The following post is part of a thread chronicling Nathan, a faggot who once served a straight Alpha wrestler named Tommy back in school. They’ve reunited after ten years when Alpha Tommy’s father took ill. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Have you ever seen an Alpha you worship break down and really cry? I have. My Master Aaron lost a very close friend and mentor to a sudden aneurysm while in another city. Understandably, the news crushed him. I walked into my condo and saw him on the couch sobbing so deeply that it changed the air pressure in the room. When he saw me, he got up, walked slowly over to me, and hugged me for the longest time while weeping. I held him until he finally fell asleep that night. It’s a memory I’ve always carried and cherished, because I was privileged to be there to help my superior Master and see the softer side he always kept at arm’s length.

It is very much a privilege to see an Alpha’s heart!

My brother Nathan reconnected with his old college Master Tommy just as Master Tommy’s father was dying. In the last update, things were getting darker and the inevitable was approaching.

Now, it has finally come:

Dear Sam,

Nathan again, and the ongoing saga of reuniting with my college Alpha Tommy. Sorry about that previous cliffhanger, most of it was a blur and I just didn’t think “he pounded my brains out” was all that interesting an ending for some reason. I now realize my mistake.

I regret to say it, but the inevitable finally happened. Tommy’s father passed not too long after he was admitted into the facility. While the sharp downturn toward the end meant it wasn’t a total surprise and gave him a little time to emotionally prepare, Tommy still turned into an absolute zombie after it happened, not only due to the grief but also the sudden shift from having the work and stress and responsibility taking up so much of his time to suddenly having almost nothing to actually do, the big empty space his father left behind nearly consumed him. I kept reverting back to my basic domestic faggot behavior, keeping the house tidy, cooking meals, and when I had nothing else left to do, sitting on the floor between his feet, resting my head on one of his legs (this was one of our favorite positions in college, one of my favorite sensations was feeling his heartbeat inside his thighs on either side of my face as he gently applied pressure on and off.) I don’t think he spoke for the first solid week, but the day of his Dad’s funeral, something finally changed. For the first time, he took my chin in his hand, raised my face up to meet his, and barely whispered “Thank you.” A couple of days later, when he first woke up, as I was bringing him breakfast, I saw him lying there with one brawny arm raised to block his face from the sunrise, and I decided to take a risk and lean over to bury my face in his armpit. I’m not sure why, maybe it was the fact it was the first time he slept peacefully through the night without tossing and turning and waking up every couple hours, but I just got a very strong hunch that he was finally ready to rejoin the land of the living. I was right, as I was taking a deep sniff, the same way I used to wake him up in the dorm, he made his move, squeezing me in a headlock and forcing my face deeper into his pit. In a flash, we were on the floor, rolling around and wrestling the same way we always did back in the dorms. I confess I put up a little bit more of a fight this time… just to let him know I wasn’t the same shy, scrawny twerp I was back then… before finally easing up and submitting to him again. When we were finally in his favorite position (me lying on my back, him sitting on my chest in a schoolboy pin with his meaty thighs squeezing both sides of my head,) he looked down, made eye contact despite his impressive (and growing) bulge in the way, and as he caught his breath, did what I had been hoping to hear him do for a while, he laughed, long and hard, for probably the first time in a couple of years. It was such a joy to see the years and stress fall and watch him turn back into the young, cheerful, smiling college boy I met and submitted to back in freshman year. I’d have laughed, too, had he not sat that giant meaty ass of his back on my ribcage and cut off my ability to breathe.

This, however, is the part of the story you might find a little bittersweet. My attempts to continue to be his sub started to somewhat break down. Not due to any lack of effort on my part to be clear, but any time I would sit on the floor by his feet, he would instead grab me up onto the couch with him and lean over, resting his head in my lap. My attempts to sleep at the foot of his bed like a good puppy would be thwarted when I’d wake up the next morning and find I’d been dragged up to the top of the bed and had my arms wrapped around him, turning me into “Big Spoon” and some kind of security blanket. I guess even the toughest Alphas need to feel a little vulnerable every so often (and if there’s ever a good reason for it, losing your beloved dad is a good one,) and it definitely felt like a privilege that he trusted me enough to be the one to see it. Since that was apparently what he needed at this point, I decided to play the part, gently but firmly making sure he started to re-enter the world again… taking him to the gym, treating him to a haircut and shave at the local barber, treating him to a new wardrobe since he’s lost a little weight due to the past year’s stress, just trying to build him back up as a man and a human being and find that assertive Dom I knew he still was. It was definitely weird to be in the driver’s seat in this situation, but I just told myself I was still tending to his needs, so I was still submitting to him, I just wasn’t waiting for orders to be given and just knew what they were.

As time started to pass and he started to emerge from his mourning, this tendency extended to our other behavior, too. The first couple of times we tried to slip back into our old roles, we both realized something wasn’t working anymore, things just felt… off. Tommy seems to think that maybe he just gets all his dominant energy out in the boardroom and doesn’t have any left in the tank when he comes home, but I’m not sure I buy that. He used to get plenty of aggression out on the wrestling mat and still managed to come back to the dorm and rough me up just fine, and I still have the scars of a couple of bite marks to prove it. I think it’s a little simpler than that. I think he’s changed a lot due to the hardships he’s endured the past few years: they made him gentler… kinder. He doesn’t want to be cruel or aggressive to the people he loves, he wants to appreciate and cherish them, and no amount of telling him that being aggressively dommed by him is exactly how a sub like me feels cherished can bring him around. I see it in other ways, too. He still oozes the confidence that drew me to him all those years ago, but it’s more understated and subtle now. I see more “calmly confident” compared to his previous “outward cockiness.” He used to make a loud entrance any time he entered a room to assert his dominance over it, now he simply enters with the quiet attitude of someone who knows he doesn’t need to. His still-dazzling smile has a hint of something wistful and maybe even a little shy to it now. It suits him very well.

Though it does mean our dynamic has changed a little bit. We still have our dom and sub roles… as I write this, I’m sitting on the floor in front of his chair while he sits behind me, resting his ankles on my shoulders and taunting me by trying to stick his big toe in my mouth, but pulling it away any time I’m actually about to catch it with my tongue… but now the vibe is different, it feels a little more like a couple’s kinky roleplaying rather than an alpha asserting his dominance on a total submissive. I’m still coming to grips with how I feel about that, but I do believe Tommy is worth sticking around to see how it plays out. Maybe with a little time, and some more goading on my part, I can bring the old Tommy back completely, but even if I can’t, this new “Tommy 2.0” is nice, too, and I dare so say that, maybe in a few ways, even better (fewer bruises, at least.)

Speaking of, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Porterhouse to cook, some massage oils to warm up, and nine inches of something hard and girthy poking me in the back of the neck to get my attention as a pair of beefy quads are starting to squeeze around my ears in a headscissors, so I better wrap this up quickly.

First of all, I want to express my sincerest condolences for Master Tommy’s loss of his father. I know he’s not reading this, but Nathan is. Master Tommy is far too young to endure this kind of loss.

But thank goodness that he had his loyal faggot at his side through all of this! I don’t think Alphas truly appreciate what a faggot does for them during times like these. A female can be comforting and tender just like a faggot, but a faggot also WORSHIPS them. Faggots restore their POWER and CONFIDENCE better than females do.

That’s exactly what Nathan did for Master Tommy after the initial grieving passed. Master Tommy reverted back to his old self, seeking to relive some of of his more dominant tendencies. I’m sure it felt good to take out his tension on Nathan, and use him aggressively. It helps Master Tommy remember what he really is – a dominant and superior Man!

The end of Nathan’s letter felt a bit sad and nostalgic in a “soft evening sunset” kind of way. I don’t think this is the end of Nathan’s service to Master Tommy. I just think that Master Tommy is maturing and becoming something more than a personification of dominance and bravado. He’s lost his father, and he’s thinking about mortality and his place in the world. These kinds of deep concerns have plagued Alphas since the beginning of time. More than half of the written works of Shakespeare tackle this very subject!

Master Tommy still knows he deserves to be serviced and pleased by a faggot like Nathan, and he also knows Nathan needs to serve. But that knowledge is now wrapped in a blanket of concern and compassion that maybe he didn’t have before.

Alphas grow and mature. They’re allowed to slow down their aggression and experience some peace. They aren’t cartoon characters … they’re Men with rivers of emotions buried behind their Kingdom walls. Master Tommy is changing, but his essence will never change.

I’m just so grateful Nathan could be there and then document this part of a faggot’s service to its Owner. This is an important lesson for all faggots to learn!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling Nathan, a faggot who once served a straight Alpha wrestler named Tommy back in school. They’ve reunited after ten years when Alpha Tommy’s father took ill. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of the time we focus on powerful Alphas forcefully using faggots and dominating them in every kind of way. Honestly, that is how most Alpha/fag interactions typically go.

But I’ve always tried to stress that, though Alphas don’t often easily reveal their feelings or intentions, they are in reality Men of incredible emotional depth and staggering insight. They see everything around them, and usually take on the burdens of others because he knows he is stronger and more capable of handling it. Every time I’ve ever felt like I understood an Alpha or Master, they’ll say or do something that reveals how drastically I underestimated them.

These are the burdens and concerns they carry inside them as Kings.

We faggots are in a unique position to help Alphas unload their cares and refocus. Sometimes (well, oftentimes) that involves selflessly servicing them sexually. Our completely submissive worship recharges them and lifts them up. Our domestic service helps to keep their lives stabilized while they work through issues. Sometimes it just involves us being at their feet with quiet care, like a faithful dog that never abandons its Master.

Females whine for attention while faggots faithfully serve, and that can make all the difference!

Which leads me to the latest update from Nathan. You might remember his recent Questions From Readers letter detailing his service to straight Alpha wrestler Tommy from college. After drifting apart for many years, they’ve reconnected after Tommy’s Dad became ill. It was a touching letter, and Nathan opened his heart while describing the struggle to help his former Master through this difficult time.

Nathan has written a very interesting update on this situation:

Dear Sam,

This is Nathan, the sub to the Alpha Wrestler “Tommy” in college who was going through the process of losing his father. A lot of things changed since I wrote that last letter.

Like I said previously, I decided to step in and check in on Tommy more to take some of the weight off his shoulders, broad as they may still be. This is one of the few times I ever disobeyed one of his commands since he claimed me freshman year, as I knew he wasn’t in a right state of mind and his “It’s OK, I’m fine” resistance wasn’t sincere (let’s just say I’ve done this dance before myself.) I would come over a couple of times a week and start doing the tasks that were falling off of Tommy’s priorities list. Cooking, laundry, dishes… if you hadn’t noticed, I had somewhat forced myself back into his life as a houseboy/domestic faggot (and this was before I even sent the first letter where you told me to do just that.) But he never complained, so I just rolled with it. In just a couple of days, I started noticing a change in Tommy. He wasn’t exactly happier… obviously, he was still a wreck… but he did seem a little more energetic and a little less beaten down. I took it as a small victory and just kept going. A bigger victory happened a little later, when he started to be a little more at ease, knowing he had a support system he hadn’t for a while. He gave me the first genuinely warm smile I’d seen from him since we reunited at the reunion and did something he used to back in college. It’s hard to describe the maneuver in writing, it’s basically a kind of pinching the nape of my neck, resulting in him sort of scritching behind both of my ears at once, fingers behind one ear, thumb behind the other. He did that and I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. Beyond just being insanely arousing, I was heartening to start to see the old Tommy emerge from his grief cocoon and start to come back.

After about a week, I was putting some laundry away in the master bedroom where Tommy’s father was bedridden. He was heavily medicated and pretty “out of it” most of the time, but as I was turning to leave the room, I saw him raise a single hand and point toward me.

“You,” he said, his voice dry and strained, “You make him happy,” before lowering his arm and falling back asleep.

I was so stunned, I couldn’t think of anything to do but walk out of the room and head back to my chores, not really sure what to make of what he said. Did he know about us in college? Did he even recognize me and know who I actually was? He hadn’t been very lucid lately.

I never got the chance to figure out, however, since not very long after I wrote my first letter, Tommy’s father took a sudden turn for the worse and had to be transferred to a facility that could provide full-time care since the burden was more than even Tommy and I combined could bear. At this point, I somewhat made the decision to stay over more often and finally, more or less move in entirely; I simply could not bear the idea of Tommy sitting alone in the silence of that huge empty house alone. Again, Tommy didn’t complain, so I don’t think he could bear it either.

They day we went to get his dad set up in his room at the facility, Tommy was the lowest I think I’d ever seen him, especially after this short conversation the two had when I went to get the car right before we left. I have no idea exactly what his Dad said to him, but when we got back, he simply dropped onto the couch with a thousand-yard-stare and stayed there for hours. Didn’t turn on the TV, didn’t change clothes, wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t eat, just stared. I didn’t really know how to begin to help him process this, so I simply reverted back to some of my basic faggot behavior. I started getting his favorite meal ready, caught up on all the daily chores I had taken on and even did a few others like changing bed-linens and cleaning the bathroom. I wanted to be nearby for him, but also sensed he simply needed a little space to process.

When I had finally ran out of any more chores to do and could smell the aroma of pot roast all through the house, I finally headed back into the den to check on him, and I don’t think he had budged an inch. As I stepped a little closer, I did notice one thing: his feet are making this darting little twitches back and forth. I shared a dorm with him long enough to know what it means when he does that, it meant his shoes were uncomfortable. Defaulting to my faggot instincts and without even thinking, I dropped to my knees and immediately removed his feet from the pinching leather dress shoes and rest them comfortably in my lap. As I removed the socks and slowly started to massage them, I glanced up and see a three-act play cross Tommy’s face. First is simple confusion, then a warm recognition, like he’s actually remembering me and who I am for the first time since the reunion, before he finally settled on something I wasn’t expecting… lust. We said more with pure eye contact than words ever could. He didn’t have to actually ask and I didn’t have to actually respond. We both knew the answer, and before I had time to think, he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up into a deep passionate kiss. After knowing all the misery and stress and pain he has endured the past few years, nothing could have made me happier than to make him just feel good.

Nathan, I’m going to MURDER YOU for ending that update on a cliffhanger! LOL There’s NO WAY it just stopped after that!

Anyway, I can only highly commend Nathan’s actions in caring for his former Master. Giving him space to process the end that is likely coming for his father while tenderly caring for the domestic needs at the house is such a beautiful and wordless gift. It was the absolute best way to truly show this King the respect, devotion, and honor he deserves!

But remember what I said at the outset about Alphas seeing everything? Master Tommy clearly watched all of the little things Nathan was doing for him, each act carefully preserved in his heart. Never take Alpha silence for disapproval! Always keep your head down and serve whether they say anything or not! Always show your Alpha that you’re there to submit to him because of his superiority, not because you need commendation or attention! Let your actions speak for you!

Master Tommy clearly showed his appreciation for all of Nathan’s little acts of service with am unexpected, silent kiss!

We don’t (yet) know where this is heading, but I’m confident in saying that Master Tommy is starting to come back to life thanks to the care and worship of his selfless faggot Nathan! This is why all Alphas should own faggots! Hopefully Master Tommy won’t let Nathan get away this time!

Dear Sam,

I was very lucky in college to get a gorgeous Alpha for a roommate and eventually Dom who I’ll call “Tommy.” He was this beautiful olive-complexioned burly wrestler with curly dark hair and a dazzling cocky smile he flashed constantly. With a little effort, and your advice, I slowly started leading him into the idea of becoming his sub. I used wrestling as an introduction, offering to spar with him any time he wanted extra practice and when he saw how much he enjoyed tossing around and pinning down a much smaller guy, our hierarchy was set, and I was his for the next four years.

The situation was wonderful for both of us. With me tending to all of his needs, he exceled athletically and academically, and having me waiting in the room to suck him dry at every turn meant that he never fell to the typical siren songs that many young, horny, unrestrained college athletes succumbed to. I was thriving, as well, the comfort and security I got from being so fully owned did wonders for my confidence as well, and I dove headfirst into my studies and student clubs and became a regular social butterfly. Had we ever acknowledged a public relationship or let it extend past the four walls of our dorm room, we likely would have been seen as the university’s top power couple.

Sadly, we did drift apart after we graduated and started building our own careers, but kept in touch enough for me to see that he continued to thrive as well as I did. I’ve become a successful realtor and he’s launched a few successful startups and made some very profitable investments, clearly using his Alpha skills to dominate business deals the same way he used to dominate me when I laid on the floor at his feet (well, maybe not exactly the same way, although…)

Anyway, our five-year reunion recently came and went and I got to meet up with Tommy in person again. At the party, he was the same charming-bordering-on-cocky alpha he always was, with the same dazzling smile and the same wrestler’s build that stretched the seams of his business casual clothes that just always looked wrong on him (a body like that should always be standing on a plinth and covered in nothing but a single fig-leaf to be admired by the masses.) I suggested going out for a drink afterward, and he agreed. While there, I started mustering up the courage to ask the question I wanted to all night, but right before I was about to turn and ask if he wanted to have one more night of fun for old time’s sake, I turned and noticed something was… off. He seemed withdrawn, the sparkle was gone from his eyes. With a little prodding and a few more beers, I finally got him to open up. He didn’t want to say anything at the party, but I guess when you’re alone with someone who’s met your family at your graduation with a belly full of your piss before, you’re a little past playing coy. His dad had been sick for a while, and he was reaching the point where his time left was being predicted in weeks. Tommy had been caring for him full-time, by himself and suffering in silence, for a couple of years now, and the stress and grief had clearly worn him down. The reunion was the first time he’d been on a social outing in months, and his charming confident self was all an act, the same mask he put on every time he negotiated a business deal or lead a board meeting, purely instinct at that point.

Sam, it absolutely broke my heart to see Tommy this way. I’ve already decided I’m going to help him physically, both with caring for his father and getting through the next steps when the worst finally happens. Helping him mentally, however, is going to be trickier. I can see the same assertive, cocky Dom I knew back in college still buried in there, I’m just not sure of the right approach to draw him back out. Simply saying, “Hey, how about you sit on my face or I suck on your toes for a while?” seems wrong in this context, and possibly a little selfish on my part. Do you have any advice for helping to rebuild an alpha that’s this… broken?

Thank you my brother for sharing your inspirational-yet-sad story!

First of all, congratulations on the tremendous opportunity you received in college and how well you capitalized on it! Alphas sometimes need faggots to help them understand their purpose and how to satisfy the deeper needs they don’t often comprehend. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the fact that what I’ve taught here helped you make that connection with Master Tommy! So huge!

(BTW, your description of Master Tommy is almost exactly how I would describe my beloved Master Aaron! My pussy widened just reading it!)

It’s amazing that a Master and his faggots can have such a powerful bond for four years “in the trenches” of college and then drift apart, isn’t it? However, it really shows something about Master Tommy’s nature that he kept in communication with (what I assume was) his first true faggot! He’s an Alpha of great depth to match his stunning exterior!

I’m so sorry to hear for Master Tommy’s loss, my brother! Again, how Master Tommy stoically handled himself at the reunion and then with you after reveals a lot about his bravery and strength! I can see why you’ve spent so many years worshiping and serving him! He deserves it!

Your plan to assist him during this time is absolutely what I would advise, brother. Do everything for him, still treating him like a King but allowing him the space to care for what he needs to do. Don’t push for anything sexual right now. There are times (like these) when a faggot should be like a loyal dog, quietly loving and tenderly compassionate. Alphas don’t know how to express a lot of these more complex emotions during distress, so just be a lifting breeze for him until the worst has past.

I would add one suggestion: remain submissive to him. For example, if you’re sitting with him watching television, sit on the floor at his feet unless he directs you otherwise. Show him deference as an Alpha without making a whole sexualized deal about it. Asking, “Master/Sir, is there anything you need?” is an effective way to keep the proper lines of communication open.

Once this awful time has passed, I suspect that Master Tommy will look at you with a passionate gratitude that he still owns a faggot like you! Furthermore, it will deepen and strengthen his appreciation for the Alpha/faggot dynamic that has enriched his blessed life! I do really anticipate that kind of dramatic response, so look forward to it!

Thank you so much for sharing your story with me, brother! I do hope you’ll keep me updated!!!

Love,

sam the faggot

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was a little surprised to look back into the archives and find that it’s only been a little bit more than a month ago since Ben last updated me. It felt like it had been months. I guess my life has been a little too hectic!

Ben’s situation is extraordinarily frustrating because he keeps ping-ponging between two straight Masters, Master Grayson and Master Ethan. In the past, I harshly labelled Master Grayson as a Destroyer Alpha based on his rather cruel treatment of Ben as well as the Orwellian insistence on surveilling Ben’s every waking moment. On the other hand, Master Ethan seemed to be more of a Protector type, warmer and more comforting. I very much preferred that Ben stick to serving Master Ethan and leaving Master Grayson in the past.

Well, as usual with Ben, things have taken another sharp left turn:

I wanted to write again for an update so you know what’s happening and if you have any advice for me. For better or worse, I am unable to serve Ethan anymore as he has recently found a partner who he devotes his time to. I want to say I was okay with it and I listened to your advice  and stopped trying but when I found out, I made a slightly rash decision and confronted him in person why he was dating someone and in a way confessed I had feelings for him. He told me to get on my knees and crawl to him to suck him off, which I did and I thought something would happen but he simply said “you’re such an obedient boy but you’re just a hole” and “you’re just so desperate to serve me as a slave but not as a boyfriend”. After that I haven’t seen him besides the ocassional run-in but he won’t text to meet up anymore.

Since then it’s stupid but I have spiraled a bit since I didn’t really have anyone to lean on besides Grayson. He has been helpful in keeping me motivated to work out and keep going to fulfill my work and also tasks as an apartment slave. However, he has also been more brutal with me lately not sure if he’s taking advantage of me by making me cook more for him and his gf, give him more money to sustain his lifestyle, and lately even loaning me out to his friends to use as a cumdump. It feels so humiliating because with the spiral I’ve thought all I can do now is serve Grayson and that’s all my mind has been on but since he’s mostly satisfied now with a gf it feels even worse that when I give head or am a hole now it’s just for his friends not even him.

The last thing that has really cemented things has been last week Grayson allowed me to take off my chastity for the first time in over 2.5 months and told me to invite someone over to let me top for the first time in a while. I was excited to finally take off the chastity and do something but when the time came, I couldn’t perform at all and couldn’t get it up and because of the chastity the guy I was supposed to hook up with said I was too small. To make things worse Grayson was in the apartment for this as he said he wanted to show me how pathetic I had become and he ended up locking me in a smaller cage and facefucking the guy I was supposed to top in front of me. I’m ashamed to admit that watching that made me harder but I couldn’t really do anything restrained by the cage. He ended up telling me that he is now locking me in chastity forever and to always remember this day as the reason why I don’t deserve to be free.

These events have me really spiraling as I accepted I was a slave of sorts, but this has really cemented how lowly I am. I wasn’t enough to be a bf, not enough to be my master’s hole, and also not good enough to be a top anymore. I am trying to accept all this but it’s hard and I’ve been trying to win back Grayson after all this as being unable to be used by him has made me realize a lot how much I want it. It has been a lot, but I promise I am alright, it’s just good to write this out as this space has been helpful in navigating everything.

I didn’t see that coming!

First of all, what a shame that Master Ethan did that to Ben. So much for the “Protector Alpha” label! In fact, he dismissed Ben in the ugliest way possible, something Ben didn’t deserve given how faithfully he served Master Ethan.

That dismissal brought Ben back into the clutches of Master Grayson.

I can easily see why Ben ended up here. He’s a good faggot who simply wants to serve. I wish Master Grayson had even a semblance of a clue about that, because maybe then he’d appreciate what he owns. Good faggots are hard to find, and clearly Master Grayson loves owning a faggot. It seems to me he should start to value his possessions more.

But I can say that Master Grayson has some incredible natural instincts for a straight Alpha. That move he pulled with Ben, letting Ben out of his chastity cage in order to humiliate his ineffectiveness by forcing Ben to watch him do the very thing Ben couldn’t do is a brutal twist on The Nuclear Option I’ve spoken about so many times before. It actually took my breath away. You can’t find that technique in a “Alpha domination manual” or in a film. That is PURE ALPHA INSTINCT in action! I’ve experienced it, and I’ve seen so many Alphas use variations of this technique so many times that it simply cannot be coincidence. It must be something inborn into them!

We can hear Ben’s growth from that experience. He feels more submissive, more fulfilled, more resigned to his true hierarchical place.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want something kinder for my sincere little brother!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Being a faggot can be a terrifying experience. We contend with so much in terms of ostracism and derision, not to mention what we go through physically while being used, as well as trying to perform our daily duties while also trying to please demanding Alphas and Masters.

And that’s just when dealing with Protector Alphas! Now multiply that by 100% when it involves Destroyer Alphas.

I will say that Destroyer Alphas are rarer as they age, because of course they mature and start to realize how awful Destroyer Alpha behavior really is. But in their teens and twenties many Alphas exhibit Destroyer tendencies simply due to the excess of everything: they have more testosterone, more energy, more unbridled aggression and arrogance … while simultaneously lacking experience and wisdom and thoughtfulness. Those years are toxic with immature bully attitudes.

My first Alpha Roger (when we were 17) could possibly be considered something of a Destroyer Alpha in that he forced me to be his cocksucker and was always degrading me (of course, I liked it). However, I’ve certainly heard of worse tales of faggots being enslaved and terrorized by Destroyer Alphas in that age range.

But few sink as low as Grayson, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who has recently taken ownership of a college faggot named Ben.

When I wrote about Ben’s first serious encounter with Master Grayson, I chastised Ben for being unwilling to admit he’s a faggot. I had hoped that Master Grayson’s rough treatment of Ben during that encounter might shake Ben loose and help him accept the truth.

But I may have misunderstood Master Grayson’s true machinations. Ben wrote to me tonight and told me what happened this weekend, and it really rattled me. Here’s what he wrote:

I wanted to clarify for the story that i am a college graduate but my friend who I am serving is not in college yet but will be next year as he is 18 and recently graduated high school which was a large part of why I struggled to submit to someone younger than me. Reading your reply Sam you’re right I do believe I am not an alpha but I never really considered myself anything above a pre alpha, but even in my submission to my friend (Grayson) I won’t lie I topped another guy before the incident. I’m unsure how that will change over time but even in my submission I do feel my sex drive is intact. 

But for the update I didn’t expect it to be done so early on Sunday I thought he would call me over in the afternoon but just after midnight he told me I had 30 minutes to be there or he would tell everyone who I really was. I rushed to get ready and head over to his place where I greeted him on my knees as usual and I asked about his parents and he slapped me so hard my cheek stung and said “they’re out of town but from now on you don’t talk unless I say so got it”. I replied by nodding my head and he asked if I knew why he told me to come today and I told him no, his response was “Today is the first day of your faggot ass Month, and I want you to remember today that there is no faggot Pride, everything is just serving me” and I can’t lie somehow his words and manipulation already made my dick throb. Before I could head in though, he forced my mouth open and ended up facefucking me on his doorstep where anyone could see and I was so scared someone would see but I managed to do a lot better this time after training a bit more and actually got him to finish albeit it took more time. 

I thought I had done my job and all I had left was to maybe worship him and help him out for the day, but dragged me inside and I saw two of our mutual friends standing there. I felt so ashamed in the moment Sam that they saw me just take his load and I could see the respect they had for me fading from their eyes. When I hesitated to move Grayson commanded me to suck both of their dicks and there I was sucking on two more of my friends dicks and Grayson encouraging them “to be brutal since I’m just a fag”. After I had sucked everyone off and took their loads, Grayson said “you’re not done yet fag, both of them are going to give you a rating out of 10 on your head game. However far away that rating is multiplied by each other is the amount of slaps you’re getting.” I ended up receiving two 5/10 scores and had to take 25 slaps and a spitballs to the face.

The rest of the day didn’t get better as I had to stay up the entire night serving them being their footrest, cleaning the dishes, making them food, and giving them head while they were playing video games all while they occasionally just pushed me around forcing me to do their bidding. The one time I fell slightly asleep resting for a second, I got woken up to Grayson kicking me in the gut telling me “Fucking fag you don’t go to sleep unless I say so”. By the morning/noon I thought I could go soon since my mutual friends were leaving, but after they left Grayson had this wicked grin and told me to strip to my underwear and start sniffing his feet and actually sucking his toes. When I hesitated he yelled at me “Every fucking time if you disobey me you get punished, so suck my toes right now or else.” His demeanor made me so obedient and when I further worshipped him he ended up telling me in a monologue I can’t really forget, “Listen faggot, I don’t know what happened in college or whatever friendship we had before, right now you’re just my faggot. Nothing else so you obey me there’s no disobedience, you aim to pleasure me whatever I tell you. Any time you think you’re anywhere close to being above the dirt on my feet remind yourself that you are not even worth that. So get this in your faggot mind, I own you, there is nothing else anymore.” 

I want to say that changed something in me his words really resonated with me, but I still have thoughts of topping other guys still. But while I was still at his house, he instructed me to only crawl and wear white briefs whenever serving him at home and I ended up doing that for a couple of hours while doing his chores. A little bit before when I am writing this, after I had finished everything he assigned to me, he told me to come into his room. When I entered he blindfolded me and tied me up! Before I could even ask anything, I felt him take off my briefs and slam his dick into my raw hole when I had to scream. He ended up yelling, “I don’t care how much it hurts you’re going to take it and I want to hear you say my name and beg for it after each thrust or else you’re getting belt to ass”. When I didn’t reply he ended up whipping my ass with a belt and I had to force myself to beg for his dick while my entire body was in pain. Now this is the kicker, when he “finished” and pulled out, he took off the blindfold and showed me a video. It was me getting fucked but the entire time I thought it was his dick, it was actually an eggplant with me clearly begging him to fuck me with his dick. I was in complete shock and wanted to cry when he told me “My parents are out of town for a while so you’re going to be my Uber driver, if I call you answer and drive me I don’t care what plans you have, cancel them or else everyone you know sees this video.” I had no choice but to relent and now I am currently waiting in my car at the mall while he is with his girlfriend. I have never felt so deeply humiliated as I have today and being so scared of him leaking the video and both what I am going into and what he plans to do with his aggression. I can’t even comprehend everything that has happened yet today as I thought last time was fast but now it seems he is fully pushing all my limits and I can’t tell if this is healthy or this is what I have to get used to.

I’m a little shaken by this experience. I can only imagine how Ben feels.

Destroyer Alphas who do this sort of stuff don’t realize that their actions belie a great insecurity. You see, truly powerful Alphas don’t need to blackmail faggots or hurt them or abuse them in order to get the faggot to serve them. Only insecure Men do these kinds of things.

Now, Master Grayson is clearly immature (he’s only 18 years old), but what he’s doing to Ben goes beyond immaturity and smacks of sadism. It’s the kind of casual hatred for others that fuels those awful slap-a-stranger videos we see on social media. It’s as if Master Grayson is still a little kid pulling wings off of flies, burning ants, and exploding frogs just to kill things.

I don’t know how to guide Ben through what’s ahead here. I don’t think this is going to get better. Master Grayson has a taste of power from Ben’s submission (and also flexing it for his Alpha pack), and I think he’s going to push it more.

And I don’t think that’s healthy for Ben and his progression, especially if he’s honestly still unsure about what he wants.

I think the options look like this:

1. Ben tells Master Grayson he will not serve him anymore regardless of his blackmail threats
2. Ben kicks Master Grayson’s ass and steals some of his authority

The first one involves Ben simply not caring what people might think if they see it. I think this is an important thing for Master Grayson to consider: Master Grayson’s PARENTS aren’t going to like finding out what he’s been doing in their house. And they’re certainly not going to like that their son is doing that in their house to BLACKMAIL FAGGOTS.

Maybe Master Grayson needs to be threatened with that!

Sadistic bullies typically need to be confronted. That’s especially true when the sadistic bully is as stupid and immature as Master Grayson.

As for Ben, this experience has clearly opened him up to his faghood. So, like my rapist, he should be grateful in a way to Master Grayson for opening up his eyes. But I don’t think serving someone as cruel and hateful as Master Grayson is going to help him right now.

Anyone else have any thoughts on this troubling episode?

The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a former classmate and college wrestler. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Like any other faggot, I know the difficulties of being young and having an idea about what I was that turned out to be false once the truth was revealed to me. It’s not easy. I thought I was going to be a gay bottom who would fall in love and maybe get married to a great Man. And then, at age 17, I met an Alpha named Roger who eventually forced me to become his cocksucker during our senior year in high school, and I learned I was actually a faggot. Everything I believed about myself prior to that shattered and blew away like chaff, and what was left on the threshing floor was me as a faggot with a new purpose.

As I’ve made pretty clear over the years, I never looked back.

As I’ve come to know many, many faggots and their stories of self-discovery, I now realize that my story was something of an anomaly. Most faggots struggled mightily with their identity, fought it for years and years, and suffered through many more humiliations before they were able to accept it about themselves. Part of the purpose of my (now) ten-year mission to teach Hierarchical truth was to keep faggots from suffering so much in their acceptance of this truth. I think I’ve helped some, but not all.

Ben is one such faggot. If you’ve been following my “Questions From Readers” posts, you’ve already seen two posts about Ben’s situation. I’ve now graduated his string of posts into a proper thread so they can be collected into one place, rather than trying to collect them manually. You can now read Ben’s previous questions by CLICKING HERE.

Here’s a brief summary: Ben used to think he was either an Alpha or a pre-Alpha when he was in college. He left college, but one day recently he was on Instagram and saw an old Alpha classmate (who was still in college, but they hadn’t seen each other in four years) and suddenly had feelings for him. He definitely wanted to submit to this Alpha friend, who had grown even more muscular and equipped with washboard abs.

So Ben contacted me and I encouraged Ben to reach out to this Alpha and see if the relationship could be rekindled. And sure enough, my plan worked, and this Alpha responded positively and even dominantly (because Ben was incorporating my advice), and Ben played it badly by trying to deny he was a faggot to this Alpha. I scolded Ben for this in my response to his second letter, and gave Ben a new game plan to really approach this Alpha submissively.

My advice was directed at getting Ben to admit the fact that he’s a faggot and finally embrace the truth. That was the point of this next stage (aside from getting this Alpha to use him, of course).

Well, Ben has returned with another update. And once again, there are wins and losses involved. Read on:

I took your advice and texted him again asking if he wanted to meet up again to talk. Unfortunately he was busy that day and when I asked why he surprisingly sent me pics from his football photo shoot saying “You wish you could see me up close in my uniform huh”. Even though he was clothed besides his biceps I spent so long thinking about that photo and it literally made me space out for a day.

He came over a few days later from football workout and Im trying to recall the details the best I can because it all moved so fast. I greeted him at my door by kissing his shoe and kneeling. When I looked up at him he didn’t seem shocked he just had this devoius smirk and said “about time you greet me the right way faggot”. I didn’t speak for a second and he immediately asked “so answer me are you a faggot?”. It took me a second but I nodded and said “yes I’m a faggot, your power made me realize it”. And he had this smirk again that was so narcistic but felt intoxicating to me.

What I didn’t expect was he immediately said “So are you gonna suck me off faggot or what?” I was foolish in the moment so I said “I’m gay but I’m mainly a top” and I still dk why I said that. He just replied “i don’t care what you are, you’re a faggot you’re going to suck my dick.” When I hesitated he unbuckled his belt and pants and just shoved my mouth onto his dick and said “nothing to talk about now huh and keep sucking or I’m putting belt to ass”.

Like I said I’m technically vers too so I don’t really give head often but he was the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. His cock soft was around the same length of some cocks hard I’ve seen. He was so brutal when fucking my throat that I gagged each time he thrust and I could taste the sweat from practice and I can’t stop thinking about the taste. Unfortunately he finished himself later by jerking off onto my floor and said “your head game needs work faggot”.

When he finished he told me “clean it up with your tongue nothing else” and I obeyed but it felt so humiliating getting his cum off the floor of my own house. I asked him why he did this now and you were right Sam he said “I just needed to make sure you were actually a faggot”. Afterwards he threw me his sweaty uniform and told me “Wash it and bring it on Sunday and keep your mouth ready”, which I’m currently smelling and can’t bring myself to wash yet.

Needless to say I’m currently in disbelief I do admit that I in no doubt want to serve him as an alpha but my cravings to top haven’t faded either and I do admit I’m a faggot. For advice I don’t know if you have any advice on becoming better at sucking dick because I felt ashamed when I couldn’t get him off and i know he plans to use my throat again.

Baffling outcome!

On one hand, there were some gains here. Ben DID submit, and Ben DID admit to this Alpha that he’s a faggot. And Ben DID attempt to suck his dick (like he had a choice), and Ben DID slurp this Alpha’s jizz off the floor. These are all HUGE victories for Ben’s growth! I’m proud of him for these things, which I know weren’t easy.

But he’s still defiantly clinging to the notion that he’s an Alpha. He even said he “wants to serve him as an Alpha”, which makes NO sense. Ben said he “still wants to Top”, which I guarantee is NEVER going to happen with this Alpha.

All we need to do it listen to Ben’s final few sentences to discover the truth.

Alphas or pre-Alphas don’t fret like that about wanting to become a better cocksucker, or feel disappointed that they weren’t good enough on their first time getting face fucked (nobody is!). In other words, Ben IS NOT AN ALPHA, he’s a FAGGOT. It just took a vastly more powerful Alpha to reveal this truth to Ben. He needs to accept this reality and quickly embrace it, because this Alpha is coming back SOON to claim his property!

There is little time to prepare, though. I’d get a carrot or a small cucumber from the store and start practicing lip/tongue techniques. Try to push past the gag reflex again and again … and try swallowing as it reaches the back of your throat to suppress that reflex.

Ben needs to get started NOW. This Alpha is likely turned on completely by the submission of a new faggot, and he’s not going to wait long to claim more!

I thank Ben for his honesty and courage! He’s going to be a good one!

Hello Sam, I’ve been reading this site since its FWA. I have a question. Do you remember, Bobby? The wrestler who thought he was an alpha and had a rivalry with another wrestler (who was physically smaller than Bobby). I remember the last update you posted about them had the other guy dominate and scent train Bobby. Any update on that?

I went looking through the rubble of my rescued FWA database searching for this story, but I couldn’t find it. However, I did unearth a story that I will need to restore to this site because it’s such an incredible account of a God Alpha’s life of domination – Master Kyle.

But anyway, I’m sorry I couldn’t find it. I don’t have any updates, either.

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