The Magic Of Alpha Brotherhood (And How Faggots Play A Part)
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve been heaping a lot of praise on little Fabien recently, and for good reason. He’s simply one of the great faggots, a brother who serves his Master Anthony selflessly while always seeking ways to glorify him and improve his life in any measurable way.
Recently I wrote about how Fabien helped mentor Clement, the faggot of Master Anthony’s straight Alpha friend Henri. It worked perfectly, and Master Henri was definitely strengthened after his bout of depression. It was beautiful to me.
But you know what is even more beautiful? The depth of Alpha brotherhood and the strength of their Alpha fraternity.
Alerted by his fag Fabien, Master Anthony decided to spend some time with his depressed brother to cheer him up and counsel him about his purpose. Notice how it happened, and Fabien’s part to play in it:
Big brother,
Here’s a follow-up about Masters Anthony and Henri, because what I witnessed last night was a wonderful moment of Alpha Brotherhood!
As I said in my last mail, Anthony invited his best bro to his place to spend the evening together, just to cheer him up. Henri came alone: I heard that he had given Clément time off to visit loved ones this weekend, as a reward for his steadfast dedication over the past few weeks. I’m relieved for my baby brother that his Master shows him some mercies! Obviously, I could handle the service for the two Alphas on my own, even if I wish Clément could have seen that evening.
They drank together and talked heart to heart for at least two hours. As for me, I kept a low profile, staying quiet, content to bring them their beers and clear away the empty cans, and to remain kneeling in silence, head bowed, hands behind my back, ready to obey their every command, to spring into action at the slightest of their signals.
Their Man-to-Man conversation was so profound, so full of manly, brotherly friendship, that I felt like a privileged witness to something beyond my reach. Almost an intruder, but an intruder accepted for the service I provided. I can’t possibly recount everything they said to each other, but I can try to give a rough idea of the moment that struck me as the most revealing. As Henri opened up about his doubts and struggles, Anthony gave him a firm pat on the shoulder and spoke in a tone that was both manly and full of deep affection.
“Will you shut the fuck up, man? Stop being a fucking pussy! You’re a great guy, Henri! You’re my best bro! You’re so fucking smart and strong! You’re way better than this! So quit bitching and move your ass! I know you can!” I couldn’t help but glance over at them and see Henri nodding, a smile on his face, as they toasted. “You’re the best, Tony. I love you to bits, you bastard!” “The fucking same for me, bro.”
At one point, Anthony said, “You know what would do you some good? A good head job!” He snapped his fingers, and I knew what I had to do. I rushed over to them, kneeling, mouth open. Henri grinned widely and pulled out his cock. Anthony said to me, bossily, “You better do this right!” Of course, I gave it my all. My Master told Henri, “Be as rough as you want, he can take it.” Then Henri throat-fucked me more agressively. But I think I handled it well, cause after he came, he petted me and growled “Good boy”. Later that night, I was spit-roasted, with Anthony’s cock in my ass and Henri’s in my mouth.
When they said goodbye, they shared a manly hug. Seeing them, I felt so awestruck and privileged to be the servant and plaything of these two young Alphas who have the world at their feet and an incredible life ahead of them. It’s like being a serf in the presence of a king and his vassal lord, a mortal gazing upon two gods feasting on Mount Olympus. I know I’ll never be part of their circle, that I’ll never share with Anthony the same relationship he has with Henri, his equal (or close to his equal, his peer, at least). But I’m lucky to be a small part of their lives and to help make their lives better. And when Anthony ruffled my hair and told me that I had behaved well all evening, I felt proud and happy. My only regret is not having shared that special moment with Clément, because I’m sure he would have loved it!
I hope everything is fine with you, my beloved big brother!
Lots of love
fab the fag
When we talk about the deeper privileges of being an owned faggot, this is one of them. It’s not anything sexual, but rather the awe we feel as faggots when we watch Kings towering above us and fraternally encouraging each other. We are nothing in their private circles except personal servants. They casually ignore us while sharing stories of conquest and reverie, and in that experience we are fulfilled. We feel a small part of a truly magnificent order like hierarchy.
Just reading Fabien’s words, they remind me of so many things I’ve said and felt when I’ve been in the same position. Just hushed awe at great, powerful Men who allow me to exist with them and serve.
Master Anthony knew his brother needed the service of a professional fag like Fabien, and not only was Fabien rewarded with their loads, but also a profound sense of renewed purpose! Service isn’t always sexual, so we need to learn to really appreciate every small gift our Masters offer us! The truth of hierarchy isn’t found in being bred … it’s in those in-between moments when a God Alpha places his mighty hand on our head and says “good boy”.
I thank Fabien for sharing this inspiring and heartwarming glimpse inside the Alpha fraternity he serves! May they always reign, and may we always serve them!
I love you, Fabien!
~ sam the faggot
