It’s been a little while since I’ve heard anything from Guillaume, the beautiful 20 year-old faggot in France who is serving Alpha brothers. My last update was in late May (read here). You can follow all of the posts by clicking on the hashtag #Guillaume below.
Guillaume wrote to me to update me on some developments. He also has some excellent advice for his faggot brothers everywhere who have pain during sex. This is going to be a long post, so I’ll cut it off with a “read more” link.
I’d
like to give you some fresh news. Last week, I had a long, moving and
heartfelt talk with my two Masters/brothers. Somehow, it changed me…
But,
before, there’s a thing I really want to express. A few weeks ago, you
got a few questions from various subs who didn’t know how they could be
often fucked without
being hurt. For once in my life I think I can give somebody a few
pieces of advice!! You know, I also suffered when my Masters started to
fuck me a lot. I tried not to show them but they noticed my pain. Then,
as they think a fag in good condition is a better
fag, they decided to help me. After talking to a doctor friend, they
took some decisions for me. They are as follows:
1)
I eat a bit of everything, so I have no transit problem. 2) When I wash
my ass (inside and out) I use an intimate gel (Bioturn intim wash-gel)
originally intended
for foreskin but perfect for a boypussy. 3) Just after my morning
shower I use a soothing cream (Saforelle) intended for private female
parts and really really soothing (it just changed my life!). I use
Saforelle cream again before going to sleep. 4) I lube
my ass several times a day, so I can welcome my Masters anytime they
want 5) Every day, the Master who fucks me first starts slowly, so my
first opening doesn’t risk creating anal fissure or awful pain (my
Master’s cocks are really thick). My Masters can be
very rough next times; I won’t suffer more than a few seconds, and it
will be a sort of enjoyable pain. 6) Every 20 days, my Masters give my
boypussy 3 days off, in order to give it a “restorative sleep”.
Since
we follow this procedure, my ass is healthy, very soft inside, and
extraordinarily hungry (my dick being locked up helps!). Besides, my two
Masters are very pleased,
which is the most important thing for me. They told me my pussy was one
of the best things life had been offering them!! You can imagine how
proud I feel!
So,
last week, after diner, my two Masters both sat in the couch, in the
living room, and I sat in front of them, on a comfortable cushion set on
the floor. This is
what we do, once a week, when we talk about us. My Owners say it’s
important to communicate, in order to have the best Masters/slave
possible relationship, and also because (my opinion) we’re French!
French people like to talk about things!
Anyway,
I love these moments, because they are open and sincere. They help me a
lot to understand better my Master’s expectations and to adjust my
behavior consequently.
Also, these are opportunities for me to express more precisely my
feelings, my difficulties sometimes, or my emotions. For example, last
winter, when my Masters were caressing my neck, I didn’t know why but I
often felt like a little child. I wanted to cry
but I kept from crying because it seemed so weird. I finally talked to
my Masters about that feeling during our talk time. They were a little
upset I contained an emotion in their presence because it was as if I
didn’t trust them enough. They told me I should
give them all of myself if I wanted to be totally owned and totally
protected by them. So, one hour after our talk, my older Master came
suddenly behind me. Of course, he started caressing my neck very gently.
It was like a powerful wave. I didn’t try to resist
but I cried for 30 minutes, in his big and strong arms. I was
devastated and happy at the same time. And it was so liberating and
redeeming, even if I still don’t know why! But, you see, it was a big
step in my bond with my Masters. Since then, I don’t keep
things anymore; I’m not ashamed of my thoughts, I don’t decide what
should be told or not. If I’m anxious [it’s rare but it happens], I tell
my Owners about that. They know better than me, they’re able to analyze
things, I’m not, and they decide for the best.
Their decisions always kill the anxiety, and help me doing the only
thing that really matters: serving my two Masters!
So, last week, my Masters declared that things have changed a little between us.
They
said I was not supposed to be such a nice and sunny faggot. They first
thought I would be very useful in a sexual and housekeeping way, lovely
to look at and nothing
more (even this would have been fantastic for me!). They told me they
usually used fags much older than me because of their oral skills, which
was the main quality they looked for. But they both wanted me, and they
didn’t really understand, in the beginning,
why they wanted me so much.
My older Master explained me why I changed their life. He listed the numerous chances that provoked such a change:
*My first chance was that I met them at a time they were both tired of romantic relationships with women.
*My
second chance was to look like an angel (according to them), to have a
very rounded ass, a soft skin and no body hair. To their surprise, my
Masters discovered they
wanted me to live with them, in order to fuck me a lot.
*My
third chance was to be full of joy. I’m (almost) always happy and
easy-going. Anyway, how could I not be happy when I serve two great
Alphas??!! My Masters discovered
they liked a joyful and simple presence in their home.
*My
fourth chance was my youth and my desire to learn (faggot things, but
also life things, as politics, cinema history, literature, cooking,
sports etc…) things that
matter to my Masters. They discovered they liked teaching a young
spirit.
*My
fifth chance is so sad in a way. It’s the absence of children in my
Master’s lives. They could have been fathers but with a real risk (40%)
of transmitting a fatal
genetic disease they don’t suffer from but could give to their children
(they had lost their three siblings at a young age, two sisters and one
brother)… Nevertheless, they discovered they really liked doing
fathers/son stuff with me (practicing sports, hiking,
fishing…) and they discovered I adored doing fathers/son stuff
with them (my dad died when I was 2 years old. Even if I knew he was
dead, even if I don’t remember him, I often felt like I saw him in the
street since my seventh birthday… but it was always
someone else, of course! I don’t see my dad anymore, or I don’t imagine
seeing him anymore. In fact, I stopped seeing him one year ago, two
weeks after my Masters made me live with them).
*My
sixth chance was what my Masters call my candid nature. This is true I
rarely see when people lie or try to manipulate other people (so I’m not
sure my candor is
a true quality, especially at 20!). My Masters realized they liked me
being candid because it made obvious I needed their protection. And my
Masters love to protect people around them (their family, their
employees, the elderly… it’s impressive and very touching)!
They realized protecting me made them feel unexpectedly pleased and
sexually aroused. (by the way,
could you tell me why protecting their fag [not a sexual or beguilement
activity] can arouse Alphas?It doesn’t make sense to me)
*My
last chance was the absence of a dog in my Master’s life. They usually
had one, but not when they took ownership of me. They realized I was as
loyal, as obedient,
as kind, as eager to play with them and as unconditionally impressed as
a puppy should have been. They decided not to have another one because
they had me.
To make short a long story, my Masters told me I was now for them 1) of course a faggot, their property 2) a son 3) and a dog.
They
said they just wanted to call things that were true for a long time,
but unnamed. Besides, nothing would change for me. I’d be their fag,
their son or their dog
according to their needs. They would always be in charge and I would
always belong to them, but in three different ways. They just wanted to
know if I was OK with their statement.
Of
course I was OK !!! I was overwhelmed, as if everything in my life
suddenly was at the right place. It made me feel very special, and at
peace with myself. It maybe
is not a good thing to say but then I thought I could have died without
any regret (I didn’t want to die but I would have accepted it) because I
had a purpose in life, because I belonged to real Gods, because I was
used, fucked, protected, guided, and prized
(I think so) by two perfect Alphas.
So, it was a great evening!
My
Masters were true, it didn’t change anything in my life. As a matter of
fact, it changed one thing. My devotion is now gigantic, maybe as huge
as a dog devotion.
I don’t mind being a dog. Dogs are so happy to obey their Masters,
they’re so grateful to them!
And,
being a son… I don’t know what it means. Really I don’t. I prefer not
to think too much about it, not to investigate it. It should make me too
emotional. All I
know is the pride I feel doing fathers/son stuff with my two Masters.
When I play soccer with them, when I go fishing, when they teach me
things no man showed me before, they give me a wonderful gift, a
priceless one. They’re the most generous Men I’ve ever
met. I cherish their present, but I stay the same Guillaume, because,
as incredible as it may seem, this is what they both want. They value
what I am, they don’t want me to be different.
And
I am a fag, mainly. I crave my Master’s cocks and cum. I was born to
serve and to be used. And I am, most of the time, because my Masters are
true Alphas. They are
very human, that’s true, but they are also very sexual, naturally
dominant, and their needs are huge!
It’s
time now to end this letter (I have to make a gazpacho
and an onion tart for diner). I don’t really know what I wanted to tell
you, maybe just that:
life is unexpected and so strong sometimes. And there’s life, and
emotions, between a fag and his Master(s). There’s definitely life and
emotion when the sexual link is incredible and when it’s a regular
service. My Masters recognized their emotions and shared
them with me. They didn’t have to but they chose to do it. Doing so,
they touched me deeply. They made me feel more human, and therefore,
they helped me to be a better dog, a better son, a better faggot. They
made me feel very much alive, and immensely proud
to belong to them!
Before leaving you, just a question:
My greatest sexual pleasure in
life is to be fucked. My Owners know that. A few weeks ago, my younger
Master asked me what I would prefer if I had the choice: living without
being fucked or living without sucking cocks. I’d never thought about
that before
but my answer was obvious: I could never live without sucking cocks,
even if I preferred being fucked. My Master said my answer didn’t
surprise him because it was a true faggot’s answer. I asked him why, but
he didn’t answer me. He just said : “You should
ask your friend faggot, he will tell you better than I should!” So, I’m
asking you, my friend faggot, why couldn’t I live without sucking
cocks?
Very sincerely yours
Guillaume
I totally love my little brother Guillaume. He’s so sweet and considerate and kind. Those two Alphas, amazing in their own right, are very fortunate to be served by such a wonderful faggot like Guillaume.
1. Guillaume’s anal regimen is excellent. I should’ve known a French faggot would know the most luxurious and exquisite ways to care for the body.
2. I am stunned by the level of intimacy that has developed between Guillaume and these two Alpha brothers. Incroyable! These are clearly superior Men who are truly confident in themselves and their emotions. Is this a European thing?
3. I was touched when Guillaume mentioned the part about being a son and a dog to these Alphas. It’s very important to faggots to feel protected and valuable in some way to their Alphas. I think many Men misunderstand this need as the faggot getting clingy, but it’s really just a desire faggots have to be approved. These Alphas understand this.
So … onto the question little Guillaume posed at the end.
Your Alpha is right – true faggots tend to prefer sucking dick to getting fucked (in an either/or scenario). That’s because sucking dick is the more submissive act. When being fucked by an Alpha, the fag is receiving some pleasure and stimulation. When being fucked, the fag is a “partner” in the sexual act to some degree, so it is less submissive.
But when a faggot sucks a Man’s cock, there is no reciprocation. It is simply serving the Man’s cock to completion. The faggot looks up at the Man submissively while the Man’s cock is in its mouth, and it feels whole. Then of course, the Man cums into the faggot’s mouth, and the faggot can taste the Man’s essence and savor it. This becomes a powerful psychological motivator for the faggot to continue service.
In a nutshell, faggots prefer to suck dick because it is the more submissive act.
I truly loved this latest update from my little brother in France! Guillaume inspires me so much!