This thread follows the story of fag Marc, a 54-year-old faggot who has been serving a 29-year-old straight Alpha named Justin for the last five years. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

So many older faggots feel useless. They suffer from depression over the fact that fewer and fewer Alphas give them the opportunity to serve because of their age and their failing bodies. As someone who receives a lot of requests for advice, I always feel sad for my older fag brothers when I hear their frustration.

But to those brothers, I present the story of a faggot named Marc. He’s a 54-year-old fag who has been serving a straight, 29-year-old Alpha named Justin. And this isn’t some pump-and-dump situation, either; Marc has been serving this straight god for five years now!

This story is extensive, so I’m going to present it in multiple parts like an excruciating miniseries (I’m not Netflix, so there’s no binge reading around here). This will also give me an opportunity to interview Alpha Justin as well (which I am eager to do!).

Here’s Marc’s introduction to his inspirational story:

i am a 54-year-old fag that has been serving an Alpha who is 25 years younger than me for the past five years.  We met online via a website called Fetlife.  When we first met i was looking for a findom scenario that involved a live person, not online.  i fully expected when we met that we’d likely have 3 or 4 meet-ups, a couple of shopping sprees, an ATM hit or two, then we’d go our separate ways.  But when we first met, something clicked for both of us. 

And over the past five-plus years we have grown as friends, as well as in our Alpha/fag dynamic.  He really is my best friend, and yes i love Him.  i know that i hold a special place in His life beyond just His fag … i was the “best man” at His wedding a year-and-a-half ago.  Many of His friends know i’m His slave (we’re careful about using the word fag as others might be offended). i serve Him in many ways: domestic service, personal assistant, emotional support, occasional workout buddy, urinal, sometimes a hole to fuck, an object to beat and abuse, especially if He’s got pent up stress, but also as friend, “family,” and yes, His fag (He likes to refer to me as His FFF: friend, family, and fag). 

It is a complex dynamic/relationship, but it’s one i (and i believe He) want to have continue for the rest of my life.
Attached are iterations of a couple of posts that i have on Fetlife, along with my profile from that site.  i also attached a photo of my mantra that i wrote to help keep my mind focused.  The posts may be a bit more focused on findom than you like, but that’s where we started and it continues to be part of our dynamic now. 

As i mentioned, though, our dynamic has grown far beyond findom and i have many more stories to share that do not include that topic.  Every word shared here is true.  If you’re interested, i’d be happy to share those stories and insights.  i know there are fags out there struggling with their journeys, and if i’m able to help some of them by sharing my story, then it’s worth putting this out there.

That’s the teaser to what is an incredible series of articles to come from my faggot brother Marc. But what an inspirational story it already is! No matter how old you are, you are worth something to our greatest Alphas. They know what they can do with you and wring the best service from every faggot.

Master Justin must be incredible, but there are other Alphas like him out there!

So don’t give up. You can serve no matter your age or physical condition! Just worship Alphas with all of your heart!

This thread follows the story of fag Marc, a 54-year-old faggot who has been serving a 29-year-old straight Alpha named Justin for the last five years. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

So I introduced you to a cash fag named Marc a week ago, and I thought his initial story was inspirational. He’s an older faggot who has gotten the opportunity to serve a much younger Alpha through findom over the last five years.

Marc has been writing posts taking us step by step through the consumption of his life by his Alpha, Justin. The following is the story of their first official meeting:

We actually met through FetLife. i had come across His profile and liked a few of His photos … pictures of a young, handsome, confident, muscled man – all the things that this fag identifies as a true Alpha Man. He also had at least one group listed that was an instant trigger for the fag … financial domination. And to make it even better, He lived about 40 miles away – not across the country or in some far off land. But the fag assumed that this Man would be unreachable, that there would be no reason for this Man – who can have anyone and anything He wants – to have any interest at all in me.

We started chatting over a year before we met … for a very long time it was just that … brief online chats. i lost track of Him for a while, and then He reappeared, and in a short time everything would change.

The chats started again, and to prove that i was real i sent Him four $25 gift cards from His wishlist on Amazon, all for restaurants. Food to fuel His Alpha body. That was April. He was pleased. Our chats turned to text messages.

In May, we met for the first time. He told me He was going to make me a special face cream with lotion mixed with His fresh cum.  We were to meet at a shopping mall, but at the last minute He changed our rendezvous to be an adult store. i parked my car and immediately saw Him approach. He was more incredible in person than His photos could ever portray Him to be. For as nervous and insecure as i was, He was confident, suave, sure, solid. He knew He would use this fag, and that we would both enjoy it. He handed me a small vial that contained the special face cream. Only the two of us knew what it was as i was made to take some and wear it on my face right there in the parking lot.  He grinned. Within a minute of meeting, it was clear that He would fully control this fag. We went into the adult store where He not only picked something out for Himself, but offered me to pick out a pair of briefs for Him, and He selected a gift for the fag, as well … a set of four butt plugs. He enjoyed it as the fag had to pay for this purchase, nervous, shaking, wondering what the clerk was thinking. We then went over to the mall … not much to do or look at there, but He did get the fag to pay for an additional purchase. The real value of the encounter was to start to get to know each other. As the evening ended, the fag drove the 45 miles back home with one of those plugs planted deeply in my ass.

My mind has been filled with thoughts of Him. How can this young – literally half my age – Alpha Man be so suave, so confident, so focused and together, as i, a fag old enough to be His father, can’t even complete a sentence as we talk? Not only is His body far superior to mine, but so is His intellect and His confidence. He truly is the type of Man i will never be.

Believe me when I say that you’ll want to keep track of this developing story as Alpha Justin methodically takes over Marc’s life!

This thread follows the story of fag Marc, a 54-year-old faggot who has been serving a 29-year-old straight Alpha named Justin for the last five years. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

In the previous installment, older faggot Marc met up with a young straight cash Master and was used thoroughly financially and emotionally in a mall. Afterward, the older faggot was reeling with an excitement that only an encounter with a divine being can create.

But Alpha Justin was just getting started.

Here is Marc with a continuation of the story:

It was about a month after we first met.  We were both available, so i suggested meeting up at a major sporting goods store. He arrived before me and sent me a text saying to grab a cart when i arrived. i found Him with a good amount of merchandise in His arms, but because He was wearing a tanktop, i was much more focused on His muscular arms, chest, shoulders, and back than on what He was carrying. We chatted as i followed Him through the store … more of His suave and confident conversation, met by my insecure responses … and a few more items were added. Then it was time to check-out. He stood with His massive arms folded and a grin on His face and watched as the fag took the items – shirts, shorts, sandals, hunting knives, and more – out of the cart and i started to realize that this would be a significant hit. And it was. In a few short minutes, over $500 in merchandise was now His. But He was not done. He knew that the fag was good for more than its cash … there were other ways He could use and treat the fag.

Following Him around the mall, in deference just slightly behind Him as i carried His bags of goods, i was not able to take my eyes off His body. His tanktop hugged His body, revealing His strength and size. His jeans hung low, revealing His butt covered in black briefs. He is an Adonis, a god, a true Alpha, a Man worthy of worship.

He led me to the Men’s room and He ushered the fag into a stall. He made me kneel as He dropped His pants and turned and made me service His ass. Oh, His ass. So firm and taught, not only from being in His 20’s but certainly from all of the hours He spends in the gym. The fag licked His ass deeply, taking in His flavor and essence. It was only later that i realized that this was the first time we actually touched … the first time that i touched Him was with my fag tongue in His Alpha hole … worshiping all that He is. He then made me put my head over the toilet and He pissed on the back of my head, His piss splattering all over the back of my shirt and encasing my entire head, face, ears, eyes, nose, mouth. He was treating me like a fag, and anointing me as His fag. He made me rub it into my skin, just as His cum-laced lotion had been a month before. The fag nearly came in my pants.

A short time later, as we walked through a desolate mall, i could smell His piss on me, knowing it was claiming me for what i am, and whose i am. We chatted further over lunch, hopefully i was a bit more together in my conversation skills, but regardless i know that He is learning so much more about me and what makes me a fag … His fag.

This was five years ago.  So much has happened in that time.  We have both changed.  But we have changed together.  i am His fag.  He is my Alpha.  Each in our rightful place.  There’s no other way I would choose it to be. Thank You, my Alpha.

Astounding! The part about Alpha Justin forcing his faggot to lick his ass made my jaw drop. It’s hard for most Men to even acknowledge their assholes, yet this young Alpha is enthusiastic about having his ass worshiped. Pure power move!

Keep in mind that this has been just the first month of an amazing five-year journey together! It only gets better!