This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!
As I wrote in my previous update, Master Nick was enraged over Master Matt’s decision to release his faggot Michael from chastity for a day.
Of course, every Alpha has the right to utilize his faggots however he chooses, and this was the course Master Matt chose in his direction of Michael. For the record, the day of freedom worked well for Michael, who was able to gain a new appreciation for chastity.
But the ends didn’t justify the means for Master Nick, especially after Alex asked to be released (I jokingly called it a “va-cage-tion”) like Michael. Both Masters got into a heated discussion about the matter the next day at the gym.
Then I received a message from Alex. He said he got a text from Master Nick warning the faggot that he needed to be “smooth and clean” when he returned home.
So I contacted Master Nick about what was going on. Master Nick’s responses were almost seething with anger. “I think I need to really cunt Alex and get his mind right, reset him,” said Master Nick forcefully.
I was immediately fascinated with the concept of a “reset cunting.” In other words, using the process of cunting a faggot as a tool of disciplinary action and attitude adjustment.
When Master Nick returned home, his faggots were alarmed. He had a look of intensity they hadn’t seen often from their Owner. Within minutes Master Nick had pulled Alex into the bedroom and mounted him.
Master Nick then unleashed a merciless rut for more than an hour on the faggot’s pussy until Alex was convulsing uncontrollably and absolutely shattered into pieces. Then Master Nick bred his faggot.
It’s been two days since this reset cunting. Alex has been barely able to speak, just wandering around the house in a daze like a child stumbling through a war-torn hellscape.
The Reset Cunting is a powerful tool that only the greatest Alphas can wield with confidence. Much the way an initial cunting breaks a faggot, a reset cunting helps reshape a faggot’s mind and mindset. It realigns a faggot and keeps it from going astray.
Indeed, this reset cunting seems to have finally broken Alex’s persistent attachment to his clit. “I feel so much like a girl,” said Alex.
Master Nick noticed the change, too. “The faggot seems more feminine,” he muttered in wonder. Then he added:
Amazing the power of Dick on a faggot!
Yes Nature gave that dick and its power to a select few Men. The greatest of them know how to manipulate that power in ways like reset cunting to produce desirable results!
About a week ago I received an unexpected question from Master Matt. He wanted to know what I thought about his idea to release his faggot Michael from his chastity cage for a day.
I could see positive and negative ramifications from such a move. Of course, Michael is an excellent faggot and probably deserves such a gift from his Master. I also thought that it might highlight Master Matt’s benevolence and thoughtfulness (it’s there inside him beneath the tough exterior and the power ruts).
On the other hand, setting Michael free (even for just one day) might encourage further whining about the cage. And, of course, Master Matt and his faggot are close to Master Nick and his four faggots, and I worried about open rebellion if Master Matt made this move.
My response to this idea was the only sensible one: Michael is his faggot and he owns it, so whatever he wanted to do with it should not be questioned.
A week went by without an update, and I thought Master Matt had dropped the subject. Then yesterday I discovered that Master Matt had unlocked Michael two mornings ago and let him enjoy a day without his cage!
During his free day Michael spent some of it with his faggot brother Alex. The two made out for part of their time, and Michael got a tiny erection from the session. Michael also thoroughly waxed his clit and balls for what he knew was coming at the end of the day: the recaging of his clit.
At the end of the day Master Matt returned home to find his faggot there waiting. Master Matt performed the task of putting the cage back on his faggot (which he loves to do, surprisingly) and told Michael he was a good faggot. Then he mounted Michael and deeply bred his faggot’s pussy, reasserting his ownership once more.
Meanwhile, over at Master Nick’s house, Alex was telling Master Nick about Michael’s day of freedom. It’s not an exaggeration to say that Master Nick was furious over Master Matt’s decision.
Alex asked if he could be uncaged. “No,” responded Master Nick flatly, “only over my cold, dead body.”
Despite the controversial move, it seems like Master Matt made the right decision with his faggot. Said Master Matt: “I think it has helped us grow closer together.” (Excuse me while my heart melts)
But listen to what Michael said afterward:
I asked Matt if I could have my cage back on. It did not feel right to be out of the cage. I wanted my cage back on. This is the way things are meant to be.
TRANSFORMATION!
We will probably not see Master Nick bend on his strict chastity policy, but Master Matt’s benevolent action in this case yielded peaceable fruit. Most importantly, it gave Michael a new perspective on the value and importance of his cage.
It’s not just words anymore, not theoretical. It’s life experience.
Faggots should be caged and do not deserve to use their skin flaps like a cock. Cocks are for Men.
Michael knows that now in a way that is deeply personal to him!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve had multiple people ask me for an update on Michael, the inspirational faggot who is (currently) serving a young Alpha who took over his apartment.
I’ve been badgering Michael for an update, and he finally found a little time to catch me up to speed.
I am doing fine Sam, although really busy. I have an awesome college freshman stud living in my apartment. He has pretty much taken it over and invites His jock buddies over for me to cook for, to do their laundry and to take care of their nearly constant sexual needs. Then with the quarantine lifted, the Alpha males in the building have been spending time with their girls, but that has not appreciably diminished their need for head. I think both of us understand why; they have discovered the superior quality of faggot head.
But the newest change in my life is my new boss at work. He is in His late 30s I would guess, but in awesome physical condition, movie star gorgeous, married (to a woman) and father to two boys. He is totally Alpha, not just as a boss, but in just about every thing that He does. But, of course, like most Alpha males, He just doesn’t appreciate His power or understand the nature of His entitlements. So I have taken it upon myself to educate Him. I started with the small stuff: bringing Him coffee until I could sense just when He was ready for another cup. Running errands, getting him His lunch from one of the food trucks that lurk outside our office, using my contacts to get Him upgrades to first class when He travels for work. I think He is at the first step, as you know, to the Alpha male’s awareness. Nothing sexual yet, but I sense that is on the horizon. He’s starting to talk about sexual things and His relationship with His wife.
Like any good faggot, no matter how many dicks we are getting, we are still scanning the horizon for the next one!
I completely understand Michael’s position. It’s impossible for faggots to have a straight Alpha around every day and not try to introduce them to worship. The challenge is irresistible.
Michael is one of my favorite faggots. He makes such a fine ambassador to the joys of actually LIVING the lifestyle rather than jerking off to the idea of it.
I hope he inspires you to deeper and richer service!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
My dear brother Michael had been uncharacteristically quiet in recent weeks, and I secretly began to worry that perhaps the live-in situation with 18-year-old straight Alpha Eric had fallen through.
Boy, was I wrong!
Rather than cooling off, the situation with Alpha Eric has only intensified! I’m just going to leap into the latest update Michael sent to me:
My teen Alpha-god Eric has pretty much dominated my life, and i couldn’t be happier or more fulfilled. He came to town after high school graduation because He was going to go to college here, and He had an internship for the summer. But all classes at His college are going to be remote — at least for the first semester — and so He will not be living in the dorms. So of course, He will continue living in my (for all practical purposes, His) apartment. i am thrilled.
So, first thing i did was to “remodel” the apartment so that He would have all the comforts of dorm life: a top of the line computer, a game console, the usual dormitory comforts. But best of all, while there will be no intercollegiate sports this year, Eric’s coaches insist that the athletes work out together every day so that they can maintain game-ready fitness. And so after His day interning, Eric reports to the college gym to work out with His teammates, under the supervision of the coaches and the trainers. This is an incredible bonus for me, His faggot. Most often, He arrives home pumped up (both physically and psychologically) from His workout, and in need of a relaxing blow job.
But after a few weeks Eric started bringing His teammates back home with Him after workout so that i could give them blow jobs as well. Not the whole team, and not every day, and not necessarily the same men every time. But over the course of several weeks, i have gotten to “know” all of His teammates. A true Alpha is generous with His toys. Eric understands this instinctively. And so, it is not unusual that there are two or three jocks hanging around the apartment in need of my service, and i have become, in a way, the team mascot.
One of Eric’s teammates (another Alpha Male but nowhere near the god that Eric is) understands that a Man is not gay just because He fucks a faggot. After He had been to Eric’s apartment after workout a couple of times and had received a couple of blow jobs He asked Eric if it was okay if He fucked His faggot. Eric had never considered such a thing.
“Dude, the faggot has two holes, both available for a man’s use. Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked your bitch!” said Eric’s friend. And so Eric granted permission for the guy to fuck my ass.
The other guy fucked me that very night. He took me into the bedroom and gave me an awesome fuck. It had been a while since i had been fucked up my ass, and it felt good, to be honest. (No ass action is the price faggots pay for serving straight Alphas; but as you and i know, sacrifice in all its forms is the lot of a faggot’s life). Eric stayed in the other room while His buddy reamed my ass. As i mentioned, Eric has inquired about fucking my ass but has not yet done so.
But I am hopeful. Eric has assumed the consummate Alpha aura of privilege. He has manifested His understanding that He is entitled to expect that i will do whatever He wants — when He wants. He expects that i will take care of His morning erections as a matter of course. He has no hesitation to call upon me to perform some service (sexual or otherwise) at any time, including calling me at work and demanding that i come home because He is in need of a blow job. i, of course, comply, since this is my purpose in life. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a blow job. He notes that His nails need trimming, or that His hair needs a trim. But now that He is aware that not just my throat, but my ass also is available for His use, i am hopeful that one day (soon, hopefully) He will call upon me to present my ass cunt to Him, and that thereafter, working His magnificent cock with the muscles of my ass will be a steady part of my life.
i am in faggot heaven.
Michael must live in some sort of alternate universe filled with aggressive Apex Alphas. Living near a bustling college campus has never been a bad gig for a faggot, but whatever they’re putting in the water of Michael’s hometown needs to be bottled up and distributed around the world!
You must keep in mind that Alpha Eric had never tried a faggot until he moved into Michael’s apartment, and he quickly went from zero experience to whoring out his faggot with all of his Alpha buddies. That is the kind of confidence only an Apex Alpha could muster!
As for Michael, well … he is indeed living a faggot’s hottest, most ejaculatory dream. And it’s all because Michael had the courage to approach that original Alpha in his apartment complex several months ago.
If you don’t have Michael’s bravery – few do – then using something like my new tool May I Serve You Sir? could be the help you need.
Regardless, Michael is living proof that Alphas – regardless of sexual orientation – will use faggots who submit and offer service. It just requires that faggot to offer itself.
The opportunities exist, and they’re endless. Stop dreaming about it, and make it happen!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
After that initial blowjob, Eric, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who took over Michael the faggot’s apartment, had been largely using Michael only in nonsexual ways (as outlined in the previous story HERE). This can be enormously satisfying for a live-in faggot, of course, as we are tuned to provide any service possible to satisfy the needs of straight Alphas.
Michael commented on his daily service opportunities:
This is the first time I have actually lived with the Alpha I serve. The closest to this before was when I was in high school and serving my next-door neighbor, Brian. But actually sharing an apartment with my Alpha has opened up fascinating possibilities of service that I hadn’t considered before. There are so many little things that I can do now to make His life so totally stress-free and enjoyable. It goes beyond His assumption that of course, He can use my car when He is going out at night. And because He uses it to pick up His women., I have taken extra care that the gas tank is always full and the car is polished and spotlessly clean. And I ensure that the refrigerator and pantry are fully stocked with the things He eats (which is not what most normal people eat — more on that some other time. Suffice it to say that some of these groceries are not easy to find.). Because I live with Him I can run His bath towel through the dryer so that I can hand Him a warm towel when He steps out of the shower. Little things: I clean the gunk off the top of His toothpaste tube, I dry the sweatband on the baseball cap He wears when He goes to the gym or when He runs every morning. a faggot’s world is filled with opportunities to serve — so much more so when the faggot has the privilege of living with it’s Alpha.
But Eric has finally figured out that Michael can be used as an automatic blowjob machine.
Eric no longer addresses me by my name. I am either “faggot” or “boy.” When He calls me faggot, it is not in a deprecating way; not a put-down. He calls me faggot like you would call a friend “buddy” or “pal.” To Him it is just a form of address. To be called “boy” by a teen-aged Alpha who is like 7 or 8 years younger than I seemperfectly appropriate. Compared to Him and His magnificence, I truly am insignificant. He reminds me of my inadequacies as a male person (i have long ago gotten over considering myself as a “man”) when He calls me “boy” — like with experience and maturity I could grow into a man, although clearly that will never be. He fully understands that I will be “boy” for all my life.
A couple of days ago I had the privilege of taking care of His morning wood. he realized that now that He had a faggot to take care of His morning erection, He didn’t have to take care of it Himself by jerking off.
The first time I gave Him a blow job, He never said a word until it was all over. There was total silence until the moaning started. When I am summoned in the morning to take care of His hard-on He just summons me. “faggot get over here and take care of this” or similar words. He says little or nothing while I am sucking Him off. It is not an act of love or even worship. It is just simply utilitarian. He can’t get His running shorts on and take His morning run until the erection is down — simple as that. If He senses that I am prolonging my ministrations He gets impatient. “Hurry up, faggot.” or something like that.
I don’t think He sees the morning sucking Him off and the worshipful blow job that I gave Him that first time as the same kinds of things. In the mornings I am nothing more than a substitute for His right hand. That first blow job I was a worshipful pilgrim at the altar of His divinity.
I love this complete attitude shift in the mindset of Alpha Eric. Now he is completely using Michael for EVERYTHING.
Imagine being summoned into the bedroom and ordered to service an 18-year-old’s erection so he can start his day! Michael used the word “utilitarian” to describe his function in this Alpha’s life, and that’s correct – he’s a utility. A machine existing only to serve the needs of a young, deserving Alpha.
I cannot express my pride in the humble, dedicated work of my brother Michael in this case. This is the fulfillment his father hoped for his faggot son so long ago. It’s beautiful to see!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
For reference, this is the third post in a series of articles relating the introduction of faggot worship and service to an 18-year-old straight Alpha named Eric by Michael the faggot. In the first post Michael’s apartment is taken over by Alpha Eric (CLICK HERE), and in the second post Michael sucks off Alpha Eric and introduces the young god to the wonders of fag worship (CLICK HERE).
Okay, so do you want to know what it’s really like to be the live-in faggot to an arrogant straight Alpha?
Keep in mind that Alpha Eric moved into Michael’s apartment just a few weeks ago, and has been living there rent-and-responsibility free ever since. It’s pretty shocking how quickly this straight Alpha – brand new to everything related to the use of faggots – has assimilated the use of Michael into his routine.
But I thought this latest tidbit of information was especially illuminating. Here’s Michael:
Sam, I promised you more about Eric.
Shortly after we started discussing His rights and privileges as an Alpha Male, Eric started bringing women back to the apartment several times a week. I had noticed, before then, that He would disappear for a few hours several times a week.
But then one day I got a text: “I need the apartment after 9:00. I’ll text you when you can come back.” Not, “do you mind if I bring a girl back” or “can I have the apartment for a few hours.” Rather, He just assumed that the apartment was His to use as He needed — which of course was an accurate conception of how things were. I was paying the rent, but for all practical purposes, the apartment was His. Sometimes, it was 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning before I would get the text that I could come back to the apartment.
Once the text read something like “You can come back any time, but be quiet entering. We’ll have breakfast at 7:30.” On that morning, He and a gorgeous woman, in her 30s emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed for work. I served an egg-white omelet with fresh chives from my window garden and quietly withdrew to change the sheets and towels in the bath. He said nothing to her about who I was or why I was there serving breakfast. It was like I was just another household appliance.
I sniffed their sheets and pillowcases as I stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets. That was reward enough.
Of course, being banned from the apartment for hours on end was not easy for me. Because of the pandemic, I couldn’t go to the movies or to a library. I didn’t want to go to a bar. Generally, I just roamed the streets or dozed in my car. But the knowledge that I was enabling Him to get His rocks off with one gorgeous woman after another was so satisfying. You know how it is, Sam.
I do, indeed!
First of all, I want to say this directly to any straight Alphas who are reading this: if you are not living like this right now, you are missing out on an entire aspect of your rights as an Alpha Male.
I cannot understand why any Alpha Male would pass up this kind of day-to-day worship from dedicated faggots. It simply doesn’t add up in my brain. What straight Alpha Male’s life wouldn’t be enriched by owning a faggot like Michael?
And from this experience, it should be obvious that receiving such worship is not only deserved, but it’s also VERY easy to take. Alpha Eric used almost no effort to get complete service from Michael. Again, any Alphas who are not making use of this natural resource are completely missing the point of Alphahood and its power.
As for Michael, he is living a faggot’s dream life right now. Why? Because he was (a) brave, (b) completely and thoroughly submissive, and (c) thoughtful in how he handles himself.
This saga with Alpha Eric is just getting warmed up, I think. I’m looking forward to the next stage of Michael’s service to these great Alphas!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Well, I apologize. Several days ago I received the email from Michael the faggot that formed the centerpiece of the post I finally managed to write last night (CLICK HERE). Since it didn’t sound like any new developments were imminent, I thought I would have some time before I would need to update Michael’s story.
Nope! I forgot that events happen pretty quickly in the life of a professional live-in faggot!
In last night’s post I made this prescient statement:
“I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!”
Goddamn do I know what I’m talking about! This morning Michael surprised me with this smoking hot update!
Well, Sam, you were right; it was inevitable. I’ll get to that in a minute. But first, a little bit about Eric. He is spectacularly gorgeous: perfect skin (tending toward the olive, like He had an Hispanic relative a couple of generations back; but His hair is very blond and the contrast with His skin is breathtaking. He has a handsome face — not movie-star handsome, but very masculine, with perfect features. He stands a little over 6 feet tall, and has, I would guess single-digit body fat percentage. He is muscular, but not bulked out. Perfectly defined (although clearly His co-workers in the office don’t see His physique). But He has, even though when this Summer started He probably wasn’t aware of it, the perfect Alpha Male bearing.
After He started His internship, He would tell me things like, “Gee Michael, the people at the office are so nice. They bring me coffee several times a day, take me to lunch. And I’m only the kid who runs the Xerox machine.” One day He said that the Big boss had invited Him to his club to play tennis. I explained to Eric that He wasn’t in high school anymore. He was in the real world and this is how Alpha Males are treated in the real world — served, worshiped even. I explained that ordinary people have a need to serve Alphas, to worship them, and to do things for them.
I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable.
“Like you,” He asked, “ironing my shirts and shining my shoes and doing my laundry. Are you a faggot?” He asked.
And then, out of nowhere, “Do you suck my brother’s cock, faggot?”
“Yes, Sir, I do.” (We had slipped into a different conversational mode, and it seemed totally appropriate for me to call this teenager “Sir.”)
“Then you can suck mine, faggot.” He had just returned from the gym (I had paid for His Summer membership at a neighborhood gym, asHe found the workout room at our apartment building inadequate. He was in His workout shorts. I knelt before Him and slipped His shorts down. He was wearing a jock, and I could see Him starting to get hard through the pouch. He smelled wonderful — teen sweaty. I pulled off His jock revealing His awesome perfectly formed, perfectly proportioned cock. Not huge, but big enough to be memorable.
I realized this was an important moment.
I started by licking up and down the length of His glorious prick. Then I switched to sucking His generously-sized balls, sucking first one in, then the other, then both (a true mouthful). Then I engulfed the full length of His prick in one gulp, well into my throat. And then over the next 15 minutes or so, I repeatedly brought Him to the brink, and then backed off. And when He finally rocketed off, it was an easy 5 or 6 massive blasts of cum, straight down into my stomach. He was breathless when it was done. When He could finally say something all He could say, over and over was “oh my God.”
And so, another Alpha Male comes to truly realize the entitlement of Alpha-hood. And the world is just a little bit a better place.
BRAVO!!!
I almost leaped up and cheered when I read this account! Here’s what I wrote back to Michael:
Michael, HOLY FUCK! Goddamn my instincts almost never fail me in shit like this!!! I could smell it coming in the air like an approaching spring rain.
It has really been incredible what your one act of courage has wrought in your life! This entire situation mushroomed from that one bold approach!
But it’s not just that. Your attitude and matter-of-factness about your purpose is what makes them comfortable, too. I know because your approach is EXACTLY how I do it. I smiled so broadly when you related how you explained Alphahood to Eric because that is almost word-for-word how I explain it to straight Alphas I’ve seduced (like my recent Uber episode I related on the podcast).
Anyway, I’m really fucking proud of you, and so proud to call you my brother! Your Dad raised one amazing faggot!
I italicized a couple of parts on Michael’s account. One emphasizes the wording to use when discussing these matters, and one emphasizes the mindset necessary to really succeed as a faggot.
I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable.
By explaining the truth about faggots to straight Alphas in such a matter-of-fact way, we help them to understand that this is simply a natural part of the Hierarchical Order. It helps them accept the fact that faggots exist to serve and please them.
I realized this was an important moment.
Whenever we as faggots have the opportunity to service a straight Alpha, we must have this mindset. It is a privilege to introduce these Alphas to the service of faggots. We can’t be lackadaisical or lazy about it. We must bring our “A-GAME” and really go over the top to give them mind-blowing experiences. After all, we will be their first faggot experience – make it one that they will want again and again!
My brother Michael is absolutely a faggot cut from the same cloth as I am. His overwhelming success in service is a testament to this approach, one I have practiced during my 22 years in service and preached constantly on this site.
But wait – there’s still more coming! Michael sent me a follow-up email:
Thanks my brother. my experience with teen-god Eric has been just one amazing adventure after another. Iwill write more when I have time (He’s keeping me pretty busy) but suffice it to say that of all the Alpha Males I have known, Eric has picked up on and asserted the rights and privileges of Alpha-hood quickest and most comprehensively. Still, there is not an arrogant bone in His body. He is in no way narcissistic. Just pure, natural All-American Alpha god.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since we’ve heard from Michael, the brave faggot who began servicing many of the straight Alphas who live in his apartment complex. The last time he checked in he told us about how his service to the first apartment Alpha Jake had deepened and increased in intensity. It seemed like the pinnacle achievement of an already ideal faggot situation.
But, as often happens with Alphas, the intensity level can always be shifted into a higher gear.
I’m just going to let my dear brother tell you what’s happening now:
Sam, It’s been a while since we’ve communicated. It seems that my role in life is to bring out the Alpha-ness of the Alpha males that surround me.
You’ll remember the Alpha I have called Jake (not His real name) — the guy who first started me on this adventure of serving the Alpha males in my apartment building during the quarantine. (Well, the quarantine is pretty much over now around here, but the guys still require service from time to time when their girlfriends are not “willing.”) Well, it turns out that Jake has a younger brother (I’ll call Him Eric) -18 years old, just graduated high school, coming to the city for college, but has an internship this summer — and a TOTAL ALPHA. However, His Alpha-ness is only slowly emerging under my guidance.
He needed a place to stay, but His brother Jake was unwilling to have a roommate in His one-bedroom apartment, so Jake told Eric that He could use my (one-bedroom) apartment. So Eric has moved in. I immediately offered Him my bedroom, changed the sheets, and put fresh towels in the bath, and I am sleeping on the couch, or more often the floor. Because Eric has to look sharp for His internship, I iron His shirts every day, make sure His suit is pressed and wrinkle-free, His shoes are shined.
He is not demanding of these services but He accepts them. I am hopeful that He will come to understand that He is entitled to be served and worshiped. He is totally straight, and I have not yet been able to convince Him that He is not gay if He lets me suck His cock, but I am hopeful that He will come around. As you know, Sam, a faggot must be ever vigilant for an opportunity.
I mean, what can I say???
This is pure Alpha entitlement at its most primal. These Alpha brothers realize (without verbalizing it) that Michael is a faggot and born to serve them. Ordinary Men would balk at the idea that they would move into another male’s apartment with them and that male would not only sleep on the floor (in his own place) but also serve them … but these Alphas are not only comfortable with it, but they also EXPECT IT.
In my reply to Michael’s message above, I advised the following:
Here’s what you do: ask his older brother if he has discussed the sexual use of faggots. This might push the older Alpha to indoctrinate his younger brother (if he hasn’t already).
I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I must admit that I was absolutely floored by this recent true story told to me by Michael the faggot about how his Alpha father revealed his true nature at age 13. The depth of wisdom shown by Michael’s father Steve is almost incomprehensible to mere mortals. It just doesn’t square with the behavior of average Men. Of course, Alphas are not average Men.
When we left the story, Master Steve had helped his faggot son Michael understand the truth of his existence, and had encouraged Michael to offer services to their Alpha neighbor Brian. Michael dutifully followed his father’s instructions and began serving Brian by helping with homework and chores.
But I knew there was more to the story, so I pressed on. And sure enough, Michael began to relate to me the further extraordinary training he received from his father, and the real start of his career as a faggot.
I started out by cleaning (Brian’s) room, and before long, i was doing his laundry, changing his sheets and towels every other day, washing his car, doing the grocery shopping for him and his mom. My dad was watching this and clearly was approving of my performance as faggot to my teen Alpha neighbor.
One day my dad asked me how things were going with Brian, and i bubbled over with enthusiasm for my newly-found faggotry. “You know,” dad said, “One day, he’s going to need a blow job.” Dad explained that giving head is the ultimate way in which a faggot shows its dedication and submission to its Alpha, and that there is no greater physical pleasure that a faggot can provide to its Alpha. Dad explained that for a lot of Alphas, especially straight Alphas like Brian, getting his dick sucked was a major step psychologically; that they had to get over the idea that it was somehow “gay” to get their cocks sucked. Dad said that once they got over that prejudice, there was so much that a faggot could do to make its Alpha feel great.
My dad then asked if I had ever sucked cock. I told him that I had not. My dad then commenced to teach me. He explained the anatomy. He explained how even an average size dick was longer than the mouth and inevitably how the faggot’s throat would be involved. He explained how the muscles of the throat could work to enhance the pleasure that the Alpha receives. My dad explained how a faggot should breathe while its throat was stuffed with Alpha cock. And when it came time for me to practice, my dad let me practice on his cock. He talked me through it; he explained about the gag reflex, and both the positive and negative aspects of gagging on an Alpha’s cock.
WOW! I thought Master Steve’s training was extraordinary before! I had no idea that he actually had his faggot son practice on his own cock!
After that thorough training, Michael was ready to offer himself sexually to his new Alpha Brian. All he needed was an opportunity.
One Sunday afternoon, I was at Brian’s editing one of his school assignments on his computer when he came in from a date. “Shit, faggot,” he exclaimed. “I’m as horny as a toad, and Sarah (his girlfriend at the time) wasn’t in the mood.” I told him that I could take care of that.
“What do you mean?” he said. So, i got down on my knees and i pulled down his shorts. His cock popped out, already pretty hard (but little did i know then just how much bigger and harder it could become) and i reached for it.
Brian protested, “I’m not gay.” I explained to him that he wouldn’t become gay if i sucked his dick. If he sucked mine, that might be different. He seemed to accept that explanation, and i started in licking his cock, as my dad had taught me. Dad taught me that a blow job is not merely a sexual act; rather it is an act of worship. A faggot takes its time and gives its Alpha’s cock the respect and adoration it deserves. After all, it is the very font of the Alpha’s power, of his being.
But I could tell that Brian was on the verge of explosion and I didn’t want him to miss the full deep throat experience so I backed off of cock licking and took his truly gorgeous cock into my mouth and down my throat. The rest, as i wrote the other day, is history.
Master Steve also taught Michael the true worth of an Alpha’s cumshot.
The first time I tasted Brian’s cum was amazing. That was the first time I actually ever tasted cum — not even my own, as difficult as that may be to believe. Even while he was training me, my dad never ejaculated, so I never tasted his cum. I didn’t know what to expect, taste-wise, and I found the taste a little strange. The first impression was slightly salty; then I thought it tasted musty. It is not altogether an unpleasant taste and since then, many loads later, I have come to kind of enjoy the taste.
How I felt? Well, I felt on top of the world. All the bed making and laundry doing and errand running aside, when I brought Brian to orgasm using only my mouth, I had this tremendous feeling of having arrived at a destination, of having committed myself so there was no turning back. (And indeed, I have not turned back.)
I knew to swallow his load, because my dad impressed upon me the importance of doing that (although even without dad’s tutoring, I would have done it anyway. Dad said that beyond being disrespectful, when an Alpha gives a faggot his cum he is giving the faggot the very essence of his being, of his Apha-hood. It is a gift of a god, and the faggot MUST swallow, to capture that essence within himself forever.
Alpha Brian’s reaction followed the pattern of most straight Men who experience their first blowjob from a faggot – surprise, confusion, and finally gratitude.
Brian’s reaction? It took me about 10 minutes or so to bring him to climax. When he did orgasm, he must have shot 4 or 5 shots of cum down my throat (I didn’t actually taste him until started to withdraw and the last load sort of dribbled across my tongue. His words were “On my fucking god!!” He had had blow jobs before, he told me, but never like this.
It was my first blow job, and from my current perspective, I know it probably was a pretty lousy bj. But it was not the last one I gave Brian. In fact, it became a pretty steady thing — to the point that sometimes he would text me to come over and take care of him before he headed to school, or to practice. There was an initial period of, I guess, guilt or confusion in his part, but he got over that quickly.
And so began Michael the faggot’s career of serving Men!
Most faggots develop like I did, by trial and error, asking questions, humbly accepting advice, and lots of meditation. But Michael’s incredible development into the courageous worship machine he is today was made possible by the once-in-a-lifetime, hands-on instruction of his father Master Steve.
When Alphas take the time to groom and train faggots, passing on their knowledge of Hierarchical truth, they sow the seeds of proper and valuable service to Men. The ripple effect of this is incalculable and profound. For example, Master Steve’s training of his faggot son has led to many other straight Alphas receiving service from him, even down to this very day many years later.
It is my sincere hope that Alphas reading this account will take these lessons into their heart. Alphahood is about more than simply blowing a load. It’s about being a LEADER OF MEN. It is about being the captain of a great ship and commandeering every male on the vessel to steer it to its destination.
It is Nature’s way. The universe gives Alphas tremendous blessings, but also a sacred commission. The greatest Alphas – Apex Alphas like Master Steve – proudly take hold of that commission with a serious mind and unwavering focus.
And our world is better for that kind of leadership.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I think many readers were inspired/jealous/amazed by the story of Michael, the faggot who basically offered his way into service to a bunch of Alphas in his apartment complex. It is absolutely one of the most impressive faggot stories I’ve ever featured on this site. Many of you undoubtedly wondered how Michael became so devoted and single-minded in service to Alphas.
As I have discovered, Michael learned about the truth of his existence from his Alpha father, a remarkable and very wise Master named Steve.
One fateful day Master Steve upended his son’s world with a startling revelation:
i was maybe 14 or 15 years old. i had a crush on the guy who lived next door. He was in my high school, a couple of years ahead of me. He was gorgeous, 6 feet tall broad shoulders, blond hair, tanned, always smiling. Everyone in school liked him and looked up to him. He played on the basketball and baseball teams, was always on the honor roll. He had amazing confidence. One day, while my dad and i were doing some yard work, i told my dad that i wanted to be just like Brian.
My dad stopped what he was doing and just said directly, “You can’t be like Brian, Mike.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. So my dad explained: among all the men in the world, very few of them are Alpha males. They are Alpha Males by the nature of their genetic structure, personality, what have you. They are born that way. They do nothing to become Alphas. You can’t learn to be an Alpha, you can’t practice. “You either are or you are not,” my dad said. He went on to say that he could tell just by being my dad, that i am not an Alpha Male.
What a stunning moment! Imagine being a 14 year-old boy and told this by your Alpha father!
Master Steve wisely dropped that first taste of truth and allowed it to sink into Michael’s mind and soul. However, what came next was an even more powerful truth!
It took me quite a while to process what my dad had told me about Alpha Males. Even though i had started high school, i was really quite immature about things sexual. i kind of put the whole business in the back of my mind as i tackled school work.
It was maybe months later when i again raised the issue with my dad. i told him that i had been thinking about what he had said that day in the garden. “And what have you been thinking?” my dad asked.
“Well, i have been thinking about Alpha Males and Brian, and i guess i understand that if i can’t become an Alpha like Brian, i can still try to be Brian’s friend.”
“Of course,” my dad said, “but you need to understand that just as fate had laid out this role of Alpha for Brian, fate has also laid out a special role for you, son, as a faggot.”
i was shocked. i had heard the word before and when i heard the word used, it was never in a good sense.
But before i could protest that i wasn’t a faggot, and that my dad, of all people shouldn’t be calling me that, my dad, said: “Stop right there.Everything that you have heard on the street about faggots is wrong, is prejudice, is adolescent boys talking bullshit about shit that they know nothing about.”
And then my dad commenced to tell me things about what my life would be like that just blew my mind.
Hearing that truth from his Alpha father cut like a knife. But then Master Steve connected the dots for his faggot son in the most direct and beautiful way:
My dad told me that faggots existed in order to serve Alpha Males; that faggots looked for ways to help Alphas, to make their lives easier. My dad explained that faggots did this because they got a kind of sexual charge out of doing things for Alpha Males.
What was shocking about this was that my dad was explaining exactly what i was going through at that time. i had started to make friends with Brian at school. He would let me sit with Him and His friends in the cafeteria. Once Brian kind of idly said, to no one in particular, that He would love a coke out of the machine that was in the school lunchroom. He wasn’t asking anyone to get it, and He didn’t get up to get it Himself. But i just went to the machine and bought Him a coke. And i got kind of a hard-on bringing the coke back to Him. So, when my dad said that faggots did things for Alphas for the sexual charge, that really resonated with me, and my ears perked up so to speak.
But my dad went farther in his explanation. He explained that a faggot would perform a service for an Alpha not so much for the sexual high, but because that is what faggots do — that is their purpose. The sexual high is a kind of bonus for the faggot, but that the faggot’s real satisfaction comes from the knowledge that his service pleases the Alpha. i found this a little difficult to wrap my mind around. But with experience, i would come to understand exactly what my dad was talking about.
What a concept to unwrap for his son! Considering this was 10-12 years ago, Michael’s father was really unloading principles that the internet hadn’t quite popularized yet! This just goes to show that the Alpha/faggot dynamic is an ancient one understood at a fundamental level by Men.
Then Master Steve opened up his faggot son’s eyes to the possibilities:
That was how he taught me, He focused on the teen Alpha next door, Brian, who i really admired. Dad knew this. A few weeks after i bought Brian a coke at school and my dad and i had the first talk about how a faggot serves, i mentioned to dad that Brian’s mom, who was a single mom, had set up some rules in their house — essentially, Brian had to take care of himself: clean his room, do his own laundry clean up his breakfast dishes, that kind of stuff.
My dad just said to me – and i remember his words exactly because they essentially set a template for my intro into real faggotry – “don’t you think that Brian has more important things to do with his time than clean his room?”
i thought about it. Of course he does. Brian could spend extra time in the gym fine-tuning his incredible body. Or fucking his girl friend. Or hanging out with his buds at the burger joint. But the point my dad made was not that i would clean Brian’s room because i wanted to, and not because i freed Brian from doing that task, but because it made Brian’s life richer.
With that one instance, my dad instilled in me the essential creed of the faggot: i do my Alpha’s laundry, or wash His car or scrub His bathroom floor, not to relieve Him of that task, but to enhance the joy of His life — to make His life richer, more pleasurable. And that is how my dad followed my progress in my early years as i explored the dimensions of being a faggot.
This is the lesson, the one that needs to be embraced by all faggots everywhere. It’s a lesson that this great Alpha Male had the wisdom, insight, and compassion to instill in his beloved faggot son. What an incredible, unforgettable gift! It was, in fact, pivotal and life-changing in the deepest of ways!
And just imagine the struggle that Master Steve must’ve felt within himself! To look at his son and see the reality that his son – the fruit of his Alpha loins – was actually a faggot. It had to be difficult. But rather than cry over what was lost, Master Steve instead embraced what he found, and made it the best he could!
EPILOGUE
Years later, there was a beautiful moment that summed up the unprecedented relationship between Master Steve and his faggot son Michael:
It was some years later. i already was in college, doing well, playing intercollegiate sports, and in service to my Alpha roommate.
i was talking to my dad while at home on a break and he asked, as he was prone to do at that time, how i was making out as a faggot to my roommate (i kept no secrets from my dad). i told him it was great, i really felt complete and fulfilled by my service.
He said he was glad to hear that, and the conversation drifted to my high school days and my earlier forays into faggotry. i said that i really, really appreciated what he did, that he set me on the right course, and that he enabled me to feel good about myself and my role in life.
And my dad said, “Mike, that’s what fathers do. They prepare their sons for life. I taught you how to tie your shoelaces, how to hit a baseball. Why wouldn’t I teach you how to be the best fucking faggot you could possibly be?”
Not long ago I wrote about how I felt sustained by the emotional support of some readers who offered me kindness when I was dealing with trouble (CLICK HERE). It always comes at the right time, doesn’t it?
Today I received another such gift, this time from a dear brother of mine. Michael, the faggot featured in some truly astounding true stories around here recently, was apparently touched by the way I wrote about him in the latest update about his exploits (CLICK HERE for his entire thread), and sent me a truly beautiful letter that I want to share for reasons that will become obvious afterward.
Sam, my brother, i have to say that i view what i do and have said as really commonplace — this is what faggots do and this is what faggots are for. And i go through life with the knowledge that bringing Alphas to the fullness of their status is my mission in life. So, i am kind of blown away when you elevate my experiences to a kind of example for faggots everywhere.
i am beginning to see that this is the real value of your website — a primer, not only for Alphas, but for we faggots; reinforcing our commitment to our purpose for living. So, thanks again for your so very important missionary work.
First of all, I say thank you to my dear brother for these precious words. They mean more to me than I can adequately express.
But I want to make this point: I am emphasizing Michael’s example precisely because it is so unique and rare! Even now, with awareness spreading across the internet and Men becoming savvy to the wonders of fag worship, faggots still remain hidden, meek and afraid in the shadows. No matter how much I write or how many examples of success I cite, faggots still pull back.
It’s why I started this site back in 2015. I had far more success at serving Alphas over the years than I ever could’ve anticipated when I began, and I wanted to share those lessons with other faggots. Subsequently (and entirely by accident) I found myself advising faggots who wanted to serve straight Alphas (and straight Alphas who wanted to own faggots), and had success with that.
But despite all of that, faggots still panic and run away.
So when I come across a brother like Michael, it’s like a breath of fresh air. He’s a younger version of myself, and we are kindred spirits when it comes to service. The mission he speaks of in the letter above is my mission in life as well.
I’m not sure I agree that this site and what I do here counts as “missionary work” unless that refers to one of my favorite ways to get fucked. But in terms of outreach, this site is intended to be a beacon in the darkness.
And with brave faggot brothers like Michael at my side, that beacon can shine ever brighter!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
The very first post from my faggot brother Michael last month was a knockout punch. In it (CLICK HERE), Michael told the story of how he slyly offered oral service to one of the Alphas in his apartment building, and it soon mushroomed into servicing multiple Alphas there every day.
My audience reaction to Michael’s story was overwhelming. Some, of course, thought it was too good to be true. Many others were both envious and encouraged by Michael’s courageous example. Meanwhile, I was sitting back with a knowing, self-satisfied smile on my face. Faggots like Michael keep proving that the gospel I preach is accurate and works in the real world.
Now Michael returns to update this situation, and it’s a doozy. It seems that the first Alpha that Michael blew – the one who started the chain reaction of Alphas within the apartment complex – has upped claim on the enterprising faggot.
Here’s Michael:
The awesome, gorgeous, clearly Alpha Gen Z guy, the first “neighbor” that i gave head to; let’s give Him a name, because this story really is about Him. i’ll call Him Jake here (although that’s not His real name). This is the story about Jake’s awakening. And i’m kinda proud that i showed Him the way. I mentioned that after i blew Him, i cleaned up His apartment. i started to do that pretty regularly (like every day; just to lay eyes on Him), i would come down to His place, knock on the door, and when He let me in i’d start cleaning, Most times, He didn’t even want to be blown. He’d be busy working on His computer, and i’d just go about doing my business. After a few times of this He asked me why. i told Him i did it because He was entitled (that was the word i used) to have someone clean His apartment — that He deserved a clean apartment and that He had too many other things to do than to clean His place. “A man like you,” i told Him, “should be spending His time doing things that give Him pleasure, not drudgery.” i framed my answer to His question in terms of His entitlement, not in terms of my need to serve. After all, as you know, a faggot’s focus always is on the Alpha.
Let’s stop there. That last part (italics are mine) is a CLASSIC maneuver that only experienced faggots with the correct mindset truly understand and practice, and it is successful far more than not. I literally laughed out loud when I read this, because I use the same technique constantly and I know it works. I hope you’re paying attention, because my dear brother Michael is dropping truth bombs into your eyeballs.
Jake said nothing. He didn’t probe further about my answer, but i could tell that He was pondering the implications. So, a couple days later, when i asked Him how He liked His laundry done, His only answer was “Every other day.” And so, i started looking for additional ways that i could serve Him, as is a good faggot’s wont — that’s the way i was taught. Small things: picking up His mail every day at the mail room, clean sheets on His bed every couple of days, always fresh towels in His bath, cooking His dinner in so He didn’t have to mess with carryout from one of the local restaurants. And after a few weeks, His work was deemed “critical” and He had to go into His office daily. He called me in to tell me. He gave me a key to His apartment and advised me that now His shoes needed to be perfectly polished every day. And i was to insure that His suits were dry cleaned. He woke me one morning at 6:00am observing that His dress shirt had a wrinkle and i immediately rushed down to His apartment and ironed it again.”Don’t let this happen again,” He warned, and i was thrilled that He was really getting His Alpha on. And of course, now that Jake was going into work every day, He advised me that His car needed to be detailed. And He expects me to be in His apartment when He returns from work so that i can take off His shoes and massage His feet. Sometimes He even lets me suck His toes.
i didn’t make Jake an Alpha Male, because as you know Sam, Alphas are born, not made (just like faggots). And Jake is not the first Alpha i have had the privilege of awakening (my first was a kid in my high school). But every time i help to bring another Alpha to the fullness of His Alpha-hood, i feel proud to be a faggot and to enrich the world with another supremely confident, entitled Alpha god.
I know the feeling Michael expresses here. As I’ve said before, I’ve had the privilege of being the First Faggot to multiple Alpha Males in the past, and it never gets old. There is this sense of wonder that comes over them (described by Michael above) as the truth dawns on them. That moment when they realize they are not being tricked, and that the faggot standing before them is their possession to use however they want. It is profoundly moving and wondrous to behold.
This might be one of the most powerful First Faggot transformation stories captured on this site since Home Depot fag and his Alpha. I’m overwhelmed by the truth and power of this experience, and I’m extremely grateful to my brother Michael for sharing his wisdom with everybody!
P.S. Michael has another incredible story to tell that will help explain more about how he has become so adept at submitting to Men. Hopefully we can tell that soon!
Every so often I have a crazy, mind-blowing story drop right into my lap. This website serves as something of a funnel for the experiences happening around the Hierarchy. I then follow the leads, and eventually get the true story (if it’s there). But the following story is not only true, but it’s also insane and inspirational.
A faggot named Michael left a message in the comments section of this Questions From Readers post here on the site. When I read it, I was stunned. Here it is:
My experience has been just the opposite. My apartment building is filled with totally hot Men now working from home and away from their girlfriends. It started when a Gen Z guy I’ve always admired when working out in the apartment building gym complained that He wasn’t “getting any.” “I can fix that,” I offered, and when we finished our workout we went back to His apartment and I gave Him the blow job of His life. Well, bless His heart, He passed the word on to His Alpha friends in the building (I’m thrilled to learn there are so many Alphas here) and since then, it’s been several times a day, either Him or one or more of His buddies. I couldn’t be happier if this quarantine business goes on for months.
Believe me, I sat there and re-read that comment multiple times in disbelief. I had to know more, so I looked up his email address in the system and contacted him. After some back-and-forth, Michael told me more about this incredible situation.
I am making the quarantine more tolerable for the Alphas in my apartment building. I am surprised that more faggots aren’t taking advantage of this opportunity. What can I say? I suspect that these guys are totally straight because to a man every one of them was blown away (pun intended) by the first bj I gave them. They simply were not used to that kind of quality. A few have been really tentative upon ringing my doorbell. They were as horny as fuck and had steeled themselves to the idea of having a guy swing on their dicks, but they still needed reassurance when confronting the fact that they were now in my apartment, and the idea wasn’t abstract any longer. It is so satisfying to me to see the shy and tentative ones come back. I average about 3-4 blow jobs a day. My daily best was 14. So far, there has never been more than one Man at a time.
The guy that I first served (that I discussed in my comment)we went back to His apartment. The place really was a mess, and so after His blow job, I suggested that I clean the place up. He was kind of taken aback, and I had to do some fancy talking to get Him to let me clean His place and do His laundry. I have to say that I love this as much as I love sucking His gorgeous cock. As you understand, Sam, our purpose in life is to make the lives of Superior Alphas easier and more enjoyable. I think that being cooped up, away from their girlfriends, and especially from their Alpha buddies, really stresses these guys out. And so, it is an ideal circumstance for faggots like me to fulfill their purpose for being.
I pressed for more information, and Michael added this:
I have been living in apartments for quite awhile and it was only the fact of the quarantine that I was moved to offer up my services. I’ve been missing years of opportunity. Actually, i had been eyeing this guy for months — in the elevator, in the garage, in the gym. He’s awesomely gorgeous, carries Himself like a true Alpha, kind of oblivious to His entitlement, His superiority. He has an incredible body that not even His baggy gym clothes can hide. i was kind of shocked when He just spoke up that day and told me that He was missing steady sex with His girl friend who was isolated on the other side of town. i don’t know, maybe He spotted me for a cocksucking faggot, but He certainly didn’t treat me that way. I think He was genuinely surprised when I offered. And if He considered me at all it was for a blow job. While he was a little surprised when I offered to clean His apartment, He has since discovered the advantages of having a faggot. He has never acknowledged having passed the word about me off to other men in the building, but I can think of no other way these guys started showing up at my door.
Let this be a lesson – Alpha Males are sharks, and when they smell blood in the water, they come for miles and work themselves into a feeding frenzy.
There’s no way an apartment complex full of single, quarantined Alphas will pass on a talented cocksucking faggot who also cleans up after them. These guys look at the use of a faggot in this situation like it is a urinal trough at Wrigley Field, or the final drunk fat chick left in the bar at last call. Guys understand. They don’t judge each other. Men do what they must, and they fist-bump the next guy coming in while they zip up on their way out the door.
For a faggot like Michael, this is the pinnacle of his service life.
After the epidemic passes and we all return to our “normal” lives, it’s highly likely that one or more of these Alphas will retain Michael’s services, or find themselves another faggot to use. Think about this: Michael’s bravery has resulted in an arrangement in that apartment complex that will fundamentally change these straight Alphas forever!
