Yesterday I published a post entitled “Prelude to the Return of Home Depot Fag.” You can read that by clicking here. In it, I published a letter I received and kept for more than a year and a half that described their first meeting.
But here is the good stuff. Home Depot fag has written a long post detailing his time serving this Alpha god (the pic above was given to me by Home Depot fag as a close representation of what this Alpha looks like). It’s pretty incredible, and well worth the wait.
Hi, you might remember me. I met my Alpha on the checkout line at Home Depot a while back. I’m able to write now cause I’m no longer serving him. I’m sad he’s gone but it’s been an amazing experience and thought you should know since it’s because of you I had the nerve to meet him.
I started serving him by only doing his laundry. I didn’t mind cause he was so hot and built and manly and just being near his dirty t-shirts and underwear made my head spin. At first he brought the clothes to me and picked them up on his way home from work – he didn’t want me to know where he lived. When he came over I’d always offer him a beer but he rarely accepted.
About a month in he called and said he couldn’t make it to my place and I should bring the clean clothes to him. I was so excited to see where he lived which turned out to be a small modest house he inherited from his grandfather. The place was typical straight guy – basically a big leather couch in front of a huge TV screen – and the whole place a mess – clothes everywhere – unmade bed– the kitchen filled with dirty dishes. Have to say the sight of it turned me on! I brought the clothes in – and he went to take the bag from me but I told him I would put them away for him. I remember the look of fascination on his face when I lovingly put them into his dresser which I also straightened out. “Thanks man,” he said with a bit of disbelief in his voice – he was still blown away that anyone would be doing anything like this for him. Whenever he thanked me I would always say, “Thank YOU SIR for allowing me, It’s an honor.” He would laugh uncomfortably when I said this. After I put away his clothes that first time I started straightening up his bedroom but he stopped me — said he had to go meet his girlfriend. I asked if I could come back another time and he said, “OK – come by Sunday”.
That Sunday I found him in the backyard cutting wood on a table saw for a deck he was building out back. I went inside and cleaned his entire house – top to bottom. At one point he came in when I was almost done and he stood there in amazement. He looked around and all he said was “Nice.” I coulda died.
From then on, I would come to his place once a week and clean and do his laundry. It had to be on Sunday which was a day he didn’t see his girlfriend who went to visit her sick mother then. That month when I would come over to clean I could see him relax around me – I may be a fag but I’m smart and funny and easy going and I could see he liked me – the same way I guess he would like a cute puppy who worshiped him.
One Sunday I came over and he was shirtless. He looked so fucking hot, that I couldn’t help myself and said something like – “wow, girls must bow down in front of you – you must drive them crazy” I could see he was flattered but he said something like – “I don’t have trouble getting women but they don’t bow down to me” I don’t know what came over me but I said – “well they should you’re incredible”– and I got down on my knees and literally prostrated myself before him. He goes “C’mon man, get up, you’re creeping me out” And I thought this is my moment to educate. It’s time.
So I stood up and said “Sorry…but y’know here’s the truth – we’re taught that everyone is created equal. But it’s not true. Some people are superior – like you. You’re the top of the food chain – an alpha. There’s nothing wrong with the fact that you’re superior and I’m your inferior. If we just accepted the roles nature gave us we’d all be happier. That’s why I belong on my knees in front of you.” I got back down on my knees looked up at him and talked a little more about how superior he was and how inferior I was to him when suddenly he ripped open his pants, pulled out his dick and shoved it down my throat. It happened so fast it took a second to regain my balance and he came so fast and hard I was trying not to gag. After he came he just zipped up and went into the kitchen to get a beer. Not a word spoken. My head was spinning, but I just finished cleaning and when we said goodbye it was as if nothing had happened.
On my way out he did tell me that his buddies AND his girlfriend wanted to know how his house was suddenly so spotless and in such good order. He didn’t make enough money for a regular housekeeper so he told them that he won a year of house cleaning from a cleaning service in a raffle he bought. He thought it was funny they believed him!
I told him he won more, if he liked – that I’m a good cook too and any chores he might have I’d be happy to do too – basically whatever he needed I would do for him. He got a strange look on his face and just said “I still don’t really get it – but OK, good to know”
For a few weeks I just continued to clean and keep his house without any more sexual contact. One day around 5 pm he called when I was at work and said “Do you know how to make Beef Stroganoff?” I didn’t but I said yes. He said his grandmother used to make it for him when he was a kid and he had been craving it. I told him I’d be happy to make it for him when I came over on Sunday to clean but he simply said. “No. Tonight. Be here by 7.” It wasn’t a question it was an order and my heart was pounding.
I raced out of work early, looked up the best recipe for it, shopped, and went over to his place. When I got there he just opened the door without a word and went back to a little desk area he had in his bedroom. Since I knew what was expected I just went into the kitchen and cooked.
When it was ready I went into the bedroom and told him “dinner is served SIR” When he came to the table he didn’t say a word about it being only set for one.
He sat down to eat – I bought white and red wine for him too and he wanted red. He dug into the food and I didn’t know what to do with myself – he suddenly realized it was a bit awkward so he said “Do you want some?” But I said “No SIR, thank you – it’s for you”
“You can at least sit” he said, and it made me so happy to sit there watching him enjoy the food, which he kept saying was delicious.
He asked me a few things about myself – and about my work etc, perhaps out of politeness… but clearly he was the king at the table. He texted a few times, finished two helpings and drank half a bottle of the red.
When he was done he pushed back his chair and said “That was good man, thanks” I said “you never have to thank me SIR” and you can call me ‘fag’ sir, not man.”
I couldn’t believe it but he just looked at me and said “come over here and blow me, fag”
He walked over to the couch, sat down, leaned back and opened the top button on his jeans. I crouched between his legs and tried to give him the most worshipful blowjob I could. Whenever I tried to touch the rest of his body he’d push my hands away saying “Just the dick”
This started a new pattern in our relationship. Sunday’s I’d clean and do his laundry and I was on call during the week if he wanted me to cook him a meal, which I did one, maybe two times a week. Sometimes it included me blowing him, sometimes not.
The beginning of the end came when his girlfriend showed up unexpectedly one night when I was making dinner for him. I may be a fag in private, but most people see a short, cute, boyish, well built, not fem guy who is most likely gay.
She might have believed his story about him winning a cleaning service in a raffle but she was not that stupid to think that this gay guy in the kitchen cooking dinner for her boyfriend was part of the prize. All she kept screaming was “what the fuck is going on here?” My alpha was trying to pass me off as part of the prize, I said NOTHING. Even when she asked me, I would defer to my alpha.
Finally I said to my alpha “I think I should go” which I did. I didn’t hear anything from him and when Sunday came to clean I wasn’t sure what to do. I made myself go. At first we didn’t say anything about what happened but it was clearly in the air. I worked up the courage to ask him and he was so surprisingly even about it, it made me proud.
He said after a few hours he finally told her that I was a fag/gay guy who wanted to be his maid – he told her he thought it was crazy and weird but why shouldn’t he have a free cook and housekeeper? She of course asked if there was anything sexual going on and he was like “FUCK NO. He’s just the fucking housekeeper”
Somehow he convinced her there was nothing wrong with the arrangement and also told her that I could make her life easier as well. I could make dinner for both of them!
It was a VERY uneasy truce. Now that my existence was out in the open she was occasionally there when I was cleaning or cooking… Several times I even made the two of them dinner – leaving as soon as I put it on the table.
But every time she and I were in the same room she would either snap a nasty order at me or just give me the evil eye.
She’s one of those hot women who post selfies on Instagram with her lips puckered at the camera and sticking her perfect ass out in a tight dress at the same time. She was petite with a great gym body, perfect fake tits – But she was a bitch. Always wanting him to buy her shit or take her places like Vegas or demanding this or that or complaining about something he did. I think he only stuck around because she was hot and they had great sex, which he’d always refer to.
One day when I was putting away the laundry she sat down on the bed and said to me “you know he’s not so great” And she proceeded to put him down to me, maybe in an effort to get me not to like him so I’d leave – but I only said to her “you’re the luckiest girl in the world to have him. I wish I was you”
Well her head exploded. She started screaming at me everything imaginable. My alpha came running into the room saying What the fuck is going on?
While she was ranting I just turned to him and said “I’m sorry SIR”
Which made her lose it! She turns to him and say “He calls you SIR?! I can’t fucking believe it! He calls you SIR” over and over.
Finally he yells at her “It’s a sign of respect! And if you can’t show the same then get the fuck out!”
She stormed out. He was shaken. I started to speak and he said “Don’t say a fucking word” I finished my duties and left.
He and the girlfriend were on the outs for a few months and those months were heaven for me. I guess he was extra needy (and horny – since she was out of the picture) He had me come over to cook more often for him and sexually we progressed beyond just me blowing him. We got to the point where he let me lick his ass which was the most glorious thing.
His ass is big and round and firm – so damn manly and he loved me eating it out. For him it was the ultimate sign of my inferiority – a sign of submission. Often we’d skip the blow job – he’d say “get that fag face in my ass” and he would revel in my worship. God, there is nothing like eating a manly alphas ass – the scent, the taste the submission.
Then one day at work I got a call from him – he said we had to end it – he couldn’t see me any more. He was getting back with his girlfriend and this was part of the condition. It’s been two months now and I’m not sure if I’ll ever see him again. I’m hoping he’ll get sick of putting up with his bitch girlfriend — it’s amazing how these women don’t appreciate the gods their alpha boyfriends are. If she treated him like a king she would be rewarded by him in ways I don’t think she can imagine. I know I was privileged to experience some of those rewards. I hope I can find another superior man like him to serve. I’ve attached a photo which is not him but the spitting image of him. The body, face, the way he dressed and his magnificent ass are exactly like him. I’m hoping to find another man like this to serve.
What a mind-blowing journey for this fag! Remember, all of this happened because this fag showed a little courage and ingenuity! This can happen to any fag who follows his example!
