yourasianstudent:

My friend on here said I should write
my journey as a fag bottom.  About me:  I’m a freshman at college (in
the USA), I’m Asian, and I’m what you would call a “nerd:” skinny, no
muscle tone, glasses, etc.  Ever since I can remember I dreamed about
strong men and being submissive to them.  I never thought it would happen
for me—what Alpha would want someone like me?
So I just read about it online and fantasized, and that’s when I found
one really special blog here it really helped me to understand who and what i
am: a fag.  Not just reading his blog,
but also chatting with my friend who wrote the blog (thank you fagsworshipstraights!)
who answered my questions.  Most of what
you read here is thanks to his advice.  

I finally got the nerve to ask the fag
who writes that blog (and who I consider my big brother) when I started college
and went to my first class.  8:00 AM MWF
history class.  I dragged myself to class
the first day and that’s when I saw Him.
My professor.  He is a god.  Tall, handsome, muscular, masculine.  It was like I was hypnotized.  And when he spoke, with his deep voice,
intelligent, authoritative, I was sure I wanted to serve him.   I
couldn’t stop thinking about him. So after a few weeks of going crazy not being
able to stop thinking of him, I finally asked (anonymously at first) on that
blog, what I should do.   I asked my big brother what to do, if I had a
chance.  He said that a prof probably
wouldn’t have sexual relations with one of his students, and advised me to
start serving him, helping him in other, non-sexual ways.  So I did.

It was a few weeks into class when I
got the nerve to offer to help him the first time.  It was after class, and the room was clearing
out, and I saw that he had a lot of books and papers, so I went up and asked if
I could help him carry stuff back to his office.  He looked at me, and said, “Jonathan, right?”
I never say anything in class, so I was amazed that he knew who I was.   Anyway, he let me help him.  After that I would offer every day, and some
days he would let me help.  Other days he
would say “I’ve got it, but thanks.”  I
noticed he always brought coffee to class.
So one day I went early to the coffee shop and brought a coffee to his
office before class.  It was nerve
wracking to do: I had no idea how he would react or if he would think I was weird…but
he accepted it with a little smile—like mostly a smile in his eyes.  He has the kindest eyes.  I sort of stammered that I didn’t know how he
liked it, but I thought he drank it black.
He took a sip and said it was perfect.

So after that I kept helping him—bringing
him coffee, stopping by his office in the day to see if he needed
anything.  Sometimes he’d let me go to
the library to copy an article from some old journal, or pick up some books he
had on hold there.    All of this I did because
my fag brother said I should serve him any way I could.   But I had no idea if he wanted more.

I must tell you, I love this little brother of mine. 

This is only the first part of an amazing journey this beautiful young fag has had over the last several weeks with this professor. I’ve been privileged to walk beside my little brother (virtually, of course) as he has taken these brave first steps. You will not believe where this story goes!

I am beyond proud of my brave little brother. I live for experiences like this one, and cherish those honest and sincere people who make them happen. Those who are willing to reach out for whatever their heart desires will eventually find it. 

This precious brother of mine definitely deserves it.

yourasianstudent:

I had been serving my Professor for a few weeks–helping him carry books, bringing him coffee, going the the library for him–but didn’t know what it meant to him.   A part of me didn’t mind:  the fact that this Man, this perfect masculine god, would let me into a tiny corner of his life, made me very happy.   I was in his office fairly often, and noticed things like a framed photograph of him and another man.  It looked like a couple photo—they were at a beach and my Professor (who is in his 30s I think) has his arm around the other guy, who is also handsome and masculine (and white, I should add, like my professor).  So I assumed that he was married or in a serious relationship.  Still, a part of me held out hope…

It was last week, after I’d brought him a book to his office from the library, that he asked me to sit down.  It was one of those “we need to talk things.”  I think i remember just about every word:

HIM:  Jonathan, I really appreciate how helpful you’ve been these past few weeks

me:  *just sort of smile

HIM:  I know why you’re doing it.  You’re attracted to me.  I want you to know that I’m attracted to you, too. 

me:  *blush furiously, unable to speak

HIM:  But nothing can happen.   It’s completely unethical for a professor to have sexual relations with one of his students.  It would compromise the student/teacher relationship, cloud both our judgments, and distract from what you are here for.

me:  *feel my heart sink to the floor. 

HIM:  “do you understand?”

me, finally managing to speak:  “I’ll drop your class.  I can drop out of school or transfer.”

HIM, with his little kind smile:  “No, you can’t do that.  Your schoolwork is more important right now.  There is time for those other things after the semester when you’re not my student.

me:  *blushing again, my heart bouncing off the floor back into my (scrawny) chest

He stood up, the conversation was over.  I got up to leave and I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me around.   He caressed my face with his big hand, and then hugged me.  Honest, I nearly fainted.

I went out and crossed campus not seeing anything.  I don’t think I’d ever been so happy.  I didn’t care if he had a husband or bf or anything.  He liked me.  He liked that I served him, and he offered the hope that I would someday serve him more.  I wrote my big brother all of this. 

I’ll write more here soon. One or two more posts should get me caught up to present day, and then I’ll post when I can about things that happen.

The second part of this amazing story. Notice my little brother’s humility, his thoughtfulness, his genuine kindness. With an open heart this faggot has offered himself to a Man. It isn’t about being slutty or obscene. If a fag is brave and genuinely offers to serve, a Man will often respond positively. 

I’m blind with tears of pride because of this little fag. 

Believe me, this story gets better. Subscribe to him and follow along!

yourasianstudent:

Everything changed and nothing changed since my Professor had the talk with
me.  I fell happier than I’ve ever felt since I know He is attracted to
me.  But I know there is nothing that’s going to happen anytime
soon.  And I know that I can still serve Him and so I do.  I still
bring coffee, help him however I can.  I noticed the bookshelves in His
office were sort of dusty, and offered to clean those, and He said yes!
So i did that, and some other light cleaning in his office, and it made me
happy that it pleased Him.  

Two things that happened stand out since that talk–the talk where He told me He was attracted but nothing can happen because He’s my Professor.  Like I said, I offered to dust His shelves and He said yes.  But then he said more:  He told me that He liked me, and wanted me to wait until after I’m not his student.  He wanted me to wait for him.   I could only say “yes.  I will wait forever.”  and then He hugged me.  I buried my face in His chest (yes, He’s that much taller than me).  I just enjoyed His strong arms around me and smelled His scent.  I probably sniffed too obviously, because He pulled out of the hug and, with His kind eyes smiling, said “I think you have some dusting do to, kid.”  So i laughed and got to work.  

I was dusting and He was working at his desk (its a pretty big office).  I was really into cleaning but heard a sound behind me that made me look back.   I caught a glimpse of Him pulling His tight V-neck sweater on–just a glimpse of his big pecs and his abs–slightly hairy…perfectly hairy…sigh.  lol.  Before I could begin to wonder wtf, I noticed that He had His white tshirt in His hand, the tshirt that He had had on under his sweater.  He crossed the room and handed it to me and said “you like how I smell; I want you to have this.”  I couldn’t say anything, but i just smiled like my face would break.   Then He sort of ruffled my hair and said He needed to go to a meeting and I left, again crossing campus in a daze.  I wear His tshirt to bed every night now.  It’s WAY too big for me and comes down to my thighs, so its sort of like a dress on me lol. 

The other thing  that happened was not so great.  One of my classmates in that 8:00 history class
is obviously gay and shows it, unlike me.  He wears revealing clothing
(tight, showing off his twink body), i wear loose tshirts or button shirts that hide my scrawny asian body; he
has dyed hair and shiny lips, I just have whatever haircut I can get with my
asian hair, and have glasses.  He’s into style, I’m afraid of attracting
attention to myself.  He flirts with my Professor, I just serve him.
I guess he noticed that I help my professor after class, and has seen me go to
his office.  So the other day he comes up to me in the commons when I was
studying and started talking to me.  He’s gossipy.  He said that he
thought our Professor is hot and that all the gays on campus want him and all
the girls too, and told me that he’s talked to gays that have bottomed for him
and they are all white and muscular.  I didn’t say much, but said I
thought He was married or had a bf.  The fag told me that  he used to
be married but his husband died or something.  And then he said,
“obviously, he doesn’t like asians.”  He said it mean.  I felt bad.  I don’t think I ever felt worse.  One because that guy was mean to me and maybe he was right that He doesn’t like asians and I was confused.   But mostly I felt bad because if it was true what he said (I looked it up, it is true) then He, my Professor, had suffered a horrible loss.  I went home and put on his shirt and cried.

I might not be able to write more until tomorrow.   But something good did happen since then that i want to tell you about.  Thank you to everyone who read this and liked it.   I really owe everything to my big brother.

Beautiful!

yourasianstudent:

A big thing happened this week, and some little things.   Little things were like I bought Him a gift of a ceramic travel coffee mug so I don’t need to bring Him paper cups all the time  I got two actually, so that one is always clean.  He seemed really pleased.

The big thing is that He sent me and email asking me to be His research assistant.  It’s really an honor for an undergrad like me to have that, and especially in my first semester.   I replied that I didn’t need a job to want to do things for Him, but He told me to think about it and answer the next day, adding that it would be good for my career.  I didn’t know what to do so I asked my  big brother on here what to do and in the end followed his advice and accepted.   I emailed my answer to my Professor and He told me to see him the next day to arrange things.  

The next day I was at His office early for our meeting.   He let me in and then explained what my duties would be, how many hours, and gave me the paperwork to fill out and bring to the office to make it official.  Then He told me that in January, between terms, He was travelling to Europe on a brief (2-3 week) research trip, and He wanted to bring me along, and could I make that work?  I told Him I would do whatever it took to make it happen!   Then His tone sort of changed and He said something like: “Ive really been impressed with you:  not only are you the smartest boy in class, but you’ve shown me that you have the right attitude to be my assistant.”  I blushed furiously as He explained how He liked how I did errands for Him, brought Him coffee, etc, without expecting anything in return.   Then He said that I was attentive to His needs and He liked that.  And then He said that after the semester was over He would need me to attend to more intimate and physical needs.  

I could hardly speak, my mouth was so dry… but I managed to say “I will do anything for you, anything you need.  And then He reached out and caressed my face and then slipped His hand under my chin and lifted my head so I was looking into His eyes, and He said “Good.”  And He sent me on my way to file the paperwork in the office.  I think I did, but i was in a daze  lol.  

He messaged me later and gave me a pile of reading to do to get a sense of His research project,  and told me to join him for dinner on Saturday to talk about my new position.   That’s tonight.  I’m soooooooo nervous.   But I know my big brother has my back and that I can do this.  

Thank you to everyone who ready my “journal”!   you are all so kind!

yourasianstudent:

yesterday my Professor gave me a gift after His class after I helped him carry His books back to his office.  He just handed it to me then had to go to a meeting.  So i took it to the library and opened it and it was a necklace. One of those kind that fits tight around your neck, and its basically a black leather cord, not a thick one though.  And there was a note that said “I want you to always wear this.”  I put it on right away and it made me feel good and smile that he would think of me.

Then later he emailed me and told me to meet him in the evening off campus at a cafe because he wanted to talk.  So I went like he said and he was there sitting in a quiet corner.  I went to him and he smiled and said hi and i asked if I could bring Him anything and he asked for a decaf so I got it and brought it back.  When i sat down he reached across and touched the necklace and said “it looks good on you.”  I blushed and thanked him and said i loved it.  Then He said “i gave that to you because I consider you to be mine.  And I know that you want to belong to me, don’t you?”  I was sort of stunned by his directness, because he’d never really said anything like that out loud before.  and i told him I wanted that more than anything.  And He said “good.”  

Then he told me that it was good that he had to wait before taking me physically (that’s what he said, “take you physically”) because i am so young and might not be sure or ready for it.  I told him I was sure and that I would wait as long has He thought was right.   At least I think I told him that, bcause my mind was spinning and i was still stunned.  🙂   Then the conversation continued…

Him:  I’m a total top.  do you know what that means?

Me:  I think so….

Him:  Tell me

Me:  (after blushing and stammering) I think it means you are in charge.

Him:  right.  more specifically, it means i’m not interested in your penis.

Me: (blushing more and stammering)  I know. I don’t want that.  I only want to make you feel good and be happy.

Him:  Good.  you’re  a virgin, aren’t you?

Me:  yes..i’ve never done anything not even kiss with anyone

Him:  Good.  I thought so.  Still, its important you know about safe sex.  

And then he gave me a talk about safety and how I need to get tested for him and how he gets tested and will show me the results before he takes me.

And that was about it.  He walked with me back to my dorm and then left for home.  Part of the walk he put his arm around me.  I felt soooooo good and safe!!!

One more thing.  My big brother recommended I get a dildo so that I would be prepared.  So I did and I have been using it every night to practice.  That’s another story lol.

Thank you all for reading and for your messages and comments.  And thanks to my big brother always for everything!!!

My wonderful little brother has continued to tell his incredible story of coming into the service of his Alpha college professor. Follow @yourasianstudent and marvel as this real life tale unfolds! 

This brother’s bravery and determination helped him to offer service to this Alpha, and his humility allowed him to submit to this glorious Man! Read and learn that it CAN be done. This little brother is embarking on the adventure of his life, an adventure you can share by reading his blog and following his example!

I love you, brother!

yourasianstudent:

Last time i told you that He said he was taking me shopping on Friday or Saturday.  Well it happened last night, and that’s what I want to tell you about.

He told me to meet him outside a certain department store in the city at 6, and i got there early and waited. Again i saw him before he saw me, and when he came up to me he smiled his little kind smile and put his hand on his shoulder and said “ready?.”  I smiled like my face would break and said “yes sir!” and in we went.  As we walked through the store He told me that He wanted me to dress differently for him.  No more lose pants and baggy shirts.  “You’re my boy now, and I want you to look a certain way for me.” is how He summed it up.  We went to the men’s and young men’s section and He started picking out shirts and pants for me: fitted dress shirts, polos, and tshirts, and pants and jeans that were skinny or narrow cut.  He didn’t really ask my opinion but when He would take something He would say like “I think this would be good” or “this will be good on you” … Once He had a bunch picked out we headed to the dressing rooms.  There was a men’s side and a women’s side.   the men’s side had several dressing rooms grouped around a sort of lounge with a few comfortable chairs.   He put the clothes on one chair, handed me some, and sat on the other chair and sent me in to try them on and show Him.  So for like 30 minutes I was pulling on pants and buttoning up shirts and stepping out to show Him.   He’s either approve or disapprove and i would sort the keepers and the rejects onto different piles. Other guys were coming in and out of the area, but that didn’t seem to bother Him, but it made me shy if someone besides Him was there when I came out.  I was shy enough with just Him! 

One problem was that lots of the sizes were too big, even with the smallest size, depending on the brand.  So after the first round He left the “keepers” with the attendent and told him “hold our room please” and He brought me to the boy’s section and picked out a few more shirts to try, and I ended up with a bunch of new shirts and pants. He went for different looks:  some shirt with tie, some polo and jeans, some tshirt and jeans or pants.  All the pants fit me tight and he always made me turn so He could see the back…. i guess He liked showing my little round ass hehe. 

After all that, He said “you know, I never saw your underwear in the gym.”  go in there and take off your pants and come out and show me.  I was so nervous but I did what He said and came out with just my undies and a tshirt on.  When he saw me He said “just the underwear, Jonathan…take off your shirt.”  So i did…i was super nervous but no one was around at that point.  i was wearing little briefs the kind without a fly.  He said He liked them, but wanted to try some others.  He said “wait here” and came back with various underwear for me to try for Him… briefs, some bikini style briefs and some thongs.  He made me come out in just the underwear…sometimes there would be a guy passing through and they would look at me and Him…but He didn’t seem to notice them or if he did, He’d just smile.

The next thing happened because a friend of mine here suggested it.  After all of that happned with the underwear, i worked up the nerve to ask Him if I could get a jockstrap.  I was standing in front of Him in just a bikini brief when I asked and it took a LOT of courage for me to do that.  He sort of smiled and stood (He was seated almost all the time when I’d show Him the clothes” and came to me and sort of adjusted the brief on me and said “son, you really don’t need a jockstrap.  you don’t have enough down there to need one to workout.”  Me, blushing: “its not for that sir.“ 

Him:  “what, then?”

Me, stammering and so nervous!!:  “well .. someday if you want to take me and use me, i could wear it and then  so that …. you know…”

Him, smiling “ahhh i see… wait here.”  

In a few minutes He was back with some jocks for me to try.  And made me try them for him.  It was busy then and each time i would come out bare assed there would be a guy there looking.  One of the guys was the guy who was the attendent who kept coming in during all this time asking if he could help with anything.  Finally it was over.  He picked out a jock for me and we gathered out things from the attendent who said “I hope you found everything you needed for your …friend?”   And my Professor finished for him “…my boy.  For my boy.  Yes we found what we needed.”   On the way to the register I told Him that I would pay but He said, “no, not for this.  you’re my boy and there are things I take care of.”  So he paid and after that He asked if i was hungry (it was like 8 by then and i was!) so He took me to get some thai take out and took me back to His place to eat it.

On the way he talked a bit.  He told me that he saw that i was nervous about the whole shopping trip but that i did really well.  That made me happy.  He asked me when I started shaving my clit (he just said “shaving” but I knew what he meant) and I told him just last weekend before our dinner.  And he said “good, i like that.” When we got back to His place He made me change into a new tshirt and jeans (really fitted and tight) and then we ate.  Then he had work to do but told me to stick around in case He needed something, so he was at his desk and I was in an lounge chair in his office at his house.  And i fell asleep!!!  At about 2 in the morning He woke me up.   He told me that I looked beautiful sleeping there, but that it was time for me to go home.   He had changed into sweat pants and tshirt at somepoint when i was sleeping, and said He needed to change to take me home.   at the door to the office He looked back at me and said “come on!” and so i followed Him into His bedroom where he stripped in front of me and changed.  he was wearing these trunk briefs witha  pouch for his cock and sort of paused, looking at me, and stripped them off and then handed them to me and said “here, I think you want these.”  I nearly fainted.  He was standing in front of me, a god, glorious, naked and handing me his underwear!!! I din’t know what to say or where to look!!!!   He sort of tousled my hair and quickly dressed, and took me home. 

on the drive back to my dorm (He lives a distance from the Uni) He put His arm around me and pulled me into a cuddle as He drove.   He is perfect.  omg.

Sorry this was so looooong but i wanted to put it all down while i remembered and I’m sure i forgot some details.   Thank you for reading and thank you to my brother and to the friend who suggested the jockstrap!!!

This Alpha professor is in total and complete control. He is so insightful, so thoughtful. He totally understands the inclinations and needs of a submissive. 

How has this fag managed to have this incredible adventure in his life? Because he was brave, honest, and respectful. Learn from him!

yourasianstudent:

After our shopping trip on Friday I didn’t think much more would happen with Him for a while, but on Saturday He texted me and told me to come over to His house.  I went right away–it was about 9:00, and he let me in and said he was working and had some things for me to do…it was like organizing some of his files.  It didn’t take long so I asked if i could clean His kitchen…it was pretty clean but a few dishes to wash so i did that and went back to my table in His office and read articles on his work until i fell asleep.   I woke up with Him picking me up and carrying me to the sofa where He lay me down and said “sleep here for a while.  I like having you around.”  Then later He woke me up and took me home, driving with His arm around me again!!!

So Sunday, yesterday, i was thinking of his kitchen…His fridge was pretty empty and i figured He didn’t cook much, so i got up my nerve to ask Him if i can cook for Him.  He responded right away (text) that it would be ok as long as it didn’t interfere with my schoolwork.  So I right away sent Him a schedule showing how I had at least 90 minutes a day free to cook for him if he wanted.  He responded right away “ok, come over tonight and cook for me and Thomas.”  Thomas is is friend from the gym who i already met there and on campus.  He is really nice to me!!  A little bit of back and forth about what to cook and He settled on chicken stirfry with soba noodles and a big salad, no desert.  OK!

I shopped for groceries on the way and got to his house about 6 and it was just Him so I got busy in the kitchen and after a while Thomas arrived and popped his head in the kitchen and said “hi” with a smile and then went back to talk to Him.   I went in and offered to bring them something to drink and they wanted mineral water so i brought that and went back to cook.  After a while Thomas came into the kitchen and said my Professor was on the phone so he would keep me company.  He is super nice and was just chatting about me and said my Professor had told him some things about me.  

Thomas:  “you like him don’t you?”

Me:  “i do.  i think He is the most perfect and amazing Man in the world.  Its a real honor to serve him.”  (ok fyi and tbh i write way better than I talk–it didn’t come out that smooth lol)

Thomas: “he likes you too, a lot.”

Me:  blushing furiously and smiling like my face will crack lol

Thomas: “do you have any question for me?”

Me:  “I know its none of my business but are you His boyfriend?”

Thomas: “what would you think if i was?”

Me:  “idk…i’d be happy for both of you!”

Thomas, giving me a little hug “that’s really sweet Jonathan.  but we’re not bfs.  We sort of tried it …  but we’re a little too much alike for that to work out.  we are both tops really.”  and he laughed and said they were just really close friends now.

OK i’m terrible at dialogue so I’ll just write normally now lol.   He said that my Professor had topped him several times but that it didn’t feel right for Him even though he (thomas) was happy to be the bottom.  it was because he wasn’t naturally a bottom which is what my Professor likes.  Then he said that my Professor thought that I was the kind of boy that he wanted because i do things for him and focus on his needs.    I responded during all of this but nothing interesting lol

Then Thomas mentioned that I’d seen them both naked and so I knew how hung my Professor is and asked if i was a virgin and I told him yes.  So he recommended preparing for the big moment with a dildo and I blushed and said I already was and Thomas laughed but kindly and gave me a hug and said “you’ll be fine kid, i’m sure.”  btw I also told Thomas that I thought he was an amazing man too and like my Professor had an amazing body.  (he reallly is muscular like my Professor but not quite as tall and much smoother).  It wasn’t flirting just statement of fact. 

Then my Professor came back in and Thomas went with him and then I served them dinner and stood back for a while but then my Professor said, “come eat with us.” so I ate a little with them.   then I took the bus home because they were still hanging out and I didn’t want to be in the way but my professor gave me a big hug before I left and said I had done really well.

That’s basically it.  I know this one really sucks and is disorganized but I don’t have much time today and wanted to get it down!

Thank you all for reading and thank you always to my big brother!!!

Can you believe this incredible story? It just gets better every day!

I spoke with him about a month ago. He seemed like he was doing very well. His college relocated him to a new place. And when he responded to me, he was in Madrid with his Alpha. So yeah … it sounds like it’s working out for him!