It’s easy to fetishize the Alpha/fag dynamic. The power play is intoxicating, the risk-taking is exciting, and the unhinged sex is, of course, great.
But what unfortunately gets overlooked in all of the porn and cumshots is the very real, very human element at the heart of that dynamic. It involves a faggot with the courage to submit itself to the reign of a Man and devoting its life to serving Him. In turn, the Man takes ownership of that faggot.
That part of the dynamic is where Hierarchical fulfillment happens. Sex is temporarily satisfying. But fulfillment is a satisfaction of the SOUL. It is finding your true place (as either an Alpha or a faggot), accepting it, and then expressing it freely in your life.
It is a profound feeling. I can only describe the feeling I have in service as a faggot, a kind of safety knowing that a Man owns me and cherishes my devotion to Him. That I am his property. For an Alpha, I suspect it’s the reverse – owning a faggot and knowing that this valuable asset worships Him completely … it must be incredible to experience as well.
I say all of this because I received an absolutely gorgeous story in my inbox here on Tumblr (thank goodness I’ve kept the lights on!) from a faggot brother. It’s a love letter to his former Alpha owner, a straight Man with a heart of overwhelming power and honor. It floored me emotionally, as so many past experiences I’ve had came rushing back to me. Perhaps some out there will have similar memories.
Here is my brother’s letter:
I have an incredible story to tell you about my alpha and my six-year journey with him. In late 2013 I was recovering from a terrible bout of ulcerative colitis. Anal sex was a big no-no. My boyfriend dumped me and I lost my job. I got back up, found another job, and decided to admit that I was a faggot in desperate need for a master, an owner, a powerful more superior man to take charge of my silly, denial-filled life. I searched thoroughly for said man and I found him.
He saved my life.
He embraced me. He addressed my fears. He eventually trained me and owned me totally and completely. He imposed a 25 percent tax on my income and he started to fuck me when it was safe to do so. That first fuck I’ll never forget for as long as I live. It changed the chemical structure of who I was and who I’m to become.
After six years of total service and devotion, he got married. It was the saddest moment of my life. I realize he is a straight man and most men like him eventually settle.
On his wedding day, even though I was sad inside, I had to come to his wedding. He took me out for a private talk. He said our arrangement is over as he intends to be faithful to his wife. He thanked me for years of service and hugged me as I was thisclose to crying.
Then handed me a check for 35k dollars.
“What is this?” I asked. He replied: “It’s your money. I never spent a cent of it.”
I was shocked. Shocked beyond belief. What an incredible man. What a lucky woman. What a god.
I’m so thankful and grateful I got to serve such a magnificent person. He changed my life. He taught me principals and values totally unknown to me before. He protected me. He let me be his faggot. I needed to serve him. I needed to do it to feel better. He made that possible for me. I’m so happy.
Message to fags in denial, wake UP! Don’t waste years of your life in denial. It will do you no good! Life’s too short! We were born to do this. We were born to serve these male gods! It’s our purpose! It will make us happy!
Isn’t that just the greatest story of Alpha/fag love you’ve ever heard? I wish this brother would’ve revealed himself to me because I desperately want to talk further about this tale. However, I’m grateful to have heard even this much of it.
While reading it, I couldn’t help but think of my wondrous Masters from Toronto, straight Alphas Nick and Nikola. They now own three beautiful faggots, and they tenderly care for each one in a way that seems impossible for straight Alphas to comprehend.
When I asked Alpha Nick about this, he nonchalantly shrugged it off. “They’re my property, and I take care of my property.”
Maybe that’s what it simply means to be a Man. A good Man. A true Alpha.
That’s why we serve them. Why we are proud to serve them.