A few days ago I received a beautiful little message on Snapchat from an Irish faggot named Conor. He said this:
Hey. Fellow faggot here. I just wanted to thank you for all you do. Seriously your writing helped me come to terms with being a faggot at a time when I was trying to repress and I was living with my homophobic parents. Your website and tumblr encouraged me to accept myself and to put myself out there and serve as a faggot. I’m currently quarantined with my Gorgeous Alpha of six months and I was so happy this morning after he cunted me I was almost crying. So after while I was making Him breakfast in bed I just decided to thank as many people as I could who have helped me realize I was a faggot. So thank you so much faggot Sam. Thank you for all that you do in educating both faggots and sometimes even Alphas (my Master wasn’t worried about locking my useless appendage until I converted him by showing him some of your posts on the topic!). I’m currently 18 and who knows how long it would’ve taken for me to accept my faggotry without you. In conclusion, Thank you for everything!
Well, I couldn’t let that go unnoticed, so I started a lovely conversation with my brother. And what I discovered was a story about a boy struggling against the truth about himself, and his ultimate triumph in finding a natural-born Alpha named Master Alex to worship.
Here is his story:
I really remember that one of the first times I realized I was gay was when I was about 12 in the changing rooms after PE. Being around all those sweaty half naked guys made my flap hard. But because it was a conservative catholic all boys school I decided to do my best to repress it.
And so eventually I sorta moved my way into a friend group and when I was 14ish I met a girl through that group. She became my girlfriend. I really really liked her as a person and so I thought I could just be with her and concentrate on getting hard whenever she wanted to do something sexual.
This is almost identical to my own story, as I’ve said in the past. It’s pretty typical for faggots to attempt some sort of “normal” life, typically resulting in failure.
It kinda worked for a bit. At least when she would give me a blowjob I could pretend it was a man. But the first time she wanted to do full on vaginal penetration I just couldn’t stay hard. I was so fucking embarrassed. I kept trying to get my flap up for like 15 min and it was some of the worst most awkward 15min of my life. Broke up with her literally 2 days after that.
Again, pretty typical stuff.
I should mention that at this point I was forcing myself to watch straight porn except on weekends when I would allow myself some fag porn. I was just so self hating you wouldn’t believe.
Anyway after that break up I’d kinda proven at least to the other lads in my friend group that I wasn’t a faggot (since they were casually homophobic and I would join in). And I kinda just told them that there wasn’t a whole lot of girls that were as good as she was and managed to get away with not dating for a while.
Ah, yes. The dating ruse in order to throw straight homophobes off the scent!
But we can’t escape or hide from ourselves …
Anyway I think that it was around this time that I found an unopened dildo in the upstairs of my granny’s house (where my uncle and aunt were living at the time) in my aunts attic space. For a 15 year old self-hating fag I just couldn’t resist it and stole it taking it home by hiding it between my ass cheeks on the car ride home! God I was such a little faggot! It was such a great dildo. It was one of those super realistic one with veins and it was 6 inches (I measured!). On top of that it vibrated. The first time I fucked myself with that dildo whole watching fag porn I kinda knew there was no going back.
After enjoying the dildo for a number of months after I got back from a school tour one day I was horrified to see that the place I’d left it was gone! My dad had thrown it away! It was one of the most humiliating things ever to happen to me. He gave me this fucking god awful talk about how he knew I was just confused and that he knew that I wouldn’t disappoint our family by continuing down that “life path” as he called it.
So in order to make me more of “a Man” he told me that I was gonna sign up for our local rugby club. I fucking hated it at first since I’d never been a fan of sports. But I came to love the sports mainly thanks to my teammates. They were the first guys I could truly call my friends. The best thing was that there was already an openly gay guy on the team and they were totally accepting! I mean they gave him shit about sucking cock and liking it up the ass but you could tell it was all in good humor. He also had to turn around when everyone was getting changed and having showers! This might sound mean but the guys took it as a laugh and you could tell they genuinely liked and supported each other no matter what.
For a young faggot, this kind of support from straight Males is literally like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. You feel like you’re on top of the world.
When I was 16 I came out to them and they made me feel so accepted. At 16 I was also super getting into tumblr and that when I discovered a number of blogs discussing faggots and alphas and masters. Your blog was one of the first ones I found. I loved how long and detailed you went into every aspect of faggotry. It was such a useful tool for educating myself.
It was then that I finally totally accepted what deep down I’d known all along: I was, and am, a faggot.
Believe me, I am humbled beyond words whenever I hear things like this from people, whether they are faggots or Alphas. It’s the whole point of this website and my work.
I was spending as much time as possible away from my parents house at this point, sleeping over at friends etc. I also signed up to Grindr and started fully hooking up with guys. I took my first real Man’s cock up the ass a week or too after my 17 th birthday. I was a real slutty fag that first year! But it wasn’t really fulfilling getting filled with all that meaningless cock.
My little brother Conor learned this lesson much earlier and faster than I did! My slutty period lasted much longer!
Luckily my savior was right around the corner. Last summer before I started college I met Him. My mate from rugby introduced us cos he knew we were both gay. He was his cousin. 22 years old a fellow rugby player. I’m gonna call Him Master Alex cos I don’t wanna use his real name without permission. We went out for coffee in early November and it escalated from there. We hit it off immediately. We made each other laugh. We like the same shows and music. He had black hair and the most sexy blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He was a sexy muscular hunk. I was and am in love. I remember being so nervous thinking “please don’t be a bottom, please don’t be a bottom”! You wouldn’t believe the relief when he said he was a “total top”!
The first time we fucked. I knew it wouldn’t be the last as cliched as that me be to say. It was true. I remember afterwards him ordering me to make him some food and bringing it down to him like a good little fagwife and feeling so at peace. I just wanted to do his laundry, iron his clothes do anything to serve him. And I did and continue to do so.
Incredible triumph!! It just goes to show that being brave and honest with oneself can lead to a dream moment in life! But it gets better:
Anyway, though I know money should never be a factor when choosing a man to serve as a faggot, I’m lucky to say that Master Alex co owns a plumbing business with his brothers and Dad(who is absolutely lovely btw!) and so he has an apartment all to himself. I moved in just after Christmas. I collected my basic necessities from my parents house and I was free.
I know at some point I’m going to have to go back and deal with my parents. But for now lemme just say I’m glad there’s a quarantine. And another thing the whole quarantine made me so nervous because I was worried we weren’t gonna be able cope being stuck inside with each other all the time so suddenly but it’s genuinely been one of the best experiences of my life once I learned how best to serve him and to just do whatever he orders me to to please him.
It’s such an inspirational story, isn’t it?
After digging down further, I discovered that Master Alex is truly a Supreme Alpha of the best kind – the kind who knows it without needing to flaunt it.
Yes, more or less. (Master Alex) firmly believes that all relationships have a sub and a dom to some degree. He just took charge from day 1. Well at least day 2 definitely. Our second date was going to the cinema and he asked me what movie I wanted to see and I told him Ford vs Ferrari and he basically said “you can watch that another time. We’re gonna watch the Irishman.”
Pure Alphas like Master Alex deserve an adorable, devoted faggot like Conor (yes, I’ve seen a picture)! It’s PERFECT!
Stories like this one reinforce the absolute truth of Hierarchy. Our souls cry out for our proper place within it, and finally finding it leads to unbelievable peace!
I am so grateful to my sweet little brother Conor for sharing his true story of courage, honesty, and victory! It’s a journey I’ve shared in my own life, and I wish it for all of my faggot brothers out there!