I received a long email from a dear fag brother in France named Guillaume. I’m going to republish it here in its entirety, with some comments added by me in bold.
I’m a 20 years old Frenchfag living in Paris, and I’m sorry about my English. (Your English is excellent!)
I always felt inferior to
real men and desirous to respect them and recognize their superiority.
I’m also joyful and believe that things happen more easily when one is
open minded, polite and happy to live. I’m not extraordinary good
looking but very cute
in a boyish and smiling way, so it became easy for me to suck dicks
when I felt a huge need to kneel down and serve men. Deep inside of
me, I’ve always known that I was born to obey and to be owned; I’ve been
ready to accept my nature for quite a long time…
One year ago, I started to
work (that was supposed to be a summer job as a salesboy) in a bakery,
ruled by two bakers/brothers (39 and 45 years old, both very masculine,
hairy, strong built, and incredibly attractive). It all happened very
fast : they told
me, very calmly, that I looked like a nice little faggot, and that they
needed 1) a sympathetic and trustworthy employee, 2) a servant to clean
their shared flat and cook for them 3) a faggot in heat, dick and cum
addicted, two holes at their total disposal.
I wasn’t able to think
when they told me what they wanted from me. I just became red, and stood
speechless, mouth wide opened. The older one laughed, said I had
true cocksucker’s lips, and decided to test them.
Of course, I accepted their
global offer. You know what, it is the best thing I have done in my
whole life ! I’m now their property, their full time employee (paid, and
not badly), my holes are daily used, and I’m their servant at home
(I live with them).
They’re the center of my life ! They’re both funny, sometimes very
kind, sometimes rough and very dominating. I feel protected,
mastered, used for what I am, at my very true place… and, in a way,
loved ! They know I love them and don’t bother about it, as
long as I don’t think I’m more than a faggot. They just say it’s normal
for a faggot to love its Gods. But they also say I’m not an ordinary
faggot, because I ease their life a lot and because I belong to them,
which is a rare privilege. I believe this is true.
I’m authentically happy,
but I work hard for that. I don’t want to disappoint my Masters, and I
know I have so many things to learn.
Nevertheless, there are a few things I don’t understand very well. Maybe you could help me with your clever opinion.
** I can’t help being sad
sometimes, especially when my Masters fuck my two holes together and,
during such breeding, talk loudly about women they like to fuck (they
fuck women quite a lot, because they’re straight and are very sexual : I
admire them for
that). But, when they have such talk, I don’t even think I’m a
faggot, but nothing at all, and I feel depressed. How could I erase such
a feeling, and why do they speak about women when they both use me?
Men will sometimes talk about females in those situations as a form of bravado. I wouldn’t take it personally. They are using you sexually, but taking their minds off of it by talking about females.
** Do you think Alphas have
usually more stamina than other people, because I do! At the end of the
day, I’m exhausted, happy and fulfilled (sexually, emotionally,
“chorefully” ) but above all exhausted, and I need a 9 hours sleep! I’m
glad my Masters let
me sleep a long night. They both sleep 5 or 6 hours, never more, and
are full of energy every day. Besides, their sexual needs are huge (I
was afraid not to be hungry enough at the beginning, but they caged my
dick, which is great because I’m horny all day
long). My Masters never seem to be tired. Are all Alphas like them?
Many Alphas are exactly the way you describe, brother. I’m not sure if it’s the extra testosterone or what, but Alphas are driven and aggressive in life.
** Is it normal for a
faggot to be impressed and so easily altered by its Master’s will ? For
example, my Masters told me they wanted to go with me to the woods
and keep me in a leash, so that walkers could see I’m their slave. They
said they wouldn’t do
it if I wasn’t OK. First, it really didn’t appeal to me, and I told
them I needed time to think about it. But, one hour later, the thing I
suddenly most wanted in the world was being kept on a leash ! Most of
the time, my Master’s desires become mine just
because they express them. Is it because I’m a true faggot, because I
have no personality, or because my Masters are so much stronger than I
am? (by the way, the walks on a leash were fantastic!)
Yes, you are truly a faggot, and a good one, too. You wanted to please them, and in turn it pleased you. You clearly have a wonderful and unique personality, so I wouldn’t worry about that. You’re just eager to please your Owners, and that’s a good quality. Your Masters are lucky, indeed.
I will now let you and feel
sorry for my (too?)long message. I wanted you to know about my life,
because I admire your wisdom and your human knowledge. (one of my
Masters made me discover your tumbler. He told me you were the biggest
faggot’s and Alpha’s
specialist I could possibly find. He also said you helped him to know
better his own impulses). I also wanted, if I can, give an account of a
faggot’s happy life, because it happens, I’m the living proof of it !
Even if I am sad sometimes, my main feeling
is a deep joy, because I’m so entirely myself with my two Masters, and
so grateful to them ! I just want other faggots to know that it’s
possible, for us, to find harmony and stability !
My dear brother, you are an inspiration! Your Masters should be very proud of you and your devotion! Hopefully the sadness will go away, replaced by even more joy. You are living a dream life, and I certainly wish you nothing but fulfillment in all you do! Thank you, my little brother Guillaume!