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Earlier today Master Faust got a faggot in a car and had the faggot worship his cock and then suck him off (a blowjob he described as “luxurious”). 

Afterward, he was talking to me about this experience when he said this:

And it is so nice to be worshipped for just a cock … the amount of presence my cock had in that car was admirable … At that moment there was not a single more important thing …  (the cocksucker’s) look was reverent almost …

To that, I replied: I’m sure! As Alpha, you don’t understand what it means to a faggot to service a Man like you! 

Master Faust wanted to try and understand it better, and asked me to explain it further. So here is how I’d put it:

We faggots are weak creatures. Broken at a basic, genetic level. Instinctively we are driven away from the typical desires that define Manhood; we resist ejaculations to the point of chastity, we have no desire to penetrate, no desire to breed, no desire to lead.

Because of this defect, we are exposed, vulnerable, humbled. We are mice in a world of cats.

To compensate, we seek the approval of the more powerful Men in the Hierarchy. We seek acceptance. Legitimacy. Safety. To that end we offer up our lives in their service. We use the gifts Nature did give to us, namely, our deep desire to be penetrated, our insatiable craving to swallow cock and cum, and our emotional need to be the favored pet or slave that brings a smile to the face of our Owner. 

As a lifelong faggot, I can tell you that there is no safer feeling in this world than those times when I’ve knelt at the feet of my Alpha, his hands on my head and in my hair, and I serviced his cock. There was no greater feeling of completion than those times I’ve been pinned beneath the body of my Alpha while he pumped his cock into me. 

In those moments I am safe. I am home.

Serving a Man and pleasuring his cock and his body is the closest a faggot can ever get to communing with God. These magnificent Alphas ARE our gods. 

Through our service, we touch greatness and perfection. We taste the divine. 

And it fills us. Heals our broken pieces. Give us purpose.

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