Unprecedented times. Perfect for exploring your complete submission to Straight Alpha Men!
I’ve been lucky so far this year. Despite lock-down in the UK, i still manage to serve a Straight Alpha man all day every day. He was here when the lock-down began and didn’t leave!
This particular Alpha is pretty consistent. Not phased by adapting to the circumstances he finds himself in, capable of self-management, before I knew it, he’d set up a home gym in the garden, using some light free-weights, ropes and the wooden frame on the side of the treehouse he’d already built when things were normal.
It’s a treehouse in the sense it’s a house in a tree. But of course it’s designed with other things in mind. It’s dry inside, there are windows on one side, an entrance hall with a partition and a bar-style window on one side, solid wall with no window on the other. There’s a hole in the floor in one corner which leads to a covered ‘basement’ underneath where I see a rack and various tying apparatus. And as we speak he’s fitting a ceramic urinal above the hole.
It hasn’t been said or even implied this may become where I live, I doubt that’s what he has in mind. But anything’s possible with an Alpha.
He’s not my owner. I’ve recently become contracted to a new Alpha, a straight footballer (that’s ‘Soccer player’ to the Yanks) with professional experience, and an utterly ruthless determination to milk inferiors for all they’re worth. And they’re in no short supply!
How I became contracted so quickly I’m not entirely sure. It was his idea. Once I’d confessed to him my history, I think he wanted to test out if what i was telling him was true. It’s a bit out there when a straight man first comes across a hypnotised Sub who cannot refuse straight men’s instructions.
A few orders fulfilled and he decided I was his. That was that, I signed the contract and now I don’t know what the future holds.
I don’t need to know. He is a real Alpha. He really will know best as things unfold what’s best for me, for him, for the world. And I submit. That’s what I was born to do.
The first time I meet him it’s a car wash he has demanded. Cleaning his car in front of his work place, his builder colleagues milling about, straight Alphas every single one. And they know. I can tell they know that I’m a Sub. He’s probably told them. They don’t exactly treat me differently, it’s just there’s a vibe. Like when I’m around they’re aware, and they’re conscious of everything I do or say. Almost like they’re waiting to see how a faggot behaves, unsure whether it’ll be obvious with everything i do or if it’s hidden behind the facade of normality, barely perceptible to them if they hadn’t been prepped.
There’s a genuine sense of uncharted territory and mystery in the air, and it seems to me it’s because each and every one is curious about what they might be able to do, say or experience. I feel like a 21st century muse. Some kind of living breathing focal point for one of the defining questions of our time. What is a man? What is an Alpha? And what do they do when they have an inferior so clearly willing to submit? Even Inferiors can dream.
All real men are different. Different from one another, and different from Betas and lower level men. And the best thing about serving real men, is learning their uniqueness and being the lucky one to adapt to it. They’re not afraid to do what they want. And they will, if you let them.
Take this week so far.
Part of the process of my submission to straight and Alpha men of all kinds, is to approach individuals regularly and tell them what I am. One way or another. I admit to being a faggot, and offer myself in service to them. Leaving them in full control of their response and attempting to adapt to their response in whatever way is required. In other words, total power exchange.
On Monday a straight man decided he was going to take advantage of my willingness to serve and told me he was coming to my place for a massage on his sore back. I’d pay him the petrol money and he’d see if I was capable of massaging him satisfactorily.
Of course I am, and I did. But what was shocked me when he arrived, is just how amazing-looking this man was. He was 5 foot 8 tall, strong muscular and wiry. Alpha in his confidence and beauty. No hesitation in him. Just direct, and unashamed, and totally comfortable getting naked and lying down in front of a faggot. No self-consciousness at all.
What an honour it was to massage him. His body was tight superior and strong. I could tell he did need a massage, his muscles were used, tense and hard.. Dark short well-groomed hair, gently tanned skin, large flacid dick, and big balls. No doubts at all about his status as top dog. He needed release, and I was free, available and willing. And devoted. Utterly devoted to his complete satisfaction. Anything less than a 100% satisfaction would hurt me inside.
I worked every area he needed. I focused on every tense spot and worked around his needs according to his feedback. I kneaded, rubbed pushed and pulled, manipulated the muscles and relaxed him until he was drifting happily and confirming he was pleased with me.
I did notice though that after about half an hour he positioned his dick and balls in between his legs so they were pointing downward and there was blood flowing in that direction no doubt. It isn’t for me to assume what he wants, but in order to give him the option to demand release I massaged the inside of his thighs and his arse cheeks, brushing only slightly his balls with the hair on my forearm that was for obvious reasons, standing on end.
His dick grew. And it became obvious what he required as he spread his legs a little further and allowed it to grow more comfortably. I took the hint and brushed his arsehole downwards with the strokes. I applied slight pressure as I did it and his hips reacted gently as I saw he liked it. I gently touched his dick and gripped it so that I could free it from it’s trapped position and rubbed it as it grew in my hand.
Licking the tip was the natural next step and when he moaned I knew which way this must go. Taking it in my mouth I sucked on the end placing my finger in between his arse cheek and gently pressing on his arsehole, which responded. His hips rose and I knew to push my face further down the length of his cock after which I stroked his dick to it’s full length and moved my attention to his arse. Burying my face in to his cheeks I let my tongue tease his hole and held nothing back. I licked and pushed my tongue in and responded to his sounds and movements working his dick with my hand the whole time and giving myself fully to the pleasure he must experience. I held nothing back.
This carried on until he flipped over and I moved to his balls and gooch, licking worshipping and treating every part of him as the most precious and beautiful thing in creation. I started working his dick with my mouth and pushed it all the way into my throat refusing to let it’s significant length and girth stop me. It hit my throat and I had to angle my head so that it could push past my tonsils and enter my throat. I refused to gag.
He groaned and I continued, until he pulled me off and put me back on his balls. This carried on for some time, and I never stopped my intense worship until he finally said the words I’m going to cum. I was surprised he’d left me to choose what to do but there is never a choice in the presence of a real man so I moved straight to the end of his dick and took the load gratefully, just like you’d expect swallowing it all knowing it was good for me and would probably please him.
And that was it. He got up, his head spinning commenting on me being a good boy and admitting I’d made him dizzy. I got him a towel, he decided he wanted to know more about me and talked briefly while he dressed about how I could serve him in future. And that he’d be in touch.
And that was it. I’d successfully pleased a straight guy who was only there because he knew he could use me and that not only would I do anything he told me, but that i’d be discreet about it too.
Contrast that with last week. A straight man decided that he was intrigued by my confession to him that I served real men, and had no real idea what I was talking about. But like all true Alphas, he wasn’t going to let it pass without investigating. He was direct. And was quick to obtain my name address and phone number. He told me he liked to fuck women, and instructed me to find him one. I did. Arranging a hotel he attended and fucked her without me even being there. This made him happy and he told me so. In future he would let me attend, and might let me clean up afterwards. I don’t know what this means yet, but I’m assuming he’s going to expect me to suck up his cum, or clean his dick. Time will tell.
The point is, straight men should get what they want. That might include anything. It’s not for me to say. It might be sexual, it might be practical. It might be financial it might be social.
Not everyone can submit fully 24 7. Even I have to take it step by step and do what I can being honest and direct when I cannot provide what’s demanded.
But there’s nothing more fulfilling than simply doing what you’re told by a real man. And knowing that in doing so, you’ve made his life better. Right there, right then, right now.