The First Faggot Cunted By Master Ben!

This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

There are few Alpha conquest stories that have been remarked upon with such awe BY ALPHAS like the Master Ben stories. Why is that? Well, I believe it’s due to the fact that Master Ben is courageously learning faggot ownership while on the job, methodically taking control of a faggot’s mind, body, and life. He’s brand new to it, but it fits him like a second skin. It’s incredible.

It’s been a few days since I last heard from Master Ben, but he returns with an earth-shattering update!

It’s been a few days since I last sent an update on the situation with my formerly reluctant faggot. I’m pleased to say that, almost a week on from our initial training session, the fag is now well and truly broken. No longer ‘the reluctant fag’ he will now be forever known as Faggot Dean, property of Master Ben.

Our evening training sessions have continued in much the same way as the first. Fag Dean now operates practically on instinct, he arrives precisely on time each night with an armful of food, sets out my meal and brings me my beer and then gets to work on whatever chores I’ve set for him via text before he arrives (usually in response to his adoring good morning text) all without me having to say a word. I’ve also trained him to strip as soon as he enters the house to rid him of any hesitancy he may have had about having his pathetic nub on display.

Once finished with his duties he quietly comes into the living room and takes his position kneeling at my feet whilst I finish eating/watching TV. Depending on how generous I’m feeling he sometimes gets my leftovers or gets to worship my feet as I relax as a reward for his obedience. We repeat our now daily ritual of getting him to admit his inferiority and submission to me. He now gladly and confidently admits to being my faggot and seems to crave the words “Good Boy” and “Good faggot”. Then I blow my load in him, usually a couple of times.

With each day that goes by the more we both grow into our newfound roles. Fag Dean now takes anything I throw at him without hesitation or complaint. No matter how often, how demanding or how rough…Fag Dean accepts his place. For me, I feel more powerful, and more comfortable with that power, with each passing day. I no longer feel the twinge of guilt I felt on the first few nights seeing how rough I’d fucked my fag. I think even I underestimated, in the beginning, the true extent of an Alpha’s power. I didn’t fully realise just how much control Alpha’s have over faggots and just how desperate and pathetic faggots can be when they find themselves at my our feet. It just feels right.

As the days have gone by and we’ve both started to explore the true extent of our respective natures I’ve been sure to make increasing use of Fag Dean, making new demands of him and challenging him to step up and prove just how much he wants to serve. On Saturday evening, after our training session, I had him clean my feet, balls and pits as I watched TV. That night I sent him home with my dirty laundry and told him I wanted it washed, dried, folded and back in my wardrobe/draws by 9am the next morning. Sunday morning Fag Dean arrived with my laundry completed, he then spent the full day cleaning my house, preparing me food and running errands for me before returning right on time for his evening training session.

Yesterday we both had the day off so I decided to take Fag Dean out to town and see how he’d behave when we weren’t alone, behind closed doors. I text him in the morning and told him to come straight over. As soon as he arrived I told him I needed to cum and he stripped down and I fucked load deep into his hole. I’d had a cheap butt plug delivered for Fag Dean and told him to plug his hole and keep my load inside him until we returned home. He clearly wasn’t expecting it and was uncomfortable with the idea of going out like that but didn’t protest. We drove into town and stopped at the ATM and I told him to get some money out for me to spend. He brought back £100. I spent the day shopping around with his money whilst he carried my bags. Curious to see how far I could push him I deliberately caught my shoelace so it came undone and told him to bend over and re-tie it, he did so, and then I told him to kiss my shoes 5 times each while he was down there. He was clearly uncomfortable with that level of submission in public (though it was only in a side street) and took a little convincing. I told him for I’d add another kiss for each shoe for every 5 seconds he delayed, that seemed to incentivise him. I praised him, stroked his head and told him he was a good boy. On the way back home I told him I was pleased with his progress and that he’d taken an important step in his training by serving in public for the first time.

Yesterday evening, we had the usual training session though the fag seemed to be far more affected by the fucking I gave him than he ever had before. It was going as normal, I was being very rough with him after being worked up all day and he was doing his best to keep quiet as I’d instructed him, but after a while his whimpers turned to moans and moans turned to screams. I told him to stop the noise but it was as though he was in a trance or something, just totally unresponsive though he was still conscious. I kept fucking him and then he started shaking, came and then went limp. His full body just gave in, he was just lying there quivering, holding on to me. He obviously wasn’t in any state to keep taking my cock so we sat there for a bit, covered in sweat and his cum until he came back to reality. It was totally bizarre, unlike any reaction I’ve ever had before.

Once he’d come around and regained his composure I told him to get cleaned up. He apologised for cumming before me and without permission and then took himself off to the bathroom to dry himself off. I told him I still needed to cum and then used his throat, he swallowed every drop. Then I told him he could spend the night on the couch, I honestly didn’t think he was fit to drive at that point. He curled up with my t-shirt and I went to bed.

Let’s stop there and isolate this. Do you see what happened??

MASTER BEN CUNTED HIS FIRST FAGGOT!

Cunting a faggot involves two critical steps … one physical, and one mental. Physically, an Alpha needs a sustained rut that penetrates the faggot’s second ring. But crucially, the Alpha needs to break down the faggot mentally and make it want to surrender to him. These things allow the faggot to open like a flower to the power of its Alpha, setting the stage for the faggot to be cunted.

I’m just so proud of Master Ben! He’s worked so hard with this reluctant faggot, and now he’s conquered it!

Let’s resume his story:

When I woke up this morning he had tidied the living room and made breakfast for me and thanked me for last night. He seemed different, as though previously his submission had been a conscious act whereas now it was more like he it was instinctual and unquestioning. I told him he’d impressed me over the last few days and that he deserved a reward so I gave him an old t-shirt I’d been using as a cum rag (covered in loads) and told him he could keep it. First thing he did was shove his face it it and sniff and then he thanked me again and asked if he had permission to leave as he was late for work. I told him he could go but to make sure he came by this evening at his usual time, he did his usual tasks but when it came to our nightly ritual of getting him to admit his faghood and new status as my property I told him I think we’ve reached a point where we no longer need that admission each night because we both knew and had accepted our respective roles in society. I explained that from now on I’d expect him SHOW me that he had accepted his role as my fag through his actions and service day to day rather than me having to ASK him. I told him to that my priorities were now his priorities and it was his responsibility to make himself useful and that, in doing so, he’d find a new level of fulfillment. He agreed and then I sent him home.

I’ve found the last few weeks to be transformative for Fag Dean but also for myself. A few weeks ago I had these urges and feelings that I’d don’t think I’d fully accepted. Now, after my experiences talking with you and in breaking my first fag, I feel exhilarated, I feel powerful and more confident and I want more.

In the same group chat as I first (virtually) met Fag Dean, we’re all gay guys. Another of the guys in the group has always been very flirtatious with me, we’ve chatted outside if the groupchat before and I know he’s also quite submissive. Up until now I’d just dismissed it as casual flirting but now, having experienced the last two weeks with Fag Dean, I know I’ve got another willing faggot ready to be claimed. Unlike Fag Dean who is lacking in confidence and was unsure if himself, this new boy strikes me as the exact opposite. He’s flirtatious, forward, playful and eager to please. I suspect he’ll be a bit of a brat and need taming in a totally different way to Fag Dean…but I do love a challenge.

The greatest Alphas are relentless hunters and cultivators of faggots, and Master Ben is proving himself to have that instinct as well!

Armed with the knowledge of this first experience, Master Ben will now be able to spot faggots everywhere he goes, and he will be able to take them and claim them!

But, for now, Master Ben completely owns the first faggot of the Kingdom of faggots to come!