Another Faggot Broken!

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!

I recently published a post detailing Master Ben’s clever test of his beta friend to see if this friend was actually a faggot-in-hiding. You can read that encounter and its outcome by CLICKING HERE.

At the end of that test, Master Ben still wasn’t entirely sure his friend was a faggot, but I was. There were simply too many signs in that encounter indicating a receptivity to Master Ben’s advances. So Master Ben proposed getting together with this unnamed friend again to really push the matter and find out the truth.

What follows might be the most astounding forced outing of a faggot I’ve ever heard.

So my faggot ex-friend came over last night.

The evening went well, he admitted, though he still hadn’t fully accepted, that he was a fag though I sense that he’s getting closer and closer to that breakthrough. He came over to my place after work, as instructed, and Jack welcomed him in. He came straight through and went to sit down in the chair across from me before I stopped him, clicked my fingers and pointed at my feet. He looked surprised, maybe even a little bit hurt, at the way I was treating him but I know that was just his pride being wounded and such reactions will soon pass once he’s accepted the change in our relationship. He started to protest, telling me what happened last time he was here was a ‘mistake’. I cut him off and told him to be quiet and get on his knees, he did so and then I simply said “Kiss them”. He looked reluctant but bent over and kissed one of my feet. “And the other one”….he did so, I told him “Again” and he kissed both of my feet for a second time, I made him do this five times in total, the same as I do with Fags Dean and Jack. When he was finished I said “Good boy” and asked him if he’d thought anymore about what had happened last time he came over to mine (when he ended up worshipping my feet and watching Jack swallow my load). He told me he had thought about it and that he’d had a good time but that he didn’t want me to think that made him a faggot like Dean and Jack. I told him it was too late for that and that I didn’t think he is a faggot…I know he is. He protested and said that I was ‘getting carried away with the whole alpha male thing’ (his words). I stood up grabbed him by his hair and turned his head to look over at where fag Jack was kneeling (Dean was working) and asked him what he saw. He mumbled and stumbled over his words so I told him to speak louder, he told me he saw a fag…”That’s right, now who owns that fag?” I asked him. “You do” came his reply. “Exactly”…I told him that I sensed the urge to submit in both Fag Jack and Fag Dean and now they both serve me as my owned faggots. I told him that I sensed the same urges within him and that I think he did too, he was just too proud to admit it.

He continued to insist that he was different from Fags Dean and Jack and that the fact he liked my feet didn’t make him a faggot. I told him I agreed that merely having a foot fetish is does not automatically make someone a fag but that his other behaviours and actions combined proved that he was. I confronted him about his behaviour at the bar when we were all discussing how to identify and use faggots, I pointed out how defensive he had gotten when discussing those topics, I reminded him of how he responded to me throughout the evening, letting me manhandle and touch him without questioning it, how he ended the night paying for and fetching my food and drinks. I told him that the fact he turned up at my house as I’d instructed him to in the bathroom of the bar, the fact that he was there at my feet right now letting me grab his hair and force his head without resistance all proves to me that he is a faggot. “Men do not let other men treat them this way, they push back and assert themselves…you simply comply as only faggots do” I told him. As I listed all of the signs I’d picked up on in his behaviour over the last couple of weeks it seemed to dawn on him more and more, you could see the look on his face change as he realised what he’d done and how easy it had been for me to get him to obey. I tilted his head upwards so he was looking me in the eye and said “You know I’m right, you just don’t want to admit it”. He didn’t respond, he just looked at me…I don’t think he knew what to say to be honest. 

I explained to him that I understood it was difficult for him to accept, I’d had the exact same thing with Fag Dean, but that being a faggot is something he should take pride and that he couldn’t go on pretending forever. I asked him how long he thought he could keep up the façade around the others, how long he was willing to sit there in silence, uncomfortable and ashamed instead of accepting himself for the faggot he is and living a happier, more fulfilled and honest existence. It was obviously hard for him, he didn’t cry but I could see he wanted to. He told me that if he admitted to being a fag the others would no longer want anything to do with him and he wasn’t prepared to lose all of his friends, so I told him that we could keep things between us for the time being (until he had adjusted) and that if he chose to submit to me I would make sure he was well treated by the others and he’d be gaining a relationship with me that was far closer and deeper than simple friendship, I made clear that he would be able to rely on Jack and Dean for guidance and support and that we’d tell the others when the time was right and he was under my protection. He was still quite shocked and overwhelmed at what we were discussing, I can’t say I blame him, this is a massive change for him that is coming on very quickly. I told him that, although it was difficult for him to accept, deep down he knew what I was saying was true and that he wanted this…otherwise he would have got up and challenged me or walked out long before now. I felt like he needed some encouragement so pulled down my joggers, pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff up…he seemed happy to stay there, inhaling my scent, until I pulled him away and asked “You like that don’t you, fag”. He nodded and I pulled him in for another sniff, encouraging him to let go and just give in to his urges. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me in closer and pressed his face into my bulge. Bingo! Inhibitions lowered…

I pulled him away from sniffing my bulge and told him I wanted him to get undressed. He was uncertain but did as he was asked, taking his top and trousers off, I had to tell him to remove his underwear which he’d tried to leave on. I could see that his cock (if you could call it that) was hard already. I was surprised at how small his dick was, both Fags Dean and Jack are at least average (Jack maybe a little over), but this new fag’s package is genuinely pathetic, I almost felt sorry for it…thinking back to all the times he’d bragged and boasted about his sex life and ‘equipment’ over the years only to be faced with the underwhelming reality that he is quite literally endowed with a clit rather than a cock. I told him to get back down on his knees after undressing, I told him he could worship my bulge and he began to rub, sniff and kiss it. As I got hard I told him to open his mouth and prepare to take my load, I knew he’d done this before (many many times) so I was expecting great things, and then I told him to get to work. I have to say, for someone who was so insistent they weren’t a faggot he certainly knew how to service a cock. He continued to suck me off, paying attention to my balls and using his spare hand to worship my body, he was very gentle and tender which was nice to begin with… after a while I took hold of the back of his head and forced him to take my whole dick in his throat and held him there letting him gag. I let him go when he started to tap out and told him to get straight back to sucking only now I was being more forceful with him, actively thrusting into his face enjoying the feeling of him gagging on my cock. I noticed he’d started to stroke his clit so I pulled his head back and told him to stop and keep his hands behind his back while I finished using his mouth. I face-fucked him hard until I shot my load down his throat and then made him clean the excess spit and cum off my cock. Once we were done I told him to stand up, place my hand on the back of his neck and walked him out into the hallway where I have a full-length mirror. I pushed him down to his knees, facing the mirror, stood behind him and asked him “What do you see?”. “Me and you?” he mumbled….”Wrong answer. You see a fag with his new master, don’t you faggot?”. He nodded and said “Yes”. I replied “Yes, WHAT”…”Yes, Sir” came the response so we went through that a few more times, getting him to admit to being my faggot and getting him used to addressing me as ‘Sir’ rather than by my first name as he used to. I told him he was a good boy and that he’d taken an important first step in his journey into accepting his faggot nature and then told him to get dressed and leave, telling him we’d speak the next day. 

This morning I got a text from him (still addressing me a ‘Sir’) saying he was feeling very confused about what had happened last night and how he was feeling. I told him that those feelings were completely normal and that I and my fags would be there to help guide him through it and help him to make sense of these feelings. I’m thinking about arranging for him and Fags Dean and Jack to spend some time together without me there, it seemed to work well for Dean and helped him to make some big steps forward having a more experienced and confident fag to talk to so hopefully it will be the same in this instance. Of course, I’ll also be having a few more sessions with him similar to the one last night before I officially claim and cunt him but I have a feeling he’s well on his way to accepting his faggot urges.

This ex-friend came over to Master Ben’s house unaware that Master Ben had laid a perfect, inescapable trap for it. The way Master Ben confronted his ex-friend about the “tell” of its past behaviors, the way Master Ben forced the ex-friend to look at itself in the mirror and loudly and repeatedly admit its faghood … incredibly powerful training methods used to corner a faggot-in-hiding and force it to confront its truth!

And while I understand that some might consider this a cruel thing to do, in reality Master Ben is doing something more Alphas should be doing – setting faggots free by giving these faggots purpose and the permission to live that truth.

A faggot cannot truly be free until it is owned by a Man.

Despite having a friendship for many years, that friendship is now over (hence Master Ben referring to it as “ex-friend”). The ex-friend has now been transformed into Master Ben’s third owned faggot!

Through sheer force of Alpha will and incredible insight, Master Ben has rapidly assembled an intriguing stable of faggot slaves! The faggots have been a battle to obtain, with each one resisting control and their own needs like a wild horse. But Master Ben, like a master cowboy, has broken each one with unparalleled skill.

It’s Nature. It’s the way things are meant to be.