Hi there. I hope I’m not asking questions that have been answered elsewhere. I’m a 29 year old fag who is married to a great guy who treats me well. We met when we were 19, so we’ve been together a very long time, and we love each other a lot. However, I’ve always had this feeling that something is missing in our relationship. I’ve always wanted to be dominated, to be subservient, to hand over control and decisions to someone. I thought it was just a kink, that I was a submissive bottom, and that my husband dominating me in the bedroom once in a while would satisfy those desires. My husband, an enthusiastic top, and even a little dominant, happily obliged. But always at my urging. And always stopping just short of where I wanted him to go, always cautious and never pushing my limits. He bought me a chastity cage, but he doesn’t order me to wear it and doesn’t hold me accountable when I fail to, so I’m essentially self-locked. And the domination always stops when we leave the bedroom. Over the years it has become clear to me that my husband is definitely kinky, and willing to explore my sexual fantasies, but at the end of the day will always view me as an equal. But I’ve also come to the realization that I am a faggot at heart. I don’t want to be equal. I want to be made to submit, to be told when and how to serve, to make a superior Alpha man happy with my submission. I’ve talked to my husband about this. We’ve had an open relationship since the beginning, and he’s been willing to let me explore these feelings both with him and other men. It’s been difficult though. My husband continues to wait for me to ask to be dominated before taking control. I’ve had a couple encounters with Alpha men who have used me, and those experiences have been incredible and I crave more. But I feel limited in how well and often I can serve due to my relationship, and thus somewhat unfulfilled. I know I could be a good faggot if simply allowed to. I don’t want to be a faggot just occasionally on the weekends. I want to grow into my potential.  I guess I’m looking for advice. How can I explain to my husband that this is more than just a kink? Is it possible that by treating my man more like an Alpha, he may grow into the role? Or that I might find an Alpha or Alphas who can fit into our existing relationship dynamic? I love my husband and I want to be with him. But I know I won’t be truly happy if I don’t become the best faggot I can be. Thank you for reading. I’ll appreciate hearing any thoughts you might have on this. <3

This is a VERY common issue with gay couples. It’s a frustrating one because the established relationship (and the roles in it) acts as another barrier to fulfillment for whichever member needs something different, 
 
Fortunately, a faggot can appeal to a Top much easier than an Alpha might appeal to a bottom, if that makes any sense. As you’ve said, your Top boyfriend has already expressed some amount of dominance toward you. The chastity cage raised my eyebrows, too. So clearly, your Top boyfriend has some interests in dominating you. 
 
However, I think he’s pulling back on it because he thinks of this as a “kink” instead of a very real need you have to serve. This is also a very common problem with Tops – they cannot wrap their minds around the fact that their bottom actually needs to be OWNED and USED like property. But that is exactly what faggots crave, and why we are born. 
 
You need to break through to your boyfriend. I mean seriously, start calling him “Sir” all the time, start sitting at his feet, stop eating at the table with him, ask his permission when you leave the room, start serving him all the time on every occasion. He doesn’t open his own doors anymore, etc. Really lean into being his FAGGOT in all aspects, and see how he reacts. This will either trigger his Alpha instincts (if he has them), or it will upset him. At least then you’ll know. 

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You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

People are constantly trying to convince me that straight guys don’t use faggots. Unfortunately for them, the evidence in my own life, as well as the evidence of videos like the one above, prove them to be completely wrong.

Either straight guys are using gays and faggots as much as I’m saying, or there are A LOT more gay males out there than the “six/seven percent of the population” number we’ve been told all of these years. Take your pick.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.

Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.

It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.

But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.

I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.

Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.

We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.

Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.

I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.

Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.

I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!

But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.

Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.

It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.

I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?

I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.

Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.

Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!

One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.

Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.

You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!

But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.

Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:

Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.

Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!

That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.

And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Aaron is quite intent on breaking down the barriers within his little faggot Shawn. No matter how Shawn has resisted, Master Aaron finds a way to adjust training in order to get into its head.

You know, just like an experienced Master would!

This was a hot little bit of training Master Aaron passed along to me that really emphasizes where Shawn’s mind is right now.

The faggot continues to impress me with what it can take. Had a couple of friends over last night to use its mouth and throat. We put the fag in wrist/thigh restraints and mitts, used an o-ring gag for a while, and we just let loose and fucked its throat. Dragged it around, used its head like a fleshlight. The fag struggled with it a little at times, but never stopped, never gave up. It was a mess of cum, tears, salvia and slime by the time we were done.

Went for a quick drink with our friends afterwards, and left the faggot in restraints. By the time we came back it had positioned itself near the door with its cunt on display, ready to be fucked. Nice greeting. Master Michael fucked it while it kissed my feet.

Word has started to get around about the faggot, and who he is, and we’ve started to get cash offers to use it. It needs more training before we go there, though – some of the offers are from people with very particular tastes. And we’re not going to let just anyone use it!

Fortunately, Shawn passed with flying colors by getting into the bitch position at the door to greet its Masters upon arrival. THAT is how it’s done!

Notice the little test Master Aaron employed here? Leave the faggot alone in restraints and see how it reacts.

Master Aaron’s intelligence and dominance are huge turn-ons for me. Apex Alphas like him and Master Michael are the real deal, Men who are carefully changing lives through applied use of their power.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I posted the recent article about Master Aaron’s plan to break his faggot Shawn’s resistance to submit, I pulled back on my commentary. I’ve received so much hate for my stance on rough use/rape of faggots over the last year that I hesitated to say what I really thought – that Master Aaron needed to forcefully take Shawn. I didn’t want to hear catcalls about being a fag rape advocate.

But fortunately a faggot named Brandt provided a perfect example of what I was thinking.

I can relate to what you think Shawn is going through. I was in a long relationship that did not have a clear Alpha or Faggot. The reasons it fell apart were many but afterwards I had time to think. I knew I was a faggot but I wasn’t quite ready to embrace being a Faggot.

I started getting close to a man I respected a great deal. After a while, he told me he was an Alpha and he thought I would make a good Faggot for him. How he described the training he would give me was like what I had always dreamed of. Cocksucking, proper bottom etiquette, obedience, total acceptance of him as my Alpha and myself as his sub Faggot, etc. I agreed, and the training was incredible. I exceeded his expectations, but privately I was looking at it more as fun and games. I had a hard time accepting that I really was all these “unmanly” things he was training me to be.

I started feeling like I couldn’t be a man and a Faggot, and I started to rebel, talk back, and fight. Finally he had had enough, and called me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. He said he was giving me one last chance to show him I was serious about serving him, or he was going to cut me loose.

He told me to get on the bed, then he overpowered me and raped me. Held me down and pounded my throat and my ass, over and over. When he was done I was covered in sweat and his cum, and he said, “Faggot, you want more?” Without a second thought I said, “Yes.” He said, “Good. No more questions about who the Alpha is and who the Faggot is, got it? Now get over here and suck my cock.”

Eight years later I’m still his Faggot, and more of a faggot than ever. I realized how comfortable I was with everything I did for him, and I was still a man no matter what. I was man enough to serve my Alpha and make him very happy, and I was very happy doing it, and that’s what was important. I didn’t have to answer to anyone else’s definition of a man. I am finally my authentic self.

Maybe just be honest with Shawn and tell him your thoughts as you wrote them here. I’d guess you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in his head. Let him know you want to make sure being your Faggot is what he truly wants, that you don’t want to invest so much in him if he thinks it’s all a game.

He sounds like a good Faggot, he just needs to give himself permission to be one.

This is perfect advice. The example Brandt uses from his own life is proof that faggots need to be shaped by rough, aggressive use and training. This is especially vital when a faggot is fighting the training it receives.

Sometimes a faggot needs to be slapped awake and to attention. It’s shocking that even some military Alphas don’t recognize that basic truth.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.

And it appears their work is paying off.

I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.

Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.

I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.

Those are all great things to hear!

However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?

Of course!

Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.

Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well. 

Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.

But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!

Should be interesting!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.

But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:

Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.

His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.

We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.

He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.

Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.

So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.

In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for.  He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.

When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).

When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.

That was a fun day.

We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.

My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”

First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.

Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.

But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.

It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:

I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts. 

On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.

His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.

But there is an issue. 

My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight. 

Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.

So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.

And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.

Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.

There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’.
He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is. 

And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.

I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.

But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.

And that’s not good enough for me.

My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is.
So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.

I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.

Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.

As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.

My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.

I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.

Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.

I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.

They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:

He’s definitely a faggot.

We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.

Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.

I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.

Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.

I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.

But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.

So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.

I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.

I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.

Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.

Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.

But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.

But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.

We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.

Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.

While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.

I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.

He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.

Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.

Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.

What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!

From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:

Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.

A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.

Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.

The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.

I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:

You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it. 

I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation. 

It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.

After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:

A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.

I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her. 

The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.

I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!

There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.

It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.

I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.

It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.

You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.

So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:

I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.

First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.

Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.

Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.

But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.

You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!

And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.

Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.

I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:

The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route. 

I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.

There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You might recall the incredible introductory post about how Shawn, a faggot from Great Britain, took my advice and reconnected with an Alpha he failed to serve years ago. At the end of that post, Shawn indicated that this Alpha had made arrangements for an Alpha couple to meet up with Shawn.

Alpha couples are something of a rarity in both the gay world and (especially) in Alphas who recognize Hierarchy. I don’t know why that is, honestly. After all, why wouldn’t a gay Alpha be attracted to another superior gay Alpha? However, in my experience these kinds of couplings are the exception rather than the norm.

But this I do know about Alpha couples – they act very much like Alpha packs when it comes to owning and using faggots!

The latest extraordinary piece of evidence of this comes from Shawn’s stunning experience from meeting this Alpha couple this past weekend. I’ll let you listen to him tell it:

So yeah it was the two guys I told you about in the other email. They had said they wanted to meet for a drink again. I almost put it off because I have some work stuff to take care of, but I remembered that I should put them first and I want to impress so I said sure.

We went to a bar in a hotel in the West End. The hotel is the Saint Martin’s Lane Hotel. It’s pretty nice. I’ve stayed there before I moved to London and it’s where my first master, Nathan, met with me and raped me. It’s a popular bar and a pretty nice hotel so I didn’t realise at first that they knew about my history there. So we went for a drink and talked a little bit, they asked more about my life generally. I kept expecting them to send me to the restroom to do stuff but they didn’t. They got me to talk dirty a little bit and say that I wanted cock and cum, and they made me say it when people might hear but it was a loud bar and I don’t think anyone did.

Then they said they had booked a room in the hotel and we were going to go upstairs. When we got into it I was a bit shocked to be honest. It wasn’t the same room I’d been raped in but all the rooms there have a similar vibe and it took me back a little bit. Then they got me to talk about what happened before and they got me to describe it. I was a bit shocked by that and I started to get upset at first. Then they told me to start to strip down and keep talking about it. It was really difficult for me but I started to think about it happening to someone else and it made it easier to do.

They got me to suck them both and made me say my name while I had cock in my mouth. Then while I was sucking Aaron, Michael crouched down and called me a faggot and told me to call myself a faggot and he spat in my face while I was sucking. Then he made me suck him. They grabbed my hair and pulled me from cock to cock and held me on cock and made me choke. I was almost crying.

Then they got me to get onto the bed and spread my ass cheeks so they could inspect me, and then they made me beg to be fucked. They made me say it over and over again and say I am a faggot and they made me shout it. They made me shout my name and say i was nothing but a faggot and beg for cock and then i started crying.

Then they fucked me. They took turns with me on the bed at first and then got me onto this footstool on my back and then just got me to bend over the side of an armchair and Aaron pulled my head back and made me watch myself in the mirror while they fucked me. they made me beg for cum again and while i was doing that i started to cry again and then started to really sob. Michael told me to let it all out and i did. They kept fucking me and it felt like it took forever and at some point i sort of zoned out and i just got really calm and i started saying ‘fuck me’ and begged them to use me and i really meant it. They came in me. Michael came first and then he watched Aaron fuck me. While he was watching he called room service and ordered some stuff.

When Aaron had cum in me they put on robes and told me to stay naked on the bed. They told me that when room service was delivered i had to stay there on show. When the waiter came he saw me and tried to avoid eye contact, but i stayed there like i was told. After he left Michael said that next time they would expect me to tell the waiter what had been done to me.

After that we talked a little bit more and i was little bit out of it. They asked if i could stay the night in the room but i wasn’t sure and they said it was okay and i could leave, but they wanted me to leave my underwear, socks and t-shirt and just wear my jeans, jacket and trainers home. so i did. i crashed as soon as i got home then woke up at like 4am and just felt so horny and jerked off at the window hoping someone might see me.

And anyway that’s what happened!

That’s one hell of an experience! I can understand why he was so zoned out after being cunted and broken down this way!

But you can see here how this Alpha couple act just like an Alpha pack with a faggot. There is fraternal one-upsmanship happening here, a sort of competition between Alphas over who can break the faggot more thoroughly. The cruelty of Alpha packs is evident in this experience, too, as this Alpha couple used Shawn’s rape to break him down and make him more useful to them.

And Shawn’s reaction to it all is notable – he woke up in the middle of the night starving for more and masturbating over the previous night’s experience.

I’ve said it a billion times here – Alpha must use faggots very aggressively – almost cruelly, brutally – in order to release the faggot from its shell and free it to become what it was born to be. This Alpha couple knew the truth, and skillfully used their power to free Shawn.

And Shawn is more beautiful and peaceful today because of it.

Hierarchy Is Truth!

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’ve been recently thinking about revising my Hierarchy pyramid again to address some things I see within the faggot strata of Hierarchy. This has been pushed along by conversations I’ve had with a couple of knowledgeable people, Alpha and faggot, that convince me I’m over-simplifying faggots and overemphasizing objects.

But then, like manna from Heaven, came a brilliant email from my beloved Master Ben. I published part of this email in my update on him a few days ago. I held off this special section for this breakdown today.

Let me start with what he wrote on the subject of faggot Hierarchy using the examples of his three primary faggots:

Over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about my current stable of faggots and my need to conquer and own even more. I’ve realised that it’s just not sustainable or desirable for me to devote the amount of time, effort and concern I have this far to all my fags and any new faggots that come into my ownership. At a basic level, every faggot I own has/will have value to me and I will fall under my care but the longer I spend observing and training fags the more I realise that all faggots are not created equal. Rather like the hierarchy pyramid you have pinned on your site, I believe there is a hierarchy amongst faggots. Of course, in the faggot hierarchy I’m talking about the level of submission, skill and self acceptance each faggot attains rather than the dominance and power reflected in the Alpha hierarchy.

The way I see it, some faggots have an innate inner knowledge of what it is to submit, serve and obey. These fags fully embrace their faggot nature, take pride in their subservience and willingly give their entire existence over to their Alpha. They need little training and have perfect instincts when it comes to pleasing, serving and anticipating the needs of Alphas. My beautiful boy Jack is the prime example of such a faggot.

Then there are fags that feel the urge to submit and serve, they need to be tamed, guided and controlled by Alphas, but they lack the ability or willingness to give themselves over to those urges completely without first being broken in by an Alpha. Once broken in these faggots take pride in their faggot nature, see their value to Alphas and seek to improve. Calum is a good example of this. Initially resistant and fighting his nature, Calum had to be broken in, guided and disciplined as necessary before finally accepting his place and giving himself over to me fully. Though Calum is just as loyal and obedient as Jack, he lacks Jack’s level of instincts when it comes to understanding how to please and preempt an Alpha’s needs instead requiring regular guiding and instruction.

Then we have the faggots that know from day one that they are inferior, they know they’re destined to be owned and used by superior men (sometimes giving in to those urges and sometimes fighting them) but fail to embrace and take pride in their nature. These faggots are simply unable to see themselves as anything more than worthless slaves, despite an Alpha’s encouragement or guidance these faggots doom themselves to a life of self-imposed mediocrity, never taking pride in their nature as the servants of Alpha men and require constant direction from their Alphas or more confident fags. It saddens me to say, Dean is one such faggot. Despite my best efforts, and the efforts of his faggot brothers, Dean refuses to see himself and his faggot nature as something to be proud of and have confidence in. He thrives on humiliation and degradation and accepts his place at the very bottom of the food chain.

The first two categories of fag who have agency and take pride in their nature. The third category of faggots are more akin to pets, seeing themselves as mere slaves, with no instincts (other than a base need to submit) or agency, requiring constant instruction.

These observations are not the result of a conscious strategy on my part to classify and rank the fags that serve me. Quite the opposite, I began this journey naively thinking all faggots would operate in essentially the same way and require and deserve an equal amount of my time, effort and attention. Clearly that was a misconception on my part. Over the past few months, these are the three categories I’ve noted my faggots have fallen into naturally and so that is the basis upon which I will proceed. Although it is the responsibility of any Alpha to ensure his fags are cared for and are guided towards being the best faggot they can be it’s clear than, as with Alphas, some faggots have more potential and are destined for greater things than others. From now on, with my current fags and new fags, the amount of time, energy and effort I put into each fag will be determined by their ability to demonstrate their value to me. Aside from the initial period under my ownership where I fully expect most faggots to need breaking in and training, I won’t be devoting my time and energy to trying to improve faggots that have no desire/ability to improve themselves. Instead those fags will be charged with the most menial tasks and will be treat accordingly until such a time as they can prove their value to me has increased.

That may sound cruel or harsh but, frankly, I don’t care. I have all the time in the world to spend on training and guiding faggots that I take ownership of as long as I can see they have a desire to learn and improve. If not, then I won’t waste my valuable time on a fag that has no desire to grow. I told my faggots as much a few weeks ago and I came as no surprise to any of them, I think they all knew that, even amongst themselves, there was a hierarchy forming. Dean’s reaction in particular only confirmed my suspicions, rather than being hurt or upset by my assessment of him and his relegation to bottom of the pile he actually seemed relieved and seems much more comfortable in his new reduced status.

I think Master Ben’s idea of faggot Hierarchy based on acceptance and performance is very interesting, although I’m not sure if faggots assemble themselves in that Hierarchy or if Alphas make that call.

I am thinking of altering the two bottom layers of my pyramid into something like “actualized faggots” in the blue section and “unactualized faggots” in the purple section (need a better name for them).

In this new revision, I’d be eliminating “objects” as a separate section (since I consider it to be a kink) and lumping objects in with faggots like Dean who do not fully embrace their purpose but just want to be used.

This is my thought process going forward. Any feedback would be appreciated!

Thank you to Master Ben for his brilliance and vision!

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!

This website is now home to at least four young (18-24 years old) God Alphas from different parts of the world that I have been covering for months now. At least three of them discovered the service and worship of faggots directly from this site, and the knowledge they gained here has not only transformed their lives, but also the lives of the faggots they have come to own.

All of their stories are unique in their own way, but all of them share one quality: a need to take complete ownership of a Kingdom of faggots and ascend to Godhood.

Nobody has outpaced Master Ben in this pursuit so far. He’s taken ownership of at least three faggots and continues to seek more. But, as we will see in this update, he’s used his access to wealth to start laying the foundation for true supremacy.

I’ve moved out of my old place (rented) and bought my first house. I have very big plans for this place going forwards. It’s much bigger than my old place, spread across three floors plus a large basement, and is ideal for my needs (for now). 

The top floor is currently being converted into my Master Suite complete with a much bigger master bedroom than my old place, a full sized bathroom (not a crappy, shoebox sized en suite) and dressing room. As I’ve discussed before, my interests go far beyond ‘vanilla’ sex so there’s also a separate ‘play’ room specifically for my more… adventurous interests. 

The middle floor is spare bedrooms and my office, and the ground floor is the standard living room/kitchen/garden etc… I’m also in the process of converting the basement from what is essentially a concrete cellar into a habitable space with the intention of creating small rooms and a bathroom for future live in faggots. 

I’ve already discussed the possibility of Dean and Calum joining Jack as my live in fags and both of them were enthusiastic about the idea. I told them that if they were to become my live in fags they’d need to hand over access to their bank accounts and let me manage the money for the house. 

I have a similar arrangement with Jack where I have full access to his bank accounts and manage all of his expenses. I transfer his portion of the rent (now mortgage) out of his bank each month and the majority of my non-essential purchases during the month come out of his account/on his card. I know exactly how much he makes, what his expenses are and basically have free reign of his disposable income (all with his consent, of course) whilst ensuring his non-negotiable expenses are all met in full. When Jack first raised the prospect of giving me full control of his finances he told me he wanted me to have full access to his accounts to be able to spend as I saw fit as he knew he’d always be looked after and it would mean he wouldn’t need to think about the financial side of things and could focus entirely on his service. 

Dean said he had no issues with handing over access to his accounts but Calum was more wary. I explained that initially, it would simply be a case of me having passwords/access and only transfering money relating to the household bills. I wouldn’t be changing passwords, locking people out of accounts etc… I explained that the arrangement I had with Jack wouldn’t be the same (at least initially) as the arrangements I would have with them. Over time I’d take more and more control as trust grew. Obviously, fags giving full access to their bank accounts is a much bigger step than simply having them hand over money at ATMs or paying for my food/purchases. I made sure they understood that I knew it was a big step and that nothing would happen without their prior knowledge until they were comfortable enough, as Jack now is, to let me take full control of their finances. Once I’d explained how I wanted it to work, progressing from simple access through to full control over time, Calum agreed as long as any changes would be discussed in advance. 

I’m not sure of exact timings (renovations + the fags current arrangements regarding their tenancies etc…) but it’s now pretty much agreed that in the near(ish) future all three primary fags will be live ins with their own area in the basement with me controlling the household finances initially and, probably, progressing to total control of their accounts. I think we’re all very excited about this new development, once they’re moved in and I’ve got the money side set up they will finally be fully owned by me…mind, body, accommodation and finances. 

Once I’d got all of mine and Jack’s things moved in to the new place, we had a big house warming party with family and friends. In the evening when family had gone home it was just me, my mates and the fags left. I’d invited Lewis and Matt along too, Joe couldn’t make it, so 5 out of my 6 main fags were there with me and my mates. We ended up going out together as a big group. We were all a bit drunk by that point and I’d told the fags that they could have some fun and told my mates they were fair game if they wanted it (mainly after seeing some of my mates eying them up day). 

We ended up going back the now infamous club where I’d found Matt and Lewis and where I’d had that amazing night weeks ago. It was another pretty awesome night, my and the lads were sat in our booth with the fags buying/serving our drinks, worshipping and making out for us etc… I’d told the fags and my mates that, for one night only, they could make use of each other how they pleased. The only rule was Jack was out of bounds, I don’t mind sharing most of my fags every now and then but Jack is mine and mine alone. Over the course of the night most of my mates had gotten a taste of at least one of the fags (usually more) and I’m sure the fags had gotten their fill of attention, I saw plenty of not so subtle trips to the bathroom/outdoor smoking areas etc…

As usual Jack managed to exceed expectations. He kept me in ecstasy all night, with his hands and tongue all over me, teasing and worshiping in full view of the club without even a hint of embarrassment or self-consciousness. I’d had my eye on one of the guys at the bar all night, he didn’t look like a stereotypical fag being tall, quite muscular, nice beard etc…and I would have quite happily fucked him fag or not. At some point, Jack must have seem me watching him at the bar and excused himself to go and get us some more drinks. When he came back, not only had he brought another round with him he’d brought me the guy I’d been eying up from the bar and introduced me as his Master, pointing out and introducing the other fags and mates in my entourage. 

Jack had literally brought me a new hole to fuck, so thoughtful. The guy introduced himself as Connor and started asking questions about the fags, how it worked, where I’d met them etc… Something about the way he was asking didn’t sit right, when straight guys or other (as yet uninitiated) Alphas ask these questions there’s an excitement and curiousity about them. In this case, he was more nervous and unsure than anything else. We kept the conversation going for a while, he offered to buy me a few drinks and then I just straight up asked him if he was interested in joining in the fun. He was definitely shocked by my directness but he didn’t push back or deny etc…very telling. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in and kissed him. 

He was very passive, clearly he was enjoying himself be he let me take the lead. I broke off the kiss and stood up, boner raging right in his eye line, and told him to follow me. I headed for the exit, he didn’t follow immediately but I knew he’d come. A few minutes later he emerged from the club and joined me in the smoking area and I led him round the back of the club to an ally, pulled out my cock and told him to get on his knees. I’d barely finished my sentence and he had his lips around my dick, I let him take it slow for a while and just leaned back against the wall and enjoyed. After a bit, I decided to pick up the pace and took hold of his hair and began to thrust into his throat. Clearly he was no stranger to taking dick because he barely gagged and took my whole cock without much persuading. Eventually I bust my load, most of it down his throat but a few drops were left on his lips/chin. He went to wipe it away but I grabbed his face by the cheeks and said ‘Don’t you dare…’

I made him follow me back into the club, my cum still decorating his face and took him back to the booth. We stayed for a while longer before we all decided to head home, we were all wasted by that point so we called a couple of taxis and we all just went back to my place, Connor included. Most of them crashed in the living room but I took Jack and Connor upstairs with me. I told Connor he could go get cleaned up in one of the bathrooms, Jack ended up on the bed with me getting his reward for an excellent nights service. When Connor came back Jack had stripped and was kissing and licking his way up my body while I stroked my cock. I gestured for Connor to come over and join in. It was almost comical seeing the two of them, side by side, worshiping me as Jack is this delicious little twink and Connor is a much bigger, more muscled Rugby lad build. Eventually, Jack ended up straddling me, riding my dick, and Connor was at the bottom of the bed with his tongue all over my feet. Once I’d nutted in Jack he climbed off me and I told Connor to clean us both up, he locked Jack’s hole clean before doing the same for my cock. The next thing I remember is waking up the in the morning, Jack snuggled up next to me on one side and Connor on the other side with my arm wrapped around him. 

Since then, Connor has become my newest owned fag. Despite his outward appearance, his size etc…he really is like an eager little puppy. So obedient and eager to please. Of course, I stuck with my tried an true method of breaking in/training faggots that I’ve used on all the others. Though, if I’m honest, Connor didn’t really need broken in he was a lot like Jack in the first few days in that he didn’t need broken or to be forced to acknowledge what he is…he already knew and was more than happy to admit ‘I am a faggot, Sir’ when asked. As usual, we repeated those initial training sessions a clue if times (when we were sober) but I didn’t see any need to prolong them as much as I did for Dean and Calum. So far, Connor has proven to be a worthy addition to my growing collection of faggots and he seems to have fit in well with the others (despite their obvious difference at face value). 

So yeah, a bit of an insight into the last few weeks. Too much has happened to really go into every little detail/interaction but suffice to say I’m very pleased with the things are progressing. 

First of all, the veritable three-story castle that Master Ben has purchased as his first home sounds mind-blowing, the perfect setting for his growing Kingdom of faggots. Previously, Master Ben only really had room for his primary faggot Jack. Now he has FLOORS that can hold multiple faggots that he can train into a perfect army under his complete control!

But then you read that account at the bar, and you again realize Master Ben’s true power. You might remember a very similar experience at the same bar a month or two ago, but this was an even more impressive display of God Alpha power. Here, Master Ben was even bending straight Men into positions of awe and worship! In the mob world, you can always spot the Godfather in the epicenter of a throng of adoring worshipers. That’s Master Ben these days, and even straight Alphas recognize this kind of overwhelming power.

I really want Alphas out there to think about Master Ben’s example, and then look inward. Alphas have access to unlimited power and the potential for realities where lesser Men have only dreams. Master Ben wants everything because he knows he deserves everything. There are no limits with him.

In mere months, so much has changed with Master Ben that he’s almost unrecognizable! And the best part: he is a young God Alpha with DECADES ahead of him! It is the absolute fulfillment of Hierarchical Truth!

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!

In a few short months Master Ben has assembled a small Kingdom of faggots to serve him. He owns six faggots, a pretty staggering number considering everything he’s been doing. A couple of the faggots are problematic, but his three primary faggots – Jack, Dean, and Calum – are exceptional.

Jack in particular is outstanding, submissive and service-oriented, but also intelligent and sweetly thoughtful. These qualities made Jack a natural as Master Ben’s first live-in faggot. When Master Ben made that decision, my heart soared. It was another one of Master Ben’s wiser moves.

Jack is so smart and socially agile that he slips into most situations with seemingly little effort or attention. That’s a good thing, because Master Ben likes to take his faggots out in public often.

Or over to his parent’s house.

Yes, Master Ben needed to visit his family, so he decided to take his house faggot Jack along! My wonderful brother dashed off a letter to me to breathlessly detail the experience:

I’m sorry I have not written for a while but I just had to tell you about what happened this weekend!

First of all, Master is back at work today for the first time since the terrible news about his brother. While I’m glad Master is feeling better and is getting back to his life and achieving his goals I can’t help myself from feeling a little disappointed knowing that we won’t have as much time to spend together during the day.

Anyway, because today is Master’s first day back at work he decided to go back home and visit with his parents over the weekend seeing as he’ll be very busy once work starts again and he won’t have time to visit very often over the next few months. Master had told us at the beginning of last week that he would be away for the weekend at his parents place and that once we had completed our duties around the house (cleaning/laundry etc…) we could have the weekend off.

On Friday night after Calum had left Master’s house and it was just me left, I ordered some food in for him and he let me play with his feet while he ate and watched TV. After he had finished his food, Master told ordered me to take care of his magnificent cock and so I did. Master loves it when I pay attention to his balls, especially when I put them in my mouth and suck on them, I love to hear Master moan and see him totally relaxed as I take care of him. After a little while of me worshipping his beautiful cock and big balls his took hold of my hair, made me look up at him and asked “You wanna get fucked boy?”. Of course I said “Yes, Sir”. Master got to his feet and picked me up as though I weighed nothing, he’s so strong, and carried me over his shoulder to his bedroom before throwing me on the bed.

He told me to get into position so I turned over onto my stomach, head down, back arched and ass up. Master loves to tease and compliment me. Talking about how pretty my hole is as he uses his fingers or the tip of his cock to tease it and asking me things like “Who owns this hole/Who does this pussy belong to?” even though he already knows that everything I am and have belongs to him always. Pretty soon Master was fucking me hard, when Master is turned on he’s like an unstoppable force, his grunts and growls alone make my dick leak but I never ever touch myself. I know that if he chooses to allow me to cum Master can fuck the load out of me himself with no need for me to touch. Master also loves to pull me close and talk in my ear while he fucks me, usually with on arm around my stomach and his other hand around my neck, holding me tight. Despite Master’s aggression and power I’ve never felt safer than when he holds me like this. After that point I don’t really remember much, I think I must have passed out or fell into a trance because the next thing I remember is being curled up next to Master in bed with his arm around me and my head on his chest.

When Master realised that I had come round after being fucked he kissed me on the head and told me I’d done well. We lay there and he stroked my hair whilst I kissed and played with his nipples. After a while, I told him that I was going to miss being with him over the weekend whilst he was away. Master laughed and kissed my forehead again and said “Well then you should come with me…”. I was so excited it felt like my stomach was doing back flips. I asked if he meant it and whether his parents would be ok with me staying for the weekend. He told me of course he meant it, that I am his boy and that his parents wouldn’t mind me staying once they knew how important I am to him. I thanked Master over and over again for allowing me to go with him and told him I’d be on my best behaviour. “You always are” came his response, he said his parents sort of knew but didn’t fully understand that he owns fags and that I didn’t need to hide it from them, just be respectful.

The next morning I got up early and made Master his breakfast, as usual, and brought it to him in bed. I made pancakes with syrup and fresh fruit with some cereal, orange juice and tea. Master doesn’t always eat everything but I make sure he always has choice so that he can have whatever he feels like that day. He enjoyed his breakfast and fed me some of the fruit and pancakes, Master is very generous is you’re well behaved, and let me lick up the syrup that had dripped on his chest. He told me to go and get showered whilst he did the same and be ready to leave to go to his parents by 10am.

When I got back from showering, I asked Master if I should clear up the breakfast stuff but he told me to leave it for Dean and Calum to sort out when they arrived to take care of their usual tasks around the house. Instead he lead me to the spare bedroom (technically Master allowed me to have this room as my own when he invited me to be his live in faggot, but I virtually always sleep in Master’s room or bed with him) and told me he wanted to pick out some things for me to wear over the weekend.

Master picked out his favourite pair of Jeans for me to wear (he says they show my ass of the best) and one of his own oversized (on me) sweatshirts. He says he finds it cute that I look so small in his clothes, he found that out by accident when one of Master’s friends accidentally spilt a drink on me at the bar and my top was soaked through Master gave me his hoody to wear. He told me I could pick whatever other clothes I wanted to bring. Master told me he wanted me to wear my ‘special’ underwear over the weekend. A few weeks after Master first claimed me as his faggot, I bought some lacy/sexy underwear and ‘lingerie’ type things to suprise him. I waited for him to come home in the living room, when he did he asked if I was into sissy stuff…I told him I wasn’t I just thought I looked good and wanted to show him. Master likes it when I tease, he just laughed and fucked me right then and there. Since then, the lacy underwear etc…has been a favourite of his.

Once Master had picked my clothes he took out one of my butt plugs (Master likes to send us to out to work or the shops with his cum still inside us sometimes, so he bought us butt plugs to help us keep his load in) and told me he wanted to load me up and plug me before we set off. Master told me to get on the bed and then he fucked his load into my hole and plugged me immediately before telling me to get dressed and head down to the car.

On the drive Master chatted with me about how I was doing, he asked about Dean and Calum (both confide in me often) and told me a bit more about his parents. Except for a brief introduction at the funeral, I’d never met them before but Master told me that he wanted to introduce me to them properly. When we arrived, Master invited me in and reminded me that I shouldn’t hide who I am but to make sure I was respectful around his family and in their house. He greeted his parents and introduced me to them, telling them my name and that I am “someone very special to him”. Master’s father asked if I was his boyfriend, Master chuckled and said “something like that, yeah” and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck (one of Master’s favourite subtle reminders of his dominance in social situations).

Both of Master’s parents welcomed me and told me to make myself at home, Master told me to go upstairs and start to pack away our bags telling me he’d be up in a minute. I did as I was instructed and a few minutes later Master came upstairs and told me that I’d made a good impression and both his parents seemed to like me. The rest of the day went by normally, Master was enjoying spending time with his parents and both if them made sure to include me in conversations. I tried, wherever possible, to still be useful to Master by offering to bring snacks, make tea etc… without overstepping my place in his parents’ house. That evening Master’s parents suggested we all go out for Dinner.

When we got to the restaurant I offered to pay for everyone’s food, Master’s parents initially refused and said it wasn’t necessary, but I insisted and told them it was the least I could do to thank them for being so hospitable. It was a lovely evening, Master’s parents asked me about myself a lot (what I did for a living, how long I’d ‘been with’ their son etc…) I kept glancing at Master to make sure I wasn’t overstepping but he kept encouraging me to speak freely. Master told them how helpful and supportive I had been over the last few months and his parents said they were glad he’d “found someone to take care of you” at which point both me and Master shared a small glance and chuckle. Master responded with a laugh “Oh, you don’t know the half of it”.

The next morning, I woke up early (force of habit) but didn’t feel comfortable going down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Master. When Master woke up I explained to him why I hadn’t brought his breakfast and he told me I’d done the right thing. We chatted quietly in bed for a while, Master told me he proud he was of how I’d handled myself the day before and that he was very impressed with my efforts (even the small things) to continue to make myself useful and serve him.

Before we got up, Master had me take care of his morning wood. He found it very amusing watching me trying to deep throat him without being too loud and disturbing his parents in the next room. Eventually I was rewarded with Master’s hot, big load down my throat before we showered together (me washing Master’s glorious body). Master told me he wanted me to wear my special underwear under my clothes for the day, knowing that I would be dressed up like that under my clothes whilst spending the day with his parents excited me (which I’m sure I why Master ordered it).

Much of the morning passed normally. Around midday Master said he was going to make some lunch, of course I followed him to the kitchen, which I thought was unusual seeing as he’d normally just ask me to make him something but I figured he didn’t want to be too obvious whilst at his parents place. When the food was almost done he called his parents in to the kitchen table to eat, I served their plates and went back to the kitchen to finish off mine and Master’s food.

As I was plating up our food, Master came up behind me and slipped his hand down the back of my jeans, slipped aside my lacy underwear and slid his fingers into my hole. I totally wasn’t expecting it, especially not with his parents just the other side of the counter, and I gasped. Master’s Mum asked if I was alright, my brain was totally scrambled feeling Master teasing my hole I couldn’t find any words so I just nodded. Master pushed further into my hole and whispered “I can’t wait for desert” in my ear before taking his hand out my pants and holding his finger up for me to taste (I’m always douched and ready to go for him) and gave me a little wink. We went over to sit with his parents and ate our food, all whilst trying to hide how flustered I was which Master found very amusing.

That night we all watched a movie together, Master allowed me to cuddle up to him on the couch, before going to bed. Master watched as I undressed down to my underwear and then gestured for me to come over to him on the bed. He pulled me on top of him so that I was sat astride him and put his finger to his lips to tell me I needed to be quiet. Master told me to take off his boxers, as I did I could see he was already hard so I moved down and started to take care of his cock. Master put his hand on the back of my head and guided me down his shaft and held me there for a few seconds until I started to gag and then let me back up. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and he let out a moan so I looked up at him raised my eyebrows and copied his gesture before by pressing my finger to my lips to tell him he needed to be quiet. Master loves it when I tease him back, he likes it when I’m bratty, as long as I don’t push it too far. He just smirked and invited me to move up again, whispering to me to sit on his cock. No sooner had I got into position, Master was thrusting full speed into my hole and I had to stifle my scream/moan.

Master just laughed at me, knowing he’d got me back for my little taunt. Eventually Master flipped me over and got on top, stuffed the boxers he’d been wearing into my mouth as a gag and fucked me missionary. My brain went into overload, seeing my powerful, god like Master above me, the smell and taste of his sweaty boxers, feeling him pound my hole and knowing that his parents were just in the next room was too much. I blew my load all over my chest without having even thought about my own dick, even through Master’s boxers I was moaning so much Master had to cover my mouth with his hand as he continued to plough me before pulling out and shooting his cum all over my chest and face. After a few minutes to catch our breath, Master removed his boxers from my mouth and fed me both his and my own load from his fingers. Afterwards we were so worn out didn’t even manage to get cleaned up, we feel asleep as we were covered in Master’s sweat and cum.

When we woke up yesterday I thanked Master for the night before. He told me I’d earned it for being so good over the weekend so far. We got up, showered together again and then went down for breakfast. I cooked breakfast for everyone and then Master suggested we go to the beach for the day before we had to leave in the evening. We spent most of the time at the beach just relaxing with Master’s parents before we went left that evening. Still not wanting to be to obvious, but still needing serve, I kept doing little things here and there for Master throughout the day. Paying for food and drinks, buying ice creams, applying and reapplying his sun cream etc… Before we left the beach we had fish and chips our evening meal, again I insisted I paid for everyone’s food, and then we returned to Master’s parents place for a quick shower, packed our bags and said goodbye before heading back to Master’s house. On the car ride back, Master told me he was glad he’d brought me along and that he was proud of me and impressed at how well I’d struck a balance between serving and subtlety. When we arrived back at Master’s house Dean and Calum had ensured the house was spotless, restocked the kitchen and left a note for Master telling him they hoped he’d enjoyed his weekend and that they would be ready to serve as soon as he needed them.

I can’t describe how amazing I feel Sam! Even before this weekend, Master had completed my life. I have true purpose in everything I do now. I work so that I can treat and look after my Master’s needs, I exercise so I can look good for Master and be fit enough to do whatever he asks, I study so that I can become a more skilled and useful faggot. In all things Master is present. I just feel so lucky to have been claimed and accepted by Master Ben and I know how hugely privileged I am to be his favoured faggot. I just hope I can do enough to justify the faith, care and time Master is investing in me.

I’m so sorry if this email is too long. I just wanted to share this incredible weekend with you and thank you for all you’ve done for my Master and, by extension, for me and my faggot brothers.

You can tell how much Master Ben loves testing the limits of his power (spoiler alert: he has no limits) and he enjoys watching his faggots struggle to handle each challenge.

Of course, Jack is definitely up to every challenge. I was once again blown away by Jack’s intuitive, natural deference to his Master while serving so perfectly. Paying for dinner was a beautiful touch. Making breakfast for the family was also a masterstroke. How could the family do anything except fall in love with their son’s lovely little faggot?

I just want Jack to serve as a glorious example of what is possible in service to a God Alpha. There is nothing more fulfilling for a faggot than being useful to a Man like Master Ben. You can hear the elation in Jack’s words. The best feeling in the world is looking into the eyes of a deeply pleased Alpha and knowing YOU were the one who pleased him!

I want to thank my dear brother Jack for taking the time to craft this detailed, inspirational post with such skill! Once again, Master Ben smiles approvingly!

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!

In the last post, I confidently declared that Master Ben had ascended to the status of a God Alpha. I based it on the way he has been shepherding his growing flock of faggots and others around him to accept his new vision and life. It’s been unparalleled on this site, and that’s saying something.

But Master Ben was only getting warmed up. He’s sent me a massive and dramatic update on all aspects of his current Kingdom, and it is breathtaking. Read:

What’s up fag, 

Been a few delays to this update but I finally have some time to write. Quite a bit has happened over the last few weeks. 

Firstly, I’ve started to implement small changes in the way I train/maintain my fags good behaviour. Having read through many articles on the site and from my own observations of faggots so far it pretty clear that scent is a major tool in an Alpha’s arsenal that I’ve so far largely neglected to use. Also, I realised that since Jack has become my live in faggot I’ve noticed a big difference in the way he behaves. As you know, Jack has always been the best and most dedicated of my fags but since becoming a live in faggot he’s reached a whole new level of service. I asked him what he thought had changed and, to summarise, he basically told me that before I made him my live in fag he would switch in and out of ‘service mode’. He told me that, though he thought about me regularly throughout his day, when he was not with me or completing a task I had set him he would slip back into life as normal, largely hiding or glossing over his true faggot nature. Since moving in, however, he said he feels as though he’s now constantly in ‘service mode’, being around me most of the time meant that now, even when we’re apart, he never slips into his old routines/identity which means he’s always thinking about how he can serve, preempt my needs or surprise me. 

These two things combined (realising the importance of scent and Jack’s insight into how prolonged proximity to me can have a significant impact on a fags overall mindset) have led me to implement a few new training methods with the fags Dean and Calum. Each week they get to choose one item from my dirty laundry to take home with them, they keep it for the week before washing/ironing and bringing it back to mine and picking a new item. Typical faggots they always go for my sweaty gym gear or boxers. I instructed them to keep my used item with them at all times. When they’re in bed it’s stuffed in their pillow case (or is the pillow case), when they’re at work it’s in their bag etc… The idea being that they’re continually being exposed to my scent all through the night or whenever they open their bags as a reminder subtle reminder to them of their Master, making their cravings for me reassert themselves on a regular business. When we’re out together I keep their reusable face masks in my pants, soaking up my sweat and scent ready for them to inhale (though not mandatory anymore, some places still ask for face masks to be worn). The fags explained that my scent and sweat etc… was basically a drug to them, it makes their locked little clits throb and empties their minds (I think you call is sub-space or something). Basically I want to feed their addiction, get them hooked (if they’re not already). Mainly to see if that sort of thing has a similar effect as actually being in my presence on their mindsets but also to be used as a punishment, if needed. If they fall out of favour or disobey and need to be disciplined I simply take back whatever item(s) of mine they have and don’t allow them to worship my pits/feet/dick. The absence of my scent which they’ll have become so used to will be a permanent reminder of their loss and transgression. 

Secondly, Calum finally ‘came out’ as a faggot, specifically MY faggot, to his former (my current) mates. I have to say, it happened quite quickly. After the conversation I had with the fags a few weeks ago about stepping things up I told Cal that I thought it was time for him to tell everyone about his submission to me and that I wanted him to think about it. A few hours later he came to me and told me he would do it but said he wanted me to be there when he told them (which, of course, was always going to be the case). To cut a long story short, I arranged to meet up with my mates and told them I would be bringing along a new fag for them to meet. Obviously, they’d already met Dean (I’m sure you remember how that went) but hadn’t met Jack and, obviously, didn’t know Calum was a fag at all. 

We all met up, my mates remembered Dean and were playful but respectful to him. I introduced them to Jack and explained his special status as my live in fag…again they were playful but respectful. I think my mates still have a lot of questions about the situation/setup and about fags in general so they do ask some daft (sometimes disrespectful) questions so I occasionally had to step in and tell them to watch their tone when talking to my fags. Once they’d gotten their introductions and banter with Jack out of the way I told them that there was one other faggot I wanted them to meet and put my hand on the back of Calum’s neck. I think they all understood the implication pretty quickly but none of them said anything, maybe they were unsure or maybe they were just in disbelief, but I encouraged Calum to tell them in his own words. They all knew he was gay already but he explained to them that he had always been submissive in the bedroom and that he’d never known that it was a ‘thing’ to be a submissive in day to day life until I had introduced them all to Dean a few months ago. He told them that, much like them, he was turned on by seeing Dean serve me and the thought of the Alpha/fag dynamic but noticed that they were paying attention to different things. Whilst most of my mates were focused on Dean and his behaviour and obedience, Calum explained that he’d been looking at me and was turned on by me giving Dean orders and being worshipped. 

Overall, the lads took the news well. A few were a bit shocked, saying they’d been mates for years and questioning how they’d never known/why he’d never told them (of course, Calum himself hadn’t realised up until relatively recently). They had questions for me about whether or not it was weird having my long-term friend become my faggot, how it worked etc… There were a few comments (unintentional, I think) directed towards Calum that didn’t sit well with me that I called them out on. I told them that I expected them to treat Cal just the same as Dean and Jack, just because they’d been friends with Calum didn’t give them an excuse to be disrespectful etc… The night continued as normal with the fags buying drinks and the lads having a bit of fun with them, I let them flirt and tease a little bit. After a few drinks my mates were getting a little bit bolder and were giving the fags instructions, asking more questions etc… 

We all had a good time and before we left for the evening a couple of my mates came up to Calum and gave him a hug and told him that they were proud of him/that they were still mates etc… which I know meant a lot to Calum. Since then, Calum has become sort of the group faggot… whenever we meet up or one of them comes around it’s Calum that they play and experiment with. Cal asked me permission the first time and I said it was ok for him to serve the others and afterwards told him that I didn’t mind if it became a regular thing. The others don’t use him sexually and they don’t call him over to their place but when we meet up or they’re at mine they get their food/drinks bought/served to them, a couple have let him worship their feet or just had some ordering him around and Calum seems to get some satisfaction out if it too. Ultimately both he and I know I’m still his Master and key-holder but I’m content to let the lads have some fun with him but I’ve told him that if they make him uncomfortable at any point to tell me and I’ll take care of it. I’m quite proud of how far he’s come in a relatively short space of time and I know he’s happier than ever. 

Third, after quite a long period without contact/using Matt (the club fag) and his ‘cuck’ boyfriend (Lewis), for obvious reasons, I got back in touch with them and met up with them a couple of weeks ago. I went over to their place and as usual Matt was all over me as soon as I walked through the door. He’d forgotten some of his training but I can’t really blame him, he’s not had as much/as intensive training as the others and it’s been a while since I’ve used him, but it didn’t take long for him to fall back in line. I had him get down in his hands and knees and take off my shoes and kiss my feet before making my way into the living room with him crawling behind me. The ‘cuck’, Lewis, was more welcoming than he had been previously. I suspect our little chat last time we saw each other had the desired effect. 

Before long, I had Matt straddling me on the couch and we were making out. I don’t usually kiss my fags (except for Jack) but Matt, for the moment, is more of a plaything to me than an owned faggot and I enjoy seeing his boyfriend’s reaction to me taking his place. Lewis was much more cooperative than usual, willingly bringing us drinks and snacks and enjoying the show. After I’d eaten and had a few drinks I told Matt to strip and entertain me. He obeyed and showed off his body and hole for me before I told him to go to the bedroom and wait for me there. Once Matt was out of the room I told Lewis that he had a choice, he could either sit there and mope or he could follow me to the bedroom and see where things go. I got up and left him there and joined Matt in the bedroom where he was waiting for me on the bed, head down ass up. By the time I’d stripped my clothes off Lewis had joined us, I pointed to the chair in the corner of their room and he sat without saying anything. 

I turned back to Matt and started to tease his hole, making him beg for my load and cock. I told him if he wanted it, he’d have to earn it and told him to move out of the way so I could lay down. I let him get to work worshipping my feet, working his way up my body as I stroked myself and got verbal with him. By the time he got to my cock I was leaking pre which I allowed him to lick up before telling him to service my dick. After a few minutes of getting my dick sucked I looked over to Lewis still sat patiently in the corner and pointed to the foot of the bed. I told his to strip and get down on his knees and take care of my feet, which he did, before slowly gesturing for him to make his way up and join his boyfriend in servicing my dick. I had both of them taking turns sucking me, sucking my balls, the two of them licking my shaft etc… before blowing my load all over myself and telling them to clean it up. 

After they’d licked up my load I told Matt to go and get me a beer and a towel. While he was away I asked Lewis if he still thought he wasn’t a faggot, given that he’d just worshipped my feet and cock with his proud fag boyfriend. “No” came the reply, “No, SIR” I corrected. By the time Lewis came back his boyfriend was kissing my balls again and saying “Thank you, Sir” after every kiss. Matt joined us in the bed and snuggled in under my arm as finished off the beer and his boyfriend nuzzled my junk. After chilling for a while, enjoying the attention, I told them I needed to piss and then I was heading home. Without me even realising, Matt had followed me to the bathroom and then got on his knees in the shower. Without a word, I turned away from the toilet and pissed down his throat for as much as he could take and then finished off all over him (as I had last time), shook the last few drops off and left him there as I went to get dressed and then left for home. 

Finally, Joe (my office fag and ‘boss’) called a few weeks ago to ask how I was doing and see if I needed anything. I invited him over to my place for a couple of drinks and a chat about some work stuff. I decided to keep the fags (Jack and Calum, Dean was working) at the house carrying out their normal duties. I wanted to see just how far Joe was willing to go and figured if he took it badly there wasn’t much he could do given that it happened outside of work and considering the text messages/pics he’d sent me over the last few weeks. Joe turned up and Jack let him in, naked as the fags usually are, and invited him in to the living room before returning to my side. Of course, Joe commented on ‘the setup I had going on’, clearly not too put off by it. I told him that what he does for me as my cocksucker at work is just an extension of my day to day life and explained about my fags and what they do for me. He made some, slightly patronising, comment about it being ‘impressive for someone your age’. His tone was off, but I let it slip knowing I’d have him make it up to me before he left. 

I called Calum to bring us something to drink while we chatted about work stuff. Cal came in and poured/served me some tea before leaving the tray on the table for Joe to serve himself and going back to his chores in the kitchen/laundry. As me and Joe were speaking I had Jack start to take care of my feet. I’ll never get tired of seeing the distracted half confused/half aroused look on people’s faces when the see me getting worshipped for the first time. I was quite impressed, Joe managed to hold our conversation through to completion… albeit with a little bit less focus. Having my supposed ‘superior’ in my house, surrounded by my fags watching me have my feet worshipped had me hard as a rock. I’m still amazed at the workings of the faggot brain, that he never questioned it or showed any sign of challenging what was happening.

As we wrapped up our conversation I pointed out my boner and said to Joe “You want to take care of this for me or should I have Jack take my load?”. It definitely caught him off guard, he looked more nervous than he ever had at work and kept glancing at Jack (who was kneeling by my side) and Calum wandering about in the kitchen. So I told him “Don’t be shy, the fags are used to it” as some minor encouragement and pulled my cock out. Sure enough, he came over to me got down on his knees and sucked me dry. I caught Jack smirking as he watched Joe struggle to take my cock (Jack is a pro, he gets balls deep with no effort at all) so I put my hands on the back of Joe’s head and held him down, encouraging him to take my cock deeper and gave Jack a little wink while I was at it. I have to admit I do love to show off for him, he loves it when I get rough. Soon enough I’d blown my load down Joe’s throat and had him clean the spit/cum off my cock and sent him on his way. Later that day I got a text from him telling me he’d never thought he’d do ‘something that wild’ at which point I pointed out that a few weeks ago he’d raced out if his office and into the work toilets just to lick my cum off the stall wall. He replied with a simple ‘fair enough’, I told him to get used to this sort of thing as there was a lot more to come. 

So, yeah. That’s the main events over the last few weeks. Still blows my mind that all of this is happening but at the same time it feels completely right and natural. We’ll see where things go, still got the contact details from a few of the fags from that night at the bar that I want to make use of. As usual, I’ll keep you updated, faggot. 

I can’t even pick out which one of these mini-updates is my favorite! They’re all so rich in Hierarchical truth and the complicated depths possible within the Alpha/faggot dynamic.

So rather than pick out individual stories, let me instead highlight this overriding reality: Master Ben is using his Almighty power to enrich, upbuild, and fulfill his faggots. He’s not tearing down, he’s building up. Each faggot’s story here has been enhanced by Master Ben’s wisdom, use, direction, and insight. He sees through them, to their true needs. Then, he thoughtfully crafts and controls experiences that deepen their submission to him.

Master Ben is like a conductor of an orchestra, ably controlling each section of the orchestra so that it sings together as one harmonious unit.

It is a masterwork of stunning power and majesty. Thank you, 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!

It’s only been a few months since Master Ben discovered the ownership of faggots, but in that time he has accomplished more than most Alphas do in a lifetime of faggot use. It has been breathtaking to witness as an intimate, day-to-day observer. To me, Master Ben is the perfect blend of power and control mixed with benevolence and even tenderness. He understands and appreciates a faggot’s hunger to serve and worship, but he also knows that faggots must be controlled, guided, and sculpted into soldiers dedicated to follow the commands of their King.

It was the startling rise of natural Apex Alphas like Master Ben and Master Bruno (along with longtime Apex Alphas like Master Steve) that made me reconsider my idea of the God Alpha. There are simply some Apex Alphas so all-encompassing that they transcend any barriers that contain even typical Apex Alphas. These ones are The Alpha and The Omega, the all-powerful and unassailable ones among us who simply see beyond sight.

If there is truly such a God Alpha, it’s Master Ben.

This latest episode is so astonishing in terms of its breadth and depth of power that I have been vibrating for the four days since Master Ben texted me the juiciest details of it. I really couldn’t wait to share it, and now I can.

So as I told you, I invited fags Dean and Calum around to my place for the first time in a while on Friday. Despite not really having any contact with me for two or three weeks they both behaved excellently, arriving on time and being greeted at the door by Jack before removing their clothes and neatly folding them in the hall. Within minutes of them entering the house they were both naked and kneeling before me, greeting me as they’ve been trained to do by kissing my feet five times, all without me having to utter a word. They thanked me for the privilege and then crawled away and joined Jack, waited for instructions. I told them how pleased I was with how well they’ve retained their training and that I needed to lay a few new ground rules, given the events of the last few weeks. 

1. Despite there training taking a short break, I stressed that nothing had changed as far as my expectations and their responsibilities. 

2. I noted their loyalty and genuine respect and understanding over the last few weeks but told them I neither wanted or needed their sympathy etc… going forwards, things (at least as far as they are concerned) are going back to normal.

3. I told them that recent events had made me realise a few things. Namely, that life is short and nothing is guaranteed. As such, I intend to live life to the fullest going forwards. I deserve everything I have and a whole lot fucking more and I’m no longer holding back from reaching out and taking what is rightfully mine. 
After each statement, all three faggots responded with a loud and clear “Yes, Sir!”.

I explained to them, as I have to you, that while I’ve achieved extraordinary things in the last few months alone there had still been a part of me holding back. While I’d woken up to the power and influence I have within me, and exercised it to a certain extent, there was still a little bit of me that was hesitant to unleash it fully. That has changed. The events of the last few weeks have proven to me, beyond doubt, there is nothing to be gained from holding back. There is no point in living a life full regrets and half-measure? Why should a Man like me be placing boundaries and limitations of what I can have, achieve and do?

From now on, there is no holding back. I will be expanding my stable of faggots, making more frequent and public use of the pathetic fags and betas that I’m forced to work with and live beside and I told the fags that they could either get on board with that or leave. All three fags not only chose to stay and serve (as if there were any doubt) but were practically wetting themselves from getting so worked up thinking about what I was saying. They’re such lucky faggots to be privileged enough to kneel before me and watch the rise of a fucking God amongst ‘men’ and be part of that journey.

Let’s stop there and digest this much. First of all, imagine being one of the three faggots in this situation. Your Master, already powerful, is making a specific pronouncement that he is actually planning to significantly RAMP UP the exercise of that power! It had to be an overwhelming moment for Jack, Dean, and Calum!

But you can see how Master Ben’s thinking has changed since the sudden death of his beloved brother last month. Even though Master Ben is very young, he has seen how quickly it can all end for anyone. He has no intention of wasting even one second of his glorious Apex Alphahood and the advantages owed to him by Nature itself. He wants to collect all things to himself and his Kingdom. It’s breathtaking to hear.

Then Master Ben spent the following two days in worship and instruction.

I spent the rest of Friday evening relaxing, the fags ordered me a ton of food and I spent the night watching TV with a good food and a beer in hand whilst my faggots worshipped me. I had the three of them on rotation, one of them sucking my cock/playing with my balls/licking my ass whilst the other two became my foot worshipping footstools. That was how we spent the majority of the night, I was so relaxed I wasn’t even hard for the most part, it just felt fucking good having my fat cock and balls sucked on and massaged by their eager little tongues. In the end I had Jack suck me off, when I was about to blow I ordered him to finish me off by with his hands and let me blow my load all over my chest and stomach before letting the fags clean me up. I love doing that and seeing how pathetic and competitive they get for a chance to taste my cum. Fucking ravenous. 

I spent most of Saturday doing the same thing, Jack was busy with the house chores, Dean was running errands and Calum was dutifully worshipping my feet. I spoke with him about his progress and told him I had been very impressed with his transformation over the last few months. He thanked me for allowing him the opportunity to serve and for continuing to train him even when he tried to rebel, I told him that that’s what true Alpha’s do. You’re not a fucking Alpha or a ‘Master’ if you can’t tame and train and feral faggot or break a fag that’s in denial. I told him to think about what I’d said the night before, no more holding back, and told him I think it was time for him to ‘come out’ as being my faggot to our (or more accurately, my) mates and complete his submission once and for all. He told me he would think about it and later that day he told me that he wanted to go through with it and asked me if I could be there when he tells them. I told him of course I would be there, after all he is my fag and it’s my responsibility to oversee his progress and protect him from any harm. I reassured him that I’d put a stop to any inappropriate or disrespectful responses from any of my mates….after all, if you disrespect my property you’re disrespecting me. 

See how effortlessly Master Ben controls his three faggots? Like a true God Alpha, he uses them while simultaneously giving them instruction, encouragement, and guidance. In Calum’s case, Master Ben was practically setting out a plan of action the way a manager might instruct an subordinate. With all three faggots, Master Ben’s individual and collective attentions feed and guide them physically, mentally, and spiritually.

But then Saturday night arrived, and this is when Master Ben decided to truly flex his God power in public for the very first time.

I took the fags out to the local bar later that night, its one of those semi-respectable bars upstairs but the basement level is no holds barred, anything goes. Words can’t describe the night I had. I fucking ruled over that place from the moment I entered until the moment I left. To start with my faggots were picking up the bill and worshipping me, soon enough we started to attract a crowd of other jealous faggots and beta bitches and before long even my fags didn’t have to pay. So many little faggots desperate for attention all buying me and my boys drinks, some of the cuter ones even got a taste of me themselves. I could practically taste the desperation in the air.

I lost track of how many fags I’d had worshipping me, serving financially or making out with me over the course of the night. A couple of them even got to taste my piss on their knees in the toilets. Not only did I get treated like the fucking King I am by the masses, my own three fags worshipped me completely publicly for the first time. Yet another big step for them.

I had my fags collect names and numbers from some of the more eager fags there so I’ve got myself a handy little address book full of faggots ripe for the picking now.

After we got back from the bar I dumped a load in Dean whilst the other two prepared a late night snack for me and then we went to bed. Jack slept in with me and Dean and Calum slept at the foot of the bed. Sunday was a pretty chilled day, the fags prepared breakfast and finished of some chores around the house whilst I relaxed. Dean and Calum went home Sunday evening leaving me free to play with my ever loyal and beautiful boy Jack. Really just the perfect weekend.

This is where an Apex Alpha transcends to Godhood. When you can stride into a bar/restaurant with your faggots in tow and have them openly worshiping you to the point that other faggots begin paying tributes to you, that is a power that few Men other than mob bosses might ever experience. But unlike a mob boss, Master Ben didn’t need a gun other than the prodigious one between his legs and his searing, charismatic gaze.

I love the little detail that even Master Ben’s three faggots were receiving tributes in the form of free drinks simply for being the owned property of the God Alpha they openly worshiped!

Filled with limitless power, Master Ben went to work on Monday and immediately began to exert bolder control over the inferiors there.

On a side note, I went into work yesterday (meeting with HR about authorising some leave time) and decided to leave Joe (my office fag) a little something to tide him over until my return so I took a detour on my way out to the bathrooms on my floor and blew a load all over the walls on our usual stall, sent him a message telling him I’d left him a surprise in the usual place and told him to enjoy. Ten minutes later I got a response from him telling me he’d licked my cum up from the stall wall and floor where it had dripped down along with a picture of him on his knees in front of the toilet bowl, mouth open and tongue out, captioned ‘Cum back soon’. I’ll admit, that made me chuckle so 10 points to fag Joe for that. 

Master Ben has ascended. Ascension is a concept I use to describe the inexorable climb of the most powerful Alphas up the Hierarchical scale. At the summit, high above the atmosphere, stands Master Ben. He gazes across the universe. It all belongs to him now.

No limits. No boundaries. No stopping.

Where it goes from here is impossible for inferiors to know. I’m grateful to have seen it at all.

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 devoted an episode of the Hierarchy Podcast to the topic of Alpha trauma and difficulty. Entitled “When Alphas Hurt”, the episode focused on why Alphas withdraw during difficult times and what faggots can do when their Alphas pull away.

I created the episode because of my beloved Master Ben.

A few weeks ago Master Ben lost his brother in a terrible car accident. They were more than brothers … they were soul mates. This sudden loss shattered Master Ben to his core.

Lost and shaken, Master Ben withrew without a word.

None of Master Ben’s faggots knew anything about the accident. I didn’t know about it. So I was troubled when I received a concerned note from Master Ben’s most loyal faggot Jack asking for advice:

Hello Sam,

This is Master Ben’s faggot, Jack. I have been a follower of your site for a long time, even before I met Master Ben and became his owned faggot. Your posts have been very helpful for me as I began to figure my urges and desires out and I hope that all I’ve learned from your site has helped me become the best faggot I can be for my magnificent Master Ben. 

The reason I am writing to you now is that I really need some advice. Master received some very bad personal news a couple of weeks ago. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to go into details without his permission but the situation has had a massive impact on Master, he cares very much about his family just as he does with his faggots. 

Since receiving the bad news a few weeks ago, Master has been heartbroken and he seems lost. I don’t need to tell you that my Master is an amazing man, even being near him is enough to make you feel alive and safe. He is usually very confident, assertive and open and always uses his influence to improve others lives as well as his own. Recently, since Master was told the bad news, he’s been withdrawn from most of the outside world and I can tell he’s hurting. 

Although Master still wants me with him he isn’t using me as he used to (of course, that is his choice and I will do whatever he asks) and he hasn’t had use of Dean or Calum either. At the moment Master simply wants me to be with him and (if I can be a little bit bold here) support him. Despite his current situation, I can still see and feel his affection for me in his words and actions. I have tried everything I can think of to make Master feel better. 

I have tried to be as helpful and proactive as possible, making sure the household chores are completed, ensuring the Kitchen is well stocked and Master always has something to good to eat. I have been there for him when he needs somebody to talk to, to vent his feelings (sometimes sadness, sometimes anger and frustration), I’ve offered to worship him, to take care of his feet and worship his magnificent cock, offered myself to him to do with as he wants (of course, he knows I am available to him for all of this anyway but I hoped that my offering might entice him to take his mind off things for a short while). Unfortunately, Master has shown little interest and my efforts to make him feel better have failed. 

At the moment, all I seem to be able to do is be there for him for whatever/whenever he needs me and try to do as much as I can to help ease his burden by ensuring his mind isn’t focused on menial tasks such as housekeeping and shopping etc…

Have you got any advice or recommendations as to what else I can do to help my Master through this difficult period. I will do anything to see him back to his old self and free of the hurt that he’s currently going through. 

I was at a loss. This blindsided me, and I fumbled out some unfocused advice based on the nothing I know. I just told Jack to try and remain by Master Ben’s side and support him through whatever it might be.

So I reached out to Master Ben, and he wrote a very broken, sad response to me in the midst of his sorrow.

I appreciate you checking in, faggot. 

There isn’t much to say in relation to me and my fags. Unfortunately, I lost my brother unexpectedly just under two weeks ago. As you can imagine it felt (and still feels) as though my world has fallen apart so training/recruiting faggots hasn’t been on my mind. 

I’ll admit, I’ve been a bit of a mess. I asked Jack to tell Dean and Calum about what had happened and told them that I wouldn’t be having them at my place on a regular basis for a little while. They gave it a few days and each dropped by to drop some food etc… off and pay their respects and told me they were there if I needed anything. 

Jack has been invaluable to me, as usual, he’s taken care of everything around the house and dealt with the brunt of my emotions without complaint. 

I’ll be honest, I don’t know when I’ll be back to usual, training/recruiting my fags etc… It’s going to take me a while to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. 

My heart sank to hear the deep grief in Master Ben’s words. The surrender, the hollowness in his heart. I could scarcely think of anything else for days, and recording the podcast episode made my frustration even more difficult to handle. I’m not accustomed to being that powerless.

After a couple of weeks, I finally heard from Jack.

I’m sorry for the delay in getting back to you. I’ve been devoting all of my attention to Master and trying to support him the best that I can. 

I am pleased to say that yesterday Master seemed to turn a corner in his grief. The funeral was last weekend, Master said that the service itself was only going to be small and for family members only but told me he wanted me to come and be with him at the wake. I told him of course I would be there if that’s what he wanted and that I was honoured he would ask me to attend. 

I never met Master’s brother and should have had no reason to mourn and be emotional but seeing my Master so broken and crying really hurt. I stayed near him but didn’t initiate any conversation or physical interaction. I wanted him to know I was there for him whilst giving him the space he needed, I also wanted to avoid any unwanted questions about my relationship with Master as I don’t know how much he has told his family about me and his other faggots. Master didn’t speak or interact with me much that day but the next day he told me he’d appreciated me being there for him and being discreet and not drawing any unnecessary attention. 

Over the last few days I’ve noticed Master’s mood improving. He’s not back to normal but he has not been as withdrawn as he was and has started to show signs of his wonderful personality shining through again. Yesterday was amazing. Master spent most of the day out with his friends, he told me he would be out late and to attend to my usual duties in the house while I waited for him to return. I didn’t ask any questions about where he was going or what he was doing but when he returned late last night he seemed the happiest he’s been since first receiving the awful news a few weeks ago. 

Sam, I do not know how to put into words the emotion I felt. I was so happy to see my Master smiling again. When he arrived home he was radiating power. He was, in his words, ‘pumped’, he was covered in sweat and he smelt divine. He came over to me and pulled me into his chest, his scent made my knees weak. It was like inhaling a drug, euphoric and addictive. Master told me he wanted to fuck me and ordered me upstairs to his bedroom, though his instructions needn’t have been issued as he basically carried me up the stairs. 

Master threw me onto the bed and peeled off his clothing, his smell filled the room, and then he ordered me to turn over, mounted me and fucked me hard. After weeks without feeling him inside it felt phenomenal. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, one arm around my torso and the other hand around my neck and continued to fuck me. With each thrust I could hear his grunts and moans. After I had taken Master’s godly seed he pulled out of me and asked me how I felt. 

I was literally speechless, I was just staring at him as he leaned over me. It felt like I was in a trance, he just laughed and said “That’s what I thought”. He lay down next to me and allowed me to cuddle into him. I asked him if he needed me to do anything else for him and he told me to take care of his sweaty pits and feet. I massaged Master’s feet first and then he invited my to take care of his armpits. It was pure heaven, Sam. My face buried in Master’s hairy pits, the scent and taste of his sweat, the feeling of his hand on the back of my head forcing my face deeper. 

I totally lost track of time, it felt like nothing else existed in the world except my powerful, generous, god like Master’s beautiful body and voice. Eventually Master pulled me away from his pits and had me sit on his lap, facing him, as he asked me if I wanted to cum. Of course I eagerly agreed. I assumed Master would want me to cum, as I have always done in the past, from him fucking me but this time Master took hold of my dick with one hand and cupped my face with the other. I wanted to ask him what he was going to do but he put his thumb over my lips and told me to be quiet and began to stroke my dick. 

I never ever expected my Master to do something like this but it felt amazing. He held my head so that we never lost eye contact and stifled my moans with his thumb while he milked me. He brought me to the edge over and over again before finally letting me cum and feeding it to me off his hand. Then he kissed me. 

Master has kissed me and Dean and Calum before but only of the forehead or cheek and only briefly. This time Master kissed me on the lips, his hand on the back of my head, and kept me there for at least a minute before breaking away. He told me that his kiss had been my reward and a sign of his affection for me and told me how much I meant to him. He thanked me for everything is done for him since the terrible news a few weeks ago and told me that I mean more to him now than I could ever know. 

Hearing these words from Master felt like nothing I’ve experienced before. I began to sob. It was like I was at peace, completely and totally fulfilled. I told him that there was no need for him to thank me, I am his and I will always be there for him no matter what he needs or wants. Master told me that he knew that was the case but still wanted to show his appreciation and then he pulled me in again and I snuggled up to him with his arm around me. We both fell asleep soon after and I woke up the next morning still wrapped in his arms. 

It was magical. 

This morning Master also got in touch with Dean and Calum and told them to come over on Friday evening. He told me he intends for us all to spend the weekend together. I don’t know what Master intends in detail and I don’t know exactly how far he has to go in his grieving process but after last night and today I’m certain he’s on the right track. 

I have never felt so happy or so content in my life. Meeting Master Ben has been transformative. I feel like life is so clear and joyous when he’s around, I feel safe and loved and so lucky that I get to spend my days loving and serving him with my faggot brothers. 

I have spoken with Master about our conversation, he figured out I’d contacted you, and he told me he has no problem with me communicating with you so if you wish to publish my experiences both I and Master are Ok with that. 

Men draw power and strength from sexual expression and conquest. In the darkest times of a Man’s life, sexual expression and relief centers him and reconnects him with the earth and his own vitality.

So it was thrilling to hear that Master Ben was reconnecting with that primal energy!

Then I heard from Master Ben about this experience:

Yes, I imagine Jack did enjoy himself the other day. He was certainly well rewarded for his loyalty and support over the last few weeks. 

I met up with a couple of mates and we spent the full day just fucking around. We went out for breakfast, went down to the beach for a bit, went to the gym and sauna and then finished off with a pub crawl. I have to admit, to begin with it felt like a struggle and I didn’t really want to be there but as the day went on I started to feel invigorated again. Smashing my workout, competing with my mates, all the attention we received in the when we were out drinking…it reminded me of what I’m missing. As one of my mates said, nobody would want me to sit at home and suffer for months in end, including my brother. Of course it’s going to take some time before I’m fully at peace with it but in the meantime I need to be pushing myself to get back to life as usual. 

I’ve got a couple of weeks off work still so I’m planning to just let loose and try to do as much as possible to take my mind off things and regain my spark. Coming home the other day after spending the day with my mates I felt supercharged. It was like all the energy and enjoyment I’d missed out on over the last few weeks came back all at once. I returned home to find an immaculate house and Jack waiting patiently for me in the living room. For the first time in weeks I just needed to be inside him. 

I took him upstairs and fucked him, had him take care of my feet and clean my pits and then I asked him if he wanted to cum. As usual, he’d refrained from touching himself up until that point. He said that he did and thanked me, I wanted him to truly feel rewarded and appreciated so I pulled him on top of me, sort of straddling my lap, and took hold of his cock. He tried to speak but I plugged his mouth with my thumb and used my hand on his head to keep eye contact. I edged him there or four times, bringing him close and then backing off. I finally took him over the edge and fed him his own cum and then I kissed him on the lips for the first time. 

I took hold of his head with both hands and kiss him for a minute or so. I told him how much I appreciated him and how much he meant to me and he ended up crying, telling my I didn’t need to thank him and that he would always be mine. I invited him to cuddle up next to me and he fell asleep curled up next to me. Watching him sleep, bundled up under my arm, I was reminded how lucky I was to have him and my other faggots. The feelings if pride and power, the protective instincts and the sense of true ownership all come flooding back to me.

The next morning I messaged Dean and Calum and told them to come over to mine tomorrow night to stay the weekend with me and Jack. After a couple of weeks of very little interaction I think we’d all benefit from spending some time with each other again. 

There are three words in Master Ben’s account that showed me he had reconnected with his Masculine power and vitality:

“I felt supercharged.”

There will never be anyone or anything that will replace Master Ben’s beloved brother. There will always be a yearning and a loss at the center of Master Ben’s life no matter how many other blessings he’s destined to receive.

But if any Man can ever recover his footing and continue to ascend to the impossible heights promised to him from birth, it’s my incomparable, irreplaceable, and supercharged God Alpha Master Ben!

I kneel next to my brother Jack and all of the other faggots worshiping at his feet, grateful to know and serve a Godhood that will never die!

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!

Master Ben continues to advance at a breakneck pace. His power is like an exploding star, infinitely powerful and racing out of sight. However, the more apt cosmological comparison might be a black hole. Master Ben absolutely draws faggots in and consumes them whole. He becomes their entire horizon, their complete reality. It’s been incredible to consult with him daily about what he plans with his faggots and his rapidly-growing empire.

The Three Primary Faggots

Master Ben took a huge step forward this weekend. He gathered his three primary faggots – Jack, Dean, and Calum – to his place. He first called Dean and Calum to him while Jack busied himself with his chores, and Master Ben placed both faggots into chastity!

And this was an interesting twist: Master Ben made both faggots click the locks shut before handing over the keys! I love this little touch (for the psychological control).

Then Master Ben told Dean and Calum to take over the house chores while Jack took his place at his Master’s feet. Then Master Ben placed a collar around Jack’s neck and had Jack also snap the lock shut before handing over the key.

After that, Master Ben told Jack that he wanted him to be his first official live-in faggot! Jack and the other two faggots were so thrilled by this development! So Jack moved in immediately the next day!

But Master Ben then related something that happened between himself and his new live-in faggot Jack that reveals the deepening trust that can be shared between a Master and his personal faggot.

First thing to mention is how well Jack has adapted to being a live-in faggot. To be honest, I’m not sure ‘adapted’ is the right word, its as if he was born for this role. He formally moved into my place on Saturday, he has his own cupboard for his clothes/belongings in one of the spare bedrooms but he sleeps in my room with me. I find it more convenient having him to hand throughout the night and first thing in the morning. Since he moved in we’ve spoken more about his role and position in my household, I’ve already made it clear to him (as I’ve told you) that he is very special to me and that as my favoured faggot he has somewhat more agency than his fag-brothers and he has privileges that they will likely never have. Some may balk at the idea of me allowing Jack to enjoy such freedom but I have no concerns, everything Jack does is about serving me, pleasing me and making my life easier and more enjoyable. Unlike Dean and Calum, who are equally committed to serving and pleasing me, Jack has never really needed to be told, instructed or ordered around, he already knows what I want, expect and like and acts accordingly. In return, I allow him greater freedoms to judge for himself what would be the best use of his time (though, as Jack himself said, no matter where he is or what he is doing my word comes before everything else…call and he’ll be there). As a result Jack has, voluntarily, taken on all domestic duties around the house, he cooks, cleans and does the laundry, he restocks the kitchen and I have put him in charge of handing out tasks to Dean and Calum when I am not there during the week. When all three fags are at my place (which is most weeknights, though they typically aren’t allowed to stay over, and most weekends) Jack continues to focus primarily on his domestic tasks and doesn’t require supervision which allows me to spend more time training and focusing on Dean and Calum. As I said to you a while ago, when I first raised the idea of Jack becoming a live-in fag, one of the many benefits is that I am free to give more of my attention to Dean and Calum when they are here (rather than primarily favouring Jack) as I know I will be able to focus on Jack whenever we’re alone. Of course there are instances where I still wish to use Jack while the Dean and Calum are there and the faggots essentially switch roles with Dean and Calum taking over Jack’s domestic duties whilst he services me. On weekends, I’ve told Dean and Calum that they will be primarily responsible for domestic duties and Jack is free to serve me and I can spend some decent time enjoying him.

Since Jack became my live-in faggot our bond has grown considerably stronger, in many cases there isn’t even a need for me to speak in order for him to know what I want from him. We’re both so attuned to each other that things run seamlessly, without me needing to constantly give instructions or training. Usually Jack manages to complete his domestic tasks before I get home from work and certainly before fags Dean and Calum leave for the night which means the evenings and mornings (and all day on the weekends) are dedicated to each others company. He serves in the normal ways, kneeling before me and worshipping my feet, taking care of my cock and having his holes used, but as I’ve said to you privately the level of trust we have between us and my particular affection for him has opened up many new possibilities.

I told you a few weeks ago Jack had expressed and interest in much more physical, ‘non-vanilla’ service (as he put it) and at the time I told him to wait as it had only really been a couple of weeks since he began serving me. I have always enjoyed ‘non-vanilla’ sex, I am a big fan of BDSM and breath play, I enjoy consensual non-consent and various other…interests…that, up until recently I’ve been reticent to fully indulge primarily due to the safety/legal concerns of pursuing these situations with someone who isn’t fully willing or prepared and who I don’t have a sufficient level of trust with. Over the last couple of months it has become clear that Jack is perfect for these things…he is enticed by and enjoys the same things I am (though of course he is enticed by the submission whereas I am enticed by the domination) and we began to build up to these more intimate and extreme encounters a few weeks ago, rather than jumping in at the deep-end, primarily for Jack’s safety and mental preparedness. Since Saturday there has barely been a moment where we haven’t been fucking or…’playing’ other than when I am at work or dealing with Dean and Calum. There are no barriers or constraints between us anymore and we have both pushed each other to the limits of our desires. Jack has come close to the breaking point in his submission and I have walked the fine line between control and loss of control over the last few weeks (particularly the last few days) and it has been the most exhilarating and fulfilling experience for the both of us. Importantly, the basics I have instilled in Jack remain strong, despite the increasing closeness of our bond, he never over-steps or presumes and remains perfectly content to serve in even the most mundane ways without ever expecting special treatment and I am always sure to care for him and comfort him after our sessions. It has brought us closer than I ever thought possible.

On Sunday I came as close as I’ve ever come to losing control, to the point where I actually shocked myself with what I had done and how far I’d gone. I’d sent Dean and Calum away around midday after they had completed their tasks and Jack and I spent the afternoon exploring some of our more extreme desires. To cut a long story short, after several hours of…I don’t really know what to call it (Fucking? Foreplay? Kink?) Jack ended up fully restrained in the bedroom, he’d been whipped, slapped, trampled, face-fucked etc… (I stress, all consensually and with a safe word in place) before eventually tapping out while I was choking him (again, consensual). Once he’d called time by tapping out I knew it was over, he took a while to collect himself while I released his restraints and as I looked at him and thought about what I’d done I couldn’t believe how easily I’d let that side of me take over. I know Alphas often talk about feeling like a God amongst men but truly, that experience on Sunday was the closest you could ever hope to get to truly feeling like a God. I literally held his life in my hands, he was bound and helpless and it was only afterwards that I realised how easy it would have been for things to go too far, particularly when thinking about how much of a rush/turn-on it was to feel that way.

Afterwards, I spoke to Jack about it and told him how it felt from my side and asked him if he’d felt scared or worried at any point and his answer took me by surprise. He told me that throughout the whole thing he’d only felt arousal, love and total fulfilment…I asked him how he could feel no fear at all being completely restrained and having me, who felt so close to losing control, with my hand around his throat. He said that he knew I wouldn’t hurt him…that no matter how extreme or physical things got he felt safe with me. I admitted to him that I could never understand how he could feel like that, especially considering that I myself was (in retrospect) scared of what I could have done had Jack not tapped out…I told him that I didn’t know whether I would have stopped without him intervening. He told me that he trusted me, knew I would never want to harm him and said that this was what he’d always wanted.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand that level of devotion but it is truly beautiful to see. I spent the rest of the night in bed, Jack curled up next to me, watching TV as I stroked his hair and made sure he knew he was safe with me. The next morning, I woke up to my breakfast prepared as usual and Jack waiting for me by my bed in case I wanted to blow a load before work. Since Sunday we’ve been fucking for hours each night, sometimes I just breed him and sometimes its more…sensual(?). To be honest it’s very confusing and hard to explain what I have with Jack. He’s my loyal, devoted faggot and he means so much to me. 

If you’re reading this encounter between Master Ben and Jack and you are not aroused and vibrating with awe then you must be dead inside. This is one of the most exquisite descriptions of what is possible between an Alpha God and his faithful, devoted faggot. Everything is here – the combustible chemical reactions, the Alpha rage, the faggot sacrifice, the trust, the Beast, the serenity and peace.

It’s what happens when an Alpha and a faggot fully embrace their natural Hierarchical roles and complement each other so perfectly.

The Faggot And The Cuck

But while Master Ben almost lost control with Jack, he reassumed control over another part of his Empire. You might remember that Master Ben picked up a faggot at a bar and subsequently fucked it in front of its cuckold boyfriend. Master Ben had largely subjugated both of them as his faggots, but he’s been too busy with his primary faggots to pay much attention to the faggot couple.

But then a situation emerged the other night that required Master Ben’s expert direction and influence:

Second main thing to mention is the events with my casual faggot from the club and his cuck ‘boyfriend’. I got a text from him on Monday telling me he missed me and that things had been difficult at home between him and the cuck. Apparently the his boyfriend had been taking his frustration with the situation out on the him, being colder and more aggressive, nothing physical but enough to upset and concern him. I told him not to worry and that I’d come over later that night after work.

When I arrived the fag let me in and immediately hugged me and thanked me for coming over. Something felt off from the moment I stepped into their place, I asked him if he was ok and he said that it had just been difficult putting up with his boyfriend’s mood swings. Apparently there had been a lot of arguing that had gotten quite nasty and yet, other times the cuck was super caring and affectionate. I told him it sounded like his boyfriend was having difficulty with his own emotions and insecurities and was taking it out on him because he didn’t have the balls to confront me. I asked him where the cuck was and he told me he was in the bedroom, apparently when he found out I was coming over he said he wanted nothing to do with it.

I told the fag to wait there and I would go and speak to the cuck and sort it out. Again, to cut a long story short, I spoke with the cuck about his behaviour towards my fag (his ‘boyfriend’) and told him to either get on board with the situation or fuck off but under no circumstances would I allow him to continue to upset and intimidate his boyfriend simply because he couldn’t get over his own inadequacies. He denied that he was insecure and claimed that the faggot was just ‘cheating’ on him and he had every right to be annoyed. I asked him if he saw it as ‘cheating’ then why hadn’t he left or, for that matter, why hadn’t his boyfriend left? I told him that the fag wasn’t cheating on him, it was simply allowing me to take care of an urge that he was unable to satisfy. I told him that his boyfriend needed something more than warm words and romance…he needed to be fucked and used and owned and that those were things he could never do. I asked him whether he was genuinely unhappy with the new arrangement between me and his boyfriend or if he simply felt ashamed that another man had to come in and satisfy his partner because he wasn’t up to the job? I confronted him about my suspecting him of taking the boxers I left there after the last time I fucked the fag and he denied it but his face turned bright red… Essentially I told him to accept his place in this relationship and understand why his boyfriend had submitted to me, I explained that if he got over his own insecurities and pride he would may even find some enjoyment in the situation himself. 

I left the bedroom and sat down with the fag, explained what had been said and told him to get in touch with me straight away if he was worried or scared about his boyfriend. I told him that I’d offered to let the cuck in on some of the fun and assured him that I thought this was only a temporary phase while he adjusted to this new reality. The faggot said he hoped that this hadn’t put me off coming back and apologised for ‘wasting my time’…I told him that from the moment he submitted to me for the first time he became partly my responsibility to care for and look after and that as long as he was prepared to submit I would be there to help him and put him to good use.

After spending a few moments comforting the fag I told him I had to go (my three boys were waiting for me at home) but that I’d be back soon. The following day I got a message from him saying that he and the cuck had spoken about things after I had left and apparently the cuck had broken down in tears and told him that he felt worthless and embarrassed that he’d let me walk into their home and ‘steal’ his boyfriend. The fag told me that he’d assured the cuck that this arrangement could be good for everyone involved and tried to convince him to give it a go without any pre-judgement. At this point the cuck admitted to the fag that he had taken my boxers the other week and that he wanted to be involved and was turned on by the thought of having me come round more often and ‘experiment’ but that it was very confusing for him and he didn’t know how to handle to situation.

I texted the fag back and told him the same thing as I’ve told all my other fags…just let yourselves give in to your urges! The only reason it’s difficult or embarrassing or shameful is because society has told you it should be. I told them to think about it objectively…if something makes you feel good, turns you on or is exciting, what reason is there to deny yourself from enjoying it? If it gives you pleasure then be grateful for that, sit back and enjoy the ride…once you let your inhibitions go for the first time and just embrace your fantasies there is no going back.

I told the fag to talk more openly with the cuck about why he chose to serve me, what if feels like, how he came to realise there was no shame in giving in to your instincts and help him understand that it’s natural and pleasurable rather than shameful or embarrassing. He text back a few days later saying the cuck had stopped being so uptight about things and that he was ‘open’ to exploring the arrangement. I told him I was glad to hear it and that next time I was around I’d be including the cuck in our fun too.

If I’m honest, I’m yet to work out whether the cuck is a beta or a fag but either way I’m confident he’ll come on board with the arrangement soon enough. I know he wants to, he just needs to break down those mental barriers instilled in him by society and go with the flow.

It’s inevitable that Master Ben will take total control of the faggot (if not both of these subs) eventually. Master Ben ‘s effortless navigation through the interpersonal complexities of their relationship and his distillation of the truth at its heart simply shines a light on Master Ben’s superior intuition.

The fact that Master Ben took the time to race over to their house to confront this rebellious cuck in defense of HIS faggot (notice how Master Ben took ownership via language) shows the depth of his commitment to Hierarchical righteousness!

Conclusion

The title “Master” gets bandied around quite a bit, especially in places it really doesn’t belong (like findom). The title isn’t one an Alpha assumes because he feels like a Master.

No, the title is EARNED through ACTION.

Master Ben is a Master because of the way he cares for and cultivates his properties, the way he protects them and leads them to fulfillment. If you are a faggot and you sacrifice yourself, pouring out your life and heart at his feet, Master Ben will reach down, stroke your face, and gaze upon your service with favor and appreciation.

Just the way a god would.