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As I hinted in the last update on Master Ben and his three faggots, Master Ben intended to discuss his plans to cage and collar all three of them this weekend. It was an ambitious move to be sure, but Master Ben’s power grows exponentially every hour. It’s shocking how methodically and thoroughly he has enslaved his three faggots. He has been truly getting into their heads.

Well, almost.

Master Ben’s decision to discuss his collar/chastity plans with his faggots thrilled both Dean and Jack, but newer acquisition Calum balked at the idea of going into chastity.

Here’s Master Ben’s account:

So, as I mentioned the other day Calum let himself down in a big way. I spoke to the fags about caging/collaring them this weekend. Dean and Jack were enthusiastic and thanked me. Dean said that my desire to cage him felt like a reward, recognition for his service, and that it proved that I was as committed to owning him as he is to serving me. Jack told me he would be ‘honoured’ to be collared by me and that he would wear his collar with pride so that everyone could see what he is. 

Calum, on the other hand, rejected the idea of being caged. Initially he tried to decline respectfully (as if that were possible) and thanked me but politely said no. I told him that this wasn’t an offer, I wasn’t giving him a choice, and that he would be caged wether he likes it or not. I told him the very fact he felt it appropriate to speak to me the way he just had and refuse to follow my instruction was proof of why he, more so than the others, needed to be caged. At this point, Calum rebelled and told me that ‘nobody was going to lock his junk away’. 

Both Dean and Jack were trying to talk sense into him, to no avail, but I told them to stop. As I told you when we spoke privately, this was happening in the early hours of the morning, so I decided that full punishment/corrective training should wait until the following day. I put my hand around Calum’s throat, not choking him but enough to let him know who was in charge, made him to look me in the eyes and told him to seriously consider what he was doing and reminded him that he was completely dispensable and that I have no use for faggots in denial. I let go of him, he tried to respond, so I told him to shut up and gave him a firm slap across his cheek. I didn’t want to hurt him but I made sure it would sting, and then told him to get out and to only come back the next day if he was ready to correct his behaviour. Once he’d left, I told Dean and Jack that they were not to speak with Calum until I told them otherwise. Dean left, Jack stayed over and soon after I went to bed. 

I woke up the next morning and went about my day as usual. Around midday I received a text from Calum, apologising for his behaviour the night before and asking for a second chance. I didn’t engage with him, I simply sent him the time I wanted him to be at my place that night said nothing more. I told Calum to arrive later than usual so that Dean and Jack would be there first and I could speak with them about what was happening. That evening I explained to Dean and Jack that I would not tolerate the kind of behaviour Calum has displayed the previous night and that, apologetic or not, Calum needed to be taught a lesson.

Later that evening, Calum arrived (on time) and I told Jack to let him in but that they were both still not to talk to Calum until I said otherwise. Calum entered, stripped off in the hall and then entered the living room and came over to kiss my feet (as I’ve taught all my fags to do when they enter my house). Once he’d greeted me in the correct way he went to move away and kneel by the couch to wait for instructions (as he would usually do) but I told him to stay where he was. I told him to bow before my feet, as though kissing them again, and stay there. I then told him that his behaviour the previous night wouldn’t be tolerated and would not go unpunished. I told him that he was still letting our former friendship get in the way of his submission and service and that he needed to understand the closest relationship he will ever have with me going forward is as Master and fag. I told him that his objections to me caging him were misguided and informed by his delusional belief that, because we used to see each other as friends and equals, he retains some small amount of power in this scenario.

I said to him, “Look at yourself. Naked. Kneeling before me. Head bowed at my feet. Hanging on to every word I say…what about this situation makes you think you have any power at all?”
He responded with “Nothing, Sir”. 

I stood and told him to look up at me, he had tears in his eyes but had managed to keep himself from crying. I took hold of his chin, forced eye contact and said “Exactly, you have no power because you’re what?”

“A faggot, Sir” came the response. Just as it had the first time he knelt before me several weeks ago. I told him to say it again, louder, and he did…and again and again. I asked him what a faggot’s purpose was, “To serve, Sir” came the reply. 

I told him to stand and he did so, though he avoided eye contact, and I took hold of his limp cock and balls and squeezed hard. He flinched and yelped from the pain but I continued to squeeze. I asked him what he thought his cock and balls were good for. 

“Nothing, Sir.”

I let go of his balls and asked him “Whose cock and balls should you be focused on?”, “Whose pleasure should be your main concern?” and “Who’s faggot are you?”…

Each time he replied with “Yours, Sir” and each reply earned him another slap to the balls. By the time we were finished he had tears rolling down his cheeks, I finally asked him “So, given all of that, why shouldn’t your useless junk be caged?”

He was crying at this point, but I pushed him for an answer and he eventually came back with “They should be, Sir”. 

I said “I’m glad we understand each other”. Then I told him that from now on he had no privileges, he was there to be seen and not heard and that he would wouldn’t enjoy my attention or affection again until he’d convinced me that he understood the meaning of obedience and respect. I pulled my socks off, stuffed one in his mouth and blindfolded him with the other and told him to find his way to the corner and stay there until told otherwise. Since Thursday night he’s only been used to clean/do laundry, fetch food/drink etc… and as my urinal. He has not been permitted to speak, to stay the night or to have the privilege of having his holes used by me. Dean and Jack are still not allowed to speak to him and the only time I speak to him is to give him an order. I’ve made sure to make frequent and vocal use of Dean and Jack in front of him, normally I ask my fags to stifle their moans and screams as I’m fucking them but for the last few days I’ve encouraged them to be as vocal as they want, so that Calum can see exactly what he’s giving up. 

I plan to keep him like this for the remainder of the weekend and then cage him on Sunday evening. At that point he either accepts the cage and must gradually work his way back into my good graces, having his privileges restored as he does so, or he can refuse/fight against being caged and he’ll be dismissed… permanently. 

In other, more positive, news today is the day the Jack formally moves in to my place and becomes a full time live-in faggot. It’s a big day for both of us and I’m sure we’ll celebrate accordingly. 

You can hear the disappointment in Master Ben’s words. However, an Apex Alpha like him will always overcome such insecurities and fears in their faggots eventually. Faggots rebel and recoil, but before long the cold of the world that doesn’t accept it begins creeping over them and they begin to accept that being owned and obedient with a Master who does love and protect it might not be so bad.

Calum is fighting for a manhood he never truly possessed. Have a funeral for it and take your natural place at the feet of Master Ben.

If anyone was born to own and use faggots, it’s Master Ben. He seems to have a preternatural understanding of faggots I can only explain through genetics. He’s going to own and command a true Kingdom of faggots someday so bountiful that his feet may never touch the Earth again.

A God Alpha.

Hierarchy Is Truth!

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Apex Alphas have an almost insatiable lust for power. This causes them to take risks and exert their unparalleled influence in order to take whatever they want.

Master Ben is as pure of an Apex Alpha as I’ve ever encountered. In the few scant months since he began to comprehend and embrace his Apex Alphahood, Master Ben has taken complete, live-in ownership of three faggots and also enslaved a cuckold couple of faggots he picked up in a club.

During that glorious run Master Ben has learned much about how a faggot’s mind works, how to ensnare them and break them, and how to properly use them. He also had to learn how to own multiple faggots quite quickly, too. It’s been an exciting time of discovery for Master Ben, followed by breathtaking success.

But Master Ben wants more.

Just got back from work late, came home to find Dean and Calum making me some food and Jack kneeling by the couch ready and waiting to take care of me. Also used my cocksucker at work for the first time today. Going to speak to the fags about collaring/caging them this weekend tonight.

Um, what was that middle part?

You see, Master Ben told me he thought his immediate supervisor, Joe, is a faggot, and that he’d like to have a cocksucker at work to help relieve his frequent in-office erections. I expressed concern that this possible faggot was also his BOSS, and any move to claim it could result in termination. Master Ben seemed adamant, but he stopped talking about it.

But obviously the wheels were still turning in his mind! And then it finally happened:

I’m sure you recall the initial interaction I had with him when I first decided to make him my workplace cocksucker… Well, things continued in the same way since then, me making my needs (or ‘situations’ as he calls them) obvious to him, being less concerned about concealing my bulge or boner, dominating his personal space and becoming gradually less ‘respectful’ and more demanding and abrupt. I needed to take it a bit slower with him, had he been spooked or freaked out he could have ended my career in the middle of his fag panic so I wanted to ease him in.

Today felt like the right time, I was rock hard at my desk so I went along to his office (just a few doors up from mine) walked in, looked him straight in the eye and said ‘You want to help me take care of this?’ he nodded so I told him to wait for me in the toilets. I returned to my office, locked my computer and headed for the toilets, I found him in one of the cubicles told him to get on his knees and undo my trousers then I sat down on the closed toilet seat and told him to get to work. He sucked my cock, swallowed my cum and I got up and left him there.

It was quite a pathetic sight to be honest, seeing my supposedly tough, decisive and high-powered boss (quite high profile in our business too) on his knees at my feet on a dirty bathroom floor. His technique could use some work but he’ll do to blow a load in while at work for now.

Outstanding!

The virtually wordless way Master Ben claimed his boss as his new cocksucker is a masterstroke. In this way nobody could claim there was any coercion or entrapment. This was simply Nature at work between two males at polar opposite ends of the Hierarchical spectrum.

This powerful example illustrates how feeble and worthless modern society’s rules of “proper conduct” are in the face of the undeniable and insurmountable truth of Hierarchy. This truth is fundamental and elemental to human life. Politically-correct hand-wringing and regulations cannot supplant or suppress what is basic within us.

So when an Apex Alpha wants a faggot to serve him, there isn’t anything society can do to stop it. Ever.

So that means Master Ben now has six faggots serving him in various capacities. And he’s just getting started.

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I think one of the bigger hurdles an Alpha faces when he begins to take ownership of faggots are the limiting beliefs he carries into the arrangement. The literal ownership and use of other human beings is such a foreign concept in today’s woke society that Alphas tend to pull back or think small.

There’s absolutely no reason why any Alpha should ever think small. An Alpha can literally have his biggest and most outlandish dreams come true through his faggots. Want a mansion staffed with faggots and a fag-funded supercar in the garage? DONE. Want to travel the world and be served by a worldwide network of faggots? DONE. Absolutely anything an Alpha dreams can come true through the ownership of faggots.

I use these large examples of power to highlight how silly it is for any Alpha to worry about whether they should cage their faggot, or where it should sleep. The faggots will always do what you want. Any Alpha can have it exactly as he wants … he simply needs to embrace that truth in order to truly remake his entire life and the lives of his faggots.

Master Ben was faced with such a question regarding the three faggots he owns. You see, Master Ben has deeper feelings for his first faggot Jack, and was concerned with how to express his love for Jack without upsetting the dynamic with the other two faggots. Again, a limiting belief.

Let’s see how Master Ben resolved it:

As I’ve said before, there’s something special about Jack. Yes, he’s turned out to be an exceptional faggot, but if I’m being honest it’s more than that. We’ve formed such a strong connection in such a short space of time and I don’t feel the same way about him as I do about Dean/Calum. With Dean/Calum I care about them and I support them but there’s a very definite line there between us as Alpha and Fag.

With Jack things are blurred, of course there we both know who’s in charge but I feel much more affectionate toward him. For example, I never really want to kiss or be intimate with Dean and Calum where I do with Jack. I suppose for me the confusion is that only a few months ago I’d have made Jack my boyfriend rather than my fag.

Going off what you know of me thus far, do you think I’d be able to retain control and ensure all my fags are cared for. I think I can. I often take a step back and look at the bigger picture, I know that in acting on my feelings for Jack I’d still be able to give Dean/Cal adequate attention. They still, of course, mean a lot to me and I’d make sure they know that.

I told Master Ben that I thought he was right to just sit the faggots down and explain it to them directly. I reminded him that he’s Alpha, so he can literally do anything he wants with his faggots (see above), so there should be nothing to worry about.

Then Master Ben threw out an additional idea to see what I thought:

Perhaps another course of action is to make Jack a live in faggot. At the moment all three come over often, sometimes spend the night (particularly at weekends) but they all have their own places. If I were to invite Jack to be a live in fag (he’s the most logical choice anyway, given his living arrangements) it would give us the chance to spend more time together without it being detrimental to Dean/Calum’s time with me.

I of course endorsed this wholeheartedly (I had been mentioning this occasionally for a while as Master Ben’s stable grew), and I was pretty thrilled that emotional attachment was making this move possible.

So Master Ben immediately set to work:

I’ve spoken with Jack about what we discussed yesterday. I explained how I felt and how I wanted things to work going forwards, he said he felt the same way and had noticed that I seemed to be closer/more affectionate with him than with the others. I told him that I wanted him to move in on a permanent basis (mutually beneficial in terms of our relationship but also practical for him given his current living arrangements) and he said he would love to move in and thanked me giving him the opportunity.

I’ve explained to him how I want this to work and he’s fully on board with it. I told him that a few months ago I’d have made him my boyfriend (in the traditional sense) but knowing what I know now, that sort of ‘standard’ relationship wouldn’t satisfy or fulfill me and I told him I doubted it would make him feel fulfilled either and he agreed that a ‘normal boyfriends’ dynamic wouldn’t wouldn’t work for us.

Instead I told him he would still serve and submit and I would still be in control and guide him but our relationship would be much more intimate than it had been thus far (and more intimate than my relationships with Dean or Calum). I told him that there would be times I want to breed and cunt him but there will also be times where I would be more tender and intimate when we have sex, or even just kissing etc… He said that sounded perfect and that he understood that his purpose was to serve and please me and that he’d follow my lead in all things and never get to the point where he was expectant or presumptuous.

He also suggested he would take on more domestic duties, as a partner normally would etc… This is all totally new territory for both of us so I told him we’d see how things go and not make any firm commitments just yet. I am very impressed and very proud of him. I was worried that he would see this as me trying to switch to a more conventional boyfriend and boyfriend situation and feel like everything we’ve worked on over the last few weeks was no longer relevant but instead he’s able and willing to fulfill both sides of my needs and desires.

I was so proud of my faggot brother Jack here! He put Master’s needs and wants first and embraced his true role as a special possession of Master Ben.

Then Master Ben sat down with his other two faggots, Dean and Calum:

I spoke with Dean and Calum. Both responded well and said it made sense for one of them to live in with me. I told them that nothing will change between me and them, if anything they’ll get more focus and attention when they’re with me. I also told them that, although they both said they were fine with it, it’s likely that they will feel some jealousy etc…at some point in the future and that’s natural. The important thing is that they speak about it and tell me and we can address it as and when it comes up. I expect there’ll be a few bumps along the way but I’ll deal with that. Strike the right balance between giving them the attention they need and maintaining their discipline, making sure that they continue to understand my needs come before their own.

This new arrangement Master Ben is instituting will prove to be a turning point in his life. It’s so important for an owner of faggots to embrace the role by making them live-in fags. When that happens, a Man becomes a true Master, someone responsible for the very lives he controls. It’s no longer about sexual trysts or some kink – it’s real, everyday life.

Master Ben has progressed so spectacularly over the last couple of months! The mansion with the ten faggots serving him might not be far away!

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I don’t have much of a desire to understand what it’s like to be Alpha except for one thing: I’d love to experience Alpha mentorship. The training of other Alphas and the brotherhood they experience is beyond anything I receive as a faggot. As a student of Hierarchy and the teaching that happens here, I get just enough of a taste of this natural mentorship to make me wish I could experience the fullness of it.

The latest example of Alpha mentorship might be my favorite. Recently I mentioned that Master Ben had a straight Alpha friend named Ciaran who had been introduced to the ownership of faggots and had made a move on a gym faggot as an experiment. So to help his Alpha friend Master Ben proposed a get together in order to test this gym faggot, but also to teach Alpha Ciaran the finer points of faggot ownership.

It went better than either Master Ben or I could possibly imagine:

So, I had one of my mates, Ciaran, around to mine on Friday night with his new, prospective, faggot. As I said, he had noticed the fag checking him out at the gym for a while but over the last few weeks, after I’d introduced him to Dean and the concept of faggot ownership, that he began to wonder if this guy was a fag. He text me and told me about their interaction so far and asked me what I thought about the situation, he was unsure whether the guy from the gym was a faggot or just a gay guy looking to take advantage. Apparently, after weeks of this guy checking him out, Ciaran decided to go over to him and ask him if he liked what he saw on the gym floor and the fag said that he did. Long story short they finished their workout together (more detail on this later) and he ended up asking the fag if he’d be interested in sucking his dick sometime and, of course, the faggot agreed. He told me that he’d had one blowjob from the fag but that he still wasn’t comfortable with the situation and was still uncertain about whether the guy was a faggot or just a gay guy looking for some straight dick. I told him that it’s possible that the bloke is just gay and trying his luck but it’s more likely to be a fag. Anyway, I told him to come over to mine on Friday night and arrange to have the fag from the gym come over too, a little after he arrived so we’d have time to talk about it. 

Anyway, Ciaran arrived on Friday and told me he told the guy from the gym to come over in about an hours time. I had Dean and Jack there, I told Calum to stay away as I don’t think he’s ready for the others to know he’s serving me now, and the two of them brought us some beers and then went off and made themselves busy around the house while we talked. I asked him in more detail about their interaction at the gym to see if there were any clear signs of submission, rather than simple attraction, on the part of the ‘fag’. He told me that the faggot had looked scared when he saw my mate heading in his direction and was reluctant to maintain eye contact when they were talking (clue 1), Ciaran had asked him if he liked what he saw and the fag nodded and said he did so Ciaran invited the fag to work out with him. I asked about the fag’s behaviour and demeanour. Was the fag confident when working out in front of him? Was he acting how you’d expect someone to act whilst working out…focused, pumped, aggressive/psyched? Did the fag make conversation or speak only when spoken to? etc…. My mate said that the fag hadn’t done any of those things, after their initial chat the faggot hadn’t initiated any conversation but happily replied when my mate addressed him, the fag seemed to have abandoned his own work out and was essentially just following my mate around the gym, spotting him and passing him his towel/water etc… (clue 2). My mate said the fag seemed intimidated and nervous when he was pumping himself up which is not entirely unusual, even in non-fag gay guys when around straight men, but taken with this guy’s other behaviour it was very telling. So I told him that, based on what he’d said about their impromptu work-out session, it was pretty clear that the guy was a fag. I then went on to ask about the blowjob and how it all went down (pardon the pun). He told me that once he’d finished working out he headed to the changing rooms he asked the fag if he’d be interested in sucking his dick, the fag agreed almost straight away with no hint of nervousness, before they exchanged numbers went their separate ways. A few days later Ciaran text the fag about mid-day and asked if he wanted to come over that night, the fag replied almost immediately and asked where/what time. The fag turned up on time to my mate’s place and Ciaran said there was very little conversation, being a straight guy he said he felt uncomfortable with the idea of getting his dick sucked by another guy and didn’t want to have to sit and ‘chill’ with the fag before they got down to business. The fag arrived, Ciaran let him in, and they pretty much got straight too it. My mate said that he’d given the fag instructions while he was being blown and had finished off by holding the fag’s head down and shooting his load down the fag’s throat (with no complaints from the fag) and then he told the fag to leave. Short, sweet and to the point…
So at this point it was pretty clear that the guy was a faggot and I told my mate as much but he said he wasn’t sure because he hadn’t acted like Dean or Jack do for me. I explained to him that faggots have a deep urge to submit and serve superior men but they don’t come pre-programmed (in most cases), I told him that fags needed to be trained and guided by the Men that use/own before they get to the stage that Dean and Jack are at. I asked him how comfortable he was with the idea of using faggots and how willing he was to dedicate time and energy training and caring for a fag (or faggots) in the future. He sort of misunderstood what I was talking about and thought I was talking about forming a relationship (in the typical sense) with the fag and said he wasn’t interested in ‘being with a guy’. I explained to him what I mean by dedicating time and energy to your fags, that its not about romance, wooing them or anything like that (their own urges render all of that irrelevant) but instead its about teaching them respect, discipline. I also made clear that there is a certain level of responsibility that comes with using and, in particular, owning faggots…as an Alpha/Master it is your responsibility to make sure your fags are safe and well (mentally and physically) and that they aren’t pushing themselves too far or putting themselves at risk and explained the concept of aftercare with to him. I explained that, in addition to the satisfaction of having a fag submit to you as an Alpha, part of the utility of faggots is that they can generally be taken further and used more roughly/frequently than women (for straight Alphas) or other non-fag gay men (for gay alphas) and because of that you usually need to spend some time building up a certain level of trust before and spend time on aftercare so that you don’t end up burning your faggot out or essentially end up abusing them (intentionally or otherwise). Hearing all of this I think my mate had started to think owning fag’s was more trouble than it’s worth and he was voicing his reservations about whether he wanted to get into that sort of stuff. 

I told him that hearing it all laid out and explained makes it sound a lot more involved/tedious than it actually is. I assured him that in most cases (or at least, for me) all of that happened quite organically, I told him that once a faggot submits to you and/or you take ownership of them it changes both the faggot and the Alpha. It’s not a burden to have to guide and care for your fags, it’s just like taking ownership of any other kind of valuable item/property…you feel protective of it/them and want to look after them well. He said that he’d already had a blowjob from the fag and that he didn’t feel any of that (which amused me a little bit) and I explained that getting a blowjob (even from a fag) does not equate having the fag submit to you. I said that the fag obviously wanted to submit to him but that he hadn’t given the fag the chance yet, he hadn’t signaled himself as being open to the fag’s submission and that sometimes faggots need a little push/permission to fully give in to their urges. I explained how I’d taken ownership of Dean and Jack (obviously couldn’t yet talk about Calum) and said that he could do the same thing that evening with his own fag and that, once he did, he’d understand what I meant. So he agreed to go along with it and I gave him a few pointers, mainly the methods that had worked for me but also encouraging him to change his own mindset. I told him that if he was skeptical or uncertain about what he wanted the faggot probably wouldn’t respond. Of course, the fag would still probable suck him off etc… but I doubt the faggot would truly submit to him as an Alpha, who is supposed to be confident and secure in his needs and desires. After all, if you don’t know what you yourself want and need, how can you expect to guide and teach a fag? I suspected that my mate did indeed know what he wanted, he just needed to break down the mental barrier he had about using another guy (I don’t know if this is something all straight Alphas go through, perhaps they work through it when they’re younger and just starting to test their influence etc…?). I told him, for the purposes of the evening, to not think of the fag as a guy but rather a piece of property, a hole…over time, with the fags submission secured, the more nurturing and caring aspects of Alphahood would come naturally. 

Anyway, the faggot turns up on time and my mate lets him in and tells him to come through to the living room. As I said I’d given him a few pointers and told him what had worked for me with my fags but I had told him that once the fag arrived it would be down to him to take the reigns and make it happen. He brought the fag in and told it to get down on it’s knees in front of the couch where we were both sat, he introduced the fag to me and then told the faggot that from now on he’d address both of us as ‘Sir’ and the fag responded with a “Yes, Sir”. He told the faggot to get undressed and after a little bit of hesitation, and with a little encouragement from me (for both Ciaran and the fag), my mate repeated his instruction more firmly and the faggot began to strip. The fag got down to his underwear and stopped, I would have told it to take them off but I looked over at Ciaran and he seemed to be satisfied to leave the fag’s underwear on (possibly still not fully comfortable having another guy naked in front of him), so I left it. Ciaran stood up and undid his trousers, grabbed the back of the fag’s head and shoved his bulge into the fag’s face and asked the fag is he like it. The fag nodded and said “Yes”…I prompted them both with a “Yes WHAT?…” and the fag replied with “Yes, Sir”. I told him to say it louder, and he did so I told him he was a good boy. It was at that point Ciaran when off the rails a bit…he tried to cut out all of the training and go straight to getting his dick sucked. He pulled out his dick and told the fag to start sucking. I stood up and faced him, the fag on the floor between us, and told him to remember what we had talked about in terms of training, that jumping straight to using the fag’s holes wouldn’t get him any further forwards. I took hold of the fag’s hair and made him look at my mates dick and asked “You want that?” the fag just nodded so I told him to answer me, he replied with “Yes, Sir”, and then I told him he’d have to work for it. I shouted for Jack to come through and told him to get on his knees in front of me and told my mate we’d do it together. 

From that point on, the night went similarly to the evenings I spent breaking in my three fags. Getting the fags to admit what they were, admit who owned them etc… (of course, for Jack this was just a chance for him to perform and show off what a good faggot he is). I started off by ‘training’ Jack and letting Ciaran follow along with his own faggot before gradually taking a back seat and letting him take the reigns again. He made his faggot admit its inferiority, made sure the fag was looking at/listening to him rather than me and eventually started picking up on the importance of the smaller details such as being addressed as ‘Sir’, ensuring eye-contact etc… As the evening progressed, the fag grew more comfortable and confident in its surroundings and Ciaran gradually began to feel what I’d described to him earlier in the evening. As his confidence grew, I think he started to realise how simple the whole process really is and, more importantly, how good it feels. Once that feeling of satisfaction kicked in and he started to get turned on not just by the prospect of getting his dick sucked but by the process of breaking down and controlling/training the fag he became a bit more comfortable with the situation and I think the mental block he had about using other guys sexually had started to break down. Eventually he, unprompted, had the fag kiss his feet and thank him for the opportunity. Eventually we both ended up sat back on the couch, Jack had followed me over and was sat by my feet (as I’ve taught him) and Ciaran beckoned for his fag to crawl over to him and then we both got our dicks sucked, side by side, by our respective fags. He shot his load down the fag’s throat, I told Jack to hang back and came on my stomach/chest and got him to lick/kiss it off me. I suppose there will always be some key differences in the way Gay and Straight Alphas use their fags, I don’t mind having my fags show me a little extra affection but I think, at least for the time being, Ciaran prefers to keep the more affectionate/intimate aspects of owning/using fags at arms length. 

I asked Ciaran if he wanted another beer, he said he did, so I gestured at his fag with my eyes hinting to him that this was a small opportunity to reaffirm that his fag’s service was not limited to just sexual acts. He got the hint and told his fag to bring us the beers from the kitchen, while the fag was fetching the beers I told my mate to stay the night (it was quite late and he’d had a bit to drink) and we could chill together and continue to train/use the fags. I wanted him to start getting used to having his faggot around so he could continue to overcome those mental blocks that were making him uncomfortable being served by a male fag and also realise that the use of faggots doesn’t have to only be sexual. He agreed and when his fag came back with the beers he asked it if he was able to stay, the faggot agreed and thanked both my mate and me for allowing him to stay over. I told Jack to go and get Dean, make up the guest bedroom and then come back to the living room. While Jack and Dean were off sorting the guest room out I ordered some food, plenty for me and Ciaran to enjoy with some spare for the fags. I had to go for a piss and when I came out of the bathroom, Ciaran was standing outside the door, he said wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing with the fag now that he’d throat-fucked it. I again reiterated the importance of bonding and forming a connection with your faggots, how it strengthens their loyalty and commitment to you, how it encourages both Alpha and Fag to look beyond the purely sexual and discover new ways of serving/being served etc… and again stressed the importance of aftercare (even if the fuck wasn’t that rough) showing the faggot it’s cared for and appreciated increases it’s dedication to you and the fulfilment it feels from serving you. I told him to just chill, stop overthinking things, and see what happens. 

When we got back to the living room, Dean and Jack were coming down the stairs. I moved from where I had been sitting to the other couch so we all had some space, I invited Jack up to sit with me as reward for doing so well in front of my mate and his fag, picking up on what I wanted him to do without me needing to explain earlier on, and he lay down with his head nestled in my lap. Dean knelt down next to me, I told him he’d been a good boy for happily getting on with some housework whilst the rest of us had been busy in the living room, and I gave him permission to worship my feet and give me a foot rub which he did with enthusiasm. Ciaran’s fag was still just sat by his feet, so I encouraged him to make use of the fag. Ciaran kicked off his shoes and told his faggot to worship his feet too, and thats how we spent the rest of the night…a fag each at our feet, Jack cuddled into me on the couch, as we watched a movie. When the food came I told Jack to go to the door and then set it out for us on the coffee table, Dean asked how much it was and reimbursed me, and then me and Ciaran ate and drank our beers as the fags continued with their tasks. I told Dean and Jack to help themselves to the food once I’d had my fill, my mate followed my lead and let his fag do the same. After a few hours relaxing with our fags we went to bed,  Dean and Jack came up to my room with me and slept curled up on either side of me. I didn’t know how Ciaran would handle the sleeping arrangements for his fag but I found out in the morning he’d let the fag sleep on the floor (with a blanket and pillow) next to the his bed in the guest room. 

The rest of the weekend went very well. I think having slept on  Friday night’s events and waking up to a full breakfast on Saturday morning, cooked, prepared and served by Dean and Jack, may have helped Ciaran to realise just what he was missing by holding himself back. Pretty much the whole of Saturday and Sunday was spent chilling out, having a few drinks, watching TV/movies, gaming whilst being served by our fags. As the weekend progressed Ciaran got more and more comfortable giving his fag orders, letting his fag worship his feet and take care of his dick etc… On Saturday night I bred both Dean and Jack on the couch in the living room as Ciaran throat-fucked his faggot. Sunday afternoon was the peak of the weekend, after having quite a few drinks throughout the day both me and Ciaran were pretty drunk and I suggested we try out each others fags. He agreed, so I ordered Dean and Jack to take care of him and he told his fag to come over to me. I throat fucked the fag a couple of times throughout the afternoon, it spent some time worshipping my feet, cleaning my pits with his tongue and made sure my drink was always topped up. Of course, needless to say, my boys took very good care of my Ciaran, giving him a taste of what he can look forward to if he trains his fag(s) well. Sunday ended with Ciaran’s fag and Dean spending some time together, tidying the place up after the weekend’s events whilst me and Ciaran fucked Jack upstairs. This was the first time I’d shared my fags, I found that I can’t ever just completely give them over to another Alpha (even temporarily) though they did a great job servicing my mate earlier in the day I found myself feeling very protective, almost like Ciaran was violating them (even though I’d given my permission). However tag-teaming Jack with Ciaran was amazing, Jack being the excellent faggot that he is made sure we were both well attended to but having another Alpha involved was great. Almost as though everything was happening with added intensity, like there was a competitive edge, both of us subconsciously butting heads with each other to come out on top. I was breeding Jack’s hole and Ciaran was fucking Jack’s throat, seeing Jack between us both was incredibly hot, though I did feel a little sorry for him after the fact…it really wiped him out but I think he enjoyed himself, he was very grateful to me after the fact.

In the end, Ciaran and his fag didn’t end up leaving until Monday morning. He has said he intends to meet up regularly with his fag to use its holes and further its training, though he still says he’s not sure about officially making him his owned faggot (I suspect that will change). My two boys did very well this weekend and I’m very proud of how they’ve progressed.  We’ll see what happens with Ciaran and his fag going forward…who knows? 

How great is this experience? It’s a weekend that has possibly changed everything about Master Ciaran’s life, as well as the gym faggot. Over the course of three days Master Ciaran went from a straight Alpha consumed only with lust and convenience to a true owner and developer of his own faggot. As Master Ben points out, the transformation became obvious over the course of Saturday in particular. What that tells me is Master Ciaran came over to Master Ben’s place with an open mind ready to learn and improve. That’s huge.

I really must give credit to Master Ben and his two faggots. Jack and Dean humbled themselves and obeyed perfectly, laying the template of ideal ownership for Master Ciaran to emulate. And Master Ben’s clever manipulations helped spoon-feed Master Ciaran important lessons on how to care for a personal faggot.

It’s beautiful. Can you see why I wish I could experience it from the Alpha perspective?

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

There are several ongoing stories happening on the site right now, a couple of which involve young Apex Alphas discovering the use of faggots and growing a Kingdom of owned slaves. It’s been jaw-dropping to witness how readily these Alphas accept the use of faggots and their role in owning and training them. I use the phrase “natural-born Alpha” often here, but what else can I say? These Alphas take to their role so instantly that they almost seem hypnotized.

Of the major storylines currently on the site, none thrill me more than Master Ben’s. In just a couple of months Master Ben has enslaved three faggots, has hunted and caught a feral club faggot and its boyfriend, and has been seeking a cocksucker at work to service him during the hours he can’t be breeding his personal faggots. He seems intent on taking over the world, and he might just be powerful enough to do it.

But what I really love about Master Ben is the methodical nature of his ownership of lesser humans, faggot or not. He has simply come to realize that this is the life he was always meant to live, and nothing is going to prevent him from attaining everything he wants.

Master Ben sent me a massive update on three different parts of his growing Kingdom. First up, an update on the training and grooming of his faggots:

Plenty to update you on over the last week. Update on my three loyal fags, another visit with the club faggot and his cuck boyfriend and progress in finding a cocksucker to use whilst I’m at work.
Dean and Jack are really coming into their own, I think the longer they serve the more in tune they get with me and my needs. It’s a bit like when you go to buy a suit, you can either settle for an ‘off the shelf’ suit which is satisfactory (it’ll do the job) or you can buy bespoke and have your suit hand-crafted and tailored to your body, needs and desires. I see faggot ownership in a similar way. When Dean came to me he needed training, Jack had the basics mastered already, and both served me satisfactorily in the beginning. Over time, it feels like through their continued interaction with me and as we’ve grown closer as Master and Fags they have changed from being ‘off the shelf’ faggots to bespoke fags tailored to my personal wants and needs (if I can stretch the analogy). In the beginning they did what they thought a stereotypical fag should do, they thought of themselves (Dean in particular) as worthless and pathetic. Though they followed my instructions obediently they were operating based primarily on the information and content produced in simple dom/fetish circles rather than true Alpha/faggot ownership. Over time, they have both matured and aged like fine wines and now their service feel much more personal to me, they’re more intuitive and in-tune with my likes/dislikes, needs and desires etc… Calum hasn’t yet reached that stage, having only really been broken a week or so ago, but he is now at the same level as Dean was when he first came to me. It is my expectation that, given a few more weeks, Calum too will perfect his skills and service and raise himself up to the level of his two faggot brothers. I don’t know if this is typical of Alphas and their faggots but I have to admit, I already see Jack as my favourite. He came to me as a skilled, self-aware faggot and has, with my guidance and influence, developed into an exceptional one. I feel we have a closer connection then I do with either Dean or Calum (though I have close connections with them too). 

I’m still encouraging my fags to bond with one another by spending time with each other, without me being there, to discuss how they’re feeling, share tips and ideas etc… I’ve found it to be effective and beneficial for the fags, who have managed to comfort and reassure one another and also felt more confident to bring worries and suggestions to my attention, but also for myself. Giving them the opportunity to talk amongst them selves and spend time with each other has led to a few nice surprises where they co-ordinated their efforts to put on a particularly nice day/evening for me or pooled their resources to buy me a gift or even just to work to each other’s strengths to ensure their service is a seamless as possible. I also encourage bonding whilst they’re serving me. I try to make sure each fag gets their fair share of my attention based on how well they’ve behaved and performed, I often get them to work together to service my cock, feet and pits. The other day I had Jack servicing my cock (he’s by far the best cocksucker out of the three), kneeling in between my legs, whilst Dean and Calum were worshiping one foot each. When I came I ordered Jack to take my load in his mouth but not to swallow, I then instructed him to share my cum with his fag brothers and allowed them to kiss and swap my cum between them so they all got a taste. I don’t know what its like for straight alphas but I enjoy seeing my fags interact sexually with each other…I don’t allow them to touch their own (or each others) clits or any form of penetration/oral sex. Instead I often have them share my load between them or have them show each others bodies off for me, showing their holes/ass off and lubing each other up ready to take my dick. They know what they’re forbidden from doing and they know not to indulge themselves without my permission but I’ve found allowing them to interact with each other sexually in a limited way, under my supervision, has massively helped them bond and provides a nice show for me to enjoy in the process.

Can you see how Master Ben is teaching his faggots even in subtle ways? For instance, his insistence on having his faggots spend time together is helping them develop a sense of play in their service and a sense of camaraderie among the faggots in his stable. Not only does it help his faggots recover better after use, but also encourages them to focus on Master Ben and not each other.

Next is an update on the club faggot and its beta cuck boyfriend. The way Master Ben described his initial encounter with this couple, it was pretty clear he was eventually coming back for more. But if you thought Master Ben humiliated the cuck boyfriend the first time, that was nothing compared to what he did when he returned for more:

As far as my ongoing use of the club faggot (Matthew) and his cuck ‘boyfriend’ (Lewis), I went over to his place again on Monday. I could make him come to me but to be honest fucking the faggot in his own home, in the bed he shares with his beta bitch boyfriend, with the cuck watching/listening to his boyfriend getting bred is what I find most appealing about this fag. I text him and told him to make sure he was free that night and told him to get some beers/food, telling him I’d be coming round to his place after work. He replied with a ‘Yes, Sir!” and then later that afternoon text me that he’d taken the afternoon off to prepare himself (I assume he’s talking about douching) and to make sure everything is ready for me arriving later that day, telling me how excited he was. I’m not treating this fag the same as I do my owned fags, partly because he’s just a bit of fun at the moment rather than someone I’m committed to owning and training and also because, as I said, a large part of the appeal for me is seeing the effect my involvement is having on the fag and the cuck’s relationship. Makes my dick hard watching the cuck sit there powerless as I take his place not only as the man who gets to fuck his boyfriend but also as the man who enjoys the fag’s affections. If I’m honest I’m pursuing this for the pleasure I get from fucking with the cuck’s mind as much as I am for the faggot itself. I headed straight over to his place after work and he opened the door before I even had a chance to knock. He greeted me by telling me he was glad I’d decided to come over again, still addressing me as ‘Sir’. I saw the beta boyfriend sitting on the couch, watching my every move, so I grabbed the back of the fags head and pulled him in full force to kiss him making sure to turn so the cuck could see us making out. After a couple of minutes I broke it off and grabbed his chin see he was looking in my eyes and asked him if he’d liked me kissing him…”Yes, Sir” he replied. I said “You know you’re a very lucky boy, right?” he nodded and replied “Yes, Sir” again. I told him he was a good boy and lightly slapped his cheek and then walked straight past him into the living room (with him following me like a puppy) where the boyfriend was sat on the couch. I saw he was glaring at me so I said “Problem?”, he shook his head. I replied “Good, now move so I can sit down”, he continued to glare at me before the fag intervened and told him to get up and bring some beers and snacks from the kitchen. I sat down in his place and patted the cushion next to me for the fag to join me and put my arm around him and my feet up on the coffee table. The fag cuddled in to me and the boyfriend returned with beers and food, handing me a bottle I told him to leave the others on the table next to me and helped myself to the food. The cuck settled himself on an armchair across the room as me and his boyfriend chatted, I was feeding the fag snacks and he was thanking me and running his hands all over me. 

After we’d eaten and the fag had had a little fun kissing and feeling me up I asked him who was the better kisser, me or his boyfriend…”You, Sir”, so I asked him to repeat it louder so his boyfriend could hear. “And who fucks you the best?” I asked, “You did, Sir” came the reply…I continued to ask questions and comments designed to mind-fuck the fag and humiliate the fucking beta bitch sat in the corner. Eventually, I asked him ‘Why are you even with him them?” (a valid question seeing as the cuck obviously isn’t fulfilling the fag’s needs and the fag itself is way out the the cuck’s league in terms of looks) he told me that he loved his boyfriend and that’s why he was with him. So I challenged him further, “Why…he can’t kiss, he can’t fuck, he’s not much of a looker…does he have money?” I asked. It was funny to watch the fag struggle to answer, obviously rethinking a few things at that point, I just laughed it off to save the fag the bother of answering and instead told him to get on his knees. By that point I was getting hard, having the fag’s adoring hands all over me and seeing his pathetic cuck of a boyfriend sitting there too weak to stop him, so I took off my suit jacket and undone my trousers and pulled the fag’s head down into my crotch letting him inhale the stench of a long day at work. The boyfriend had turned away at this point but I’m sure he heard the fag’s little moans. I stood up and took my trousers off completely and threw my boxers over at the boyfriend before sitting back down and inviting the fag to take care of my cock. The cuck was trying not to look but every now and then I could see him glancing over at us before turning away again when he saw me watching him. I made sure I was especially vocal with my instructions to the fag and moaning and grunting etc… the fag is a good cocksucker but I wanted to make sure the cuck could hear exactly what was happening, even if he managed to restrain himself from watching. After a while of getting my dick sucked, I told the fag to hop up on my lap and take my dick in his hole and he obliged. I’ll give the fag credit, he rode my dick well, moaning about how big I was, asking me to fuck him harder, he even started calling me Daddy which was a bit of a turn on. The cuck was watching us by this point, so I made sure to make eye contact with him as I was thrusting into his boyfriends hole…he didn’t seem to mind as he didn’t make any attempt to turn away this time. Eventually I blew my load into the fags hole and he ended up cumming on my stomach so I made him lick it up before getting him to clean off my cock. I told the boyfriend to go and get us a towel to clean ourselves up and then me and the fag just chilled out on the couch for a bit, drinking a few beers having some more food, he curled up into me with my arm around him and I had my feet up and we just relaxed and chatted while the his boyfriend sat quietly across the room.

After a while I needed to take a piss so I told the fag to follow me to the bathroom, I told him to get into the shower and open his mouth. I took a piss down his throat, he managed to take most of it but once he started spilling I just pissed all over him, and then patted him on the head, told him he’d been a good boy and said ‘We’ll be doing this again sometime soon” and then I left him there in the bathroom, covered in my piss, and returned to the living room, got dressed (deliberately left my boxers behind on the floor near the cuck), gave the cuck a wink and then headed home.

I text the fag yesterday to ask if he’d found the present I’d left for him (the used boxers), he said he hadn’t seen them so I suggested that he speak to his boyfriend…clearly he was more into me than he wanted either of us to know, swiping my used boxers for his own enjoyment behind the fag’s back. I haven’t heard back from him so I assume the talk went well and they’re both a bit happier with our arrangement…either that or they’re not talking with each other. Either way, I’m sure the fag will be ready and willing for round three…who knows, maybe the cuck will want a taste himself?

What a masterpiece of humiliation and power! The callous, wanton cruelty displayed by Master Ben is pretty breathtaking, I must say. He expertly dismantled their entire relationship in the course of one evening, reducing it to ashes and then fucking the faggot on top of the ruins. How does that failed relationship survive after that?

(By the way, it was an especially clever touch to leave the boxers behind to see if the cuck would steal them! Nice test!)

And finally, an update on Master Ben’s search for an at-work cocksucker. This is something that Master Ben has been talking about a lot with me in texts, and I was a bit worried about the approach in a work situation like his.

But of course, I had no reason to fear. Master Ben has it under control:

As far as finding a cocksucker to use at work I mentioned I was 99% certain one of the managers was a faggot so I decided to test my theory yesterday. I was at my desk with a raging boner, the manager’s office is just two doors up the corridor, so I picked decided to take a walk. I went into his office, didn’t knock just walked in, and addressed him by his first name (not the done thing in my profession) and presented him with one a document that (for the purposes of my little experiment) needed his approval. I walked right up to his desk, the outline of my boner very obvious from his vantage point, and casually chatted about work, seeing him notice my bulge, before pausing and asking “Is everything Ok, you seen like you’re distracted?”. He got himself very flustered and just nodded towards my hard-on, I smiled at him and simply said “Oh yeah, guess I’m a bit worked up today…that’s not a problem is it?”, he shrugged and looked at my boner again before saying “Sorry for staring, it’s just hard to miss”. I laughed and agreed with him, walked around his desk so his head was level with my crotch, paused for a moment, and then took the document wallet from him and said…”Thanks for looking things over…I’m gonna go take care of this now, I’ll be back in fifteen if you need me”, grabbed my bulge in front of him and then turned around and left. Suspicions confirmed….faggot detected. I didn’t push too far on day 1, ultimately if this guy freaks it could be my job on the line, but I’m pretty certain from the way he reacted, his comments and the fact he didn’t object to me walking into his office unannounced with  my hard cock showing through my trousers that he’ll be a willing throat for me to use with a little more coaxing.

This morning, as he passed my office he stuck his head around the door and joked about me taking as many breaks as I needed to deal with any ‘situations that may arise’ (his words), I looked him in the eyes and said ‘Don’t worry, I’ll let you know”. Next time I think I’ll be able to take his throat out for a spin…see what we’re working with. 

For me, this part of Master Ben’s update is quite important. It shows Master Ben wielding his tremendous power in familiar, financially-crucial parts of his life. Many experienced Alphas don’t try this.

But it just goes to show that Master Ben is at a point in his development where he’s brash and supremely confident, draped in a cloak of invincibility, and ready to challenge all conventions. He’s just coming to truly realize that anything is possible when you’re an Apex Alpha.

As Nature intended.

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!

Over the last month or so we’ve witnessed the rise of a tremendously powerful Apex Alpha named Master Ben. It’s been stunning to witness firsthand. The claiming and training of faggots Dean and Jack by this new Master hasn’t been easy, but on the other hand it has been the easiest thing ever because Master Ben was born to do this.

If you’ve been following this thread, you already know the methodical, Terminator-like precision of Master Ben’s process of capturing, breaking, and training faggots. This is stuff that can’t be taught, man. An Alpha either has it or he doesn’t.

But in Master Ben’s case, he not only has it, he’s purchased the fucking trademark for it.

So lately I’ve been telling you about Master Ben’s identification and subsequent enslavement of a long-time friend who he suspected was a faggot-in-hiding. Sure enough, he was right.

But this former friend (who I can now name, Calum) still needed to be broken and trained. Thankfully for Calum, he’s now owned by one of the most natural Alpha Masters anywhere in the world.

So let the breaking begin:

So as you know my newest faggot, Calum (the ex-friend), had his first real training with me about a week ago and it went well, though I did say I didn’t think he’d fully accepted his new diminished status as my faggot rather than my equal. After almost nightly training sessions over the last week I think we’ve finally made that all important breakthrough. It was more difficult or, rather, more complex to break Calum than it was to break either Dean or Jack. With fags Dean and Jack they both came to me knowing what they were and aware of their need to serve, Jack needed practically no training at all and Dean only really needed an initial session to break him in and after that it was simply a case of boosting his confidence. With Calum neither of these things were true, he had never thought of himself as submissive before I introduced him to fag Dean a few weeks ago. He had never submitted to another man sexually, not even as ‘role-play’ in the bedroom, and was quite resistant to the idea despite it being obvious to me that, subconsciously, the chance to submit and be guided by a stronger, superior man was what he truly needed. I’d go so far as to say I didn’t really need to break fags Dean and Jack, only guide them into accepting what they already knew. With Calum it was a definite breaking in of a newly realised faggot.

Most of our sessions over the last week ran much like the previous meeting I told you about in my last email with a few elements from Dean and Jack’s training added in to help. Each morning I’d text to tell him to come over, what time I wanted him there and if I wanted him to bring/do anything before arriving. He arrives on time, comes in and takes off his clothes and then greets me by kissing my feet (just as my other fags have been taught to do) and then kneels and awaits further instructions. The first few days didn’t run that smoothly, of course, he was still unsure what I expected of him, reluctant to be naked in front of me and the fags and still to proud to automatically kneel before me and kiss my feet on arrival. I was a lot more physical and forceful with Calum than I was with the other two, in the first few days when he refused or resisted my instructions I would take hold of his hair and pull his head back see he was looking me in the eyes and repeat my instructions. Occasionally, he’d get a few slaps across the face (nothing that would hurt but firm enough that he knew I wasn’t joking) for his disobedience. On days where he’d been difficult, that would set the tone for the evening and I made a point to use his holes more roughly and made good use of fags Dean and Jack in front of him, making him sit and watch in silence knowing that, had he been better behaved, it could have been him receiving my attention. As the week went on it Calum become more and more obedient, taking needing less encouragement/instruction in order to arrive, strip and greet me correctly. He became more open to worshipping my feet and servicing me as some of his internal barriers (pride, shame etc…) began to fade. Most of the nights followed the same pattern, he’d arrive and greet me in the correct way. I’d stand over him (as I did with Dean and Jack) force eye contact and get him to admit his faggot nature and admit that he was now owned by me, after that sometimes he was given chores/errands to do around the house and other times he’d be lucky enough to be allowed to worship me. The evenings always ended with my busting a load(s), if he’d been good I’d use Calum’s mouth and throat and if not I’d make him watch as Dean and/or Jack got to service me instead.

Seeing the progress Calum had made over the last week I decided he was ready to be bred for the first time, partly as a reward for his progress and partly to cement my ownership of him going forwards. Honestly, breeding Calum was sensational. I think it was a combination of things….firstly, breeding your owned fags feels amazing to start with, then there was the sense of satisfaction I felt at having conquered my toughest challenge yet (Jack was a breeze and Dean needed more encouragement than he did breaking-in) and finally the fact that we used to be friends and once thought of each other as equals and now he was just another faggot ready to submit and serve. All of those things made last night particularly satisfying for me, in fact judging by Calum’s reaction I’d say it was a pretty good experience for him too. I think I cunted him…almost excessive moaning/wailing (literally sounded like a woman), hands-free orgasm, seemed like he was fading in and out of a dream state before he finally just collapsed onto the couch as I pounded him (though he didn’t lose consciousness). All in all I’d say he’s now just as obedient and respectful as Fag Dean. We did have a minor incident between Calum and Dean mid-week where Dean had tried to tell Calum what I normally expected of my fags when they enter my house (he was simply trying to help Calum adjust and impress) and Calum saw it as Dean trying to order him around. I was in the living room and had heard Dean whispering advice to Calum (feeling proud that he was trying to help Calum the way Jack had helped him) and he was completely respectful and genuine but Calum reacted badly, telling Dean to go fuck himself and telling him he was just a faggot and that he should take his own advice and learn his place. At that point I stepped in and told Calum to watch his mouth, he tried to protest/defend his actions but I cut him off and told him that Dean was just trying to help, I’d heard everything that had happened and Dean had done nothing wrong. I told him that, for the time being, both Dean and Jack (whilst faggots) were above him in the pecking order as they were more experienced, had served me longer and (unlike him at that point) had actually accepted their roles fully. I told him to apologise to Dean and that if he wanted any chance of serving me and having contact with me he needed to learn to respect and get along with his fag-brothers. I told him that disrespecting one of my fags was the same as disrespecting me and that he should, instead, take their advice and learn from them. He eventually apologised to Dean and Dean accepted, everything seems to have been ok since but I’ll keep and eye on the situation.

Now, fags Dean and Jack have also made fantastic progress. Dean is reaching a point where he’s almost as comfortable and confident as Jack was when we first met (I’m sure you’ll recall how much of a natural Jack was), he’s no longer acting like some sort of broken, whimpering puppy looking for validation and more like a proud and confident faggot, eager to serve. Jack is….exceptional. There is simply no other way to describe him. He manages to pre-empt and anticipate my needs, both sexual and non-sexual, he goes out of his way to surprise me and keep things fresh, he knows how to walk the line between being bratty and being disobedient/disrespectful….honestly he’s the ideal faggot. I don’t know how other Alphas feel about bratty/teasing behaviour from their fags but personally I love it (within reason), it’s like he knows much of the satisfaction an Alpha gets from using his faggots is the chance to conquer and assert himself. Rather than simply being broken in and leaving it at that Jack finds ways to be just a little bit bratty, disobedient and is an expert at teasing me…giving me the chance to bring him back into line and conquer him over and over again all whilst ensuring, implicitly, that I know he has no intention of actually challenging/disobeying. It could be as simple as him deliberately teasing me with his ass by bending over just a bit too much in front of me, subtle signs of submission or gentle teasing when we’re in public etc… through to him saying those two magic words…”Make me” (usually leaving just enough of a pause between his little tease/challenge and then tagging on a “Sir” at the end). Occasionally I’ll ask him to do something for me and he’ll outright say “No”…leaving a pause and then telling me he’ll do what I wanted but finding a way to improve on what I’d asked him to do. For instance the other day I called and asked him to pick up some take-out food on his way over (just McDonalds or something similar) he came back flat out told me “No”….paused for just long enough, then added “You deserve better than that, Sir” and arrived half an hour later with a take-out order from one of my favourite restaurants. He also bought himself some sexy lingerie…now as you know I’m Gay and I’ve never shown an interest in lingerie etc,,, but when I walked into my house the other day and say Jack in the living rooms ass up, head down in his little lacy get-up I was very pleasantly surprised. All I can say is I hope he continues to have a positive influence on Dean (and now Calum too) as they’ve got a lot to learn from Jack.

Spectacular!

First of all, Master Ben absolutely cunted Calum. Virtually every sign is there. And what a way to start breeding your new faggot, by cunting it during the first time!

I just want to make a point about this. Cunting requires an emotional response to make it happen. A faggot’s submission must be primed and open for claiming for an Alpha to cunt it. The faggot must emotionally surrender to its Alpha to the point that the Alpha can cunt it at all.

I make this point because Calum was cunted on the first try. That indicates to me that Master Ben’s breaking of Calum had profound and instantaneous effects on Calum’s acceptance of faghood, thereby resulting in this cunting. It speaks volumes of Master Ben’s power!

I also love the way Master Ben used ritual and reinforcement techniques on Calum much the way he learned to do with Dean and Jack, except he also utilized a variation of my Nuclear Option™ by forcing Calum to watch him use his other two faggots. All of these techniques, applied surgically, resulted in Calum accepting his true role as Master Ben’s third owned faggot!

But wait – Master Ben isn’t done!

You might remember I told you how Master Ben had picked up a faggot at a bar and then cucked the faggot’s beta boyfriend by fucking the faggot right in front of the boyfriend.

There’s an update on that, too:

A quick note of the club faggot and his cuck boyfriend. I got a text from the faggot a couple of days ago (so despite the protestations and faux outrage his beta cuck boyfriend had attempted to show on the night I fucked his boyfriend he must have actually been turned on by the situation too as he did pass on my number to the fag) saying he wanted to meet up again…and he wanted his boyfriend to watch. Apparently they’ve discussed it and his boyfriend isn’t happy but has reluctantly agreed though I suspect the cuck is somewhat overstating his objections to me railing his faggot boyfriend on a regular basis.

So, there you have it. Third faggot broken in, Dean making fantastic progress, Jack exceeding all expectations and a fourth (casual, not (yet) owned) faggot and his cuck boyfriend begging for another taste of me. Life is good when you’re King.

He almost makes it seem effortless, doesn’t he?

Frankly, for Apex Alphas at Master Ben’s level, it is almost too easy. It’s simply natural Alpha power combined with rock-solid technique.

I count myself among the luckiest faggots on Earth to have the privilege of communicating with such an infinitely-powerful Man like Master Ben! Our world is vastly improved under this control and care!

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

There comes a point in the development of every Apex Alpha when he realizes and believes that he owns the entire world. And when that moment happens, every possibility opens up and his confidence soars to unimaginable heights. He is capable of doing things ordinary Men (and even many Alphas) would never consider. He’s bold, brash, and as direct as a head-on collision. He takes anything and everyone he wants … and the world thanks him for it.

Master Ben is clearly there now, and in record time. I have been privileged to witness the jaw-dropping rise of this Alpha Kraken of absolute power over the last several weeks, and he continuously leaves me quaking in fear and awe. He’s indescribable.

I thought Master Ben’s recent breaking of his former friend, a faggot in hiding, was the pinnacle achievement for this stunning young god.

I was wrong. Listen to what just happened:

Went out last night and ended up picking up a faggot at the club, approached him at the bar and he just melted. Turns out he was there with his boyfriend who wasn’t too happy about his bf fawning over me. The boyfriend was obviously a fucking beta as he backed down as soon as I turned on him, I told him to let his boyfriend make his own choices.

I ended up going back to their place with both of them and breeding the fag in their bed whilst his cuck boyfriend watched. He tried to get involved a couple of times at the beginning but his boyfriend had no interest in him by that point. At some point the beta cuck got up and went into the next room, though I’m sure he could still hear me breeding his bf.

Once I’d blown my load in the fag I left him worn out on the bed and went to get my self a drink from their kitchen. I could see the cuck wanted to say something but he didn’t have the balls to do so. I finished my drink went back into the bedroom got dressed and asked the fag how it felt to be fucked by a real man instead of his limp dick boyfriend. He said it had been amazing I just winked at him and left.

On my way out I wrote down my number and passed it to the cuck boyfriend and told him to get the fag to call me the next time he wanted to be fucked right. Then I left without saying another word.

Never felt anything like it, never would have done something like that a month ago but it felt so easy and right last night. I fucking love what’s happening to me.

Do you hear the awe Master Ben feels with this kind of power coursing through his body and mind? He’s like a comic book supervillain struck by lightning and discovering a limitless source of energy. Except in this case, Master Ben is tapping into the pure life source of Hierarchal truth, a sort of “holiest of holies” only Apex Alphas can access. Theirs is a power so ancient and fundamental to human life that it can barely be expressed, yet it is there in every action, word, and glance.

And the power within him is only growing.

I feel fucking incredible.

I just saw the fag at the bar and wanted him…so I took him. I didn’t intend for it to be a cuckold situation but then his bf showed up and I just thought ‘fuck it’ why should I let this beta boy get in my way. The best part of it is the faggot wanted it…I didn’t need to convince or coax it into agreeing. His boyfriend may as well have not existed.

Feels like I’m growing into it more every day. And I intend to live this life to the fullest…no going back.

I don’t even know how Master Ben could ever find his way back to his former life. Can a King leave behind the riches of his throne and return to the life of a pauper? Could a God ever truly relate to the life of a mortal Man?

Master Ben is entering an exclusive place within Hierarchy, the V.I.P. room reserved for Kings of Kings. Apex Alphas only beyond this point.

We are fortunate to live in this time, in this world under his control!

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

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

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

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

So my faggot ex-friend came over last night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

My recent warning post about how a Destroyer Alpha ruined a faggot named Zack elicited several outraged responses from both faggots and Alphas. They ranged from remorseful to vengeful and everything in between.

My very favorite response was (naturally) a long and highly-detailed examination of faggots and Destroyer Alphas by my beloved young Master Ben. I have no idea where Master Ben received his remarkable ability to see through circumstances and get at the heart of a matter (Mount Olympus?), but he’s already using it effectively this early in his Alphahood with his two faggots Dean and Jack.

But as impressive as Master Ben has been so far, nothing could prepare me for his response to the topic of Destroyer Alphas and the plight of poor Zack.

I’ve just read your the post about faggot Zack and the devastating impact serving a destroyer alpha has had on his life and wanted to share some of my thoughts. 

First off, let me say that I in no way support or condone the treatment faggot Zach was subjected to. To have someone, even a faggot, thrown out of their home and take away their livelihood is reprehensible and no amount of explanation or excuses can change that. 

However…there are a couple of points I would make. 

Firstly, while I do not condone what the alpha did to faggot Zack in terms of outing him to his landlord/colleagues etc… I do understand, at least to a certain extent, much of the other behaviours and actions of the Alpha in your post (though that isn’t to say I fully support them). Simply put power is intoxicating and it corrupts. We see the devastating effects of the wrong people holding power all the time in business, politics, the military etc… and the same principles apply to the power Alphas have over faggots. When an Alpha realises the extent of his power and influence over a faggot for the first time and has a fag completely at his mercy it is a feeling like no other. You feel unstoppable. You feel like a God. When that feeling washes over you it is very easy to let the power corrupt you and allow your morals and restraint to slip and simply unleash the full, brutal, primal force of your Alphahood on the faggot at your feet. It is up to you, as an Alpha, to show restraint and to temper your urges and actions with understanding and respect for your faggots inherent vulnerability and submission. This brings me on to my second point. 

I don’t think there is necessarily a problem with much of what the destroyer alpha in your post did. The degradation, restraints, the mind games etc… are all legitimate forms of domination, many faggots and submissives (and I say this from personal experience) crave this sort of treatment. There are, however, several important caveats to that general point. The first is that although some faggots may enjoy the more extreme forms of domination and degradation etc…there are certain red lines that an Alpha should never cross and unfortunately the destroyer alpha in question managed to cross quite a few of them. Taking images/video without consent, reading private correspondence without permission and (most obviously) outing and exposing the faggot to their family, friends, colleagues and landlords. The second caveat is that none of these things, indeed no use of a faggot regardless of how tame or extreme, should be taken for granted or done without the requisite level of trust being established first. It’s crucial for alpha’s to build trust with their faggots so that both Alpha and Fag can feel free to explore even the most extreme aspects of their dominant/submissive natures. Alpha’s who own long term faggots may well have explicit images, play mind games etc… that give him a great deal of pleasure but deep down the faggot should know it can trust it’s alpha to act in its best interests and not do anything to harm it. In this way both the Alpha and Fag can get the thrill, excitement and rush from embracing and exploring their most extreme urges whilst being confident that things will not be taken further than both of them are comfortable with. Of course this isn’t something that can be established quickly, that level of trust takes months if not years to develop. 

Finally, building on the previous two points, it is incumbent of any Alpha knows both his own limits and those of the faggots he uses and owns. As Alphas it is our job to guide weaker, more vulnerable and naive faggots. In order to do this we mustn’t let our most extreme urges take over, we must learn to tame the inner beast in the same way we tame and train faggots. It is also vital for Alphas to pace faggots and not take advantage of their natural weaknesses and obedience. In many instances a faggot initiates, in some cases even begs for, treatment that it simply is not ready for and has not fully thought through. We see this in the example of faggot Zack who admits to being turned on and feeling a high from the treatment he received in his initial interactions with the Alpha. Where that destroyer Alpha chose to take advantage of that fag he should, instead have, told the faggot to pace itself. Start with mastering the basics of service and submission, as trust and respect grows between Alpha and Fag you can progress, gradually, towards exploring your more forceful or extreme urges. 

In summary, the experiences of faggot Zack are wholly unacceptable. Yes, there were red flags that the faggot should have spotted and acted on, though even then I suspect the alpha in question would likely have only responded by being even more destructive, but the blame here lies entirely with the alpha. An Alpha who does not understand the basic principles of trust, respect and personal boundaries is not worthy of any fag’s submission. There are legitimate and fulfilling ways to engage with and explore some of the more extreme actions and behaviours described in fag Zack’s account but that requires an enormous amount of work on the part of both Alpha and Fag in order to build that level of trust and understanding, without which the treatment described is nothing more than abuse. 

I hope that fag Zack can learn from this experience and find his way back to serving Alpha’s, hopefully showing some better judgement. I hope he finds an Alpha willing and able to invest the time and energy into proper training so that he can experience the ‘high’ he described from his encounter with the destroyer alpha without having to suffer the devastating low that followed. 

I told Master Ben that this was so well-written and thought-out that I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had outlined it first.

I agree with most of what he says here. Obviously, I am not in favor of really excusing ANYTHING this Destroyer Alpha did after the storm had passed. To me, it all adds up to one horrific ruination of a good faggot. But Master Ben is both a Man and an Apex Alpha, so he’s better equipped to pull apart a situation and distinguish the good and bad aspects of it.

It’s interesting to me how most of the powerful Alphas who contacted me about this post seemed to positively identify with the aggressive sexual and abuse stuff in Zack’s story. As I’ve said quite often here, Men have an inherent need to take what they want very aggressively, bordering on abuse in some cases. For Men in the heat of a rut, the lines become blurred (or nonexistent). When Men are on the hunt and sense a kill, few boundaries will stop them. I think that is what Master Ben and his brethren are suggesting in their responses.

I open to further discussions about this. A better understanding of Alpha and faggot minds and the needs of both roles will help us navigate the tricky waters of future encounters with less trauma and devastation!

I thank Master Ben endlessly for the work and skill he put into crafting this incredible response!

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!

Just when you think Master Ben cannot top his achievements, he ups the ante.

This is how I feel while following the ever-expanding story of Master Ben’s rise to Apex Alphahood. Every success is surpassed almost immediately by greater victories. At just 23 years old and still relatively new to the use and (especially) the ownership of faggots, his mind already grasps concepts of domination and submission, power plays, and the triggers that are most effective to control, discipline, and transform faggots into his perfect slaves.

Recently we’ve seen Master Ben surgically break down his faggot Dean, forcing it to accept its destiny as faggot property. How it happened was so textbook-perfect that one would never suspect that it was the first time Master Ben broke a faggot down. I honestly thought that was the peak achievement, but Master Ben had a big new surprise in store for everybody:

I had the conversation with Fag Dean a couple of days ago, overall I’d say it went well and I think we’ve made another breakthrough in his training. I told Jack that I wanted him to come over and be at my place when I spoke with Dean but that, at least initially, I wanted him out of the way so I could speak with Dean privately and that I’d call him when we were done. I explained that I wanted him to be supportive of his fag-brother and be there to assure Dean that he has people that will support and accept him for who he truly is.

Once Dean arrived, Jack let him in and he stripped off in the hallway as I’d taught him to do and then came straight into the living room and kissed my feet and greeted me. I told Jack to attend to some household chores that needed doing and told him not to disturb me until he was called, Dean quickly asked if there was anything he could do for me and offered to help Jack or service me. I told him to stay where he was as I needed to talk with him.  At this point Fag Dean’s insecurities resurfaced in a big way, I think he thought I was going to dismiss him from my service or otherwise punish him for something. Before I could speak he was already apologising over and over, asking what he’d done wrong. I’ll admit it was difficult to see him so distressed, I gestured for him to come closer to me and held his head in my hands, looked him in the eyes and assured him that he had no reason to apologise and that he wasn’t there to be punished. That seemed to calm him down quite a bit so I let go of his head and told him to relax before explaining why I wanted to speak with him alone. Initially he got quite angry with Fag Jack for telling me about their conversation the other day but I told him that his anger was misplaced, Jack was only looking out for him and that he was only following my instructions. Though this didn’t totally placate him he did seem to understand why Jack had done what he’d done.

I told him what Jack had told me, about his difficulty in accepting his sexuality and, most especially, his submissive urges and about his families poor reaction to his coming out. I then asked him if there was anything else he wanted to tell me, I told him that this was his chance to get everything off his chest and start to move on and overcome the unhappy experiences that were holding him back. He then sat and talked with me about how he initially realised he was gay all those years ago, how/when he decided to come out, how his parents and wider family reacted and then, eventually, described the shame and ‘disgust’ (his words) that he felt in himself after realising that he was a submissive…a faggot. I will not go into details, I feel that what we spoke about should rightly remain private to the two of us, but suffice to say some of the incidents he described to me from his teenage years, particularly those relating to his father, were far worse than I had initially imagined. He had been subjected to mental, verbal and sometimes physical abuse by his family, forced to attend conversion therapy and threatened with homelessness in an effort to get him to ‘go straight’. This continued from his early teens through to him leaving the family home to attend university, at which point his family effectively ended their relationship with him. 

At several points throughout our talk Fag Dean literally broke down in tears and struggled to speak. I didn’t push him, I simply told him to take his time and comforted him by stroking his hair/cheek and telling him I was proud of him for being so painfully honest with me. Once he’d finished telling me everything he wanted me to know I sat forward, placed my hands on his shoulders and told him to look me in the eyes. I thanked him for being so honest with me and told him I was proud of him for taking such an important step in talking about his experiences in depth for the first time. I told him that when he first came over to my place a few weeks ago and we had our first training session he made a commitment to submit to me and serve me as my faggot (taking the important step of truly acknowledging his nature for the first time) and I made a commitment to care for him and protect him as his Alpha and that over the last few weeks he’d made significant progress in terms of his self-acceptance and quality and commitment of his service. I assured him that for as long as he is my faggot he would never need to worry about or rely on his family again and that he no longer had any reason to hide or be ashamed of who and what he is as both myself and Fag Jack would support, guide and care for him no matter what.

He was crying again as I told him all of this but after a little while his tears turned to anger, this time correctly placed, and he told me how angry he was with his family for making him feel this way and how angry he was with himself for letting them get away with it. He expressed regret at all of the years he spent trying to suppress and deny his sexuality and submissive nature. I told him that I understood his anger but that under no circumstances should he blame himself, I told him the blame lay entirely with his family (his father in particular) for taking advantage of his natural vulnerability as a faggot rather than recognising, accepting and supporting him through his formative years. After all of that he looked totally drained. 

I reached out to soothe him by stroking his hair again and gave him a kiss on his forehead (after such a difficult conversation I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated and supported him), I stood up and called for Fag Jack to come through as Fag Dean hugged me around my waist and I continued to stroke his hair. Jack came straight in and I told him to take his place next to his fag-brother at my feet. I told both of them that they were family now, under my ownership, and that they needed to support each other as much as possible. Fag Dean nodded and Fag Jack replied with “We will, Sir”. I told them I was going to use the bathroom and when I came back we were going to go out for food, Fag Jack said he would pick up the bill, and I left them alone for a few moments.

When I came back from the bathroom I saw Jack giving Dean a hug and trying to cheer him up, Dean was obviously still upset but I did see a flicker of a smile in response to Jack’s efforts. It was nice to see Jack, a naturally confident, flirty and mischievous fag, using his confidence to lift his more vulnerable brother up. I walked back into the living room and they both broke off their embrace and turned to face me. I told them I was proud of them both and then instructed them to get dressed so we could go eat.

We went to my favourite restaurant and Jack got us seating in a booth. I have to admit Fag Jack went out of his way to spoil both me and Fag Dean, paying for our orders and then some by buying extra side dishes, bottles of wine and whiskies/cocktails, desserts etc… As the evening wore on Jack’s flirtatious side came out and, to my surprise and delight, Dean joined in with him (something that would never have imagined happening just a few days before). Both of my faggots were essentially worshipping me through my clothes, teasing my bulge, talking about how they love serving me and so on, attracting a few looks from some of the other diners and waiting staff but they were too focused on me and I just didn’t care about the attention my faggots services were attracting. In fact it was a turn on being admired and served in public. 

Once we’d finished our drinks Jack paid for an Uber to take us back to my place, we were all much too drunk to drive ourselves back, and the worship continued on the Uber journey home. By the time we arrived home I was rock hard and majorly pent up from an evening of fag funded luxury and worship. The rest of the evening was fucking wild, I ordered them to strip down as soon as we got through the front door and had both of them remove my clothes and kiss, lick and worship my body. It may have been the booze or it may have been that, for the first time, Dean seemed to have totally lost his inhibitions and had given himself over to his nature fully for the first time thanks to our talk and Jack’s influence but the faggots were totally insatiable. Having their eager hands and tongues admiring every inch of my body, obeying my every command felt amazing.

After a lot of foot, pits and body worship and both faggots taking turns eating my ass out I headed upstairs to the bedroom and told them both to follow. I took turns fucking their holes, I fucked them on the bed, up against the walls, on the dresser and pretty much every other flat surface in that room. I must have buried three or four loads between the two of them over the course of the night, by the time I was finished we were all totally drained, riding on a total booze, cum and control fueled high. My fags spent the night sleeping on either side of me, curled up under my arms.

I woke up in the morning to my two faggots, obviously hungover and sore from last night’s breeding, waiting for me to wake up with a fully prepared breakfast in bed…tea, coffee, juice, fruit and pastries and cereal all carefully laid out for me. Honestly, I can’t believe how drastically my life has changed in the space of a month. I’m living like a God on earth with two skilled and eager fags to serve me and attend to my every need and desire…blows my mind to think I could have had all of this so much earlier if only I’d realised how powerful I really am. On a brighter note my cock gets hard just thinking about how much time I now have, seeing as I’m only 23, to enjoy the pleasures of fag worship and service I was born to receive.

Master Ben has now experienced what I call The Real Life – the life Nature intends for Alphas like him. A life without limits, a life of infinite worship and pleasure. Master Ben tasted it, and now his eyes are opened. He sees the endless buffet table laid out extravagantly before him.

It’s all for the taking. The Real Life is merely a decision away for our greatest and most powerful Alphas!

I really hope this experience will motivate other Alphas to reassess their life trajectory and what possibilities could lie ahead if they just take action!

As for Master Ben, he’s weighing whether to claim the submissive beta friend that he began seducing in the previous post. That could be a potential third faggot under his command!

That’s TRUE POWER!

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!

Included in the email that formed the basis of the preceding article of Master Ben trapping his beta friend was a story about Master Ben’s faggot Dean. I wanted to highlight it with a separate post because the message it carries is so fundamentally powerful to all true faggots.

I’ve always championed ownership of faggots here rather than simple service. I’ve been owned multiple times in my life, and no amount of hot sex can replace the feeling of being actually OWNED by a Man. Same thing applies inversely to Alphas. Sex is great, but there is nothing like the deep magic of ownership.

For faggots, being owned by a Man means learning from him through training and discipline. We develop humility and gratitude in his service. And in return, an owner provides a faggot with stability and safety.

That was really highlighted in this bit from Master Ben about his owned faggot Dean.

Regarding Fag Dean, it appears I was right in my earlier emails when I said that the introduction of another faggot to the mix would help Dean to open up and come to better accept and take pride in himself as an owned faggot.

As I mentioned, when I went out for drinks at the bar a couple of nights ago I told the fags to meet up and get to know each other better. The next morning I got a text from Jack telling me he and Dean had met up, as I’d instructed, and they’d had a long discussion about how/when they first realised they were faggots, what they like/dislike etc… as well as just general ‘get to know you’ stuff about their coming out stories, interests, work and so on.

As it turns out, Dean told Jack that he’d always felt that he was very submissive, though initially he didn’t know about the whole Alpha/Fag hierarchy etc… until fairly recently (possibly referring to just a few weeks ago when I initially broke him), but that his family had not reacted well to him coming out as gay and that his father in particular had been quite abusive, sometimes physically but most often verbally/mentally. Dean had told Jack that he’d struggled with his homosexuality, and even more so with his increasingly submissive urges, and that it had made him feel ‘dirty’ and ‘wrong’ for many years. Eventually, when he moved away for university and then into his own place after he graduated, he managed to gradually come to terms with his sexuality and his need to submit but still bore the deep, psychological scars from his father’s abusive treatment which made it difficult for him to fully embrace his sexuality and faggot nature.

This explains A LOT of what I’ve observed about Dean over the last few weeks…that’s why he was initially so resistant to admit his faggot nature to me, it would explain why he was so utterly lacking in confidence and saw his submission as something to be deeply ashamed of rather than something to take pride in. This is why I also resent seeing the way some Alphas treat their fags. Yes, it is true that faggots are by their nature inferior men whose purpose is to be owned and used by Alphas but Alphas also have a a responsibility to guide, protect and care for their fags just as they would for any of their other possessions. Of course faggots are there to be used and sometimes that takes the form of humiliation/degradation, breeding, rough fucking and, on occasion, some tough discipline but it should always (in my opinion) be the ultimate aim of any Alpha to build and train their faggots up to be the best version of themselves. What good is a faggot that is entirely broken, with no confidence or pride in its submission? It is very easy for an Alpha to wield his power to break down and destroy a faggot, after all what chance do they stand against the basic laws of nature, but the mark of a true Alpha is in the work that comes after the initial breaking-in when you guide, nurture and train your faggots to be the very best fag they can be. Not only does that process allow Alphas to develop and hone their influence and understanding of the faggot mind, it also ensures better service and dedication which ultimately means a more pleasurable and fulfilling life surrounded by skilled and devoted fags to take care of our every need.

I must admit, Dean’s story resonates with me strongly in many ways. As a Gay Alpha I know just how difficult it can be to come to terms with your sexuality, particularly when you are denied the support and love of your closest family. While I never had difficulty in accepting my sexuality myself, I did go through a very difficult period where my sexuality seemed to fundamentally be at odds with these feelings and inner urges I was having to be in control, dominant and powerful. I also did not receive, initially, a very supportive response from my family when I came out as gay, though I never suffered the level of abuse Dean describes, and so hearing about Dean’s experiences (though not identical to my own) struck a cord. I am deeply saddened that Dean had to go through that abuse at the hands of his father and wider family but I am hugely proud of him for, slowly but surely, overcoming his struggles and learning to accept and embrace his true self.

All I can say is I hope for his sake I never cross paths with Dean’s father. The anger I felt when reading about Dean’s treatment was enough to make my blood boil. If I ever come face to face with the man who tormented my boy at one of the most vulnerable points in his life I guarantee only I will be left standing by the end of our encounter. I intend to sit down with Fag Dean at some point soon to discuss all of this with him, I want to help him grow his confidence and acceptance of himself so that he can move past the torment his family put him through. I want him to know that he is safe with me and that, for as long as he is owned by me, he needn’t worry about facing that kind of abuse again.

First of all, what a profound moment of growth for Master Ben! Not only do we see the deep affection Master Ben has for his faggot property Dean, but also the courageous defensive posture of a true Protector Alpha!

When Master Ben has this discussion with Dean, it will be the most impactful moment in Dean’s life. He will fully grasp that he is safe at the feet of this indescribably powerful young Apex Alpha. No more fear or shame, only pride.

This is what a true Master does for a faggot. He not only makes the faggot accept its role in life, but feel pride and dedication in that purpose!

Thank you, Master Ben, for being that beacon of hope and 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 the previous post about Master Ben, the young Apex Alpha who has recently taken complete ownership of two faggots, we learned a little bit about his Alpha pack and their interests in owning faggots now that they see their Apex being served by two of them. This is a very natural reaction by true Alphas.

But in that recap Master Ben mentioned how one of the members of his group seemed much less enthusiastic about using faggots. This longtime friend seemed quieter as the other members of the group grew in curiosity.

Master Ben told me he thought this friend was a beta male because of this. And while I agree that beta males do shrink back from the extremities of the Alpha/fag dynamic, I suspected more was happening beyond the quiet facade.

I was relieved to hear that Master Ben intended to investigate this beta’s issues and discover the truth. If anyone had the skills to sniff out a faggot, it’s Master Ben.

Well, I decided to follow through with my plan and start to test the waters with him, before inviting him around to my place, to see if he truly is a Beta or even perhaps a fully-fledged faggot (though I’m still leaning more towards Beta for the moment). A couple of nights ago I went out with my mates again for a few drinks (including the suspected Beta) and left my two boys behind with instructions to bond and get to know each other better. My mates and I met up at the bar and took our seats and I had decided I was going to test my friends submissive tendencies to see if my suspicions were right. I made sure we were sat next to each other so that we were in physical contact to see how he’d react, he seemed uncomfortable with this to begin with but I got the impression that was more because he was worried I’d notice how it would affect him rather than him genuinely finding it unpleasant.

Throughout the evening I made sure to subtly hint to him I suspected he was a submissive, resting my hand on the back of his neck, ruffling his hair etc… to see how he’d react. He never once protested, pushed me away or retaliated as any of the others would have done. I started instructing him to go and place/collect my orders for me and as the evening progressed ended up having him pay for my drinks/food.

As you can imagine the conversation turned to the topic of Alphas/Fags/Hierarchy and my ownership of faggots, this was the first time we’d all met up in person since I introduced them all to Fag Dean, and my recent conquering of Fag Jack. Again I noted that all of my mates, except for the suspected Beta, were excited by the prospect of using and owning faggots and were impressed with the experiences I’ve had so far with my two fags. Whilst the others laughed, joked and talked about how they would like to try using fags the suspected Beta again seemed to be uncomfortable. I think he was realising that, at an instinctual level, he is not like the rest of us. Where we all have the desire to use, conquer or own faggots (albeit to varying degrees) he doesn’t have those urges/instincts…though thought of using faggots doesn’t excite or stimulate him.

For the most part he seemed disinterested and zoned out of the conversation, the only times he seemed to be present was when the conversation shifted to how to spot a fag/submissive, what I’ve discovered about how the mind of a faggot/submissive works etc… during those discussions he seemed to be visibly uncomfortable, almost defensive, and asked quite a few questions about how I could tell for certain if someone was submissive. I had my hand on the back of his neck at this point and turned to make eye contact with him and told him a lot of it was pure instinct, almost as though I can just sense when someone is a sub, and that once you know what you’re looking for (as I do) the signs are pretty obvious.

At that point I think he finally realised my intentions with him that evening, I could literally see the realisation wash over his face. He looked very flustered and excused himself to use the restroom, I told him I needed to go too and followed him. Once in the restroom, I headed straight for the urinals and unzipped and he turned away and used one of the cubicles (he’d never had a problem pissing next to me at the bar before). As we both finished washing our hands I turned to him, placed my hand on his cheek/back of his head and turned his head to face me looked him dead in the eye and said “You’re coming to mine tomorrow night. Just you”. He just nodded in response, I said “Good lad” and he hurried out of the restroom and back to our table.

Skip ahead to the following evening, I have to admit I wasn’t sure if he’d actually come over but at around 6pm I got a text from him asking if I was free for him to come over, I said I was and told him to pick up some beers on his way over. He turned up at mine about half an hour later, beers in hand, looking a little nervous. I invited him into the living room, where Fags Dean and Jack were kneeling naked by my seat, and told him to pass me a beer and then make himself comfortable. He was clearly distracted by Dean and Jack sitting naked by my feet but I just acted like I didn’t notice his fixation.

We got chatting about random stuff (work, family etc…) for a while, eventually I ordered Fags Dean and Jack to take one foot each and worship my feet whilst I continued on with our conversation. I could see he was getting more and more distracted by the foot worship session going on below us so I asked him if he’d like one of my fags to take care of his feet like they do mine. He didn’t really give a response, he just sort of mumbled and tripped over his words. I cut him off and told Fag Jack to crawl over to him and get to work on his feet, Jack happily obliged but didn’t get very far before my mate stopped him and said he wasn’t interested.

We locked eyes again and I asked him what the problem was, he shook his head and said it didn’t feel right to have a guy kissing his feet. I asked him if he’d rather be giving than receiving foot worship and, again, he just sort of shrugged and shook his head slightly so I gave him a little bit of encouragement and told him it couldn’t hurt for him to try it out. After a little more coaxing he stood up and walked over to me, I dismissed my two fags and told them to return to their kneeling positions, and told my Beta friend to get down on his knees and give my feet a massage. We started off slow, keeping it to a simple foot rub, but after a few minutes I lifted my foot and rested it on his face and asked him if he liked it. He nodded and continued to rub the foot I had rested on his face as I rested my other foot on his crotch and rubbed his hardened bulge. I told him he was a good boy and asked if he wanted to taste my sole, he nodded, so I told him he could lick/kiss them. He didn’t take much encouragement, at this point I think he just thought ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’, though his worship wasn’t quite as enthusiastic or committed as the treatment I usually receive from Fags Dean and Jack but I was impressed with his effort nonetheless.

Seeing him kneeling before me with his tongue between my toes was a huge turn-on for me, such a powerful feeling, and I started to get hard so I told him to back off and let my two faggots attend to me. I didn’t want to push him too far, especially on his first time, and I didn’t think he would have been into sucking my dick. I think he probably would have if I’d told him to but I don’t think he’s a faggot, more like a Beta, and while I can tolerate mediocre foot worship and don’t want to experience anything less than 100% committed and devoted worship when it comes to my cock.

So, my mate went back to his seat and Fags Dean and Jack sprang into action (Dean taking care of my pits and Jack sucking my cock like the pro he is) as my Beta mate sat and watched me cum from across the room. Once I’d came I told the fags to clear out and find something useful to do around the house, there was no need for me to clean myself up as Jack had swallowed every drop of my cum, and then walked over to where my Beta mate was sat, boner still hard, and grabbed myself a beer from the table next to him. He was trying not to look but he couldn’t help but steal a few glances as I opened my beer.

I returned to my seat and said “Well, that was fun. We should do this again sometime soon, yeah?”. He responded and said he’d text me at some point but asked me not to tell the rest of our mates about what had happened. I told him I wouldn’t…for now, and that he could go and that was that. He left, my fags attended to their chores and I relaxed with my Beta funded beers and watched some Netflix.

Just stop and digest that powerful account. Look at the careful and intricate manipulations Master Ben employed to coax this friend out of hiding!

I immediately wrote Master Ben back to tell him that this longtime friend is not just a beta, but he’s a faggot. Beta males are submissive to Alphas, yes, but in my experience they will fight against certain possessive forms of physical contact. This friend was receptive to all of it.

What Master Ben is engaged in with this friend is Hierarchically SO IMPORTANT! Faggots need the forceful power and control of a Man to be free to be what Nature intended them to be. Faggots are often confused, deeply ashamed of their natural desires to serve. They are like frightened baby rabbits hiding in their holes, terrified of discovery by the hawks circling overhead.

This sifting and training aspect of an Alpha’s life is hard work. It requires skill, dedication, determination, and intention. But once it’s accomplished, what is left is a confident, fully trained faggot ready to serve its purpose!

Thankfully there are great Apex Alphas like Master Ben out there taking that commission seriously!

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!

Like I said in my previous post, Master Ben’s dramatic story of training his new faggot Dean created a cascade of interest from other Alphas still trying out faggot ownership. Indeed, I thought it was one of the best applications ever of what I advocate to all Alphas seeking to break their faggot and get it to submit.

Master Ben was so changed by the experience of breaking his reluctant faggot Dean that he wanted to take on a second faggot and perform the process again. He had a second faggot in mind, a more experienced twink named Jack.

I didn’t hear from Master Ben for a few days, but I had no idea what he was really up to until he updated me today. And boy oh boy, he’s done something incredible!

So the the last two nights I’ve had the new fag I mentioned to you over at my place for his first training/breeding sessions. If I’m honest ‘training’ isn’t really an accurate description in this case, this new faggot knew exactly what was expected of him from the first second he walked into my house and has more than lived up to those expectations over the last two days. As I told you I instructed Fag Dean to be at my place a bit earlier than his usual time on Monday night so that he could tidy the place up and fetch some food before his soon to be fag-brother arrived, Dean turned up and did his chores for me whilst I got changed and relaxed after work. My new fag, Jack, arrived on time and I told Fag Dean to let him in and then kneel in the corner of living room and be quiet whilst I dealt with Fag Jack. Within 30 seconds of Fag Jack entering my house he walked straight into my living room, got on his knees, crawled over to my feet and said “Thank you for inviting me over, Sir”. I have to say he made an excellent first impression, still being relatively new to owning fags I don’t know how common it is to find fags that already know their stuff but it felt like I’d struck gold. Now as I’ve said, I’d already spoken with Fag Jack several times online and on a couple of occasions in person when we were out socialising with mutual friends, and knew he was majorly submissive so I didn’t think it would take much to make him mine but having him on his knees and calling me sir without even having to speak a word felt fantastic. I asked him if he knew why he was there, he responded with an enthusiastic “Yes, Sir”. 

I told him I wanted to hear him say it out loud and he responded with “I’m here to serve you, Sir”. I told him he was a good boy and asked him if he understood what that meant, that I wasn’t interested in a casual Dom/Sub hook-up but intended to take full ownership of him and make him my personal faggot. Again he replied with a “Yes, Sir” so I stood up and told him to look at me and asked him, much as I had with Fag Dean, “What are you?”. He replied without hesitation “I’m a faggot, Sir” so I asked him “Who’s faggot?”… “Your faggot, Sir” came his response. “Good…again” I asked him, and we repeated that three times. Unlike Dean, Fag Jack didn’t cry, resist or struggle, he admitted his faggot nature with pride which I was very pleased to see. I’m hoping that having Fag Dean watch his new faggot-brother be so open and proud of his faggot nature will encourage him to be more confident with his own identity and status as an owned faggot. Pleased with how the our first meeting had gone so far, I sat back down and instructed Faggot Jack to stand up and strip for me which he did without hesitation despite Dean still being sat in the corner. Again, unlike Dean, Fag Jack needed no encouragement from me to take his boxers off and within a few moments he was stood completely naked in front of me. I told him to slowly turn around so I could get a good look at him and I have to say I was very impressed with what I saw. I don’t know how it is for straight Alpha’s and their faggots, but as a Gay Alpha I appreciate a good looking body, even on a fag, and Fag Jack is almost the quintessential twink, except for a light covering of body hair on his legs, ass and stomach. Some may find it odd or unbecoming of an Alpha to appreciate his fag’s body so much but I see it in much the same way as others look at a nice car, furniture or watch…it’s a point of pride for me that I own something that is so beautiful to look at. I stood up and walked over to him, cupped his head with my hand and ran my thumb across his cheek, he had such a physical reaction to my touch, his breathing got faster and he even began to tremble a bit. I closed in and looked him straight in the eye and said “I own you now, faggot”, he replied “Yes, Sir”, before I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. 

I told him to undo my belt and remove my trousers, his little fag clit was rock hard, and then I grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my bulge and told him to take a long breath in and hold it until I told him he could breathe as I pressed his face into me. He held his breath as instructed and, once I saw him going red, I told him he could let it out and told him he was a good boy. I told him to start kissing my bulge as I started to get hard, after a few minutes of taking care of my bulge he tried to pull my boxers down before I’d given him permission so I pulled his head back and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing. He apologised and said that he wanted to taste me so badly he couldn’t wait, I gave him a couple a light(ish) slaps across his face and reminded him that what he wanted wasn’t important, he was there to serve me, not the other way around. He apologised again and I told him his disobedience had cost him the privilege of tasting my dick and Alpha cum in his mouth, instead I ordered him to turn around and get on all fours with his head down and ass up ready for me to breed him. He obeyed, I lubed my dick up with some spit and fucked my new fag hard. I told him to keep his whining to a minimum, he didn’t have much success, so I gagged him with my boxers to muffle his whimpering. Just as when I breed Fag Dean, I felt that amazing feeling wash over me again. There is no way to adequately describe it with words alone, it’s like a wave of unstoppable, unbridled power. The rest of the world just fades away and all I can think about is fucking and burying a load into the fag’s guts, it’s almost animalistic. I continued fucking Fag Jack, one hand on his waist and the other holding on to his hair, until I blew my load into him. Once I’d came, Jack was totally weakened, he lay the on the floor shaking and I realised he’d also came hands free as I’d been fucking him. I stood up and told fag Dean to go and bring me a drink and Fag Jack a towel to clean his mess up, When he came back with my drink I told him to get on his knees and clean all the spit and cum off my cock for me whilst Fag Jack pulled himself together. Once Fag Jack had recovered from his first breeding (with me) I told him he could come and sit with me on the couch while I watched some TV. I stroked his hair for a little while and he curled up and rested his head next to my armpit, whilst Fag Dean was taking care of my feet and we stayed there for a while as I finished watching the TV. We stayed there for a while and then I told Fag Dean to tidy up the towel, drinks and food and then leave while I spoke to Fag Jack. 

I asked Jack if this was his first time being owned, he said he wasn’t sure as he’d served a couple of Alphas whilst at university (doing work for them, financial tributes, providing a hole for them to fuck) but that they’d never shown any interest in ‘owning’ or caring for him. He said it felt more like a booty-call than being owned. So I told him that things would be very different with me, I told him I’d obviously expect the him to do everything he did for the Alphas he’d served at his university but that I didn’t want my fags to simply be holes for me to fuck, I wanted to guide them, care for them and help them grow but I still expect them to show me the respect I deserve and do as they’re told. He told me he understood and that he’d been looking for something like that for a while now but had only ever found Alphas looking for a quick fuck rather than something long term. I then explained to him why I’d punished him earlier on in the evening and that I didn’t want to have to discipline him like that but that he needed to accept that, if he does submit to me, his needs and wants no longer take priority. He again told me he understood and apologised for his eagerness explaining that he’d simply gotten carried away with the excitement of serving me for the first time. I told him I understood but that he should make sure it doesn’t happen again. After we’d finished talking, I told him he could go and he asked me if I would allow him to keep my pair boxers I’d gagged him with so that he put them under his pillow while he slept, I told him that being able to keep a piece of my clothing is a reward and that he needs to prove he’s learnt his lessons from that evening before I’d allow him to take anything away with him. 

Um, THAT WAS JUST DAY ONE.

Again, Master Ben’s effortless power over these faggots is staggering for any age, but especially for an Alpha as young as he is. He’s so controlled and precise, digging into their psyches as he also digs into their body. Breeding of both a faggot’s body as well as its mind creates slaves for lifelong service, valuable pieces of property rather than one-night cumdumps.

Master Ben is a King collecting treasures in the form of slaves.

From that first day recap, it was pretty clear that having a second faggot service Master Ben transformed fag Dean into a much more obedient, eager-to-please servant. The faggot’s reluctant nature has been replaced with an eagerness to serve. That even extended so far as to Dean cleaning off Master’s cock after he fucked his faggot brother! The faggot Dean Master first met would’ve balked at that, but not anymore!

But then DAY TWO happened:

Both Fag Jack and Fag Dean both came around again last night and things went very well, they both arrived at pretty much the same time and I told them that from now on whenever they enter my house I want them to strip off, fold their clothes and place them on the table in the hallway and then come and kiss my feet and thank me before they do anything else. They both obeyed, took their clothes off and took it in turns to kiss me feet before I set them both to work on various tasks around the house. I didn’t think it was necessary to repeat the same training session over and over for Fag Jack, as I did with Fag Dean, as he seems to have come to me already fully accepting his identity as a faggot and, as of the night before, MY faggot.

While Dean got on with some housework, Jack cooked my Dinner for me and brought me beers as I watched TV. Once my food was ready I told the two fags they could make themselves a sandwich and then come and sit with me in the living room. They both got their food and came and sat by my feet, one either side, I kicked off my shoes and let them both take a good look/sniff while they ate. Once we’d finished eating I had them both clear up the mess and bring me some fresh beers before letting them worship me.

I have to say, having one dedicated faggot serving me was great but having two is so much better. They started off with my feet, worshipping my socks and soles as I watched TV, I then let them move up to worship my pits. The both of them seemed intoxicated by the taste and smell and I have to admit their tongues and hands felt amazing worshipping my body, I let them take turns licking/cleaning my hole, taint and balls before they were allowed to worship their Master’s cock together for the first time, one on either side licking and kissing up and down my shaft before both finally getting a chance to suck me and taste my pre. I told them to jerk me off until I blew my load on my stomach/chest so that they could both get a taste and lick it up.

The whole evening was amazing. They treat me like a fucking king, they attend to my every need and seeing just how much they crave my touch and a chance to worship my body is fantastic. I think Fag Jack is definitely the most sexually experienced out of the two, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to make me feel good so I might get him to teach Fag Dean some of his tricks. What I loved most about last night was that it didn’t only feel amazing and fulfilling physically and sexually, but also mentally. I feel so fucking powerful with my two faggots at my feet, I’ve never felt more alive and more virile than I do right now and yet I know there is still so much more to come and so many more faggots out there to claim. 

I can’t believe it took me so long to reach out and grab what has been right in front of me my whole life…but now that I have, there is no going back. 

That second day is a doozy because it shows an Alpha absolutely transformed into what he was meant to be – a God Alpha. A Man so powerful that words become law, glances become commands, and the entire universe bends to his will. These two fortunate faggots are the first of many destined to be owned by this infinitely-powerful God Alpha.

Those final two paragraphs are life to me. It’s the documentation of a Man finding his purpose as a ruler and King. It’s like Arthur pulling the sword from the stone … it was simply meant to be. Kingship fits Master Ben like the most perfectly-tailored glove. That’s why he feels that torrent of power surging within him, why his mind is clear and his eyes are sparkling with perfect vision. He’s found his throne among the gods in the temple of Hierarchy.

It’s just as Nature intended.

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!

Is there a Hierarchical power level above Apex Alpha? Like a God Alpha level? Some of this theoretical conjecture approaches quantum physics levels of insanity, but as a faggot who has studied and served Alphas for many years, you occasionally meet an Alpha that makes you question reality and what is possible.

Master Ben, conqueror of reluctant faggot Dean, is one such Alpha.

His confidence and ability to manipulate the world to his will feels preternatural. Scarily so. I have begun to think that this young Alpha superpower, new to faggot ownership, could enslave the world.

Just listen to this opening salvo in Master Ben’s latest email to me:

The last few days have been quite eventful. Now that I’ve claimed, broken and cunted my first faggot I feel as though I have finally discovered who I was always meant to become. After years of confusion and uncertainty, feeling like there was so much more to who I was but never truly giving myself permission to act on those feelings, I now feel at peace with myself and with the influence I have over other ‘men’. Fag Dean continues to serve me adequately, he is very obedient and respectful and has clearly come to terms with the fact he is a faggot that belongs at my feet. That being said, he still lacks confidence and while he certainly seems committed and pleased to serve me I get the impression he still carries quite a bit of shame about his newly realised faggot identity and just how significantly his life has changed in just a few short weeks. I have spoken with him about this and tried to explain that, although he is a faggot and inferior to many of the men he meets, he can serve his Master well and fully embrace his role in life whilst still being confident and successful. I encouraged him to see his acceptance and my ownership of him as something to be proud of rather than something to feel shame in. Alas, I still don’t think he has understood. For him, being confident and proud of himself and being a faggot for superior men are incompatible and he is, for the time being, unable to reconcile the two.

As I mentioned when I last emailed I have set my sights on another faggot that I hope to take ownership of in the next few days, I told Fag Dean about this yesterday and he didn’t react well. He wasn’t against me taking new faggots into my ownership, though I did pick up on a few hints that he was feeling a little jealous, but rather he felt that my desire to conquer another fag was a sign that I was disappointed in him and wanted to replace him. He saw it as a sign of failure that he couldn’t truly fulfil my needs alone. I told him outright that he simply was not capable of fulfilling my needs alone, no fag would be, and that I intended to take many more faggots into my ownership going forwards. I did, however, reassure him that this did not mean I was going to replace him or that he had disappointed me but rather, as an Alpha, my urge to conquer and own fags was just as strong, if not stronger, than a faggot’s urge to submit. I told him I wanted him to see this as an opportunity to improve both my life and to work on himself. As I mentioned in my last email, the faggot I’ve got my eye on is pretty much the exact opposite of Fag Dean. Whilst Fag Dean is timid, completely subservient and broken (by that I mean he is almost completely lacking in confidence and pride) the new fag I hope to conquer in the coming days appears to be confident and proud of his role as a faggot even if he does seem a little bit bratty. Personally, I’d much prefer to own fags that are confident, ambitious and playful rather than fags that are simply broken down and defeated instead of embracing their faggot nature with pride. I’m hoping that not only will this new fag present a new challenge/dynamic for me to enjoy but also become something of a role model, or point of reference, for Fag Dean to learn from and grow alongside.

This new faggot, in the conversations I’ve had with him before, is still very clearly a fag in terms of his submissive nature and his desire to please and serve but unlike Fag Dean he is confident, flirty and quite the tease. For me, that’s ideal, a faggot that knows their place and owns their need to submit but doesn’t go so far as to be simply an object of pity. I am looking forward to having him on his knees in front of me for the first time and starting the process of making him my own and I truly hope that Fag Dean having a fellow faggot to serve me with, who has attained a level of self-acceptance that he has not, will help Fag Dean to develop and grow into not only a faithful and obedient faggot but a faggot that is confident and proud in its submission. I have arranged for this new prospective faggot to come over to my place tomorrow night for the first time and I’ve told Fag Dean that I want him there to tidy the place up before he arrives and meet his new fag brother-in-arms. I’ll let you know how things go…

Since starting this journey into fag ownership just a few weeks ago I have noticed massive changes in myself. Not only do I feel much more at ease with the attention and submission I receive from others (now that I understand it better) but it also feels so much more natural for me to exert my influence over them. As I said a while ago, I had always noticed guys I worked with, socialised with etc… were often submissive or deferential towards me and quite often used that to my advantage though I had never really felt totally comfortable with that up until fairly recently. You’ll remember I talked about feeling a small sense of guilt after the first training/breeding session I had with Fag Dean and how I felt bad for having been so rough with him. Well…thats all gone now. Truly, everything from breeding Fag Dean as rough as I like all the way through to being more forceful and upfront with my beta work colleagues just comes so naturally to me now. I have to admit, I love the way it feels. I enjoy feeling that powerful and having so much control over other men.

Now let’s stop and digest that part.

For some Alphas (typically of the Apex variety) the use and ownership of faggots fits like a machine-tooled puzzle piece. It’s natural, organic, and absolutely right. For these Alphas, owning faggots completes their Alphahood in a comforting way, much like the feeling of “coming home” a natural cocksucker feels the first time a dick slides down its throat. Hierarchy snaps into place, and all is right in the world.

That’s where Master Ben is right now. And now that he’s started to understand how others subconsciously crave his control and power, he’s looking at the entire world like a farmer inspecting his farm. It all serves him.

So the first step toward that goal is integration. Master Ben needs to make his ownership of faggots acceptable and understandable to the other people in his life. They’ll need to process the truth that Master Ben is going to be served and worshiped by owned faggot slaves.

That starts with an Alpha’s Pack.

I decided that I was going to introduce Fag Dean to my mates, let them know I owned him and tell them about the journey I’d been on over the last few weeks, since several of them had already commented to me that I seemed different, and so I arranged to meet them for for drinks yesterday evening. I told Fag Dean what was going to happen, I instructed him to arrive on time to pick me and my mates up and take us into town and told him he would be our designated driver for the evening as well as buying and fetching my drinks and food etc… throughout the night. I invited my mates over for around 5pm, we had pre-drinks at my place and I told them the situation and that Fag Dean would be there in a few hours to pick us up. As expected, there were quite a few questions about the arrangements between myself and Fag Dean, some impressed/curious and others slightly more dubious about the whole thing. I explained the whole Alpha/Fag dynamic to them, told them that Fag Dean was not my boyfriend or partner and was there only to serve me (and them, for the night) and do as he was told. Most got on board with it, a couple still seemed unsure, but I told them they’d see what I meant once the fag arrived.

Fag Dean turned up on time, as usual, I asked one of my mates to get the door and tell him to come in. I thought at this point I’d start to feel a little bit strange having my faggot with me and servicing me whilst I was with my friends but, much to my delight, it didn’t feel strange at all. Fag Dean followed my mate into the living room and I told him to kneel and kiss my feet, he seemed reluctant given that he was being asked to serve in front of a captive audience for the first time, I simply looked him directly in the eye and said “Now”…he got down on his knees and crawled towards me and kissed my feet, just as I had taught him, five times on each foot and followed it up with a slightly more timid “Thank you, Sir” than usual. Still, given that he was on his knees kissing my feet in front of all of my mates that he’d only just met, I was willing to forgive his nerves. I told him he was a good fag and told him to go and get us all another beer. My mates started to laugh at how obedient Fag Dean was and comment/ask questions about what they’d just seen but stopped when the fag returned with our drinks. He handed me my beer first, then passed the remaining bottles around for my friends, each of them thanking him, before he returned to his place and knelt by my feet. I told my friends they didn’t need to stop talking about him just because he was in the room and told them they didn’t have to thank the fag for bringing their beers, “It’s what he’s meant for” I explained. Some of them were a bit uncomfortable with it at first but by the end of the night I think they had all come to terms with the situation.

After a few more drinks at my place, we had Fag Dean drive us into town and we went to our usual bar. I told my mates to head straight to our tables and ordered Fag Dean to go get our drinks for us and that’s how the rest of the night continued. Me and my mates had a laugh, caught up with each other and had a pretty great night whilst Fag Dean sat across from us, refilling our drinks and bringing us some food. As the night went on a couple of my more confident mates, perhaps helped by the beer, asked if Fag Dean would listen to them as well. I told them he would if I told him too, and I did, and they had a little bit of fun with him (I stepped in where I thought they crossed a line) and the fag seemed to gradually get more comfortable interacting with them all as the night went on.

I decided that it would be a good time for Fag Dean to taste my piss for the first time so I ordered him to head to the toilets in the bar and wait for me in one of the cubicles. I finished the last of my beer and told my mates to wait for me while I went to take a piss, once I’d found my fag in the cubicle I told him to strip off down to his underwear in case he couldn’t swallow it all and then I told him to open his mouth and took a piss. I have to say, for his first time I was quite impressed. He managed to drink most of it down but ended up getting soaked towards the end. I gave him a few pats on the head, told him he was a good boy and then ordered him to dry himself off with a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and then meet me back at the table.

Once he got back, we decided to call it a night and he drove us all home, dropping my mates off along the way. Once we got back to my place, I told him that I was very pleased with how he’d behaved and that he should be proud of himself. I took him up to the bedroom and told him to strip and get on his knees and then face-fucked him until I’d shot my load down his throat as his reward. I told him he could stay the night at my place if he wanted, he accepted, and he slept at the end of my bed all night. When I woke up this morning he’d already got up and made me breakfast and tidied away the mess from last nights pre-drinks. I was very impressed with Fag Dean’s service yesterday and today.

I feel as though we’ve made a massive step forward over the last couple of days, though as I said at the start of this email there is still some work to be done with Fag Dean, and I hope that the introduction of a new fag to the scene (hopefully very soon) will only improve things.

Astonishing!

What a way to indoctrinate an Alpha Pack into the ownership of faggots! You show them how natural it is, and they eventually understand it. I cannot tell you the number of times I’ve covered Alphas mentoring other Alphas in the use/ownership of faggots using this type of method. Simply show them how good chocolate tastes, and they’ll want it every day.

I liken it to an old saying of mine (I’m now old enough to have old sayings, I guess): if you want to attract a group of Men, open the hood of a car. They can’t help but be curious and want to inspect it for themselves.

What Master Ben did here is “open the car hood” on his ownership of faggots to his Alpha Pack. And of course it worked like a charm.

You must understand that this has been happening since the Dawn Of Man, since the first time one Man dominated another. It’s extremely ancient magic.

Master Ben is tapping into this sacred Alpha power, and he wants more. Much more.

I sat transfixed while reading Master Ben’s latest email, vibrating nervously. The power vacuum is inside him is growing rapidly! Who will be next?

EVERYBODY!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MASTER BEN CUNTED HIS FIRST FAGGOT!

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

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

Let’s resume his story:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 spend the vast majority of my time on this site trying to teach faggots the truth about Hierarchy and their purpose. However, I’ve had startling success as a sort of Alpha Whisperer™, helping great and powerful Men take what belongs to them. My advice has led to countless subjugated faggots and many Men embracing the truth of their superiority.

So when Master Ben recently approached me about his issues with an untrained and reluctant faggot, I was ready for him. You can read about his initial problems and my full advice to him by CLICKING HERE.

So Master Ben followed up with me to tell me how the implementation of my advice worked out:

As I said your advice to me on how to move forward with this faggot confirmed what much of what I already thought. Yesterday started out with the fag showing the same behaviour I initially described in my first email. I again woke up yesterday morning to a message from the fag explaining how he wanted to see me again and asking if there was anything he could do for me throughout the day. I replied only with a couple of bullet pointed tasks I needed done and an instruction for him to come to my place in the evening and to pick up some food on his way here. Sure enough, I received a message from him almost immediately telling me he understood and that he’d be there on time.

So I go about my day, finish work and get home. At about 8pm the fag arrives, right on time, with the parcel and shopping I’d asked him to pick up and two bags full of takeaway food. After telling him to come in he headed straight for the living room to sit down which irritated me. I asked him what he thought he was doing just making himself comfortable in MY house and asked him if he was expecting me to get up and put the shopping away. He looked surprised and confused for a moment before he got the message and jumped up, gathered the bags and headed to the kitchen to put groceries etc… away, apologising as he did so. While he was doing that I helped myself to the takeout food he’d brought with him and watched some TV. He came back into the living room about half an hour later having put the shopping away, he’d even tidied the Kitchen counters up, and asked if there was anything else before he sat down.

This is where I decided to start implementing your advice, with a few modifications. I told him he could sit and he headed straight for one of the armchairs but I stopped him and pointed to the floor, he came and knelt (not sat) in front of me without me even having to speak. I was still eating the takeout he’d brought and asked him if he was hungry and he nodded and told me he’d bought some of the food for himself but I’d already eaten it so I told him he could have the leftovers. I passed some of the food I didn’t want down to him and he responded with ‘Thank you, Sir”. A few minutes later I kicked my shoes off and stretched my legs out in front of him to see how he’d react to the sight and smell of my feet. It was quite funny watching him try not to stare and get distracted while he sat at my feet and ate his scraps. After a little while I told him he could touch and take a sniff of my feet, before I’d even finished speaking he’d discarded his food and was leaning forward. I let him continue to worship my feet while I watched the rest of the TV show I had on.

Once I’d finished watching the TV I told him to clear up the takeout mess and bring me back a beer, which he did with a quick “Ok, Sir”. When he came back with my beer I told him to stay standing and strip, he looked a bit nervous but didn’t protest and took of his top, trousers and socks but left his boxer briefs on. I stared him straight in the eyes and said “All of it”, he obviously didn’t want to take his boxers off, I suspect he knew where it was going to lead, but reluctantly did so. As we previously established, this faggot hasn’t fully accepted his nature and still lets embarrassment stop it from fully letting go. It’s dick is pathetic sitting at just under 5 inches hard compared to my 8.5 inches and I suspect that this only furthered his embarrassment and served as a further mental block for him. Once the faggot was completely naked I instructed him to slowly turn around so I could fully inspect him, aside from the size of the fags dick he has quite a respectable body but clearly lacks confidence.

I stood and stepped up to him and told him to kneel. He seemed to feel more comfortable kneeling in front of me than he did when we were face to face or when I had him stand up in front of me for inspection, though I suppose that makes sense seeing as it probably feels more natural for him. As you suggested in your first response I instructed him to look up at me from his position at my feet and made sure he held eye contact by placing my hand underneath his chin so it couldn’t lower his head.

I asked “What are you?”…he clearly wasn’t sure what answer I was looking for so I tightened my grip on his chin and repeated the question. He responded with “Submissive, Sir”. I explained to him it that what he was feeling was something more than simply being submissive, it was something deeper. “You’re a faggot, always have been and always will be” I told him. As has usually been the case so far with this fag, he seemed uncomfortable when I confronted him about his true nature. This baffles me because this is someone who approached me just under two weeks ago, told me himself he was inferior, who has followed my instructions, run errands and taken my loads all without question (despite the occasional silent spell) and was currently kneeling at my feet, naked after eating my leftovers, doing chores for me and worshipping my feet. Despite all of that he still resists confronting and accepting the obvious, that he is unquestionably a faggot.

I then asked again…”So, what are you?”. This time he mumbled ‘I’m a faggot, Sir”, so I asked him to say it again, louder this time, and again. The third or fourth time he repeated it he said it with more conviction, this was clearly a difficult thing for him to admit to me and, more especially, accept himself for what was probably the first time. One thing I didn’t expect was how emotional the fag would become upon admitting it was a faggot, he began to cry. He didn’t try to pull away or break eye contact, I got the impression that they were tears of relief, rather than tears of sorrow or fear, that he had finally been able to truly acknowledge what he is. Seeing that he’d began to come to terms with his identity as a fag, I praised him for his honesty with me and stroked his cheek with my thumb which seemed to calm him. I told him he was a good boy and asked if he felt better now that he’d spoken the words “I am a faggot, Sir” to which simply nodded.

As you suggested, I then told him that he belonged to me and that he was now MY faggot and he, again, nodded in response. I made him repeat back to me three times, “I belong to you now, Sir” and “I am your faggot now, Sir”. While my instincts tell me he still hadn’t fully accepted that fact, I could tell he was starting to wake up to the reality of his situation, certainly more so than when he first walked into my house earlier in the evening. I told him I was proud of my him for accepting his position as my new faggot and my superiority over him. What surprised me most was how strongly I felt in that moment. I was, undeniably, turned on by the power I held over him at that moment and by the increasing sincerity of its submission. Most surprising for me was that I wasn’t just telling my fag that I was proud of it, I genuinely was feeling very proud of it in that moment. It just felt right.

Also surprising was what happened next, I don’t fully understand what happened to me but something just took over me. It was different to anything I’ve experienced before, it wasn’t as simple as just being incredibly turned on and wanting to release. It was more like a powerful, undeniable need to fuck him. It felt like an unavoidable, inescapable conclusion to the nights events to seal the bond between a Master and his new faggot. Now I’ve been rough and dominant with sexual partners before but this was different, I was unstoppable.

I dropped my trousers and shoved my fags face hard into my bulge, letting him inhale my scent and before I knew it I was face fucking it. The faggot was in total shock and wasn’t taking my whole cock initially, but notably it didn’t resist or try to pull away. I found myself getting frustrated that my whole dick wasn’t being swallowed and forced the faggots head forward, balls deep, and held it there as I continued to thrust. The fag was struggling to breath before long and was starting to struggle so I let its head go and let it draw breath before I instructed it to climb onto the couch and give me his other hole to fuck. I fucked him harder than I think I’ve ever fucked before, the fag couldn’t stop whimpering and moaning. I think it was hurting him but he didn’t ask me to stop or try to resist, his yelling was starting to irritate me so I reached forward and wrapped one arm around the fag’s chest and pulled him close to me and used my other hand to cover its mouth and I held him there until I shot my load deep into his hole.

Once it was over I think we were both in shock. The fag was lying on the sofa, sweating and shaking from the pounding I’d just given him while I went to the kitchen to get some water. When I came back he’d sat himself up and was avoiding eye contact again. At this point I started to feel a little bit guilty for going so hard on him, even I didn’t expect I’d be that rough. I went over to him, again, used my hand to tilt his head up and make eye contact and I told him he’d been a good boy and that I was proud of how he’d taken it. He seemed to find my touch reassuring and he leant into me and thanked me.

I told him to go and get cleaned up and gave him some water. He went off to the bathroom to splash his face with some water and take a few minutes to collect himself while I had another beer and tried to understand what had just happened. I have to admit, I did feel a little guilty for how roughly I’d treated him and was trying to figure out what had come over me, I also found myself keeping an eye on him to make sure he was ok. I got myself cleaned up, redressed and sat down to watch some TV while the fag was busy in the bathroom. When he came back, I told him to get dressed and come and sit with me and he ended up curled up next to me with his head in my lap. I could tell he felt a bit fragile so I stroked his hair and reassured him that he was ok and that I was proud of him. After about an hour watching TV we’d both come down from the high and I told him to head home and get some rest, again reassuring him he’d been a good fag that night and that I was pleased to call him my property. He thanked me for praising him and told me that he’d never been fucked like that before. I asked him how he felt about being fucked that hard and what had happened over the course of the night, he took a few minutes to respond but eventually said that he enjoyed me taking control and was pleased that I was satisfied with his progress and service but that the whole situation was a lot to process. I told him I understood that this was a big step for him and that he should take the night to reflect and message me in the morning.

This morning I woke up to a good morning text from him where he thanked me for last night and that, having had the chance to think about what happened, he knows now that he is definitely a fag, though he still feels its all very new to him and he doesn’t know exactly what I expect of him. So I told him to come over again tonight and so we can talk about him exploring his new-found faggot identity and what I expect from him going forward. I’ll keep you updated on what happens.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed by Master Ben’s expert application of my advice, but I was even more astounded by the faggot’s reaction to it! Like many faggots, this one needed to be forced to admit what it is and why it exists, and then it needed to be forcefully used.

And notice how the faggot broke down in tears when forced to repeatedly admit that it’s a faggot! This was coming from a place of long-held shame and embarrassment while kneeling before a superior Alpha. Then the faggot discovered its tears were not shameful in the eyes of its Alpha, but rather beautiful!

Master Ben had additional questions for me:

There are still things I need you to clarify about the mindset and behaviour of a fag. How can a faggot feel the need to approach someone they feel in their gut is their superior, begin to run errands, pay for food/shopping, obediently follow instructions, take their superiors’ load and worship their feet, scent and cock and still not realise or accept that they are, indeed, a natural born faggot?

I also don’t fully understand the feeling/urge that came over me last night that caused me to essentially lose control and use the faggot without any inhibitions. Is it normal for this to happen and to feel some guilt after using a faggot as I did last night. I don’t regret it and didn’t feel any regret last night. I didn’t force myself to act in a certain way I just, for what I think was the first time, truly let go and did what felt right. I also didn’t force the fag and, though it would have been difficult, would not have continued if I he’d given any indication that he genuinely did not want to go through with it. I think afterwards, he gave me just as much reassurance as I gave him, though in totally different ways, that we were both happy with what happened and that it felt ‘right’ somehow.

Here’s how I answered Master Ben’s questions:

Let me tackle your questions about the night’s activities.

1. The acceptance of faghood can often be quite traumatic for some faggots. It sometimes takes a little while, helped along with consistent training from an Alpha or Master. For me, it was almost instantaneous at age 17, but that’s how I assimilate things. Other faggots are different. Your faggot has been allowed to be picky and wishy-washy about its wants/needs until it met you. Gay culture has brainwashed it into thinking that it has rights equal to yours. That needs to be deprogrammed out of it by you and your power and wisdom, Master. Just be patient and consistent.

2. Here’s a little secret, Master: when I recommended that course of action you took, I told you that not only to break the faggot … I also did it to ignite a great power in you. I have had many years of both service to Alphas and the teaching of Hierarchy under my belt, and I’ve become quite adept at motivating Alphas to embrace the almost infinite power within them. It’s a power they don’t often fully understand themselves, but I’ve experienced the brunt of it many times in my life. I knew if you got the faggot on its knees as you stood over it, methodically breaking its resistance, you would feel an overwhelming urge to claim it. This is a very common trigger in Men. Now, the faggot exceeded my expectations by actually weeping with the repeated admission of its truth, which only set you off even more. I LOVED that part. It gave you an unsurpassed opportunity to be a Destroyer Alpha and a Protector Alpha all at once. And you exceeded any and all of my hopes and dreams for that moment, Master.

My experience with Master Ben has been extraordinary so far. He’s exceptionally bright and intuitive. But best of all, he’s inquisitive. He wants to learn how to be a better Master. He wants to become the god he senses within himself.

And by golly, I think he’s well on his way!

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!

Stories of teenage Alphas discovering their Alphahood are the lifeblood of this site. I know there are a lot of Alphas who read this site and are learning about ways their Alpha brothers came to embrace this destiny. They want to know they are not alone, that the use and ownership of faggots is normal and natural.

This process can be especially difficult for gay Alphas. They grow up with today’s misguided “everybody is equal” mantra of the gay agenda drummed into their heads, so calling a sub male “faggot” or using it as a slave feels “wrong” to them.

Thankfully there are examples of natural gay Alphas like Master Ben out there leading the way!

I want to share Master Ben’s extraordinarily well-written account of his formative years and how he developed his ownership of faggots.

As a bit of background I’m 23 years old and from the United Kingdom.

It’s only relatively recently that I’ve come to think about hierarchy, alphas and faggots etc… in the way you describe on your site/twitter. I have always known and felt that I was superior to the vast majority of people I have come into contact with, I’ve always known that I was better. For me that feeling of superiority, that I now recognise as the beginnings of me realising my true nature as an alpha, has always been there and has grown stronger as the years have gone by. I don’t meet most people’s stereotypical idea of what an alpha male is, I do not have the body of a Greek god, I do not always need to be the loudest voice in the room or the centre of attention and I am not particularly interested in material things. For me these things are irrelevant, of course there are genuine alphas out there who do have fantastic bodies, who are loud and always making themselves the centre of attention and who are wealthy etc… and that is perfectly legitimate. But in many cases, these things are used as facades, as a front to cover up insecurities or failings in someone’s character and they do not truly represent the person within. For me, being an alpha is more to do with how a man sees himself. True alpha males know that they are innately superior to those around them, they are not without flaws or insecurities but true alpha males know who they are, the good and the bad, and they own it.

That assessment pretty much sums up my experience. In high school I was never one of the popular kids because I never wanted to be one of the popular kids, I didn’t seek/need others’ approval and I wasn’t going to change the way I behaved in order to fit in with boys who were deeply insecure about themselves. In my very first year of high school word quickly got round the school that I was Gay, mainly because I never tried to hide it. Of course, as they do, some boys decided to take exception to that and attempted started to (or rather attempted to) bully me, seeing me as a kid that was not particularly athletic, outgoing and also, ironically, a ‘fag’. I let this go on for a couple of weeks mainly because it never really fazed me, their name calling etc… never bothered me and, though I wasn’t particularly athletic, even back then I was not a small guy, being tall and relatively stocky. I drew the line about a month into high school when these boys found out another of my classmates was also gay. Seeing that I wasn’t really bothered by their bullying tactics they put their full effort into tormenting him, verbally and physically. So one day I offered to walk with him to the bus stop on the way home from school so that he wouldn’t be alone when they came to bully him. Sure enough two gay guys walking together was all they needed to kickstart their bullying and it was at that moment I drew the line, turning around to face their ringleader and beating the shit out of him in front of pretty much the entire school as they all left for home. I told the rest of them that I’d happily do the same thing again to each and every one of them if they so much as looked in either of our directions again. From that moment on until the day we left that school neither I nor my gay classmate ever had trouble with those guys again.

I think that incident was a turning point for me. Simultaneously, I had gained the respect of many who had witnessed the situation unfold for standing up for myself, a more vulnerable friend and taking down the guy that had, until that point, King of our year group whilst also teaching teaching everyone a valuable lesson that I was not to be messed with and that I was the one on top. After that, the way people started treating me, and continued to treat me throughout school, got me thinking. I was universally respected, many looked up to me and some, including my gay classmate and some of the my former would-be bullies, even started showing signs of what I now recognise as submission and deference to me, particularly as we all grew up and started to become sexually active etc… People listened to me, usually did what I asked them to and some would go out of their way to do things for me or to speak with me. At the time I didn’t realise this for what it was.

Fast forward to university and that’s when I would say I really started to explore and exert my influence, though at first I just saw it as a simple dominant/submissive fetish situation. I found that I naturally fell into leadership positions, people would ask me for advice and I had a certain authority over many of my course mates not only as someone they saw as being strong, self-assured and assertive but, in some cases, because I was top of my class all the way through both of my degrees. Those were the smaller, less obvious signs that could just have easily pointed to anyone who happens to have decent communication or leadership skills. I began to realise that the innate superiority and dominance I had always known was a part of me was also being noticed by those around me, this was particularly clear to me in social and private settings. In social settings I’d have people paying for my food/drinks, they’d offer to to do jobs and run errands for me, they’d give up their seats or places in lectures/fieldtrips if necessary which I now feel confident in recognising as Betas. Of course, there were also those who would go further, who I now recognise as fully fledged faggots, that often offered their service on a more consistent and long-term basis ranging from doing my laundry and grocery shopping for me while I relaxed or went out with my mates through to being my regular ‘hookups’ as referred to them before finally learning and accepting the wisdom of hierarchy and the alpha/sub relationships. These hookups were often very subservient, submissive and I always knew I was the one in control, I could be rough, degrading etc… and none of my partners ever questioned it. As I said earlier, I had always just assumed this was dom/sub fetish, but in my final year at university I met a self-professed faggot who told me that I was not just a dom but I was, in fact, an Alpha. Unfortunately once I finished university I moved to far away to use and own that faggot but the more I began to read the more all of my life experiences so far have begun to make sense.

Now that I know that I have realised I am an Alpha and have learned about the true hierarchy that underpins all of our lives I am much more finely attuned to picking up on faggots, their behaviours and I am much better at using my influence as an Alpha to my advantage. Up until now I’ve never taken a faggot for my own, though I do make good use of Betas in my workplace and personal life. I am now, however, eager to learn much more about what it means to be an Alpha, how to exert my influence and the mindset of faggots. What I have noticed about myself, and I think this extends into my treatment of inferior men, is that I do not have a consistent approach. For those who I judge to be good people, kind, caring, intelligent etc… I tend to feel very protective and treat them as pets in a way. If, however, I judge someone to be of bad character, bullies, those that take advantage of those weaker or less well of than themselves I can become very aggressive. There have been instances where I have felt the need to break, humiliate and degrade them, sometimes in public, as a form of punishment. Maybe that makes me something of a protector, seeking to care for those who need it and break/punish those who deserve it.

You can really sense the development of Master Ben’s outlook as circumstance forced him to accept his truth. Alpha power cannot be suppressed or denied forever. Alphahood is like water, always seeking its center of gravity.

I’m just glad that Master Ben discovered this about himself early in life. That will give him decades to reign and hone his skills as a Master and owner of faggots!

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 can’t imagine what it’s like to be Alpha. To be a superior Man, approached constantly and offered service at every turn. I guess it would be nice eventually, but as an Alpha is growing up, that type of adoration can be confusing and even irritating.

I constantly have Alphas on Twitter asking me why a faggot acted a certain way because they’re genuinely baffled by some of the behavior they see. Hell, I’m a faggot and I’m often baffled!

One recent episode involving a young Alpha named Ben illustrates not only the bizarre behavior of some faggots, but how Alphas can use that to their advantage.

Here’s what Alpha Ben wrote to me:

Hi, I’m looking for some insight into the mind of a faggot.

At the beginning of last week, on Valentine’s day, I got a message through at about 11:30pm from a guy I’ve known for a little while now. We’ve never met in person and have never really had much to do with each other, we were only introduced virtually when a mutual friend added us both to a group chat with a bunch of other guys. His initial message was just a simple ‘Hey’ and nothing else. I replied back asking by asking how he was doing not really expecting much in response but it did strike me as being curious that he randomly struck up a conversation for the first time ever at 11pm on Valentine’s day of all days. Not thinking much of it I waited for him to respond, it kept showing that he was typing on and off for about 20 minutes before going offline without ever replying. I thought it was a bit strange but shrugged it off and went to bed. 

The following morning, I wake up to find a new message from him apologising for the night before and asking me how I was. I replied and told him I was good, he then asked me how my Valentines day was and that he hoped it had been better than his, explaining he’d spent the day alone (again), and that he was sure ‘a guy like me’ must have had plans with someone. I told him I didn’t usually bother with valentines day as I’m not looking for a relationship and I know I can get good sex whenever I want it from some of my regular hook-ups. He then started to compliment me, saying how he admired my confidence and that life must be great for ‘guys like you’. He told me he understands why guys want to keep hooking up with me and said he’s sure I’m great in bed. 

At this point it’s becoming pretty clear to me that he’s after more than the usual, generic chat to pass the time so I asked him outright if there’s something he wanted to ask me. Again, he goes back to typing, then deleting, then typing again before he flashes up as being offline halfway through our conversation. So I’m getting pretty annoyed with him constantly asking questions, making comments about me and then disappearing halfway through a conversation. I messaged him back telling him he was pissing me off and that if he wanted to talk he needed to cut playing games and get to the point. He didn’t come back online for the rest of the day but, again, when I woke up the next morning he had apologised for the night before and he said he did have something to ask me but he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. So I told him to just ask me and if I didn’t want to answer, I wouldn’t…simple as that. 

So it turns out that all along he’d wanted to ask me if I’d ever had ‘kinky sex’. He wanted to know if I had any fetishes/kinks and if I’d ever acted on them. Now I’m quite an open person about my sexuality (I’m Gay) and about my likes/dislikes so I replied and told him that I have several fetishes/kinks etc… and asked why he wanted to know. By this point I’m almost convinced this guy is a genuine fag, judging from the way he kept on complimenting me and praising me, how he seemed to be scared/nervous to speak directly with me and kept waiting until the middle of the night when I was offline to respond and ask his questions. 

By my nature I’m quite a dominant person, in my personal and professional life I like to take control, when I speak people listen to me and usually fall in line, people turn to me for advice and guidance etc… I’ve had sexual partners that engaged in dom/sub but for them it was always roleplay, it was just a fantasy whereas for me it was my reality. It has always felt  ‘right’ that I’m on top and in charge and something was always missing from those encounters where it never felt like my partner’s submission was genuine. There have been times, however, where I have felt that a guy was genuinely submissive by nature judging by how he has approached and treated me, almost with deference and a respect that felt like it was more than just respect for a work colleague or friend. I have quite often taken advantage of that professionally and personally, getting those guys to buy me drinks, food, run errands and pick up work for me, all done without hesitation, question or the expectation of getting something in return. I’ve never taken the relationship with these subs beyond day to day errands and simple things that make my life easier, though I’ve always suspected I could make more use of them and they wouldn’t question it, because they’re work colleagues or friends of friends and I can’t be bothered with them developing an attachment that I then have to deal with at work or when I’m trying to socialise with my mates. 

This guy and his messages, however, is different. I don’t work with him and we never meet up socially with our mutual friends. He told me he was, in his words, ‘a sissy boy’ who liked to be dressed up, degraded and humiliated…just as I had suspected, a fully fledged faggot. I didn’t respond immediately as I wanted to see if and how he would approach me now that we both knew who was in charge, it took a little while but a few hours later he came back and asked me if I was still there, addressing me as Sir. Since then we’ve been messaging regularly, he keeps telling me how he can’t stop thinking about serving me and that he wants to be useful but it seems as though, despite him seeking me out and taking the decision (unprompted) to acknowledge that he is inferior to me, he still hasn’t accepted and come to terms with his position in life. 

It’s been less than two weeks since he first approached me and I’ve already had him run errands for me, pay for my shopping, he’s offered himself up for me to use and release my frustration etc… Having said that, there are days when he doesn’t respond to messages and there are times when it’s almost as though he gets embarrassed and tries to pretend he’s not just been running my errands all day before getting face-fucked in the evening and that the whole he’s not submissive at all, it’s almost like indignation that he’s being treat that way, and then the next day he’s back to being a submissive little slut who won’t stop apologising for his earlier behaviour. It’s like he wants to submit but can’t bring himself to actually do it. My instinct tells me this is his first time submitting, or wanting to submit, and that he needs to be broken before he will accept his true nature. I’m minded to stop going so easy on him and start teaching him the true meaning of submission, respect and discipline as I’m sick of messing around with him. 

Thoughts?

I replied this way:

First of all, your situation demonstrates the absolute truth of Hierarchy. You’re a gay Alpha, yet you view faggots and Hierarchically-inferior males exactly the same as straight Alphas. That’s important to note here, because your approach to the issue is the same either way.
 
You’re absolutely correct, Sir – this faggot hasn’t fully accepted that it is a faggot. It’s nature is pushing it to accept this, but its pride and self image are resisting. Many people fall into this trap, which leads only to emptiness and unfulfillment. 
 
This faggot will only find fulfillment serving as your owned property.
 
I’m glad to hear that you are using it for errands and breeding/feeding it already, Sir. Those are important first steps, especially the regular cum loads. Your cum is very powerful as a mind control delivery system, and the more you give it, the more control you gain over the faggot. 
 
But given that the faggot hasn’t fully surrendered to you, that can only indicate that it is afraid. So here’s where you must implement your natural Alpha power and authority, Sir. You need to get inside the faggot’s head and reassure it that serving you is its purpose, and that you want it to fully submit to you so that you can care for its needs and train it properly. 
 
Here’s what I suggest as a first step: Make the faggot strip naked and kneel. Stand over it and look down at it. Make it hold your gaze. Then I want you to get the faggot to admit out loud that it is a faggot. Not a “yes” answer, but have it repeat “I am a faggot, Sir.” Then tell it you are proud of it, saying “good boy” or “good faggot” while stroking its hair. Tell it that you want to own it completely. Then have it repeat “I am YOUR faggot”, which is a psychologically different thing for it to admit. Praise it again. After that, breed it. 
 
You might need multiple sessions like this, always with the emphasis that the faggot needs to relinquish control and surrender itself to you. 
 
Further steps I’d recommend involve a chastity cage, because you caging your faggot is similar in meaning (to a faggot) as collaring – it’s like a wedding ring for a faggot. Psychologically, the cage (or collar) emphasizes the inferiority of the faggot and its owned status. You also might want to move the faggot into your home in order to deepen its need to constantly serve your needs.

I haven’t heard from Alpha Ben yet to see if he was able to implement what I suggested. But I think it’s important to note a couple of things.

1. Faggots aren’t going to confuse Alphas for long. The game playing is only going to force them to use more aggressive means to break a faggot down.

2. Alphas have the patience and confidence to wait. Faggots twist themselves into incoherency trying to process their feelings, but Alphas are able to wait out a faggot and strike at the right moment.

3. Faggots really need Alphas to take control of them and their behavioral issues. Without that guidance, faggots become feral and lost.

I really hope Alpha Ben manages to rope this faggot and subdue it. It’s truly the natural order of things, and by conquering this faggot Alpha Ben will not only change the faggot’s life, but his as well.

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Nobody alive understands Hierarchy as well or as deeply as Master Dino. He lived it in his life as a straight Alpha, so when it came time to claim his first faggot (now fagwife Jamie), he was already agreeable to the precepts of Hierarchy. And in the years since then, he has built a large, Hierarchically-governed compound in the mountains where he teaches Alphahood to Men like his Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and faghood to the harem of faggots living/working there.

It’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, except it has a river of cum instead of chocolate, and the everlasting gobstoppers are the raging Alpha cocks searching for holes. And overseeing and directing it all is God Dino.

I’m regularly surprised at how intimately-involved God Dino is in the training and care of everyone at this Hierarchical Mecca. He trains and encourages the Alphas just as he trains and comforts the faggots. In Hierarchical terms, God Dino is literally God.

The arrival of Master Cal, an obvious straight Apex Alpha damaged by a loveless wife, presented God Dino with a chance to refine his Alpha training program. We’ve covered much of it on this site, and many of you have remarked about the subtle details of what God Dino is teaching Master Cal.

But no training I’ve ever known matches what God Dino did with Master Cal. It’s called “The Blessing Ceremony,” and it’s designed to create maximum desire in both Alphas and faggots.

Here’s Master Cal’s description of it:

         This happened, I think, the second Sunday I was here. You know this Hierarchical stuff is almost a religion, especially here. Lol I thought this was a terrific answer to the question, Why are these fags SO loving and submissive to these particular Men? I see they are treated maybe a little better than your average fag but their owners are pretty high in Hierarchy and ‘society’ so that’s a part of it. However, a Man ain’t always teddybear huggable,  you get Me. Clearly, faggots here are not abused in any way at all. They are sometimes used to exhaustion but not one will stop asking for use until it’s Master of that moment is finished. Loyal and hungry to a fault, yet unspoiled and definitely the hardest of workers. They care for 14 Boys, the youngest of which is about a year old, I think. They help mommy when she needs them. They clean this huge place and are on call for any Man not working or out that day. They never complain, they adore We Men. I was about to discover one of the reasons why.

               It was one Sunday morning. I was summoned by God to His Sanctuary. He still scared Me shitless then. (Still does. Lol) I went in. Pop was naked and hard in His bed. I sat on one side as he explained that every Sunday morning before breakfast He or Chad, Dean, or Tank ‘blessed’ the faggots. Pink faggot came in and crawled up on Pop’s huge bed and knelt between His knees. “What is your request, sweet pinkfaggot?” Pop asked.       “Yes Sir, please Sir, could, would you personally use me more often? I love you Master! I love you so much Master!”
                   Then Pop took faggots ears, pulled it up and kissed it and told it yes. Then Pop pulled pinky’s head down and she swallowed His cock! Pop can bust on cue most times and as soon as she hit bottom Pop started feeding her. When it was over she thanked Him and left.

        You get the idea. Almost any faggot request is granted, if possible. That Sunday was Tank’s. Since He is gone it became My Sunday. What a fucking RUSH! I thought it would be damned hard to cum on cue  but the Alpha power gained by blessing these fags just makes it happen. I dare any Man be in that god-like situation and NOT bust when that submissive, sweet cum hole swallows your cock with such love and REVERENCE! No real Man could hold back His nut. Well Pop could. He can do anything IMHO.  Lol

         I forgot to say each faggot comes in freshly scrubbed, smelling so sweet and clean. I always allow them a 5 second look into My eyes. I was surprised at many of the responses My gift to them received.  To My amazement, most couldn’t do it for more than about 2 seconds, many couldn’t at all! Fuck and Goddamn, sam! What a fucking joy it is being Alpha! 

           But, each encounter is only maybe 4 minutes long unless one is over emotional and must be comforted. Pop told Me terry spent 20 minutes asking, begging to be My personal faggot until I left. Of course this was early on before I even knew it was anything but orangefaggot. Then He said as He left, “Shit like that puts an extra Alpha grunt in Your rut, doesn’t it Boy?” Lol Man I love Pop!

           My Sunday is coming up soon. I’m already hard, hell, I STAY hard now! But, last night Pop gathered His ‘Boys’ in His office. He told Us Wednesday was another training day for Me. He said when we woke this morning, no sex, no clothes were to be worn. Go downstairs, have breakfast then leave faggots doing usual chores. We were to parade around hard all day doing things as closely as We could to the faggots so they would hungrily yet shamefully stare at the Real Men they worship. We could watch vids and rub one out–almost–so the little faggot’s lust would consume them inside while they try to pretend they aren’t DYING for just one quick taste of even a Man’s snot while they keep working. Pop also advised Me to try and let My precum plop on the tile floor real close to a fag so they can hear it, see it and smell it. He said it’s funny and sweet how their eyes will go back and forth to the cum on the floor to you to your cock trying to figure out what to ask for first. Lol

              Then to Me He said, “I’m aware this is a lot of fun for you Boys but its about responsibility too. If you want to own several faggots like Chad you got to have power, sure, but endurance is something that will bring You blessings time and again. When You are in control of You body and Power, Son You will have any woman and any hole You WILL EVER DESIRE. And They will mutherfucking PLEAD with You for any chance to be a part of Your life or in a faggots case, to be claimed by You. Always try to choose carefully. But, as I was saying this seems fun but remember You are learning to control Your mind and body. You may not orgasm until after dinner. You will have a normal day off, whatever that is to You. The difference being You will openly display Yourself and Your Manhood to faggots as you conduct Your day.”

       Pop was right. I am on fire to bust and My precum is leaking like a dripping faucet. Sure enough, it is fun flicking precum off My cock next to a faggot and see that hunger but it fires the hunger in Me to take that faggot and cum in her stickpussy! Goddamn, this is going to be one of those ‘I survived it’ tests. Lol My little terry may not be in one piece after I use her tonight. I’m going to be SO fucking turned on after today! Fuck! Fuck, sam! Just FUCK! 

I was speechless after reading this. This training program is next-level insight that I think every Alpha should experience! It’s a holistic approach that tackles every aspect of Alphahood, in mind, body, and spirit. It’s beautiful.

Master Cal wrote the next day or so to tell me about his experience afterward:

What a night! I made it all day without busting! By the time dinnertime came and went I swear if a fag had even approached me I would’ve blasted a load across a football field!! After eating Pop said, “Alright boys, go feed and fuck the faggots. They’re primed and ready.” I yelled at terry to get the fuck upstairs and I followed the smoke she left behind her in her race to My suite. 

           When I got there I lay on the bed, my super hard cock aching to shoot and my precum flowing as never before. I smiled at terry and told her tonight might be rough on her because I’ve never felt like such a MAN! She smiled and said she knew after holding off all day I would probably have the biggest orgasm of My life and she wanted to do something special for Me to show Me how much she loved me and how she lived only to please and satisfy Me. I happily said sure! I was sitting on the bed, my cock standing straight up and drooling. I warned her My first load would start the instant she touched My cock. She looked at her Master, told Me I was Her God. Then she put only the head of My cock in her mouth and gently sucked it while barely flicking her tongue around it.  She did it all so slowly it delayed My ‘instant orgasm’ about 10 seconds. In that 10 seconds My nuts jumped and churned, My head spun and My power began to overflow. The bitch knows when I’m going to cum and like 2 seconds before I did she moaned like she does when I make her cum. FUCK! I started pumping My load while she held My cockhead, still barely sucking and licking and swallowing My cum. After about the 5th rope bitch engulfed My cock, turned on the suction, and stayed all the way down on My cock while I called her My filthy slut and shot the other 10 ropes down into her guts. Fuck sam! I fucked her at least 9 times last night and even filled 4 other faggot holes while never forgetting My own hungry cunt. For the first time I’d done what My Brother cautioned Me about-terry is now on her faggot period.  Mommy has nursed and cared for her this morning while managing to slut 2 loads out of her Boy! Goddamn mommy is the world’s greatest cocksucker! All the fags are above average at it but mommy seems to have this understanding of what each of Us Dudes like best and then uses that knowledge to show Us what Gods We are. Mommy loves her Boys and makes Us feel fucking invincible! She’s SO goddamned good it’s hard to stop her from draining every fucking one of Us. She’s goddamned hard to resist!       

When I first saw terry bleeding I was concerned. She just said to please at least shoot My load and then call mommy. She assured Me she’d be fine and was really proud I had cared so much for her that I destroyed her pussy. She was honored I fucked her bloody!! FUCK AND GODDAMN, faggot! I’m telling you, EVERY GODDAMN DAY something happens to blow My mutherfucking mind! I almost abused My faggot and she is HAPPY that I’ve fucked her raw and bloody! No breeder cunt on earth understands and craves a Man like a fag! They really have no idea what really pleases and satisfies a Man. I’m so glad I had no qualms of fucking faggots. My life was a sad and sorry affair before My Brother opened My eyes and gave Me a real, true view of what a Man’s life is supposed to be. I just hope My life brings more honor to Pop, Chad, and Dean. They gave Me life. I hope I make Them proud of Me. 

Thanks to the skillful training provided by God Dino, Master Cal has been able to channel his Alphahood and purpose while also rebuilding his confidence. He’s on solid ground now, building a foundation to a Kingdom that will never be toppled!

As for God Dino and The Family, they are more than proud of Master Cal. Bonds forged with Hierarchical Truth yoke these Alphas and faggots together in love and purpose, and it will never be broken!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The true story of straight Master Cal’s discovery of faggots and his apprenticeship under the guidance of God Dino and Masters Chad and Dean will undoubtedly end up being one of the most definitive sagas in all Hierarchical literature. It’s so full of wonder and awe, power and passion, that its depth of truth cannot ever be erased or denied.

In fact, “awe” is the operative word to describe Master Cal these days. He now owns a devoted faggot, and lives like an Olympian God alongside his fellow God Alphas, tended to lovingly by a harem of talented faggot whores (is that redundant?).

His life has changed COMPLETELY in just a matter of three or four weeks. He went from Manhood to Godhood so quickly that I’m surprised he didn’t die from sudden decompression.

Just listen to Master Cal describe his wonder:

         Can’t believe you posted about My greatness and didn’t inform Me! Lol What is it Chad says? “I’m just poking your pussy.” 

Anyway, when I woke terry was already over in the small kitchen of My ‘suite’ as everyone calls Our rooms. When she saw I was awake she ran over and assumed ‘Master’s urinal’ position. When I finished I just held her head and let My cock grow down her throat. She loves that! Amazing! Breeder cunts would have Us arrested for Our natural right to take and use any hole on earth but faggots get off on doing shit Men want to do to women but can’t without risking jail and ostracisim. As little actual time all this has been My life, I can’t imagine a life and a future without owning fags. Even though you aren’t a Man, can you picture how PUMPED it makes a Man to have faggots begging to be My urinal, moaning in heat while they lick My Manhole, almost fighting for a taste of My cum? They envy My terry’s place but without negativity, like they regret I chose her instead of them. The fags gets along well. I think it’s because all faggots are used by all the Men so nobody gets too jealous, just a little harmless envy. Besides any shit that might be unbecoming faggot behavior is crushed in a second by the Savior.  You should see Him sam.  My Brother is a MASTER at handling, caring for, caring about, and guiding any faggot. He can even discipline one yet leave her knowing how special and unique she is and how she is an important part of the family. I’ve never seen anything like His power. He’s so humble about the real Hierarchical achievements He has surpassed. Chad isn’t known for His humility in most things. LOL Really, He only brags about shit that’s not real important to life, kind of like poking fun at Himself like He LOVES to do to everybody else. 
                  

I don’t know who I am to comment on Chad’s ego. Fuck faggot, terry will point Me to another post about Me. Reading the shit makes Me hard! I’m getting a bone because of My own awesomeness! Lol  How’s that for Goddamn ego! While terry is cooking and I watch her enjoy caring for Me. I didn’t give her the usual morning load. I’m teasing her so I didn’t cum and told her to continue her chores. I’m sitting here hard. She stares more than she should. She is hungry and happy. I can make her gasp by fingering My precum and rubbing it around the head of My cock. Once I almost nutted, teasing faggot and Myself. terry knows the instant I’m going to nut and when I almost did but held it back, I saw she had been ready to pounce from across the room! If I had busted My slut baby would have gotten every drop. The reverence for My cum is incredible. Breeder cunts shame a real Man’s load. Dirty faggots consider it like Holy water from the Gods. One spilled drop to them is like throwing diamonds into the ocean. I saw Pop comfort a faggot once. It had coughed eating His load and lost some of His truly sacred cum. She was inconsolable and wracked with guilt and shame. Pop had her calm and quiet in about 2 minutes of whispering in her ear and gently rocking her. Pop is God, faggot. He really is. He handles so much in one day. My Brothers told Me how it took both of Them to cover Pop’s work while He was on vacation. Not only did They have to work longer and harder to equal Pop’s output but the, frankly, mind-bending stress and the near genius ability required to instantly read and then act in any type of situation would crush lessers. 

          I said it before but I know My first 30 years were Goddamn shit to prepare Me and make Me appreciate life now. Hell, Chad’s even got Me thinking about breeding some Sons. Before, I had nothing to be proud of and wanted no children.  Now, I want Sons to teach and train to be real, free MEN! I want Them to be a part of this family and know it’s love and warmth. I never had those things–until now. And I want to share My joy with the world! Dudes–go claim a faggot! Today, this fucking minute! You guys don’t know what you’ve been missing! Go take one, it’s your RIGHT as an Alpha Male.

If you can find a better description of The Real Life of Alphahood anywhere on the internet, I’d love to read it.

That final paragraph is a knockout. Any straight Alpha reading that should be moved to action immediately.

Master Cal is living The Real Life nature always intended for him. He’s giddy, flying above the clouds and nothing but clear, blue skies everywhere!

Hierarchy Is Truth!