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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you to Master Ben for his brilliance and vision!

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

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

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

Or over to his parent’s house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What’s up fag, 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No limits. No boundaries. No stopping.

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

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

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

I created the episode because of my beloved Master Ben.

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

Lost and shaken, Master Ben withrew without a word.

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

Hello Sam,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I appreciate you checking in, faggot. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was magical. 

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

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

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

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

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

Then I heard from Master Ben about this experience:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I felt supercharged.”

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

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

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

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

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

The Three Primary Faggots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Faggot And The Cuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Conclusion

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

No, the title is EARNED through ACTION.

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

Just the way a god would.

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!

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!

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!

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.

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 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!

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.