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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Um, THAT WAS JUST DAY ONE.

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

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

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

But then DAY TWO happened:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s just as Nature intended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now let’s stop and digest that part.

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

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

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

That starts with an Alpha’s Pack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Astonishing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

EVERYBODY!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MASTER BEN CUNTED HIS FIRST FAGGOT!

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

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

Let’s resume his story:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Master Ben had additional questions for me:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s what Alpha Ben wrote to me:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thoughts?

I replied this way:

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

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

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

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

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

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