Master Ben Breaks A Faggot
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!
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