Master Ben’s Cold Correction

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!