Meet The Parents

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

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

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

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

Or over to his parent’s house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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