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!
Alphahood is a divine gift. Yes, some of it arises from the haphazard and random assemblage of chromosomes at conception, but there is another, more spiritual element to the truest Alphas that’s much harder to define.
We might refer to this mystical element as a “calling”.
Why certain Men are called to fulfill a birthright as an Alpha remains a mystery, but there is no doubt these Alphas feel the weight and responsibility as superior Men. They recognize the legacy they’ve inherited as part of an unbroken fraternal line of Alpha rulers throughout history.
These Alphas distinguish themselves in youth, and really begin to experience their power in their teens and early twenties. During this time, Alpha hierarchy is established, with the most gifted and powerful Alphas ascending to the highest-heights known to Man: The God Alpha.
Why they are chosen, we don’t know. But when a called Alpha embraces that calling, he fully becomes that God Alpha nature intended.
And then magic is possible.
Master Ben’s story (which started on FWA and continues here) is one that stuck with so many readers because they recognized what I also saw: Master Ben is a natural-born Alpha called to God Alphahood.
Master Ben’s first update in three years confirms the realization of that calling. He has ascended to God Alphahood!
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Hello Faggot,
Thought I’d bless you with an update, it’s been a while.
My life has never been better, as the years have gone by my power has only increased and I’m more comfortable with it than ever. Every aspect of my life, and those of my fags, is under my full control – no matter where I go, be it home, work or in public, my every word becomes law. I’ve come to realise with even more certainty than I had the last time we spoke just how powerful Alphas like me are. That fire and undeniable need I spoke of back when I was discovering my true alpha status is still there and just as strong as ever, I feel it burning inside me always. It is clear to me now there are no limits to what I can achieve, it’s not just faggots or beta males – everyone is inferior to me. The people I work with, those I pass on the street or the people at the bar, even my inner circle. Sure – they aren’t all fags, but they sure as hell aren’t my equals. Life becomes so much easier and more pleasurable when you realise you really are the King. Some fall in line right away, some resist and push back or become indignant but they all break eventually.
At home things have only improved since we last spoke – as I’d mentioned to you back then, I was beginning to realise not all faggots are equal and I decided there’s no point wasting something as precious as my time and attention on those who are simply not worthy and so I’ve introduced a strict faggot hierarchy amongst those who serve me. More details later.
At work, I’ve been promoted – I’m quite literally the Boss. I have 3 departments that report to me, all the staff that work under me love and fear me in equal measure and the teams I manage have never been so efficient and successful. You might remember Joe – my cock-sucking former ‘boss’ – well, he no longer works with me. On my instruction he took early retirement, along with a fat payout, and has devoted his life and savings to me and I’ve found a much younger and sexier fag intern at work to take over his cock-sucking duties.
I now have a total of six live-in fags and countless others who serve me on an ongoing, if irregular, basis. I’m in full control of all the live-in fags’ finances – they keep the house immaculate, do all the menial shit that I’m too good for and take care of my every need and want. There’s not a moment that goes by where I don’t have multiple faggots doing something in service of me – whether they’re in my presence or not. I have to travel around the country quite a lot in my new role, ideally with my faggot intern. When I’m travelling I either take over a local fag’s house or apartment, assuming it’s up to my standards, or get put up in a hotel on company funds with fag cash to top myself up if I hit my company spending limit. Either way there’s never any shortage of fags nearby who are only too happy to get a taste of me.
I’ve become who I was always meant to be – I won’t be labelled as a ‘destroyer’ or ‘protector’ alpha or anything else. I do what I want, when I want with whichever fag, beta or slave I choose. I don’t limit myself any longer – I can be the gentlest, most caring Alpha you’ve ever had or I can let that primal rage take over and become a beast. I love to see fags trembling in fear and awe of me just as much as I love seeing faggots’ adoring faces staring up at me feeling safe, protected and cared for. Depends on the faggot, depends on my mood. Why box myself into a label or ‘role’ when I can have it all? The Power is intoxicating.
As I mentioned before – given how successful I’ve been both as an Alpha and in my career, my time and attention has become increasingly valuable. As such not all faggots deserve an equal share of me and I’ve put them into a sort of faggot hierarchy of my own which not only dictates how much, and what kind of, attention they get from me but also what duties and tasks they’re responsible for that make my life easier and better. At the bottom of the pile we have fag Dean and a new faggot, Sammy. Then we have Calum, Connor and Joe who are all live in fags (plus Matt and Lew – the fags that were involved in the cuckolding). Finally, and most importantly, we have my beautiful and most loyal boy Jack who sits at the top of the hierarchy of my faggots. The various fags who live around the country that I use on/off when travelling aren’t really worth mentioning in detail for the most part – though naturally, any outstanding acts of service may be highlighted if and when they occur.
Dean and Sammy are both the kinds of fag that are naturally limited. No matter how much effort, training or guidance they receive from me they are fundamentally broken people. They see themselves as worthless and thrive on humiliation and degradation – I’m don’t see why I should continue to waste my time trying to improve and better faggots that fundamentally have nothing more to offer than completion of the most basic of tasks. You might remember I was considering refurbishing the basement level of my house and creating rooms to house some of my faggots. Both Dean and Sammy live down there – they have a small living area and two small single bedrooms, they get fed and watered at meal times when one of my other fags takes their meals down to them after we’ve finished eating. Their responsibilities are largely limited to cleaning, laundry and taking out the bins etc… They get the occasional face fuck from me and are sometimes treated by being allowed to serve as my human urinal or footstool. They have no extra privileges as my other faggots do, their nubs are permanently locked, they have no control over their money, they get no allowance other than basic money to travel to and from work and they are not permitted to move freely around the house unless they’re carrying out their daily duties or have specifically been ordered to do something by me. It might sound like harsh treatment but continuing to try and raise them up was a waste of my time – fundamentally, they have found where they belong. I do still ensure they’re cared for and check in with them regularly to ensure that they are not struggling and to re-assess how they’re getting on but honestly, they seem happier than ever. It’s like I’ve taken away their need to think about how they serve me and dumbed it down to the simplest tasks which, ironically, seems to have given them a level of freedom and satisfaction they’d never fully experienced before.
Calum, Connor and Joe are all what I’d describe as your average fag. They’re good, loyal and obedient – they take instruction and guidance well and always want to prove themselves. They live on the second floor, Calum and Connor share a nice double room and Joe has a smaller single to himself. Joe is quite a bit older than the other two and to be honest I think they’re best off sleeping in separate rooms. It would be a bit cramped to have all three in one room, especially with Connor’s size, and more generally I don’t think Joe could keep up with the two younger guys. They are generally responsible for running errands such as grocery shopping, collecting/dropping off parcels, preparing our food and just general service around the house (fetching me drinks and snacks, answering the doors etc…). They eat at the same time as I do but they eat together in the kitchen, separate from myself and Jack. I use all three regularly, mostly to worship my feet, pits and ass or give me massages.They usually get to share a taste of my load at least once a day either direct from the source or I let them lick the cum off each others bodies or holes after I’ve finished breeding one of them. They get a few privileges – they can for the most part move around the house freely, except for my private office and the top floor master suite which are both off limits, they all have surrendered control of their finances to me but I give them a modest allowance back for them to spend as they wish. I keep them locked most of the time but do occasionally allow them to be uncaged and play with their man clits.
Finally my most prized faggot – Jack. There are no words to adequately describe how valuable Jack is to me – a more perfect fag never existed. It’s like he was born into this world custom made to be owned and used by me – he knows me so well I barely ever need to prompt or train him. I’ve never needed to correct him or discipline him and he trusts me with his life. There is nobody more committed or loyal to me in this world than Jack and I make sure he is rewarded well for his service. Jack sleeps with me each night on the top floor in my master suite, we eat together and relax together – he is always by my side, ready and waiting for his next chance to serve. He’s far too good to be wasted cooking, cleaning the whole house and running errands and doesn’t have set day-to-day duties like the others. Mainly I ask him to do things that require higher levels of trust – he does all the admin around the household bills once I’ve decided how money should be allocated and spent for example, places online orders on my accounts, helps keep my office and our top floor orderly. Mainly though his time is taken up by being with me – he treats me like the King I am and I make sure he’s treated like my Queen. He has free reign in the house, can choose when if/when he’s caged, gets a generous allowance to spend how he wants and also gets funds on top to buy things to keep the house looking nice etc… and has a limited amount of control over the other fags, they know how important he is to me so by keeping him happy they keep me happy. There are no limits to how I use Jack – one day we can have the gentlest, most loving sex imaginable and the next I can be brutal and unforgiving but Jack never wavers, he trusts me completely and afterwards I make sure he’s well looked after.
I think I may have discussed previously that the lines are blurred for me when it comes to Jack – I see him as more than just my faggot and intend to marry him at some point. Despite the fact I feel this way about him and the fact he has considerable privileges compared with the other fags the one thing that proves to me above all else that he is the perfect faggot for me is that I could wake up tomorrow and tell him all his privileges have been revoked and that he’ll spend the rest of his life scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets and it wouldn’t make the slightest difference. He’d still be just as devoted and loving, thank me for the honour and get straight to work. No matter how well I treat him or how much I raise him up, he never forgets his place and never imagines us as equals – he knows his place in this life is by my side and at my service and that is all he needs.
Much more to share but you and your faggot readers will have to wait – can’t spoil you all too much.
Your Alpha,
Master Ben
I’m not sure if God Alphahood has ever been so skillfully articulated before! It’s breathtaking to hear Master Ben describe the astounding breadth and power of his Kingdom so nonchalantly, as if he was describing the weather.
But that’s precisely the point: it IS nonchalant for him, because he’s simply becoming what he was called to fulfill.
I love the line “the power is intoxicating” to describe what he’s going through. It’s as if Master Ben plugged into a universal power source and all of the power of our natural world is now coursing through him!
And you can tell how comfortable Master Ben is with such awesome power. Everything is effortless for God Alphas like him. His power attracts money, position, pussy, worship, and obedience. The entire world bends to his will now that he’s embraced the truth of his calling.
I’ve often advocated for Alphas to own multiple in-house faggots/females to constantly worship and serve them. I just think that certain Alphas (particularly God Alphas) need the abundance of worship and the simulation of Kingship to grow their power more deeply.
That’s why I was thrilled to hear that Master Ben owns SIX live-in faggots! It sounds like Master Ben owns a mansion-sized house, so it can use six fags to tend to it, but it’s more than that. Master Ben is powerful enough to effortlessly own and direct six in-house faggots and receive nothing but absolute worship and service. That’s how he shows himself respect!
I love that Master Ben respects hierarchy enough to utilize hierarchical positions with his fags. The truth of hierarchy is so deep and ingrained that it can be used subconsciously to control others. That’s exactly what Master Ben is doing with his faggots, and I suspect he does the same at work.
But most of all, Master Ben has ascended so high that he’s beyond labels, beyond judgment, and beyond the comprehension of inferiors. He’s truly free, unencumbered by the concerns burdening lesser males.
Master Ben was called to God Alphahood, and he resoundingly answered! My little faggot heart rejoices for him and everyone blessed to serve him!
Thank you Master Ben!
Yours,
sam the faggot
