The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was a little surprised to look back into the archives and find that it’s only been a little bit more than a month ago since Ben last updated me. It felt like it had been months. I guess my life has been a little too hectic!

Ben’s situation is extraordinarily frustrating because he keeps ping-ponging between two straight Masters, Master Grayson and Master Ethan. In the past, I harshly labelled Master Grayson as a Destroyer Alpha based on his rather cruel treatment of Ben as well as the Orwellian insistence on surveilling Ben’s every waking moment. On the other hand, Master Ethan seemed to be more of a Protector type, warmer and more comforting. I very much preferred that Ben stick to serving Master Ethan and leaving Master Grayson in the past.

Well, as usual with Ben, things have taken another sharp left turn:

I wanted to write again for an update so you know what’s happening and if you have any advice for me. For better or worse, I am unable to serve Ethan anymore as he has recently found a partner who he devotes his time to. I want to say I was okay with it and I listened to your advice  and stopped trying but when I found out, I made a slightly rash decision and confronted him in person why he was dating someone and in a way confessed I had feelings for him. He told me to get on my knees and crawl to him to suck him off, which I did and I thought something would happen but he simply said “you’re such an obedient boy but you’re just a hole” and “you’re just so desperate to serve me as a slave but not as a boyfriend”. After that I haven’t seen him besides the ocassional run-in but he won’t text to meet up anymore.

Since then it’s stupid but I have spiraled a bit since I didn’t really have anyone to lean on besides Grayson. He has been helpful in keeping me motivated to work out and keep going to fulfill my work and also tasks as an apartment slave. However, he has also been more brutal with me lately not sure if he’s taking advantage of me by making me cook more for him and his gf, give him more money to sustain his lifestyle, and lately even loaning me out to his friends to use as a cumdump. It feels so humiliating because with the spiral I’ve thought all I can do now is serve Grayson and that’s all my mind has been on but since he’s mostly satisfied now with a gf it feels even worse that when I give head or am a hole now it’s just for his friends not even him.

The last thing that has really cemented things has been last week Grayson allowed me to take off my chastity for the first time in over 2.5 months and told me to invite someone over to let me top for the first time in a while. I was excited to finally take off the chastity and do something but when the time came, I couldn’t perform at all and couldn’t get it up and because of the chastity the guy I was supposed to hook up with said I was too small. To make things worse Grayson was in the apartment for this as he said he wanted to show me how pathetic I had become and he ended up locking me in a smaller cage and facefucking the guy I was supposed to top in front of me. I’m ashamed to admit that watching that made me harder but I couldn’t really do anything restrained by the cage. He ended up telling me that he is now locking me in chastity forever and to always remember this day as the reason why I don’t deserve to be free.

These events have me really spiraling as I accepted I was a slave of sorts, but this has really cemented how lowly I am. I wasn’t enough to be a bf, not enough to be my master’s hole, and also not good enough to be a top anymore. I am trying to accept all this but it’s hard and I’ve been trying to win back Grayson after all this as being unable to be used by him has made me realize a lot how much I want it. It has been a lot, but I promise I am alright, it’s just good to write this out as this space has been helpful in navigating everything.

I didn’t see that coming!

First of all, what a shame that Master Ethan did that to Ben. So much for the “Protector Alpha” label! In fact, he dismissed Ben in the ugliest way possible, something Ben didn’t deserve given how faithfully he served Master Ethan.

That dismissal brought Ben back into the clutches of Master Grayson.

I can easily see why Ben ended up here. He’s a good faggot who simply wants to serve. I wish Master Grayson had even a semblance of a clue about that, because maybe then he’d appreciate what he owns. Good faggots are hard to find, and clearly Master Grayson loves owning a faggot. It seems to me he should start to value his possessions more.

But I can say that Master Grayson has some incredible natural instincts for a straight Alpha. That move he pulled with Ben, letting Ben out of his chastity cage in order to humiliate his ineffectiveness by forcing Ben to watch him do the very thing Ben couldn’t do is a brutal twist on The Nuclear Option I’ve spoken about so many times before. It actually took my breath away. You can’t find that technique in a “Alpha domination manual” or in a film. That is PURE ALPHA INSTINCT in action! I’ve experienced it, and I’ve seen so many Alphas use variations of this technique so many times that it simply cannot be coincidence. It must be something inborn into them!

We can hear Ben’s growth from that experience. He feels more submissive, more fulfilled, more resigned to his true hierarchical place.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want something kinder for my sincere little brother!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!