The Almighty Orchestra Of Master Ben

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 the last post, I confidently declared that Master Ben had ascended to the status of a God Alpha. I based it on the way he has been shepherding his growing flock of faggots and others around him to accept his new vision and life. It’s been unparalleled on this site, and that’s saying something.

But Master Ben was only getting warmed up. He’s sent me a massive and dramatic update on all aspects of his current Kingdom, and it is breathtaking. Read:

What’s up fag, 

Been a few delays to this update but I finally have some time to write. Quite a bit has happened over the last few weeks. 

Firstly, I’ve started to implement small changes in the way I train/maintain my fags good behaviour. Having read through many articles on the site and from my own observations of faggots so far it pretty clear that scent is a major tool in an Alpha’s arsenal that I’ve so far largely neglected to use. Also, I realised that since Jack has become my live in faggot I’ve noticed a big difference in the way he behaves. As you know, Jack has always been the best and most dedicated of my fags but since becoming a live in faggot he’s reached a whole new level of service. I asked him what he thought had changed and, to summarise, he basically told me that before I made him my live in fag he would switch in and out of ‘service mode’. He told me that, though he thought about me regularly throughout his day, when he was not with me or completing a task I had set him he would slip back into life as normal, largely hiding or glossing over his true faggot nature. Since moving in, however, he said he feels as though he’s now constantly in ‘service mode’, being around me most of the time meant that now, even when we’re apart, he never slips into his old routines/identity which means he’s always thinking about how he can serve, preempt my needs or surprise me. 

These two things combined (realising the importance of scent and Jack’s insight into how prolonged proximity to me can have a significant impact on a fags overall mindset) have led me to implement a few new training methods with the fags Dean and Calum. Each week they get to choose one item from my dirty laundry to take home with them, they keep it for the week before washing/ironing and bringing it back to mine and picking a new item. Typical faggots they always go for my sweaty gym gear or boxers. I instructed them to keep my used item with them at all times. When they’re in bed it’s stuffed in their pillow case (or is the pillow case), when they’re at work it’s in their bag etc… The idea being that they’re continually being exposed to my scent all through the night or whenever they open their bags as a reminder subtle reminder to them of their Master, making their cravings for me reassert themselves on a regular business. When we’re out together I keep their reusable face masks in my pants, soaking up my sweat and scent ready for them to inhale (though not mandatory anymore, some places still ask for face masks to be worn). The fags explained that my scent and sweat etc… was basically a drug to them, it makes their locked little clits throb and empties their minds (I think you call is sub-space or something). Basically I want to feed their addiction, get them hooked (if they’re not already). Mainly to see if that sort of thing has a similar effect as actually being in my presence on their mindsets but also to be used as a punishment, if needed. If they fall out of favour or disobey and need to be disciplined I simply take back whatever item(s) of mine they have and don’t allow them to worship my pits/feet/dick. The absence of my scent which they’ll have become so used to will be a permanent reminder of their loss and transgression. 

Secondly, Calum finally ‘came out’ as a faggot, specifically MY faggot, to his former (my current) mates. I have to say, it happened quite quickly. After the conversation I had with the fags a few weeks ago about stepping things up I told Cal that I thought it was time for him to tell everyone about his submission to me and that I wanted him to think about it. A few hours later he came to me and told me he would do it but said he wanted me to be there when he told them (which, of course, was always going to be the case). To cut a long story short, I arranged to meet up with my mates and told them I would be bringing along a new fag for them to meet. Obviously, they’d already met Dean (I’m sure you remember how that went) but hadn’t met Jack and, obviously, didn’t know Calum was a fag at all. 

We all met up, my mates remembered Dean and were playful but respectful to him. I introduced them to Jack and explained his special status as my live in fag…again they were playful but respectful. I think my mates still have a lot of questions about the situation/setup and about fags in general so they do ask some daft (sometimes disrespectful) questions so I occasionally had to step in and tell them to watch their tone when talking to my fags. Once they’d gotten their introductions and banter with Jack out of the way I told them that there was one other faggot I wanted them to meet and put my hand on the back of Calum’s neck. I think they all understood the implication pretty quickly but none of them said anything, maybe they were unsure or maybe they were just in disbelief, but I encouraged Calum to tell them in his own words. They all knew he was gay already but he explained to them that he had always been submissive in the bedroom and that he’d never known that it was a ‘thing’ to be a submissive in day to day life until I had introduced them all to Dean a few months ago. He told them that, much like them, he was turned on by seeing Dean serve me and the thought of the Alpha/fag dynamic but noticed that they were paying attention to different things. Whilst most of my mates were focused on Dean and his behaviour and obedience, Calum explained that he’d been looking at me and was turned on by me giving Dean orders and being worshipped. 

Overall, the lads took the news well. A few were a bit shocked, saying they’d been mates for years and questioning how they’d never known/why he’d never told them (of course, Calum himself hadn’t realised up until relatively recently). They had questions for me about whether or not it was weird having my long-term friend become my faggot, how it worked etc… There were a few comments (unintentional, I think) directed towards Calum that didn’t sit well with me that I called them out on. I told them that I expected them to treat Cal just the same as Dean and Jack, just because they’d been friends with Calum didn’t give them an excuse to be disrespectful etc… The night continued as normal with the fags buying drinks and the lads having a bit of fun with them, I let them flirt and tease a little bit. After a few drinks my mates were getting a little bit bolder and were giving the fags instructions, asking more questions etc… 

We all had a good time and before we left for the evening a couple of my mates came up to Calum and gave him a hug and told him that they were proud of him/that they were still mates etc… which I know meant a lot to Calum. Since then, Calum has become sort of the group faggot… whenever we meet up or one of them comes around it’s Calum that they play and experiment with. Cal asked me permission the first time and I said it was ok for him to serve the others and afterwards told him that I didn’t mind if it became a regular thing. The others don’t use him sexually and they don’t call him over to their place but when we meet up or they’re at mine they get their food/drinks bought/served to them, a couple have let him worship their feet or just had some ordering him around and Calum seems to get some satisfaction out if it too. Ultimately both he and I know I’m still his Master and key-holder but I’m content to let the lads have some fun with him but I’ve told him that if they make him uncomfortable at any point to tell me and I’ll take care of it. I’m quite proud of how far he’s come in a relatively short space of time and I know he’s happier than ever. 

Third, after quite a long period without contact/using Matt (the club fag) and his ‘cuck’ boyfriend (Lewis), for obvious reasons, I got back in touch with them and met up with them a couple of weeks ago. I went over to their place and as usual Matt was all over me as soon as I walked through the door. He’d forgotten some of his training but I can’t really blame him, he’s not had as much/as intensive training as the others and it’s been a while since I’ve used him, but it didn’t take long for him to fall back in line. I had him get down in his hands and knees and take off my shoes and kiss my feet before making my way into the living room with him crawling behind me. The ‘cuck’, Lewis, was more welcoming than he had been previously. I suspect our little chat last time we saw each other had the desired effect. 

Before long, I had Matt straddling me on the couch and we were making out. I don’t usually kiss my fags (except for Jack) but Matt, for the moment, is more of a plaything to me than an owned faggot and I enjoy seeing his boyfriend’s reaction to me taking his place. Lewis was much more cooperative than usual, willingly bringing us drinks and snacks and enjoying the show. After I’d eaten and had a few drinks I told Matt to strip and entertain me. He obeyed and showed off his body and hole for me before I told him to go to the bedroom and wait for me there. Once Matt was out of the room I told Lewis that he had a choice, he could either sit there and mope or he could follow me to the bedroom and see where things go. I got up and left him there and joined Matt in the bedroom where he was waiting for me on the bed, head down ass up. By the time I’d stripped my clothes off Lewis had joined us, I pointed to the chair in the corner of their room and he sat without saying anything. 

I turned back to Matt and started to tease his hole, making him beg for my load and cock. I told him if he wanted it, he’d have to earn it and told him to move out of the way so I could lay down. I let him get to work worshipping my feet, working his way up my body as I stroked myself and got verbal with him. By the time he got to my cock I was leaking pre which I allowed him to lick up before telling him to service my dick. After a few minutes of getting my dick sucked I looked over to Lewis still sat patiently in the corner and pointed to the foot of the bed. I told his to strip and get down on his knees and take care of my feet, which he did, before slowly gesturing for him to make his way up and join his boyfriend in servicing my dick. I had both of them taking turns sucking me, sucking my balls, the two of them licking my shaft etc… before blowing my load all over myself and telling them to clean it up. 

After they’d licked up my load I told Matt to go and get me a beer and a towel. While he was away I asked Lewis if he still thought he wasn’t a faggot, given that he’d just worshipped my feet and cock with his proud fag boyfriend. “No” came the reply, “No, SIR” I corrected. By the time Lewis came back his boyfriend was kissing my balls again and saying “Thank you, Sir” after every kiss. Matt joined us in the bed and snuggled in under my arm as finished off the beer and his boyfriend nuzzled my junk. After chilling for a while, enjoying the attention, I told them I needed to piss and then I was heading home. Without me even realising, Matt had followed me to the bathroom and then got on his knees in the shower. Without a word, I turned away from the toilet and pissed down his throat for as much as he could take and then finished off all over him (as I had last time), shook the last few drops off and left him there as I went to get dressed and then left for home. 

Finally, Joe (my office fag and ‘boss’) called a few weeks ago to ask how I was doing and see if I needed anything. I invited him over to my place for a couple of drinks and a chat about some work stuff. I decided to keep the fags (Jack and Calum, Dean was working) at the house carrying out their normal duties. I wanted to see just how far Joe was willing to go and figured if he took it badly there wasn’t much he could do given that it happened outside of work and considering the text messages/pics he’d sent me over the last few weeks. Joe turned up and Jack let him in, naked as the fags usually are, and invited him in to the living room before returning to my side. Of course, Joe commented on ‘the setup I had going on’, clearly not too put off by it. I told him that what he does for me as my cocksucker at work is just an extension of my day to day life and explained about my fags and what they do for me. He made some, slightly patronising, comment about it being ‘impressive for someone your age’. His tone was off, but I let it slip knowing I’d have him make it up to me before he left. 

I called Calum to bring us something to drink while we chatted about work stuff. Cal came in and poured/served me some tea before leaving the tray on the table for Joe to serve himself and going back to his chores in the kitchen/laundry. As me and Joe were speaking I had Jack start to take care of my feet. I’ll never get tired of seeing the distracted half confused/half aroused look on people’s faces when the see me getting worshipped for the first time. I was quite impressed, Joe managed to hold our conversation through to completion… albeit with a little bit less focus. Having my supposed ‘superior’ in my house, surrounded by my fags watching me have my feet worshipped had me hard as a rock. I’m still amazed at the workings of the faggot brain, that he never questioned it or showed any sign of challenging what was happening.

As we wrapped up our conversation I pointed out my boner and said to Joe “You want to take care of this for me or should I have Jack take my load?”. It definitely caught him off guard, he looked more nervous than he ever had at work and kept glancing at Jack (who was kneeling by my side) and Calum wandering about in the kitchen. So I told him “Don’t be shy, the fags are used to it” as some minor encouragement and pulled my cock out. Sure enough, he came over to me got down on his knees and sucked me dry. I caught Jack smirking as he watched Joe struggle to take my cock (Jack is a pro, he gets balls deep with no effort at all) so I put my hands on the back of Joe’s head and held him down, encouraging him to take my cock deeper and gave Jack a little wink while I was at it. I have to admit I do love to show off for him, he loves it when I get rough. Soon enough I’d blown my load down Joe’s throat and had him clean the spit/cum off my cock and sent him on his way. Later that day I got a text from him telling me he’d never thought he’d do ‘something that wild’ at which point I pointed out that a few weeks ago he’d raced out if his office and into the work toilets just to lick my cum off the stall wall. He replied with a simple ‘fair enough’, I told him to get used to this sort of thing as there was a lot more to come. 

So, yeah. That’s the main events over the last few weeks. Still blows my mind that all of this is happening but at the same time it feels completely right and natural. We’ll see where things go, still got the contact details from a few of the fags from that night at the bar that I want to make use of. As usual, I’ll keep you updated, faggot. 

I can’t even pick out which one of these mini-updates is my favorite! They’re all so rich in Hierarchical truth and the complicated depths possible within the Alpha/faggot dynamic.

So rather than pick out individual stories, let me instead highlight this overriding reality: Master Ben is using his Almighty power to enrich, upbuild, and fulfill his faggots. He’s not tearing down, he’s building up. Each faggot’s story here has been enhanced by Master Ben’s wisdom, use, direction, and insight. He sees through them, to their true needs. Then, he thoughtfully crafts and controls experiences that deepen their submission to him.

Master Ben is like a conductor of an orchestra, ably controlling each section of the orchestra so that it sings together as one harmonious unit.

It is a masterwork of stunning power and majesty. Thank you, Master Ben!