The Arrival Of A God Alpha

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!

It’s only been a few months since Master Ben discovered the ownership of faggots, but in that time he has accomplished more than most Alphas do in a lifetime of faggot use. It has been breathtaking to witness as an intimate, day-to-day observer. To me, Master Ben is the perfect blend of power and control mixed with benevolence and even tenderness. He understands and appreciates a faggot’s hunger to serve and worship, but he also knows that faggots must be controlled, guided, and sculpted into soldiers dedicated to follow the commands of their King.

It was the startling rise of natural Apex Alphas like Master Ben and Master Bruno (along with longtime Apex Alphas like Master Steve) that made me reconsider my idea of the God Alpha. There are simply some Apex Alphas so all-encompassing that they transcend any barriers that contain even typical Apex Alphas. These ones are The Alpha and The Omega, the all-powerful and unassailable ones among us who simply see beyond sight.

If there is truly such a God Alpha, it’s Master Ben.

This latest episode is so astonishing in terms of its breadth and depth of power that I have been vibrating for the four days since Master Ben texted me the juiciest details of it. I really couldn’t wait to share it, and now I can.

So as I told you, I invited fags Dean and Calum around to my place for the first time in a while on Friday. Despite not really having any contact with me for two or three weeks they both behaved excellently, arriving on time and being greeted at the door by Jack before removing their clothes and neatly folding them in the hall. Within minutes of them entering the house they were both naked and kneeling before me, greeting me as they’ve been trained to do by kissing my feet five times, all without me having to utter a word. They thanked me for the privilege and then crawled away and joined Jack, waited for instructions. I told them how pleased I was with how well they’ve retained their training and that I needed to lay a few new ground rules, given the events of the last few weeks. 

1. Despite there training taking a short break, I stressed that nothing had changed as far as my expectations and their responsibilities. 

2. I noted their loyalty and genuine respect and understanding over the last few weeks but told them I neither wanted or needed their sympathy etc… going forwards, things (at least as far as they are concerned) are going back to normal.

3. I told them that recent events had made me realise a few things. Namely, that life is short and nothing is guaranteed. As such, I intend to live life to the fullest going forwards. I deserve everything I have and a whole lot fucking more and I’m no longer holding back from reaching out and taking what is rightfully mine. 
After each statement, all three faggots responded with a loud and clear “Yes, Sir!”.

I explained to them, as I have to you, that while I’ve achieved extraordinary things in the last few months alone there had still been a part of me holding back. While I’d woken up to the power and influence I have within me, and exercised it to a certain extent, there was still a little bit of me that was hesitant to unleash it fully. That has changed. The events of the last few weeks have proven to me, beyond doubt, there is nothing to be gained from holding back. There is no point in living a life full regrets and half-measure? Why should a Man like me be placing boundaries and limitations of what I can have, achieve and do?

From now on, there is no holding back. I will be expanding my stable of faggots, making more frequent and public use of the pathetic fags and betas that I’m forced to work with and live beside and I told the fags that they could either get on board with that or leave. All three fags not only chose to stay and serve (as if there were any doubt) but were practically wetting themselves from getting so worked up thinking about what I was saying. They’re such lucky faggots to be privileged enough to kneel before me and watch the rise of a fucking God amongst ‘men’ and be part of that journey.

Let’s stop there and digest this much. First of all, imagine being one of the three faggots in this situation. Your Master, already powerful, is making a specific pronouncement that he is actually planning to significantly RAMP UP the exercise of that power! It had to be an overwhelming moment for Jack, Dean, and Calum!

But you can see how Master Ben’s thinking has changed since the sudden death of his beloved brother last month. Even though Master Ben is very young, he has seen how quickly it can all end for anyone. He has no intention of wasting even one second of his glorious Apex Alphahood and the advantages owed to him by Nature itself. He wants to collect all things to himself and his Kingdom. It’s breathtaking to hear.

Then Master Ben spent the following two days in worship and instruction.

I spent the rest of Friday evening relaxing, the fags ordered me a ton of food and I spent the night watching TV with a good food and a beer in hand whilst my faggots worshipped me. I had the three of them on rotation, one of them sucking my cock/playing with my balls/licking my ass whilst the other two became my foot worshipping footstools. That was how we spent the majority of the night, I was so relaxed I wasn’t even hard for the most part, it just felt fucking good having my fat cock and balls sucked on and massaged by their eager little tongues. In the end I had Jack suck me off, when I was about to blow I ordered him to finish me off by with his hands and let me blow my load all over my chest and stomach before letting the fags clean me up. I love doing that and seeing how pathetic and competitive they get for a chance to taste my cum. Fucking ravenous. 

I spent most of Saturday doing the same thing, Jack was busy with the house chores, Dean was running errands and Calum was dutifully worshipping my feet. I spoke with him about his progress and told him I had been very impressed with his transformation over the last few months. He thanked me for allowing him the opportunity to serve and for continuing to train him even when he tried to rebel, I told him that that’s what true Alpha’s do. You’re not a fucking Alpha or a ‘Master’ if you can’t tame and train and feral faggot or break a fag that’s in denial. I told him to think about what I’d said the night before, no more holding back, and told him I think it was time for him to ‘come out’ as being my faggot to our (or more accurately, my) mates and complete his submission once and for all. He told me he would think about it and later that day he told me that he wanted to go through with it and asked me if I could be there when he tells them. I told him of course I would be there, after all he is my fag and it’s my responsibility to oversee his progress and protect him from any harm. I reassured him that I’d put a stop to any inappropriate or disrespectful responses from any of my mates….after all, if you disrespect my property you’re disrespecting me. 

See how effortlessly Master Ben controls his three faggots? Like a true God Alpha, he uses them while simultaneously giving them instruction, encouragement, and guidance. In Calum’s case, Master Ben was practically setting out a plan of action the way a manager might instruct an subordinate. With all three faggots, Master Ben’s individual and collective attentions feed and guide them physically, mentally, and spiritually.

But then Saturday night arrived, and this is when Master Ben decided to truly flex his God power in public for the very first time.

I took the fags out to the local bar later that night, its one of those semi-respectable bars upstairs but the basement level is no holds barred, anything goes. Words can’t describe the night I had. I fucking ruled over that place from the moment I entered until the moment I left. To start with my faggots were picking up the bill and worshipping me, soon enough we started to attract a crowd of other jealous faggots and beta bitches and before long even my fags didn’t have to pay. So many little faggots desperate for attention all buying me and my boys drinks, some of the cuter ones even got a taste of me themselves. I could practically taste the desperation in the air.

I lost track of how many fags I’d had worshipping me, serving financially or making out with me over the course of the night. A couple of them even got to taste my piss on their knees in the toilets. Not only did I get treated like the fucking King I am by the masses, my own three fags worshipped me completely publicly for the first time. Yet another big step for them.

I had my fags collect names and numbers from some of the more eager fags there so I’ve got myself a handy little address book full of faggots ripe for the picking now.

After we got back from the bar I dumped a load in Dean whilst the other two prepared a late night snack for me and then we went to bed. Jack slept in with me and Dean and Calum slept at the foot of the bed. Sunday was a pretty chilled day, the fags prepared breakfast and finished of some chores around the house whilst I relaxed. Dean and Calum went home Sunday evening leaving me free to play with my ever loyal and beautiful boy Jack. Really just the perfect weekend.

This is where an Apex Alpha transcends to Godhood. When you can stride into a bar/restaurant with your faggots in tow and have them openly worshiping you to the point that other faggots begin paying tributes to you, that is a power that few Men other than mob bosses might ever experience. But unlike a mob boss, Master Ben didn’t need a gun other than the prodigious one between his legs and his searing, charismatic gaze.

I love the little detail that even Master Ben’s three faggots were receiving tributes in the form of free drinks simply for being the owned property of the God Alpha they openly worshiped!

Filled with limitless power, Master Ben went to work on Monday and immediately began to exert bolder control over the inferiors there.

On a side note, I went into work yesterday (meeting with HR about authorising some leave time) and decided to leave Joe (my office fag) a little something to tide him over until my return so I took a detour on my way out to the bathrooms on my floor and blew a load all over the walls on our usual stall, sent him a message telling him I’d left him a surprise in the usual place and told him to enjoy. Ten minutes later I got a response from him telling me he’d licked my cum up from the stall wall and floor where it had dripped down along with a picture of him on his knees in front of the toilet bowl, mouth open and tongue out, captioned ‘Cum back soon’. I’ll admit, that made me chuckle so 10 points to fag Joe for that. 

Master Ben has ascended. Ascension is a concept I use to describe the inexorable climb of the most powerful Alphas up the Hierarchical scale. At the summit, high above the atmosphere, stands Master Ben. He gazes across the universe. It all belongs to him now.

No limits. No boundaries. No stopping.

Where it goes from here is impossible for inferiors to know. I’m grateful to have seen it at all.