The Heartache And Resurrection 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!

I recently devoted an episode of the Hierarchy Podcast to the topic of Alpha trauma and difficulty. Entitled “When Alphas Hurt”, the episode focused on why Alphas withdraw during difficult times and what faggots can do when their Alphas pull away.

I created the episode because of my beloved Master Ben.

A few weeks ago Master Ben lost his brother in a terrible car accident. They were more than brothers … they were soul mates. This sudden loss shattered Master Ben to his core.

Lost and shaken, Master Ben withrew without a word.

None of Master Ben’s faggots knew anything about the accident. I didn’t know about it. So I was troubled when I received a concerned note from Master Ben’s most loyal faggot Jack asking for advice:

Hello Sam,

This is Master Ben’s faggot, Jack. I have been a follower of your site for a long time, even before I met Master Ben and became his owned faggot. Your posts have been very helpful for me as I began to figure my urges and desires out and I hope that all I’ve learned from your site has helped me become the best faggot I can be for my magnificent Master Ben. 

The reason I am writing to you now is that I really need some advice. Master received some very bad personal news a couple of weeks ago. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to go into details without his permission but the situation has had a massive impact on Master, he cares very much about his family just as he does with his faggots. 

Since receiving the bad news a few weeks ago, Master has been heartbroken and he seems lost. I don’t need to tell you that my Master is an amazing man, even being near him is enough to make you feel alive and safe. He is usually very confident, assertive and open and always uses his influence to improve others lives as well as his own. Recently, since Master was told the bad news, he’s been withdrawn from most of the outside world and I can tell he’s hurting. 

Although Master still wants me with him he isn’t using me as he used to (of course, that is his choice and I will do whatever he asks) and he hasn’t had use of Dean or Calum either. At the moment Master simply wants me to be with him and (if I can be a little bit bold here) support him. Despite his current situation, I can still see and feel his affection for me in his words and actions. I have tried everything I can think of to make Master feel better. 

I have tried to be as helpful and proactive as possible, making sure the household chores are completed, ensuring the Kitchen is well stocked and Master always has something to good to eat. I have been there for him when he needs somebody to talk to, to vent his feelings (sometimes sadness, sometimes anger and frustration), I’ve offered to worship him, to take care of his feet and worship his magnificent cock, offered myself to him to do with as he wants (of course, he knows I am available to him for all of this anyway but I hoped that my offering might entice him to take his mind off things for a short while). Unfortunately, Master has shown little interest and my efforts to make him feel better have failed. 

At the moment, all I seem to be able to do is be there for him for whatever/whenever he needs me and try to do as much as I can to help ease his burden by ensuring his mind isn’t focused on menial tasks such as housekeeping and shopping etc…

Have you got any advice or recommendations as to what else I can do to help my Master through this difficult period. I will do anything to see him back to his old self and free of the hurt that he’s currently going through. 

I was at a loss. This blindsided me, and I fumbled out some unfocused advice based on the nothing I know. I just told Jack to try and remain by Master Ben’s side and support him through whatever it might be.

So I reached out to Master Ben, and he wrote a very broken, sad response to me in the midst of his sorrow.

I appreciate you checking in, faggot. 

There isn’t much to say in relation to me and my fags. Unfortunately, I lost my brother unexpectedly just under two weeks ago. As you can imagine it felt (and still feels) as though my world has fallen apart so training/recruiting faggots hasn’t been on my mind. 

I’ll admit, I’ve been a bit of a mess. I asked Jack to tell Dean and Calum about what had happened and told them that I wouldn’t be having them at my place on a regular basis for a little while. They gave it a few days and each dropped by to drop some food etc… off and pay their respects and told me they were there if I needed anything. 

Jack has been invaluable to me, as usual, he’s taken care of everything around the house and dealt with the brunt of my emotions without complaint. 

I’ll be honest, I don’t know when I’ll be back to usual, training/recruiting my fags etc… It’s going to take me a while to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. 

My heart sank to hear the deep grief in Master Ben’s words. The surrender, the hollowness in his heart. I could scarcely think of anything else for days, and recording the podcast episode made my frustration even more difficult to handle. I’m not accustomed to being that powerless.

After a couple of weeks, I finally heard from Jack.

I’m sorry for the delay in getting back to you. I’ve been devoting all of my attention to Master and trying to support him the best that I can. 

I am pleased to say that yesterday Master seemed to turn a corner in his grief. The funeral was last weekend, Master said that the service itself was only going to be small and for family members only but told me he wanted me to come and be with him at the wake. I told him of course I would be there if that’s what he wanted and that I was honoured he would ask me to attend. 

I never met Master’s brother and should have had no reason to mourn and be emotional but seeing my Master so broken and crying really hurt. I stayed near him but didn’t initiate any conversation or physical interaction. I wanted him to know I was there for him whilst giving him the space he needed, I also wanted to avoid any unwanted questions about my relationship with Master as I don’t know how much he has told his family about me and his other faggots. Master didn’t speak or interact with me much that day but the next day he told me he’d appreciated me being there for him and being discreet and not drawing any unnecessary attention. 

Over the last few days I’ve noticed Master’s mood improving. He’s not back to normal but he has not been as withdrawn as he was and has started to show signs of his wonderful personality shining through again. Yesterday was amazing. Master spent most of the day out with his friends, he told me he would be out late and to attend to my usual duties in the house while I waited for him to return. I didn’t ask any questions about where he was going or what he was doing but when he returned late last night he seemed the happiest he’s been since first receiving the awful news a few weeks ago. 

Sam, I do not know how to put into words the emotion I felt. I was so happy to see my Master smiling again. When he arrived home he was radiating power. He was, in his words, ‘pumped’, he was covered in sweat and he smelt divine. He came over to me and pulled me into his chest, his scent made my knees weak. It was like inhaling a drug, euphoric and addictive. Master told me he wanted to fuck me and ordered me upstairs to his bedroom, though his instructions needn’t have been issued as he basically carried me up the stairs. 

Master threw me onto the bed and peeled off his clothing, his smell filled the room, and then he ordered me to turn over, mounted me and fucked me hard. After weeks without feeling him inside it felt phenomenal. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, one arm around my torso and the other hand around my neck and continued to fuck me. With each thrust I could hear his grunts and moans. After I had taken Master’s godly seed he pulled out of me and asked me how I felt. 

I was literally speechless, I was just staring at him as he leaned over me. It felt like I was in a trance, he just laughed and said “That’s what I thought”. He lay down next to me and allowed me to cuddle into him. I asked him if he needed me to do anything else for him and he told me to take care of his sweaty pits and feet. I massaged Master’s feet first and then he invited my to take care of his armpits. It was pure heaven, Sam. My face buried in Master’s hairy pits, the scent and taste of his sweat, the feeling of his hand on the back of my head forcing my face deeper. 

I totally lost track of time, it felt like nothing else existed in the world except my powerful, generous, god like Master’s beautiful body and voice. Eventually Master pulled me away from his pits and had me sit on his lap, facing him, as he asked me if I wanted to cum. Of course I eagerly agreed. I assumed Master would want me to cum, as I have always done in the past, from him fucking me but this time Master took hold of my dick with one hand and cupped my face with the other. I wanted to ask him what he was going to do but he put his thumb over my lips and told me to be quiet and began to stroke my dick. 

I never ever expected my Master to do something like this but it felt amazing. He held my head so that we never lost eye contact and stifled my moans with his thumb while he milked me. He brought me to the edge over and over again before finally letting me cum and feeding it to me off his hand. Then he kissed me. 

Master has kissed me and Dean and Calum before but only of the forehead or cheek and only briefly. This time Master kissed me on the lips, his hand on the back of my head, and kept me there for at least a minute before breaking away. He told me that his kiss had been my reward and a sign of his affection for me and told me how much I meant to him. He thanked me for everything is done for him since the terrible news a few weeks ago and told me that I mean more to him now than I could ever know. 

Hearing these words from Master felt like nothing I’ve experienced before. I began to sob. It was like I was at peace, completely and totally fulfilled. I told him that there was no need for him to thank me, I am his and I will always be there for him no matter what he needs or wants. Master told me that he knew that was the case but still wanted to show his appreciation and then he pulled me in again and I snuggled up to him with his arm around me. We both fell asleep soon after and I woke up the next morning still wrapped in his arms. 

It was magical. 

This morning Master also got in touch with Dean and Calum and told them to come over on Friday evening. He told me he intends for us all to spend the weekend together. I don’t know what Master intends in detail and I don’t know exactly how far he has to go in his grieving process but after last night and today I’m certain he’s on the right track. 

I have never felt so happy or so content in my life. Meeting Master Ben has been transformative. I feel like life is so clear and joyous when he’s around, I feel safe and loved and so lucky that I get to spend my days loving and serving him with my faggot brothers. 

I have spoken with Master about our conversation, he figured out I’d contacted you, and he told me he has no problem with me communicating with you so if you wish to publish my experiences both I and Master are Ok with that. 

Men draw power and strength from sexual expression and conquest. In the darkest times of a Man’s life, sexual expression and relief centers him and reconnects him with the earth and his own vitality.

So it was thrilling to hear that Master Ben was reconnecting with that primal energy!

Then I heard from Master Ben about this experience:

Yes, I imagine Jack did enjoy himself the other day. He was certainly well rewarded for his loyalty and support over the last few weeks. 

I met up with a couple of mates and we spent the full day just fucking around. We went out for breakfast, went down to the beach for a bit, went to the gym and sauna and then finished off with a pub crawl. I have to admit, to begin with it felt like a struggle and I didn’t really want to be there but as the day went on I started to feel invigorated again. Smashing my workout, competing with my mates, all the attention we received in the when we were out drinking…it reminded me of what I’m missing. As one of my mates said, nobody would want me to sit at home and suffer for months in end, including my brother. Of course it’s going to take some time before I’m fully at peace with it but in the meantime I need to be pushing myself to get back to life as usual. 

I’ve got a couple of weeks off work still so I’m planning to just let loose and try to do as much as possible to take my mind off things and regain my spark. Coming home the other day after spending the day with my mates I felt supercharged. It was like all the energy and enjoyment I’d missed out on over the last few weeks came back all at once. I returned home to find an immaculate house and Jack waiting patiently for me in the living room. For the first time in weeks I just needed to be inside him. 

I took him upstairs and fucked him, had him take care of my feet and clean my pits and then I asked him if he wanted to cum. As usual, he’d refrained from touching himself up until that point. He said that he did and thanked me, I wanted him to truly feel rewarded and appreciated so I pulled him on top of me, sort of straddling my lap, and took hold of his cock. He tried to speak but I plugged his mouth with my thumb and used my hand on his head to keep eye contact. I edged him there or four times, bringing him close and then backing off. I finally took him over the edge and fed him his own cum and then I kissed him on the lips for the first time. 

I took hold of his head with both hands and kiss him for a minute or so. I told him how much I appreciated him and how much he meant to me and he ended up crying, telling my I didn’t need to thank him and that he would always be mine. I invited him to cuddle up next to me and he fell asleep curled up next to me. Watching him sleep, bundled up under my arm, I was reminded how lucky I was to have him and my other faggots. The feelings if pride and power, the protective instincts and the sense of true ownership all come flooding back to me.

The next morning I messaged Dean and Calum and told them to come over to mine tomorrow night to stay the weekend with me and Jack. After a couple of weeks of very little interaction I think we’d all benefit from spending some time with each other again. 

There are three words in Master Ben’s account that showed me he had reconnected with his Masculine power and vitality:

“I felt supercharged.”

There will never be anyone or anything that will replace Master Ben’s beloved brother. There will always be a yearning and a loss at the center of Master Ben’s life no matter how many other blessings he’s destined to receive.

But if any Man can ever recover his footing and continue to ascend to the impossible heights promised to him from birth, it’s my incomparable, irreplaceable, and supercharged God Alpha Master Ben!

I kneel next to my brother Jack and all of the other faggots worshiping at his feet, grateful to know and serve a Godhood that will never die!