The Revelation Of Master Aaron
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.
But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.
So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.
I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.
I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.
Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.
Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.
But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.
But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.
We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.
Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.
While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.
I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.
He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.
Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.
Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.
What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!
From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:
Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.
A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.
Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.
The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.
I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:
You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it.
I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation.
It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.
After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:
A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.
I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her.
The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.
I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!
There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!
Hierarchy Is Truth!
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