The Ultimate Breakthrough For 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!

Just when you think Master Ben cannot top his achievements, he ups the ante.

This is how I feel while following the ever-expanding story of Master Ben’s rise to Apex Alphahood. Every success is surpassed almost immediately by greater victories. At just 23 years old and still relatively new to the use and (especially) the ownership of faggots, his mind already grasps concepts of domination and submission, power plays, and the triggers that are most effective to control, discipline, and transform faggots into his perfect slaves.

Recently we’ve seen Master Ben surgically break down his faggot Dean, forcing it to accept its destiny as faggot property. How it happened was so textbook-perfect that one would never suspect that it was the first time Master Ben broke a faggot down. I honestly thought that was the peak achievement, but Master Ben had a big new surprise in store for everybody:

I had the conversation with Fag Dean a couple of days ago, overall I’d say it went well and I think we’ve made another breakthrough in his training. I told Jack that I wanted him to come over and be at my place when I spoke with Dean but that, at least initially, I wanted him out of the way so I could speak with Dean privately and that I’d call him when we were done. I explained that I wanted him to be supportive of his fag-brother and be there to assure Dean that he has people that will support and accept him for who he truly is.

Once Dean arrived, Jack let him in and he stripped off in the hallway as I’d taught him to do and then came straight into the living room and kissed my feet and greeted me. I told Jack to attend to some household chores that needed doing and told him not to disturb me until he was called, Dean quickly asked if there was anything he could do for me and offered to help Jack or service me. I told him to stay where he was as I needed to talk with him.  At this point Fag Dean’s insecurities resurfaced in a big way, I think he thought I was going to dismiss him from my service or otherwise punish him for something. Before I could speak he was already apologising over and over, asking what he’d done wrong. I’ll admit it was difficult to see him so distressed, I gestured for him to come closer to me and held his head in my hands, looked him in the eyes and assured him that he had no reason to apologise and that he wasn’t there to be punished. That seemed to calm him down quite a bit so I let go of his head and told him to relax before explaining why I wanted to speak with him alone. Initially he got quite angry with Fag Jack for telling me about their conversation the other day but I told him that his anger was misplaced, Jack was only looking out for him and that he was only following my instructions. Though this didn’t totally placate him he did seem to understand why Jack had done what he’d done.

I told him what Jack had told me, about his difficulty in accepting his sexuality and, most especially, his submissive urges and about his families poor reaction to his coming out. I then asked him if there was anything else he wanted to tell me, I told him that this was his chance to get everything off his chest and start to move on and overcome the unhappy experiences that were holding him back. He then sat and talked with me about how he initially realised he was gay all those years ago, how/when he decided to come out, how his parents and wider family reacted and then, eventually, described the shame and ‘disgust’ (his words) that he felt in himself after realising that he was a submissive…a faggot. I will not go into details, I feel that what we spoke about should rightly remain private to the two of us, but suffice to say some of the incidents he described to me from his teenage years, particularly those relating to his father, were far worse than I had initially imagined. He had been subjected to mental, verbal and sometimes physical abuse by his family, forced to attend conversion therapy and threatened with homelessness in an effort to get him to ‘go straight’. This continued from his early teens through to him leaving the family home to attend university, at which point his family effectively ended their relationship with him. 

At several points throughout our talk Fag Dean literally broke down in tears and struggled to speak. I didn’t push him, I simply told him to take his time and comforted him by stroking his hair/cheek and telling him I was proud of him for being so painfully honest with me. Once he’d finished telling me everything he wanted me to know I sat forward, placed my hands on his shoulders and told him to look me in the eyes. I thanked him for being so honest with me and told him I was proud of him for taking such an important step in talking about his experiences in depth for the first time. I told him that when he first came over to my place a few weeks ago and we had our first training session he made a commitment to submit to me and serve me as my faggot (taking the important step of truly acknowledging his nature for the first time) and I made a commitment to care for him and protect him as his Alpha and that over the last few weeks he’d made significant progress in terms of his self-acceptance and quality and commitment of his service. I assured him that for as long as he is my faggot he would never need to worry about or rely on his family again and that he no longer had any reason to hide or be ashamed of who and what he is as both myself and Fag Jack would support, guide and care for him no matter what.

He was crying again as I told him all of this but after a little while his tears turned to anger, this time correctly placed, and he told me how angry he was with his family for making him feel this way and how angry he was with himself for letting them get away with it. He expressed regret at all of the years he spent trying to suppress and deny his sexuality and submissive nature. I told him that I understood his anger but that under no circumstances should he blame himself, I told him the blame lay entirely with his family (his father in particular) for taking advantage of his natural vulnerability as a faggot rather than recognising, accepting and supporting him through his formative years. After all of that he looked totally drained. 

I reached out to soothe him by stroking his hair again and gave him a kiss on his forehead (after such a difficult conversation I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated and supported him), I stood up and called for Fag Jack to come through as Fag Dean hugged me around my waist and I continued to stroke his hair. Jack came straight in and I told him to take his place next to his fag-brother at my feet. I told both of them that they were family now, under my ownership, and that they needed to support each other as much as possible. Fag Dean nodded and Fag Jack replied with “We will, Sir”. I told them I was going to use the bathroom and when I came back we were going to go out for food, Fag Jack said he would pick up the bill, and I left them alone for a few moments.

When I came back from the bathroom I saw Jack giving Dean a hug and trying to cheer him up, Dean was obviously still upset but I did see a flicker of a smile in response to Jack’s efforts. It was nice to see Jack, a naturally confident, flirty and mischievous fag, using his confidence to lift his more vulnerable brother up. I walked back into the living room and they both broke off their embrace and turned to face me. I told them I was proud of them both and then instructed them to get dressed so we could go eat.

We went to my favourite restaurant and Jack got us seating in a booth. I have to admit Fag Jack went out of his way to spoil both me and Fag Dean, paying for our orders and then some by buying extra side dishes, bottles of wine and whiskies/cocktails, desserts etc… As the evening wore on Jack’s flirtatious side came out and, to my surprise and delight, Dean joined in with him (something that would never have imagined happening just a few days before). Both of my faggots were essentially worshipping me through my clothes, teasing my bulge, talking about how they love serving me and so on, attracting a few looks from some of the other diners and waiting staff but they were too focused on me and I just didn’t care about the attention my faggots services were attracting. In fact it was a turn on being admired and served in public. 

Once we’d finished our drinks Jack paid for an Uber to take us back to my place, we were all much too drunk to drive ourselves back, and the worship continued on the Uber journey home. By the time we arrived home I was rock hard and majorly pent up from an evening of fag funded luxury and worship. The rest of the evening was fucking wild, I ordered them to strip down as soon as we got through the front door and had both of them remove my clothes and kiss, lick and worship my body. It may have been the booze or it may have been that, for the first time, Dean seemed to have totally lost his inhibitions and had given himself over to his nature fully for the first time thanks to our talk and Jack’s influence but the faggots were totally insatiable. Having their eager hands and tongues admiring every inch of my body, obeying my every command felt amazing.

After a lot of foot, pits and body worship and both faggots taking turns eating my ass out I headed upstairs to the bedroom and told them both to follow. I took turns fucking their holes, I fucked them on the bed, up against the walls, on the dresser and pretty much every other flat surface in that room. I must have buried three or four loads between the two of them over the course of the night, by the time I was finished we were all totally drained, riding on a total booze, cum and control fueled high. My fags spent the night sleeping on either side of me, curled up under my arms.

I woke up in the morning to my two faggots, obviously hungover and sore from last night’s breeding, waiting for me to wake up with a fully prepared breakfast in bed…tea, coffee, juice, fruit and pastries and cereal all carefully laid out for me. Honestly, I can’t believe how drastically my life has changed in the space of a month. I’m living like a God on earth with two skilled and eager fags to serve me and attend to my every need and desire…blows my mind to think I could have had all of this so much earlier if only I’d realised how powerful I really am. On a brighter note my cock gets hard just thinking about how much time I now have, seeing as I’m only 23, to enjoy the pleasures of fag worship and service I was born to receive.

Master Ben has now experienced what I call The Real Life – the life Nature intends for Alphas like him. A life without limits, a life of infinite worship and pleasure. Master Ben tasted it, and now his eyes are opened. He sees the endless buffet table laid out extravagantly before him.

It’s all for the taking. The Real Life is merely a decision away for our greatest and most powerful Alphas!

I really hope this experience will motivate other Alphas to reassess their life trajectory and what possibilities could lie ahead if they just take action!

As for Master Ben, he’s weighing whether to claim the submissive beta friend that he began seducing in the previous post. That could be a potential third faggot under his command!

That’s TRUE POWER!