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There was nothing there but tumbleweeds and prairie dogs. Religious Organization. Full Of Bull. Like Pontius Pilate I washed my hands of him. I wanted nothing to do with him, it had taken me 5 years to get to this stage with him and he still expected me to effectively answer to him and cater to his needs no, demands. Because that is what they were. However, much he pleaded and made himself submissive, once I had fucked him, he would return to his arrogant self.

A week after I ended it with him, he hit me up again. His tone was demanding so I ignored him. Another week went by, and he hit me up again. His tone was conciliatory, but it was still very much on his terms, everything was phrased around what he wanted me to do to him.

I ignored him again. He hit me up for a third time and his tone was very different now; begging, cloying, pathetic really. As I am sure I said to you before, Covid has forced me to put everything on hold.

However, with countries now opening up again, my phone is blowing up with messages from old fucks and subs desperate to see me again. Max and Rose said they had missed me deeply during Covid and would love to see me again. I agreed and set up a date, I would stay with them for a long weekend in late October. It was at this point I was suddenly struck with an idea. Ben has always complained that there are no girls out there, and how jealous he is of how easy it is for me to find one.

His theory is that the city we live in is filled with girls with Yellow Fever. Anyway, enough of the cod psychoanalysis, I said I had one final chance to show me how serious he was. He was going to serve me on a weekend getaway. There would be no let up, take it, or leave it. He jumped at the opportunity. Overtly in front of others, a form of shock therapy if you will. He had no idea that Max and Rose were very aware of the life I lead, nor did he even know we would be staying with them.

I would highly recommend it, especially if you enjoy mountains and hiking. Ben and I got off the plane and I was greeted by Max and Rose warmly. Ben looked at us grinning. Max went to introduce himself but suddenly stopped himself, cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. I nodded, he nodded back and withdrew his hand. We headed to the car, and I sat in the back with Rose, smoking and gently fondling her, Ben and Max sat in the front in total silence. It turns out that during lockdown they had taken the plunge, sold their house and moved out into the country.

They had bought a acre farm on the outskirts of the city. It was beautiful. Rolling hills, deep thick forests with mountains flanking one side and every now and then a bear would wander past completely ignoring you. They have plans to build a lake too, I have a love of dinghy sailing and I approved of their plans. They seem really happy out there. She is what I call a three-holer take a random guess why. Ben would serve all of us; cooking meals they were terrible, but Rose did her best to spice them up and just generally keeping the place tidy albeit badly.

When we fucked, he would always be on standby with lube, toys, and the odd beer, just standing in the background. I told Ben to pack and get our stuff ready; we would be leaving soon. All of a sudden, he downed tools and went on strike. I was determined to remain calm, slowly I turned my head to him and asked him what he just said. Max shot up out of his seat and flew across the balcony. He pinned Ben against the wall.

He was angry. Ben is maybe 5ft 9, so an inch taller than me, so Max easily dwarfs him. Ben looked up at Max in absolute terror. Max lost it at this. How dare you disrespect this man! This man, who has given you opportunities few ever experience in their lives!

And who has been patient with you whilst you squandered those opportunities? Have you no shame? Tears were beginning to form around his eyes.

You should be ashamed of yourself. The temerity to think you have any right to even be in his presence let alone demand anything from him! Max let him go finally. Max smacked him round the back of the head and told him to apologise properly.

Ben got down in front of me, bowed his head and apologised. I was slightly stunned by what had just happened, but I also knew I had to play it cool. I placed my hand on his head in the way a priest might on a confessing sinner. I took a deep breath, centred myself and gathered my thoughts. And I know others will treat me with the dignity and respect that I have grown accustomed to. The fact that you think you have the right to demand I provide you with some pleasure is beyond baffling to me.

I have spoken to you about knowing your place many times, and whilst you say you understand. I am seriously concerned that this is just another lie, and you never really will truly accept what is required if you want to be my sub. I got up, I said I was going to pack my stuff myself; I needed some time alone to think. My mind was all over the place. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door, I sighed, opened the door, and found Rose standing outside with a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

I smiled and snorted a laugh, she knows my kryptonite, I never could say no to her desserts. I took the cake and let her in. We sat in silence, both of us looking at one another, smiling, shaking our heads, sighing. A thousand things were said in those 10 minutes, and nothing was said at all. I finished the cake, leaned back against the wall, and stared out of the window opposite, it was a beautiful afternoon and a sparrow had landed on the windowsill. I looked at her in confusion.

But they never seemed to hit you as hard as this. I sighed. I can feel it. And he comes back more aggressive, more assertive.

Maybe I have found my limit. She put her arms round me and pulled me in, I leant on her pert breasts, her perfume smelt of cherry blossoms. She said if I was willing, Max wanted to speak with me. I nodded, kissed her deeply on the lips and got up. I met Max on the patio. We went for a walk, starting off with the forest, winding our way through the farm, over the hills. We talked about everything and nothing at all. Eventually I looked at the time and said I should get back; my flight was in a few hours.

We were at the highest point now, looking down at the entire farm. I brought him in close, hugged him, said that I appreciated that and kissed him. We headed back to the house at this point. We suddenly started talking about Ben, I gave him the backstory, how we met, how I never thought it would go anywhere, how with your help yes you Sam I eventually got him to where he is.

But I was still deeply unsatisfied with where things were and that I also knew I did not have the energy to go through this over and over again. I hugged and kissed him again. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. There was a long pause at this point, and Max inhaled deeply. He said that if I was willing, he would be happy to put Ben through an intensive crash course that he was certain would break him down completely. I wanted some more information about what he meant, he just said not to worry and that he was absolutely certain Ben would never challenge me like that ever again.

I gave up and agreed to it. I said that so long as everything was legal and Ben had agreed to it, I saw no reason why not. I was too tired to think, I wanted to get back and just relax. I walked out in nothing but my boxers she looked up and smiled, she could tell I had, had a good nights sleep.

She was in nothing but her panties, her pert breasts hanging beautifully over the stove. I came up behind her and gently rubbed my rock-hard cock against the crack of her ass.

She smiled and giggled, I pulled her panties aside and proceeded to gently fuck her whilst she kept on cooking, somehow, she managed to make sure nothing was burnt. Like I said, she is a very talented chef. She just said not to worry and to relax. I said I wished I could, but I had a work meeting to get to I love work from home. Max suddenly appeared all hot and sweaty, he winked, nodded, and said he needed to get on with work on the farm but that I should relax.

I pretty much spent the next week like that; getting on with work whilst looking out over a beautiful view. The great thing about private land is you can do all your perverted dealings outside and know you will never get caught or depending on your perspective that may be a bad thing — lol. I remember one-time fucking Rose against a tree when I suddenly noticed in the distance a beer walking in the opposite direction, the majesty of the creature and the beauty of the landscape combined with her gentle moans pushed me over the edge.

Max and Rose were great hosts, they did everything they could to take my mind off of Ben and make my week there as enjoyable as possible.

At some point during the week, I mentioned that I had never ridden a horse in my life, and I would love to try it once, if it were possible. Max said sure so we headed down to the stables.

Now I know nothing about horses, but the ones he owns, are majestic and proud creatures, absolutely stunning to look at and their coats glistened in the sunlight. They were young, early maybe mids, with that natural muscle that comes from hard labour as opposed to working out in a gym, one of them reminded me of the porn star Elio Chalamet.

All three of them laughed and the next thing I knew the two boys were undressing me, caressing me, massaging me and licking my nipples.

Either way, I knew I needed to use them good. I proceeded to bend them over the hay bales and fuck the life out of them. The moans filled the stables and every now and then a horse would neigh in response. But before they could do anything Max came rushing forward, pushed me out the way and came all over their faces as well. He leant on my shoulder for support. I tell you Sam it was a beautiful sight to behold. When they were done, they redressed and set the horses up for us to ride.

The day before I was due to leave, I was sitting on the patio; Max was licking my feet and Rose was relaxing, leaning on me whilst I read a book. Suddenly I saw a figure emerge from the woods and walk with purpose towards us. I had no idea who this person was, and I tensed up in anticipation.

Rose, who had also seen the figure, felt the change in me, leaned over and just said not to worry. As the figure got closer, I suddenly realised that this was Ben, but he was different now, there was a dazed determination in the way he moved, like it took all of his energy and concentration.

He walked up the hill with purpose, came onto the patio and without acknowledge any of us; prostrated himself on the ground next to me. No explanation. I realise now, how wrong I was. It has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you. It is about making your life better, about being useful to you. I have no right to demand anything from you. I live to just be in your presence. I thought I could hold on to who I was, but who I was, was a pathetic child, I realise now that I am nothing without you.

I am not a man, I am not a sub, I am an object to be used. Your pleasure must come first. I also realise now that pleasure does not come just from sex but from everything. You should have the best of everything, food, wine, accommodation. It is your right, sir. I was stunned. Firstly, Max and Rose had been so successful at relaxing me over the last week, I had completely forgotten about Ben.

I had put him completely out of my mind. To have him suddenly appear out of literally nowhere was surprising to say the least. I had tried to explain, tried to coax, tried to even force Ben to see what I wanted but it never seemed to stick. Now on the other hand Max seemed to have finally gotten through to him. I wanted to know more so I told Ben to leave us alone and asked Max what he had done.

That when he said he was a sub, when he said he was an object what did it mean? I pushed him a little and he demurred. They had talked about a great many things. He had said that Ben could not behave like that to anyone, let alone me, it was basic politeness. That our relationship was not transactional as he had thought domestic service in return for sex , but rather was one directional things should be done for my pleasure irrelevant of his.

And that if he did not understand this or was unwilling to accept this then he should leave and never contact me again, it was the only honourable thing to do. Apparently, they had a blazing great row in the forest, Ben stood his ground for some time, not understanding what Max was saying, getting angry with him, accusing him of being nothing more than a closeted homosexual with a cuck wife. But Max refused to budge and eventually Ben understood and apparently broke down in tears. It was at this point that Ben asked Max how he could be a better sub and control his outbursts and Max said that if he was serious, he would teach him.

Ben apparently agreed and Max took him to the stables. Now when you enter the stables via the office from the road it looks like it only has one level but in reality, it has two due to the prow of the hill.

From the office you can look down and see the entire stables, one long room with two box stalls on either side, a set of double doors opposite one another then another two box stalls before reaching the back of the stables. This was his last and only chance to leave if he wanted, after that there was no going back. For the next week Ben had to endure indignity after indignity. Max and the stableboys made sure of it and whenever he refused or tried to argue or snapped back, he was punished.

The boys were a lot more aggressive than I ever was. In the end Ben would apparently flinch when one of them entered the room. When they needed to go they would use Ben and piss or shit on him.

They never forced him eat or drink it, just smear it across himself and admit that he was nothing and that even piss and shit were too good for him. One day they forced him to sit under one of the horses and told him to stay there until the horse did its business on him. They tied him up and took one of the hose pipes to him.

Dazed, confused and cold Ben was forced thank the boys for their kindness before returning to his stall. Whilst the boys were given free reign, they had been told specifically they were not allowed to use Ben sexually.

Max knew that that was what Ben craved, but he also knew that if he was used in that way it would set his training back. Max explained to me that the problem with Ben was twofold. The second was probably harder for Ben given his rich upbringing and background, but Max was determined. The boys apparently can be a bit slobby — lol. And Max said he knew Ben had understood the latter when I had arrived to ride the horses. He said he felt a well of pride seeing Ben finally, completely, wholeheartedly submit in his soul, not in actions or words but in his heart.

I of course knew none of this at the time. I needed a cigarette after Max told me this so I got up to grab mine from inside the house. Ben was on his knees by the door with a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and a beer in hand.

I asked him how long he had been there, he said since I dismissed him. Even when I told him to go he was still thinking of me. That night Ben cooked dinner; it was better than before but still needed improvement. He kept himself busy, but quietly and when we had no use for him he sat in the corner waiting for the next opportunity to serve. He became the invisible servant I had always wanted. The next morning, he packed our bags for the flight and when Max and Rose drove us to the airport he refused to sit in the car.

He no longer sleeps in his bed, he says the flat is mine to do with as I please and he should not sleep in what he sees as my room unless invited. I do what I want and leave, the flat is always a disaster zone when I leave and immaculate when I return. I was speaking to him the other day and he said that he knew Ben was a sub of the lowest kind when he first laid eyes on him, he also knew he had an ego the size of Jupiter.

We both agreed that these were exceptional circumstances and in any normal situation this kind of training would have taken months to break someone like Ben down, and that I neither had the resources, time or energy. But he said ruefully, why look a gift horse in the mouth? When you have the facilities and opportunity to crash course someone, you should.

You once asked me if I have ever owned live in or personal property fags and I said at the time that I did not know. I have given my others a degree of independence. Doming this fag has been very different and difficult. Or rather the journey to domming him has been.

Do I own him now? If this is the benchmark then yes, I now own a faggot as personal property. What Master Max did to Ben is severe, cruel, sadistic, and horrific beyond words … but that was also what Ben needed to readjust his attitude and finally accept the truth of his existence.

Fighting it and an Alpha are futile and only end in humiliation, pain, and finally disappointment. Ben thought he could argue and sass his way into some sort of equal relationship with Master Dan. He thought wrong. Why is that? Well, in a fight, each combatant seeks leverage over their opponent in order to get the advantage.

We are born inferior, born to serve. Nature gives all of the advantages to Alphas. Master Dan lays it out beautifully in this story. Here he was, enjoying a vacation with his Alpha brother and his wife in the countryside, savoring a life of leisure and refinement, while Ben the faggot was left with service and punishment.

In fact, it seems fitting that this startling event took place on a farm. In places like this, Hierarchy is borne out in sharp relief. There are those in charge the farmer , and those who serve the farmhands. There are those who feast the humans and those processed to become the feast the animals. And if a farmhand or an animal gets out of line, they are punished, sometimes in a most severe way. Ben is a faggot. A useful animal.

And he was punished and corrected in the most shocking way for attempting to upset this natural order. This is such an overwhelming story of faggot readjustment that I had to read it twice just to digest the profundity of it all. The deep, deep Hierarchical magic at play here is exquisite wisdom. Hopefully it sinks into the hearts of both Masters and faggots out there and encourages change. Ugh, I told ShawnMendes not to put out this statement yet, but you know how stubborn Alphas can get!

In the last update last summer, Master Dan had taken ownership of Ben, but indicated that there might be trouble ahead. This is going to be a two-part update because of how massive the story is. On the subject of fags, it has been almost a month since I first fucked that fag Ben I was telling you about. Things have been interesting; I have found he requires a lot of oversight and is struggling to come to terms with who he is.

Whilst he took to them with abandon initially he has let the quality of his work slip, and is even trying to shirk some of them.

Just to give you some context. He lives quite close to my work so I can easily see him whenever I want to. I had recently told him to stop buying me expensive takeaway and to actually cook me a meal as I said to you before I believe it is my solum duty to build him up to be a good fag, something we can both be proud of, and cooking is an important fag duty Unfortunately it was not a success for him , there is no nice way of putting it; the food was absolutely terrible, like really, it was inedible.

I was appalled that anyone could call this food let alone serve it to a guest…. Or even their master. I therefore decided that instead of allowing him to just buy me nice takeaways that he should actually learn to cook. This would not only benefit me but would also provide a future path for him and learn some real skills. I signed him up to a course on Le Cordon Bleu he paid of course. I have since found out that he has been lying to me. After the first week, he decided not to return and would cheat by buying me takeaways and passing it off as his own.

I was so disappointed. I returned about an hour later with a small package more on that later , he was lounging on the sofa playing on his mobile.

I told him to get off the sofa, get undressed and give me his phone. He smiled, he obviously thought he was going to get fucked. I told him that he was going to return to that course and he was going to take it seriously.

And to give him an added incentive I was going to cage him until he finished the course. The look of absolute shock on his face, I could see he wanted to say something, but he also knew it was best not to. He blinked a few times, his eyes darted left and right in an attempt to come up with a reason for me not to.

I took the cage out of the small package I bought and locked him in it. He was going to wear it for a week then after that we could discuss buying him something more comfortable, either way …. He was going to be wearing a cage till he completed the course. He nodded. I then took his phone and installed a GPS tracker. He nodded again. I told him that I had copied his keys earlier so I could come and use his flat whenever and however I wanted. Therefore, I expected it to be clean, the fridge fully stocked with booze and the bed ready to be used at all times.

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