This post is part of a thread chronicling a faggot named Dalton and his service to his straight Apex Alpha friend Caleb. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When a faggot is first rutted and bred (or better yet, cunted) by a truly dominant Alpha, the sensations and emotions of the experience never leave. They’re impossible to ignore or forget. An Alpha is almost a different species from other Men, primal and powerful. They’re creatures of tough leather, thick hides, and wide, vice-like paws. Not only do they ignore the word “no”, but they often never even hear it. In the moment, their minds are on the prairie or deep in the woods, the scent of blood in their nostrils and the quickened thump of heartbeats in their ears.
They are hunters. Conquerors. Kings. Gods.
Being taken by Beasts of that sort is akin to rape. Consent is not so much given as it is understood. Accepted. It’s acknowledged the same way the nod of a mob boss is understood by his henchmen. It’s Natural Law, the way of the jungle, the Hierarchical code written in the genetics of every human male.
Faggots taken this way by Alphas live on afterward like the residents of Hiroshima lived on after the Bomb. Scarred, alive, and blessed with new wisdom. Trauma has a way of opening us up, exposing raw nerve endings and tickling us forever like phantom limbs.
I say all of this as a way to describe some of my indescribable experiences of being taken and used by great Apex Alphas in the past. Even my rape, as traumatic as it was, is something I cannot regret and for which I am strangely grateful. I am different, a new creation, because I have been used so completely by Men far superior to me.
My fag brother Dalton knows what I mean.
He clearly felt that shiver of recollection that sometimes blows through us experienced faggots like a cool breeze over a sunburn. The sensations burst back into our mind, and we again smell the scent of the Man who took us, the angle of a sunbeam through a half-closed window, the drips of sweat on our face, the hot breath and grunting, and the ache that became a Void within us yearning for more.
Dalton wrote to me in that state of reminiscence about his first time being roughly taken by possibly one of the most powerful Apex Alphas stalking the Earth today, the great straight Master Caleb.
I was 15. I watched a lot of porn and jerked off so I knew what two guys fucking looked like. I had been playing with my asshole in the shower and learning how good it felt. I instinctively knew I wanted to be the bottom in those videos.
Caleb wondered if it was true that two dudes would fuck each other. I showed him parts of a gay porn video online. It must have lit up something in his brain. Of course I tended to watch videos that had dominant tops, so he saw some big dicked top using some poor bottom.
The next time he came over, unannounced of course, and said he was going to fuck me. I thought he was joking. I was scared to death. I tried to explain to him that he couldn’t just shove his cock in. He knew I had lotion to jerk off, so that excuse was gone. He told me to go get it. He pulled my shorts and underwear down before I had a chance and kicked them away. He motioned at me to take off my shirt too. I obeyed. He stayed clothed at first.
He told me to get on the bed while I finished with my hole. I squeezed some in his hand to put on his dick. I tried to pop my ass out like I had seen in porn. That must have really set him off because before I knew it he was penetrating. It was not an easy penetration. I can’t fathom how awful it would have been if I hadn’t fingered myself a little first. At that point his girth was starting to grow in.
He raved about how it felt at first. He didn’t get too aggressive at that point. He loved the tightness. Once he got bored with that he wrapped himself around me and started grinding away hard while I was trapped underneath him like prey. I would try to at least squirm a little but that just set him off. I just laid there and tried to hold back tears. They weren’t sad or bad tears though.
If you don’t make noise he feels challenged. He wants to hear you. He tightened this bear hug around me. He started doing sharp, deep thrusts to make me cry out. I just grew limp and whimpered. I was still hard. That’s the crazy thing. He was so loud that I was afraid if someone came home early that they would hear all of it. He really really liked how tight I felt.
He nutted in me. There was something different about it from just swallowing. It was breeding. I pulled my sheet over me and curled up in a ball. Caleb walked down the hall (still naked. . .) to the bathroom and washed his dick off. He was in great spirits and still going on about how amazing it was. I just laid there speechless and hugged up to my pillow. At first I just wanted to get his scent off my sheets. Then I could still smell him on my body. I washed everything and tried to put it out of my mind but couldn’t. I had trouble looking at myself in the mirror.
But something clicked eventually. I didn’t have to ever worry about ever living up to the standards of his world. I couldn’t. I was free. I think I liked myself better. Plus I had experienced something I knew a lot of girls wanted and I loved that.
Do you hear it in Dalton’s words? The sense of terror, pain, and finally WONDER? It’s liberating to be taken that way by the most powerful Men alive. Your mind turns off, your body turns on, and nature takes its course as celestial bodies wheel indifferently in the sky. It’s an orchestrated cataclysm. Matter and antimatter colliding. Two energy sources diametrically-opposed to each other – one faggot, one Alpha – slamming together and creating balance, harmony.
This is the way it has always been. This is the way it always will be.
Even as lowly faggots, we have a place and a purpose. It’s created from the rubble of the glorious destruction Alphas cause.
Submit. Be taken. Become free.
Gaze upon the God-Man Master Caleb, and imagine having that Alpha Predator set you free!