The destruction of the blog Natural-Hung-Bull by Tumblr crushed the hearts of many faggots and even some Alphas. The writer, a straight married Alpha owner of faggots known as “The Bull”, was a towering and almost legendary presence among those who accept Hierarchy.
This site managed to squirrel away some of his incredible writing before the sudden obliteration of his Tumblr blog. It is my hope he will begin to write here as an Apex Alpha voice and viewpoint … but if he doesn’t, then this remains as a memorial to him.
Please feel free to comment below and discuss how this greatest of Men changed your life with his words and/or his giant cock.
It is with a very heavy heart that I bring devastating news.
Many Tumblr readers (especially any who follow me on social media) know of Master @natural-hung-bull, the great Apex Alpha writer whose blog was trashed by Tumblr recently.
Well, last week Master’s dear sister died of COVID.
As a tireless warrior against the current administration (and its incompetent/criminal mismanagement of COVID), you can only imagine the extraordinary anguish Master is suffering through right now.
I know many of you discovered your purpose through his blunt-force words and power. He’s been invaluable to me as I’ve expanded my understanding of Hierarchy over the years. Simply put, he is one of the greatest Alphas you’re ever likely to meet online.
Please keep him in your thoughts as he works through this.
An Alpha Bull performs and works all day. A fag serves because not only is being a tool for service a part of his natural role in life, but because pleasuring his Superior is his destiny.
I have a very active sexual imagination. And I don’t know why I think I’m so special; because I’ve come to understand over time that most men think of sex constantly. From the Alpha males on down to the slaves. We all want sex. It really is, all in the delivery. And you may be astonished to learn that women also crave sex, just not as often.
Which brings me to this, a faggot dreaming of me and my cock. When faggots tell me they dream about me, I believe them and it makes me hard.
From the beta flock:
I thought about your cock all night. I had a dream about it. I was leaving my apartment and I forgot to get something. I walked back in and you were standing inside with your cock out n hard. I had to beg you to let me inside. But you wanted more than just begging. There was a ceremony where I commited myself to you n your cock. No like marraige but like one of those promise ceremonies, where I promis to worship your cock and only your cock. I then had to swallow your cock infront of a bunch of Alphas to show I was claimed. Swallowing all your cum my face covered in it. I woke up and had to massage the tip of my clit until i came like a fag. Thank you for that powerful dream Sir.
Making you nervous. I can always tell when I’m in the presence of a fag; mainly by how I make him nervous. I caught a police officer checking me out today while in line at the atm. I totally caught his eyes staring hard at my crotch. “Nice day…” I say w a nod, giving hime the opportunity to recover. He was in his 30s handsome and fit; masked.
The hung Alpha male. Is always naturally muscular. Usually hairy with a Hard body. He smells good. He looks good. It taste good. He becomes engorged.
God help the manwife who’ll have to take this 8 x 7“ the base trophy cock after work before I head home to the wife and kids. 5 1/2 inches long soft. Mmm, those were the days.
Embarrassing this officer made my day. Hairy versus smooth. Hard versus soft. Muscular versus flexible.
I received a lot of questions about the status of straight Alpha god Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr. It seems he was deleted due to complaints from Trumptard snowflakes about his scathing attacks on the criminal in the White House.
(EDIT: Now I’ve been terminated, too, despite not doing anything offensive!)
Shame on Tumblr for silencing such a unique and powerful voice in the Alpha community!
For now, you can find him on BDSMLR by CLICKING HERE.
That site is really awkward and messy (especially the backend), which is why I’m encouraging him to continue his writing here. He is an unforgettable teacher for both Alphas and faggots, and he has been a blinding light of truth in the community for years. It would be an honor to craft a place here (like a mini blog) for his incredible writing.
My other idea would be to create a site for him on my server so that it would be safe and uncensored forever.
The truth will not be silenced or extinguished on my watch. I will fight for that truth and for my Masters with every last breath, believe me.
It seems that the greatest Alpha voice on Tumblr has finally been silenced. Natural-Hung-Bull is no more.
We instantly connected when I arrived on Tumblr over five years ago. He was everything I am not – a Man, an Alpha, well-hung, wildly successful in the business world, and the keeper of a well-balanced, varied, and robust sex life. I didn’t deserve to ever get to speak to an Apex Alpha like him, but instead he shared things with me that I will always cherish.
I always had this nagging instinct to create a site on my server and pull his Tumblr site onto it in order to rescue all of those glorious tone poems to Alpha Male sexuality, but NHB always seemed to treat his writing there as transitory and even disposable.
That’s a strange way to look at a work of sexual and Hierarchical art that changed the lives of so many.
Over the years I have managed to grab some choice gems from his Tumblr and copy/paste them onto fagsworshipalphas.com. They are under the Natural-Hung-Bull category on the site. I hold it there as a flickering flame of truth.
I will miss you forever, my glorious Master. Nobody can replace the massive 8.5″ hole you’ve left on Tumblr, in our pussies, and in our hearts.
The following is a recreation of a post by straight Apex Alpha Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr.
What is your purpose faggot? What is your purpose. Is it to be taken advantage of my an “Alpha” Male? No, I don’t think so. Don’t complain to me about being taken advantage of. Demanding yes, but Superior Males never exploit. You control how you serve. You chose. And when you feel the NATURAL pull to service, you find your purpose.
Submission is power. This power is held by a faggot. The power to consent, fully. Your relinquishment of your masculinity is your choice. And from my perspective, that is so hot. To find a confident sub who knows his place.
Is this your purpose faggot? To please him in any way imaginable. To make his life better? To taste him. To lick his delicious sweat. Smell him and lick the lowly part of the sole of his feet. Just to hear him say “mmm, feels good faggot. You serve him. Tribute him, knowing that your give is service make his life easier and that gives you purpose.
Or is your purpose to do his rank laundry. To fill your faggot lungs with the scent of a real man. So enthralled by his scent, you get drunk on him. “Thanks fag” is all you get. Almost as satisfying as folding his jockstap for him, knowing the cloth will soon cup his balls.
Or is this your purpose. To kneel and serve a beautiful married cock any way he wants. Hearing him moan. “That’s right faggot, suck that fat cock…”. Waiting for his cum to fill you, and replenish your masculine deficit. Kneeling to satisfy your thirst for the human male animal.
Or is this your purpose. Being HIS pet. HIS man wife. Serving him and making him happy by taking the backseat in everything. Making HIS life better at your expense. “Such a good Princess, faggot…”. You submit and give yourself because he is a man. You are not. He keeps your secret.
Or is this your purpose. A tongue , mouth, hole, cum receptical. A urinal. Craving to drink a man’s piss just because. Just because. A man’s waste becomes a faggot’s nurishment. “Thank you Sir” you manage to say as you gulp him down.
Or is this your purpose. To hover close to a Real Man. Straight. Naturally masculine with curly black hair. A Soccer Dad. A father, a husband, your boss, your doctor, your Captain. An Alpha male. You know it when you see it. You shower him gifts. Your choice and you do this Because you want to make his life better, hoping he will acknowledge you for just one second. Hoping for a whiff of his scent.
Or is this your purpose. To be his afternoon delight. Available as a fuck buddy when he calls. Happy to drop to your knees after you get his call. Service with a smile for a handsome man with a cock full of cum.
Or is this your purpose. To open for him. Feel the pain he selfishly inflicts. Just for the opportunity to glimpse deep into his eyes, the man’s soul as he fucks you. Mentally Diving into him during this vulnerable moment as he physically dives into you. Pain and pleasure. Feeling him fuck you, is that your purpose?
Or is your purpose to be his whore. Because every man need a whore.
I am saving this magnificent story by Natural-Hung-Bull for posterity.
“It’ll be amazing…”. He convinces you. It’s time, his eyes tell you. You’re going to lose your virginity during your sophomore year to a graduating senior.
If you’re a woman or a bottom, your first time will hurt. Nature. Women tear their hymen the first time they are penetrated by a man. And tight young bottoms in college and of age also feel pain and even bleed when penetrated for the first time, especially if it’s a big dick.
“That’s it. Breathe…”
Pain. I’ve caused it for both sexes, that first time. I’m patient and appreciate the gift of taking the flower. Sweet, bloody cherry.
“….I’ll go slow. Relax…”.
But I think for a male, the pain associated with being entered by another man is also psychological, going with his natural desire while going against everything he’s been taught about being a “Man”. An “unnatural” act that couldn’t be more natural.
“… I’m almost in…Now push back…”
But that first time, punishing pain. Being a Man, sex is pleasurable. Entering a tight hole is as pleasurable as entering a tight cunt. Giving birth is painful for the female; making life is pleasurable for the man. Fucking a fag is both painful and pleasurable for the fag; but pure pleasure for the man.
“…that’s it. Shhhh. Feel that? Shhh. I’m in. As slow as you want…”
There is no pain for me, unless my 8 inch tool inflicts it. Nature’s cruel realities for men who spread for their Superior Males.
I’m not an Alpha, nor am I a Man. I was born to serve them, not fully understand them.
But legendary Apex Alpha Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr is most definitely an Alpha, and an exquisite Man. He is the type of Man from whom any Alpha can learn much.
Here is a delicious piece of advice he gave recently:
I wish I could help young men understand how amazing you are, right now, at this stage of your life. Many seek perfection, not knowing you are already perfect in every way. Yes, keep that 33 waist for a lifetime. That should be your marker.
I wear 501s only. Always have.
You, pick a brand and if those fuckers get a little too tight, do something about it. In my 20s I had a 32 waist, now I’m a 33-34. And that’s fine w me.
Look at yourself. Accept yourself. Find your confidence. Because confidence “sells”.
A Real Male is a male human animal who has found acceptance. When you accept yourself, nature will back your confidence. Expect to make mistakes. Lots of them. Learn and grow. Be kind. People will see that. You choose your path and don’t look back.
My Tumblr Master, the great mature Alpha Natural-Hung-Bull, received the following experience from one of his faggot readers.
I reproduce it so that Men will learn how their confidence and their scent can subdue and enslave any faggot.
I was 22, just came out. He was this gorgeous guy in a bar and we started chatting and I was hypnotized by how hot he was and how nice he seemed. He started to leave the bar and I followed, taking a chance, when he pulled me into an alley, reached into his jeans, and held his hand over my nose to get a hit of his cock and balls smell.
It drove me CRAZY, I was moaning and begging, so he took me in the alley and I got to worship him right there, sucking his hard dick. He came pretty quick all over my face, I had never been more turned on.
After that, he said we were going to his dorm for the night. As soon as we got there he kicked out his roommate and pushed me over the bed.
He fucked me so good and I was making so much noise I don’t know how we didn’t get in trouble. When he finished cumming in me he threw my clothes at me and kicked me out. I think about it all the time.
One of the greatest Alpha Bulls alive today is Tumblr’s legendary @Natural-Hung-Bull. I have waxed poetic multiple times over this incredible straight Man. Countless words of praise have showered upon him by grateful faggots around the world, either ones who have been conquered by him and the rest of us hoping for a chance.
My hairy Alpha Bull showed a little kindness to me two days ago and sent me the following photographs of his monster cock. This is a tool that has bred many women, produced Alpha sons, and cunted unknown numbers of faggots. It has even been made into a dildo!
It’s very easy to get frustrated with the forces that seem to be constantly aligned against me both in and out of the community. I get it – I’m a faggot, which is not exactly an enviable Hierarchical position, and I’m articulate enough to attract attention to some less-than-mainstream ideas. I expect pushback from establishment platforms like Tumblr (cancelled again today) and Twitter. But when I get it from so-called Alphas who act like bitchy faggots, or faggots who act like nosy housewives, then it really becomes too much.
What none of these petty, insignificant people and organizations fail to realize is that I have a large network of support across the internet. Alphas and faggots around the world who get what I’m saying is the truth. My words have been a siren song to them. They hear my song and feel the truth of it deep in their bones, just as I hear their cries for help.
And we rally the wagons. Today I received exquisite support from two beautiful sources. I’m going to share both of them with you.
First of all, my Alpha God @natural-hung-bull rose up in defense of me on Tumblr. It’s pretty clear that some insecure and hateful remnants of the dying community on that platform were instrumental in getting my last Tumblr site pulled down. Here’s what the Great Protector Alpha wrote:
Who is the asshole who keeps sabotaging @fagsworshipalphas? Fucking cunt.
Sam the faggot provides a crucial role in the world of “faggotry” a word he termed. He helped me, for example understand that there is a hierarchy in nature as it relates to faggots: that Alpha Males and men use beta males and faggots routinely. And that there are “faggots” that glorious segment of gay bottoms who live to serve men, like me. I am forever in his debt.
Equally important, he helps faggots find their way. Guides them so that eventually, they submit on their knees before Superior Males. He helps them to understand themselves for what they are. And learn how to discovery their true self. That they are an object. They exist to serve. His advice has led to the service of thousands of men like me. Literally. I’m sure of it.
He speaks his mind. Clearly. And I suppose he’s pissed some princess off who desperately reaches for the truly (meaningless) title of “Alpha Male”. If you’re so fragile that a faggot like Sam is able to upset you, you are no “Alpha”.
You can’t keep a good man down. That also applies to you faggots.
How on Earth could I be deflated or defeated at all when I figuratively have the strong, hairy MAN ARMS of this incredible wrapped around me? I LAUGH in their faces!
After this boost, I received a message that another patron signed up to support this site and my work here. But what really touched me was the following note that a reader named Mario sent me:
Hello Sam!
Your podcasts about yourself (26.5) and your amazing statements about rape (27) have been the most impressive examples of two sides of your true spirit – from deep thankfulness about the magic of life to a raging stand-up for your beliefs. Working in media myself, let me tell you: YOU do everything right – naturally – partly by coincidence even, because it just is “you” that way – and partly very smartly strategically – all mixed up with the “fight for faggot teaching and support”! So in these Corona times financial issues suddenly become unexpectedly relevant again for many people’s existence – but if I can help to keep this website costs a little lower, it’s my pleasure now! THANKS for doing, what – indeed – no-one else is doing online the way you do it!
Mario
What an extraordinary gift that letter proved to be today! I thank Mario (wherever you are) for this refreshing drink of water at just the right time!
The people spending their time trying to derail my efforts or recast them in an ugly light will fail. I have a world full of support, and on darker days like today they all lock arms and catch me.
But most crucially, I have a fire inside of me brighter and more powerful than any hate that could ever be thrown at me. Do you really think a faggot like me that fought against THE WORLD to rescue my Baby Boy, a faggot that stared cancer in the fucking eye and won – do you really think I’m going to get scared or give up or even stop for one second?
If you think I will, you are wrong. Go read those gifts I received today again. I am rejuvenated, not defeated.
What is it about muscular, hairy, well-hung Alpha Bulls that turn faggots into melted butter? Is it their indomitable power? Is it their thickness, their weight, the way they fill every space in every room?
I’ve long been obsessed with the greatest Bull on Earth, the incomparable @Natural-Hung-Bull on Tumblr (Happy Birthday, Master!). Now I have found a younger version of my great Alpha God in a wrestler/Beast named Bull Barrett (@bullybarrett).
This was posted by Natural-Hung-Bull on Tumblr. Reposted here for posterity.
From the beta flock :
I once served a straight Dom man who was the nicest guy in the world. So kind and sweet, and he said, “Give me a kiss” and I leaned in to kiss his mouth, and he laughed and said. “Oh, no. That’s my mouth hole. That’s where I kiss women. There’s only one hole I kiss faggots with.” And he lowered his pants.
“Faggots like you kiss my asshole.” He said it so plainly, so matter-of-factly. I got down on my knees and rimmed him for a good twenty minutes, just slobbering away. When I stood up he said,” That’s how a Real Man and a faggot make out.”
Fantastic. Sounds appropriate and about right, although traditional (vs appropriate) making out w a faggot is the best way to completely subdue any remnants of his masculinity before using it.
This was published by @natural-hung-bull on Tumblr. One of his faggot readers sent in its experience with a hung Alpha. I felt it was significant enough to be memorialized. Thanks to this faggot for recording this encounter!
The truthful words of a faggot cunted by his first 8 + inch thick cock. This describes perfectly how a hung mature Male Bull Animal like me can destroy a bottom, and create a faggot for life with just one fuck.
What’s it like; getting fucked by a hung Bull? Just like this.
From the beta flock:
I let out a deep moan as a huge mass of precum spewed out my dick and onto the bed. His cock was bone hard in my mouth and then he told me to turn around and I did. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and started singing, “It’s the End of the World” by REM and slid his finger in again and probed my prostate over and over. He started working my hole over by adding more fingers and probing all over the place. The 3 fingers were really stretching my hole. He knew how to hit the right spots to turn me into a bitch. He kept asking if I liked it. And kept asking me what I wanted. It went into this back and forth of me saying, “I want your to fuck me.” To him saying, “That is pretty vulgar. What to you want?” To me saying, “I want you to make love to me?” To him saying, “I make love to my wife. What do your want?” It finally came down to me begging him to slide his cock into my ass. Then he asked “Into your what?” “I want you to slide your cock into my pussy.” “Into your pussy, what?” I was so horny I couldn’t take it anymore. “I want you to slide your cock into my pussy, Tom.” Then he said after this weekend will probably end up with a cunt. Now on my back, I had my knees to my pecs and he said to not take my eyes off of him and then i felt his cock head pressing against my puckered hole. He asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. He said that a cock is a lot different than a dildo so it will hurt because I couldn’t guide a cock the way I could guide a dildo and then he put his weight against my calves and pushed his head right through my ring. The pain was beyond intense and my body just started spasming and I tried to pull him off of me. He told me it was too late. And then said to keep looking in his eyes concentrate on his voice and follow directions. As my head was thrashing about from the pain, he told me to breath and to kiss him. As I was kissing him I kept inhaling and exhaling him from my lungs to his. The kissing and breathing calmed me down. It felt like he was rearranging my guts and splitting me open as he slowly pushed in with his huge cock.
It felt like this huge snake was pushing through my body. When he got to the end he was about 7 inches in. Then he asked if I was ready for the last few inches and told me do open my inner ring because if he forces it I won’t be able to handle it. I told him I was ready. He rolled me up onto my upper back and shoulders and put his weight on me and that door magically opened and he just slid in until i felt his ball pressing against my ass crack. I can’t even tell you that feeling when you penetrate that inner ring. It is painful yes. but his once you get into the colon it was like you feel that fullness inside but the pain stops from that point forward. Both rings and the points between hurt like fuck, but I could feel the head of his cock rubbing the walls of my deep guts and it felt amazing. It was like both pleasure and pain. Sort of like fireworks. There is the powerful launch and the spectacular display at the end. I just can’t put it in words. He just stayed in me and asked how I was doing. All I could do in nod. He told me he wanted me to just get used to his cock and let him know when I was ready to get fucked.
Then he flexed his cock again and said, “Got it?” I could only groan out a, “Yes.” I told him I was ready. He said that once he starts fucking there would be no turning back but I was under no obligation until he started fucking me. When he pulled back it felt like he was turning me inside out, hurt and it felt like my guts were collapsing. It was then the pain slowly turned into a burning sensation it still hurt but the pain was more of a burn and less of a piercing pain.
He pulled out nearly all the way and then shifted his position when plunged in again in one motion. The angle change make his cock head punch my prostate and my cock was soft but was spewing a massive glob of precum, and believe it or not his cock got even harder and felt even bigger when he plunged. The entire time all this was going on my body was going through tremors and he thought that was hot because he said it was an uncontrolled response. And it was these tremors would come in waves. As I was looking at him he asked if I was ready to get get converted and and then he just started to slow pump my hole.
The feeling of him pumping my hole was amazing, especially when he would pop through that inner ring. it would send waves of stimulation starting in my colon. He would make a point of punching my prostate because it would cause me to tighten my hole and then when he pierced my inner passage that wave would come over me. So I sort of ignored the pain. and felt all the other things that were going on.
He started to move in at different angles and work my guts good. He fucked me and rolled me on my side and lifted my one leg and I could feel him hit areas that I didn’t feel him before. i was leaking like a bad faucet and it was crazy. He started fucking me harder and faster picking up the pace that brought on a whole different set of sensations started going through my body. it was like I was getting punched from the inside. I was grunting with each thrust.
I got to a point when I begged him. I needed it so bad. He plunged into me and when he pierced that ass ring I about jumped out of the bed, the sensation was so intense. He went balls deep. So now there were 3 sensations I was dealing with; the initial shock of opening up my hole, which was like an electric shock that run across my body, punching my prostate that made my guts and cock, balls, taint and nipples get crazy sensitive and tingle and then the internal wave and fireworks that take place when he breached my second ring. He told me to turn my head and look him in the eye when he fucked me. He also told me to arch my back and then proceeded to punch fuck me for about 10 minutes and each of those thrusts rocked my body and every time my hole shot off it was like aftershocks. I was weak and energized at the same time. It is so difficult to explain.
The rest thing that was so weird is that I was so horny but I just couldn’t get hard.it was like my body was telling me to submit to him and my dick didn’t mean anything at all. Each time he would thrust my body went into another phase and my body would shudder. and my guts felt like they were swelling up. On occasion he would hit a spot causing me to rear up or flatten my back and Chris would tell me to arch my back and push the small of my back down with force and I quickly obliged. Then at one point when I had a body shock, be pushed my head and shoulders into the bed and pretty much yelled, “Don’t move, you cunt.” Chris had never spoken like that. He fucked me like an animal. And at this angle when he was thrusting in it felt like he was hitting my tailbone and then his cock was running along my spine. it was really stretching my hole. When he was pulling out if felt like we was turning my pussy lips inside out. Then he just started to piston fuck me and I was just giving long groans as he was pumping my ass. I sounded like a wounded beast. then he grabbed my hair and pulled me up and then i felt his cock spasming in my ass and it felt like it was swelling about 25% and he started unloading. I could feel his cock throb at my inner and outer rings against his cock. it was like a mallet hitting my ring muscles in sync and then i felt the heat of his cum shooting, hitting the sides of my colon. and he let out this blood curdling growl as he was shooting in me.
It felt like he would never stop I felt at least 8 pumps and that was after I though he wouldn’t stop shooting. I figured he had about 12 to 15 pumps. after he stopped pumping into me.
The astonishing thing is that his cock was still hard. then he kissed my lips looked me in the eye and then said are you ready for round 2 and rubbed my cum coated cock head over my lips.
I instinctively licked it. He fucked me again and again. In that 2 hour and 40 minutes he pumped out 3 loads.
If you’re hung and a top, you know this experience is authentic. The way the faggot’s body literally begins to shutter and you as you’re fucking for say more than 20 minutes. How a man will eventually cum like a woman when being fucked by a hung Alpha. Your cock head now having a obliterated his second ring. How long strokes makes the faggot’s leak out their load. Or even shoot as they are being fucked. How face to face, he inhaled me and i calm him; as I inhale his masculinity and breath into my lungs and body, watching carefully as I hurt and pleasure him as I fuck. Destroying him. Owning him.
How after a marathon fuck like say, 30-40 minutes, the faggot becomes limp, and limber. Now a vessel for a Real Man to use. “I will exhaust you” I tell my faggots. The Alpha absorbing his strength; Making me stronger. He becomes weaker with each thrust. And after i cum, like 30 minutes later, he is left like a puddle of a man. Nothing left, I have fucked everything out of him. And inhaled his masculinity. His strength.
This is reblogged from the great Tumblr Alpha @natural-hung-bull.
Cunted.
It’s not just the reality that you’ve been cunted, feeling his huge thick god cock pound into you, you’re now numbed to the pain of his 8×6.5 inch meat, but you’ve entered you fag space. “When will it end…” is one thought; “God I don’t want this to end..” is another. Your body is now his faggot mattress as he pounds on you. You hear and feel I’d heavy balls slap on your cunt. You are a woman, but not quite. And you are not a man.
But he is. Now fucking you. Inhaling your breath. Consuming your dignity and anyvlast semblance of masculinity with each thrust.
And soon, his power will flood your cunt. His essence will feel warm deep inside when you first feel his cum. His rut will intensify by instinct; this his how the male body inseminates and creates. And soon, you will be oncome by his man hormones.
Feed on him. The Alpha’s precious fertile generous gift of life. The essence produced by a Real Man. Your faggot fuel. Nature’s organic natural sedative and perfect elixir for the faggot mind. Calms you. Tastes delicious. Warms your hole and body. Lifts your spirts while taking your worries away. And the best part, the Human Bull male has an endless supply.
When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:
How should a Man use his power?
We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can.
These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them.
The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans.
Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands.
But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges – Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies.
Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.
They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission.
A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.
When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.
I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.
For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though – @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank – but they were hard to find.
But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.
Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.
Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently – Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.
But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.
To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:
When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.
Then Master Kyle added this:
I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?
Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!
Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service.
These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones.
By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas!
To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!
To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth!
The following is reproduced in part with the permission of my Master @Natural-Hung-Bull of Twitter fame.
Natural-Hung-Bull is a straight Man. He’s spent a lifetime fucking legions of females. He’s a father and husband.
It’s very likely that early in his life he wanted nothing to do with faggots in a sexual way. But in his thirties he discovered the wonders of faggot worship and service, and he became a believer. It didn’t change the intrinsic sexual animal within him, just merely ENHANCED it. New banquets of hedonistic pleasure were laid out before him to satisfy his ravenous appetites.
And believe me, he has feasted. But like any true and thoughtful Alpha, he has taken these experiences into his heart and allowed them to refine the Man within. He has discovered wonderful pearls of truth about the Male Hierarchy, the needs of submissive males and faggots, and his role in all of this.
He shared with me one of his latest “a-ha” moments he gained while using a submissive:
On Friday, I wrote about this. But I can’t post the picture. A younger man approaches me. Early 30s. he’s really close. We make out. Naked. And he just rubs his body against mine. I’m hard he’s hard. Intimately, just standing there. My hands all over his body. His hands all over mine. I could feel my hair on his smooth body. My tongue deep down his throat. He’s moaning. Now focused on my hairy forearms and grinding and I feel the splash has hot cum between us. As we were standing there. He came kissing me. So awesome. It’s making me hard right now, that intimate memory. He was dizzy and shyly giggled and thanked me. Amazing. He’s a good friend of my LA sub Joshua who wrote to me today: “I’m going to have Joshua set you up with a repeat.” Josh sets up fags for me to fuck so he can watch …
For a straight Man, such a moment of involuntary ecstasy is eye-opening indeed. With women, it’s not always obvious how she’s really feeling in the moment. But with a male, it cannot be hidden – the cumshot gives it away.
And the fact that this involuntary ecstasy came from merely kissing him is another level of intimacy entirely.
How can a straight Man take this other than as a blatant endorsement of his sexual power? Discovering this kind of inborn power is revelatory, which is why he called it “amazing.”
Without first opening himself up to the use of faggots and sub males, Natural-Hung-Bull might never have learned these intimate truths about human sexuality and his own power as one of our Kings.
