One of the more extraordinary conversations I’ve had recently with an Alpha was a lengthy, multi-day interrogation I enjoyed with legendary Tumblr presence @bowatmyfeet. Those are his muscular legs and perfect, socked feet in the picture above. Yes, I know, my brothers – they’re perfect.
Alpha Mike is the genius behind @bowatmyfeet, one of my favorite Alpha blogs. He’s an early-thirties white Male who has spent his entire life living as a self-aware Alpha. He claims to have memories off dominating other kids when he was six years old. By the time he reached 15 years old, he was already fucking females while simultaneously daydreaming about pinning boys down in the locker room and fucking them, too. Eventually, at age 18, he fucked his first male. This has led to a largely bisexual life, although he’s currently in a mostly-exclusive two-year relationship with a bottom male.
As the picture above indicates, he’s a well-proportioned Alpha (aren’t they all?) who is, in his words, “country strong.” In other words, he’s built like a Bull, and has the sex drive of one as well.
Over his life Alpha Mike has pushed the boundaries of dominant behavior, demonstrating clearly that Alphas are BORN to dominate, not made that way. This is clearly evidenced in his account of the first fag he enslaved. I cannot match his words here, so I will let him tell the incredible story:
One of the things that really shaped my fascination with dominating others and degrading them was professional wrestling. There are plenty of storylines within pro wrestling that deal with humiliating your enemy.
Specifically, there was a “Kiss My Foot” match where the loser had to kiss the winner’s sweaty feet right after the match. I was fascinated by this and thought how cool it was to make someone literally bow to you and kiss the lowest part of your body. Nothing was lower and more degrading than that. I NEEDED to do that to someone. How great would it be to make one of my friends (or enemies) kiss my feet and pretty much admit my superiority over them? This has to happen.
So, a kid at my school who lived a few streets down was also into wrestling, but that’s about all that we had in common. In general, I didn’t like him. He was a goody two-shoes, very nerdy. Not funny, not interesting, not athletic, but his parents bought him the pay per views every month. So every four weeks he became my best friend for a day. Well, we both were familiar with the Kiss My Foot match so I proposed that we play a wrestling video game I had and the loser had to kiss the winner’s foot. He accepted and I beat him handedly. It wasn’t even close. Now, in general I was better at the game than he was, but usually the matches were close.
After it was over, he protested that he wasn’t going to kiss my foot and we were just kidding around. We were sitting on the floor playing the game. I stood up and stared down on him. He looked scared. I loved it. I knew he was going to kiss my feet. I told him he made the bet and if he didn’t “pay up”, then that would make him a liar and I couldn’t be friends with a liar. He didn’t have many friends and being the “good boy” that he was, he didn’t want to be called a liar. He knelt down and kissed my feet. When that happened, I knew I was “above” him. It was such an incredible and powerful sensation. I immediately lost what little respect I had for him and was now hooked.
I thought I would have to goad him into playing for those stakes again, but HE actually suggested it when I saw him again for the next pay per view. I was blown away. I won, and the disparity was actually getting larger. I realized he wanted to lose. I realized he wanted to kiss my feet. I couldn’t imagine why, but I did know that I loved the power trip I got out of it, and he clearly wants to do it, so he must love whatever feeling he was getting from having to do it. Shortly after that he was kissing my feet on demand, without the pretense of a wager. Then, after I saw Pulp Fiction with the famous “foot massage” conversation, he was rubbing my feet constantly, too. This was all pre-puberty, I was maybe 9 or 10. I didn’t get a sexual rush out of it, but I loved it and I also realized people loved submitting to it. It wasn’t until later that I realized that was my first fag. I was dominating fags before I even knew what fags were! Haha.
Isn’t that a fucking incredible story??? This experience really underlines why Alphas (and Men in general) love having faggots and females kiss and rub their feet – because it accentuates the Man’s power.
Since embracing the use of faggots in his life, he has owned 12 faggots for varying lengths of time. The longest he kept a faggot under his control was a two-year arrangement with a faggot during college. Not only did he use the faggot sexually, but he also had the faggot take care of homework and for domestic duties like cleaning (heaven!). Alpha Mike took care to make sure I understood that his current boyfriend is NOT a faggot, but we all know who rules the house.
Like many true Alphas, Alpha Mike uses faggots as a form of stress relief. That goes beyond sex, into other areas like spanking, belting, punching, and slapping. He enjoys degrading faggots, testing their limits and seeing what he can make them do.
When pressed, Alpha Mike shared a stunning example of this kind of boundary-pushing. Again, his words are best in describing the situation:
I had a faggot who was in love with my ass. Couldn’t stop complimenting it and staring at it. Of course, being the predator that I am, I had to use this bait to humiliate my prey. Whenever I would shit at his house, I made him wipe my ass. he couldn’t worship it, but he had to clean it. I love having my ass worshiped, too, but I loved denying him even more. I would tease him with it too. I’d say “ better wipe it really good, bitch! I might let you lick it once you’re done.” I never did of course, but it made him work harder. To have another human being literally cleaning the shit off of my ass as I completely ignore it, oh man that made me so hard. (and scat is definitely not my thing).
I mean, isn’t that incredible? As a faggot, I cannot even conceive of doing that to another person, yet not only did Alpha Mike do it, but it made him hard, too!
The experiences of Alpha Mike really demonstrate the almost-genetic origins of Alphahood. Simply put, he was born to rule. He was born to be worshiped and served like a god. He had no other choice.
Fortunately, he pursued his destiny as an Alpha with intensity, along the way helping many faggots realize their own purpose in the process. Thankfully Alpha Mike is a very articulate and generous Alpha, freely dispensing his wisdom and knowledge to those seeking it. Definitely follow him on Tumblr and respectfully approach his throne – you’ll be pleasantly surprised by the great Man behind the name @bowatmyfeet.
Thank you Sir for allowing me to interview you!