This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a young black Alpha named Jeremy. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Recently I have been receiving comments from a reader who called himself ToBeAlpha. He asked a couple of questions through the site, HERE and HERE. Intrigued by the voice and Man behind these messages, I reached out to him via email.
After introductions, I asked King Jeremy about how he came to understand the great power growing within him. He kindly wrote the following in response:
Hey there Sam. Discovering my Alphahood took quite a bit of time. I grew up very religious and suppressed a lot of things about myself that one would classify as “Alpha,” for the sake of living those virtues. Though I was always competitive in other aspects, and known as having superior intelligence wherever I went. Eventually went to being the showcase for my STEM school that was frequented by politicians because of my ability to captivate an audience. It eventually dawned on me, aggression is very much needed in society in a controlled manner. I come from a very chaotic upbringing and I really think a lot of the feminist type women in my family were envious of me and strived to castrate me. Felt very mentally castrated a greater portion of my life. Living a semi-sheltered, secluded from play with other boys and the opportunity to grow in my masculinity very early, I still had a sliver of example from the male role models. Predominately, it was largely women in my life who were overprotective also. Towards the end of my adolescence, I still had a lot of “Nice Guy” tendencies, and I really wanted to get women (I am bisexual). They were always just out of reach because at the time, I didn’t realize I had to balls to actually get them, and they could sense that.
Then I did something I always wanted to do; I joined the military. It was harsh and they don’t go for less, but everyday I could feel everything I’ve had repressed all my life come to surface. Fear that I had was no longer existent. People often think the military added value to my life, and while they did, I’ve felt I was an Alpha all my life, but I didn’t know for sure, and came to your blog to make sense. I had a difficult time being who I was because I had mental blockages that wouldn’t allow that. I had to find my balls. It happened way too quickly. My coworkers noticed I went from being in low spirits to very prideful/cocky, dominant, and leading overnight. I felt like a man for the first time in my life.
Then I eventually returned home, and started to have sex again, and I was starving for it after months of having no ass to fuck. Months of anger, and horniness was ready to release in very aggressive ruts. I noticed how powerful I felt fucking some faggots ass and breeding them. “Dickmatized” was a way a lot of them described feeling after I fucked them. I learned a lot of new things lately on your blog. Having the most intense rut of my life really astounded me, as I was having some very sadistic fantasies and thoughts while in the heat of the moment. It’s as if my fags asshole was made for me to destroy as my reward. Spitting on, slapping, and choking my fag while balls deep inside it, having my ass kissed and feet sucked on, was one of my hottest experiences. Having my ass ate took kiss-my-ass to a whole new level, and made me feel like they were offering their most submission and humiliation. Humiliation strangely gives me a hard-on.
I believe fags have some dignity, and I treat them well, but in the heat of the moment during sex, I turn very primal and almost have to dominate and own something and that often gets rough. I have a few fags now that want to be completely owned. One of them sucks my dick on the regular, cooks for me (professional chef), and does everything to make me feel like a king. Things like water sports are not everyone’s thing, though my fag sucked my dick and drank my stream straight down his throat. He lives for my cum and swallows it like he needs it to live. I feel great feeding him. At the end of the day, he we both know he is a fag, but to everyone else, he has dignity and respect and having that much power over him made me realize a lot of things and to curb a lot of disrespectful and insecure sides of my personality, because I had nothing else to prove to anyone and I had proven to myself. After I get home from deployment, I am going to make sure he is once again cunted.
Alphahood is real, folks. It’s something deep within certain Men like King Jeremy, a yearning for power and worship and respect that cannot be ignored or suppressed. Throughout everything King Jeremy has shared, it’s clear that he has been processing every step of this journey. It’s personal for him. He wants to understand what drives him to elevate and become the god-like figure he sees in himself. I love that.
That is how it goes for true Alphas. It’s more than just opening a Twitter account, flexing a couple of times, and putting the word “Alpha” in your user handle. True Alphas yearn for as much power and control as they can get. They must be the leader, the one who is worshiped, obeyed, and adored.
King Jeremy is becoming that and more. We are in the process of watching an Alpha transform into an Apex Alpha, step-by-step. What a glorious thing to witness, and an even better Man to worship!
Thank you King Jeremy! Hierarchy Is Truth!