This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

When I started using the terms “Protector Alpha” and “Destroyer Alpha,” I think some people thought I was being overly dramatic. This idea that some Alphas were superheroes worthy of extreme gratitude and worship seemed over-the-top.

And yet, we see Alphas in their day-to-day lives performing tremendous acts of heroism that often go unappreciated by everyone except the females and faggots who serve them.

That’s why, as a faggot, I’m so proud to share the story told to me by Master Kyle, the young Alpha son of Sir Rob. Master Kyle has already had a lot of jaw-dropping moments since accepting his Alphahood and claiming faggots to own as part of his Kingdom.

But now he’s made a statement about his Kingdom: the innocent are safe in his shadow.

Read this:

I was walking home from my girlfriend’s house around 11 at night. It was dark outside and there was no one. I was walking with music in my AirPods when I heard a girl scream. I went towards the sound and I didn’t really think about what I was doing. I finally found in an alley a girl with a man over her who was obviously fumbling to get his pants off to rape her. I grabbed the motherfucker and shoved him to the ground before beating him up. I saw red and couldn’t stop. He deserved it.

I stopped and turned to that girl, in her early twenties, very pretty with red hair. I calmed her down and because she was in a state of shock she couldn’t talk or do anything. I took her in my arms and took her home. I didn’t really think about what I was doing but that was right in my eyes. My family was at the cabin out of town for the weekend so I had the house to myself. I put her in my bed and slept on the couch that night.

Next morning, she was feeling better and thanked me, I offered her a coffee, and after a bit of hesitation she gave me her number. She left. It was the first time I didn’t do anything with a girl I had bring home.

The next following days, I couldn’t stop thinking about people who actually got raped, that didn’t have someone who helped them out, like I did to that girl. I thought of you, how you must’ve felt like after you got raped. It got me angry idk why. I had to calm myself down on the punching bag for at least half an hour to evacuate what I was feeling.

The girl ( her name is Amber) and I text quite a bit. I went out with her a few times for coffee or walk together. I like her a lot.

You see what I mean? These Men are SUPERHEROES.

I feel like the luckiest faggot in the world to worship this King. I mean, he not only rescued Amber from clear danger, but then he even thought of me being raped and it angered him enough to beat up his punching bag.

So humbling!

I love Master Kyle with all of my silly faggot heart. He is astounding, a God-Man of unlimited power. I hope someday to kiss his feet and thank him for his greatness and benevolence!