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Sometimes it’s the little things our gods do that bring us the most joy and the most comfort. These simple gifts they give out so effortlessly make the greatest impact.
It’s why they are gods. And why we serve them.
The night of Alex’s rape was a difficult one. The little faggot, crushed by his experience in the clutches of Master Matt, endured a waking nightmare filled with tears. The saving grace was Master Nick’s long, strong arms wrapped around him. It is the safest, most comforting place in the universe. Master Nick held the crumpled body of his faggot, his prized possession, with a mixture of desolate pain and growing rage over what happened to him.
When it was time to sleep, Master Nick made the arrangements to have Alex (technically Master Nikola’s faggot) instead sleep with him in his bed. There, little Alex curled against the large, powerful body of his Master, his warmth and the soothing scent of his body providing an extra blanket of security.
In the morning, Master Nick awoke and, in a startling move, made his shattered faggot some breakfast. This doesn’t happen in Master Nick’s house; his faggots serve him, not the other way around. But the moment called for some extraordinary measures.
After Alex ate, Master Nick left the apartment to go to the gym. A few hours later Master Nick dropped by the apartment to check on Alex before heading back out to handle private business, only to find little Alex called up on the couch sobbing uncontrollably.
Horrified, Master Nick scooped up the broken faggot and held him while he wept. Then something profound happened – Alex reflexively put his head in Master Nick’s crotch and began breathing deeply. And suddenly Alex stopped crying, and calmed down considerably!
This made such an impression on Master Nick that he mentioned it specifically to me later. “Faggots are strange creatures,” texted Master Nick incredulously.
However, it isn’t strange when you think about this in evolutionary terms. The scent of Alpha Males has long indicated security and protection to the weaker members of a group. We desire to smell the scent of our Owner, to be marked by it in some fashion.
Little Alex wanted to smell the scent of his beloved Master’s cock and balls – his strongest scent – because Alex has been scent trained to respond to that specific odor. For Alex, there is no safer place in this world than to be curled up in the crotch of his Master, his God.
There have been moments of startling clarity that have come out of this dark experience, and one of them is this truth: our true Alpha gods are born to provide a place of safety and comfort to the broken and the weak. This fact is written into their genetics, this power effortlessly emanating from their pores.
It is the scent of gods. It is a warm blanket of safety and security for the little ones they protect.
Master Nick is a god, and a mighty one. His faggots detect his scent and instantly know they are safe. That is real power, the kind of power that transcends superficial things like sexual positions or fetish worship.
It is ancient power, written in our genes since the beginning of time and understood by all creatures human and otherwise. It is the power of god fashioned into the shape of a Man.
And this is why we worship Men like Master Nick. Suddenly it sounds less strange, doesn’t it?
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