King Phillip’s Undeniable Gravity

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the most impressive Alphas featured here during the landmark 2021 calendar year was a young Apex Alpha named King Phillip. In college when we first met him, he and his Dom partner owned faggots and regularly feasted on feral faggots like werewolves.

Then, just like a summer storm, he was suddenly gone. This rarely fazes me, given that it’s in the nature of Alphas to come and go on a whim. Still, I missed him.

So imagine my joy when he appeared again this week! Now our of college and working a professional job, King Phillip is still learning new lessons about his Alphahood in Hierarchy University.

His lesson now: Alphahood cannot be denied or repressed. What is true about a Man will always surface at some point.

Read King Phillip’s account:

For a very long time, I had been keeping my dominant impulses from showing too much in everyday life.  I owned fags and was getting regular service, but I would go to work with one face on and put on another when I was alone with a cocksucker.  It was almost like I was an addict, getting my fix each night but becoming somebody else, slightly, when I went to work the next morning.  I was very careful not to let it slip to my coworkers and friends that I had a natural talent and primal craving to dominate my sex partners.  When I finished college in 2021, I got a new job and fell out of the Dom scene for a while.  That dominating urge that I had been experiencing slowly got sublimated into my work after a long time of trying to suppress it.  It broke through anyway, whether I tried to keep it hidden or not.  I noticed people were seeing me differently.  My boss, who didn’t appreciate my contributions before, showed me more respect, gave me more responsibility, and started valuing my opinions.  A couple of twinks I work with started taking more and more direction from me in friendlier and friendlier ways (I have an inviolable rule of not sleeping with coworkers, FYI).  I had a long string of victories that gave me a reputation for success.  I started to accumulate a gravity that didn’t exist before, as if huge orbits were forming around me like I was a black hole, my ego swallowing stars and planets.  That ‘gravity’ feels fucking unbelievable.  It’s started finding its way into other areas of my life, too.  My partner, who has never really been submissive to me, spontaneously started kissing my feet one night and now begs me for my cock practically every day.  I’ve even started punishing his balls when he steps out of line.  In short, I’m back. 

But I told you I would share some stories.  I have one that you might like and that I want to tell.  Before all this happened, I was about a 90 minute drive away lived a fag that wanted me to own him for a very long time.  We both lived very busy lives and ownership never worked out because of that, but this little cocksucker was so fucking submissive and perfect for servitude I knew I had to use it at some point.  Anyway, in the weeks leading up to my move away from the city, I decided it was time to pay this faggot, let’s call it Ricky, a visit.  I told him to clear his Friday evening and drove down to him.  My dick made a tent in my pants the whole way, I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time and was ready to completely unload.  He owned his own home, which meant I could be as loud as I wanted.  When I got there, he opened the door and I spit right in his face.  He went to his knees like a good boy and I made him give me a tour of his house like that, crawling from room to room, addressing me as Master.  I made a slave of him in his own home; he served me wine and weed, he rubbed my shoulders, and he kissed my feet.  He was perfectly obedient, sitting there whimpering while I slapped his face for fun.  He is one of those faggots that loves being reminded of how inferior he is.  I brought a DVD of Caligula (1979) over and made him watch it with me, his head under my foot as I spread out on the couch and relaxed.  Finally, the main event came.  I stripped naked, threw him on the bed, and cunted him until I was exhausted. 

I love how King Phillip describes the impossibility of hiding his Alphahood. He took note of the various ways people paid respect to his Alpha status despite the fact he was trying to suppress it.

Why would a Man of such power and charisma ever want to deny it or pull away from it? It would be like Superman surrendering his power in order to live as Clark Kent.

Fortunately, the universe refused to let King Phillip off the hook. You see, everything in the universe is balanced and purposeful. The world needs smart, driven Alphas like King Phillip so that weaker, inferior people can find safety and direction. To deny that kind of power is to attack the very foundations of our world.

I also love how King Phillip recharged his Alpha batteries, so to speak, by owning and using that faggot! An Alpha’s hunting instinct is primal, genetic superiority underlined by an unquenchable hunger. There’s no “off” switch on it.

The idea that King Phillip could ever disguise, ignore, or deny his true nature is made even more futile when you consider this encounter. The faggot was adoringly playful, but things got real serious the moment King Phillip mounted it and shoved his big Alpha cock into it. As he shot jet after jet of hot seed into his new claimed property, there was no way for King Phillip to reject the purpose of his existence.

He was born a King, now and always!

I’m so profoundly happy that King Phillip has reclaimed and embraced his throne! May he rule forever!