Manuel Embraces Alphahood!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 35-year-old Alpha named Manuel. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

A few weeks ago I received a message in my Questions From Readers inbox from a gay Top named Manuel. In that initial letter Manuel expressed some of the typical reservations about Hierarchical dynamics, the use of faggots, and inborn roles that I often hear from gay Tops. The frustrating thing about this is gay males should understand these dynamics better than anyone, because everything about gay sex screams Hierarchy, yet they have mostly been infected by the “everybody is equal” nonsense that has blinded and blandified the world.

In his second letter to me, Manuel was coming around to the idea that he deserved to be served by inferiors because he is a dominant Man. He vowed to pull away from people who were discouraging his dominance and start looking at the world through the Hierarchical lenses I offered. I was pretty excited to hear this, because it definitely sounded like he was on the verge of a great discovery in his life.

Then today, I received a third letter … and that’s exactly what happened! Please read:

Hey, faggot. It’s Manuel again.

It’s been more than an interesting week.

I’ve been paying close attention to every interaction I’ve had. Every person I’ve spoken to, dealt with, or been close to. It’s curious how I started noticing a certain pattern among people who naturally seemed inclined to “do me favors.” By favors, I mean following instructions I gave them and doing what I said. A simple “well done” was enough of a reward, nothing more. Even when I politely offered additional rewards, they turned them down.

I found it striking that I hadn’t noticed this before—or maybe I had but didn’t give it the importance I do now.

Even the bottoms I’ve been fucking up with these days no longer needed me to politely indicate what I wanted. It was a clear order: “Suck,” and I’d pull out my dick, and they’d start swallowing it right away, with a strange glint in their eyes. There was even one whose mouth I fucked until I came inside, and then, still hard, I filled his ass with my cum—all of this without saying a single word. I took what I wanted, and they gave me the power. It was another level. So much so that I tried something I saw in a video. I told the faggot—because I knew he was one by how he accepted everything without complaint—that I didn’t want any lube to fuck his ass. I swear, no bottom had ever screamed and moaned like a bitch the way he did in my life. I want to fuck the rest like that. The way their ass gripped my cock and squeezed it was indescribable.

But what struck me the most—perhaps something in me still appeals to that progressivism (am I an idiot, right?)—was a letter I recently read about the love between an Alpha and a fag. I’ll be honest with you: I’ve started to fully enjoy, without any guilt, why the world is at my feet. But I have no intention of being a destructive type (I think you call them destructive Alphas).

I want to enjoy the power that being an Alpha has naturally given me—to have people devoted to me, whose only thought is me—but for them to do it because they want to, not because they’re driven by fear through torture. I don’t find pleasure in destruction. And that doesn’t make me any less of an Alpha, does it? Because, in my experience, people who need to wield power through intimidation don’t really have it. Instead, they hold onto a false sense of it until those below them rebel, and their world collapses mercilessly.

I believe in the power that devotion gives you.

As I promised, I’ve ignored the couple of faggots. I’ve received several messages from them, including ones asking if I’m upset with them. I’ll figure out how to address them from now on. Do you have any advice for me?

Of course, let’s not pretend I’ve completely changed overnight. Still, I’ve noticed that I no longer feel guilty or uncomfortable enjoying this power. Strange, but true.

I want to thank you, Sam. When I started reading all this, my initial reaction was to see problems and think, “We need the police.” Don’t laugh—it’s true. Now, rereading several stories, I realize that no fag was forced to do what they did, to adore the Alpha they chose. And then everything started to look different.

I’m still far from wanting a fag to call my own—or maybe I just haven’t found mine yet. Don’t you think? For now, I’ll take it slow and explore this new horizon that’s unfolded for me.

You’ll hear from me soon, faggot.

Thanks, Sam.

P.S. Did you notice I called you faggot this time? I think I’ve finally embraced my place in the hierarchy. And I enjoy it. 

HOORAY!!!

This is a major breakthrough for Manuel! I think for many Men (gay and straight) it’s too weird or too scary to accept the power of Alphahood that so obviously belongs to them. These ones fall backward and become (in my Hierarchical pyramid) pre-Alphas. They have the inborn tools of Alphahood, but they don’t have the will to use them.

Manuel was in danger of falling back into that as well. This was a huge Hierarchical test for him (one he didn’t realize was happening), but it was his willingness to listen to a faggot like me and try my suggestions, and like a miracle Hierarchical truth blossomed in his heart and life!

Here’s the great part of this: now that Manuel sees the truth, there is no turning back. An Alpha can’t unsee this once it has been revealed, because what he now sees is an entire lifetime ahead of him filled with worship and glory and endless power! Faggots will often run and hide when the truth is revealed to them, but Alphas never do. They always grab hold of that newly-revealed power and use it to build Kingdoms around themselves!

I’m so proud of King Manuel, a thoughtful gay Top who learned he (and his life) was meant to be much bigger and more important!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!