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alpha-tough · 19 hours
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6’5” Kiwi Brownboy.fit.
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imagoodboys-blog · 11 months
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💦💦💦
ONE SNIFF IS ALL IT TAKES TO BREAK A FAG'S MIND. ONE FLEX IS ALL IT TAKES TO MAKE HIM FORGET EVERYTHING. ONE COMMAND FROM A MUSCLE GOD IS ALL IT TAKES TO MAKE HIM LEAVE HIS OLD LIFE TO WORSHIP SUPERIOR MEN.
Obey.
Submit.
OBEY.
SUBMIT.
GIVE IN.
YOU BELONG IN HIS PITS.
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fag4arabs · 26 days
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Get in the car, fag! I had a long drive today and I need to relieve some stress. My wife isn’t here but you are. So you give me your holes, you fucking whore. Show respect to your Arab King. Bow your head and lower your eyes. When we arrive at your place you go on all fours for me. I rape your hole and drain my balls deep inside you. It is your lucky day, filthy cumslut
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mysuperiors · 2 months
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The last decision you ever made was to follow him into the locker room. Once you saw him flex, he owned you. It started that day. You went back to his place with him, thinking that he’d bend you over and give you the rut of your life. That’s how fucking stupid you were. 
You walked into the place and he started to take his clothes off. “I’m gonna take a shower. Make sure the dishes are done by the time I’m out” From that moment on, you were his house slave. You went to work each day to earn money for him. You came to his home at night to cook and clean for him. You slept on a thin mattress pad at the foot of his bed. When he brought women home to fuck, you slept on the floor in the basement. 
One time when you spilled a beer while serving him while he was watching a football game, you saw the rage in his face build. But then he got calm, and told you to look at him. You never got the honor of looking him in the eye. So you knew it was going to be bad. “Go get my bat.” You knew by now to obey but you were confused. You went upstairs, got his bat, and brought it to him. You knelt and bowed your head, which was the correct position to be in around him until he gave you an order.
“No. Stand up. This has to happen to correct the problem. Lift your arms.”
You begged. You started to cry. You pleaded. He just watched you calmly, and let the scene play out for a couple of minutes. Then he held a finger to his lips and you went silent. You were well trained. 
“I said, hold your arms up. And the longer it takes you to obey a direct order the worse it’s going to be for you.” He said this calmly, and looked you straight in the eye.
You did as you were told. He swung the bat full force into your ribs. You heard the crack, and you fell to your knees in agony.
He looked down at you while you gasped, trying to find air. Then he said calmly “Now go to the hospital and get that fixed up. When you get back, be sure to clean the kitchen. You can apologize to me tomorrow.”
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chavladlover · 1 month
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Who else wants to worship a fit and cocky tradie Alpha!
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barefootboundguy · 9 days
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dngr-v3l3n0 · 1 year
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codyozboi · 10 months
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Alpha top stud hunk!!!!
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alpha-tough · 11 months
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Where is this Starbucks ?!!!
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imaginal-ai · 29 days
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"The God of Strength" (0004)
(More of The God of Strength Series)
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fag4arabs · 1 month
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Crawl over here, fag! Lower your eyes while approaching me! Smell my balls deep. Inhale this real Arab Masculinity. This is the scent of a man on top of the hierarchy. You are at the bottom, even lower, and it is your purpose in life to serve. Your holes need to be available for us Arab Kings, always and everywhere! You are just a cumdump for real alpha Arabs. Filthy fucking whore!
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mysuperiors · 3 months
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About two weeks after he moved in, my new roommate Hunter began leaving his dishes in the sink and not washing them. He would get home late from his gigs and band practice and make a quick dinner. When I woke up in the morning, I usually just did all the dishes. It was annoying, but our schedules didn’t really sync up so I hadn’t talked to him about it yet. But one Sunday I was a little lazy and was just watching TV.
He woke up around noon and came to the kitchen to get some water. Hunter always walked around the house on his boxer briefs before he showered.  I had definitely caught a few glimpses of his morning wood bulge. I heard a small banging noise come from the kitchen, like he shut the cabinet aggressively.  He walked out of the kitchen quickly and straight up to me, standing over me while I sat on the couch. He looked pissed. I started to ask him what was up, when he smacked me hard across the face.
“Why the fuck are the dishes still in the sink?!”
I was so disoriented from getting hit, I just kind of looked at him. His body was all tensed up, and his abs and pecs were popping, biceps tight, hands curled into fists. He punched me hard in the torso, hitting me in the chest as I flinched away.
“Answer me, fag!”
“I… I was gonna do them later,” I spit out quickly. I was shaking. My adrenaline was up.
“No fucking way. Get in there right now!”
I stood up and timidly moved around him, and started to head into the kitchen. “Oh… okay,” I mumbled.
He kicked me right above my ass and pushed me forward through the open door way into the kitchen towards the sink.
“You say ‘yes, sir’ or ‘yes, master.’ Do you fucking understand?”
“Yes, sir,”  I said quickly, scared he was going to hit me again.
“Good. Get in there and listen to me. When I wake up, I expect a clean kitchen. I expect the dishes to be done, I expect the stove and the counters to be clean, and I expect there to be coffee. This is the way it has been since I moved in two weeks ago, so I thought you understood your place.”
I kept my eyes down at the water running in the sink while he went on.
“You do what I say. You give me what I want. I’m in charge of this apartment. I’m in charge of you. Understand?”
I kept my head down and didn’t say anything.  After a second or two he took a step over to me and grabbed my head and pulled it towards his. ”Do you fucking understand, faggot?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
He shoved my face away, and I started quickly washing the dishes while he stood behind me.
“Don’t ever fucking disrespect me again. I will beat the shit out of you if you do, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I’m taking a shower. Go make my bed when you’re done in here. Be finished by the time I’m out of the bathroom.”
And that’s how it started. From that moment on, I was enslaved. Master Hunter set the house rules, and I followed them. He used me however he wanted. Over the course of the next year I paid all the rent. I cooked for him. I did all the cleaning. I paid all the utilities. He got access to my bank account. He took what he wanted.
A few weeks after he claimed me he came home drunk one night. One of my tasks was to wait up for him in case he needed anything when he got home. 
“I gotta piss so bad. Get over here, little worm. I don’t feel like walking all the way to the bathroom.”
I did what I was told. He pushed me down on my knees. Told me to open wide and swallow when he was done. That was the first time I was my master’s urinal.
About a month after that, he started using me as his foot rest while he watched TV. I would spend hours on my knees with his legs on my back.
A week or two later Master Hunter brought home a chick after his show. He took her into his room and fucked her for about an hour. She sounded satisfied. He came out of his room and into the kitchen where I was prepping his dinner for the next day. He was completely naked and rock hard. He had just cum in the girl less than a minute before. He told me to clean off his dick with my tongue. I got on my knees and I obeyed while he stood with his hands on his hips and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth for a minute.
A month after that I woke up with him on top of me. I had been asleep on my stomach and he was pulling down my boxers and holding my head down with his muscular forearm press down on the back of my neck. He forced his way into my ass. He shoved it in and just started pounding. No lube. It hurt like hell but by then I was so broken in. All I could think was “This is how I serve him. This is how I serve him. This is how I serve him.”
I serve him. That is my life. I’m so proud to be his.
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whosagodnow · 8 months
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supremealpha · 2 months
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Make it Rain Dollars For me
CA: $DripMany
It's the Fourth 🇨🇰
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barefootboundguy · 9 days
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