Claire Keane
@theartofmadeline
DEAR READER
RMH
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@angelhimbo
For real what the fuck are you losers imagining when you message begging to serve a stranger online who you will never meet in person but who you refuse to send money to? What do you think serving an alpha involves? Do you just want me to tell you to goon your pathetic dicklets and say “im a good boy” over and over again? I get nothing from that. Find some way to impact my life without fucking irritating me
Paypal.me/fredangelalpha
Apologise to me for being a fatass
Always wait patiently for his return
Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off
Trophy boys are better than the uglies of the world. We're big, handsome and rich - we sit on our thrones and think only of ourselves, while the rest of you losers work your asses off just to afford to talk to us
You were born to be better bro
Act upon it
Be blonde
Be shredded
Be tan
Be masculine
Be beautiful
Be selfish
Be sexual
Be toxic
Focus on your own size and perfection long enough and every other loser in this world will fade to a dull hum you no longer need to care about
You feel like a loser every day. You’re unfit, poor, unsuccessful, unpopular. You have no great achievements, and you hate yourself for it. You long to find some purpose in your pointless disappointing life. You want to have someone, anyone, tell you you’re doing something right so you can stop hating yourself so much.
Try messaging me.
Try submitting to an alpha.
Try hyping up a god like me and letting me abuse the fuck out of you for my own amusement.
Try paying what little cash you have in order to make my muscles bigger and getting me more pussy.
Maybe it’ll be the purpose you’re looking for👑
Yanni Nicolau
Fuck you, weakling. Kneel before your prince. Hand everything over and forget the old life you lived.
More size, more power
More violence
so casual in his overwhelming dominance. big paw controlling air flow. big biceps controlling movement. towering physique preventing escape. toxic testosterone fueled brain thinking demented thoughts like @angelhimbo’s
More guys should be abusive
Let your body rule
Listen to your libido, your instincts, your ego
You are a young brutal toxic god - act like it
The mirror is your best friend - you're incapable of loving anyone like you love yourself, so why bother trying?
Accept that you're a narcissist sociopath, and enjoy learning how expendable and breakable the NPCs of the world are
It took some adjustment for Daniel. Letting a richer older man start looking after and grooming you seemed submissive at first. It went against his nature as a dominant top - a cocky gay part-time bartender. He didn't fuck with anyone over 35, for obvious reasons.
But this man who propositioned him... he was not attractive, not hung, Dan wouldn't have fucked him with four condoms on, but when a friend of a friend puts $5k on the bar in cash and invites you to a weekend at his beach house. Well Dan needed both the money and the vacation.
He was assured there was no sex involved, just wanted to treat such a handsome young man and show him the good life Dan deserved.
Dan arrived, and was offered a drink, shown around the sprawling mansion, and then went for a dip in the massive private pool. Wow this was a palace! Definitely different to the crowded apartment in the city he had to rent.
After the swim, the gentleman was sat poolside and asked to have a chat with Dan. A housekeeper brought over some fresh drinks. 'Oh here we go with the creep' thought Dan, but actually all the guy wanted to do was compliment him. He said how good looking Dan was, commented on the smooth tan skin, the bone structure, the strong aesthetic body - really boosting Dan's ego.
"I can't imagine how you're surviving in the city, Daniel. You look like a prince but are worked and kept like a dog. The idea of you tending bars, serving the common people... while living with slobs who don't see how special you are... it's a crime honestly. Even the fact you've been going by Dan, like a common handyman. Daniel sounds so much more elegant and handsome, don't you think?"
It had been a while since anyone had made Dan... DANIEL, feel so uplifted. Usually it was just selfish twinks who called him Daddy, or creepy fatsos who he'd rather not think about. But this all made sense, Daniel was so attractive, so much better than the life he had been living.
"I think you suit this setting much more Daniel. You shouldn't be working, you should be a prince with an effortless life. You put the work into looking so good - that should be your focus. When was the last time you felt like you were truly important?"
Dan couldn't remember.
"I think you might be the most important man alive, Daniel and it's time you felt like it. There's a wardrobe of designer clothes my ex left here when he moved to Milan. Why not dry off, try some on and see how you feel?"
Dan headed to the wardrobe - wow this place was a palace. He would truly love a place like this - wide open marble floors, expensive lounge areas, private gym... wow he'd really be living the good life in this place. He opened the closet doors and saw racks and racks of tailored designer suits, cotton, silk, linen... gold accessories... expensive athleisure and compression... he'd look like a proper model in these. He grabbed a nice shirt and pants, a gold chain and watch... they fitted his sculpted body perfectly. He felt perfect. In the mirror he saw- a prince. Daniel.
Yeah, this should be his life.
He strolled back down to the pool to see that creepy old fag waiting with a smile on his face. "Do you like it, Daniel?"
"It's everything I've ever needed."
"You deserve it. It's yours now. All of this is yours, you just have to own it."
Daniel raised an eyebrow- "What about you?"
"Me? Oh I don't matter at all - I knew I didn't deserve this. This wealth and power has just been waiting for you. You're the centre of the universe, Daniel"
"Call me Sir, you creep. And then get the fuck off my property."
Daniel snapped his finger for the housekeeper and then laid back by the pool. It was good to be the king
I built this body as a testament of my superior willpower and strength. This is proof that not only are my genetics superior to yours, but also I am more focused, driven, and successful than you. I achieve all this while still maintaining an ideal life, while you remain poor, ugly, unfit, and miserable.
So yes, I will keep flaunting shirtless, and laughing at you while you beg to even gaze on me. You will pay through the nose to jerk off to the idea of being at my level, and in return I get to enjoy treating you like the piece of shit failure you are stuck as.
MUSCLE
Power ready to be unleashed
right into your girl's pussy
The answer to fixing the world is pure brutal aesthetics dominating the weak and degenerate
power corrupts
I’m corrupted and i keep getting worse
After he beats the fag for hours he makes it crawl across the room and take off his sneakers and worship his sweaty smelly socked feet and stomps on it's face.
This is the bare minimum of treatment that losers like you deserve from me. The thought of this abuse is getting your little pricks so hard right? Beg for more
