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@fagwitch13
I’m nothing but a mindless animal. No longer a human I give up control of my account, my wallet, and my life, to live out the rest days as @redpilledredneckdad’s dumb animal.
You're making fast growth @redpilledredneckdad ! Makes me so happy to see Sir hehe 😵💫
Could you change me from a small gay twink into a huge cocky alpha dude? Like a soldier or bodybuilder or something like that?
You were the average college student, went to class on time, loved your boyfriend, and like most of your friends.. hated the military. They just perpetuated the toxic dudebro 'Alpha' mindset. Not only that they did more harm than good and served as useful idiots for the top 1%. At least that's what your professor says...
So you didn't think many kind things as you passed some new tent on campus. A few people in camo passed out flyers and smiled wide trying to tell students about some new VR thing. As you read the sign, a woman approached and handed you a pamphlet that talked about the tech in a bit more detail. Some kind of new VR game made a Dr. Reeder? That 'promises to be the most life changing experience can be used to train troops and be enjoyed by any citizen'
"You look like you enjoy video games" she said with a happy, almost to wide smile. You had to admit, there was the morbid curiosity, but you also did love games especially more experimental VR technology.
"Sure, I've got a little time before my next class I can check it out heh" You said after taking a sip of your iced coffee, looking over the info on the back of the pamphlet. She points you to a few slightly farther tents that are more enclosed for privacy and immersion purposes you assumed. Two men led you inside one and handed you a clipboard with a paper and pen.
"Just sign here, terms and conditions...you understand" the tough looking man said in a deep confident voice.
"Oh yeah that makes sense.." You signed and handed it back before they let you sit down in a chair. Putting the headset over your face, your vision becomes nothing but black as you hear them chuckle and say
"Get ready for the best game ever bro"
You started to feel a little worried, was something wrong with these dudes? Was this a bad idea? Maybe you should get up and take-
The screen turns on. Your vision is filled with red light as the words 'Produced by the US Military', As a deep commanding but caring voice plays and tells you to Relax. The light dims and brightens, before fading again, as the text slowly fades into a slow spiral.
"Relax....let the fear go, the Troops are heroes.... They keep our borders safe... They keep the world safe..." The voice spoke with such pure confidence, but what the hell? This could hardly be called a game! But for some reason your arms wouldn't move to take off the VR device
"To Fight the Army is treason... Treason is for cowards and the weak... Men must be Strong.... Men must serve their country" It continued as you felt drool begin to cover your chin.
Hours past, and you never left to get to class. Missed multiple calls from your boyfriend as you never heard your phone ring. You needed to get up... But your body won't listen, and you can even hear your voice speaking along with the one in the 'game'
"Never question orders....The president cannot be wrong... Soldiers must obey...." Eventually the headset is removed but that voice seems to echo and you can't think of anything else. You watch as your body moves like on autopilot, undressing and changing into military fatigues and saluting the other men who have this look of cruel situation. You return to your dorm and pack your things before returning, where a bus and a line of men, freshly changed like you wait to get on.
As the line slowly gets to you, you try to focus on your classes, your friends, anything to wake you up! But just as you can grab hold of a thought... it becomes drowned out by that repeating voice "Army is Unity... Army is heros... USA is the greatest and must be protected by the Best!"
The bus takes you far away, to a facility where they pump you full of some new kinda drug that makes your muscles swell overnight. Each day your body gets stronger and your mind gets weaker, that voice becomes even louder...until it's completely replaced your own. Perhaps you were right, the military does like useful idiots
Sorry for the delay! Life keeps us busy lol but I hope you enjoy @musclejedi-tameem ;3
How about a story about a liberal gay young man being turned into a real man by his MAGA Uncle?
Uncle Joey was like an ultra maga bro, just like my dad just a little younger and a lot louder... I hate him the most out of my family because he would always argue with me at family gatherings and try to make me feel stupid. And now my dad is making me do this stupid fishing trip with him, this is my only week home from college and I have to spend it 'family bonding'! Sitting in my uncle's truck I try my best to block out the awful radio blasting some new country rock
"Don't worry little dude, this is gonna be great!" He said as he nodded along to the music
"Yeah I'm sure, and stop calling me that! I'm over 20." I was already getting frustrated, I couldn't wait to get back to college and out of this hick town
"I know kid, that's why I brought a bunch of beer. This new stuff I got online, heh... I bet you'll love it" The last part of what he said felt strange, almost condescending.
"Beer online? Are you buying from those Redpill scam sites again..."
"No man! This stuff is great, it'll definitely make a man outta you" He lets out a small laugh as we arrive at the fishing spot and unload the gear
As we started the first cast, Joey was rambling about some new Alpha Bro podcast or something. If I have to endure this then at least I can do it drunk
"Fine I'll take one of those beers"
"Awesome dude! And drink up, I've got plenty" As he tossed me a can from the cooler he continued his rant. "Anyway these Bros really help people, they wake up libs like you and put them on the Right. They are actually who sells this beer"
Oh brother..this better be at least safe to drink..sip...hmm not bad, it actually tastes pretty good.
"Lots of libtards try to come on and yell at em but by the end they always are Trump supporters too" He keeps going as I take a bigger drink
Siiiiiiiiip "Look.. I know you don't like I went to a more 'woke' college and you or dad never liked that I'm gay..."
"Hey! We want you to be a MAN! That's it! We want you to not get brainwashed with all that stupid Left anti American nonsense" He yelled, getting emotional but I wouldn't call it angry. It felt like he was being honest
"I'm sorry Uncle..I don't wanna argue.." I looked down and found myself gulping down the beer, damn it did taste really good. Maybe they put sweeteners or something in it?
"It's ok, I know we haven't gotten along. We are hoping this trip can help fix that. I see your liking the beer, I told ya it's the good stuff"
I chuckle a little before I respond, trying to ease the mood again
"I suppose it's not that bad." Chugging the rest I find it surprisingly easy to keep myself from gagging like I normally would when I tried this kinda stuff before.
"Let me get you another little man!"
After more than a few cans later, the sun had begun to set and my body felt heavier....larger...and my head felt like it was swimming. We had been talking politics the whole time between reeling in the occasional fish and getting fresh drinks. Not argue...but just talk, when I stopped yelling over him he really started to make sense...
"...And these loser libs are letting groomers use YOUR community as a cover. They think you are stupid, MAGA is about fixing that, it's all about letting strong men like us keep it on track!" My Uncle said waving his hand around passionately.
"Yea I'll admit I see your point Unc..GULP...and my woke classmates sometimes make me cringe like they just wanna tell us what to do..GULP... they just want me to be this weak little fag! Like just cuz I'm gay I have to be a total fairy!" I say, taking large swigs of beer in-between breaths
"Heh ya know your starting a lot like us big man, I think this bonding trip went great don't you? Let's pack up and get back home."
As we drove back home I realized I was nodding my head to the music, this music rocked when you're drunk I guess...
I decided not to go back to college... After that fishing trip I realized the left had been trying to corrupt me. Those weak betas at the school thought they could fuck with my head, my dad was over joyed when I told him, we even busted out more of those awesome beers to celebrate. I've been working out and listening to that podcast and with each episode I feel more confident and powerful.... like how I should be. I texted my boyfriend that he can get used to the new me, he's definitely the bottom now and that he should move his ass down here to fulfill his duties... After seeing my new pic all he said back was
"I'm packing now :3"
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This is my first prompt attempt so I hope this is at least somewhat what you wanted hehe thanks for reading! @hornyjockalt
I love your writing man! Do you take story prompts and stuff?
Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it :3
And no at least I haven't before but I'm happy to hear your idea
The Bear's 4th of July Party
Master had spent all of Pride month, or as he calls it Shame month training me to accept my place. I couldn't keep arguing and finally gave in, he's had me caged and plugged ever since. Today was the 4th and Master has a big celebration planned, he is going to show my progress to all my neighbors....I can't wait for them to see how much of a fag he's turned me into.
As I walked outside bringing him a fresh cold beer, I could hear my neighbors who once found me respectful if a little too woke snicker and laugh at my pink miniskirt just long enough to cover my cage
"Here you go Sir! The party is turning out great, good thing you had me buy extra flags hehe" I say with a mindless smile
"Of course Libtard, this is what 'Pride' should really be. Pride in our country! In our power over the weak like you! All the bros around here have been telling me how happy they are you finally got tamed, apparently they have been sick of your stupid gay crap too. We thinking about doing poker nights so they can enjoy your services." He says after letting out a deep laugh, pulling me into his hairy chest letting me get a wiff of pits.
I didn't care how pathetic I looked as his musk covered me, It made me realize he was right...he was always right..
Pride Month Special Part 2: Fags to Breeders
Four Weeks Later
After a number of gym sessions that Dr Reeder used to reinforce the damage to the ex-fags minds, it was game night. He invited himself to their home to watch, and to check his handy work, he likes to make sure not a trace of the new Maga bros's old life remains.
When he arrived, he was greeted with a large Trump Won flag proudly hanging off the porch. Markus opened the door still in his red maga hat
"hey bro! Good to see ya man, ready for the game? I heard Trump is gonna be there, I can't wait bro!"
"Yep! Ready to lose when my team wins? Nice flag by the way heh"
As he walked in he could see spots on the wall where framed photos had been removed, snacks and beer cans covered the table. A straight Pride flag was hanging above a garbage can filled with the old photos of them holding hands and on dates together. He couldn't help the smile as he looked around and said
"I'm so happy to see just two bros living together, you boys are really coming along great"
"Thanks again for getting that Woke Mind Virus out of our heads bro, now let's crack open the beers already"
The evening passed on as they enjoyed the game, cheering so loud the neighbors could hear on every touchdown and even louder when their President was on screen. When it came time to leave Dr Reeder stopped at the door and looked back to say
"Oh, by the way we still on for the gym tomorrow, I got a couple of chicks I think you two would love to meet. They were some old patients of mine just like you"
They chuckled and fist bumped each other, getting hard at just the thought of fucking some bitches together. The next day at the gym they worked hard to build up a sweat, excited to impress their Bro Reeder and to get ready for the ladies on their way.
Ethan and Markus had come far in just about a month, Brad couldn't be happier with their progress. When they saw two women in pink maga hats arrive, they flexed and yelled out
"Over here babes!"
"Hi, I'm Katie and this is Tina. Dr Reeder told us so much about you!"
The blonde woman in the gray shirt said with a bright smile. Markus stared lustfully over their bodies, as Ethan walked over and said.
"Yeah, our bro Brad helped us just like how Trump is helping this country"
"Definitely bro, and damn he wasn't lying, you both look hot, so who gets which bro?"
Markus asked, looking over to Ethan already thinking about planned to do to either one of the chicks.
"We can swap back for a bit, see who's the best Heh"
The girls just giggle, perfectly agreeable, their great doctor had long since removed the word No from their vocabulary. Katie and Tina were girlfriends that he ran into during some stupid Pride festival, Katie tried to argue about his hat. So he flashed his phone and after enough conditioning they finally broke down into beautiful, MAGA supporting, soon to be Trad Wives. He had been using them both fairly regularly but was more than happy to gift them to his new Bros.
About Six Months Later
"Great job, you've saved four more souls from sin and into the Lord's light."
The priest said, getting ready for the wedding ceremony. Last week was Ethan and Tina, now it's Markus and Katie's turn.
"Thank you, it's truly God's work, but it would be a lie to say I don't enjoy getting to help these folks"
Brad says with a small cold laugh, he watched the old couples now paired the correct way, as nature intended. Smug satisfaction, clear as day on his face he turned to Ethan and asked
"So whatcha naming the kid?"
"I'm going with Bradly, named after the man who helped all of us find our true place in the world. Thank you Bro, truly"
He responded, smile wide and raising his beer while holding his pregnant wife close
"We can't wait to move into the new house and truly start our family"
After the ceremony ended and the newly weds walked to join the group, Markus pulled Katie close and whispered
"I cant wait to put another baby in you... Me and Bro Ethan got a bet to see who can have more kids before the next presidential election"
The End...For Now
Dr Reeder may return in a new story
Couple Therapist: Part 1 Pride Month Special
Ethan and Markus had been going through a rough patch and decided to go to therapy. Neither wanted to give up their relationship, they had been dating for nearly 3 years and managed to find a seemingly pro LGBT therapist who would see them for really cheap. They sent an email asking when is the soonest he could see them and to their surprise he responded very quickly and said tomorrow.
When they arrived to the appointment, a kind looking man with a large beard greeted them, introducing himself as Dr. Reeder
"Heya! You must be Markus and Ethan. It's good to meet you both I can't wait to help you boys." The man in the suit said in a deep voice as he shook their hands and motioned for them to take a seat.
"thank you so so much, we really need the help. We need to fix this but lately we just haven't seen eye to eye on anything.." Markus trailed off as he scratched his beard and looked down
"You're right, and accepting that is the first step. First things first I want you both to watch something and then the real work can start" Dr. Reeder flashed a big smile and seemed to almost laugh as if he said an inside joke. He took out his phone and pressed play, handing the device over to the couple who watched the screen as a red spiral began to flash and almost pull them in. Unable to find themselves capable of looking away, they fell deeper and deeper as the man across them began to chuckle with just a hint of malice.
"Wha-what is this- I uhm- it's so-duuuh" Ethan said as he and his partner bathed in the bright red glow
Dr Reeder slid on a red maga hat as he watched them go silent and still, knowing it was clearing their minds, leaving room for him to make any changes he may wish
"Oh I'ma FIX you alright, stupid fags. You walked right into my clutches. Don't worry you paid for the full hour so we can take our time straightening you two out hehe"
He chuckles with a smug grin as he begins to whisper in their ears, about the importance of Conservative values, how liberals have destroyed the country. Eventually he turned to erasing their old relationship. It's easier to change a strong bond rather than break it so he drilled a love for Brotherhood into their weak and moldable minds.
"Repeat after me! MAGA is the greatest movement in history!"
"MAGA...is... greatest" The couple says in unison, blank mindless expressions on their faces.
"Good. The Right is always Right"
"Right..is...Right"
"Woke is Wrong!"
"Woke... Wrong"
"Real Men love chicks not dicks!"
"Men..love... chicks..not dicks.." they say as they begin to drool
"And they hate Fags! Fags are disgusting perverts!"
"Fags....are.... perverts!" They seem to try to fight but as their eyes go glassy they continue the mantra
"Great job! HaHA alright the hour is almost up so I think it's time to put these on" He says as he takes two more Maga hats out of his desk
Without even thinking they put them both on as the video finally ends. As the hat goes on it feels like something clicks, like the fog cleared, but all the thoughts had changed. Ethan looked down and then over to his boyfriend Bro Markus
"Woah dude what happened? Why were we here? Oh yeah, Dr Reeder do you think you can be our personal trainer at the gym?"
"Of course I will, you betas got a little muscle but need some help bulking up. And please bros can just call me Brad. Now I got one last question, who's the best president we've ever had?"
Both Ethan and Markus let out a deep low laugh as they flex and both shout
"TRUMP!!"
"Perfect, another relationship fixed right up heh" Brad says under his breath and jots down a note in his journal
Jake Breaks Hassan
This is a alternate ending to the first Hassan story I made where instead of rising to become an Alpha, he falls lower than he could ever have imagined
After about an hour into the debate, Hassan has become flustered as Jake effortlessly counters every point and exposes his hypocrisy.
"I know, I know it hurts your little feelings but it's true Trump was right about everything."
"Shut up! No! All of the Right is stupid and.."
"So you think over half the country is stupid? Why do you hate America bro."
"I only hate-"
"Exactly! You hate anyone that doesn't think just like you. Just admit you've lost the debate, just like the election HaHa!"
"I...I... haven't loST ANYThing!"
His voice cracks and he tears start to form in his eyes from sheer embarrassment, Jake takes off his shirt and laughs with smug satisfaction as he finally gets to see Hassan crack under his influence.
"You've lost bro...or well you ain't a bro, I thought you could be convinced maybe even become an Alpha on the Right side, but your just a pathetic beta libtard. I'm tired of arguing with a Dumocrat, get under this table and rub my feet!"
"Huh?!...no..no way.."
"NOW!"
Something in Hassan shivered and began to move him automatically, he wanted to keep arguing but he found himself crying but obeying and crawling under the table to take Jake's bare feet and start to rub them. Audible gasps and snickers could be heard from the people behind the camera which only made Hassan's face turn even more red with shame as his opponent smiles at the camera and flexes.
After a few days away from the Internet, a new video popped up on his channel. It was titled 'New Ownership' and showed Jake sitting at his old desk, the room covered in maga posters, and next to him, on his knees, in all pink was Hassan.
"Welcome! The channel needed some rebranding, since I own it now, It's now called Big Bro Jake heh. As you can see, after our debate me and this lib here had a little 'chat' and he decided that I should be in charge. Isn't that right hmmm?"
"... yes Sir .... you even own this house now... My bank account... everything"
"Yep and that's exactly how it should be. You bitch about all that commie garbage but was scared to live it, so let me help you distribute that wealth of yours. For every 100 new subscribers I'll be donating a large sum of his money to different America First focused groups so please don't forget to hit the notification bell to stay up to date of this sissy's learning experience"
Jake started laughing as the video skyrocketed to the most viewed on the channel and the sub count rose just as fast. Hassan broke into tears as years of hard work crumbled in mere days. He had been turned into a slave in his own house as Jake remade it into his Redpill podcast home away from home. Setting up different donation goals to get new tools to make his life even more of a hell, the newest of which was a pink chastity cage that could administer a low level shock with the press of a button. Something Jake would hit every time he got a new sub on Twitch, or when he wanted to call him in the room to go get a drink.
Eventually he started to bring more Alphas on his podcast, as from the ashes of Hassan's old channel Rose the fastest growing Right Wing Independent Media channel. Popular for many reasons but one being the audience loves watching what new embarrassing treatment Hassan would be forced to go through, who now was exclusively called Bitch or Fag as he was ordered to bring Jake and his Alpha Male guests whisky and other refreshments as they talked on his podcast
"HAHAHA!! You weren't kidding, this stupid fag is really well trained! Great work knocking this Woke beta down a peg or two HA!"
"I know right! I made sure he was going to see the Right way of thinking one way or the other, he could have been at this table with us but he chose this instead"
"Good. I think he looks better like this anyway. He wants to act like a loser cuck then he can be treated like one."
This was his life for the next 6 months as the guests became more and more well known, from Joe Rogan all the way up to members of the government like JD Vance. Jake eventually gained enough traction to get an invention to the white house for a special event to announce the passing of a Bill that would officially declare all Democrats and liberal beliefs as mental illnesses and symptoms of Trump Derangement Syndrome. They even let him name the bill after his victory that led them to this moment.
"...And that's why it's my patriotic honor to announce the Hassan Act, to reclassify the loony left as the crazies they are. Now we can start to get them the help they need to cure them of the Woke Mind virus, just like this prime example of what happens when we take too long to help these sick fools"
Joining the Right side of the protest
Jonathan was a very activistic student, joining every liberal protest that would take place in his city or anywhere closeby. The kind of protest he was most passionate about was that against ICE. He saw them as a power tripping conservative cult which needed to be shut down. His anger against it went so far that he even made his own sign, showing his strong opinions on it. As an agent approached him, he went on the offensive:
"How dare you even show your face at a protest like this... you should be ashamed! What does your family even think of you coming home after beating up peaceful protesters... I don't care that I'm weaker than you, at least I have some morality left!"
The agent frowned, half amused, half annoyed by the protester taunting him. He responded:
"Morality you say huh... so you let thousands of illegals roam the streets and commit crimes? You should count yourself lucky, I could easily overpower you... but I have something better for you.
The agent produced a cigar and put it on, blowing the smoke directly into Jonathan's face.
Jonathan had to breathe in the smoke, and confusion took over his brain.
"I... feel... weak... what are you doing..."
The agent, seeing the smoke start to take effect, started to smile through his cigar. He had done this many times, but every time a lib started to fight the woke media's brainwashing was as satisfying as the very first. As Jonathan slowly dropped his SHUT DOWN ICE sign, the agent whispered in his ear:
"Soon you won't be weak anymore... can you feel it? Can you feel the power that's now coursing through you? Feed it, let it take over"
The smoke was not just converting Jonathan's psyche: his hair had started to fall out, until a bald scalp was left. On the outside, Jonathan's clothes turned from colorful to deep black. Completely entranced by the smoke that was constantly entering his system, his eyes rolled backwards.
"No... I have to fight it... but it feels so powerful... no Jonathan... be emphatic... be generous... help the weak..."
Every morsel of Jonathan's brain was trying the brainwashing that was entering his system, but it was all futile. The agent blew another fresh load of smoke into his lungs, accelerating his transformation even more. A beard formed on his lower face, even longer than that of the agent. The face itself became more ragged, his age increasing from the mid-twenties to the late forties.
A new voice arose in Jonathan's mind, and his struggles became more and more apparent in the words he managed to stammer:
"I gotta... resist... resist the liberal media... wait, no! Don't let them win... don't... don't... thread on me... oh god no... god... God bless the United States of America..."
Jonathan's new personality was now settling in his mind, his old memories slowly fading. A small student room was replaced by a suburban home, his activist friends were replaced by the jocks that got him into the Republican party and referred him to his new employer.
"The power... I feel it coursing through me... it's intoxicating... I need more"
The final remnants of Jonathan's old personality were wiped, as his clothes morphed into ICE tactical gear, with a black MAGA hat to top it off. In his place stood Jack, a seasoned ICE agent, who was ready to make sure all Americans would come to love traditional family values.
"Thank you brother... we are well on our way to Making America Great Again! Got a smoke for me? Make sure all of there libs see the light as well yaknow..."
The agent who just transformed Jack shared a smoke with him, the two brothers ready to put down the protest as soon as possible.
An Alpha is Forged
I am a witch, magic has been in my family for generations, and I wield it responsibly. Well mostly responsibly, sometimes I like to use it to fix small problems. But today I'm making my sweet, kind, and boring roommate Michael into the perfect manly man for me to boss around and use to my own amusement. He's ok, he's never pissed me off or anything but I just know I could make him better, and besides I deserve to have a little fun right?
First step is I use a simple spell to make his mind ready for the changes, he's far too meek, and really needs some confidence. I like a guy who knows what he wants.
"You are a MAN, you want to be strong and love getting all sweaty at the gym. You love getting all swole and having me worship your body"
"I wha... I'm...strong..manly"
Perfect, he's going to be so much better. I can't wait to play with my new toy, every inch of him, now to make his body match. To make such large physical changes I need a physical item, so I bound the spell to something he could drink
"what's going on I was just.."
"Hey here you should drink this, I made it just for you hehe"
"Oh a protein shake? thanks bro, good looking out I been needing to hit the weights"
As he drank it up, his body began to change as a little muscle started to form, that would take the longest to set in. A sexy but still thin mustache started to grow on his lip, it's working just as I wanted!
After finishing it, he stood up with a loud belch and grabbed his car keys
"All right gym time! That tasted great, you should make me one before I go workout haha"
"I just might, maybe if you send me a pic or two"
I couldn't hide my smile as he left to go finish the spell's work on himself. He was gonna come back as my absolute dream man, big hairy and unstoppably strong. After a few hours, Michael sends me a video of him lifting weights, covered in sweat my magic had completely changed him. He now had huge muscles that were growing with every rep and a thick luxurious mustache that made me horny as hell.
"47....48....49.."
He stopped and winked at the camera, making me blush. Damn I knew he'd look good. When he got back I made sure to enjoy my new creation as he was talking about his new gym bro friends or something, I was lost in heaven. His body grew more hairy and stronger, so I wasn't really listening to him talk about masculinity and strong values or something.
"They were telling me, we need to put this country back together, showed me some dope podcasts that made great arguments. Alpha men need to be in charge, we lead the weak."
"uh-huh...yeah...God you smell amazing"
My head started to get foggy, like I couldn't think straight. Whats happening?
"That's because you're learning your place. You know you belong below a real man, fags like you need to give in and worship us."
This wasn't right, my spell should make me in charge of him! How is he doing this?!
"N-No I'm in control...your...my.."
"I'm your King! I take what I want! I got some new stuff to make this place a little more my style, and if you got a problem with that then I'll make sure we fix that."
He forced my face into his warm, musky pit as he stood up and dragged me across the room to his gym bag. Pulling out a trump flag and some maga hats he made me hang them up for him. Something in me wouldn't disobey, and after I got done I tried to speak, maybe I could get control over my spell again.
"Stop, this isn't you! I'm sorry I shouldn't have changed you, I'll fix this!"
"Shut up. I'm perfect, and you need to listen to your Alpha. Magic works for those with a strong will, and now mine is greater than yours. A little bitch like you don't deserve that power."
How does he know about any of that? Did he hijack my spell? Before I could react he grabbed me and tossed me on the floor, holding me to the ground and my mouth shut with his foot. I suppose he really is unstoppable now.
"You wanted a man who makes you worship his body, time to worship fag. See why should a pathetic loser like you have that kinda magic, if you're mine then that power is mine too"
"please...don't do this Michael mmph"
He shoved his foot in my mouth as the scent, the taste started to overwhelm me. I felt my willpower falter as my magic drained from me to him. His musk had become the catalyst for his spell to make me his subservient fag slave and I didn't even notice, I'm such a idiot.
Weeks Later
I was cleaning the apartment just as I've been ordered too, he has me take care of all the chores now. Laughs at me while I sweep up his messes in sometimes nothing but the small chasity cage he made me buy. My, daily fag duties as he calls them, were interrupted by a text from his contact now labeled as Master. He sent me a picture with the short message -
"Have dinner ready for your Alpha by 7 and maybe I'll let you get a taste tonight"
I make sure the room is nice and tidy, work on dinner, high protein of course just as he told me to. And just as I finish I hear his car pull up and I get into position, kneeling with my head down facing the door, ready to greet him like a dog.
"Welcome home Master, your dinner is ready and waiting on the table"
"Good bitch, I'm almost proud. Looks like you been keeping the place in order too, here I'll let you have a small taste before tonight. After I eat I'll let you get some more while I watch some TV."
He pops a shoe off and removes the soaked sock, lifting the hot sweaty foot to my face. Mindlessly I take it and begin to clean it with my tongue, a small part of me wants to resist, screaming to fight and take my power back. But all I can bring myself to do is...
Lick...Lick...Lick..Lick
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TIME TO MOVE ON
For now, Alpha Brent has deactivated and I sadly suspect he is not going to return to lead us.
I have had the BEST couple of months working with him and if those collabs brought you here, I’m so very glad I met you.
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Brent, we hope you come back someday. 🇺🇸💪🏻🫡
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ANNOUNCEMENT: Working on organizing my socials. I am transferring this blog to make it a priority. If it goes down, look for it again under this SAME username: @brobreedsred - Alpha Dad @toughernhappy will also guide the way.
The Bear's Den pt 2
A few days after our conversation, he confronted me with a smile and said he agreed with me now, that the place needed to be cleaned up.
"Th-Thank you...I'm glad you decided to help out after all. You kinda freaked me out heh ..."
The place still stinks but progress is good no matter how small I suppose
"Oh definitely, this place is so gross. Don't worry I'll help out. First things first we need to get rid of this woke, rainbow groomer garbage!"
He grabbed down my pride flag and tossed it away, he's been going around the house throwing all my decorations he called 'gay'!
"What?! Hey stop...please! I let you put up your Trump stuff, just let me have mine" I pleaded
"Hmmm let me think" after a long pause he rips a loud wet fart that seemed to last forever, it made the room smell even worse
"Yeah that's about what I think of this dumb shit, besides you asked me to help clean up right? Haha you should be kissing my ass for helping you with your duties."
I drop to my knees literally begging him "Please...Sir! Please let me keep something! I'll do whatever you ask just please..."
"Fine, fine haha! Kiss my ass, say thank you, and I'll let you keep one thing from this bag. Deal?" He said in a condescending tone while pulling his shorts down, revealing his hairy musky bare cheeks.
"Deal! Yes thank you! Thank you!" I slowly lean in to kiss each cheek and as soon as my lips touch, he lets loose an even longer and worse smelling fart that makes me slump over and nearly pass out.
"Much better fag! Here you go you earned it! I ordered it off your Amazon anyway." He reaches in the bag and pulls out an unfamiliar pink chastity cage. I looked up at him holding it, still smelling of his awful gas. Realizing he played me, I started to cry.
"Now now, we agreed you can keep one thing from the bag, don't complain! Hahaha! Here, take the rest out to the trash and then you can lock that thing up."
He lets out a loud obnoxious laugh, as I wordlessly stand up and take the bag from his hand, and take out the garbage just as ordered. I look at all the memories of friends and pride events as I drop it all in the dumpster, feeling tears sting my eyes. After I get back inside, he was sitting on the couch eating chips watching ICE raids on the news. Laughing as they tackled protesters like it was some comedy show, he didn't look at me just pointed to the pink cage and said "Put it on, then go get me a beer"
RESTED, RECHARGED, READY TO REDPILL 💊
Even the most elite of the All-American Alphas need a break then and again, and that's exactly what the doctor ordered for this God amongst Men. Some time with myself, a few beautiful women, and God with us at every step of the way as He always is. After a nice week working remotely from my Tybee vacation property, I feel rested and recharged, ready to resume my Redpilling of the masses. Now, this doesn't mean I don't demand you to engage with my content as the gospel it is, but it does mean I've bred out the aggression that would otherwise have met your pathetic faces. So, let's get back to it. Submit and swallow, libs, because it's not like I'm giving you a choice in the matter anyway.
We are so lucky to have such a strong dedicated Man like Alpha Brent be taking his precious time to Redpill us. 😵💫🔴🙇🏻♂️
A Bear Needs His Den
"Its great you let me stay here after your sister kicked me out so fast after the breakup, you're a good little guy Haha"
"that's no problem of course...but do you need to hang that up? It's still my wall ya know"
"Oh yeah? That's one of my favorites I haven't unpacked my others, I was gonna have you do that later. This is gonna be the perfect den dude, it's already smelling great in here"
"yeah that's the problem! It stinks! You already owe two months of rent and-"
"Nah I'm not paying that, I'm the man of the house now, cuz your tiny ass sure wasn't HA. Now Fox is back on so go get started on dinner, I'm hungry"
"I-I....yes Sir"
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Because that's what I condone. Total freedom, unbridled elitism, and patriotic prioritization on Making America Great Again for ourselves, bros. Feel free to reblog this post with your own adds on: show everyone how American Alpha you are.
