First of all, thank you for everything until now. I really appreciate your work.
Now, to get to the point, to experience humility after having become an Alpha is needed to be a well-rounded person. Therefore, I will give myself to the First Hierarch to become a Hierarch myself and get the next Alpha process to become a more powerful Alpha.
I’m wondering, though… I’ve never seen you at Hierarch Industries and wonder how you got all that information. Are you the First Hierarch?
“So it’s decided, then?” said the president of the Delta Sigma Nu fraternity, peering out the window of their frathouse office at the twerp standing on their manicured lawn, pissing on their grass. The rest of the officers were sitting in a semicircle around his desk, faces impassive, but clearly irritated.
“Well, he’s been evaluated,” said the secretary, waving around a sheaf of papers that had arrived from their biggest sponsor, Hierarch Industries, just this morning. “We know what he is. It’s just a matter of whether we want to teach him his place.”
“If you ask me,” said the treasurer, “for the sake of the Cause, we shouldn’t just pluck any random omega from the streets and educate them.” He rose from his seat and walked to the window. He stopped just behind the president and clenched his jaw. “But that little fucker is really getting on my nerves.”
The president turned around and winked at his partner, copping a feel of his treasurer’s Alpha ass. “You look cute when you’re angry, babe,” he said. The treasurer rolled his eyes. “But you know where my vote lies. So… How do we want to do this?”
Today marks my first day in self-inflicted chastity to learn how to be a better sub. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, so I don’t have anyone to be my “key holder” for the lock on my cock cage.
I was hoping that Hierarch Industries could point me in the direction of a big strong Alpha that I could serve and obey, who would be willing to help train me to be the best omega that I can be.
Hi Ethan! Last time I visited Europe, I felt so out of my league. Nobody even noticed me next to all of the hot, tanned men… So I was hoping someone could do me a favour.
I’ve always dreamed of being a hot robust Italian with golden skin, good muscles (not over the top, though — think Chris Pratt level) and a thick pelt of chest hair. The kind of guy who would always be comfortable in a speedo.
I would also appreciate it if I could lose a few years and return to my mind 20’s…
