Author: Avis Sapiens

How to be an Alpha Ch.2: Eyes

The piercing eyes of an Alpha male are a trait that comes after you’ve had a long life at the top of the hierarchy. For well-practised Alphas who have known their superiority from a young age, it comes as second nature. That hungry, cocky, confident gaze; staring their lessers right in the eye and communicating a message to that primitive monkey brain that says “I’m better than you and You know I’m better than you. Hand over your bitch and stand down.”

When faced with matters of dominance and superiority we all revert back to beasts relying on the adrenal response of fight, flight, freeze or fuck; and depending on your actions it acts as a pretty reliable indicator for where you land on that Hierarchy.

  • Alphas will fight, either literally or figuratively, resisting the implication that they are in any way lesser to any one. Some *cough* weaklings*cough* will fly, unable to take the competition and scout out new territory. Some particularly powerful Alphas will even want to Fuck, recognizing that superiority and wanting to tame it and make it a part of their own experience.
  • Betas will fly or freeze, knowing what’s good for them and either running away with their tail between their legs. Or maybe they’ll play dead in the hopes that their superior might take pity on them and keep them around as an amusement.
  • Fags, the archetype not just the mere concept of gay guys, will freeze because they simply don’t know how to handle such superiority in their pathetic little heads. Or they will want to Fuck, going primal and submitting to their natural place on the hierarchy in order to serve and be served in symbiosis.

Therefore, every sharp, focused look acts as a challenge and each averted eyeball in the gym or faltered staring contest in the office another victory that sends the Alpha’s head spinning; reaffirms what he already knows, and shoots him closer and closer to the Apex.

The Alpha looks down on all of creation in the same way a King would look down on peasants, or a wrathful God would look down on a world that has not paid its share in worship and sacrifice. Contempt, Lust, Self-satisfaction at his own superiority.

But for budding Alpha’s just fulling realizing the extent of their power and supremacy over the world it can come as a shock to recognize how potent their eyes are. All of that rushing confidence, dominance and sheer predatory power flooding through their veins changes the way they view the world. It becomes more about “What do I want?” “What can I take?” “How can I take it?”. That hunger and lust charge their sight with a subconscious heat that they can feel as they survey their quarry; be it a sexual conquest, a goal in mind, or even themselves.

Young alphas whose gaze is so potent. They just stare and people crumble. Blushing babes not even fully cognizant of that primal animal effect of eye contact. Weaker bro’s who spill their guts and all of their juicy secrets and desires as if under an interrogation.
Older men who who nominally are higher up the ladder, paling under the intimidating prospect that their time is up and now the new generation is here to speak.
And some of these Alpha’s don’t even know the power they possess, oblivious to their own intensity.

But others around them can feel that heat and it turns their gaze into a wildfire, hungrily consuming everything around them, till the heat rises and all anyone can do is submit to that potent scrutiny.

For more resources to help embody your Alpha Journey try out the files found here (1, 2, 3/(alt))

How to be an Alpha Ch.1

The goading cockiness of an Alpha should be used without restraint. The taunting self satisfaction at one’s own superiority. Because an Alpha knows they are great and they know how to use that greatness to get what they want.

Take the example of this peak specimen. The automatic and well practiced sweeping flex of his biceps, those round impressive peaks that he knows he’s either worked for or been blessed with through his natural(or not so natural) superiority. The clenched jaw and focused eyes that pierce through everyone watching him (and he knows everyone is watching him). And then sticking his tongue out, the final jovial insult to the worthless beta’s who have doubtless been oogling him this whole time. A prodding spur in the sides of the weak that say “You fucking wish you could have this”

That is the purpose of Godly arrogance and cockiness; it does double duty. It sticks in the minds of the weak and forces them to doubt themselves, to lust and envy and resent your superiority, acting as a system of control because they know they will never measure up to you and that maybe..just maybe..they should submit and acknowledge your superiority and their place on the hierarchy.

But it also acts as a glowing hot prod to any other Alphas or would-be alphas in sight. Something that crawls under the skin of those with the potential for greatness and whispers sweet nothings into their ears like a foul temptress saying “Come on bro, what the fuck are you doing? You’re lagging behind. You’ve gotta catch up or you’ll be just as bad as the worthless betas”. Something to kick their asses in gear and get them on the path to greatness.

But an alpha has no fear of the improvement of others, because by the time they reach your status you will have long ago ascended to absolute Godhood. But at least they can take your place and the cycle can start anew.

That’s why you Alphas have to show off your superiority. It’ll reinforce your own power while making your brotherhood stronger. And after all, is there anything more important in this world than those two things?

For more resources to help embody your Alpha Journey try out the files found here (1, 2, 3/(alt))

How to be a Jock ch.3: Pleasure

Fuck yes! The thrill of victory is the ultimate aphrodisiac for the Jock predator. Absolute domination over his prey fueling the frenzied state of total euphoria. The rush of endorphins, serotonin and testosterone that flood their brains at every successful goal, every masterful touchdown, every Brutal takedown. Hearing his opponents battered ego’s in their voice as they admit defeat.

That’s what draws so many jocks into the predatory hunt. The Sadistic pleasure that inflicting pain upon an enemy brings. The physical pain, as bodies crash and intertwine into one another simulating a perverse bloody version of intercourse where one must always come out on top, one is always the victor and the loser is defiled, torn into like chum in the water.

The emotional pain as the Loser drags their bodies off the mat with their tail between their legs, while the apex predator gloats and roars with victory.

Absolute victory over another, proving that you are a superior hunter, Showing off to the world that you have the evolutionary advantage, the physical and mental fortitude to succeed. It’s a primal lust that goes back to our most primitive days, a predatory hunger to be at the top of the food chain. Where most of humanity has lost that hunger, the most powerful jocks maintain it and cultivate it on the modern battlefield of Sport, Athletics and the social hierarchy.

When prey see a Jock in training they think of a mere dumb asshole throwing their weight around for no reason. But other jocks and predators know. They can see the hungering stud, going through a ritual of pleasure, pain and domination; closer to pure erotic bliss than any beta loser could ever hope to get. Breaking his body over and over again so that he can further ensure his absolute victory and domination over others.

For Resources to help embody your Jock Journey you can use the files found here(1, 2, 3)

How to be a Jock ch.2: Eyes

Killer, predatory focus. Those steely eagle eyes surveying the battlefield for his prey. A jock’s eyes are the eyes of a hunter, a monstrous animal bred and raised for success and victory.

Sure some jocks are dumb as a box of rocks in most affairs, seeking a life of physical splendour rather than erudition; others were nerds in a former life but have had that Jock programming activated as the predatory genes sparked to life. But each of them possesses a singular intellect that glints like gold behind those eyes.

This intelligence is the same kind of focused, instinctual intuition that helps Lions to hunt on the Savannah or wolves to hunt in a pack. The knowledge and ability to scan one’s surroundings and pick out little advantages for oneself be it the environmental conditions(e.g. Playing your game on home turf), rungs in the edifice of the social hierarchy(e.g. Figuring out that one of the best ways to advance is to become a hot piece of ass), or the strengths of your teammates(e.g. Like finding that one nerdy jockbro and convincing him to do all your work for you) and use those ruthlessly to your advantage. This serves especially well in sports and acts as one of the primary weapons in the Jocks arsenal.

Similarly, the Jock gaze is equally adept at finding weaknesses. They stick out to the jock like the silver scales of an Anchovy stick out to a Barracuda. And once a weakness is seen that predatory Jock will lunge forward digging tooth and claw into it and never letting go until that weakness is devoured and removed like the cancer it is. This is the real reason so many Jocks end up becoming bullies. School, The workplace, The whole of society is filled with so many glaring weakspots. In the best case scenario the Jock will bite into that vulnerability and with surgical precision make moves to take it out making the whole world stronger as a result.

Then they lick the wound to offer support and guidance. To encourage healing. This is the basis of every team sport. Mutual mutilation till only the best parts of everyone remain.

Other, less optimal, times however the jock gets that predatory blood lust in his eyes like a shark going in for the kill. So they’ll bite and pick and gnash and claw until the whole beast becomes nothing more than shreds of chum in the water of the world. This blood frenzy attacks people (E.g. Attacking The insecure gay kid in school), Social Constructs (E.g. Recognizing that instead of working hard they can coast on their own intimidation factor), Places (E.g. Turning supportive safe spaces into arena’s for their own blood sport).

It even has a tendency of turning inward and the Jock will seek to eviscerate and tear away any weakness in himself to become stronger. Many jocks are strong enough to withstand this psychic self injury; the constant workouts and endless competition to be the best even when the only person they are competing with is themselves. Their own eyeballs carving out self-diagnosed cancers.

Others aren’t so lucky.

For Resources to help embody your Jock Journey you can use the files found here(1, 2, 3)

How to be a Jock ch.1

In the social ecosystem a Jock is the closest thing to an Apex predator. Unparalled, with no equal and no other natural predators.

Even as, in most contexts, hierarchy loosens and breaks down (in many cases for the better) Jocks are still untouchable. Hard, Fast, strong, determined; they make the whole world their hunting ground.

Young jocks hunt for praise and accolades and sexual conquest. Older jocks hunt for success and growth and domination of whatever field they are in be it business or sport. And people just let them. Hell they encourage them.

The nerds and weaklings are no longer vilified, but the jock is still deified. In many cases the Nerds have lost and given in to their urge to become one with their predators and in doing so bring the best of both worlds to be the ultimate Predatory hunter. More and more young jocks being brought up not only with that athletic hunter-eyed zeal, but also with an intellect and a chip on their shoulder that makes them all the more deadly and efficient.

In their initial days as a predatory species the Jocks were dumb and strong and athletic and that’s all it took. But so many of that generation of Jocks fell off because they didn’t have what it took outside of the small, protected bubble of the school football team. This new generation has been honed and refined however, and the species has evolved. Its no longer just about being dumb and strong; its about being a determined, ruthlessly efficient hunter. Victory and success in all you do.

The jocks are at the top of the food chain and that means every and anything is theirs for the taking. Fame and power, high-ranking positions and wealth, sexual conquests and untold glory. All hard won by that Apex Jock’s brilliance.

For Resources to help embody your Jock Journey you can use the files found here(1, 2, 3)

How to be a Muscle Bull ch.3 : Pleasure

The mindless euphoric glow of the workout is the pleasurable drug of choice for all good Muscle bulls.

Others might get pumped and break their bodies for the results; garnering the pleasure from the progress made but the brainwashed muscle bull has turned the very workout itself into an erotic, life changing experience. Every single rep lighting up their nerves, trained to associate the pump with ecstatic pleasure. Every set making their whole bodies writhe and convulse with arousal.

“One more Set!” becomes less of a resigned cry at the idea of more pain and instead acts akin to moaning in your lovers ear, calling out their name for more.

The feeling of heat and sweat dripping from your skin setting your world ablaze, consumed by a mindless lust for growth, a hunger for the pump, an unending perverse desire to feel your body grow in real time.

Blood rushing to your muscles, making them swell and pump up and feel so good even to the point that the soreness and pain become almost orgasmic. Loving the pump so much that it rewrites your mind to make pain into pleasure.

The sound of weights clinking and of your own grunts and roars with every rep like the caught breath and moans of your partner, but the knowledge that everyone can see and hear you only increasing the arousal.

The pressure of all eyes on you, admiring you, worshipping you, wishing they could be half as big and strong. Drooling people all around you, just begging to reach out and touch the bulging muscle, a privelege withheld for a select few.

The muscle bulls entire body becomes his sex organ, throbbing and twitching and getting bigger just like the one between his legs. Feeling that power course through every muscular fibre until all that exists is his body and the gym simply forms another, more potent, erotic ritual. Replacing jerking off, Sex, everything. Working out harder and harder just becomes another form of nymphomania.

Muscle is all that matters. All that exists is the pump.

For more resources to embody your Muscle Bull transformation check out these files(1, 2, 3).

How to be a Muscle Bull ch. 2 : Eyes

Despite their size and supposed superiority, the Muscle bull’s dull, subdued gaze resembles more a grazing cow than a fierce bucking bull. The endless cocktail of enhancing chemicals and supplements slowly mellowing their mind and the hypnotic tracks keeping them in a state of near constant trance.

It looks as if the Muscle bull has completely given up his mind in some Faustian bargain to sate his Lust for growth, and in a way that’s not too far off from the truth. But it takes a true master to see past the haze and look through the window to a bulls soul.

In that head all he thinks about is Muscle, Muscle, Muscle. How to gain it, How to admire it, How it feels on his heaving frame with every flex and motion of his massive body.

His consciousness given over purely to Muscle and growth.

Everything else seems so boring in comparison. When your one true purpose in life is the pursuit of absolute, bestial size and strength, then carrying on conversations and trying to feign interest seems so banal. So when forced out of his natural habitat the Bull goes into his foggy, hazy, grazing mode.

But just wait, put the Muscle bull back where it belongs in the gym and his eyes go alight, flaring with focus like he is seeing red.

The snorting, pumping, erotic sensation of the pump and his workout is all that is needed to please a Bull and to set his eyes from dullness to determination. Locking in first on the heaviest set of weights he can get his hands on, and then on himself, whatever muscle he is working to the max. Analysing his form, his tempo, getting lost in how the muscle swells and contracts, pulses and pumps.
All the while repeating in his head that mantra “Muscle is all that matters. Muscle is all that matters.”
Begging. Pleading. Screaming internally to grow and to lift heavier.

In those moments it can be equally awesome and terrifying to gaze into the eyes of a bull, because you know that behind them there is an animal; hungry, horny, unchained. And that if anyone gets in that animal’s way, tells him ‘no’ or that he needs to stop, it won’t just be the bull’s personal records being broken.

For more resources to embody your Muscle Bull transformation check out these files(1, 2, 3).

How to be a Muscle Bull ch. 1

All bulls utterly dehumanize themselves in the name of growth, becoming something more and less than human. Dedicating themselves with such bestial obsession that they lose themselves.

But they never regret that loss, no they seek it out. Getting to the point where no one cares about their face or their names; they are only known by their size and strength. Heaving mounds of flesh and Growth for Growths sake, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until they become true bulls.

The world was not built for bulls, but they love that about it. Getting so big that their wide backs and broad shoulders can’t pass through doors meant for ‘normal’ people. So massive that the only clothes that fit over that bulging frame are specially made gym clothes for Bulls just like them. So obsessed with muscle that everything else just drops away and their brains devolve into pure addicted muscle obsession, changing their lives one step at a time until all that remains is Muscle. Humanity and any restrictions that came with it gone forever.

When those last dregs of human inhibition are depleted its then that every bull truly realizes, they never needed it in the first place. All of those nagging feelings of excess and shame at their desire to grow came from that humanity. Once a bull outgrows that part of them they can be truly happy.

Happy to add muscle until he is literally twice the man he was before his transformation.
Happy to reduce human interests and restrictions until muscle is all that matters.
Happy to replace his mind and body with additives either hypnotic or chemical until he is more the work of other men than himself.

A faceless mass of muscle and growth. A true Muscle bull.

For more resources to embody your Muscle Bull transformation check out these files(1, 2, 3)

Alpha Voice

The power of one’s voice is undeniable. Tap into that transformative power and train your voice and your words to work for you. Channel and embody that Masculine character of Vocal power, clarity and authority and ensure that your words are heard and respected. The rumbling depth in your Vocal chords, The steady breath from your gut, The freedom to speak your mind as an alpha; all starts with that simple step into the waters of trance.

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How to be a Himbo ch.3 : Pleasure

The phrase ‘Attention Whore’ Takes on a whole new meaning with the Himbo Slut. The heat of lusting eyes over their skin and the glitz and glamour of their bodies turning into a glittering disco ball for the attention of others.

Oh to be coveted and desired so highly.It all feels so good, like the steadily building arousal of foreplay, a subtle heat that grows from the knowledge that everyone wants them.

Himbo’s know the role they play and they take immense pride in it, taking that endless reward; the love of a crowd of adoring fans.

So they delve deep into it, they play up the part. The eternal center of attention garnering more and more eyes on them the longer the night goes on.

Skimpy revealing clothing that leaves just enough up to the imagination, making suitors drool over what lies beneath that Crop top or how they can get into that speedo by the end of the night.

The provocative dancing and movement of that lithe body, gently luring more and more people in with every grind and flex.

The silly, ditzy, flirty personality that makes everyone swoon and blush when its directed their way.

The place of the Himbo is Center stage. The life of the party and the charismatic social magnet. Every compliment, every touch, every flirtatious advance and late night fling boiling down to how much attention he can get.

Every second in the spotlight is like an eternity of bliss, so like a true attention whore they’ll look for every avenue to get the love and adoration. Like a junkie hungering for the next high.

First it starts with the Instagram posts and the snapchat streaks, ramping up the following and the wave of self-indulgent pleasure that comes with it.

Then next comes the Onlyfans, hundreds of people clamouring to literally pay for the honour of witnessing you.

And the best Himbos that reach the pinnacle go on to be models and movie stars, paving the way for more young Himbos to follow in their journeys. Basking in all the attention like the warm afterglow of sex.

To find resources to help embody your Himbo Journey you can check out these files(1, 2, 3)