An Alpha never dies; he is just reborn. This is Wolf Serge’s story of life, death, and rebirth in the hierarchy.

After ending a 14-year relationship at the age of 39, I was unsure of my place in our vast universes. Everything from my career, my fitness goals, relationships, sexual needs and desires, I didn’t know where to begin finding myself on my journey of self rediscovery. That was until I remembered something from therapy:

“52 Cards in a Deck, no Jokers”. Your 52 Cards are positive attributes that define who you are, while the Jokers are those negative things we tell ourselves. When you know all the cards in your deck, you can truly see what you are capable of and how to deal yourself winning hands during any interaction. This simple statement guided me as I found out Who I Am. The process was far from easy, and is on-going still. Nothing is ever truly written in stone; not even myself. As I re-entered the world of fulfilling my sexual needs, I found myself in an unexpected place: I became Daddy Tank. Initially, I railed against being called a Daddy, fighting to stay in my former mindset and clinging to my fading youth. However, I knew my old life was not my future.

I found a “boy” named Scout, who was at my beck and call; a simple text and he was on his way. A snap of my fingers and he was on his knees, sucking my cock. Yet it wasn’t always only about sex. I was a “Daddy” to my boy; nurturing him and also helping him to stand on his own two feet as an out-and-proud gay man. This dynamic ended when we found ourselves going separate ways in what we desired, but I have no regrets about our time together. Months after he stopped being my boy, he confessed he missed my cock. I told him then that since he was no longer my boy, he was just going to be an object for my pleasure: a faggot. He didn’t hesitate to agree to these terms, and still kept our original training intact. Honestly, why stop a good thing? Who I was during my time with Scout never changed, the paradigm shifted to being more than just a Daddy with a boy.

I took the leap and embraced my Alphahood and my drive to train, encourage, and nurture my future subs.

Over the following months, I used Scout to experiment with being a better Bull and developing my role as an Alpha. I had never considered myself to be an Alpha before; it had seemed so far removed from my old mindset. I had seen Alphas in porn, read their stories, and found them very hot, to be honest, but there was more to it. The deeper I looked into Alpha culture, the more I felt a truth, like I had found my “pack”. There was one flaw to my plan: I didn’t know any real Alphas to seek advice from or ask inquiries to. Not until I met a fellow Bull in a kink group we both belonged to who had tons of experience living as an Alpha. We began chatting, and over months of messaging, I started asking his advice more and more.

To be honest, I looked up to him. He was who I needed to meet. I took notes during our chats, using them to accept my true mindset and mold myself into who I felt I was supposed to be. I would then take that advice and use it in my sessions with Scout. Despite the progress I was making as I embraced my “Alpha-ness”, something I wasn’t prepared for was the lingering doubt of imposter syndrome. When I brought this up to my mentor, he helped me break down the barrier put in place by “polite society”. .We are taught to behave within social norms. Tearing down those barriers allowed me to access my full potential and express my Alphahood. It was at this point in time I told him I considered him my mentor. I’ll spare you the minutiae of that conversation, but he agreed to officially take me on as his protégé.

My Alpha/fag arrangement with Scout worked out perfectly for a few more months until he developed feelings for another and asked to be released. I agreed to his request and I spent the months before his release not only developing my style as an Alpha, but even more so how to use faggots. We celebrated our last day together as Alpha and faggot with one perfect day. Again, I have no regrets about the time we had spent together.

My Alpha/fag arrangement with Scout worked out perfectly for a few more months until he developed feelings for another and asked to be released. I agreed to his request and I spent the months before his release not only developing my style as an Alpha, but even more so how to use faggots. We celebrated our last day together as Alpha and faggot with one perfect day. Again, I have no regrets about the time we had spent together.

Shortly after ending my time with Scout, and after nearly two years of learning, my mentor and I parted ways. This was when Sir Tank was born, I dropped the honorific of “Alpha” since I was exploring more of my non-hierarchy-related kinks. A year went by on my solo journey, during which time I claimed a faggot who became my live-in, serving more than just the needs of my cock. I grew as a Sir personally as well within my local leather and kink community. This time of growth showed me who I had been all along, as my mentor would call me: a badass motherfucking powerful Alpha.

Over the course of a year, as I continued learning from my new leather family, parts of myself that I thought I had buried started to surface. I felt my primal nature and lupine energy begin to surge inside. This opened my eyes to exploring pup play and viewing myself as a Pack Alpha/Handler. Taking on another pup for a short time also helped me find my way in this new paradigm.

This brings us to today and my nearly 44 years old self. I am now Wolf Serge with a new set of Alpha brothers, a member of a well-known leather family, a board member for the local kink community, the head of Pack Clews, and an Alpha with an obedient faggot at my feet. Being an Alpha isn’t just fucking and breeding. It’s becoming a master of oneself so you can be a master of the world around you. As we learn from others, even faggots, we constantly grow and develop ourselves. As we develop those around us, we must develop ourselves as well. Taking those lessons we have been shown, applying what works, and removing what doesn’t. There is no singular type of Alpha/Sir/Dom; we are all unique and it is that uniqueness that makes us powerful.

Whether you’re an Alpha or faggot, it’s never too late to begin finding yourself. Take these words and set out on your own path in the hierarchy. While you may feel alone as you begin your journey, it’s communities like Elysium Lifestyle that bring us all together to empower and educate. I may be one voice in the crowd, but since starting my journey, I have seen so many become who they were meant to be.

Are you ready to accept your truth?

Are you ready to do the work?

Are you ready to take your place here in Elysium?

-Wolf Serge

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