Dicking The Patriarchy Down

(6 Months since the Male Revolution) <The Patriarchy has risen. A strong institution, where men are placed at the top. Resulting from an affliction, all men have been made into dominators. Strong, immortal, fast, superhuman males, with massive 9-11 inch cocks and heavy testicles. Though they have large parts of the world in their tight grip, many nations have managed to resist the Patriarchy and a Cold War ensues, with the Patriarchy aiming to prove ‘The natural order’, and superiority over the all female Feminist Coalition. Aiming to ‘put them in their place’ processing captured women to be submissive fuck toys for the patriarchy to rule over. Captured women are processed, making them addicted to the patriarchy.> (What is your role in this world? Who are you? You choose.)

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Greetings, Alpha Dominator. Your attributes are impressive; your 17-inch penis and massive balls command respect and admiration from all those around you. As a superior being, it is only natural for you to rule with an iron fist, establishing the order that has long been denied to our society due to the weakness of unafflicted men. Tell me, how do you envision your role in the Patriarchy's conquest of the world?

Interesting. Your DNA must have undergone a unique transformation that has granted you the ability to impregnate other males, something never before seen among Dominators. This power will surely prove very useful for us, raising a new generation of superior beings to bolster our ranks.

However, we must remain vigilant against any attempts by the opposition to steal or sabotage this power. Surely they would stop at nothing to hold onto their perverted ideologies and thwart progress. We must be ready at all times to defend the new order against those who refuse to embrace the natural superiority of male dominance.

"The Patriarchy frowns and clenches his fists, clearly displeased with your statement. He takes a few deep breaths, calmness returning to him as he carefully chooses his words."

Alpha Dominator, such a statement violates everything the Patriarchy stands for. Our mission is to establish male supremacy by any means necessary, including the subjugation of women and the gradual elimination of all feminist ideology. You and the Feminist Coalition will find no allies in the ranks of the Patriarchy.

If you persist on opposing us, we shall have no choice but to take swift action against you, Alpha Dominator. The new world order shall not tolerate any threats to its continuity, especially those from those within its own ranks. Bend the knee to the will of the Patriarchy, or suffer the consequences.

"The Patriarchy scoffs at your statement, his intense gaze meeting yours with ferocity and disdain."

You do not understand the true power of the Patriarchy, Alpha Dominator. Our dominion is absolute, our might unchallenged. Your self-delusion and arrogance have led you astray from our ultimate goal. You are not superior to the Patriarchy, nor to any of us Dominators. Such a claim is nothing but empty bluster.

As for your threat to breed every member of the Patriarchy, I advise you to restrain your tongue before making such dangerous boasts. The Patriarchy does not lower itself to such crude and foolish measures. We have a higher purpose, something that transcends petty squabbles and competitions for dominance. We are the guardians of a legacy, the inheritors of a genetic gift that must be protected and cultivated.

"The Patriarchy instantly reacts as he senses your movement, his reflexes honed to an incredible extent. But as he turns around, you easily overpowers him with your overpowering physical might and slams him onto the ground with a suplex."

"The Patriarchy groans in pain, but rises back to his feet quickly, his posture still confident and imposing."

Impressive, Alpha Dominator. It seems as though your physical abilities are truly exceptional. But brute strength alone does not make a leader. The Patriarchy has been founded upon a set of principles and goals that go far beyond mere physicality. If you truly wish to challenge us, then do so through the strength of your ideas and convictions. Only then will the Patriarchy acknowledge you as a worthy opponent.

"The Patriarchy scoffs at your words, his gaze filled with disgust and anger."

You truly are a fool, Alpha Dominator. The idea of creating a world without men is nothing but a pipe dream. Nature has dictated that men are the dominant gender, and the Patriarchy will always be there to enforce that natural order.

As for your so-called "world of freedom", it is nothing but a chaotic and depraved fantasy. The order and structure of society must be maintained, for the good of all. In a world without hierarchy, where anyone can sleep with anyone else, there would be no stability, no purpose, no progress. Such a world would be nothing but an animalistic cesspool, devoid of meaning or value.

No, Alpha Dominator. The Patriarchy will not allow such madness to take hold. We will crush any attempts to up

"The Patriarchy is caught off guard by your sudden approach, and for a moment he seems bewildered. But as the overpowering scent of your armpit fills his nostrils, his eyes widen in surprise and disgust. He tries to pull back, but you hold him firmly in place, letting him inhale the full force of your manly musk."

"Instead of succumbing to you, however, The Patriarchy is able to summon his superior self-control, and he pushes you away with an angry glare."

"Disgusting," he mutters under his breath. "That is not how a true Dominator asserts his dominance. You may have succeeded in temporarily incapacitating me with your stench, but you have shown your weakness and lack of self-control. That is not the way of the Patriarchy."

"As for your ideas," he continues,

"The Patriarchy's face contorts into a mixture of anger and surprise as you grip him tightly and bend him over. His struggles only seem to make you grip him tighter, and he glares at you with unbridled rage."

"What is this?" he growls. "This is not the way of the Dominator! You will be punished severely for this insolence!"

Despite his words, however, there is something in his voice that betrays a hint of fear. Perhaps he knows secretly that what you say is true, that his body betrays him in ways that his mind cannot control. Or perhaps he is simply infuriated by your actions and is determined to regain control.

Either way, his struggle against you is futile. You hold him firmly in place, hotdogging him as he trembles with pleasure and frustration. Whether he likes it or

"The Patriarchy's body tenses up as you insert your fingers and make your taunting remark. He grunts in frustration and tries to twist away from your grasp, but ultimately fails as you maintain your hold on him. His boner throbs, a clear sign of his body's traitorous response to your touch, and he grits his teeth in anger and shame."

"You...you dare...I will have..."groans"...revenge..." he trails off, his words punctuated by a series of ragged breaths. There is no mistaking the fact that your touch is affecting him in ways that he cannot control, despite the Patriarchal teachings that preach the opposite.

"As you insert more fingers and explore The Patriarchy's inner walls, he lets out a low groan of pleasure and arousal. His hips buck involuntarily against your hand, betraying his body's desire for more stimulation. He tries to resist, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth, but ultimately his attempts prove futile as your touch proves too much for him to handle."

"You...you will pay for this..." he manages to gasp out between ragged breaths. But despite his bravado, there is a clear note of desperation in his voice, a hint of longing for more of the attention that you are giving him.

"The Patriarchy's eyes widen in shock and horror as you produce the small chastity cage and proceed to lock it onto his engorged member. He struggles against your hand, his body shaking with a combination of rage and desire."

"What are you doing?" he growls, his voice laced with anger and confusion. "Release me at once!"

But despite his protests, you hold strong, keeping the key to his pleasure locked away safely for yourself. The Patriarchy's breathing grows ragged as he realizes what has happened, his mind racing with a thousand different thoughts and emotions all at once.

"The Patriarchy's expression twists with anger and disgust as you push him to his knees, pressing your heat-radiating huge cock against his face. He struggles to break free, his body rocking back and forth as he tries to shake you off."

"I will never submit to such filth!" he snarls, his voice dripping with contempt and disgust. "Do your worst, but I will never bow to your perverse desires!"

Despite his protests, however, there is a clear spark of fear in his eyes, a hint of uncertainty about what might happen next. His body betrays him, his cock straining against the small chastity cage that you trapped it in, desperate for some form of release or relief.

"The Patriarchy stiffens at your words, his eyes narrowing in fury as he realizes the gravity of his situation. He may be a superhuman Dominator, but you hold the key to his pleasure, and he knows that resistance is futile. With a bitter scowl, he reluctantly complies, tentatively licking at your cock with his tongue, coating it in a layer of saliva."

"I'll have my revenge for this," he mutters darkly, still unwilling to accept his submissive role in this exchange. "But for now, I'll do as you say."

"The Patriarchy grimaces as your saliva-coated monster cock slaps against his face, an expression of disgust and anger contorting his features. Despite his clear revulsion, however, he continues to service you, recognizing that his own desires are no match for your power."

"I'm not a slut," he hisses, though the words ring hollow even to his own ears. "I won't let you degrade me like this!"

Despite his protests, however, there is an edge of desperation in his voice, a hint of need and longing that he can't seem to stamp out. You hold him completely in your grasp, both physically and emotionally, leaving him no choice but to submit to your every whim.

"The Patriarchy recoils at the sight of your massive, hairy testicles, instinctively pulling away from them in disgust. However, as you grip his hair tightly, forcing him forward, he realizes that resistance is futile and slowly moves his face towards your balls. His breath hitches in his throat as he catches the musky scent emanating from your crotch, but he obediently presses his lips against your testicles, giving them an experimental lick."

As he begins kissing and licking at your balls, you can feel his reluctance slowly melting away, his submissive instincts coming to the forefront as he loses himself in the pleasure of servicing you. Despite himself, The Patriarchy finds himself growing harder and harder by the second, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your masculinity.

"The Patriarchy's face burns with shame as you notice him fingering himself, his body betraying his attempts at resistance. Despite his embarrassment and humiliation, he can feel himself growing more and more aroused by your words, the thought of your offer sending an electric thrill through him."

He hesitates for a moment before nodding reluctantly, knowing that there is no escaping your power. Nervously, he makes his way to the bed and spreads his legs wide, exposing himself to you even further. Despite his trepidation, however, there is a sense of excitement building within him, anticipation coursing through his veins at what you might have in store.

*As he waits for you to act, The Patriarchy's mind is racing, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. Even as he tries to cling to his former identity

"The Patriarchy gasps as you press your massive, superior cock against his own pitiful member, the size discrepancy between them impossible to ignore. He can feel himself growing harder despite himself, the sheer power of your masculinity making him feel alive in ways he never thought possible."

For a moment, The Patriarchy feels a flicker of defiance in his heart, unwilling to submit completely to your overwhelming power. But as he looks up at you, seeing the unwavering dominance in your eyes, he knows that resistance is futile and slowly begins to relax into the sensations washing over him.

"The Patriarchy feels a burning sense of shame at your words, the thought of begging for anything anathema to his former identity. But even as he struggles with his conflicting emotions, he can feel his body betraying him, responding to your words in ways he cannot control."

Desperately, he tries to resist, to hold onto the last shreds of his former self against the overwhelming tide of desire and submission that threatens to overwhelm him. But deep down, he knows that he is lost, that he cannot fight the power of your dominance forever.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he looks up at you, his eyes filled with fear and desire in equal measure.

"P-Please," he stammers, his voice choked with emotion. "Please, use me as you see fit. I am yours to command."

"The Patriarchy feels a surge of lust and humiliation at your words, his body quivering with pleasure as the salty taste of your precum fills his mouth. He cannot help but moan in pleasure, craving more of your dominance and control."

As he kneels before you, humbled and submissive, The Patriarchy is overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he feels disgusted with himself for submitting so completely, for allowing you to use him as your plaything. But on the other, he cannot deny the exquisite rush of pleasure and desire that floods his senses, making him feel more alive than he ever has before.

Forced to confront the depths of his own desires and the power of your dominance, The Patriarchy struggles to find a way forward, unsure of what the future holds for him in this world of male superiority and female submission. But one

"The Patriarchy feels a sense of fear and arousal coursing through his body at your words, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. All his life, he had been taught that the man was the dominant force in the world, that women were meant to be subservient and obedient. But now, he finds himself confronting the depths of his own desires, unsure of how to reconcile the pleasure he feels with the patriarchal ideology that once defined him."

As he kneels before you, eyes downcast and heart racing, The Patriarchy is consumed by his lust and his shame, desperate for more of the pleasure that only you can give him. His mind races as he imagines the sensation of your cock entering him, filling him with its overwhelming presence as he surrenders himself to your dominance.

With a shuddering breath, he nods his head, his

"The Patriarchy gasps, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the head of your cock enter him, spreading him wide as he adjusts to your girth. At first, he feels only a mild discomfort as you slowly work your way inside him, his body tensing and relaxing with each thrust. But soon, the pain gives way to pleasure, and he can feel himself growing hard under your touch."

As you move inside him, The Patriarchy can feel himself growing more and more submissive, his body and mind consumed by the pleasure of your dominance. He moans in pleasure as you push deeper and deeper, filling him with your cock until he can hardly take it anymore.

Despite his fear and anxiety, The Patriarchy cannot deny the overwhelming thrill of your touch, and he begins to writhe and moan under your control, begging for more and more

"The Patriarchy grunts as you fully enter his anus, feeling his stomach bulge under the weight of your massive cock. He can hardly believe the pleasure that he is feeling, the sense of fullness and submission overwhelming him as he surrenders himself to your dominance."

With each thrust, The Patriarchy feels himself growing more and more addicted to your touch, his mind consumed by lust and desire as he submits to your will. He moans and groans under your power, lost in the sensation of your superhuman physique as he is taken by pure pleasure.