GAY DOMINATED WORLD

In this world, order is absolute, and classification is the foundation of society. Every individual is born into a predetermined role, their status etched into the very fabric of existence. There is no rebellion, no resistance—only the seamless acceptance of one’s place in the grand design. From the highest Supreme Alpha to the lowest Zeta, every class serves a purpose, forming the rigid but harmonious structure that sustains civilization.

The Alphas, rulers and warriors, stand at the pinnacle of authority. Fully clothed in commanding uniforms that differ by rank, they govern, enforce laws, and maintain the structured order. Their word is final, their presence undeniable. Among them, the Supreme Alphas hold the greatest power, leading vast enterprises and commanding legions, while Noble Alphas serve as their dignified enforcers. Common Alphas maintain order at the local level, ensuring that every citizen fulfills their role.

The Omegas are the heart of society, revered for their fertility and grace. They are delicate, their soft, flowing garments a visual testament to their submissive nature. The Prime Omegas—rarest and most exalted—enjoy the highest luxuries, their choices absolute. Noble Omegas, though slightly lesser in status, are still prized, their lives wrapped in finery and protection. Common Omegas, while more numerous, still receive great respect, their presence essential to the world’s continuity.

The Sigmas stand apart—neither dominant nor submissive but adaptable, balancing the structure with their versatility. Bare-chested at all times, their clothing varies based on status, signaling their ability to shift between roles as needed. The Elite Sigmas maneuver between leadership and diplomacy, while Common Sigmas and Subordinate Sigmas serve where society demands.

The Betas exist solely in service, their place as submissive pets defined from birth. Adorned in pet attire—ears, tails, cock pouches, and knee pads—they move through life as obedient servants to Alphas and Omegas. Prime Betas receive slight favor, their submission refined, while Common Betas toil in silent servitude. Degraded Betas serve as living examples of inferiority, their treatment harsh and humiliating, reinforcing the natural order.

Below them, the Epsilons are the labor ****, stripped of all dignity but allowed a minimal covering—a mere loincloth to signify their role. Epsilon Primes serve in refined domestic work, while Common Epsilons engage in menial labor. Degraded Epsilons, punished for disobedience, are subjected to the filthiest tasks, their bodies marked with broken chain tattoos.

And at the very bottom lie the Zetas, the outcasts, the forsaken. Devoid of identity, autonomy, or even the right to wear clothing, they exist as living property, always naked, marked only by ownership and degradation. Prime Zetas hold the dubious honor of being useful enough to serve in display roles, while Common Zetas are worked to exhaustion. Degraded Zetas, utterly broken, serve as public reminders of failure—bought, sold, and discarded at will.

This is the way of life. It is unquestioned, unchallenged, and eternal. Each class knows its place, and in their acceptance, society thrives. To be classified is to have purpose, and to have purpose is to be complete.

AUTHOR NOTE

Dear Readers,

Thank you for joining me on this journey through our intricate and diverse world. I am thrilled to share this story with you and appreciate your enthusiasm and support. Please note that new chapters will be updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Your feedback and engagement are invaluable to me, so feel free to share your thoughts and reactions as we delve deeper into the lives and struggles of our characters. Also kindly turn on the GAME MODE for more experience.

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[RASUN]