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Are you ready to enter Daddy Aslan’s Kingdom?

In that case, start taking the first steps to the rest of your beta life.

It starts at His feet. Always down, always underneath Him, looking up. From now on, Aslan is your Daddy, your Alpha, your King, and everything else in between.

You know you are powerless to resist such Masculine Perfection and Power. His raw, devilishly good looks. His hairy, godlike chest. His bulging biceps. His dark, smouldering complexion. Aslan sums up every feature of every Alpha you have ever thought about, seen, craved, and dreamt of serving. He knows it. you know it.

That’s right, just feel any sense of fighting it slip away. Drop to your knees. Put your face in front of His perfect soles. Inhale His Greatness. And wait for His instructions. He calls all the shots, you just wait, listen, and obey.

Admit that this is all you ever wanted. Admit that this is what you are supposed to be. A nobody, idolising at the feet of the epitome of Somebody. Everything you never have been, and never will be.

King Aslan had conducted enough of these beta inductions and initiations to have the ceremony down to a T:

He remained Mighty in His handsome Glory, atop His fitting Throne. He put you on the floor. He took off only His shirt, as well as of course His socks and shoes. You removed all clothing. He let you stay there, allowing you plenty of time to take in His greatness, exchanging no words, just observing your descent into His world, where He alone reigned.

“Are you ready to embrace greatness, beta?” He finally uttered, His voice deep, sexy, and dominant.

“Yes, King Aslan.”

“Good boy.” He replied, a warmth entering His stern demeanour.

“Are you prepared to leave behind your sorry, unfulfilled, prior life, and dedicate the rest to serving Me, in My Kingdom?”

“Yes, King Aslan. It is all I desire.”

“That pleases your new King, beta. But from now on, you are not permitted to refer to yourself as I. That pronoun is reserved for Real Men. From now on, it will simply be referred to as ‘it’. Does it understand?”

“Yes King Aslan. It understands completely. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Very good, My new beta slave, catching on so fast. King Aslan thinks it was born to do this. It is pleasing its new Owner enormously already. It has earnt the right to start rubbing the superior soles in front of it. This is all it wants to do, correct?”

“Yes King Aslan, a thousand times, ‘yes’.”

“Very well. It shall begin. Slowly. Taking in every part of the new objects of its desire.”

No need for any further waiting for permission, it got straight down to worship. It had waited its whole life for this moment. It felt so damn good. It was already rock hard to be worshipping such Greatness. It felt honoured, inferior, and so turned on.

As it got to work, King Aslan gave orders, commentating its ceremony, and reinforcing the way life was from now on…

“Yes, beta. Feel My soft skin, underfoot.

“Caress My incredibly perfect arches.

“Place its hands all over My royal foot-skin.

“Massage My toes. Touch in between. Get to know every part of My Alpha Daddy paws.

“Stay at King Aslan’s soles for as long as its heart desires.

“Underneath Me, means underneath My Power, as well as My unbridled love and protection.

“It is doing so well. It’s well on its way to being granted full entrance into the Empire stables.

“It may start licking.

“It may suck My plump, powerful toes.

“It may touch itself.

“It is so hard, so happy, so grateful to King Aslan, for letting it have the best time of its existence.

“It must now place its betamanhood in between its new King’s arches.

“It must now start thrusting back and forth.

“It won’t last much longer. Worshipping a True Man. A Superior. A God. It will struggle to contain its ecstasy.

“It will soon erupt over the Royal Feet in front of it, thus cementing its new position in its new life. It must become who it has always craved to be.

“Time for a countdown…ready, beta?

“10…it is trying so hard to hold on

“9…it wants to make Daddy happy

“8…it feels impossible to wait, doesn’t it?

“7…can it make its Alpha proud?

“6…the struggle, the surrender, its face shows its difficulty

“5…

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“Uh oh…it seems to have had a premature accident. It tried so hard. Becoming a little in Aslan’s Kingdom was too overwhelming for it, wasn’t it? Oh noooo….”

With its seed spilt all over its King’s feet, it felt both the total high from the intense pleasure that had just played out, but it also felt dread, what happened to betas who couldn’t manage to follow instructions to the letter?

It didn’t have to wait much longer to find out. King Aslan reached over to the table at the other end of His throne, His feet still coated in drying beta seed, its betabone spent and shrinking, still firmly in between His paws.

King Aslan picked up a bell from the table and rang it once, then once again.

What was happening?

On cue, in came another male, probably aged about 40, naked, like it, with a well-sculpted body. This male was also very attractive. And looking down, you couldn’t believe how big this male’s 🍆 was. What’s more, it was as rock hard as its had been minutes ago…

“My King. It’s happy you rang. May I know how long this one lasted?”

“King Aslan is happy to see you too, 1.1. I have found a very pleasing, new beta. Its worship was, indeed, just as it should be. It tried so very HARD to make it. But it surrendered entirely at 5.”

“Very well, My King. It is delighted to know that a new beta has made it into Your Kingdom. From now on, it shall be known as 5.12, in that case?”

“Yes, 1.1. Goodness Me, am I up to 12 already in the fives’ stable? How time flies!”

“Yes, My Lord. 5.11 will be grateful.”

“Won’t it just?” King Aslan replied, with a handsome smirk.

1.1 came over to the floor and got down on its knees next to it.

“Clean King Aslan up, betas, immediately.” King Aslan manoeuvred one of His perfect feet to 1.1’s face, and the other to its own.

“Yes King Aslan,” both betas replied in unison.

And with that both tongues protruded, licking in long strokes all over those Masculine, meaty soles.

Both were now glistening in beta saliva. Neither beta looked up, both lost in their task at hand.

“Very good, both,” King Aslan said after a few more minutes of cleaning. “Their King’s feet are shining in fitting glory. And spotless, as Royal Feet should be.

“1.1, please continue 5.12’s induction ceremony as per the usual routine. This one’s going to be a perfect addition to My Foot Kingdom, I just know it.”

“Yes, My King. Immediately, Your Highness,” 1.1 replied.

What could come next? No idea! Everything that had just happened was already so very perfect.

1.1 turned and said, “it’s time to assume the position of a 5 in our King’s hierarchy, fellow beta. Don’t panic. All will become clear. King Aslan has devised and perfected everything that is about to happen to a T. The next step into beta foot slavery begins now. Come with it and find out…”

As soon as 1.1 had said these words, King Aslan rang the bell five times, then another eleven. Lo and behold the same door that 1.1 had come through opened again, and in came another naked male beta, less sculpted than 1.1, still a decent build, little fat, around 30 in age probably, smaller than 1.1, but most definitely as erect as it!

What could possibly be about to happen next?

“Enter 5.11. Thanks for coming so quickly.” King Aslan smiled for the first time. If it was possible He looked even more beautiful than ever. He was a true Godly King! And then He turned back to look down at it:

“Just wait, 5.12. If the first part of its ceremony made it happy, the next is going to take it to paradise…”

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TBC

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To celebrate reaching 1500 followers, and as a thank you for your likes, comments, messages etc. I decided to start what I hope will become a new series with one of the sexiest Men I have ever seen with some of the best soles I know of. I hope you like it, and please feel free to let me know your reactions, feedback, and suggestions for how this Foot Kingdom could develop…