Eight years ago singer/songwriter/actor Troye Sivan released an audacious trilogy of music videos from his groundbreaking Blue Neighborhood album. The three-song cycle is comprised of Troye’s songs “Wild”, “Fools”, and “Talk Me Down”, and it follows two young boys who grow into adolescence and fall in love with each other, only to be violently torn apart by one of the fathers.
It’s a story that plays out all the time around the world, and it’s heartbreaking every single time it happens.
The sad resignation of “Talk Me Down” has always stuck with me; it’s one of my favorite songs from Troye. The final shot is hauntingly memorable and open to interpretation. There are no easy answers here, and the cycle gives the viewer impressions of feelings rather than heavy-handed story. But the cumulative weight of those feelings … it’s overwhelming.
I wanted to share this because there isn’t enough art being made that really plumbs the depths of what it means to be gay and desiring of unattainable hopes.
I guess I’m just in a mood to share something from the heart tonight.
This young Alpha courageously and defiantly blasting ICE and National Guard troops in Los Angeles is none other than Wyatt Russell, son of Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn.
He is doing what all true Alphas do: use their power to defend righteousness and truth and the vulnerable and the weak.
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been almost six long months since we last heard from straight Master Kenzo. I never worry too much about God Alphas or their faggots, because typically Alphas at that power level have everything in their lives working perfectly all the time.
And, as I suspected, things are going very well with Master Kenzo. He still owns his first faggot, the ever-loyal Kevin, and he continues to dominate faggots and females wherever he goes.
But Master Kenzo had a specific reason to write to me, one that I found shocking and incredibly telling about exactly how powerful a God Alpha can be. I’m not even going to spoil it or preface it. I’ll just let the King tell it himself:
I think it’s time to give you some updated news of the wondrous things that happened in My life since last January.
First of all, since I left you with the cuckolding of a former high school mate, I’m going to briefly summarize what’s happened since then.
As I told you, I just loved to enslave a straight dude and his wife and to compel him to surrender to My superiority. Since it’s been a while, I want to emphasize one point: this guy is a former high school bully I’d mastered, he’s not a little faggot. He’s married to a former high school girfriend of Mine. When I saw him again, he was still a very masculine guy, quite macho even. That’s why I decided to submit him. The challenge was so great.
What I LOVED was that he often offered a bit of resistance, which made things much more exiting. Most of the time, though, all I had to do was raise my voice and he would calm down and obey. Sometimes, I had to go so far as to slap or spank him. Only once did I have to restrain him and put him on the floor, with My foot on his head, and make him swear not to disobey Me again. Over time, he became more and more resigned, less and less resistant. Of course, I continued to slap and spank him from time to time, just because it was fun.
So, after the first time I told you, I frequently went back to their place to fuck his wife, My former girfriend. Once in a while, I took the opportunity to spend some time chilling with her, and have the hubby serve us. On several occasions, I forced him to prepare for us a beautiful candlelit dinner and to wait on us at the table. Often, he had to lie on the floor at our feet while we cuddled on the sofa. And to massage and worship My feet, of course. I also used him as a footstool, more than once, for the entire duration of a movie.
Some moments were particularly hard for him. There had been stages. Each time, he refused, shouted, fought back. It was at these moments that I had to discipline him by force. The first time was when I forced him to watch Me fuck his wife. Eventually, he complied and kissed My feet while I fucked her ass.
The next couple of times were when I forced him to take himself My cock and cum. First in the mouth, then in the ass. I’ll always remember the first time I face-fucked him. I ordered him to look me straight in the eyes while he had My cock in his mouth. I saw in his eyes terror, defeat, resignation, the certainty that he was losing all his manhood. When I ejaculated into his throat, it was as if I saw in his soul all self-esteem and male pride disappearing.
I think his final defeat was when I forced him to get naked, on the floor, and that I pissed on him, while his girlfriend watched. He burst into tears, he asked “Why? Why are you doing this?”. I replied very calmly, “Because I can. And because I enjoy it.”
You know what the best part is, faggot? It’s that this boy really had a dominant side. He probably could have become an Alpha, a minor one no doubt, but still a straight Alpha if he’d had as dedicated a slave as I have with Kevin.
But I’ve decided otherwise. I decided that his life would be the life of a cuck slave to a God Alpha. To Me. And My decision is paramount.
That’s enough for now. But there is more to say. In my last update to you, after I first cucked him, I wrote: “I wonder if he’s already processing that he will never father child of his own. I won’t permit it. His wife’s womb is Mine.” So, next time, I’ll tell you about the day I had to give him a beating and put him on the floor. Stay tuned.
Until later, faggot,
You can almost hear the delicious satisfaction dripping from Master Kenzo’s words as he recounts how he subjugated this former straight bully. Movies and television love to depict stories bullies getting their comuppance, but none of that approaches what Master Kenzo did to this guy!
Although described with a bit of a dramatic flourish (I’m not complaining … I can appreciate it), Master Kenzo’s depiction of this former bully’s panic and final resignation as Master Kenzo’s dick and cum filled his throat is probably accurate. And yet, he didn’t fight it too hard! This is important, because deep down he knew this was his right place hierarchically. Master Kenzo had already fucked and bred his girlfriend, effectively stealing her away from him.
And now Master Kenzo is stealing away his Manhood. There would be an expected amount of panic involved!
I’m a faggot, and I’ve never been a straight Man, so I can’t pretend to know what this former bully felt in that moment. When my first Alpha first throat fucked me, it felt like I’d just arrived home after being lost. But for this bully, Master Kenzo’s cock was like Excalibur in battle, stabbing again and again until its victim was dead.
The only resurrection available to this former bully is a new life … as Master Kenzo’s conquered faggot!
I want to make a point about this conquest that might be overlooked if we only focus on the surface dramatics. This depth of conquest was made possible only because Master Kenzo started using his faggot Kevin sexually. Once Master Kenzo realized the power involved in fucking a sub male and feeding/breeding it with his cum, ANYTHING was possible for him to accomplish.
For example, imagine Master Kenzo was like weaker and less secure straight Men out there who refuse to use faggots sexually. Then he wouldn’t have done the things he did do to completely take ownership of this bully. He might’ve beaten this bully up or humiliated him in some other “manlier” ways. But these things only have temporary effect, and will allow the man to recover himself.
But what Master Kenzo did cannot ever be erased or restored! Master Kenzo throat fucked this guy and fed him his load! He pissed all over this guy! Master Kenzo destroyed his masculinity and his will to fight FOREVER.
And that was only possible because straight Master Kenzo accepted the sexual worship of his first faggot!
You can understand Master Kenzo’s pride in this achievement, can’t you? I know I’m enormously proud of him. He’s one of the sharpest and most confident God Alphas I know. There seems to be no ceiling to what’s possible with him!
I have a story and interview coming with a faggot owned by a trucker, and the faggot’s purpose is to keep its Owner’s balls emptied daily. It’s called PURPOSE!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise and development of Master Shane (nickname: Tank), a straight God Alpha who rose to hierarchical power under the guidance of Master Dino and Master Chad. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Trust me, I feel your pain.
The intersecting true stories of Alphas and faggots coming from Master Dino’s mountain sanctuary is so bewildering and seemingly impossible that I have a hard time keeping up with it. When something happens with any one of them my inbox is flooded with emails describing it from each perspective, and it’s my job as a reporter to try and streamline a narrative that makes some sort of sense.
Now why is this so important to me? Because I’ve fallen in love with these Alphas and faggots and their absolutely insane and fulfilling lifestyle! There simply is no better example of the power of pure hierarchical truth than Master Dino’s extended (and rapidly growing) family safeguarded at his heavily-guarded Compound in the hills.
I plan to create a flowchart to outline the current players involved in this sprawling, Yellowstone-like saga (because frankly I NEED THE HELP, just like you do!).
At Master Dino’s Compound there are many faggots, many with (literally) colorful names (they’re labeled by colors and are referred to as “the rainbow”). Then there are several God-level Alphas: Master Dino, his sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and then two “adopted” sons, Master Cal and Master Shane (Tank).
But let’s try to focus on the primary subject of this post: the glorious Master Shane.
Readers of FWA (the previous incarnation of this site) are probably somewhat familiar with Master Shane. Admittedly, you’d need a photographic memory, because he was mentioned only fleetingly in the narrative on the old site, and I never did a full post only about him. I’ve never been able to speak directly with Master Shane; I know about him mostly from the many reams of emails I share with everyone there (you really have no idea how much work and research I do behind the scenes of what you read here).
But here’s some background: Master Chad discovered Master Shane (prior to Master Shane’s introduction to the use of faggots) at a bar. Master Shane struck an immediate impression with Master Chad because Master Shane (referred to by the locals as “Tank”) was a buff, long-haired Alpha with camera-ready good looks. The two Alphas became fast Alpha brothers, and Master Chad introduced him to the Compound and the glories of faggot worship. Soon thereafter Master Shane took a position as a security guard at the Compound, while also partaking of the fleshly pleasures of faggot service and the occasional female he and Master Chad rustled up. And, like most true Alphas there, he ascended and became more powerful under the tutelage of Masters Dino, Chad, and Dean.
And that’s where left the story when I had my unfortunate episode with the fucked-up U.S. Bureau Of Prisons.
Upon my return, there was no mention of Master Shane, and I didn’t think to ask given the weight of circumstances surrounding my faggot brother Jamie’s death.
But then two days ago I received an amazing letter directly from Master Shane himself! And, like the rest of the Alphas living at the Compound, Master Shane is expressive and erudite and a pure blast of Alpha bravado.
Here’s his letter:
It’s me, Tank. Chad says you been locked up. Was there a prisoner left without an empty bag? Lol Sorry you got caught up in shit. I like you.
I live in Ireland now. Got a little stone cottage, still own little d and jon, who was bluefaggot until Brother gave her to me. I own one more fag named paddy. She’s Irish and I got a good life. I got a book of poetry I wrote that’s selling well there and I have reams more to compile. It’s a simple, good life. The faggots serve Me well and keep Me drained. In between writing and breeding My girls several times a day, life is sweet. I get on well with the local dudes. They love to drink and fight. I’m right at home there. Thanks to Pop, I even have an Alpha buddy there and We occasionally switch fags for fun and variety but He’s a homebody like Me. Our own holes are pleasure enough except when the Manimal starts scratching to be released. Even then, I hardly ever want new holes. Those days are pretty much over. I am well served at home.
I’m here because Pop dropped in on Me last week and told Me about mommy. Fuck sam, mommy was the greatest. I still miss her sweet throat. she swallowed My 12 incher like it was a Goddamned aspirin! Fuck, she soothed My mind and pleasured My body AND showed the green kid that just showed up in her home that He was an ALPHA MALE! Pop is darker than I’ve ever seen. He used My properties and thrilled them. He also terrified them unintentionally. He’s really ready to take on the world. He will make sure to blaze a path of destruction in His rage. little d is Pop’s nephew and she said she’d never seen Pop like this but the whore loved His roughness. The pussy was hurt but she didn’t care. I love fags: a bleeding pussy is a badge of honor. I get it. It does feel kind of good hurting fags a little bit because they behave like fallen soldiers, all humble and stoic about their “war wounds” as well as proud of their accomplishments pleasing Men.
I met and like Cal and, of course, I had My Brother Dean remind Me of the Alpha fights and pleasures We used to have. He’s still a tough, intelligent Alpha dude and He sure makes bunny (excuse Me, jaye) happy. Hell, before I could get in the door that little slut had My cock out and down her throat! she is definitely a size queen. she’s made sure to drink every load I’d let her have until Dino pulled her off Me! Lol It’s great knowing I’m missed.
Finally, My Brother Chad. What can I say? He’s more of a MAN than I’ll ever be. You fucking KNOW how much I love The Savior. After We “caught up” (lol) He told Me about His Sons. Boy, is He PROUD of those Little Lords. I asked the number of kids cause it was over 40 when I left. He said 38 or 39 because 1 died and like 4 others weren’t His, the cunts were knocked up before He fucked them and after blood tests the truth came out.
I’ve been here 7 hours and the rainbow of whores have had 9 nuts from Me. And there’s a Goddamned line around the corner, waiting to ride the longest Alpha cock in the place. Lol Chad is looking over My shoulder and yelling, “Fuck you Tank. Why don’t you tell her what You been REALLY wanting from Your superior Alpha Brother?” and laughed His ass off. Fucker. You are already knowledgeable of the sessions with The Savior and He knows it but Chad deservedly likes to announce His triumphs, be they Alpha or faggot. I’m not ashamed to say I am more powerful after We tussle and He breeds Me. No other Man on earth will ever do that except My Brother. It charges My fucking batteries and then together We take all the fags until they are ravaged and passed out. I can’t explain it, don’t really care to. It’s just a fact. The Holy Savior just makes everybody fall in love. He’s the perfect balance of gentleman and serial rapist. One can’t fight Him, you just want to submit. For Me, that was a big shocker. I never wanted to get fucked by anyone before. If you remember My story, I was a hustler and a couple of times I took it up the ass because of the cash but I fucking hated it. Swore it would never happen again after I met Pop and He showed Me the world. I truly believe there isn’t a Man alive, no matter His preference, who could refuse Chad’s gifts-IF He is honest. Pop is the only one I’ve met who can dominate Chad and that’s as it should be.
But enough of that, the rainbow has lunch on the table. jaye and cc have remembered all My favs and I’m starving! Coq au vin, yellow squash casserole, biscuits and honey, Egyptian green beans, and red velvet cake! Fuck, I miss My Family. After lunch and a nut, Us Guys are headed out to hunt for holes just like the old days. Life is great, faggot. I hope things turn out as well for you, sam. I hope you got plenty of Alpha cock and cum. It’s your purpose so don’t let the world or work get in the way of fulfillment, fruit. You NEED Alpha ownership to be happy. Don’t forget yourself in your rush to enlighten your brethren. You NEED guidance and cum, never shortchange yourself. you’re a good faggot.
Dream about My cock, sam. All the faggots love My sweet pole burrowing into their holes. They may scream at first but, oh how they BEG for it once they become accustomed to its massive heft and My punishing rut. Good to talk to you, sam. Heed My advice, little hole.
Master Tank
WHEW! Did you get all of that?
A few things pop out in Master Shane’s letter:
1. Yes, Master Shane prostituted himself when he was young. He had a very troubled early life, and became a classic case of latent Alphahood. Of course, nature provided evidence of his true purpose with that 12-inch dick (someone else told me it was 12.5 inches), so his Alphahood was merely dormant and waiting for the spark provided by Master Chad.
2. Master Chad has bred or fed all of the other Alphas at the Compound except his father, Master Dino. So in pure hierarchical terms, Master Chad is the truest God Alpha among them. The other Alphas who have received Master Chad’s copious ejaculations (he has hyperspermia) report that they feel even more energized and powerful (as Master Shane mentions here). I intend to write more about this phenomena later.
3. Notice how the faggots in the Compound, despite being owned by certain Alphas, are expected to be shared properties among the Alpha brothers. This is, of course, a dream assignment for any faggot; midnight rapes, testosterone-scented sheets, unforgiving throat fucks, and torrents of cum constantly pumping into every orifice. It’s a non-stop orgy, but one filled with deep love and security.
4. As Master Shane mentioned, Master Dino stopped by Ireland to visit with him. Following the death of his fag-wife Jamie, Master Dino embarked on a globe-trotting quest to test his mettle and release the rage and pain he’s feeling from his profound loss. He’s currently in Nepal with Master Chad and training with an elite group of warriors there. I’m sure I’ll eventually know more about this.
As a writer myself, I was thrilled to learn about Master Shane’s poetry book. I can only imagine what a book of poetry from a God Alpha might be like, but I hope he will share some of it with me. These little surprises I discover from the denizens of the Compound (both Alpha and faggot) keep me forever in love with them all.
I’m just deeply grateful to Master Shane for sharing more of his life with me. As always, I’m humbled to the core to carry the words of the greatest Alphas on the planet and share them with others still learning about the deeper and more meaningful aspects of hierarchy.
Thank you Master Shane, and the rest of the Family as well!
