The Story Of Greenfaggot

I haven’t been updating much of what’s happening in the house of God Master Dino and his family/extended family of Alphas and faggots living under his roof. Why? Well, Master Dino and I felt it would be better to leave out certain details in order to protect some of the people involved. Sadly, we live in a judgmental and litigious society where people are always seeking to bring down others.

Suffice it to say that the Master Dino clan is doing well. My dear Jamie is back home from the hospital recovering from cancer with the help of multiple loads a day from several of the Alpha cocks in the house. Master Chad, son of God Dino, married his faggot C.C. (formerly known as Zak) and now has two of the babies he’s fathered in the last year living in the house.

Frankly, their story is so sprawling and littered with names and name changes that I’ve mostly lost track at this point!

One of the more intriguing characters in the house is Master Shane, one of the bodyguards employed by God Dino to protect the compound. A straight Alpha, Master Shane is a sexy, confident Apex Alpha hunter of the highest order. Once the Alpha Gods there taught him about faggot pussy, he realized that he could use the hole of anyone he wanted on the planet.

Master Shane has a brazen confidence that allows him to bring multiple holes (female and faggot) back to the compound to service the Men there. He has no issue with spotting a faggot in public, walking up to it, and essentially capturing it. His boldness probably surpasses Master Chad, the previous unstoppable force in the house.

One night Master Shane encountered a faggot in a bar and changed its life forever. Once it became part of God Dino’s household, its name was changed to “greenfaggot” (there’s also “bluefaggot”), and greenfaggot was claimed by Master Chad as part of his “house” within God Dino’s property.

Are you still with me? See what I’m talking about with the names and shit? It’s like Hierarchical Inception. I’d need multiple whiteboards and a team of people to track this stuff!

ANYWAY I recently heard from greenfaggot, and my gentle brother told me his story. And since it is one of the rare stories out of the compound without any incriminating evidence, I thought I’d share it:

Hello friend,    i am the property of MASTER AND SAVIOR CHAD.  i am called greenfaggot.

Because i am happy and so totally fulfilled our faggot mother superior jamie convinced me to share how i came to belong to THE most masculine Man i’ve ever known. Every Man in this household is special. They are Gods walking on earth surrounded by mere mortals, faggots, animals and females. i cannot believe My good fortune. Daily i am blessed by serving Them and MASTER AND SAVIOR CHAD even allows me to aid in the raising of His offspring. mommy has convinced me He will not be opposed to my speaking to you about Him and i do have much to say. However i will not expound upon His virtues or the power He exudes too long because i know your time is valuable. we faggots are allowed access to your web page so please let me say personally to you-apart from mommy i admire you above all faggotry. you open the world to faggots and do more to tell our stories than anyone before. The Men we serve listen to your podcasts with us and discuss the subject matter after. we faggots are actually encouraged by Them to offer our lowly thoughts after They have given Theirs. Isn’t that amazing? They really want to know how we feel.

However, mommy says you are aware of MASTER’S honeymoon orgy and know Daddy and mommy and the babies along with bluefaggot and I are the only ones left here this week. Oh, and mommy’s nurses are here as well. It is a pleasure of belonging to my MASTER that i and bluefaggot are allowed to serve our Father and THE ONE TRUE GOD, MASTER DINO in His absence. As a faggot it is sheer delight to have MASTER DINO to use ‘bluey’ and i this entire week. i could never explain just how meaningful a gesture such as this is but MASTER CHAD always makes sure His property is well maintained and happy. 

i also realize the faggot experience in this home is different than others because of several factors of which you are also aware. i had a Master before this and He was good. He was my history professor in college and He showed me I was a faggot and taught me most Masters don’t desire the stereotypical ‘dumb faggots’. He educated me not only in faggotry but in formal education and in ‘street smarts’. i suppose i am luckier than most faggots. i worshiped Him but He died suddenly. His family, from whom He had hidden nothing, threw me out and I was left with nothing. The only reason I survived it all was He had secretly left me a trustfund which provides a small stipend each month. It was enough to pay for living expenses until I found another Master. Upon the new Master’s taking of me through paperwork and attorneys the money would go to Him. It was also a provision of His will that should things not work out with the new Master all reverted to me and i could wait for another or live without a Master without fear of being homeless. 

All that brings me to being in a straight bar some months ago. I prefer straight Masters and haunted straight bars nightly. i missed MASTER TYRONE so badly that i was not choosing well and always seemed to pick the Men who raped and beat me. Worse than they were the ones who seemed excellent prospects who used me well, made me hopeful and then vanished after promising much. This particular evening i was beginning to give up hope of ever finding another Master and had resigned myself to getting wasted every day and going home to MASTER TYRONE’S picture and spend hours riding the dido He had fashioned from His cock. After multiple orgasms i cried until i would sleep. Mornings after breakfast that cycle resumed. That was to be my life or so i thought. 

So, i sat, miserable, at a table drinking enough alcohol to numb the pain and calm the cocaine buzz I used to have the energy to leave the apartment when the HOTTEST guy strutted in. The bartender obviously knew Him, called Him Tank, and poured Him a Jamison on ice. He surveyed the room and smiled at me. I grinned slightly and cast my eyes downward to show deference. Instantly He was at the table asking to sit. I looked up to His chest but no further. He said, “You are faggot, right?” Terrified I nodded. He laughed, downed His scotch and snapped His fingers over His head. More was brought immediately and He asked if I were owned. I told Him i had been but my Master was killed in a car crash. Tears filled my eyes and He took my chin in His big hand and commanded I look in His eyes. He then told me briefly of His Brothers and Father, about this house, and how He was looking to find faggots for Them to use. It sounded rather fanciful to my oft deceived ears but I said I would happily go with Him. He told me He would return in an hour and we’d go there. my face must’ve shown my skepticism because He told me I could believe Him and as a gesture of good faith this huge Man picked me up and really kissed me until i thought i would cum or faint and then He was gone. I slumped back in my chair and pondered if this long-haired muscled God would return. Several people had jeered and ĺaughed as He kissed me and He had good-naturedly told them to “get fucked” as He left. 

An hour and 20 minutes later i decided i had been lied to again and went to pay my bill at the bar. The bartender was on His phone and he smiled at me and asked, “Are you a pretty little cumhole?” i felt my face flush and tears came to my eyes. He laughed again and said, “Hey cunt, don’t cry. Tank’s on the phone and He just asked if that pretty little cumhole He was gonna fuck was still here. He’s outside in the black Escalade.” I froze mid way to paying my tab and the man added, “Ahh, He’ll pay it. Well, what the fuck ya waiting for bitch? A goddamned engraved invitation? Get outta here faggot.” I had wings getting outside. There He stood no shirt, feet apart. He saw me and whistled for me. The back hatch was open and 2 other faggots were there giggling like school girls. I must’ve looked disappointed because He smiled, reminded me that He had Brothers and slapped my ass. Then He picked me up and sat Me with the others. Before He closed us in He shook His head and said, “Goddamn I did good today. You faggots don’t know how happy you’re gonna be.”

When we arrived we were presented to MASTER CHAD, the eldest and obviously the ruler and the very hot but quiet MASTER DEAN. I nearly came just looking at them. If we faggots had been dying of thirst then these partially clothed Gods were tall, cool barrels of water. We were used by each but at the end if service I knew I belonged to MASTER AND SAVIOR CHAD. There was no returning to my former life. With no shame whatsoever I BEGGED Him to please find a place in His admittedly full life for me. He held me as i spewed forth with my story and need of a Master such as He. Now i am His number 2 faggot and if something happened to c.c., His faggotwife, i am next in line to be His ‘queen. 

Before i stop let me say this-even though there could be there is no jealousy between faggots as all used by all the Men with no Man wanting 1 faggot alone. Each day at least 2 of the 4 Men here fill my pussy with cum after absolutely fucking the hell out of me. It is glorious. we faggots share our experiences with each other and with mommy. We are all family here and help each other anyway we can. mommy guides us with wisdom and has outrageous, but true, stories of her long years of service to THE ONE TRUE GOD our FATHER. Each night as I go to sleep bloated with cum from these GODS i picture MASTER TYRONE looking happily down on His faggot and knowing i am cared for and loved.

First I want to highlight Master Shane’s brazenness once again. I imagine that 99% of Men (including Alphas) wouldn’t have the balls to stroll up to a male at a bar and open a conversation like that. It’s just not done in polite, PC-controlled society.

But it’s Hierarchically perfect.

So what made greenfaggot different from the rest of the holes used and discarded at God Dino’s compound every day? First of all, greenfaggot had been expertly trained by Master Tyrone before his untimely death, laying the groundwork and the emotional strength needed to open up to these Apex Alphas. Greenfaggot laid bare its sorrow and fear to Master Chad and the others, and they took it in as a way to protect and nurture it.

In other words, greenfaggot SURRENDERED ITSELF. So many faggots fail to do this simple and critical step! Alphas can sense when a faggot is being elusive or dodgy. Contrast that with the way greefaggot opened its heart to these imposing and powerful Alphas!

I feel sorry for greenfaggot for losing such an impactful Alpha like Master Tyrone early in its development, but now greenfaggot has found its true place!

After greenfaggot wrote the above to me, Jamie followed up with an additional anecdote that sheds further light on greenfaggot’s new role in God Dino’s compound:

I just wanted to say thanks for acknowledging greenfaggot (little lloyd). It’s so sweet and super intelligent. When it first told me about the death of it Master we cried together and bonded. In intelligence it reminds me of our resident genius Dean. In lust, it is as hungry for cock as me. Hehe It is as sweet as bunny. I love all my faggots and even though Daddy wouldn’t like my phrasing I would cut a bitch if anybody hurt one of my babies and that means Alpha or faggot.

Greenfaggot was so happy that Chad took it for life I believe it will never again be unhappy. To prove its devotion it asked Chaddie to accompany it outside where it buried its former Master’s dildo as a sign of respect and commitment to Master Chad. That really touched my Chaddie and what do you know ? In a week or so Chad asked greenfaggot to come to Daddy’s room where Daddy and He had just filled my holes. It came in humbly and Chad removed a gift box from under the bed. Greenfaggot was hesitant but I nodded that it should take it. Inside was a new dildo. It and I knew immediately it was a copy of Chad’s beautiful cock. I cried, it cried and it knelt and began kissing Chaddie’s feet and that turned into quite a scene. Daddy was very proud of His first born Son. Greenfaggot also learned how devotion and service with heart moves these Alphas. It will never leave this house. It is content. At night if not in use it rides Chad’s dildo and sniffs and chews His dirty boxers like I used to use Daddy’s boxers years ago when He was gone for periods of time.

Oh sam, I’m so proud of My Alpha Sons AND my faggot ‘girls’. They live only to please the Men. When you get right down to it, what else is there?

Well said, sista! Well said!