Meet God Alpha Shane!

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!

Yours,

sam the faggot