SIZE DIFFERENCE!

Look how much fun this giant Alpha is having with this scrawny little fggot! He delights in carrying it around on his dick and pumping loads into it!

What’s the use of natural power if you’re not going to enjoy it?

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight God Alpha Master Phillip, a new addition to the paradise compound of Master Dino and his sons Master Chad and Master Dean. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s honestly shocking how many straight God Alphas have gravitated to Master Dino’s family compound over the years I’ve known them (it’s been about five years now!). Of course, he produced two God Alphas himself with sons Master Chad and Master Dean, but then Master Shane came along and then Master Cal connected with them through this site … it’s seemingly endless.

I do think it says something about Hierarchy that these God Alphas gravitate to each other. They sense each other’s power and are drawn to it, like seeing one’s reflection in a mirror. They also inherently know that the only way they grow and increase their power is by congregating with their brothers, because through close association, rough-housing, and combative sports they develop the lethality of Earth’s greatest warriors.

Now The Family has packed up and left the Crumbling States of Trump to take up residence on a tropical island, and I wondered if their God Alpha Development Program™ might be put on pause.

Instead, Master Chad has discovered a powerful new straight God Alpha who seems to be virtually his carbon copy both in virility as well as dark volatility. His name is Master Phillip, and after this introduction you will spend your life shivering in both excitement and fear at the mere mention of his name.

Here’s his story:

My name is Montgomery Phillip Hall IV. My best bud Chad told me to use his email because I don’t have one. Fucker dared me to share the story of how we met and shit. Since you know Chad you know how slick the fucker is and how he’s got a way of dominating every Goddamn situation, here I am. He’s conked out still. I’m exhausted but can’t sleep. My mind is still racing. The party for “the Savior” lasted three days. I’ve done more drugs and definitely fucked more fags than ever in my life.

 I met this fucker in a bar about six years ago. Fucker was sixteen. I was 20. We had a rowdy good time drinking and bullshitting like guys do. After a good time bonding Chad said his wife was outside to pick him up. We went out and I saw his wife was a fucking dude! Well, one thing lead to another and after I called him faggot he beat my fucking ass, man. I mean, never have a lost a fight. I’m in great fucking shape but this dude was mutherfucking TOUGH! In only 15 minutes, I was bloody and pinned to the ground. The “wife” was out of the car and He said, “Tell me you love me, cunt” through clenched teeth. C.C. said “I love you Savior.” Then I felt His fucking hard bone grow against my ass! Then the fucker said, “Want me to show you right fucking here just who’s the faggot, punk?” I tried hard to throw him off but no go. In three fucking seconds he undid my jeans, keeping me pinned while I bucked and cursed. He said to yeah, keep doing that after my dick is in ya. I freaked knowing I was about to be fucked by a dude in a bar parking area in front of anybody walking by! 

Then, quick as a flash, he was on his feet and extending a hand to help me up. I pondered it a sec. Is the smiling, evil fucker going to actually help me or throw me over his shoulder and off the pier? He just grinned and nodded so I acquiesed, as I found myself doing time and again over the next seven or so years. He said he wanted nothing but friendship from me, that he really liked me. Then he slowly began introducing me into his world. Fuck! When I found out about the rainbow and Alpha life I was fucking knocked back a peg. Of course, ever since puberty, I’ve had queers blow me. There’s not a straight Man alive that won’t use a queer mouth if its all that’s available. Any dude denying he ain’t fed a fag at some point is a Goddamn liar. Or a fucked up closet case. 

 It took some time to get over the shock and awe of things like Pop. Wow! What a man he is. As manly as Chad is, Pop is everything masculine in this world, man. I’m telling you, I would NEVER cross that dude and anything he says to do-you fucking do it! Some call him God and I understand it. He, Chad, Dean, and even Cal to varying degrees possess every masculine trait in nature. Now, I’ve always felt myself very manly, very macho. I’m attractive, never a problem to find a cunt to fuck. Got a nice furry chest and an almost nine incher so yeah, sometimes I got to knock cunts off of me. They always fall in love even when I tell them not to. I was made to fuck every available hole. I didn’t want attachments and still don’t. Chad’s life intrigued me so sure, it didnt take long for me to start letting fags blow me. The Men here are like me in that I like busting five or six times a day. The one thing I couldn’t do was fuck one. I’m not sure why. I mean, it made me a hard mutherfucker to watch the other guys fucking fags. I think part of it was, I felt I had submitted to Chad by not winning the fight so I wasn’t going to let the fucker see me fuck a fag because he kept riding me to fuck one. It was like another submission in a way. I don’t know. It’s just the way men think. I hadn’t yet accepted my buddy was also my superior. We’re pretty equally matched but when you get right to it, he’s the better man. The last obstacle happened a week ago. Chad was being blown by greenfaggot and me by C.C. After I nutted I was still hard and Chad told me to “Stop fucking playing, bro. You KNOW you want to fuck one. Look you’re still fucking hard dude. You think I’m a real fucking man, don’t you? I’m a masculine dude? Fags are made for us men to use and cum in. Yeah, I love my faggot wife but that don’t mean all dudes will do that. Come on brother. There’s a open hole on the other end of this fag just begging for cock.” The faggot’s hole quivered as it clenched itself getting ready. Fuck, that was it. Chad laughed as I got ready. He said, “Dude, fuck it, rape it. I know you got them wild man urges somewhere in you. Fucking rape the bitch.” I slammed my cock into the tightest, most talented pussy ever. I busted in about two minutes. Then I calmed my ass down before I proceeded to fuck every faggot hole in the place. Chad lined them up. I’d fuck and cum in them. Then another took it’s place. I honestly don’t remember much of the frenzy because I literally passed out from exhaustion getting a blowjob much later on. My Brothers here still fuck with me about that. Since then, we men have received and met many challenges using faggots like sex toys. It’s kind of like my military school years where dudes jack together except we fuck fags together. It also took some time to accept my place in the macho pecking order because before Chad, I’ve always been the Apex male. I do admit my brother is more of a Man. Hell, who can compete with a God.

So now the world knows I LOVE fucking faggot holes. I mean, in my village I’m known as a stud. I got cunts lining up for Me but there’s a fucking charge cumming in fags that I don’t get from cunts. I think it’s because cunts, even when their appreciative, never truly and totally submit as they should. Fags sumbit, fags beg, fags worship–just as females should, but don’t. If cunts showed proper devotion as they should fags would be out of business. But, good for fags, they don’t. If men like Pop and Chad got no qualms using fags, then I sure can’t have problems with that. Fags are great.

What’s breathtaking about Master Phillip is he’s a pure straight Alpha just like Master Dino and Master Chad, yet he acknowledges (with some reservations at first) that ALL Alphas of their power level deserve whatever worship is offered, and that it all exists to be savored, explored, and enjoyed. The rules that restrict inferior males simply DO NOT APPLY to Alphas. They are cast away like broken handcuffs.

Once Master Phillip joined himself to Master Chad and the rest of The Family, it was only inevitable that sampling the holes and the worship of the large group of adoring, well-trained fags (called The Rainbow since each one in named after a color) would help set Master Phillip free to accept faggots as a natural extension of his power.

And even accept a faggot as his own personal property.

Yes, it seems that whitefaggot fell instantly in love with Master Phillip’s fierce, intimidating darkness, and followed a path that Jamie once did with Master Dino, namely, whitefaggot submitted completely and endured all of the rage and abuse Master Phillip could inflict. And, like Jamie’s loyal devotion did with Master Dino, whitefaggot eventually found the eye of the hurricane inside her new God Master.

I can’t believe I’m sort of compelled to write you. Interesting. I think part is the bragging rights I now have. Part is pride in My growth and achievements. A part is the thought that many faggots will read My story and salivate at thoughts of My power. Goddamn! How did I ever do without continuous worship? 

Last night I was crucified.  Hahaha  You know about the Savior’s cross? Fuck, I’ve never felt so fucking fulfilled, powerful, ALIVE!! Even though every sperm has been worshipped out of My sack, the Goddamn room vibrates with My awesomeness. Faggots exhausted themselves bringing Me pleasure and lie scattered about Me. I feel no anger, only fiery satisfaction. My personal faggot is deliriously calm, meaning happy and sated. My faggot attaches itself to some part of Me constantly. Never one for physicality, I am now enjoying her pathetic grips on her Master. My faggot is nothing if not endearing and I can elicit her orgasm by simply speaking. I’ve always loved treating slash like dirty whores. This fun translates well to fagotry, as Dean tells Me is the proper term for the condition. No fucking slash loves like that. It thrills her that I am dark. She loves undressing Me and removing My holster and piece and various other weapons strapped and attached to Me and delighted in learning how to correctly dress and equip her God’s hidden body armory for jobs. She takes great care as she knows if the equipment is incorrect or improperly placed it could mean My life. All must be easily accessible by Me in a second. She also thrills to My experiences, jobs, and near-death adventures. Most slash get scared or fret and beg Me to retire. My faggot is thrilled that I’m a thug and constantly probes for tales of My life. She also loves the scars from bullets and blades and beatings that adorn her God and pays special attention to them. She begs Me to mark her, a scar or brand, inflicted upon her by Me so she can show she’s My possession. I am considering it since it made My cock puff a bit at the thought. The tattoos I created for her are wonderful she said but her faggot lust wants more personalized, intimate branding by her God. She begs for any part of Me and My body and has gratefully feasted upon anything from My body I benevolently give. This is how monarchs feel. With knowledge, I am becoming something greater and more intensely powerful, albeit remaining lusciously terrifying. I am becoming even more like Chad while losing none of My darkness. Chad can be very dark when necessary but He doesn’t live inside it as I. I made it clear to whitey (Goddamn I fucking hate that name) that My world wasn’t the ideal place for those who might care for Me. Faggot is unconcerned and even thrilled by the danger but I’ll never allow danger to touch the slut because she isn’t allowed where it occurs.

I believe this type of life could really be for Me as faggot learns My desires and needs, as well as how to handle all My accoutrement concerning work. I already know, having been mommy’s pupil, faggot knows how to tend the occasional occupational wound I receive in My line of work. Mommy had to be the greatest faggot ever, if one can describe a faggot as “great”.

I think faggots new name will be joy, for that’s what she brings Me.  Seriously, faggot’s preference is Phillip’s cunt. Truly. Faggot has begged Me to call her that. She’d love to be known as and referred to as My cunt, loves hearing an Alpha say, oh that’s Phillip’s cunt. Hahaha  i believe I’ll inform My Brothers to refer to joy in that manner and I alone will call her joy. That way, she and I are satisfied. Goddamn faggot believes I’m God, and to her I am. I’m also beginning to realize that fact Myself. I’ll never be Pop but I can be a God of uniqueness with My own special brand of faggot ownership and treatment. After I’m more comfortable with things I’ll allow My faggot to expound on My superiority to you. I enjoy reading different faggot experiences on your site as it gives insight into a lesser’s condition and its needs. When the time comes I’ll enjoy seeing in print, My faggot’s delight of My abilities.

I put 6 racks of beef ribs in the smoker before I lay down again.  In about 8 hours the faggots will serve them along with other things. I’ll wake them so they can start the sides I want. Then time for My sleep IF the faggots don’t tempt My Manimal out again. Goddamn cum suckers make part of life fantastic. Fuck all you Goddamn faggot cunts! Another God has arisen to feast on your slutty souls!

Yes, after pulverizing whitefaggot for untold numbers of days and nights with his furious sex drive and gigantic cock, Master Phillip bestowed whitefaggot with a new and meaningful name: “Joy”!

It’s beautiful to see a straight Alpha transform into something greater than anything ordinary Men can even understand, a being of such pronounced and untouchable superiority that even the title “God Alpha” feels incomplete.

Master Phillip has shared some stories with me personally that I will never discuss here or anywhere, but let me tell you that he has truly become the kind of King that every faggot on Earth should be desperate to serve.

Now he rules an island alongside Masters Chad, Dean, and Cal. Four God Alphas relaxing in paradise, served and serviced by skilled, worshipful faggots and surrounded by 20-something young, growing sons. These God Kings play together, fuck together, and reign together, roaring over land and sea like the great Hierarchical beasts they are!

I am humbled and grateful to even carry their words and deeds, to speak their names, to even live in their holy shadows.

Thank you, Master Phillip!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the more controversial topics I’ve covered on this site is the concept of Alphas breeding Alphas. The controversy stems from my position and the position of the Alphas who’ve shared their stories with me. Many Alpha readers virulently disagree with the idea that a Man can take a load up his ass and still be considered Alpha. The most opposition I’ve faced has come from Alphas on X, where I’ve engaged in some heated debates with these Alphas.

Now I freely admit I’m the wrong ambassador for this school of thought given that I’m a faggot and know nothing about what it means to be an Alpha, but given that I’m the only one covering the subject, I guess I’ll be the spokesperson.

Let me first say that I used to be squarely in the camp with the rest of the Alphas on this topic. It didn’t make any sense why a true Alpha would ever allow another Man to mount and breed him. Then fate stepped in and introduced me to Master Dino and his two Alpha sons, Master Chad and Master Dean. Then a couple of powerful straight Alphas joined their ranks, and I watched them develop together. Master Chad, who was clearly a God Alpha like his father, was worshiped/served by everyone else, including the other Alphas. And then, it happened – Master Chad bred Master Dean. Then he bred Master Chad (a straight Alpha as ever there was one).

And they reported something unique about those breedings. They described it as a sharing of Master Chad’s virility and power through the reception of his cum. Masters Dean and Cal didn’t feel inferior or diminished after being bred by Master Chad; in fact, it was the opposite – they felt mightier and more glorified!

Since then, I have covered multiple such types of encounters between Alphas, and they’ve all reached the same conclusion. So I think it’s fair to say that something deeper is happening between Alphas when one breeds another, some hierarchical alchemy that hasn’t yet been clearly defined.

No Alpha is better suited to comment on this phenomenon than Master Jase. He’s a merciless God Alpha who has cunted so many holes he should receive an honorary Charles Schwab Cup. Today he shared a recent experience breeding a fellow Alpha. Here’s what he said:

Long time no talk, fag. I had an amusing but also thoughtful encounter over the past weekend. You know by now that beyond the fags and sluts I use and fuck and breed, I have a number of alphas who have submitted to my dominance, either naturally or through overpowering them into their place. They all have their own fags to control, but they also crave the absolute power I hold over them, and that a command from me must be accepted and acted on.

Have no doubt, I dominate and conquer them no less brutally and powerfully than I do my fags and bitches. Perhaps even more intense, as my alphas have their own strength and willpower as males. The end result is still the same, I always reduce my alphas into sweaty wasted mounds of muscle, my potent seed painted over and flowing out of their gaping blown out muscle pussy. It’s just different in mindset when I’m cunting out my alphas compared to my fags, with my alphas there’s a sense of nurturing through domination, while with fags, it’s complete supremacy over their whole being. There’s more personal care and value for my alphas.

One of my favourite alpha brothers texted and told me that he had a great and growing yearning to be used. He’s one of my strongest alphas, both in size and power, but he relishes being made helpless when I have him pinned down. Everything from petting him like a good dog to when he’s in my arms and mounted on my god cock. He tells me he never tires of how easily I manhandle and ruthlessly demolish his body and cunt, and the size difference of me being half his size is a thrill for him.

I told my in house fag to disappear for the weekend, and told my alpha brother to be ready for a long weekend. Very typical. He was hungry, at my door begging, lapping and sniffing at my crotch, bouncing his muscle glutes in the air. What wasn’t typical was when I buried my cock in his prepared pussy, he began to cry and said, “I love being owned by you.”

Fags are owned. They are property, they are objects for us to use. Their submission means their entire being is ours. However it’s different for my alphas. I don’t ‘own’ them with such clarity. I claim them as my inferiors, I conquer them as hierarchy dictates, but they don’t ‘belong’ to me. So I found it amusing how he treats himself as my possession. As my personal plaything.

And it made me wonder if it is appropriate for lesser alphas to feel admiration and respect and awe while also encompassing that fag behaviour of being kept and owned. And whether it’s appropriate for me to put into words what I already know instinctively; alpha or fag, all other men belong under me and to me. I still want to maintain some respect and regards for other alphas, so this has been mulling over in my thoughts.

This line of reasoning Master Jase explored in his experience prompted this response from me:

That’s an amazing experience, Master! A very important one as well!

Since I’m not Alpha I don’t have a great perspective on this other than to describe it in cold hierarchical terms.

Lower-tiered Alphas are “inferior” for a reason. They simply lack the internal mechanisms of a God Alpha like you. While they’re easily superior to faggots, part of them still wants to feel some of the thrill faggots experience as objects owned by a vastly superior force like you.

The levels of hierarchy exist for a reason. As one descends in hierarchy, the more one craves the control, direction, and raw power of Men higher in hierarchy. There’s something like an electrical charge that happens in all of us inferiors when we experience superior Alpha power in any form.

I’ll give you an example. A straight Alpha friend of mine was my manager many years ago. One day we were talking together and an employee back-talked him. He angrily threatened the employee with suspension if he didn’t obey him. After the employee walked away, he smiled at me and said, “That turned you on, didn’t it?” I nodded that it did. Just being around that energy gave me that pleasant electrical shock.

I think that’s something these Alphas experience around you, Master.

I wasn’t sure if my answer made a lot of sense, so I was relieved when Master Jase responded thusly:

That is a good answer fag. You are correct, many of my alphas always tell me that there is an attraction and need for my power and presence when I am around, even when I am not controlling them in that time. Mine of course embrace the brutal and raw physical aggression combined with the absolute domination of mind and soul I exude and command. So much of how I see and rule the world is instinctive and hard to put properly into words, although I always give a good attempt to do so.

I can see and sense that ‘electrical charge’ as you put it. There’s an instant melting in an inferiors face, and that lost in awe body language for a split second. Sometimes I do small things like that, just to get that reaction out of my fags. A classic example would be forcing a taller guy down, either through pulling his head or collar down or directly ordering him down so he’s looking at me or even up at me.

I think there is something more to explore here. I really wish I was a highly-ranked Alpha and could experience these things personally so I could understand them/describe them better. Alas, I’m like a blind scientist explaining the Milky Way.

Fortunately I have educated and expressive God Alphas like Master Jase to lend me perspective from the very top of Hierarchy! Thank you, Master!

Faggot pussy is meant to be gangbanged and literally dripping with Alpha loads.

That’s when a faggot is most compliant and obedient!

Midnight rapes happen all the time to faggots because Alphas know the truth about hierarchical purpose.

Put a hand over its mouth and force it to accept reality.

Its screams will someday become moans … but not the first night.

In dark rooms when nobody’s watching Alphas mount faggots and breed them without hesitation.

In these moments, it’s all about instinct, the urgent need he has to conquer and empty his balls.

Having a personal faggot nearby that never says “no” is most convenient!

In dark rooms when nobody’s watching Alphas mount faggots and breed them without hesitation.

In these moments, it’s all about instinct, the urgent need he has to conquer and empty his balls.

Having a personal faggot nearby that never says “no” is most convenient!

“Tell me you love me,” commands the Alpha in the midst of rutting his faggot.

“I love you,” it breathlessly replies.

The Alpha doesn’t care about the faggot loving him. He cares that his powerful cock makes the faggot do/say whatever he wants.

HierarchyIsTruth

Look at what Men and Alphas do to us faggots!

The physical and mental pain/humiliation/torture they heap upon us!

Yet we come back again and again like obedient dogs.

Men say they can’t respect us, but look at the depth of our worship and the completeness of our service anyway!

“Do you want this nut?” asks the rutting Alpha just as someone walks into the public bathroom.

Too bad! Nothing can stop it now.

Alphas breeding faggots is as old as the cumshot itself. It MUST happen.

It’s an Alpha’s job to teach a fggot that its only sex organ is its pussy.

He does this by denying the fggot any stimulation for its penis while cunting it.

Like this 👇🏻

It’s important for Alphas that they look into the eyes of the person they’re breeding.

To hear that the person loves them, loves their cock.

To hear how badly the person wants their cum, wants their babies.

Breeding/conquering is the purpose of Alphas. Let them feel it!

Master @kieranhalstead is a 26-year-old Alpha who is OBSESSED with breeding hot faggots.

As much as we faggots were born to worship and serve Alphas, he was born to own and use them through deep breeding.

It also helps that he’s extremely verbal, which helps his faggots get into a service headspace. I wish more Alphas understood this simple technique!

Here’s a sample of this King’s criminally-overlooked artwork! I’m hoping to get him on the podcast, so get to know him!

Ask any Alpha who has taken a fggot’s virginity, and they’ll tell you this is the hottest sound. The high-pitched screaming. The struggle. They’ll also say that they never stop fucking it, because this must happen. This is why it was born. To be taken by a Man. Its PURPOSE.

An Alpha MUST pump his seed into his owned property. Women or faggots, it makes no difference. They can scream and cry all they want, but this is nature’s way. A Man takes what he wants this way and makes it HIS by marking it forever with his seed!

Alphas make love to women and/or boyfriends.

They rarely make love to faggots.

Faggots exist for Alphas to take out their aggression, to conquer roughly, to exert all of their dominance.

It’s the way Alphas are made. And why we serve!

The comfort of the faggot is not a consideration.

All that matters is the delivery of Alpha seed deep in the faggot’s pussy, marking it forever.

HierarchyIsTruth

This young Alpha and his adoring submissive faggot are exactly what I want for all Alphas!

Black Alphas need to breed. White faggots need to be bred. It’s just that simple.