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!

Some of the most powerful Alphas on the planet are, sadly, also some of the most dangerous. Their power is almost a burden to them, an uncontrollable force that unthinkably destroys the innocent with the guilty. Often they themselves don’t even understand it, leading to moments of great uncertainty and even fear. Alpha rage is one of the most potent and terrifying forces in nature because it can be widespread and specific at the same time. Imagine trying to live with that kind of indiscriminate power, let alone love anyone with it!

God Alphas are, in some ways, wounded by this power. Wounded by loneliness, wounded by the terror they see in the eyes of those they must instinctively use. They are a bit like Frankenstein’s monster accidentally killing a little girl because he didn’t know his own strength. There is a pain in that kind of solitary existence at the very summit of Hierarchy, an existence almost nobody else can understand except perhaps God Himself.

Some of the God Alphas I’ve covered here have grappled with such feelings, most notably Master Dino. He’s currently on a world tour of healing and destruction as he grapples with the loss of his faggot Jamie. Again, God Alphas exist on a different plane than the rest of us.

Master Phillip has been learning much about the dark Alpha power he has possessed (and been possessed by) all of his life. It’s a life he’s spent mostly in dangeorus shadows filled with corrupted inferiors. It’s been a life built to overcome any obstacle and defeat any enemy.

Except one: LOVE.

Intensely powerful God Alphas need to experience the most extreme examples of true and abiding love possible in order to truly understand it at all. That is why faggots are the perfect solution for these most uncontrolled of Men. A faggot will endure any amount of rage, fury, abuse, and even hate that a God Alpha might throw at them, and that level of unwavering devotion eventually breaks down the God Alpha’s resistance. The darkest of nights in their hearts turns to dawn, and in the light of that truth they find peace.

And yes, love.

Master Phillip has spent the last three night pulverizing his first faggot, Joy. Listen to the dawn rising inside of him in his account:

faggot, 

   Guess you are knowledgeable of mine and joy’s three-day marathon. I’ve fucked the cunt bloody. Ha. faggot is being attended to by her sisters. I’ve never felt so empty and so full at one and the same time. I’ve never reached a point where I have not one more nut to shoot but here we are. Goddamn faggot! I’m completely drained. I went for some Gatorade after cc came to tend joy. I’m downing a quart in the kitchen and little fucking whore jaye is trying to swing on my bloody cock! Filthy little slut! Haha I tell the bitch “no” and she slinks away disappointed but not defeated I’m positive. Unless I’m wrong-and that’s almost impossible-she’ll slut cum off another brother and be back begging for mine. These faggots live for Alpha sperm. Dirty fucking poofs. 

   I had to write. I’ll even show you a little of My weakness and say that I couldn’t nut again if my life depended on it. My goddamned junk is mutherfucking RAW bitch! Even when I was a green kid jacking hours at a time I never had a totally empty bag like now. Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn! joy is deliriously calm, happy, and destroyed. The sun was coming up as I shot My last load in her bloody twat and so I showed her a little affection. Im getting pretty comfortable being nice to cunt. I kind of like kissing her and bitch loves Me spitting big wads in her mouth. Dirty fucking whore. I roll over and call cc on the box to come and check My faggot and the cunt looks into My eyes, hers filled with a love and passion I’ve never experienced and BEGS Me for more cock! Mutherfuck what devotion. I’ve out and out destroyed the cunt for almost three days running and she’s on My ass for more cock! I know I deserve it but fuck! I don’t want the slut to bleed out on Me. I seriously believe that, if I chose, I could literally fuck her to death and she’d tell Me she loved Me as she kicked it! Goddamn faggot. You whores got it bad, don’t you? Haha

     Oh fuck, here’s Dean. He says He’s got to give her a couple of stitches but not to worry. He’ll take care of it and sends greenfaggot for the med kit. Fucker’s going to be a good doctor. He’s more intelligent than any dude I know. It’s great having somebody with His skills here in the middle of the ocean. There’s around 25 adults here and that’s it. Chad has His own kingdom. Haha The fucker! Wonder where His sorry ass is right now. His cunt is helping Dean. I’m standing outside His door. I hear the fucker snoring. Prick snores louder than a Goddamn tank. Hell, cc says He even fucks in His sleep, cums in her and never stops snoring. THAT’S a Goddamn Alpha! Haha

      I keep hesitating like a cunt but I got to say it for My growth. joy tells Me she loves Me every mutherfucking five seconds. At first it made Me really uncomfortable but not enough to make Me stop fucking the bitch. Somewhere around the second day of banging I am having all kinds of feelings banging inside Me. As I’m cumming bitch touches My face and says really sweetly that she loves Me. I felt My chest swell and said softly, “I love you too, cunt” and started shooting again five fucking seconds after I’d just busted. Bitch started riding Me HARD! We didn’t stop to discuss it, just kept fucking. 

     So now I’m walking outside, thinking what to do now. I’m not real fucking happy about that love shit. I’ve never said that before to anybody, well certainly not in this context. It’s freaking Me a little faggot. I’m trying to remain objective and thinking about Pop’s ancient history. At least I don’t want to kill her. I’ll call Pop later. Even though I’m bothered by it I think I can deal. faggot better give Me some space and not mention this shit. I hope she’s got enough faggot sense to keep it to herself until I work through My new emotions. 

     Since you been in on shit I thought I’d tell you. I suppose I’m ok with your readers knowing I love My faggot, if I even know what love is. It’s not what I imagined it was. Its like a protective thing. Im not turned on by faggot’s appearance but by her submission, her adoration of Me. Shit, I’ve never had these feelings so I hope faggot knows it’s not going to be an easy, sweet love. Haha she may regret stirring these feelings in Me. My personality is like, I’m a powder keg sitting on lit dynamite atop an atom bomb, as one buddy described Me. One wrong move could blow faggot and everything to smithereens and leave kilometers of barren wasteland and thats if I’m not pissed off. she better tread this new territory very carefully. 

      Well bitch, I’m hopping in the ocean. Standing here smoking My cig I see I got blood all over My junk. I’ll wash this shit off then eat and call Pop. He’ll know just how I should deal with this fucking shit. Goddamn this saltwater burns My raw, abused cock! Fuck it, I’m Alpha. What’s a little pain. Ha ha Later, fuck stick. This God needs to contemplate the meaning of this moment of life. Fuck you, faggot. Fuck all you Goddamn pansies! Fucking punks!

MASTER PHILLIP

I think this might be the most moving “awakening” letter I’ve ever read from a straight God Alpha. It’s so honest, raw, yet still growling with a caged animal’s resentment.

Now, when I use the word “awakening”, I’m not insinuating that Master Phillip is coming out of the closet. NOT AT ALL. Instead, I use it to describe the sudden and startling realization he’s experiencing about what he is and what he truly needs.

The WORSHIP he needs.

This is the least understood aspect of Alpha life: Alphas need worship. It’s as vital as air, water, and food for Alpha life and power. Worship ignites a firestorm of passion and aggression inside an Alpha that can be quite overwhelming, even terrifying. It results in rape-like breeding, fits of rage and violence, punctuated by intensely passionate moments of deep intimacy. It’s enough to shock the faggot, but it very often also shocks the Alpha as well.

When the dust settles, the faggot is left broken but fulfilled while the Alpha is left rejuvenated … and also now feeling admiration and care for this little creature that surrenders its life for him.

And that is where Master Phillip finds himself. He feels incredible, as if all the energies of the universe are flowing through him. He now understands why I called him a God Alpha almost immediately. But he also feels compassion, protectiveness, and yes, love for his new faggot. Joy went through the fire, was tested in every respect, and still it clings to Master’s leg and looks up at him with pleading, worshipful eyes.

Master Phillip doesn’t have a single thing to worry about. What he’s experiencing is perfectly natural. He’s fulfilling all of the promise of hierarchy, a realm he rules over completely alongside some of the greatest God Alphas alive today. In fact, I would suggest that Master Phillip’s former life (and the beliefs he once held) no longer matter, just the same as a butterfly doesn’t think back to being a caterpillar. He’s transfigured, transformed into a new creation so immense and infinite that he cannot be assailed or defeated.

In fact, I maintain the belief that Alphas cannot ascend to the highest reaches of Hierarchy without using and owning faggots. Without the complete worship of a faggot, an Alpha cannot even comprehend what he’s meant to be in our world.

Master Phillip is ascending. He’s becoming something new, and fighting it all the way. Every instinct in him says he doesn’t need to own and use a faggot, yet the power and glory is so incredible, so addictive that he simply cannot refuse it.

He now knows his purpose. He now knows what he was born to be.

And the world is so much better for it!

Thank you, Master Phillip!

This is a clip from the film THE DARK CRYSTAL, a fantasy film from 1982. At the end of the film it shows the two primary races of the film’s world being combined into one glorious, all-powerful race of superbeings. This is how I view the union of an Alpha and a faggot.

Hierarchy 294 – Handling Straight Alpha Rage

Is serving an abusive Alpha always a bad idea?

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The following post is part of a thread following the devoted submission of whitefaggot, one of the faggots serving the God Alphas at Master Dino’s island. He’s been recently renamed “joy” by his new Owner, Master Phillip. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Much bandwidth has been spent on this site chronicling the near-superhuman exploits of the God Alphas living on what I jokingly refer to as “Hierarchy Island”, the tropical isle serving as the current home of God Dino’s huge and growing family of Alphas and faggots (and offspring). But truthfully, the faggots serving on the island are just as exceptional hierarchically-speaking as their Masters. I’ve talked at length about little Jimmy’s passionate service, and I’ve also talked about greenfaggot, bluefaggot, and redfaggot (affectionately known as “the rainbow”). They’re all excellent faggots who have been trained by the greatest Masters on the planet.

Serving alongside his brothers has been another, quieter faggot nicknamed “whitefaggot”. But even though whitefaggot has largely flown under the radar until now, I’m telling you that it’s often the most unassuming fags who turn out to be the best examples.

That’s definitely been the case with whitefaggot since straight God Alpha Phillip arrived on the island!

Much like Jamie did when she instantly bonded to Master Dino almost 20 years ago, white faggot instantly fell for the dark, long-haired beast Master Phillip and pledged his eternal service to the new King. Whitefaggot had to endure much abuse from Master Phillip as Master Phillip grappled with the reality of actually accepting faggot service and use. But in the end whitefaggot earned a new name – “joy” – and a treasured place at Master Phillip’s feet.

And this is the story joy wanted to share about the new situation:

Hello, my Master calls me joy and i love that but most of the others here call me Phillip’s cunt, at my request because i ADORE being His cunt.   lol    Anyway im writing to try and explain the wonder of belonging to Master Philip. While we are off grid He has allowed me to tell you about the absolute chaotic wonderment of being Master Phillip’s cunt. 

I don’t know quite where to start and im not the brightest faggot so ill just give facts. The first time Master came to the island i instantly knew I was meant for this wild gorgeous beast! Yummy!! His brown wild hair just kissed with blonde from the sun, His tanned and scarred body bursting with testosterone made me swoon! Nice hairy chest and tight jeans showing something mighty was packed into them. All that was exceptional but His aura! Macho and sexy and very dark and scary to most but not to me. Somehow i instinctively KNEW He would never kill me but would probably hurt me. i did not care. Every nerve in me trembled as I tried to imagine serving Him. At first He only accepted blowjobs. Well not so much that as grabbing a faggot by her hair and mounting her head and then fucking her throat till His yummy cum would gush out!

Finally, He began using us, the rainbow. Then my worship and love started to attract this amazing Brute and He changed my life! i thought being used by The Savior was the ultimate in faggot ecstacy and it is but Master Phillip is my penultimate usage! He is dark and dangerous and damned scary! And i LOVE it! Discovering my love of His darkness opened a thrilling and terrifying door and we ran through it! i love worship lust after–you name it and i do it for Him! He is a MAN! He hardly ever uses me with anything but brutal force and I love it! His dark aggression brings a tidal wave of lust and love over me. While we do have tender moments most of His use of me us what i call gymnastic rape–and i LOVE it!

He said i have permission to say anything to you but our sessions are so specialized you wouldn’t understand. See Master is a criminal with guns knives etc… since He knows His cum dump They occasionally become part of His use of me. He has absolutely terrified me and practically made my heart stop. For instance He loves cunting me and He will have a hard rut going on me and suddenly a knife is at my throat and His words invite more terror as He tells me all the dirty scary  yet sexy things He COULD do to me and then it happened and I cried out. my pussy milked His cock as i passed out and He roared and filled me up. Privately He can be very sweet to His cunt but He’s very rough on me as well especially in front of other Alphas. He demands i touch Him in some way or place whenever we are in the same space. I love this because I get to touch Him often but also because it’s shows my submission in front of others. i am learning everything about Master and His needs and desires. I know how and where to place His weapons on His body before He leaves on assignment because He has three knives and two guns stapped to Him when working. When He returns i undress Him and remove the weapons and His shoes. i rub His feet as He relaxes and gets high. If He desires a massage it’s a real pleasure rubbing His body. i serve Him every way possible and He still tells me He’s proud of the little ways i serve and the kinky things i do in effort to serve Him. He is my Owner Master and God! Even though i know ill never be a fagwife im HIS. im His faggot His cum dump but best of all i proudly bear the name Phillip’s cunt! Nothing on earth could make me more content or more joyous. 

Thanks for allowing me this special moment to testify of Master’s greatness and omnipotence. Master deserves more praise than this lowly faggot can give but ill scream His magnificence until they put me six feet under! Master Phillip is GOD!

Thank you,

Phillip’s cunt formerly known as whitefaggot 

Joy claims to lack intelligence, but this loving ode to the awe-inspiring power of Master Phillip is very well crafted and heartfelt!

Any faggot can relate to the feeling of being so intimately trusted by a straight Alpha that they are allowed to touch and care for that Alpha’s most-prized possessions. There is an almost reverential awe a faggot gets from such a privilege. [ remember my Master Chris tasking me with shaving his pubes and feeling so humbled that he trusted me to do that. Or how my Master Aaron trusted me to prepare his body for bodybuilding competitions, or care for his money.

Each faggot has the opportunity to find and serve a great King like Master Phillip, but we must humble ourselves and empty ourselves like Joy did (and Jamie did before that). We must be willing to go through the fire for our Master, always supportive and resilient even when fits of rage and abuse come.

On the other side of that is the eye of the hurricane, that serene place where an Alpha and his faggot achieve a perfect hierarchical equilibrium. It’s the moment of peace when both fully realize and embody their place in hierarchy, as well as their purpose.

There is no better place to be, and I’m so glad that my brother Joy feels that today! I hope Master Phillip is proud of his favored slave, cumdump, and confidante!

Thank you Joy for sharing your experience and example! And thank you Master Phillip for allowing your faggot to share 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!