I love @HungRican305, a young Puerto Rican Alpha living in Miami. Absolutely dominant and quite merciless with faggots, he combines beauty and power to lethal effect.
Do you know how scientists first discovered the existence of black holes? It wasn’t through direct observation, of course, because black holes have such tremendous gravitational forces that even light cannot escape them.
No, scientists insisted that mathematical equations suggested their theoretical existence and predicted how they could be found … and when they looked, they suddenly found these monstrous inter-spacial vortexes! However, even when looking directly at a black hole they didn’t see it, but rather the effect it had on everything around it.
As a younger faggot I was very much like those scientists of the mid-twentieth century, except my field of study wasn’t black holes, but was something that was consuming my life at the time: Hierarchy. I’d served many Alphas, been owned multiple times, and through these experiences I began piecing together and methodically testing what I’ve come to understand as Hierarchical fact today.
Most crucial of my discoveries was the existence of Alpha hierarchy within the larger framework itself. To date I’m the only one who has accurately described Alpha hierarchy, put names and functions to each level of Alpha hierarchy, and then successfully used it to predict Alpha behavior. Mind you, I’m just a faggot who has spent many years in the service of great Alphas, but I was paying attention!
In my head, the math suggested that there should be a Final Alpha, the most powerful one. But how to find and identify such a Man? My interactions with Alphas were largely one-on-one, and I didn’t realize that was the problem. That’s like trying to scan the stars while looking at them through a cardboard toilet paper tube!
I needed to see Alphas together, interacting with each other daily, before the evidence of the existence of God Alphas presented itself!
Funnily enough, the God Alpha I discovered was my bunk mate!
When I arrived in prison camp in July of 2022 to serve time for a crime I never meant to commit, I was accidentally redirected to the wrong bunk. In this camp, the dormitory building was a long straight metal shack with two floors, both identical. A long hallway ran down the full length of each floor, and on each side of the hallway were cubes, each cube containing four cubicles and two beds per cubicle.
I was supposed to be upstairs in the predominantly white section, but I was placed in the lower level with the blacks. Little did they know about my preferences…
When I arrived, I met my “cellie”, a hulking, muscular 53-year-old black Alpha named “B” (everybody had letters for names there except for me). B was in the midst of his fourth long stint in prison for drug dealing, and he knew as soon as he saw me I didn’t belong there. So he set expectations and began teaching me how to move in prison.
Of course I never learned, a fact that amused B as much as it annoyed him. I’d make B laugh long and loud when I’d crack a joke or sass back at someone. “Man, my cellie funny!” B often bellowed to the other black Alphas in our cube.
Because of B I wore a shield of protection wherever I went.
But then I began to notice how other Apex Alphas would visit our cubicle to consult with B (I was ordered out of the cubicle during these Alpha conferences). I watched as B directed a couple of Apex Alphas (primarily an older Apex named Doe) to shepherd a young black Apex named “D”.
I also watched other Alphas in camp slip into our cubicle very early in the morning to leave fresh milk and fruit and other gifts for B to enjoy … tributes, for lack of a better term.
And then it hit me – B is a God Alpha!
A God Alpha isn’t something a Man bestows upon himself. It’s something bestowed upon him by the submission of all other levels of Alphahood.
To this point I hadn’t spoken much about Hierarchy, so I decided to ask B about it.
“B, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” I asked.
B’s reply shocked me: “I am God.”
A couple of months later the camp’s presiding officer visited our cubicle and was going to move me. But B stopped him (yes, he stopped the head officer!) and told him this: “Naw man, Sam’s the best cellie I’ve ever had.”
I still carry that great compliment around inside me with warped pride.
A month later B was caught bringing contraband into camp and was shipped off to higher security.
But I will see him again. Once he’s free he’s flying to Aruba to marry his fiancé. I told him I’m going to be there. “Sam, if you show up, just know I’m gonna stab yo’ ass.”
Death by God Alpha. What a way for a faggot to go!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Easily one of the most exciting discoveries from FWA was the discovery of Brazilian God Alpha Master Lorenzo. In the two years since I went to prison, Master Lorenzo got his Master’s degree in Applied Physics (on his way to a PhD), and he has a lucrative teaching position. In other words, it’s the kind of life you’d expect for an Alpha at his power level.
Longtime readers will also remember a faggot named Giovanni. Gio was the faggot Bruno owned before Bruno was forced to accept his faghood by a very powerful Alpha named Master Juan (more on that story soon!). Master Lorenzo was in constant contact with Bruno and his Master as well as Gio, and he wanted to have Gio for himself. So when Gio came to Brazil on a visit, Master Lorenzo had other plans:
Gio came back to Brazil and he spent 10 days in my house. He may be the best fag I’ve ever owned, the boy really is amazing. Just to give you a glimpse of how it was, he cleaned and cooked for me everyday and I told him that he needed to make me cum at least 20 times in 10 days. Needless to say, my good boy made cum 23. We’re not in the same city anymore, but we still talk everyday and I use him from time to time. Do not worry about him, I’ll always love and protect this fag.
Of course, that was not enough for Master Lorenzo. So he began to make plans to bring Gio to live with him in Brazil permanently. This was a complex problem, because if Gio went to Brazil he would be leaving his poor mother (who works as a cleaning lady) by herself. This would’ve been too hard on the little fag, and Master Lorenzo knew it.
So he decided to rescue both of them!
I solved his and his mother’s lives in a little more than 10 days. I looked for jobs that would be good for his mother, and I found a position as a secretary assistant in a language school in my neighborhood. She has more experience as a cleaning lady, but she’s young, beautiful, and full of energy (just like her son). So I talked to them, sent her CV, made sure that they would know each other, and managed to schedule a Zoom call for her. They interviewed her and ended up hiring her for the position. I told her that I want to be Gio’s boyfriend (because unfortunately it would be too much to tell her what her son really is). Since Gio’s grandmother passed away, they do not have strong connections or family in their hometown. Gio’s father is an asshole who left her when she was 7-month pregnant. I can tell she’s scared to move, but I gave her my word that I want to take care of her and her son. They are moving on October 12th, so I have one month to make the last arrangements about where they’ll live. I told Gio’s mother that he will live with me, but she can stay with him for the first weeks in case she needs help to settle down. I found a place 15 minute away from my apartment, so I can send Gio to spend a weekend with his mom whenever she feels alone. To be honest, she’s a young, pretty, and hot woman. I hope she’ll use this privacy now to find a new boyfriend. She’s a strong woman but it would be great to have an Alpha in her life.
Incredible!
A couple of weeks later Gio and his Mom were moved to Brazil. Gio moved in with Master Lorenzo and his Mom moved into the apartment he’d acquired for her.
If you need a definition of what a God Alpha is, this account spells it out clearly. God Alphas transform lives, shape our world, and create their own realities. They exist far above the limited comprehension of ordinary Men. They are action takers, not talkers. They make the impossible possible.
I knew Master Lorenzo was powerful years ago, but what he did here – rescuing a faggot and its mother from virtual poverty and giving them new life – goes far beyond anything I ever dreamed about him. I am so proud to be his faggot and share intimate conversations with this truly great Alpha.
To any Alphas reading this, please consider Master Lorenzo’s example. You can use your great power for good or evil, but how much more rewarding is it to do the good thing?
Thank you, Master Lorenzo!
