It’s been another long time since my last update about God Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, and all of the other Alphas and faggots living in the compound God Dino built into some nameless mountain. With this crew, it’s better to not ask certain questions.

So much has happened to each member of The Clan over the last few months that I thought it might be good to update them all at once. Well, at least update the stuff I’m allowed to discuss! Covering this rough Hierarchical assembly of Kings and slaves is like trying to describe a season of Real Housewives in which everybody gets raped in every episode.

Anyway, let’s start at the top:

I’m glad to say that Jamie, God Dino’s loyal fagwife of 18 years, made a full recovery from cancer. After an all-clear from the doctor, God Dino took Jamie on a months-long vacation to several beachfront resorts for total relaxation. God Dino left the family empire in the very capable hands of Master Chad (assisted by Master Dean) while they were away.

The long rest for Jamie proved prescient. Once they returned, Master Chad determined to add significantly to the workload…

Master Chad might be the most prolific Alpha breeder I’ve ever covered here, maybe only rivaled by California Alpha. He’s fathered more than 40 children already! Of course, since his introduction to faggot pussy (covered here), he’s basically been breeding everything with a hole and filling it with his prodigious cumshots.

Out of the children he’s created so far, he fathered 13 sons by a couple of awful females who have been nothing but problems for him. So he teamed up with God Dino to take full custody of these 13 sons!

Now the 13 infants are living in The Compound and tended to by the faggots caring for everything there: Jamie, Jimmy, and the rainbow faggots greenfaggot, bluefaggot, orangefaggot, white faggot, and pinkfaggot. The faggots take turns with the babies as they each have other duties in service of the multiple Alphas living there. Needless to say, these faggots live harried but fulfilled lives!

Master Chad wanted a fagwife much like his Father, so he chose to marry his primary faggot C.C. in a sweet private ceremony.

But that’s not all! Recently C.C. said that she wanted to have a vagina fashioned out of her useless skin flap (not a full transition, just an extra hole for her Master), so God Dino called in a few favors and arranged for surgery. C.C.’s surgery went very well and should be returning home soon!

Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy are just 16 years old, but they’ve already experienced more of life’s wonder and fulfillment than most people four times their age. If you recall, they were already having sex with each other since the age of 10 without the oversight of God Dino, their Hierarchical roles clearly defined from birth. Once God Dino took them in, they more fully accepted the truth of their situation. This allowed Master Dean to grow deeper into his very clear role as a burgeoning God Alpha, and it also allowed little Jimmy to truly blossom and thrive as his adorably insatiable faggot.

Master Dean wanted to make his ownership of Jimmy official by marrying his precious fag brother. Of course, this is difficult to do in most parts of the world. However, God Dino found out it could be accomplished in Argentina, so he flew with them out to that foreign land for the ceremony!

After the nuptials, the group then flew to Belgium for some authentic Belgium chocolate! How’s THAT for romance?!?

Many readers were inspired by the story of greenfaggot, and expressed hope that it was finding peace and success under God Dino’s care.

Indeed, greenfaggot has been doing well! In fact, greenfaggot has had a crucial role to play in the development of a powerful new straight Alpha who will soon debut here!

Schooling is progressing for bluefaggot with fine results, no easy feat considering the massive workload all of the faggots share! Recently Jamie remarked about how quickly bluefaggot is learning, which is encouraging!

This is most of what I’ve been allowed to update about The Clan. They’re very private but well-connected people, so I’m privileged to even be able to share this much.

I just don’t know if there has ever been a more intense, focused Hierarchical environment than the one cultivated by God Dino and his extended family. It’s been a wild ride, but I’ve cherished every crazy moment of it!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Over the last week or so Master Chad, Master Shane, and their faggots (including Master Chad’s new fag-wife C.C.) went out into the woods to do some hunting. Master Chad was sired and raised by a God Alpha in Master Dino, one of the most intensely masculine Men to be found anywhere, and because of that Master Chad has a love for hunting and all things predatorial.

But Master Chad doesn’t like hunting with weapons of pussies and incels, like guns. No, Master Chad is a throwback to the days when primal Men stalked Nature armed with sharp objects, crawling through the wood in silence while stalking their prey, and killing animals with their bare hands to feed those they protect. He was born a King, but also a hunter of the first order.

Upon their return from the hunt, Master Chad’s fag-wife C.C. penned a gorgeous ode to this greatest of Alpha Predators:

I’m sure bunny or someone has informed you of our hunting trip which was also a reward of sorts for greenfaggot and I. It was the most beautiful experience! My Husband, my Savior is at His most handsome in these woods. In His camouflage Bermuda shorts and wife beater and a touch of camouflage paint on His sexy legs and arms He stalks His prey silently crawling through underbrush with one of His huge knives between His pearly white teeth. He is an awesome sight, a faggot’s dream of masculinity. After dark He and Master Shane return with their kills. After dinner and sometimes a short *get My nut* interlude, they clean and dress the prey and discard any leftovers properly.

Then My Savior appears before Me dirty, scratches on His exposed flesh, a fairly deep puncture on His left arm that, when I try to ascertain its seriousness, I’m waved away by His massive, manly hand. He has dried blood spattered about His clothes and body. His hair blowing free in the wind He tore the flimsy shirt off and unzipped and unleashed His Manhood and released the Manimal! That is how the Gods refer to Their primal selves. My brother, I know I’ve attempted to share Savior’s previous amazing sexual prowess before-His initial taking of me, then the night of telling me I was going to marry Him; that night couldn’t be topped. Then our honeymoon was further proof I was the possession of the Son of God. Nothing could EVER equal the use My Husband gave me that night and He said the same about me.             

Then, the hunting trip occurred. I am simply out of descriptive words. I feel as if I have been used by GOD! ANY command my Savior gives, ANYTHING HE EVER even mildly desires I will immediately respond. This ManGod OWNS this silly faggot. I would die for Him gladly. I vow our Sons will grow knowing what a spectacular Father They have to love, respect, and emulate.                

Oh sam! If there is a more special experience beyond cunting my Savior IS that experience for a faggot. Some wonder if I am jealous of every female and faggot who encounter My Husband because all immediately worship and desire this God, my Savior. That would be as foolish as being jealous of the Sun. I cannot and would never fight My Savior’s path of destiny. I am over-blessed just being His favorite and being gifted with the position of faggotwife. I can’t even describe that 1st night after the Men came back carrying Their kill. I was used and inspired to worship in ways I’m still amazed by. I truly belong to the all-time GREATEST MASTER, OWNER, HUSBAND, GOD, AND LOVER. I am a barely significant cum dump but I am owned by Master and Savior Chad, the Son of God. Somehow, He finds me useful and worthy while I know I am unworthy to wash His socks. I love Him so and He really, actually loves a pitiful hole like me. Honest, growing up, the abuse I endured, I couldn’t, in my best fantasy, have EVER thought I could be this HAPPY, this FULFILLED! I am saved from being a total non-entity because Master Chad the Savior claimed and maimed me and announced I was to be His permanent “hole to cum in”. No faggot on earth could ever be happier than that fact makes me.

Thanks for listening brother. Our Sons need attention. Bye for now.

Such a blast of effervescent joy and wonder from serving a God Alpha like Master Chad, an overwhelming force of Nature if one ever existed. Master Chad wears ME out just through email! I can’t imagine being used by him all day, every day!

Actually, I lied. I imagine it all the time!

I really just had to publish this magnificent piece of art. If you haven’t experienced this kind of joy and gratitude and humility while being owned by an Alpha, you need to do whatever you can to find it and make it happen! Nothing will ever be more important!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Bluefaggot. Greenfaggot. I’ve talked about these two important new additions to the ever-expanding hodge-podge family living in the massive guarded compound headed by Master Dino. While Master Dino and his faggot wife Jamie have been gone on their much-deserved three month vacation, Masters Chad and his younger Apex Alpha brother Master Dean (along with Master Shane) have taken over leading the family business, breeding the massive stable of faggots, and caring for three of the children sired by Master Chad.

Confused? Try being me and tracking it on a daily basis!

I don’t write about many of the goings-on at the compound because so much of it is controversial enough to cause seizures, but also because I love this crazy family enough to protect them. But every so often most extraordinary things happen with them that force me to discuss them here.

This is one such event, and it involves a new addition to the family they’re calling grayfaggot. I don’t know much about grayfaggot yet, other than it is a faggot who is a bit older and something of a flower child. Like some of the other stray cat faggots collected here, grayfaggot is broken and here to seek purpose and healing.

But, like many broken faggots, grayfaggot struggled to accept the kindness offered to it at the hands of its benevolent new Masters. So it tried to leave.

Here’s Master Chad’s account (and “Dino” here is Master Dean):

Just about sundown grayfaggot tried to bolt. I suspected something cause as happy as it is when My cock is in it, when it ain’t in service its still scared shitless of its own hunger. Now, I believe we’re over that hurdle. Me and pussyface were playing with the Boys when jimmy buzzed My room and said grayfaggot was packing. I went down to faggot quarters. I tried to be calming and diplomatic as I asked all the correct questions. She said she couldn’t live life as a faggot. I benevolently bit My tongue to keep from laughing and patted her head. I kept saying soothing things very suggestively all the while rubbing My crotch and making sure it saw My hard. Her eyes sparkled and she was almost slobbering and even softly moaned when I reminded her of the scent training she had daily. Finally I said, ” If you really feel ya gotta go then go but remember-ya go, ya ain’t ever coming back.” She looked at Me with big eyes, torn between the ghost of her recent past life and the thrill of being My cumhole. I told her to come with Me to the Playroom for a while and if she want to go after that then fine. Seeing terror in her eyes I swore I wouldn’t hurt her. I just wanted to make sure she really wanted to go back to her half-life of hiding. She followed Me there. Just to judge things, and for My own amusement, I scratched My sweaty nuts and held My fist up to her nose. Her eyes closed and she trembled as she inhaled like it was her last breath. That cinched for Me.

I quickly fastened a restraint around her neck only. I told her not to be scared I only wanted to do one more thing to be satisfied she really wanted to live without the benefit of her Savior’s blessings. I left her to use a faggot squawk box. I allowed the others to overhear My call to Dino. I told Him to join Me in the Playroom then told the other faggots they were gonna help their new brother decide if she really wanted to leave. My little faggot brother gasped and grabbed My arm. Staring at Me with shock she started to speak but I hushed her gently. Emboldened by fright and excitement greenfaggot knelt, kissed My hand and swore undying devotion. I pulled her forward and put her face in My crotch and said, “That’s My good girl. That’s why you’re My c.c.’s faggot-in-waiting, next in line to be My wife. Come with Me.” 

Dean joined us there. Grayfaggot’s eyes were filled with terror and faggot lust. I patted her head and she Instinctively nuzzled My crotch. I pulled back and said, “Now, just to be certain you want to give up the life you could have, a life of fulfillment, joy, and commitment to your Savior, Master Dean and I are going to show you all you’ll miss when ya crawl back to that silly, misspent life ya left behind when ya came here sniffing around for cock.” Me and Dino used every faggot in the house forcing grayfaggot to watch and listen. No more that a foot away from her she watched her brothers in the ecstacy of service. She was so close she could smell Our cum, the cum she LOVES. By dawn, she was begging not to leave, swearing she was Mine forever and absolutely screaming and begging to be forgiven and used in any way I desired. She even begged for physical torture if I’d only allow her to stay and be one of My cum dump.

Finally, We sent the faggots away and released her. Instantly she sprang for Me but I slapped her saying, ” Don’t be anxious. You don’t have permission for shit.” I told her I hoped she learned something and asked her what she could do to show Me she was sorry, what she could do to regain My trust.  She asked Us to please come with her to her room. When there she gathered every single personal belonging she’d brought, even photos, and gave them to Me keeping only her faggot uniforms that I provide faggots. We followed her outside to the burn barrel for trash and she threw everything in and lit it. As it caught fire and blazed she kissed My feet while crying and begging her Savior’s forgiveness and use. I looked at Dino and knew we both were thinking the same thing. We both began pissing on the faggot while it thanked Us and pleaded for use. It gulped at Our piss, desperately begging to used, fucked, and raped.  Without any answer I told it to get the fuck up and shower its nasty self. Inside We watched her shower and she stared and wondered why We watched. When she was dry I asked what she was going to do now to impress Us enough to CONSIDER allowing her to service Us. She broke down begging forgiveness and sobbing so heavily My stony countenance melted. I told her she was forgiven and she started kissing our feet, begging to be used. So from about 7am til now gray has been proving her devotion and has sworn to be the best faggot even born. LOL  Now I’m pretty sure she will be.

This is the 1st real problem I’ve had. I think I handled it fairly well. It sure got the solution I wanted. And it’s what grayfaggot really wanted too. I just had to show her how she needed Me. Life is good faggot. Now I’m gonna catch some winks and decide if this was enough punishment or if a little more is needed. I told the faggots not to write that I would handle everything. Maybe you won’t be swamped with letters. 

Got that? Make sense?

Hours later I received this follow-up from Master Chad to prove that the breaking of grayfaggot was a success.

I thought you’d be interested in this. When I woke My pussyface kissed Me like I like then told Me grayfaggot was outside the door and had been almost as long as I’d been sleeping. I told her to let her in. Before I could say shit she was asking permission to speak so I nodded. She said she hadn’t been able to rest, worrying her Savior couldn’t trust her, that she’d run away sometime. She’d come up with a plan to prove she was trustworthy as well as worthy. So intrigued I overlooked her brashness I asked her ‘plan’. Realizing her faux pas of suggesting I hadn’t really forgiven her as I said she started to cry and rambling to please forgive her, yada, yada, yada. I said it was ok. I know it’s a new world and she was still a baby faggot and to slow down and tell Me her ideas. 

She asked to be chained at the ankle in her room when not in use or doing chores so I was certain she would behave. She would do that from now on if I wanted. Tears of gratitude were in her eyes as she remembered this morning and thanked Me again for allowing her to stay. Then she held out her closed hand like she had something for Me. I held out My hand and she dropped cut up pieces of what had been her driver’s license and social security card. She looked Me in the eye and, “Savior I love You! I belong to You totally, forever! I swear. Please never throw Me away! Please,  I’m so sorry, so sorry.” and collapsed at My feet is tears.

Yeah, I believe that’s all good. Grayfaggot won’t be anymore trouble but I believe I will do as she asked and restrain her at night for a while. It will reassure her I want her, which is the real reason behind her plan–now she’s afraid I’ll ditch her. So I’ll comfort her and she doesn’t even realize what she’s done. You faggots, always so insecure.  LOL  

faggot I don’t know much about her past yet. I know she and her sister grew up in a crazy place in Mississippi. The parents were Pentacostal freaks, the kind that speak in tongues and pass goddamn snakes around begging fate to intervene. Stupid fucks! Faggot had to pretend to be a Man and protect her sister and at 15 or so bolted with her. The sister turned into the slut gray wanted to be and kinda deserted her while the sister fucked Me and half the state. [Don’t sweat faggot. Blood tests prove Jasper’s Mine”] That’s all I really know now but I got a feeling gray’s gonna be a LOT more open with her Savior from here on. LMAO  Goddamn,  I’m good! I think it’s time for My favorite–a liverwurst and horseradish sandwich on sourdough and a side of pickled beans. I’m fuckin starved! 

That nasty favorite meal aside, Master Chad clearly broke down grayfaggot in exactly the way it needed and transformed it in the most beautiful way imaginable. It’s a skill so few Alphas understand, and even if they manage to break a faggot, rebuilding it is far beyond their skill level.

But Master Chad and Master Dean have been trained by God Alpha Dino. They both understand it as naturally as they understand breathing.

Master Dean was definitely left in awe of his older brother through this. He sent me this endorsement after the dust settled on the experience:

This is just a bit of praise for My Brother. No need to answer. You are aware of the happenings of last evening/this morning. I must confess My Brother is certainly becoming the Man He is destined to become.  You should have seen how skillfully and deftly Chad took charge the situation. In less masterful hands it could have spiraled out of control. I could not have been more valiant Myself. Father will be so pleased. Chad doesn’t want to tell Him but I shall at the appropriate time.  Faggot I tell you without shame the entire tableau left Me energized, thrilled and very erect. I could not help but suck Chad’s cock and afterward pour My new found power upon My bunny who now sleeps, exhausted from our revels. I was almost too aggressively sexual for even bunny, who can gangbang with the best of faggots, and finally said, “Please Deener, I can’t take anymore.” Poor baby collapsed gasping and holding on for dear life so I ejaculated into her for the 4th (?) time and allowed her to sleep still lanced on My fully erect member. God! This power over so many beings is a heady, jubilant experience.  I am still unprepared to receive this blessing from Our God. I mighten ever be. We are GODS faggot! Were you present I should give you your wish of use beyond your dreams by your King. I cannot contain Myself. I must forage for a house faggot and continue this blessed release. My cock has no conscience, only a need to puncture and fill. Good evening faggot. Your King must conquer. 

I guess what I really want to emphasize here is that, when an Alpha (or two) break and rebuild a faggot, they save it … but they also become much more themselves. As Master Dean exclaimed, he and Master Chad are GODS because they can break and rebuild a faggot into something beautiful.

Such is the inheritance of our greatest Alphas!

This is a story about the ways an Alpha can rescue and transform the life of a faggot.

I recently wrote about greenfaggot, the faggot rescued and now owned by Master Shane, one of the many Apex Alphas living in the sprawling compound of Master Dino. In that article, I mentioned that there was also a faggot they called “bluefaggot”, but until now I never knew much about it.

But something happened the other day that opened up this heartbreaking and yet uplifting story.

Jamie was up early in the morning with Master (“Daddy”) Dino. There has been extensive roof repair work being done at the compound, and the two hunky roofers had been there for two weeks. I’ll let Jamie tell what happened when it came time to pay the roofers:

I woke at 6 to make breakfast. Daddy wanted to be gone by 8 so I gave Him His morning blowjob under the table as He ate. Afterwards He allowed me to play ‘scent-training’ and just enjoy His smell until He finished. Before leaving He told me of 2 checks He left on the island. I was to distribute them – one to the Men repairing Shane’s roof and one to the landscaping guys. The landscapers came to finish a week long job and were finished around 9. I casually asked bluefaggot to hand me their check. It looked at the checks and grabbed both. I jokingly said I just needed Paul’s (the hunky landscaper’s) check. It looked at me, burst into tears, and ran to its little room.             

Ever since bluefaggot arrived it has been an excellent faggot. During use the Men say bluefaggot is amazing and it always seems happy. But other than a warmness toward me when not in use, it always seems distant, almost afraid of something.  I’ve learned many faggots appear this way until they are comfortable and settled in a new home. After a few days the ‘newbies’ see that here use is not ‘abuse’ as it is in many situations but bluey never relaxed. It is present in family functions but rarely speaks and only ‘comes to life’ after being chosen for service.

I followed bluey to its room downstairs. It sat on its little bed weeping. You know how tender-hearted I am so I was crying as I sat beside it and asked what was wrong. Did it used to be rich and the check amount dredged up memories? Was it in love with Paul the landscaper? Did I embarrass it somehow? I explained it was one of my babies and it was killing me that I could never seem to reach it. It looked at me with red, soulful eyes and said it loved me more than it ever loved anyone. For the first time ever it felt part of a family. It apologized for being withdrawn and said it was ashamed and embarrassed. I held it and after allowing it some time to collect itself I asked what could possibly embarrass it here. The Men praised its service, the babies love it, mommy loves it, what is the problem? The answer floored me. 

“I can’t read, mommy. I’m stupid and I can’t read or write. I can sign my name. That’s it! I can’t even sign ‘bluefaggot’ because I can’t read! The checks, I couldn’t tell which was which. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have misbehaved. I’m just so ashamed!” It dissolved into tears again and I just let it cry while I held it.

It turns out bluefaggot was raised in a foster home in Alabama, of all god-forsaken places. It grew up being fucked by two different Men, which it  admits it enjoyed but it received no education whatsoever. At 18 the money stopped being paid to its foster parents and it was kicked out. It traveled, searching for a decent home, was raped several times and beaten even more until its hero Shane found it outside a laundromat.  I did not know it was in love with Shane. It kept its feelings hidden from everyone and served all with equal veracity. It was so grateful to be brought here. It never asked to stay but that particular day it and 2 others had performed excellently and Chaddie had said to them all they could stay and be part of His stable. One left, bluey and the one who became redfaggot stayed. Redfaggot is the one Chad had to dismiss because it insisted on being beaten during use and if you want to survive intact you do not encourage the Gods to beat you bloody. In the moment it is easy for faggots to encourage our Gods because when the Men are using us and we beg for more aggression and roughness we appeal to the primal force inside them and they will respond. I warn all faggots who belong here to be careful what you request because if the Men like you they will give you almost anything you beg for during use. I’m sure you know J.B., the head of security, ended up claiming redfaggot and the stories abound about their life! At least both seem happier.

Anyway, bluey and I are closer than ever before and with Daddy’s and Chad’s permission, I will teach bluey so it is finally comfortable and relaxed. I’ll wager that when it is its service will be even more remarkable. I also encouraged it to tell Shane of its special devotion to Him. Shane needs to be loved and worshiped by as many faggots as possible. little d won’t be jealous because it also knows its Master’s needs. Shane and little d had rough childhoods as well so I’m positive the three of them could really have something special. I love all My babies. I want them to be fulfilled and happy. Hopefully this is a beginning of great things. I sent bluey to Shane to profess its love an hour ago. It hasn’t returned.  I think mommy just made two or three of her babies happy campers. Now I must inform our Savior Chad of the happenings and maybe mommy can slut her way to more Alpha cum from her ‘co-owner’. Hehehe 

I could’ve cried reading this very sad story. There are a lot of broken, discarded faggots in the world just like bluefaggot. But that part about bluefaggot being denied the ability to read and write – that is, in my mind, tantamount to child abuse. When you prevent a child from learning these basic things, you strip it of any chance to dream or achieve anything. You are essentially trashing a child’s entire life.

Like many people who can’t read or write, bluefaggot learned how to hide its disability from the family. Nobody had a clue about the truth until the moment Jamie accidentally called bluefaggot’s innocent mistake. And thank goodness Jamie did that, because now the family is resolved to rally around bluefaggot and teach it!

Now, Master Chad had taken ownership of bluefaggot when it came into the house for some reason (since Master Shane was the one who rescued it). But Master Chad decided to do something special for his dear Alpha brother that will likely change everything.

Here is Master Shane:

Mommy told me you know bluey’s story so I won’t go into it. She sent it here and the explosion of My power should’ve measured on the Richter Scale or some shit. Haha, I own another faggot! I just spoke with My Brother Chad and He gave Me bluey for an early birthday present. Mommy had explained her talk with bluey and I told Him she had ìt bad for Me and then all that had happened this afternoon.  He agreed I should own her–with the provision she be taught to read and write. I said I had already begun that and We shook on it and I hugged My wise Brother.          

See sam, when bluey came to Me with her story she was so frightened I gave her Valium and held her til she stopped shaking. She told Me a lot of her past, impossible to get it all at once, and told Me something close to what I once heard mommy tell Dad. She said she, and all faggots I guess, have a kind of mental picture of the emotions and physical attributes they want in a Master. I am the picture bluey always carried in her head. I always thought she was an excellent hole who outshone most faggots. It turns out she never gave her ALL to anyone but Me. She’s something special and actually enhanced Mine and little d’s thing.

See d was so badly mistreated it has been the most clingy, worshipful faggot I’ve ever seen. I really love that. I cannot receive too much worship. I THRIVE on it sam. You’d think d would be jealous but these 2 fags joined in a worship of Me that can only be described as joyous! d is more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her and is delighted to have another faggot who’s in love with and appreciates Me. At one and the same time they seem to romp through an Alpha/faggot playground but are deadly serious in their bringing Me pleasure. You know one reason d fell for Me? My Brothers cum loads were similar to the Men who abused it growing up. My load, about 2 shot glasses less than Chad’s-yeah, We measured-didnt bring back old memories that scared it. Then it just fell in love.          

I’m floating like I just slammed horse, faggot. This must be how God the Father and My Brother the Savior feel every day. Fuck I’m pumped!          

But, coming back around to it, these 2 cute cum dumps I own not only keep Me drained but make shit FUN! Hell, I nut all the time but laugh? I haven’t had so much fun in years and never with a faggot. After a short private talk with d (she’s been VERY loyal and faithful and has shown Me My power many times) to ascertain her opinion, I happily told bluey that she was Mine for life. I’d never sell or dismiss her. I know she’s going to make an excellent faggot for Me.          

Now I have 2 very devoted faggots, one hanging on each leg, anxiously awaiting orders while I read or watch television. Tomorrow after breakfast bluey begins “school” with mommy. 

I’m so happy that Master Shane will be taking ownership of bluefaggot! Of the Alpha gods in that compound, Master Shane is the most aggressive pussyhound. He has always been going out every night and bringing home multiple females to fuck. I’ve never been blessed to see a picture of Master Shane, but Jamie says he’s a very hot young stud. His prolific ability to pull tail seems to indicate that!

However, now that Master Shane has started to own and use faggots in addition to all of the females, there seems to be a change happening in him. You can hear it in his words above. There is a type of pride and satisfying power present that is only coming from faggot ownership.

And the story of bluefaggot, combined with bluey’s obsessive lust for Master Shane, has certainly invigorated Master Shane and lifted him to heights he’s never imagined possible. Bluefaggot may not (yet) be able to read or write, but it knows how to worship great Apex Alphas and make them feel like Kings.

And those Kings will, in turn, protect and care for bluefaggot and give it a new life.

I haven’t been updating most of the storylines of the clan living in the compound of Master Dino for a couple of reasons. First of all, much of what happens there would upset a lot of the PC readers out there who are given to outrage at a moment’s notice. But also, the storylines are so complicated and intersecting that there is simply no way to unravel it and keep it straight even if I wanted to. You wouldn’t believe what it’s like to get five emails from this crew in two days, each one long blasts of power and excitement and joy. It’s overwhelming.

But I did want to share this one. Recently Master Chad married his faggot Zak in a ceremony that can only be described as unconventional. I’m not sure if many weddings feature a gang bang, but that gives you an idea of how this group rolls EVERY SINGLE DAY.

In the process Zak underwent a name change, losing the name “Zak” and taking on the legal name “C.C.” (which stands for “Chad’s Cumhole”).

After a week of pure orgiastic fucking, C.C. wrote me a long blast of elation and pure joy that I wanted to share.

It’s c.c. I hope you are well. I’m fabulous! I’m a steaming, melted blob of faggot ooze but I’m great! The first week of our honeymoon was, just as life has been since the Master took me, something out of my dreams. I’ve never felt so loved and owned. I knew i was correct calling Master Chad my Savior. No one could ever know what a REAL Man is unless they have been claimed and maimed-His magnificent phrasing-by Master and Savior Chad. Brother,  I mean this letter to be more than all the wondrous superlatives that accurately describe my HUSBAND but I have to at least say He is my everything. This Son of God is more than a mere mortal, He is an omnipotent, endlessly fascinating and a tirelessly potent God among Men. I know it’s impossible but I feel as if I’m pregnant sam. The Savior’s masculinity is such that if ANY Alpha anywhere could impregnate a faggot it is He. sam I’m SO happy. I’ve never been closer to anyone in my existence. My Owner, and oh, how He OWNS me, made His every other use of me almost seem like nothing. Of course I’m attempting to describe the indescribable but the honeymoon was faggot bliss. The things Savior did, the things He said.

Oh sam, I could never love another Man. If He threw me away tomorrow and left me destitute, if He slit my wrists and left me to die alone in a remote region I would not, could not, ever stop loving-worshiping-Him with my dying breath. When He lay me on that bed, observing me wearing His ring, His collar, knowing this simple faggot was now truly and legally His possession, it’s as if He were  “reborn” in a way. I never dreamed He could ever be more artfully awesome as a Man, a God, a Master. I’ll put it this way-every Male on earth dreams they could be the Stud/God that feeds and breeds this unworthy faggot cunt. My Owner is perfection. And not only in a sexual context but this Man loves and wants to raise all 20something of His sons. He works like a Man, He loves and respects His Father and mommy, He laughs and plays hard with His Alpha Brothers. It’s a rare occurrence when He does the following but He can drink more, fight harder, fuck longer, love better and definitely cum quantities larger than any other Man EVER! He is and continues to be my universe. And while my prose is purple, these mere words do nothing to describe how truly manly, gifted, and loving my Savior really is. mommy might be the only other person to truly recognize and know just how God and Man can combine in one being. After all, she belongs to my Savior’s Father and He definitely sired my beloved Alpha Husband. They are incredibly alike in almost every way.

The second week we were joined by His Alpha Brothers and my faggot brothers. I’m positively gleeful that my Owner shared me with His Brothers for obvious faggot slut reasons but also because I could see and feel His pride and love as They all took me, again and again. He is very prideful of His favorite property and enjoys seeing the Brothers He adores getting pleasure from using me. In turn, that gives this inconsequential cumdump the first thing in my life that I am proud of. Pleasing and serving Him, knowing I am the possession of Master and Savior Chad gives me LIFE!

When we returned the other evening Master carried me naked, over His shoulder, pussy pointed toward the sky, over the threshold and marched us to Father and mommy. He asked Father if mommy could come and attend to my minor injuries as well as provide me with advice and her wise mothering after the two week wonderful assault of the other Males. And Father agreed. They spoke more and the outcome was, when mommy was finished caring for me, the Savior and Master Shane would take her for the night and Father would spend the evening and night giving me His approval and His gift for worshiping and surrendering to His eldest Son. It was a magical night for this hole as the God who created the Men who had over the past two weeks had so aggressively and masterfully pumped me full of Alpha cum shot His mighty loads into me as well. Now I know where the expression “icing on the cake” must have originated for that is what it felt like. His cum inside Me, on top of theirs, the feelings and emotions that fact raised in me cannot be accurately stated. It’s as if I never existed until my Master/Husband made me His permanent “hole to cum in”. Like Father to mommy, less we faggots forget our places, Savior always stresses I may have been promoted to an exalted and enviable position of faggotwife but to never forget, at the heart and basis of everything, I am simply the hole He cums in. Yes, I’m His favorite hole, the cunt He loves, but none the less, I am His cumhole at my base. Nothing, NOTHING could or will please me more than that. It’s where my name originated, c.c. literally means Chad’s cumhole. Oh brother, it pleases Me so to have the name He gave me. Pitiful, desperate zak is dead, gone forever. Long live grateful, faggot whore c.c.  The enviable faggot cunt where Master and Savior Chad daily dumps His cum and by doing so makes c.c. REAL!

Thank you brother for being my friend,

I wonder if any straight Man has ever been cherished and worshiped by a female the way these faggots starve for everything about their Alpha Gods. C.C. cherishes every cell of Master Chad’s body, every word from his lips, every breath and every glance. It’s breathtaking and overwhelming!

But all of the faggots in Master Dino’s compound are learning how to accept everything an Alpha might throw at them. From deep cuddling to midnight rapes, these faggots have run the gamut and have lived to beg for more.

C.C. has nothing to fear, though. He is the wife, the property, of one of the most powerful creatures to ever walk the Earth. There is no place safer or more fulfilling!

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!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Like Master Ben, Master Chad was moved by the plight of Zack, the faggot whose life was smashed apart by a Destroyer Alpha.

What makes Master Chad’s opinion so vital in this instance is the fact that Master Chad would probably be classified as a Destroyer Alpha himself. He’s insanely powerful and always on the verge of going out of control. He would never destroy any of the faggots he owns (and he now owns many) or any of the other people in his life – on the contrary, he would defend them with his last breath – but he’s definitely not easy on the people around him. He is the bluntest instrument.

I haven’t been reporting on Master Dino’s family over the last couple of months because they are dealing with multiple situations (including the amazing recovery of Jamie from multiple cancers) and I wanted them to have some privacy. However, Master Chad’s opinion on Destroyer Alphas is too important to ignore, especially given his unique place in the Hierarchy.

After the family listened to the podcast on D.A. I felt compelled to write. [After My own cocksucker coaxed Me into rough fucking it cause it got a little turned on thinking of the danger of D.A.]      That pointed up something that we really never talk about-the fact that many fags WANT to be hurt. Not to the extent showcased in the podcast but hell, even smart holes like mommy get hot when I choke her a little. And I’m sure you remember I had to release red faggot cause it liked getting hit a little too much.

See, I can only speak for myself bitch but I know I wasn’t the only Alpha here who, in the heat of shit, when red would be BEGGING Me to punch its face, choke it unconscious, etc… fuck, it’s hard to resist. I know you can’t picture being a Man but when you’re banging a hole with all ya got and it starts begging you to do some Macho shit like punch its face, in that moment it’s goddamn hard to resist cause it’s making ya think shit ya probably ain’t thought of. In this moment of heat and dominance a sub asking for abuse is like teasing a starving dude with a T-bone cause in that hot moment an Alpha is gonna FEED on that. Ya just got an affirmation that the cunt wants ya to be rough, more powerful, more forceful, use more of the strength that is a huge part of being a REAL Man. And I reached a point with red faggot where I could have really hurt it even killed it but by the grace of Our God, My Father, I got too hot and shot My load before I went too far. After My load was spent I looked down at the faggot. It looked like it had been beat up by a gang, broken nose, eyes swelled and almost shut, busted mouth, My handprints in red and blue marks around it’s neck and shit and it looked up at Me with love and thanked Me for using it. My cock got hard again.  Something inside Me said you go down this goddamned alley and ain’t no way out. I told it to get it’s shit and it’d be taken wherever it needed to go. I’d give it some dough, a room, whatever it needed. It actually got pissed, jumped in My face and screamed, “I fucking LOVE you, you bastard!” My uppercut sent it flying across the room into the clothes hamper. It grabbed one of My dirty socks, shoved it in its mouth, and came violently. It LIKED Me hitting it. I called J.B. and had Him remove it.        

Even though it disgusted Me I had to admit that, in the heat of shit, it was a fucking turn on. And it’s like you said D.A. may get off on hurting a faggot but the faggots need to realize this-don’t fucking BEG Men to hurt ya cause when Our Macho is out and Our testosterone is pumping, you will get what you’re asking for AND MORE. 

All faggots like it rough. It’s your nature. Men are rough. I get it. Listen, if breeder cunts could want Men for what they truly are there would be no faggots. Chicks can’t handle real Men, neither can faggots. The difference is faggots want to try, cunts don’t. If we Men lost our heads and let loose the MANIMAL inside Us no being could withstand the brutal sexual onslaught. Trust Me on this cumguzzler. We love faggots cause they know who we are and crave Us anyway. Cunts are fun, I like ’em but if you dicklickers could get pregnant females would vanish. If a real Man is honest with the world He’d tell ya the same. We like ruling the planet, We like fucking holes, and We love those who submit.

Again, as always, Master Chad has the most extreme and graphic opinion on any subject, but especially when it comes to the use of faggots. And it’s curious how much of what he says mirrors Master Ben’s opinion on the subject, albeit in a more terrifying way.

The reason why I wanted to share Master Chad’s take on Destroyer Alphas is because (a) he mirrors Master Dino and Master Dean on this subject, and (b) he’s an example of a good Destroyer Alpha.

What is a good Destroyer Alpha? This is a Man who understands that subs and faggots have a need to be used roughly and broken down. These are Men who understand why fires exist to clear out the underbrush in an overgrown forest.

Hierarchy is all about balance. Where we have the Alpha, we have the faggot. Where we have the Dominant, we have the sub. So if we have Protector Alphas, then it only stands to reason that Hierarchy would predict the existence of Destroyer Alphas, too.

I view Destroyer Alphas like the blade of a tiller, turning over soil. It doesn’t plant seed, or tend to the eventual crops … it just overturns the soil to make it receptive to planting. So too do Destroyer Alphas turn over the soil in Hierarchy, creating within it faggots receptive to seeding and watering from Protector Alphas in the future.

Just as Nature intended!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

It’s been very hard to handle the heartbreaking news that Jamie, Master Dino’s fag wife, has been diagnosed with spinal and liver cancer. It’s going to be a tough fight, but I’m glad that Jamie has resolved to fight it and do whatever he can to overcome it.

I attempted to talk about it coherently in Hierarchy podcast #202, but I had trouble really articulating my thoughts through the overwhelming grief for my friend and brother. Jamie has been such an inspiration to me, a testament to what pure, unfettered faggot devotion can accomplish and the lives it can change.

The fiery love and lust Master Dino and Jamie share is probably unmatched by anyone who has never spontaneously combusted. Their animal need for each other frightens me as much as it inspires me.

Their situation alone is unconventional, but then the family they’ve formed with Master Dino’s sons in Master Dino’s secure mountain compound adds another level of political incorrectness. Besides Master Dino, there are three other Alphas living there: Master Chad, Master Dean (twin brother of faggot Jimmy), and bodyguard Master Shane. And, in addition to Jamie, there is little Jimmy and Master Chad’s faggot Zak serving in the house.

All of the Alphas in the house regularly use Jamie, who they affectionately call “Mommy”. And Mommy loves the attention despite the fact that his holes are regularly raw and dripping with cum. Mommy has worked extraordinarily hard to be a caring and loving influence and reliable service faggot in his house of Alphas.

Now Mommy is the one who needs help.

The Alphas in the home have rallied around their fallen faggot with a love and tenderness that is quite inspirational. When I tell my audience that true Alphas will care for the welfare of their faggots, THIS is what I mean.

Master Chad listened to my podcast about his Mommy, and he wrote the most incredible letter to me about Jamie. He’s given me permission to reproduce it in tribute.

S’up faggot, 

I just talked to Pop and told Him about the podcast. He said to tell you He appreciates you for being mommy’s friend. He don’t feel mommy should hear it right now but He did tell her about it and mommy says she loves you bunches, like bananas. Mommy must love you cause she never says the bananas thing unless you got her heart.

My faggot is typing as I talk cause I broke some fingers and a hand in an accident. I won’t talk long cause Little Man is cholicy and cc’s got the house to run while mommy’s gone. I just think you ought to know just how much everybody in our family loves her and how we all know our mommy is the BEST faggot that ever existed.

I could write a textbook on how to be a fucking exemplary faggot from mommy’s daily life. Unless an Alpha has her busy she’s up at 5 or 6 making breakfast for 8 people, 4 of which are Men that eat like boa constrictors. While everything is cooking she will rush to check on My infant Son and if He’s awake she takes Him with her. She wakes the house faggots and returns to finish breakfast. She changes Little Man and washes Him at the sink.  Faggots set the table for the Men and their own places at the bar behind us. She cleans up after we eat. She sends Pop to work most days with empty nuts and a promise to do whatever He’s told her to do that day and ALWAYS has tears in her eyes when He goes.

She cleans the house while each faggot cleans her own Master’s suite. She does everyone’s laundry and never forgets who’s socks and shit are who’s. If Us guys don’t work, at noon lunch is on the table. Unless Pop is gonna be late, dinner is done at 7. On weekends it’s different but mommy handles it all and at any time if summoned she drops everything to serve any Alpha who calls.

Through all that she manages to make sure the twins are in school at the computer, plays with Little Man, and if she gets a breather she has a smoke while watching one of her soaps online.

But here’s the real shit-any Alpha using her is made to feel as if HE is the only dude on earth that she serves. She remembers what each dude likes and what gets Him off and how to make Him feel He is God. And I can’t even go into all she does for Pop to please Him, honor Him and ease His mind.

Did you know sam, one big reason mommy didn’t want to fight this time? It was because she thought it disrespected the Alphas to be sick and useless to us. Those are her words. She felt that if she couldn’t serve us for the recovery time and we had to care for her that she was dishonoring the Men she worships. She, a faggot, would be taken care of by Alphas which in her eyes is like the biggest WRONG that could ever be. The only time I personally ever saw mommy act in an un-faggot way was when she asked all the Men to SWEAR we’d make the house faggots care for her and to carry on in Our daily lives as if she weren’t sick and everything was cool.

When she found out she was sick her 1st request to Pop was that he allow every Alpha to use her one more time before she told anyone. All she was concerned with was making sure her Men were serviced well before she was unable to do it. 

Now if this hole, my beloved mommy, has a faggot equal out there then you better prove it cause its impossible to believe. I love mommy and Me and her got a special that no goddamn body could ever replace. Even the other faggots worship her and strive to emulate her. If we lost her the loss would be inconceivable well as goddamn fucking insurmountable as Mt Everest on a tricycle.

So that’s my take on shit faggot. I just thought you should know your love for mommy is justified and if you print any part of this I hope it shows other dirty faggots what a bar their queen has set for them. Just like Me with Pop, faggots might aim to be mommy but they’ll NEVER be able to attain that glory. They’ll only strive for it.

It’s clear that Master Chad spent some reflective time crafting that tribute, and I’m proud to carry it. I think it’s also clear that Master Chad is stepping up in this moment of crisis the way Apex Alphas naturally do, helping Master Dino hold his family together emotionally.

We are all headed together into the dark mists directly ahead of us on this nightmare road, and we have no map. We have each other, some hope, and the strength of great Alphas. That’ll be more than enough.

This post is part of a thread documenting the rise of Alpha Shane, adopted brother of Master Chad. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the ongoing saga of Master Dino, there has been one figure in the family I haven’t touched on much yet. His name is Alpha Shane. He is an old friend of Master Chad, and is now employed as one of Master Dino’s bodyguards. That’s a perfect profession for Alpha Shane, because he’s built like a tank (like virtually every Man in Master Dino’s orbit) and has lived a rough life that has taught him resourcefulness and mental toughness.

Out of all of the Alphas living under Master Dino’s roof, Alpha Shane might be the most model-attractive one of the bunch. Many women have given him whatever he’s wanted throughout his life; their affections come easily to Alpha who look like him. But even with all of that female attention, Alpha Shane also occasionally used faggots.

Since becoming part of Master Dino’s clan, Alpha Shane has truly had his eyes opened to the worship of faggots. He has been given free reign to use any of the faggots owned and serving in the house, and he’s begun to discover what his gift of Alphahood really means.

Take, for example, something that happened recently. Alpha Shane was struggling with some emotional baggage arising from his troubled past, and he felt anxious. So he asked Master Dino if he could borrow his fagwife Jamie for some of the truly incredible worship and service that Jamie used to snag Master Dino years earlier.

And Master Dino generously obliged.

Afterward Alpha Shane wrote this to me about the experience:

In a flash I realized I needed to relieve My mind’s whirlwind of hot aggression and soft, loving darkness. I needed the worship, devotion, and unquenchable hunger of a faggot.

A quick text to Dad had mommy at My feet in 3 minutes with no sign that she had just wakened, douched the pussy or that she had any other purpose than to be My hole, to be filled with My cum, withstand My aggressive rutting, while amazingly pampering My ego and draining Me of pain and semen. There’s probably a truly fucked up psychological reason for it (And I refuse to explore it) but My heart swells as do My nuts when her eyes shine and she calls Me “her Big Boy”. All I want to know or feel is her “motherly love” and her sexual brand of healing My emotional wounds. After allowing mommy the indulgence of taking her time to literally worship My cock until My pain was forgotten, her faggot lust for Me was fueled by My first load. I poured Alpha aggression over her and didn’t stop until about 15 minutes ago.

Right now, I am looking down on one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. She clings to My body, suckling an empty, flaccid cock that has no more ejaculate to shoot into her. Sweat shines off both Master and faggot as she softly continues her litany of frantic requests of further use, more cum, and more of anything My body produces. My aggressive omnipotence sexually feeds her need to be dominated just as My cum and spit feed her body and soul.

Tonight the power and coupling of Man and faggot, dominance and submission, of use and service all combined into a gorgeous symphony that reinforced nature and Man and Man’s ownership of all this world contains. It is a MAN’S world and it exists for Man’s needs, use, and pleasure. We Men are born to rule and faggots are loving holes born to ingest our sperm and submit their bodies and souls to us. Men rule and rut, faggots suck and submit. It is natural.  It is eternal. It is Hierarchy. 

I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I’ve ever read anything quite as beautiful and soul-quenching as that. Alpha Shane clearly wrote that in the afterglow of supreme relief and renewal.

There is truly nothing better for a Man than the absolute and total worship of a faggot. It’s not just the expert sexual relief faggots provide. It is a satisfaction of the soul of a Man when a faggot gives him the worship he deeply craves. It’s something that only males understand at some DNA level. Females are simply not equipped to provide Men with that sense of Godhood.

Alpha Shane was able to bask in the healing powers of faggot worship, and he was renewed. It’s just the way Nature intended!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

As remarkable as Master Dino is, his Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean (as well as his adopted Alpha son Master Shane) are proving to be just as stunning. They’re all not just incredibly sexual creatures, but they’re also highly intelligent young Men with vision and incredible passion.

I honestly wish I could share everything these powerful Alphas share with me, but so much of it is so deeply personal that I simply cannot break their trust. On the other hand, some of what they share with me is so exquisitely phrased and so deeply encompasses Hierarchical truth that I simply must.

After a recent podcast, Master Chad wrote this to me:

It’s your Savior. I don’t know what you did last night but I stayed home, got trashed and made My pussyface (Zak) one happy faggot. It’s still clinging to Me like white on rice. LMFAO      

I’m a jokester AND a prick but it’s fun faggot. To be serious My Zak listens to every podcast so we listened this morning. If you remember I had to deal with this Alpha/faggot shit myself earlier. Of course what pushed Me over that ledge was My Pop’s involvement. I’ve thought about how lucky I was. Without His approval and encouragement I might still be out there lost and searching. I was hell bent on being a BADBOY,  acting out all over, driven by some need I didn’t understand and I couldn’t name.            

I admit I was a horn dog, handsome and cocky,  I was plowing female pussy like crazy but other than a momentary release I’d found I still had this THING churning in My guts, driving Me to find it, understand it. I got into drugs and if any situation looked dangerous or vaguely criminal I was determined to be a part of it. I see now I was trying to impress My Pop and be as tough as He is. I wanted to show Him His 1st born was a fucking MAN.  Lol  So of course this rebellious kid thought bad boys were thugs so that’s what I became.  Drugs and crime eased the burn inside but didn’t remove it.        

It all busted open one night when I was banging this slash and her mom. The dad came home, there was a big scene and I went to jail-almost. No lockup, they just held Me and called My Old Man. (We are notorious fuckers but We got a little ‘pull’ in town) Pop took Me to His place. When We talked He recognized that churning in Me as the same issue He had as a young dude and He explained Hierarchy to Me and that He was an Alpha God (My words) and His business secretary/cook was really His faggot. After the female who birthed Me stupidly cheated on Pop He found jamie and together they found their true selves. Now He passed along His knowledge and gave Me options for life that heretofore never occurred to this young punk. It was all so strange but His words felt RIGHT. I compared it to the supposed religious conversions ya hear about. It seemed odd, kinky, a little dirty and it made My dick hard.

When Pop had Me read the ‘thread’ about Him on your site it freaked Me a little but also made Me say, “When do I get a faggot?” Lol Pop told Me I’d be pumping cum into something before dark. I didn’t know it was gonna be HIS faggot. I thought that was kinda twisted but I’ve always looked up to Pop so i figured what the hell, its a new way to nut and if it’s too freaky I’ll just say it ain’t for Me. GODDAMN! When Pop turned His faggot loose on Me and left us alone My world changed. I knew THIS was My life. I was an Alpha infant and it was like a rebirth or some shit. I was a new Male, still attracted to slash but learning the meaning of worship and service though the eyes of faggots. I had no more desire to be a major criminal, that churning in My guts disappeared every time I used a faggot. I felt like God.         

Since then life has just fallen into place. I work with Pop most days, i finished high school, got My own faggot (all the cumholes out there oughta read what I inspired My faggot to do to get My attention) and are raising My 1st born.             

There’s been bumps in the road, and problems (I knocked up 8 bitches in 5 months) But I can’t imagine where I would be If Pop hadn’t recognized my need and I hadn’t accepted that Hierarchy is truth. I’m still a fuckin’ prick who occasionally gets high, still goes prowling for slash on the weekends but is living like a God and worshiped daily (And sometimes hourly bitch) by an adoring, loving faggot that in August will become My property and My faggot wife. Those marriage vows and paperwork give Me total ownership of My sweet pussyface. We’re happy, we’re twisted, we’re family.  Fuck I love life faggot. 

Mind you, I’m an English major. I’ve read all sorts of books new and old and have examined all sorts of writing styles, and I must tell you that Master Chad (much like his Father) has an unusual cadence to his writing that is both gruff yet expressive and even playful. There is a joy to his messages to me that fill my heart with song.

I told him about how these letters thrill me, and he responded with this remarkable email:

Sup freaky faggot,       

just fed Little Man. Fuck faggot every time I look at My SON I feel like even MORE I am the Son of God. I really thought a lot about raising kids. I find I’m falling in that trap that most people do–like their child is some mystical creation that is more EVERYTHING than other kids. I especially hate that quality when the kids are total butt munches but the parents are like “How dare anyone  chastise my angel” when it’s being a brat and deserves a swat. And I also wanna punch people’s faces when they think NO ONE is knowledgeable about how children are and how they behave unless they have one. Bullshit! Anyone with 13 remaining brain cells can figure shit out. How did those dumb asses know with their kids? THEY FUCKING FIGURED IT OUT! I know I can’t really condemn them for their misplaced ego trip. My ego is monumental but I’m the Son of God.  LMFAO 

Seriously that has always bugged the hell outta Me. Very few humans cannot fuck and cum and if ya can you can reproduce like every goddamn plant, amoeba, animal, ect…  The one thing that is most necessary to become a parent is knowledge which is also the thing nobody teaches in school, fucking churches, no where. It’s stupid but I guess people been winging it for centuries. BTW cock jockey, the pediatrician says Little Man has the biggest pecker he’s ever seen on any baby! Like I ain’t proud enough of, like My cunt calls Him, the Prince.            

I know I got an ego the size of Saturn, My language is as filthy as My mind, and I’m a tremendous asshole. Honest faggot I never thought any hole would ever look past My attitude to the intelligent, loving, Macho dude hanging out inside and actually love Me. Slobber over My body, worship Me and My 10 incher, crave and hunger for My 4 ounce cum load–sure. But I thought what could ever get over Me being a goddamn mutherfucking smartassed bastard? But My pussyface LOVES Me faggot.

And I ain’t quite the dick I present to keep most fuckers away.  I mostly hate people. Just look at the world,  cumhole–war, corruption, people dying in other countries and here because they suck cock, tiny orange hands trump and its in-FUCKING-sane groupies, even congressional servants are crazy as fuck! Mama’s killing their babies, Men of total evil. My Pop will admit His evil side but goddamn its a part of Him. He won’t let it control and overtake Him.     

I guess I’m done preaching. I can’t sleep. I went fucking wild and balls out RAPED My (totally willing) cumslut trying to tire Myself out cause I ain’t shut My eyes since Sunday night and it’s about to piss Me off. But that ain’t your deal so…     The reason I wrote was to answer your question but I watched the news and that sure didn’t help Me rest. Anyhow, I discussed it with Pop in the beginning and we feel that churning burn was our intellect trying to tell Us that We had never reached Our Alpha potential and We’d better find it before We fucked everything up. Banging slash eased it but from My 1st time taking mommy and pumping her full of cum that feeling disappeared.  It sneaks back occasionally but all I or Pop gotta do is use a faggot and ejaculate Our sperm in it and it leaves. No more stealing shit, no more nights of longing to fight some fuckers just to bring excitement, and mostly My love of any HARD shit like smack is almost nonexistent. I gotta have My weed and My smokes and I only drink when Me and Shane go looking for breeder cunt and I probably wouldn’t drink then but My faggot thinks I’m sexy drunk and loves My booze breath. It gets so hot for Me when I’m drunk it almost becomes the raper rather than the raped. LOL        

Next fall after I own a wife, I’m going to Yale or possibly Cambridge. My grades were such that I’ve been accepted at several schools. I made friends  with a professor at Harvard but I ain’t too impressed by them for some reason. Besides Pop and Dean the Prof. is the only other dude that I can discuss My favorite subject quantum physics with.. Boy,  stuffy old higher education is about to get unstuffed and Pop and Me got a bet as to how many holes will be walking around campus with My fucking semen swimming inside. AND I wonder how many are gonna get pregnant.

I was especially excited to hear of his plans to go to a prestigious college like Yale or Cambridge! I don’t know if those institutions are equipped to handle the Alpha hurricane of Master Chad, but they’d better figure it out quickly!

Master Dino must be so very proud of these young Alpha gods he has created! They continue to heap praise and blessings on his name! I am so fortunate to know them at all!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Believe me, I have never stopped following the incredible story that continues to develop in the massive household of Master Dino. I haven’t shared as much of it lately because (a) there are almost too many intersecting threads to untangle for the audience here, and (b) some of it is too controversial even for a blog like this about Alphas and faggots. Even I have enough sense to keep some things private, and the safety of Master Dino’s family comes before any other consideration.

However, I wanted to share this momentous event because it’s really special – Master Chad has taken complete ownership of his faggot Zak, and has proposed to it! Yes! They’re getting married!

Now, Master Chad is a straight Alpha like his father, Master Dino, but like his father he has learned that faggots are valuable pieces of property to own. And like Master Dino, Master Chad wants to marry his faggot in order to protect it and guarantee its rights going forward.

But hold on. Before you start thinking that Master Chad has gone soft on us, please read his account of the proposal:

Hey cunt,       

Well faggot it’s all over but the crying. My sweet pussyface has cried a fucking river of happy tears. The special night came and she just couldnt believe I collared her and told her that she was gonna marry me and I put the ring on her finger. The bracelet was her icing on the cake, even though she’s gotta wait for it,  and she fell at my feet, crying and kissing them and BEGGING Me for use, cum, spit, etc…  I held her, loved on her, kissed her, told her sweet and dirty things a faggot loves to hear and let her cry and clutch me like the brakes on a runway train for 2 hours.

I finally told her I wanted pussy. Cunt JUMPED on my hardon! No lube, no spit just tears streaming down her smiling face and faggot RODE my Goddamn dick like a fuckin’ rodeo cowgirl til I was blasting My wad. I just stayed hard (Dudes in My family don’t even start to go soft til after the 2nd or 3rd load) and she went fuckin’ wild bitch. Cunt started trembling and she cum. She was holding My arms and yelling “thank you Savior. Fuck your cumhole. I’m Master Chad’s cumhole! Please Sir please never NEVER take your cock out of me i beg You Master. Please rape me and make me pregnant please Sir! I love You my Savior! Please oh You are the Son of God Master! Save my soul and take it as Yours! I love You! I worship you!” And on and on til I was flooding her pussy again.

I just stayed hard for her and flipped us over somersault style and was on top of her. Bitch yelled and cum like the slut she is when I flipped us cause my hard was still in her and the flip SLAMMED my cock in her. Now, all the house faggots know if you wanna be FUCKED with the power of a battering ram come to the Son of God. I have NEVER pounded a hole with the happy fury I did My pussyface that night. She never stopped BEGGING Me to fuck her, use her rape her, to destroy her pussy. She begged for My spit, My piss, My cum. I blew My nose in her mouth to try to maybe gross her out a little so she’d calm down. Ha, she just cum like the fucking whore she is and begged for more. She just wouldn’t stop man. She got My record of 10 loads and I held her close with cum from those loads leaking around and down My hard meat and dribbling out its twat. With my cock still inside her we drifted off. And she was STILL almost silently begging Me not to stop, for more cum and spit, for Me to take her very soul as My property. 

When I woke faggot was milking My cock with her pussy and saying real soft over and over “I love You Savior. Please rape Your hole and fill it with cum. Get me pregnant master. I love You Savior…” Well fuck, what could I do? All that cum was great lube and I fucked her all day and half the night stopping only to eat once and to examine her twat for damage. While I ate she kissed My feet and sucked My toes like I could shoot cum out of ’em. After 7 hours of fucking the night before last night and then 5 hours yesterday morning and 3 more after I ate, My sweet cumhole was DEFINITELY on her faggot period (bleeding). She didn’t care and just begged for more. (Shades of mom Jamie)

I did fuck her one more time and it was obvious bitch was in pain but as soon as I emptied my bag in her hole again she STILL begged her Savior for more. I picked a damn good slut. I wouldn’t hurt her anymore so all last night and today I’ve used her cocksuck like a pussy. She aint took My cock outta her mouth, hard or soft, in about 18 hours. I allowed her as many loads as she wanted and shes had at least 4 piss loads. She is really happy and I have the POWER of GOD faggot! Goddamn I am gonna plow every fucking pussy in sight. My faggot has shown Me I am a mutherfuckin’ STUDGOD! I’m gonna knock up every cunt and take any faggot twat I want cause I am the SON OF GOD bitch. I’m gonna own every hole I want. Let anybody try and stop me. 

Back to this weekend. My Goddamn dick was raw faggot and the cunt STILL begged for more! I had Shane (their security guard) come in and feed her so I could rest. I fell out a couple of hours. When I woke up Shane was naked on the couch with My bitch sucking His pole. He was saying “Damn!  Faggot, eat My fucking load !” And He saw I was awake and said “Fuck Chad what did you do to get your slut so fired up? You been asleep less than 2 hours and this cunt has sucked off J.B. and drained My nuts 3 times! I tried pushing it off me once and the goddamn cunt kept right on sucking so I just said fuck it and let it feed.”

“I told the bitch it had graduated to a ‘she’ and she was gonna marry me in August.” I said. He laughed and said “Really? Goddamn, you ready for all that? Well ok Brother. Does this mean we don’t go looking for slash on Friday nights?”  I said “Fuck no Man but if she keeps draining Me like this and there ain’t gonna be any cum left for twat!  Haha”

Shane said “You outta cum? No fucking way Man. The loads You and Dad pump make Me feel like a little kid! And some cunts say I shoot too much! Ha! I love watching them when You start flooding their twat.”

“You a faggot now, wanting My load?” I said laughing. “Fuck you bastard!” Shane laughed. In about 5 minutes He grabbed My hole’s head and yelled “Fuck bitch, yeah eat it whore! Whew! I’m drained. Goddamn go back to your Master slut. My cock is raw.” I cracked up. “YOUR cock is raw! Mines like Goddamn hamburger you punk!”

Later I was teasing pussyface about getting Shane’s nut so many times and she said she was hungry for Me alone and only serviced Shane cause I ordered it. She said Shane’s load was like a drop of water and Mine was a firehose. I just grinned and I held her and told her that she was a good faggot and I loved her. And the waterworks started again. You faggots. I love this hole.

Well faggot, you got the idea how the trip went. Shane and JB went hunting. I never left the bedroom except to take a shit. And no faggot, we ain’t into scat but My hole does follow Me to the bathroom because she loves to see Me piss, she loves the smell and she loves it when I surprise her and splash her face and laugh while shes kneeling and watching Me. We’re going home tomorrow. I promised pussyface she could chow on My cock all the way home if I could stand it so she has relaxed. She was all freaked when I said we was leaving and SWALLOWED My dick and wrapped her arms around Me like I was gonna never let her have My cock again. Fuck I gotta make faggot ‘doctor’ My cock somehow. Its red and raw as fuck! LMFAO Theres no way I got even one sperm left swimming in My bag!

All I can say is one of Pop’s favorite sayings “Goddamn I’m glad I cunted this faggot!”

WHEW! I almost break into a sweat reading Master Chad’s emails! The words come at you like the rat-a-tat-tat of a machine gun.

But the fact remains: Master Chad is going to marry his faggot!

Now, if you read my remarkable account of Zak’s loyal and dogged pursuit of Master Chad (and his subsequent taking of Zak) from last September, you’ll know just how monumental this proposal really is. This is really a case of “against all odds”.

So someday Zak, the faggot who dreamed of serving a god and became blessed, will soon be the faggot wife to that god.

It’s an incredible finale to an unbelievable story! It could only happen in the crazy house of Master Dino!

Faggot’s have dreams. There are scenarios they imagine, fantasies they indulge, hopes they keep alive. And sadly, they rarely come true. Faggots spend so much of their time serving the dreams and needs of Alphas that their own dreams are left abandoned.

But every so often an Alpha becomes the dream of the faggot, and sometimes that faggot has it all come true.

I think we’ve all thrilled to the incredible adventures of Master Dino, his fag wife Jamie, his three Alpha sons Masters Chad, Joe, and Dean, and Master Dean’s faggot twin brother Jimmy. Master Dino’s house is a veritable petri dish of Hierarchical reality in action. There, the Alphas in the house rule as gods, and the faggots serve them in every way imaginable.

Master Chad, the firstborn and eventual heir to Master Dino’s vast Kingdom, is especially eager to walk in his Father’s footsteps. He watches everything his Alpha Father does, and then tries to duplicate it – or top it. This is especially true when it comes to using faggots. Ever since Master Dino revealed the truth about his Alphahood and faggot worship last summer, Master Chad has been fucking plenty of faggot pussy in additional to the many females chasing him around. But he didn’t have one thing his Father had – a faggot he personally owned.

Little did he know that a faggot had been dreaming and scheming to serve him for many years.

This is the story of a faggot named Zak. He was a childhood schoolmate of Master Chad, and like many faggots do, Zak did everything he could to be near Master Chad and savor his Manhood and undeniable Masculine presence. But for most of Zak’s life serving Master Chad seemed like an impossible dream filled with unrequited attempts to be near him.

Then, in a blink, it all came gloriously true!

Read Zak’s account of what happened:

Hello, I am the property of MASTER CHAD. I was born Zak but I am called cc now. That’s one of ten thousand blessings my Savior has laid upon my unworthy faggot head.

After I’d been claimed as His hole for cum, Savior wiped a small part of His Massive load from my face and laughed and said, “faggot you keep doing what you do and I’ll have to give you MY name”. Before I could stop myself I humbly expressed I’d be extremely happy to go through life known only as His lucky cumhole. Instantly He rechristened me cc, Chad’s cumhole, and I am ecstatic to be known thusly. I really have no clear questions or anything I simply need to tell the world what an amazing experience it is to belong to my Savior and to worship and serve Him and His Holy Alpha Brothers AND serving GOD the FATHER is truly beyond any faggot dreams I’ve ever had in my head. It’s all so dizzying, serving such MASCULINE Gods of Dreams. It doesn’t seem real sometimes that I am ensconced in this palatial fortress, no worries, no real hate or mistrust. Just Gods at play, work, and rest-using blessed and giggling faggots until we are reduced to jelly at Their sacred feet.

Little did I know when I first saw my Savior that He would literally make my dreams of belonging to Him come true. We were young and I was not even sure what ‘belonging’ to someone meant but it sounded like what I craved. He was so absolutely GORGEOUS. Unruly mop of black hair, tall lanky muscular frame-just defined, not all yucky and bulgy. An attitude of a surly God and Big manly hands and feet completed the God who’d stolen my heart and would hopefully rape me and anything else He chose. Not fully understanding the word faggot,  I was one. i never hated myself, only the assholes who picked on me.

The same day I first saw Savior my cousin and his buddy caught me in my backyard and fucked my throat and fed me my first cum. I hated them but I LOVED what they did and my constant daydream was Master doing just as they had after rescuing me-hence, He’s my SAVIOR. I lurked in shadows and hid in boxes ANYTHING to be close to and hear my Savior’s thoughts and deeds. He told a buddy He liked long hair. I’ve never allowed mine cut since. When I heard Him say He was going camping I knew the location and hid in the nearby woods to be near Master. At 14, I stole a car to follow Master one night. I went to every one of His basketball games and stood by the locker room door so I could smell Him as He passed by. I swiped many of His jocks and socks through the years and spent many hours smelling and tasting my Savior’s very essence at home in the dark. I was once even blessed by fate and was able to swipe His used condom after a date but with so much cum it burst before I got home. Still I got to taste Him and have the smell of His cum on my shirt.

I did anything I could to get close to my Savior and then He VANISHED, gone from school, His home.  I wanted to die. I hired a detective who worked for a day them beat me and took my money because I am a faggot but I didn’t care. One day in my misery at school I overheard some guys talking about Him. They mentioned His hunting with knives only, which I knew, and also one of His favorite weapons stores. I had a checker’s job there in two days. I still felt unworthy to speak directly to Him so I wrote out a contract offering myself, my love, my possessions, and my abilities to the Son of God.

After five years of stalking, stealing dirty things, and risking jail to be near Him, He accepted me! He did so very coolly, telling me of a trial period of proving myself to Him and the other Men in the family. Then He made me kneel and kiss His feet in the store.  When I was fired for obeying Him He grabbed my arm and yelled,  “FUCK YOU This is MY faggot” With such a burst of Alpha power and aggression this faggot came, HARD. And He smiled and I just started to giggle. He swept me up in powerful arms and with my pussy pointing at the sky He carried me out saying,  “you cum like a bitch, GOOD faggot!” 

I could go on about being introduced to the family, the security team, learning my duties. I must say I’m part of a dream family. I have a very sweet little brother who belongs to Master Dean, the King. He keeps things lively and fun. And was collared last evening as a birthday gift. Oh how divine that would be. And mommy is already a more caring, loving presence than the one I was born to could ever HOPE to be. I almost worship mommy. He’s taught me things that never occurred to me that leave my Savior’s nuts empty and Him gasping for air and bragging that I’m actually worth His attention. Then there’s God the Father. What a shining example of God and Man. While the Savior will ALWAYS be where my heart lives Fathers masculine and sexual prowess and power is a thing of dark, primal beauty and He somehow leaves faggots with MORE of a hunger for His cock and cum than before we started. I fall at His Holy feet He is so amazing.

I see in Him how my Savior will appear in twenty years and it is breathtaking. I’ve never achieved anything that makes me worthy of Master and His family. faggots just don’t get to be this fortunate especially when one comes from my hideous background. As a matter of fact circumstances demanded last evening that all three Alphas use me … ME! I can’t be living this blessed life! Father, the Savior and the King all used my mouth, my pussy, oh my very soul and it was AWESOME! All three honored me with their piss, spit, that glorious cum and even snot! My goodness these Gods don’t just nut They CUM!! I never seen such fountains of faggot joy! They are GODS! And I am the most fortunate of faggots to be owned by the SON of GOD! 

It’s a letter of pure love and devotion that I will never forget. Lessons about throughout Zak’s story, but the most important is this: if you are a faggot and you find your Alpha, DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN to attract him and offer his your life! Zak went to extremes even I wouldn’t have tried (like hiring the private investigator) just to try and get in a better position to be of use.

It’s that persistence and creativity Zak showed that eventually won him Master Chad’s attention and use. But it was that dream Zak had at the very beginning – a seemingly impossible dream – that ignited all of this. And when the chance to make that dream come true presented itself, Zak did not hesitate in the slightest!

And now he’s truly living his dream as the owned faggot of Master Chad and his Alpha family!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

There’s a part of me that is frightened of Master Chad, the first-born son of Alpha god Master Dino. Frankly, I felt the same way about Master Dino at one point as well, but I’ve come to see a great warmth and tenderness at the center of Master Dino’s maelstrom. I’m hoping that is the same with this great young Apex Alpha. Right now he’s a growing explosion of raw power and Alpha bravado that often leaves me startled.

Master Chad casually mentioned to me recently that he was eyeing up a faggot from his school that has been lusting after him for a remarkably long time. Then Master Dino mentioned this faggot in a recent phone conversation. It sounded like Master Chad was going to take this faggot and enslave it.

Sure enough, that’s exactly what happened. Here’s Master Chad’s account of this taking:

What’s up freaky faggot? I know I said I’d send you a video but I been busy sealing  the deal on my new faggot! I been test driving it’s fine holes with My Alpha Brother Shane.

Once I went to school with it and it’s been rubbing its clit for Me since fifth grade. AND I got its cherry. it’s sucked over 100 cocks so it could be an expert if and when it ever was blessed with the chance to worship The Savior but never gave up its faggot pussy cause it wanted The Savior to be the first man to breed it. Kinda like a slash saves its pussy til marriage.

it started working at a sport and gun store where I go. it got the job just because it tracked Me! its been sniffing around for My cock since I moved in with Pop and disappeared from the old hood. When it turned 18 last month it even paid a detective to track Me until he asked faggot its reasons and the hole didn’t lie. The detective was really mean to it. Bastard knocked it down and kicked it but it didn’t quit til it overheard some guys at school talking about where I buy some of My knives. I have a collection and most of em are even legal.  Lol  But faggot applied there for a clerk job and waited.

When I first saw it there I barely remembered it. Finally I did and I fucked with it thinking back to dudes picking at it and thumping it’s head and shit. it was shaking when I went thru its check stand and I saw it sneak something under My receipt as it put it in the bag.

Home at dinner I showed Pop the hunting knife I bought and then told Him about the faggot. “Goddamn Son, that’s the little faggot that was at every ballgame You played. That stupid dude that works at the store where you, aahh fuck. Zak is its name. Its dad is the dude We called clamhead. Can’t believe You couldn’t tell it cried in the dark for you. I knew that the first time I saw it looking at you.” That’s My Pop. I saw a folded paper in the bag and remembered. I read it and I realized just how much work and planning the dicklicker did just to be able to get the wild chance to slip this contract to Me. it offered its life, heart, money, car, and holes plus service and love for Me for life if I wanted it.

I went back the next day. I told it I would use it for a week and keep it if I thought it was worthy. I told it if it wanted Me to consider owning it to get in front of Me there in the check out line. It did and I made it bow to Me and kneel and kiss My palm. When it did I laughed and made it kiss My boots while about 13 or 14 people watched it humble itself before its God. The prissy manager came cursing us and screamed faggot was fired. You could tell it was a ‘homosexual’ instead of a true cumguzzling faggot and that it was pissed little bitch had a God to rescue it. I pulled it up by its pretty long hair, kissed it like it was female. You know all sweet with tongues and then spit in its mouth. As I gave the whole store a loud “FUCK YOU HOLES THIS IS MY fAGGOT” it held My arm and shook and fuckin creamed its panties. You know know I’m a cocky fuck so I threw it over My shoulder and marched out with My hole giggling like a cunt and rambling on about  how manly I am and how this and how that and its gratitude and love for its Savior.  it didn’t know that mommy calls Me that.

After several other ‘signs’ that this faggot belonged to Me I was sure I wanted it I told it that it was coming into a wild world with Me and it better mean its words of devotion to Me. I straightened its faggot head on how shit will be while it cried at My feet thanking Me for 49 loads I pumped it this week, it counted, and the pretty fuckin punishing treatment it got while I tested it. it said if I hadn’t made it mine its life would be over. And I had been its faggot dream since it had moved from Denver in grade school. it discovered it was a dirty faggot when a dude and its cousin started using its mouth when it was 14.

I’m glad its aces at cocksucking and that it saved its faggot pussy for Me to train to My needs. Goddamn faggot.  I just wanted you to know why you didn’t get the video but I had to brag about My new hole for My cum. it Might suck as good as mommy and its pussy is tighter than I ever had and I get to teach it exactly what I want and when to offer it. Life is awesome thanks to you piss drinking cumholes!

Every email from Master Chad is like this, like a bowl of chili made of words that has been smashed against a wall and then smeared around with a dirty mop. But in the midst of that whirlwind of information is a terrific account of the desperation and persistence of a faggot that tried everything it could think of to get Master Chad’s attention, and was finally successful.

And 49 loads later, the faggot is happier than ever. It’s now the property of a virile and volatile young King. Moral of the story: never give up trying to serve the true gods of our world!

In a troubling epilogue to Master Chad’s letter, he added this:

P.S. faggot, Me and Shane and JB are going to visit the private dick tomorrow and show Him how much I appreciate his helping faggot find its place in life. Hahaha I bet he’ll think before he ‘helps’ anybody like that again.  Fuckin’ ignorant mutherfucker! Later dirty faggot. 

If I were that private detective, I’d leave town right now!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been another long time since my last update about God Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, and all of the other Alphas and faggots living in the compound God Dino built into some nameless mountain. With this crew, it’s better to not ask certain questions.

So much has happened to each member of The Clan over the last few months that I thought it might be good to update them all at once. Well, at least update the stuff I’m allowed to discuss! Covering this rough Hierarchical assembly of Kings and slaves is like trying to describe a season of Real Housewives in which everybody gets raped in every episode.

Anyway, let’s start at the top:

I’m glad to say that Jamie, God Dino’s loyal fagwife of 18 years, made a full recovery from cancer. After an all-clear from the doctor, God Dino took Jamie on a months-long vacation to several beachfront resorts for total relaxation. God Dino left the family empire in the very capable hands of Master Chad (assisted by Master Dean) while they were away.

The long rest for Jamie proved prescient. Once they returned, Master Chad determined to add significantly to the workload…

Master Chad might be the most prolific Alpha breeder I’ve ever covered here, maybe only rivaled by California Alpha. He’s fathered more than 40 children already! Of course, since his introduction to faggot pussy (covered here), he’s basically been breeding everything with a hole and filling it with his prodigious cumshots.

Out of the children he’s created so far, he fathered 13 sons by a couple of awful females who have been nothing but problems for him. So he teamed up with God Dino to take full custody of these 13 sons!

Now the 13 infants are living in The Compound and tended to by the faggots caring for everything there: Jamie, Jimmy, and the rainbow faggots greenfaggot, bluefaggot, orangefaggot, white faggot, and pinkfaggot. The faggots take turns with the babies as they each have other duties in service of the multiple Alphas living there. Needless to say, these faggots live harried but fulfilled lives!

Master Chad wanted a fagwife much like his Father, so he chose to marry his primary faggot C.C. in a sweet private ceremony.

But that’s not all! Recently C.C. said that she wanted to have a vagina fashioned out of her useless skin flap (not a full transition, just an extra hole for her Master), so God Dino called in a few favors and arranged for surgery. C.C.’s surgery went very well and should be returning home soon!

Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy are just 16 years old, but they’ve already experienced more of life’s wonder and fulfillment than most people four times their age. If you recall, they were already having sex with each other since the age of 10 without the oversight of God Dino, their Hierarchical roles clearly defined from birth. Once God Dino took them in, they more fully accepted the truth of their situation. This allowed Master Dean to grow deeper into his very clear role as a burgeoning God Alpha, and it also allowed little Jimmy to truly blossom and thrive as his adorably insatiable faggot.

Master Dean wanted to make his ownership of Jimmy official by marrying his precious fag brother. Of course, this is difficult to do in most parts of the world. However, God Dino found out it could be accomplished in Argentina, so he flew with them out to that foreign land for the ceremony!

After the nuptials, the group then flew to Belgium for some authentic Belgium chocolate! How’s THAT for romance?!?

Many readers were inspired by the story of greenfaggot, and expressed hope that it was finding peace and success under God Dino’s care.

Indeed, greenfaggot has been doing well! In fact, greenfaggot has had a crucial role to play in the development of a powerful new straight Alpha who will soon debut here!

Schooling is progressing for bluefaggot with fine results, no easy feat considering the massive workload all of the faggots share! Recently Jamie remarked about how quickly bluefaggot is learning, which is encouraging!

This is most of what I’ve been allowed to update about The Clan. They’re very private but well-connected people, so I’m privileged to even be able to share this much.

I just don’t know if there has ever been a more intense, focused Hierarchical environment than the one cultivated by God Dino and his extended family. It’s been a wild ride, but I’ve cherished every crazy moment of it!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

My beautiful faggot friend Jamie has been steadily recovering from a terrifying bout of cancer and a grueling treatment regimen that has apparently overcome the tumors. It has been a time of great trial and some cautious jubilation. Soon Jamie and husband Master Dino will embark on a wonderful and recuperative three-month tour of several beaches together.

Jamie is a faggot who has seen and done it all in life, and experienced the pinnacle of Alpha raging and rutting at the hands of Master Dino (and now his Alpha sons, too!). So I guess it was no surprise that Jamie felt compelled to write a few thoughts about the midnight attack faggot Tim endured from Master Rex.

I hope you are doing well. As the house faggots and I were cleaning up the breakfast remains we listened to the podcast. The Men have gone to work so we freely chatted and voiced our opinions about the ‘problem’ of the day.  

As you know I have served my amazing Master for almost 2 decades. For 17 years I’ve been a live-in faggot and Master Dino collared me in 2007 and found me worthy of His name and ring in 2015. Since my situation is different than most I began asking what my babies thought of tim’s ‘rape’.  When we faggots are without our Men all know they may freely come to mommy with anything that troubles or concerns them. They look to me for advice and help. Also let me be clear-Master Dino refers to His Sons, both Alpha and faggot, as ‘our’ Sons so I do as well and They do treat me as such. Therefore, I receive a bit of respect not enjoyed by most faggots. I helped raise the Boys and helped instill Them with Their Father’s code of honor or, if faggots, i did my best to teach and show how we can be, as Daddy states, “top-shelf faggots”. 

It wasn’t a huge surprise to find, to varying degrees, my babies thought as I did. The word rape is kind of tossed around by Alpha and faggot alike. I know of one Alpha Brother of my Owner’s uses that word to describe every sexual encounter He has. Many faggots speak of being ‘raped’ in glowing terms because rough aggression is a big part of Alpha/faggot life. Face it, true faggots NEED to be used by their Owners rather roughly. We CRAVE the things that scare many in ‘polite society’. While I don’t believe anyone faggot or female should be abused, the faggots I know want or at least know at some point their Master will be aggressive and rough. Men have needs, some dark and primal, and faggots exist for Them to use, fulfilling those needs. Every faggot here agrees. When you submit and an Alpha claims you you become His property.  From that point ANYTHING He uses you for is His decision.  You gave yourself to Him.

Short of repeated physical abuse or murder your Owner has a perfect right to use you in any way He chooses. If you aren’t prepared for and can’t deal with ANY eventuality then you aren’t ready for service and possibly you aren’t a true faggot. I personally love it when my Master uses me to release His aggression and rage because in my soul I feel I am fulfilling my faggot purpose. I am His hole. I was created to take Him and His power inside me and relieve Him thereby fulfilling Him and giving Him His Hierarchical right to be Master.  Of course, afterward faggots are left trembling and gasping, maybe a bit injured, and maybe scared. After all, your Master just transferred His rage,  power, and even love into you. My advice when this happens is lie quietly. Replay the scene in your mind and FEEL your body, feel the warmth of His seed inside you, spreading and becoming part of you. Feel where His hands held you as He took you. If you don’t orgasm or feel as if you’re going to then I’m at a loss. Not one faggot here doesn’t understand that feeling of purpose, that feeling of, no matter of worthiness or anything, your Owner just showed you that He needed you. He just gifted you with His most prized treasures-intimacy and His semen. You were just allowed to see and experience His true self. By nature Men are not cuddly creatures. They have moments of genuine affection but you give Them real intimacy and affection by submitting to Their aggression and, quite frankly, being Their cum hole. This is what sustains a faggot, this is the highest of highs for us. We are holes that receive a Man’s most precious gifts, gifts He shares with no other-not even a female. We give Men things that women do not and that’s a HUGE honor for faggots. Sex with females is for population of the earth. Sex with faggots is for a Man’s pleasure, His satisfaction, His release. We faggots give Men what they need to feel like a Man.

To a true faggot there is no higher purpose than that.

I feel better knowing that the Queen of faggots largely agrees with my take on this issue. Jamie has endured some of the most violent and aggressive use known to fagdom. The fact that Jamie emerged from that trial by fire with a deeper and more profound appreciation and love for Alpha power really speaks to the need to use faggots that way.

I’m so glad that Tim seems to have come through this initial test quite well. Like Jamie, I hope Tim finds a powerful Alpha Master who will love it and use it forever!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I haven’t updated Jamie’s story as he battles cancer for the third time in his life. Master Dino and the family have been rallying around him in the most touching and love-affirming way imaginable. With that much positive reinforcement, it seems impossible to imagine Jamie not beating this scary affliction once again.

But it’s not going to be easy. Jamie had surgery to remove four cancers from his spine and liver. Now he’s been undergoing very powerful radiation therapy (perhaps the most barbaric form of cancer treatment) to eliminate any remaining cancer.

Little Bunny Jimmy wrote me this sweet and optimistic note to update me on what was happening.

Hi brother, It’s jimmy. How have you been? I’m tired but ok. I came home last night to be with King and just BE. You understand? I’m going back tonight because it’s starting to get bad for mommy. I mean getting sick and stuff. Daddy made me come home. I won’t again until mommy does unless the Men make me.

They said the treatments are aggressive. That’s the word and mommy’s hair is thinner the last 2 days. Mommy said the other times it was weeks before hair fell out but the treatments are as strong as they can do so it’s happening already and it’s all getting hard to watch. I don’t care. I’m going to be a good faggot like mommy. I never let mommy see me upset but Daddy caught me crying one day in the outer room on a break. That’s why He made me come home a night. But I’m not letting Him catch me again.

Daddy has been so sweet with mommy. Sometimes it’s like watching a different Man. He’s still real strong and authoritative but wow! I always knew Daddy loved mommy but Sam it’s just so strange to SEE the love without the rough talk He always has. He’s still real Manly but it’s tempered. (Isn’t. my vocabulary a lot better. I do school stuff when mommy is in radiation or the other stuff I can’t spell).

I was so grateful to have this update. I’ve been worried sick about my fag brother and friend! Jamie is the one I first met from the entire orbit of Master Dino, and we hit it off immediately.

Let me tell you, there isn’t a faggot on earth that worships and serves Alphas more voraciously or passionately than Jamie. Every molecule of Master Dino has been savored and consumed by this most dedicated brother, and his great love letters to his husband/Master are tributes to the undying devotion of a great faggot!

I wish my brother a speedy and complete recovery! He’s on my mind every day, and I love him!

Always,

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The story of Master Matt admitting his love for his beloved faggot Yul is very close to my heart. I had an incredibly difficult time writing the story and then recording the accompanying podcast because it was so emotional and raw. I dearly love both Master Matt and Yul, and to see them in such turmoil broke my heart as much as it re-energized it.

In the podcast I mentioned Master Dino marrying his faggot Jamie and his son Master Chad proposing to his faggot Zak. Masters Dino and Chad are straight Alphas, but they have both fallen in love with their faggots because of the unbridled devotion of the faggots. They are just two of many examples of straight Alphas falling in love with faggots that I have painstakingly chronicled here over the years. IT HAPPENS, regardless of what anybody’s preconceived notions tell them.

I didn’t record the podcast to send any kind of message to Master Dino and his clan sequestered somewhere in the mountains of the American southeast, but they apparently gathered together to listen to that particular podcast as a family on Sunday morning.

And then Master Dino wrote this beautiful letter of support for Master Matt as he wrestles with the same issues Master Dino once did.

faggot,   This morning as jamie was coaxing its protein shake out of my nuts Zak came Into My sanctuary, knelt beside jamie and humbly expressed its desire for the family to listen to your podcast at breakfast. I knew something of importance was said because Zak is no drama queen so I patted its head as I pumped My faggot wife its 1st load of the day. Being the excellent faggot it is jamie motioned for Zak and let the faggot-in-law-to-be have My last 2 ropes of cum. Then both shared the ‘chore’ of cleaning the cock of the God both love and worship. 

As I watched their movements I was filled with several emotions but mostly amazement.  I wondered how My jamie could LOVE and worship so thoroughly, so completely after almost 18 years of being My cumhole. Then I remembered some times I had given it nothing but emotional pain and many tear filled nights-nights empty of anything except My prodigious load and My young Macho posturings. Before I knew it the 2 little dick lickers had Me ready to blast. And jamie being the sweet mommy figure of all My children here let the faggot daughter it loves have the first 6 ropes of the stuff jamie lives for as My wife smiled up at me beaming with pride. But I digress.

After listening, the faggots cleared the table while We Men discussed what we’d heard. All house faggots know if they have an opinion or a desire its fine to voice it when it doesn’t interfere with the Men’s discussion. jamie’s position as My wife and faggot mommy gives it the right to interrupt anyone but Me but it seldom to never takes that advantage. We spent over 2 hours on both sides of the topic of Alpha/faggot love. My Boys and their friend and Alpha Brother Shane heatedly defended their right to fall in love with ANYTHING they chose while still impregnating and/or eating out all the pussy available.

I could hear the faggots giggling and whispering as they cleaned the kitchen behind us. I thought back to those 1st months of jamie’s long and faithful devotion, equating what I’d just heard with Our situation and surprise, surprise! Hot stinging tears jumped to My eyes as I remembered 1 incident of jamie’s TOTAL humiliation because of its love and devotion to Me. (Save that for another time faggot)  It took 10 YEARS for My beloved cum dump to hear all it ever wanted – that I LOVED it. My take on such things had been what I assumed were most Alpha feelings on the subject, that I couldn’t love or kiss or ‘make love’ to a man, faggot or not. When I met My cumslut the ONLY use I had for faggots was as funny punching bags whose attempts to worship Me resulted in their pain and suffering, if not hospitalization.  (You know the story faggot)

But I saw and FELT something in its eyes when I met it that made Me listen to its sad story of an impoverished childhood, its success in its chosen field, and its instant knowledge that it was created to love only me from the 1st second of seeing Me. It took time for My young mind to realize several things. My jamie is, was, and forever will be a faggot NOT a man. It gave up a half a million dollar per year career it LOVED after Our discussion of My CONSIDERATION of allowing it to be My DL cocksucker. I’d never encountered such devotion from any breeder cunt. This faggot was giving Me its LIFE because I was thinking about keeping it on standby as a hole to cum in when I couldn’t find any other available hole. My babywhore taught Me the true meaning of ‘love’ and helped Me grow as a Man, a person, and stood proudly 2 steps behind on My path to becoming the Alpha Male/Father/and Husband I eventually became. My sweet cunt endured many terrible things and tolerated much so it could be a part of My world.

You see, My young mind was torn for over a year. The little hole would often make something that felt like love swell inside Me and would erupt into 1 of Our marathons of sex, bodily fluids, and total devotion to My desires. After the last pump of cum entered jamie My societal brainwashing would surface and I had to create a situation where I was forced to ‘behave as a MAN’ and I would punch My boy and occasionally beat it to the ground to save face. My foolish immaturity brought much needless pain to the sweet faggot I now PROUDLY love and cherish.

Think about that faggots – jamie so loved Me, so completely believed I could and would become a REAL Man one day that it endured not only physical beatings but also My own special brand of mental torture AND the fact that it’s only respite from abuse was attained through its service to Me which only led to more anger, recriminations, and yet more violence. All through that My wife cared for our home, My needs, My taunts, My desertion of months, and MY total control of its money, its very life AND IT NEVER WAIVERED. Not once did it ever raise its voice or disrespect Me in any way. It waited patiently for My return and treated Me with the same calm, loving devotion it always had. It BELIEVED in Me, something no one had EVER done. It was a long, hard road to get where we are now. Recounting all this I unashamedly admit My tears are flowing as My jamie sits between My legs, smiling and simply loving its Husband.

I believe I’ve taught My Sons one of the true lessons of life which is love whatever makes you happy. The love between 2 beings is THE foundation of a harmonious, fulfilling life. If one is blessed enough to find it in ANY package it arrives, unwrap that sucker and fill it with your seed and take it as yours and DAMN THE WORLD because We Men are Gods! No matter your previous actions and attitudes now adult responsibility must take over. Your future happiness is entirely on Your shoulders. You do as Your soul commands You and if You’ve listened closely You too will achieve the level of love, adoration, and fulfillment I and My faggot wife have finally reached. We are NOT equals but we are a married couple who love and understand who we are and what we need and know together we can achieve any goal and every pleasure a love/sex union could ever produce. 

Well faggot, you know I never admit My failings easily but to reveal one’s experiences for the benefit of knowledge for others is a true sign of manhood. I can never really make My shabby, immaturity towards My cunt justified so I now make sure every single day jamie knows it is MY hole, possession, heart, love and, of course, My beloved receptacle of My bodily fluids. No one can ever know all that passes between 2 beings that love each other and therefore cannot judge ANY relationship but their own.

You and your readers now know more about what makes Me, Me than My own family knows. I hope this helps any Alpha out there struggling with emotions they fear the ‘world’ won’t understand. My advice to the Master of Yul–stand firmly on Your truth, raise your fist with Your hole swallowing Your cock and yell a mighty “FUCK YOU!” to a world of fools and lemmings and blast Your load into WHOMEVER pleases You, Brother. And if You are true to yourself I will proudly call You My Brother.

FUCK YES!

This is a defiant middle finger to not only those who would judge God Alphas like him or Master Matt, but also to the societal expectations that attempt to shackle great Men and hinder their development into truly all-powerful beings. Master Dino chose to follow the truth he discovered in his heart, and he achieved it through rage and gritted teeth and years of fierce battles. He fought it and fought it until he realized he was fighting for no reason at all.

Gods do not make apologies or excuses to ants. Similarly, God Alphas owe nothing to the world except declarations of their own will.

Master Dino forged his own path, one of honesty, bravery, and truth. And here he pledges to fight alongside his God Alpha brother Master Matt as he begins this same journey.

I’m just a faggot, so my support for Master Matt is limited. But I hope Master Matt is strengthened by Alpha brothers like Master Dino rising up to unite with him and offering their support for him. The fraternity of Alphas is infinitely powerful and indestructible. It surrounds and protects Master Matt right now in this critical time of his life.

It leaves me kneeling, head bowed, with tears of gratitude and awe dropping to the earth. Thank you, Master Dino!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I knew when I published that post from Jamie about the damage Master Dino inflicted on it that I would soon hear from the Man Himself.

And, like clockwork, Master Dino appeared in my inbox!

I love being a weird little part of Master Dino’s Kingdom. I’ve come to love and respect all of them. So when I hear how my posts about them excite them so much, it gives me a warm feeling in my shriveled faggot heart.

Good evening faggot, Your post of Mine and My little dicklicker’s (he’s talking about his fag wife Jamie here) most recent trip to the Alpha Playground had the faggots all atwitter and the Men in a bit of awe of Their Alpha Father’s testosterone-fueled imagination and impishly wicked sense of fun.

If I leave ANY wisdom to My Sons it is if it isn’t any fun for you to do then it is the wrong thing for you to do. If one doesn’t get SOME enjoyment from life why the fuck be here?

Halloween is always meaningful to My faggot and I. No creature on earth will ever know why except My precious cumhole and I. I try to do something every year on Halloween, the anniversary of My making it My legal faggot wife, and the anniversary of the day it met Me and its life’s purpose was fulfilled. Three days that I make special for My faggot for which it spends the other 362 worshiping Me. Test Your power and put Your faggot through its paces and just use a little imagination and it adds an element of fun and a little extra grunt in Your rut. Like I always say about the Alpha Playground, ” Its the place faggots beg to enter and scream to leave.” Hahaha!

Anyway those 2 videos we emulated were some of jamie’s favorites. it knew what it was asking of Daddy. it knows Daddy has a dark side, which thrills the faggot. I suppose faggots are attracted to bad boys just like breeder cunts. jamie is the only living thing to have seen and been completely used by the unbridled dark half of Me so when it goes down certain paths with Daddy it may not know the journey but it has a goddamned good idea as to the condition in which it will arrive. As I’ve said before the hole I cum in isn’t as innocent as it appears. It’s a fucking cumguzzling slut! And I wouldn’t own it if it was any other way. Hahahahahaha

So faggot, the family was together discussing life, sex, and faggots all because of your post. I suppose Chad will share Zak since the pussy I own is out of commission for a minute. Zak’s a sweet hole. And don’t worry about your brother between what I feed it and the loads the Boys give AND the loads it “faggot charms” from them because it’s a dirty faggot whore, jamie will be just fine. Ha! All this wholesome family stuff is great but Goddamn, let’s get to fucking bed or get to bed and fuck or whatever. Fuck you faggot! Hahaha GOD

I don’t know if there is an Alpha on the planet who enjoys using faggots more than Master Dino. He and his Alpha sons are primal animals of pure lust, and their faggots are just as greedy to be used in any way possible.

From the first time I heard their story until now, I don’t know if I’ve heard of an Alpha/faggot relationship so violently perfect. It’s a Union bathed in blood and cum and wrapped in the unholy powers of darkness … and it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful like a dead, twisted old tree standing defiantly on a plain. Never ignored, never forgotten, and neverending.

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Master Dino and his faggot wife Jamie have been extraordinarily open about their unconventional lives and their unusual family situation. They’ve done so at great risk to themselves.

Ultimately, though, Master Dino fears no Man, court, or authority. He does what he wants with anybody he wants at any time he wants.

And however hard he wants.

Master Dino recently took his faggot wife Jamie out for a vacation together for a few days. After months in that crazy house with Master Dino’s Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean breeding like bulls and tearing up the place, Master Dino thought it would be good for them to get a breather.

But Master Dino’s idea of a breather isn’t like that of a typical Man or even a typical Alpha. Jamie discovered that in the most painful way possible:

Well its 3 days until the twins birthday thank goodness the preparations for the ‘mini-event’ are nearly complete. i’ve been busy with that since Daddy and i returned from our Halloween excursion.

sam it was fabulous and we’ve seen those two videos so much that with Daddy extraordinary accoutrements and wicked sense of fun it was an amazing experience that fired us up in ways that guaranteed a scene both of us will treasure. I believe Daddy described the videos (and its Jordan Fox) so you know there is a playfully demonic physicality to enacting them with ‘Daddy precision’.

All in all Daddy and His dark half were thrillingly scary and way sexier than any Man, even an Alpha, ought to be. He came from the scene more the studly Alpha ManGod than ever before and has proudly strutted around making the Boys look up to Him even more and the other faggots envious of little old nothing me! Lol.

As im sure baby (Jimmy) has told you because it had to do my job for a few days, i was lost in ‘happy faggot land’ and would NOT release Daddy’s furry leg. In the past when such emotional exhibits caused Daddy concern Doc simply explained that when such an explosion of everything that is ‘us’ that i am like the acid tripper who is so high theres nothing to do but wait two days for me to come down and to allow me whatever ‘security blanket’ comforts me. My security is Daddy and since i adore His yummy legs that’s where i find myself ‘waking’ time and again after such fulfilling and joyful service.

I’ll stop here momentarily. You see, Master Dino was so turned on by the interviews I had with Master Dino that he wanted to go farther in his use of his fag wife than he’d ever gone before (which is MUCH farther than most Men ever go!).

Upon returning from that brutal trip, Jamie was so bewildered and traumatized by the experience that all it could do was hang onto Master Dino’s leg for dear life like a monkey on a swinging tree. Little Jimmy did indeed write to me to tell me this, too.

Then I found out why:

I came back after almost three days a bit bruised and battered but that was expected. Later that night I noticed my back hurt a bit but i have problems sometimes since i was injured in football almost forty years ago. By last night I couldn’t move my leg without screaming and the Boys gently carried me to bed as Daddy called Doc. His diagnosis? At least one cracked rib and–the worst thing–a pulled, possibly torn groin muscle. i got permission for my language here, its hurts like a MUTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!

my chest is wrapped like a mummy and it will be days, maybe longer until i am allowed out of bed. Doc then delivered the cruelest blow of all, announcing to Daddy that i am over fifty now and older bodies shouldn’t be doing shit that would exhaust 20-somethings. Bastard! (He he he)

Now i am propped upon the bed being fed food, drugs, and cum and served as i have done Daddy many times. Wish you could see my Savior (Master Chad). He’s being so kind and concerned, a side generally not seen by many, and He’s SO cute! Daddy enjoys that He is so caring as it says a lot about how He will deal with future faggot mishaps. He pops in every hour or so with questions like, “Are the faggots doing all you need mommy?” and “Is Pop bustin’ you enough cum cause i can shoot ya a couple more today”.

So I feel like a princess and will continue to do so even with the pain and lack of feeling useful until i heal. i am glad baby Jimmy has Zak to help it because cooking, and caring for these Gods can be quite daunting for a baby faggot. i like Zak. it fit hand in glove with this family and especially with its Savior and Master, my Chad.

Well i’m woozy from the morphine and Roxy’s so now I sleep and when I wake there will be faggots here with food and drink and loving concern or Men with cigarettes, pills, and hard dicks ready to feed the injured faggot. Either way, i believe i can survive it all. Lol

All my love brother, faggot jamie

Pulverized by Master Dino! Let’s see Master Fox top THAT!

I’m sure it’s easy for Master Dino to forget that Jamie is much older than him given everything Jamie has handled in its life. It’s been a full, rich faggot life for Jamie as the primary possession of a god like Master Dino!

But, like any valuable possession, they can sometimes be broken!

I wish my dear brother Jamie a speedy recovery!