This video is a perfect example of how an Alpha should talk to his faggot. Confident, degrading, encouraging, and acknowledging the purpose of the faggot.
Talking to them this way reinforces that purpose and claims them mentally.
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Like Alpha Father, Like Alpha Son
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Phillip’s 15-year-old Alpha son Phillip The Fifth, also known as “Five” or “Spike”. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Disclaimer: All communication with Master Five, the teen son of Master Phillip, has been conducted on Master Phillip’s email and overseen by him with his approval as his legal guardian. All of the pearl-clutching whiners accusing me of grooming or lechery can go fuck themselves. This is presented as part of the hierarchical record as an example of what is possible.
Several years ago I followed Master Dino’s story as he introduced his three underaged sons to the wondrous truth of hierarchy. It was a wild introduction, particularly with Master Chad! All three sons eagerly embraced their hierarchical places; Masters Chad and Dean were natural Alphas, while Dean’s twin brother Jimmy was already serving as his faggot.
At the time I remember remarking how natural it all was, this seemingly-ancient ritual of Alpha fathers passing on their Alpha legacy and heritage to their glorious new sons. I recently repeated that when discussing the situation with Master Chad’s close friend Master Phillip, who has recently been taught about hierarchy and the use of faggots. This sharing of Alpha legacy is deeply important to both the Alpha fraternity as well as society itself.
When Master Phillip brought his two sons to the island home of God Dino and The Family, he hinted that he would introduce his 15-year-old son “Five” (so named because he is Phillip The Fifth) to the glories of faggot worship. However, I didn’t know how long that might be.
Answer: not long at all!
Master Phillip encouraged his son to write to me about his experience, something that has become a rite of passage among the Family members.
Hey, I’m Phillip’s Son. We have the same name so I’m called 5. Uncle Chad and sometimes others call me Spike because of my spiked do. Daddy told me I could tell you anything about all this shit and before you think anything weird Daddy is just what I’ve always called him.
I really don’t know how to talk to a faggot I ain’t using. But by God I promise your pussy will be wanting this meat after I’m done. Lol Daddy says you know my story up until I conquered greenie so I’ll start with that. The faggot showed me the man I am. After about 4 hours and 5 nuts Uncle Chad comes in. He said with my cock sticking up and my hair I looked like a half skinned porcupine. Then he led me to the loft where the faggots sleep. The whole goddamn rainbow was lined up just for me. Fuck! I jumped on it bitch. I fucked them all with Uncle Chad sliding in right behind me after i moved to the next hole. Then Daddy and Dean and Cal came in and my first and definitely not my last family orgy started. After many hours Daddy took me to see his injured faggot. Fuck, she sucked me like I’ve always wanted. Oh, I left 2 faggots on their period upstairs! (edit: meaning the faggots were bleeding from their pussies being torn – sam) Fuck bitch after almost 2 damn days my mind is blown, my cock is raw, my bag empty and my body exhausted. I really don’t know what else to say without spitting out gory details. After the orgy ended Me and Daddy smoked a Kool and talked about a lot of shit. I got a lot to learn but I’m happy enough right now. Uncle Chad fucks with me cause im a kid and tries to get me into shit. I’m a little naive but I’m learning. I look up to him really. Almost as much as Daddy. My Father is my hero. He says not to make that decision until he tells me some personal shit but he couldn’t say anything that would change my mind.
Some shit is still a little freaky and some is unbelievable! I used to sweat about Daddy knowing that I’m bisexual but coolest dude ever, he told me any hole I like I should take! These dudes are Gods. I really just can’t believe this fucking shit is real! And the guys are taking me to the big island Saturday to fuck some real cunts. I’m feeling my Alpha powers grow with every lesson and every nut, faggot.
Uncle Chad sneaked up behind me and read what I’ve written. He says I need to be rougher when I talk to a faggot. I said to him, Goddamn, am I supposed to call her slutty faggot every paragraph or something? He laughed and punched my arm and called me punk. He’s cool. He said Daddy told him I liked hunting with a bow so he’ll show me how he hunts and take me with him next time. And Cal is going to teach me some mechanics which is super fucking awesome. Uncle Dean’s going to give me some insight into the gay side of me which is super cool. Uncle Dean is into bikes like me too.
I’ve sweated about the bi thing a lot but the guys couldn’t care less and still see me as a masculine man. Goddamn I got so much to learn. All the stories I hear of God (Dino) are kinda scary but I can’t wait to meet the man that dominates Daddy and my uncles. Jesus! Even the pics of him are a little intimidating.
I should stop talking. I don’t know how interesting this will be to your readers but the guys say I’ll be real happy after the rainbow reads it. I’m jacked up about the cunts on Saturday! And when joy is better Daddy and me are going to fuck her together and even double dick her if she can handle our fat cocks. She is on fire to try it. A little secret? So am I bitch! Lol
My mind is spinning like a fucking hurricane! I’m hungry. I’m horny as hell. I want us guys to hang out. I want a cig. I want to try a cunt. I want to get high. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck the planet bitch! Fuck! FUCK! My mission now is to slam my cock in any pussy I like and dump my cum in it! I’m learning faggot. One day they say I might be a God. I don’t know about that but I do know one thing. I intend to end every day with a sore prick and an empty sack! Lol I’ll sign off now just like Daddy told me—FUCK ALL YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS! Another Alpha is coming to fuck the bottom of your pussies out!
Master 5
My first impression of Master Five is he’s absolutely cut from the same cloth as his father, but in telling of this experience I was struck at how much he sounds like Master Chad when he started writing to me about using faggots for the first time! Their reactions were very similar, although Master Five had many more in-house faggots to choose from than Master Chad did.
So it’s understandable that Master Five would be overwhelmed with the banquet of faggot delights spread out for him at such a young and horny age!
I have yet to hear from Master Phillip since all of this transpired. I’m sure they’re all at the big island fucking as many females as possible today (Saturday), and it should be interesting to learn how female pussy compares to faggot pussy in the mind of Master Five!
All I know is this “passing of the torch” of Alpha legacy from father to son has been happening since Cain and Abel and will continue as long as humans walk the Earth. It’s as integral to hierarchy as a cock, a scent, and a will to dominate or submit. It’s part of the foundation of hierarchy, a cornerstone.
Today, Master Phillip joins in that fraternal arrangement! With his Alpha son at his side, they can now conquer – and rule – together!
P.S. when I see a Father Lion with his male cub, I think of Alpha Fathers teaching their Alpha sons. So magnificent!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Avi, a 21-year-old faggot discovering the wonders of cunting and deepening his submission to Alphas! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
People were pretty excited to read the thread developing here about a faggot named Avi who was being cunted by his childhood friend (who still remains unnamed!). All along I have been urging Avi to actually submit and ask this Alpha to take official ownership of him. After all, definitive ownership would be great in developing Avi’s submission, but also help to elevate his Alpha friend to his proper place hierarchically and teach him deeper truths.
Avi agreed. Right before Thanksgiving he wrote this: The Alpha as a childhood friend has been invited by mother to our Thanksgiving celebration this evening, so I intend to ask him to own me today. I believe he will say yes. I will keep you updated.
Well, during yesterday’s Thanksgiving festivities Avi decided to take a bold step. Check this out!
The Alpha and I talked once he got into the house. We both went to speak first, and I stopped myself and he told me that I was his, and I told him I was about to ask to be his. We stared at each other and just laughed, as we realized I’d been his from when we first met in first grade. He told me we were going to have our own ‘celebration’ before the Thanksgiving one. He ordered me to my knees, and fucked my face so good I came three times just from servicing his delicious smelling and tasting cock. Then he bent me over my bed, and cunted me again! He fucked me for two hours, with a couple short breaks in between. But I kept cumming and shuddering, and my mind kept getting deep into subspace as it broke over and over. Again, I felt like I was looking at Apollo descended from Olympus, like he was the sun around which I orbit. Then, he was sweet enough to hold me as I came back to myself, and clean me up, and then we went down to Thanksgiving dinner together, and he fingered my pussy throughout the dinner. And when it was over, and the others were distracted with festivities, we snuck off and I spent the rest of the time serving his cock, getting cunted again, even though I was coming dry at that point, even though my pussy kept quivering. He told me to give him the key to my clitty cage, and that he wants me plugged when not fucked. And I’m to keep dressing rather effeminately, but to now add a slutty edge.
I am so happy to be owned.
Beautiful!
It’s great to see that Avi’s former friend/new Master already has the instincts needed to properly own a faggot. I loved hearing that he held Avi and helped Avi recover after such an explosive cunting session! Many Alphas ignore aftercare (because, of course, Men don’t require aftercare), but this Master does appreciate the need to help a faggot recuperate after being fucked by his powerful Alpha cock! I imagine some of that stems from the fact that they’ve been friends since early childhood and there are some deep emotions involved.
I just knew it wouldn’t take much for Avi to convince his Alpha friend to take ownership of him! As faggots, we must be brave like this! In many cases we are introducing the very thing many Alphas need but don’t realize it yet. These Alphas are a bit like Mr. Anderson in the movie THE MATRIX, stuck inside an ill-fitting world and conditioned to conform, when in reality they are actual SUPERHUMANS like Neo. And just like Mr. Anderson had to be tempted down the “rabbit hole” and shown the truth, so do these Alphas!
Brave faggots like Avi show the way!
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Hierarchical Truth Saves A Marriage!
One of the precepts of this site is the truth that Hierarchy is the foundation of all aspects of human society, especially within close interpersonal relationships, and any deviation from one’s purpose within Hierarchy usually ends up failing due to imbalance. It’s how I’ve always been able to predict outcomes between males, because invariably all males find their center of gravity within the Hierarchy paradigm.
That is to say: we all must find and fulfill our hierarchical purpose in order for our lives to have satisfaction, peace, and meaning.
Again and again I’ve covered true stories that plainly illustrate this fact: anytime there’s a problem within a relationship, check how things are going Hierarchically first. You will usually find the trouble there.
Today I received this wonderful story from a faggot named Dean. He’s been married to his husband for six years, but things slowly began to fall apart. Notice what happened here:
Sam, I just wanted to tell you how the hierarchical truth saved my marriage. After being together with my husband for 6 years, this summer we were on the verge of divorce. We both felt that sex was not satisfying for neither of us and our relationship did not make us happy.
The night that he was packing his things I couldn’t stop crying and that made him frustrated and furious with me. At one point he lost his patience and, full of rage, he pushed me on the bed and fucked me almost like an animal. I cried even louder but, far from making him stop, he pushed his socks into my mouth and continued using my hole. That night he cunted me and I realised I was a faggot and that I needed to submit to him to save our relationship.
Until that moment we had a vanilla relationship and we gave each other pleasure, but since then I can proudly say that he is my Master. I suck his dick every morning until he comes and then he leaves to work leaving me leaking and in heat. He knows that when he comes back in the evening my hole will be wet and ready. It’s almost ironic that, now that he doesn’t reciprocate blowjobs and doesn’t let me come, I feel more satisfied than ever. My aching balls are a constant reminder of his power.
love,
Dean
What my brother Dean describes is exactly what I’ve been preaching my entire life, but specifically online here for ten years. As he says, it’s “almost ironic” that giving up personal physical pleasure and living to serve actually devote everything to serving the needs of the Alpha partner brings much greater pleasure, but in reality it’s NOT ironic because that is exactly how Hierarchy works.
The problem here is that people try to think they know better, that Hierarchical rules don’t apply to them, that there are not “roles” they should fulfill … but then they live unhappy and unfulfilled lives because of their refusal to understand and accept the truth!
Almost anytime I’m asked to look into a troubled relationship, it’s always a hierarchical issue. I’m like a chiropractor, searching through the skeleton and finding the hierarchical bone out of place. If we look at larger society, much of the marital unhappiness across the board stems from a lack of obedience to hierarchical realities. Women want to be equal to Men, and Men are abdicating their natural leadership roles so they can become soft video game players instead of the MEN who once built our world.
Once Dean accepted his role as his husband’s devoted faggot and began fulfilling it, notice how naturally his husband slipped into his proper role as well! And viola! their marital troubles evaporated like morning dew!
Lesson: always obey your hierarchical purpose!
Thank you, Dean, for sharing such a personal story of success!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Avi, a 21-year-old faggot discovering the wonders of cunting and deepening his submission to Alphas! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Recently I’ve had a couple of questions from a young faggot named Avi about being cunted and also about “The Void” that often results from cunting. If you follow the link above, you’ll be able to access those previous question/answer correspondences between us.
I had asked Avi about this yet-unnamed Alpha and his relationship with him. He provided me some context:
So he was my best friend since Elementary school, maybe about 1st grade? And even as children there was a distinct difference between us. He was a calm, cool, logical masculine guy, and I was the and I quote several people here, “feral, gremlin wild child who felt too much, chased butterflies, put flowers in his hair, and liked swishy skirts.” At some point as we got older, he got broader, more muscular, and rather dominant. And I got more feminine, and even more of a twink, though if you ask anyone who knows me I’m still a feral wildchild who like butterflies and flowers even if I’m more gothic now. But something shifted in our friendship when we were in High School, I think. He started taking the lead on things, and it felt right for me to just go along with it. At the time I knew I was gay, but hadn’t realized I was a fag, so I just thought I was following the vibes, you know? But after we both graduated, and he started working and I went to college, we both started to get into this lifestyle, but remained friends. So after I cunted myself with the dildo and felt the Void, I went to the one Alpha I knew wouldn’t refuse me. And he cunted me again, properly. I say former friend, but that’s because he’s more than just a friend or an Alpha to me now, and I’m in his words, “his fag, and his friend, but with depth” whatever that means.
Sounds like a perfect set-up for a Master/faggot relationship!
In his last letter Avi asked me about training himself to better serve an Alpha. Internally, I was wondering why Avi wasn’t already serving the Alpha who cunted him last time. I was also wondering why this Alpha wasn’t banging down Avi’s door to cunt him again after the dramatic experience last time.
Well, those thoughts had barely any time to gestate before I received the following experience:
Avi again!
So, as mentioned before today was my 21st birthday, and the Alpha who cunted me properly that I mentioned before, decided to bitch me again as a birthday gift.
He forced me to my knees and utterly wrecked my throat as he fucked my face.
Then he threw me on the bed once I was properly deep in subspace.
He slammed his cock into my pussy, and fucked me for an hour straight. Over the course of that hour, I fell deeper into subspace, and he went deeper into my pussy than anything ever has, and I saw stars, I trembled, I screamed, I moaned, and I came over and over and over again. And the Void in me was temporarily filled. And each time he came in my cunt, (about 6 times) I came even harder, and at some point my entire body trembled violently and I blacked out.
But after it was all over, I felt more submissive then ever. I felt like I had shattered and been made anew, I looked at him, and my caged clit throbbed and my pussy spasmed and I felt like I was staring at Apollo descended from Olympus.
But the Void inside my pussy was even hungrier than before, and is still so hungry that even now, two hours later, as I type this, I’m bouncing on a dildo in what I know is a futile attempt to soothe the void in me. My pussy is so empty it literally hurts.
I’m even struggling to think about anything other than cock. Is there a way I can temporarily sooth the Void in my cunt, and calm my thoughts?
Because I need to get through the holidays and cannot be a cock-brained slutty submissive faggot, with family and friends around.
This experience highlights one of the many reasons why Alphas often prefer to fuck faggots. It’s because of what happens when they do it properly – the faggot gets cunted in the most extreme ways and is transformed into an adoring, worshipful slave. This kind of reaction is rare in females.
This transformation is perfectly captured by Avi in this testimony. A cunted faggot cannot ever go back to what it was before the Alpha fucked it. Cunting completely rewires the faggot. A faggot is clarified in that moment, reduced to a single simple purpose: serve Alphas. In fact, a cunted faggot can barely function for days afterward because its mind is focused on only one thing. I remember the first time I was truly cunted (by my former Master Chris) I wandered in a daze for probably a week! I was almost mute, unable to express that experience or the feelings it evoked in me. It’s like being victimized by the most wondrous trauma, and you’re so overcome by terror and gratitude that you can’t speak.
I sense Avi is a bit like that, too.
However, Avi seems tormented by The Void to an excessive degree. Talking to him on the Discord, I explained that cunting is so physiologically overstimulating that it feels like you’re left with a constant tickle inside your body that can only be scratched by one thing: Alpha cock.
But that tickle is practically driving Avi crazy. He’s almost like a dog that rubs its ass on the carpet!
In my opinion, I really think Avi needs to focus on serving this tremendously powerful Alpha who cunts Avi at will. I say that because there is a rarely-discussed emotional component to the cunting process. You see, when a faggot is deeply attracted to an Alpha and easily subspaced by him, the faggot surrenders and relaxes more, allowing for more frequent cuntings.
So the ease with which this Alpha cunts Avi tells me that Avi belongs in this Alpha’s stable and possibly his personal faggot. I’ll wait to hear what Avi thinks about that, though.
In the meantime, I suggested to Avi that he wear a buttplug to help ease the hollow hunger in his new cunt. It works like a pacifier does for a baby.
I’m so happy for my little brother Avi, though! What a wonderful birthday for a good boy like him!
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Hierarchy 295 – Message To Alpha Fathers
What is the most important thing an Alpha father can teach his sons?
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Introducing Hierarchy To Sons
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight God Alpha Master Phillip, a new addition to the paradise compound of Master Dino and his sons Master Chad and Master Dean. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s one of the most sacred rituals in all of Alpha life. I’m talking, of course, about Alpha fathers teaching their sons about Hierarchy and helping them understand and embrace their natural place in it. I’m sure there are many opposers to this ritual, but it doesn’t matter. Alphas exist far above inferior societal opinions. Lesser males cannot ever comprehend the urgency and purpose of Alpha fathers to pass this on to their posterity.
I’ve chronicled this ritual with multiple Alphas, but the most dramatic example was that of God Alpha Dino introducing the use of faggots to his two Alpha sons, Master Chad and Master Dean. He did this in two powerful ways: (1) He sat them down and discussed the natural role of faggots in the lives of straight Men, including his ownership of his fagwife Jamie. Then (2), God Dino allowed Chad and Dean to use his faggot Jamie, anointing their Alphahood with their first uses of faggot throat and pussy. As it turned out, Master Dean is gay and had already been fucking his faggot brother Jimmy, but still … the moment opened up critical lines of communication between them and forged their united purpose as God Alphas.
I know both Master Chad and Master Dean look back on that night with God Dino and Jamie as instrumental in their development as Alphas and deepened their respect for their all-powerful father.
That same scenario is playing out once again in God Dino’s extended family. Yesterday Master Phillip sent me a rather surprising email about his situation. It was maybe the only thing that hadn’t been told to me about Master Phillip by one of the other members of The Family. Here’s what he wrote:
Well faggot,
As you can see I got tired of using other brothers mail. I had to think yesterday and was gone all day. I think joy thought I wouldn’t come back. Goddamn, I damn near fucked her to death. She’s in bad shape but so cute. She cried when she saw Me. Through her tears she said “I’m sorry Master but You cant ‘jump for joy’ my pussy’s too hurt”. Faggot is funny and i enjoy it. (I like the capital letters for Us Alphas) Goddamn faggot, she really loves Me like no other cunt has. If I’d have fucked a cunt like that the bitch would have called the pigs. It’s crazy. When I came back joy immediately told how sorry she was that I couldn’t fuck her. I really torn the pussy up. I let her feed a couple of times and then we slept.
The main reason I’m writing is because Pop told Me to. See I talked to Him a long time yesterday. I’ve never told you but I got 6 kids. The two boys are the ones I claim. Steven Dennis is six. Montgomery Phillip (EDIT) V who I call Five (5) is about to turn 15. I knocked up a cunt when I was 12, get over it faggot. Anyway the birth cunt can’t seem to handle him anymore. I’ve never been too jacked about having sons but living Alpha life I now want My wild son to discover who He is and can be. After much discussion with Pop and hearing some of His thoughts I’ve decided to bring the boys here. I told joy she was about to be a mommy and one would have thought I’d given her eternal life she was so happy. I’ll never understand fags or women. I believe My Boys will benefit in many ways being here. They’ll see more of Me. S.D. will have new brothers his age and My own brothers here are just a few years older than 5.
Sounds like it should work. All the Guys will help and befriend My Boys I know. Pop said Chad and Dean and Joe were about 5’s age when He opened shit up for them so when Chad gets His sorry ass out of bed, He and I will go for My punks. 5 looks up to Me already. Wonder how he’ll deal with learning the dark truth of His Dad because after He finds out about Alpha life I’m intend to tell Him everything about My job and life. 5’s birth cunt already packed His shit. I’ll have to steal S.D. but I don’t give a fuck. My whole life is steeped in illegalities. I want My sons to grow in Alpha life and have everything I never had. I want to watch them grow and become true Men. What better way to learn than becoming a part of something that correctly teaches the true meaning of life while nurturing emotions and strengthening Male bonds. S.D.’s birth cunt will loose it but the kid already loves Daddy so He’ll be just fine.
Yesterday I left here feeling odd, knowing yet not quite knowing that joy was truly meant for Me. I fought those feelings. I fucked three cunts while away but none gave Me the satisfaction that raping the faggot fills Me with. I basically raped the last cunt trying to fuck away thoughts of joy. It didn’t work, obviously. Her pussy tore. She whined and bitched till I slapped the fuck out of her. When joy’s pussy tore she begged for more. Incredible. If more Dudes knew how faggots serve and love I guess the human race would eventually cease because the breeding cunts would have fewer and fewer Men to impregnate their holes. Ha ha
So faggot who knows how 5 will take to Alpha life on an island of Men and fags? 5 is definitely My son. He’s already smoking weed and is familiar with the inside of juvy. I’m positive he’s busted in a pussy or two. I have much to learn about My thuggish son. Hopefully I can tame him just enough so He may truly enjoy his fate. We’ll see.
I’ll wake and feed joy then go kick the Savior’s sorry ass out of bed and go claim My SONS!
Goddamn life is sweet. FUCK YOU FAGGOT SLUTS!
MASTER PHILLIP
So that dropped like a bomb! Master Phillip already has SIX KIDS at age 28! It’s not really surprising given the reported size of his dick, as well as the reported size of his cumshots (not as drenching as Master Chad’s but impressive nonetheless).
In keeping with the tradition set by Master Chad, the two sons of Master Phillip (15-year-old Montgomery – known as “Five” – and 6-year-old “S.D.”) will be legally procured with God Dino’s vast wealth and brought to live with Master Phillip and The Family immediately!
As exciting as that was, I barely had any time to respond to it when I received an update today!
hole,
I’m finding it both interesting and confusing that I return to you with My thoughts. I could NEVER open Myself to a faggot in person. I suppose it’s because you’re ‘removed’ from Me so it creates a ‘safe’ space to dump My mental load. Your sensible adoration of Me is a plus as well.
Last night after S.D. was settled in-he loves being with the other little pricks-Dean, Chad and Myself sat down with My thug son. Leaning on Pop’s wisdom I allowed Him access to the posts of Me, then Chad and Dean. At first, I worried a bit. He showed no emotion whatsoever as He smoked His Winston and quickly scrolled through event after event. His only two expressions were the occasional smile and scowl. By the way, 5 knows Chad fairly well and has met Dean and Pop. He vaguely knew They are as shady as I but had no knowledge of the real goings-on here. At first I was concerned. He occasionally would make a comment or ask a question but never took His eyes off the tablet. Shit like, “mutherfuck, Dad” and to Chad, “I knew I liked you Unlce Chad!” And to Dean, “you’re the coolest gay dude ever!” In between those comments were giggles, and “Holy fuck!” and “That’s gross” and “No fucking way!” After one particularly strong, “GODDAMN” I saw HIS bone grow right down His jeans leg. Yep, He’s definitely My fucking Son. Goddamn cock’s fatter than Mine.
He didn’t even realize He was hard till He finished. He looked at Me and smiled. “Fuck Dad, you been hiding all this shit from Me? What the fuck?” “Look kid, like I could tell you before now. You’re just now mature enough to see the real world of Men.” I pointed at His tented jeans and told Him I thought He was ready now. He grinned. Knowing He was among Brothers and could speak freely He asked many questions. He honestly told Me how He’d been sweating about sex. Wanting it, needing it but His attempts were unsuccessful because of His cock girth. No cunt His age could comfortably take it or suck anything but the head. He had fucked a teacher who was older that was a decent experience. And a dude sucked Him once and was able to take about half down his throat. Turns out 5 is ultra hot for a good cocksucker. One that can take it all. Chad told Him, “Have I got some faggot throat for you Spike” Chad’s always called 5, Spike. 5 looked at Me and asked if it was really ok, if all this was truly real. Before I could reply, Dean said, “It’s very real, 5. We wouldn’t even be attired if not for Our uncertainty of Your reaction” 5 said “well fuck” and shed His clothes. We all laughed as I said,” Little anxious there, Boy?” Not once did He blush or hesitate. “Fuck yeah, Dad. If a queer, sorry Uncle Dean I know the difference now, if a faggot can down My dick bring him on. Ive jacked forever dreaming about somebody, ANYBODY who can swallow this pole” Yeah, DEFINITELY My fucking Son! Then, as We disrobed, we decided greenfaggot should introduce 5 to worship and called for her. Chad told Him greenfaggot was His number two faggot and was excellent at sucking big cock. Of course, 5 had all kinds of questions as I lead them to His new room beside Mine. Shit like, “Can I fuck them?” and “They’ll really obey anything I say?” “They want My cum?”
When We got to His room I told Him I’d warm her up while He unpacked a little. No other pleasure ever gave Me the satisfaction of seeing My Son’s expression while watching the slut suck Me off. I start shooting and before My last shot He’s saying, “C’mon, Dad. Let me get down too.”
So I left Him with greenfaggot swallowing His cock. I heard Him cum as I shut the door. greenfaggot will introduce Him to faggot worship and We Men will teach Him Alpha life. If He is still willing, ill tell Him that He may correspond with you at some point. It is a charge for Us to be aware faggots everywhere know We are skilled Gods who take what We like until sated. I’d enjoy knowing the world is knowledgeable My Son is Alpha also. After Our big powwow He’s aware of the basics, dominance without abuse (well, minimal abuse, fuck stick.Ha ha) and other things. He’s an open book for discovery. He’s unsure if He’s straight or gay or in between because He finds both Males and cunts appealing. Since he’s never really experienced pussy of either sex, except that one time, He isn’t sure. I’ll make sure He fucks and breeds both kinds so He may choose one or both. In a few days I’ll tell Him to read your thread on Pop. I did some time ago and My admiration of Him is unmatched. Pop IS God. Ha ha
Ok slut, so now you know about My Son. I know whenever He comes out of His room He’s going to have a lot to share with the Old Man and I got tons to impart to My Son. I’m taking it at His pace but I know I’ll have to slow down His eagerness to breed the world. Since He’s Mine I know He’ll probably have some faggots on their period. I can’t wait to show Him the world and make Him aware that every Goddamn hole on earth is meant for His cock, His cum. Then I get to do it again with S.D. in few years. Goddamn faggot, I’ve never been so, so satisfied! I’ve got to fuck some pussy! I know that slutty jaye is awake. I guess I’ll plug that cunt. Later, fucking hole. FUCK YOU FAGGOT HOLES! DREAM ABOUT WE GODS, YOU PATHETIC CUMDUMPS!
MASTER AND FATHER PHILLIP
This is an extraordinary testament to the heavy responsibility Alphas accept in training their Alpha sons hierarchical truth. Those Alphas “in the know” absolutely feel like they’re passing on to their sons the green crystal of Krypton that unlocks the real secret of their lives: that they are Alpha Supermen, blessed with superpowers beyond the understanding of lesser males!
Beyond that introduction to Alphahood is a lifetime of riches of every kind, a lifetime of being worshiped and served and tributed and lauded by both women and Men! It’s a heady thing to suddenly know they were born with a throne, crown, and Kingdom waiting for their ascendancy! Fortunately Master Phillip’s two sons will be raised in an Alpha-rich environment, schooled in pure hierarchical thought, and trained to be fighters and lovers and Kings!
I’m so happy for Master Phillip, and I thank God Dino for making this possible!
As always, me and this site are here to help teach these newly-anointed Kings! It’s truly humbling, and something for which I’m forever grateful!
Thank you, Master Phillip!
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Even The Darkest Hearts Love
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight God Alpha Master Phillip, a new addition to the paradise compound of Master Dino and his sons Master Chad and Master Dean. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Some of the most powerful Alphas on the planet are, sadly, also some of the most dangerous. Their power is almost a burden to them, an uncontrollable force that unthinkably destroys the innocent with the guilty. Often they themselves don’t even understand it, leading to moments of great uncertainty and even fear. Alpha rage is one of the most potent and terrifying forces in nature because it can be widespread and specific at the same time. Imagine trying to live with that kind of indiscriminate power, let alone love anyone with it!
God Alphas are, in some ways, wounded by this power. Wounded by loneliness, wounded by the terror they see in the eyes of those they must instinctively use. They are a bit like Frankenstein’s monster accidentally killing a little girl because he didn’t know his own strength. There is a pain in that kind of solitary existence at the very summit of Hierarchy, an existence almost nobody else can understand except perhaps God Himself.
Some of the God Alphas I’ve covered here have grappled with such feelings, most notably Master Dino. He’s currently on a world tour of healing and destruction as he grapples with the loss of his faggot Jamie. Again, God Alphas exist on a different plane than the rest of us.
Master Phillip has been learning much about the dark Alpha power he has possessed (and been possessed by) all of his life. It’s a life he’s spent mostly in dangeorus shadows filled with corrupted inferiors. It’s been a life built to overcome any obstacle and defeat any enemy.
Except one: LOVE.
Intensely powerful God Alphas need to experience the most extreme examples of true and abiding love possible in order to truly understand it at all. That is why faggots are the perfect solution for these most uncontrolled of Men. A faggot will endure any amount of rage, fury, abuse, and even hate that a God Alpha might throw at them, and that level of unwavering devotion eventually breaks down the God Alpha’s resistance. The darkest of nights in their hearts turns to dawn, and in the light of that truth they find peace.
And yes, love.
Master Phillip has spent the last three night pulverizing his first faggot, Joy. Listen to the dawn rising inside of him in his account:
faggot,
Guess you are knowledgeable of mine and joy’s three-day marathon. I’ve fucked the cunt bloody. Ha. faggot is being attended to by her sisters. I’ve never felt so empty and so full at one and the same time. I’ve never reached a point where I have not one more nut to shoot but here we are. Goddamn faggot! I’m completely drained. I went for some Gatorade after cc came to tend joy. I’m downing a quart in the kitchen and little fucking whore jaye is trying to swing on my bloody cock! Filthy little slut! Haha I tell the bitch “no” and she slinks away disappointed but not defeated I’m positive. Unless I’m wrong-and that’s almost impossible-she’ll slut cum off another brother and be back begging for mine. These faggots live for Alpha sperm. Dirty fucking poofs.
I had to write. I’ll even show you a little of My weakness and say that I couldn’t nut again if my life depended on it. My goddamned junk is mutherfucking RAW bitch! Even when I was a green kid jacking hours at a time I never had a totally empty bag like now. Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn! joy is deliriously calm, happy, and destroyed. The sun was coming up as I shot My last load in her bloody twat and so I showed her a little affection. Im getting pretty comfortable being nice to cunt. I kind of like kissing her and bitch loves Me spitting big wads in her mouth. Dirty fucking whore. I roll over and call cc on the box to come and check My faggot and the cunt looks into My eyes, hers filled with a love and passion I’ve never experienced and BEGS Me for more cock! Mutherfuck what devotion. I’ve out and out destroyed the cunt for almost three days running and she’s on My ass for more cock! I know I deserve it but fuck! I don’t want the slut to bleed out on Me. I seriously believe that, if I chose, I could literally fuck her to death and she’d tell Me she loved Me as she kicked it! Goddamn faggot. You whores got it bad, don’t you? Haha
Oh fuck, here’s Dean. He says He’s got to give her a couple of stitches but not to worry. He’ll take care of it and sends greenfaggot for the med kit. Fucker’s going to be a good doctor. He’s more intelligent than any dude I know. It’s great having somebody with His skills here in the middle of the ocean. There’s around 25 adults here and that’s it. Chad has His own kingdom. Haha The fucker! Wonder where His sorry ass is right now. His cunt is helping Dean. I’m standing outside His door. I hear the fucker snoring. Prick snores louder than a Goddamn tank. Hell, cc says He even fucks in His sleep, cums in her and never stops snoring. THAT’S a Goddamn Alpha! Haha
I keep hesitating like a cunt but I got to say it for My growth. joy tells Me she loves Me every mutherfucking five seconds. At first it made Me really uncomfortable but not enough to make Me stop fucking the bitch. Somewhere around the second day of banging I am having all kinds of feelings banging inside Me. As I’m cumming bitch touches My face and says really sweetly that she loves Me. I felt My chest swell and said softly, “I love you too, cunt” and started shooting again five fucking seconds after I’d just busted. Bitch started riding Me HARD! We didn’t stop to discuss it, just kept fucking.
So now I’m walking outside, thinking what to do now. I’m not real fucking happy about that love shit. I’ve never said that before to anybody, well certainly not in this context. It’s freaking Me a little faggot. I’m trying to remain objective and thinking about Pop’s ancient history. At least I don’t want to kill her. I’ll call Pop later. Even though I’m bothered by it I think I can deal. faggot better give Me some space and not mention this shit. I hope she’s got enough faggot sense to keep it to herself until I work through My new emotions.
Since you been in on shit I thought I’d tell you. I suppose I’m ok with your readers knowing I love My faggot, if I even know what love is. It’s not what I imagined it was. Its like a protective thing. Im not turned on by faggot’s appearance but by her submission, her adoration of Me. Shit, I’ve never had these feelings so I hope faggot knows it’s not going to be an easy, sweet love. Haha she may regret stirring these feelings in Me. My personality is like, I’m a powder keg sitting on lit dynamite atop an atom bomb, as one buddy described Me. One wrong move could blow faggot and everything to smithereens and leave kilometers of barren wasteland and thats if I’m not pissed off. she better tread this new territory very carefully.
Well bitch, I’m hopping in the ocean. Standing here smoking My cig I see I got blood all over My junk. I’ll wash this shit off then eat and call Pop. He’ll know just how I should deal with this fucking shit. Goddamn this saltwater burns My raw, abused cock! Fuck it, I’m Alpha. What’s a little pain. Ha ha Later, fuck stick. This God needs to contemplate the meaning of this moment of life. Fuck you, faggot. Fuck all you Goddamn pansies! Fucking punks!
MASTER PHILLIP
I think this might be the most moving “awakening” letter I’ve ever read from a straight God Alpha. It’s so honest, raw, yet still growling with a caged animal’s resentment.
Now, when I use the word “awakening”, I’m not insinuating that Master Phillip is coming out of the closet. NOT AT ALL. Instead, I use it to describe the sudden and startling realization he’s experiencing about what he is and what he truly needs.
The WORSHIP he needs.
This is the least understood aspect of Alpha life: Alphas need worship. It’s as vital as air, water, and food for Alpha life and power. Worship ignites a firestorm of passion and aggression inside an Alpha that can be quite overwhelming, even terrifying. It results in rape-like breeding, fits of rage and violence, punctuated by intensely passionate moments of deep intimacy. It’s enough to shock the faggot, but it very often also shocks the Alpha as well.
When the dust settles, the faggot is left broken but fulfilled while the Alpha is left rejuvenated … and also now feeling admiration and care for this little creature that surrenders its life for him.
And that is where Master Phillip finds himself. He feels incredible, as if all the energies of the universe are flowing through him. He now understands why I called him a God Alpha almost immediately. But he also feels compassion, protectiveness, and yes, love for his new faggot. Joy went through the fire, was tested in every respect, and still it clings to Master’s leg and looks up at him with pleading, worshipful eyes.
Master Phillip doesn’t have a single thing to worry about. What he’s experiencing is perfectly natural. He’s fulfilling all of the promise of hierarchy, a realm he rules over completely alongside some of the greatest God Alphas alive today. In fact, I would suggest that Master Phillip’s former life (and the beliefs he once held) no longer matter, just the same as a butterfly doesn’t think back to being a caterpillar. He’s transfigured, transformed into a new creation so immense and infinite that he cannot be assailed or defeated.
In fact, I maintain the belief that Alphas cannot ascend to the highest reaches of Hierarchy without using and owning faggots. Without the complete worship of a faggot, an Alpha cannot even comprehend what he’s meant to be in our world.
Master Phillip is ascending. He’s becoming something new, and fighting it all the way. Every instinct in him says he doesn’t need to own and use a faggot, yet the power and glory is so incredible, so addictive that he simply cannot refuse it.
He now knows his purpose. He now knows what he was born to be.
And the world is so much better for it!
Thank you, Master Phillip!
This is a clip from the film THE DARK CRYSTAL, a fantasy film from 1982. At the end of the film it shows the two primary races of the film’s world being combined into one glorious, all-powerful race of superbeings. This is how I view the union of an Alpha and a faggot.
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The following post is part of a thread following the devoted submission of whitefaggot, one of the faggots serving the God Alphas at Master Dino’s island. He’s been recently renamed “joy” by his new Owner, Master Phillip. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Much bandwidth has been spent on this site chronicling the near-superhuman exploits of the God Alphas living on what I jokingly refer to as “Hierarchy Island”, the tropical isle serving as the current home of God Dino’s huge and growing family of Alphas and faggots (and offspring). But truthfully, the faggots serving on the island are just as exceptional hierarchically-speaking as their Masters. I’ve talked at length about little Jimmy’s passionate service, and I’ve also talked about greenfaggot, bluefaggot, and redfaggot (affectionately known as “the rainbow”). They’re all excellent faggots who have been trained by the greatest Masters on the planet.
Serving alongside his brothers has been another, quieter faggot nicknamed “whitefaggot”. But even though whitefaggot has largely flown under the radar until now, I’m telling you that it’s often the most unassuming fags who turn out to be the best examples.
That’s definitely been the case with whitefaggot since straight God Alpha Phillip arrived on the island!
Much like Jamie did when she instantly bonded to Master Dino almost 20 years ago, white faggot instantly fell for the dark, long-haired beast Master Phillip and pledged his eternal service to the new King. Whitefaggot had to endure much abuse from Master Phillip as Master Phillip grappled with the reality of actually accepting faggot service and use. But in the end whitefaggot earned a new name – “joy” – and a treasured place at Master Phillip’s feet.
And this is the story joy wanted to share about the new situation:
Hello, my Master calls me joy and i love that but most of the others here call me Phillip’s cunt, at my request because i ADORE being His cunt. lol Anyway im writing to try and explain the wonder of belonging to Master Philip. While we are off grid He has allowed me to tell you about the absolute chaotic wonderment of being Master Phillip’s cunt.
I don’t know quite where to start and im not the brightest faggot so ill just give facts. The first time Master came to the island i instantly knew I was meant for this wild gorgeous beast! Yummy!! His brown wild hair just kissed with blonde from the sun, His tanned and scarred body bursting with testosterone made me swoon! Nice hairy chest and tight jeans showing something mighty was packed into them. All that was exceptional but His aura! Macho and sexy and very dark and scary to most but not to me. Somehow i instinctively KNEW He would never kill me but would probably hurt me. i did not care. Every nerve in me trembled as I tried to imagine serving Him. At first He only accepted blowjobs. Well not so much that as grabbing a faggot by her hair and mounting her head and then fucking her throat till His yummy cum would gush out!
Finally, He began using us, the rainbow. Then my worship and love started to attract this amazing Brute and He changed my life! i thought being used by The Savior was the ultimate in faggot ecstacy and it is but Master Phillip is my penultimate usage! He is dark and dangerous and damned scary! And i LOVE it! Discovering my love of His darkness opened a thrilling and terrifying door and we ran through it! i love worship lust after–you name it and i do it for Him! He is a MAN! He hardly ever uses me with anything but brutal force and I love it! His dark aggression brings a tidal wave of lust and love over me. While we do have tender moments most of His use of me us what i call gymnastic rape–and i LOVE it!
He said i have permission to say anything to you but our sessions are so specialized you wouldn’t understand. See Master is a criminal with guns knives etc… since He knows His cum dump They occasionally become part of His use of me. He has absolutely terrified me and practically made my heart stop. For instance He loves cunting me and He will have a hard rut going on me and suddenly a knife is at my throat and His words invite more terror as He tells me all the dirty scary yet sexy things He COULD do to me and then it happened and I cried out. my pussy milked His cock as i passed out and He roared and filled me up. Privately He can be very sweet to His cunt but He’s very rough on me as well especially in front of other Alphas. He demands i touch Him in some way or place whenever we are in the same space. I love this because I get to touch Him often but also because it’s shows my submission in front of others. i am learning everything about Master and His needs and desires. I know how and where to place His weapons on His body before He leaves on assignment because He has three knives and two guns stapped to Him when working. When He returns i undress Him and remove the weapons and His shoes. i rub His feet as He relaxes and gets high. If He desires a massage it’s a real pleasure rubbing His body. i serve Him every way possible and He still tells me He’s proud of the little ways i serve and the kinky things i do in effort to serve Him. He is my Owner Master and God! Even though i know ill never be a fagwife im HIS. im His faggot His cum dump but best of all i proudly bear the name Phillip’s cunt! Nothing on earth could make me more content or more joyous.
Thanks for allowing me this special moment to testify of Master’s greatness and omnipotence. Master deserves more praise than this lowly faggot can give but ill scream His magnificence until they put me six feet under! Master Phillip is GOD!
Thank you,
Phillip’s cunt formerly known as whitefaggot
Joy claims to lack intelligence, but this loving ode to the awe-inspiring power of Master Phillip is very well crafted and heartfelt!
Any faggot can relate to the feeling of being so intimately trusted by a straight Alpha that they are allowed to touch and care for that Alpha’s most-prized possessions. There is an almost reverential awe a faggot gets from such a privilege. [ remember my Master Chris tasking me with shaving his pubes and feeling so humbled that he trusted me to do that. Or how my Master Aaron trusted me to prepare his body for bodybuilding competitions, or care for his money.
Each faggot has the opportunity to find and serve a great King like Master Phillip, but we must humble ourselves and empty ourselves like Joy did (and Jamie did before that). We must be willing to go through the fire for our Master, always supportive and resilient even when fits of rage and abuse come.
On the other side of that is the eye of the hurricane, that serene place where an Alpha and his faggot achieve a perfect hierarchical equilibrium. It’s the moment of peace when both fully realize and embody their place in hierarchy, as well as their purpose.
There is no better place to be, and I’m so glad that my brother Joy feels that today! I hope Master Phillip is proud of his favored slave, cumdump, and confidante!
Thank you Joy for sharing your experience and example! And thank you Master Phillip for allowing your faggot to share it!
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A New Straight Titan In Hierarchical Paradise
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight God Alpha Master Phillip, a new addition to the paradise compound of Master Dino and his sons Master Chad and Master Dean. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s honestly shocking how many straight God Alphas have gravitated to Master Dino’s family compound over the years I’ve known them (it’s been about five years now!). Of course, he produced two God Alphas himself with sons Master Chad and Master Dean, but then Master Shane came along and then Master Cal connected with them through this site … it’s seemingly endless.
I do think it says something about Hierarchy that these God Alphas gravitate to each other. They sense each other’s power and are drawn to it, like seeing one’s reflection in a mirror. They also inherently know that the only way they grow and increase their power is by congregating with their brothers, because through close association, rough-housing, and combative sports they develop the lethality of Earth’s greatest warriors.
Now The Family has packed up and left the Crumbling States of Trump to take up residence on a tropical island, and I wondered if their God Alpha Development Program™ might be put on pause.
Instead, Master Chad has discovered a powerful new straight God Alpha who seems to be virtually his carbon copy both in virility as well as dark volatility. His name is Master Phillip, and after this introduction you will spend your life shivering in both excitement and fear at the mere mention of his name.
Here’s his story:
My name is Montgomery Phillip Hall IV. My best bud Chad told me to use his email because I don’t have one. Fucker dared me to share the story of how we met and shit. Since you know Chad you know how slick the fucker is and how he’s got a way of dominating every Goddamn situation, here I am. He’s conked out still. I’m exhausted but can’t sleep. My mind is still racing. The party for “the Savior” lasted three days. I’ve done more drugs and definitely fucked more fags than ever in my life.
I met this fucker in a bar about six years ago. Fucker was sixteen. I was 20. We had a rowdy good time drinking and bullshitting like guys do. After a good time bonding Chad said his wife was outside to pick him up. We went out and I saw his wife was a fucking dude! Well, one thing lead to another and after I called him faggot he beat my fucking ass, man. I mean, never have a lost a fight. I’m in great fucking shape but this dude was mutherfucking TOUGH! In only 15 minutes, I was bloody and pinned to the ground. The “wife” was out of the car and He said, “Tell me you love me, cunt” through clenched teeth. C.C. said “I love you Savior.” Then I felt His fucking hard bone grow against my ass! Then the fucker said, “Want me to show you right fucking here just who’s the faggot, punk?” I tried hard to throw him off but no go. In three fucking seconds he undid my jeans, keeping me pinned while I bucked and cursed. He said to yeah, keep doing that after my dick is in ya. I freaked knowing I was about to be fucked by a dude in a bar parking area in front of anybody walking by!
Then, quick as a flash, he was on his feet and extending a hand to help me up. I pondered it a sec. Is the smiling, evil fucker going to actually help me or throw me over his shoulder and off the pier? He just grinned and nodded so I acquiesed, as I found myself doing time and again over the next seven or so years. He said he wanted nothing but friendship from me, that he really liked me. Then he slowly began introducing me into his world. Fuck! When I found out about the rainbow and Alpha life I was fucking knocked back a peg. Of course, ever since puberty, I’ve had queers blow me. There’s not a straight Man alive that won’t use a queer mouth if its all that’s available. Any dude denying he ain’t fed a fag at some point is a Goddamn liar. Or a fucked up closet case.
It took some time to get over the shock and awe of things like Pop. Wow! What a man he is. As manly as Chad is, Pop is everything masculine in this world, man. I’m telling you, I would NEVER cross that dude and anything he says to do-you fucking do it! Some call him God and I understand it. He, Chad, Dean, and even Cal to varying degrees possess every masculine trait in nature. Now, I’ve always felt myself very manly, very macho. I’m attractive, never a problem to find a cunt to fuck. Got a nice furry chest and an almost nine incher so yeah, sometimes I got to knock cunts off of me. They always fall in love even when I tell them not to. I was made to fuck every available hole. I didn’t want attachments and still don’t. Chad’s life intrigued me so sure, it didnt take long for me to start letting fags blow me. The Men here are like me in that I like busting five or six times a day. The one thing I couldn’t do was fuck one. I’m not sure why. I mean, it made me a hard mutherfucker to watch the other guys fucking fags. I think part of it was, I felt I had submitted to Chad by not winning the fight so I wasn’t going to let the fucker see me fuck a fag because he kept riding me to fuck one. It was like another submission in a way. I don’t know. It’s just the way men think. I hadn’t yet accepted my buddy was also my superior. We’re pretty equally matched but when you get right to it, he’s the better man. The last obstacle happened a week ago. Chad was being blown by greenfaggot and me by C.C. After I nutted I was still hard and Chad told me to “Stop fucking playing, bro. You KNOW you want to fuck one. Look you’re still fucking hard dude. You think I’m a real fucking man, don’t you? I’m a masculine dude? Fags are made for us men to use and cum in. Yeah, I love my faggot wife but that don’t mean all dudes will do that. Come on brother. There’s a open hole on the other end of this fag just begging for cock.” The faggot’s hole quivered as it clenched itself getting ready. Fuck, that was it. Chad laughed as I got ready. He said, “Dude, fuck it, rape it. I know you got them wild man urges somewhere in you. Fucking rape the bitch.” I slammed my cock into the tightest, most talented pussy ever. I busted in about two minutes. Then I calmed my ass down before I proceeded to fuck every faggot hole in the place. Chad lined them up. I’d fuck and cum in them. Then another took it’s place. I honestly don’t remember much of the frenzy because I literally passed out from exhaustion getting a blowjob much later on. My Brothers here still fuck with me about that. Since then, we men have received and met many challenges using faggots like sex toys. It’s kind of like my military school years where dudes jack together except we fuck fags together. It also took some time to accept my place in the macho pecking order because before Chad, I’ve always been the Apex male. I do admit my brother is more of a Man. Hell, who can compete with a God.
So now the world knows I LOVE fucking faggot holes. I mean, in my village I’m known as a stud. I got cunts lining up for Me but there’s a fucking charge cumming in fags that I don’t get from cunts. I think it’s because cunts, even when their appreciative, never truly and totally submit as they should. Fags sumbit, fags beg, fags worship–just as females should, but don’t. If cunts showed proper devotion as they should fags would be out of business. But, good for fags, they don’t. If men like Pop and Chad got no qualms using fags, then I sure can’t have problems with that. Fags are great.
What’s breathtaking about Master Phillip is he’s a pure straight Alpha just like Master Dino and Master Chad, yet he acknowledges (with some reservations at first) that ALL Alphas of their power level deserve whatever worship is offered, and that it all exists to be savored, explored, and enjoyed. The rules that restrict inferior males simply DO NOT APPLY to Alphas. They are cast away like broken handcuffs.
Once Master Phillip joined himself to Master Chad and the rest of The Family, it was only inevitable that sampling the holes and the worship of the large group of adoring, well-trained fags (called The Rainbow since each one in named after a color) would help set Master Phillip free to accept faggots as a natural extension of his power.
And even accept a faggot as his own personal property.
Yes, it seems that whitefaggot fell instantly in love with Master Phillip’s fierce, intimidating darkness, and followed a path that Jamie once did with Master Dino, namely, whitefaggot submitted completely and endured all of the rage and abuse Master Phillip could inflict. And, like Jamie’s loyal devotion did with Master Dino, whitefaggot eventually found the eye of the hurricane inside her new God Master.
I can’t believe I’m sort of compelled to write you. Interesting. I think part is the bragging rights I now have. Part is pride in My growth and achievements. A part is the thought that many faggots will read My story and salivate at thoughts of My power. Goddamn! How did I ever do without continuous worship?
Last night I was crucified. Hahaha You know about the Savior’s cross? Fuck, I’ve never felt so fucking fulfilled, powerful, ALIVE!! Even though every sperm has been worshipped out of My sack, the Goddamn room vibrates with My awesomeness. Faggots exhausted themselves bringing Me pleasure and lie scattered about Me. I feel no anger, only fiery satisfaction. My personal faggot is deliriously calm, meaning happy and sated. My faggot attaches itself to some part of Me constantly. Never one for physicality, I am now enjoying her pathetic grips on her Master. My faggot is nothing if not endearing and I can elicit her orgasm by simply speaking. I’ve always loved treating slash like dirty whores. This fun translates well to fagotry, as Dean tells Me is the proper term for the condition. No fucking slash loves like that. It thrills her that I am dark. She loves undressing Me and removing My holster and piece and various other weapons strapped and attached to Me and delighted in learning how to correctly dress and equip her God’s hidden body armory for jobs. She takes great care as she knows if the equipment is incorrect or improperly placed it could mean My life. All must be easily accessible by Me in a second. She also thrills to My experiences, jobs, and near-death adventures. Most slash get scared or fret and beg Me to retire. My faggot is thrilled that I’m a thug and constantly probes for tales of My life. She also loves the scars from bullets and blades and beatings that adorn her God and pays special attention to them. She begs Me to mark her, a scar or brand, inflicted upon her by Me so she can show she’s My possession. I am considering it since it made My cock puff a bit at the thought. The tattoos I created for her are wonderful she said but her faggot lust wants more personalized, intimate branding by her God. She begs for any part of Me and My body and has gratefully feasted upon anything from My body I benevolently give. This is how monarchs feel. With knowledge, I am becoming something greater and more intensely powerful, albeit remaining lusciously terrifying. I am becoming even more like Chad while losing none of My darkness. Chad can be very dark when necessary but He doesn’t live inside it as I. I made it clear to whitey (Goddamn I fucking hate that name) that My world wasn’t the ideal place for those who might care for Me. Faggot is unconcerned and even thrilled by the danger but I’ll never allow danger to touch the slut because she isn’t allowed where it occurs.
I believe this type of life could really be for Me as faggot learns My desires and needs, as well as how to handle all My accoutrement concerning work. I already know, having been mommy’s pupil, faggot knows how to tend the occasional occupational wound I receive in My line of work. Mommy had to be the greatest faggot ever, if one can describe a faggot as “great”.
I think faggots new name will be joy, for that’s what she brings Me. Seriously, faggot’s preference is Phillip’s cunt. Truly. Faggot has begged Me to call her that. She’d love to be known as and referred to as My cunt, loves hearing an Alpha say, oh that’s Phillip’s cunt. Hahaha i believe I’ll inform My Brothers to refer to joy in that manner and I alone will call her joy. That way, she and I are satisfied. Goddamn faggot believes I’m God, and to her I am. I’m also beginning to realize that fact Myself. I’ll never be Pop but I can be a God of uniqueness with My own special brand of faggot ownership and treatment. After I’m more comfortable with things I’ll allow My faggot to expound on My superiority to you. I enjoy reading different faggot experiences on your site as it gives insight into a lesser’s condition and its needs. When the time comes I’ll enjoy seeing in print, My faggot’s delight of My abilities.
I put 6 racks of beef ribs in the smoker before I lay down again. In about 8 hours the faggots will serve them along with other things. I’ll wake them so they can start the sides I want. Then time for My sleep IF the faggots don’t tempt My Manimal out again. Goddamn cum suckers make part of life fantastic. Fuck all you Goddamn faggot cunts! Another God has arisen to feast on your slutty souls!
Yes, after pulverizing whitefaggot for untold numbers of days and nights with his furious sex drive and gigantic cock, Master Phillip bestowed whitefaggot with a new and meaningful name: “Joy”!
It’s beautiful to see a straight Alpha transform into something greater than anything ordinary Men can even understand, a being of such pronounced and untouchable superiority that even the title “God Alpha” feels incomplete.
Master Phillip has shared some stories with me personally that I will never discuss here or anywhere, but let me tell you that he has truly become the kind of King that every faggot on Earth should be desperate to serve.
Now he rules an island alongside Masters Chad, Dean, and Cal. Four God Alphas relaxing in paradise, served and serviced by skilled, worshipful faggots and surrounded by 20-something young, growing sons. These God Kings play together, fuck together, and reign together, roaring over land and sea like the great Hierarchical beasts they are!
I am humbled and grateful to even carry their words and deeds, to speak their names, to even live in their holy shadows.
Thank you, Master Phillip!
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The Intimate Sharing Of Alpha Power
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
One of the more controversial topics I’ve covered on this site is the concept of Alphas breeding Alphas. The controversy stems from my position and the position of the Alphas who’ve shared their stories with me. Many Alpha readers virulently disagree with the idea that a Man can take a load up his ass and still be considered Alpha. The most opposition I’ve faced has come from Alphas on X, where I’ve engaged in some heated debates with these Alphas.
Now I freely admit I’m the wrong ambassador for this school of thought given that I’m a faggot and know nothing about what it means to be an Alpha, but given that I’m the only one covering the subject, I guess I’ll be the spokesperson.
Let me first say that I used to be squarely in the camp with the rest of the Alphas on this topic. It didn’t make any sense why a true Alpha would ever allow another Man to mount and breed him. Then fate stepped in and introduced me to Master Dino and his two Alpha sons, Master Chad and Master Dean. Then a couple of powerful straight Alphas joined their ranks, and I watched them develop together. Master Chad, who was clearly a God Alpha like his father, was worshiped/served by everyone else, including the other Alphas. And then, it happened – Master Chad bred Master Dean. Then he bred Master Chad (a straight Alpha as ever there was one).
And they reported something unique about those breedings. They described it as a sharing of Master Chad’s virility and power through the reception of his cum. Masters Dean and Cal didn’t feel inferior or diminished after being bred by Master Chad; in fact, it was the opposite – they felt mightier and more glorified!
Since then, I have covered multiple such types of encounters between Alphas, and they’ve all reached the same conclusion. So I think it’s fair to say that something deeper is happening between Alphas when one breeds another, some hierarchical alchemy that hasn’t yet been clearly defined.
No Alpha is better suited to comment on this phenomenon than Master Jase. He’s a merciless God Alpha who has cunted so many holes he should receive an honorary Charles Schwab Cup. Today he shared a recent experience breeding a fellow Alpha. Here’s what he said:
Long time no talk, fag. I had an amusing but also thoughtful encounter over the past weekend. You know by now that beyond the fags and sluts I use and fuck and breed, I have a number of alphas who have submitted to my dominance, either naturally or through overpowering them into their place. They all have their own fags to control, but they also crave the absolute power I hold over them, and that a command from me must be accepted and acted on.
Have no doubt, I dominate and conquer them no less brutally and powerfully than I do my fags and bitches. Perhaps even more intense, as my alphas have their own strength and willpower as males. The end result is still the same, I always reduce my alphas into sweaty wasted mounds of muscle, my potent seed painted over and flowing out of their gaping blown out muscle pussy. It’s just different in mindset when I’m cunting out my alphas compared to my fags, with my alphas there’s a sense of nurturing through domination, while with fags, it’s complete supremacy over their whole being. There’s more personal care and value for my alphas.
One of my favourite alpha brothers texted and told me that he had a great and growing yearning to be used. He’s one of my strongest alphas, both in size and power, but he relishes being made helpless when I have him pinned down. Everything from petting him like a good dog to when he’s in my arms and mounted on my god cock. He tells me he never tires of how easily I manhandle and ruthlessly demolish his body and cunt, and the size difference of me being half his size is a thrill for him.
I told my in house fag to disappear for the weekend, and told my alpha brother to be ready for a long weekend. Very typical. He was hungry, at my door begging, lapping and sniffing at my crotch, bouncing his muscle glutes in the air. What wasn’t typical was when I buried my cock in his prepared pussy, he began to cry and said, “I love being owned by you.”
Fags are owned. They are property, they are objects for us to use. Their submission means their entire being is ours. However it’s different for my alphas. I don’t ‘own’ them with such clarity. I claim them as my inferiors, I conquer them as hierarchy dictates, but they don’t ‘belong’ to me. So I found it amusing how he treats himself as my possession. As my personal plaything.
And it made me wonder if it is appropriate for lesser alphas to feel admiration and respect and awe while also encompassing that fag behaviour of being kept and owned. And whether it’s appropriate for me to put into words what I already know instinctively; alpha or fag, all other men belong under me and to me. I still want to maintain some respect and regards for other alphas, so this has been mulling over in my thoughts.
This line of reasoning Master Jase explored in his experience prompted this response from me:
That’s an amazing experience, Master! A very important one as well!
Since I’m not Alpha I don’t have a great perspective on this other than to describe it in cold hierarchical terms.
Lower-tiered Alphas are “inferior” for a reason. They simply lack the internal mechanisms of a God Alpha like you. While they’re easily superior to faggots, part of them still wants to feel some of the thrill faggots experience as objects owned by a vastly superior force like you.
The levels of hierarchy exist for a reason. As one descends in hierarchy, the more one craves the control, direction, and raw power of Men higher in hierarchy. There’s something like an electrical charge that happens in all of us inferiors when we experience superior Alpha power in any form.
I’ll give you an example. A straight Alpha friend of mine was my manager many years ago. One day we were talking together and an employee back-talked him. He angrily threatened the employee with suspension if he didn’t obey him. After the employee walked away, he smiled at me and said, “That turned you on, didn’t it?” I nodded that it did. Just being around that energy gave me that pleasant electrical shock.
I think that’s something these Alphas experience around you, Master.
I wasn’t sure if my answer made a lot of sense, so I was relieved when Master Jase responded thusly:
That is a good answer fag. You are correct, many of my alphas always tell me that there is an attraction and need for my power and presence when I am around, even when I am not controlling them in that time. Mine of course embrace the brutal and raw physical aggression combined with the absolute domination of mind and soul I exude and command. So much of how I see and rule the world is instinctive and hard to put properly into words, although I always give a good attempt to do so.
I can see and sense that ‘electrical charge’ as you put it. There’s an instant melting in an inferiors face, and that lost in awe body language for a split second. Sometimes I do small things like that, just to get that reaction out of my fags. A classic example would be forcing a taller guy down, either through pulling his head or collar down or directly ordering him down so he’s looking at me or even up at me.
I think there is something more to explore here. I really wish I was a highly-ranked Alpha and could experience these things personally so I could understand them/describe them better. Alas, I’m like a blind scientist explaining the Milky Way.
Fortunately I have educated and expressive God Alphas like Master Jase to lend me perspective from the very top of Hierarchy! Thank you, Master!
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