In Praise Of A God Alpha Hunter

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!