Master Dean’s Idyllic Island Life
The following post is part of a thread highlighting the exploits of Master Dean, the God Alpha son of Master Dino and twin brother/owner of Jimmy the faggot. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Communicating with my beloved brother Jimmy almost always means hearing from his twin brother Master Dean. I adore Master Dean because of his searing intelligence that combines uneasily with his raw Alpha sexual power. It’s like he’s both the brains and the brawn!
He rules Hierarchy Island alongside his reckless God Alpha brother Master Chad, and the pair of Kings couldn’t be more different. Master Dean is thoughtful and more level-headed, whereas Master Chad is like the Tasmanian Devil riding a twister straight to Hell.
I think Master Dean sensed my alarm over Jimmy’s recent update, so he wanted to add his own thoughts on that as well as updates on some of the rapidly-growing sons sprouting up across their island paradise.
Greetings little one,
I regret my tarrience in writing but since our return, I’ve allowed bunny much leeway and have delighted watching My baby live her life. The months of stress and concern are finally over. Were I not convinced of her recovery before, her actions since returning home have assuredly convinced Me. My little bunny raced to her swing after giddily begging We five Men for Our attentions. I mostly observed, enjoying her delight as she was roughly taken by all. I believe she and Savior had a most special evening culminating in her entrance to “la la land” just as mommy sometimes did after special occasions with Father.
I am aware bunny wrote earlier. Honestly, that fact reminded Me to do so as well. I read her correspondence so as to not duplicate her utterances.
Our Son grows healthy and strong. He, the Prince, and “3” (Chad’s second-born, don’t inquire about the nickname. Its too protracted a story) are inseparable. Seeing Them together sometimes drives a saber through My heart because I see Myself, Chadwick, and Joseph as youngsters. I do not think of My benighted Brother often but My fondness for Him has yet to abate. I endeavor to admit it probably never will.
On more felicitous musings, The Savior has recovered from all injuries, of course. He broke a leg falling off the small cliff that creates the waterfall. One of the puppies managed to climb up and became entangled in the vines. Conventionally, He risked harm to rescue it and succeeded even in falling. To save it He held it rather than drop it, resulting in the fracture. I think half the enjoyment of His devil-may-care emprises is that the more extreme the impairment, the stronger the drugs. LOL
Regardless, life continues at its leisurely pace. The rainbow are beautifully brown. Do not be concerned as they and We use sunscreen copiously. Since allowing faggots a respite day, they couldn’t be happier. grayfaggot was extremely pleased upon My return and has proven her devotion since. Phillip continues His exploits, sometimes with Chad in tow. His impressive Son “5”, known affectionately as Spike has come into His own, has calmed down and learned some control over Himself which aids His control of faggots and life in general. Phillip explodes with pride. He and Spike are partially learning together. I ache for the time when I guide My Son through teen Alpha years just as Father did Us. Cal and all We Alphas look forward to guiding Our Boys and particularly introducing Them to the bliss of faggot use and strong character. Although I shall only have the one Son, two of Chad’s are closely attached to Me. The sissy faggot, Justin, not Gavin, the one obsessed with Him, and Spence, who’s definitely not a faggot. So I sometimes feel I have three Sons. It is a rewarding feeling.
Cal just walked by, cock straining upward with pinkfaggot thrown over His shoulder. I imagine it’s obvious what’s about to happen.
I can’t think of anything else of import. Oh, Father was here for a few days. He brought a female, whom We discovered is Our sister. She tracked Father, wanting to meet the Man she never knew and they bonded. She seemed unfazed by Alpha life and was interested in all Our society and subculture. She was genuinely pleased with Our world, even knowing she could not become a part of it. She understood that she couldn’t have been even if her mother hadn’t kept us a secret. She is pregnant and unattached. She asked Chadwick to raise the child as His. She is aware it is a Boy and Chad agreed. Father will stay with her in Seattle until His birth, attending all the paperwork needed so He is legally Chad’s. We are pleased to welcome another bambino with Family blood. Cal and I observed yesterday how fulfilling it is to know every human on this cay has either Our blood or Our cum coursing through their bodies. What satisfaction, what power, what a life! Every Man here experiences that factuality and We revel in it.
I shall halt this Alpha tale of pride and knowledge and observe the setting sun while bunny devours My stiff protrusion. This is what lesser men strive for and never achieve: satisfaction and bliss.
Good evening, little faggot. I’m assured you dream of being here, next to your healthy brother and enjoying the delights of servitude. I shall attempt to communicate again sooner.
Master and King Winston Dean
And now I find out Master Chad broke his leg! Do I need to express mail some bubble wrap to that island?!?
In all, it’s amazing to think of the creative ways the Alphas and faggots on the island are raising the children there. The Alpha sons will receive first-class training on Alphahood by the best teachers on the subject. But even better, any beta or fag sons will be protected and accepted by such warm familial love.
Master Dean is truly one of a kind, a King with an intelligence at least equal to his dominance. I’m glad Master Dean is so stable, especially given Master Chad’s apparent death wish!
But most of all, Master Dean makes me feel owned and safe. I’m not sure how to explain it. But I’m always grateful to hear from him!
Thank you Master Dean!
Yours,
sam the faggot
