The Perspective Of Master Chad

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!
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