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!
“Mommy always said there were no monsters … no real monsters … but there are …” – Newt to Ellen Ripley in ALIENS (1986).
Typically we are programmed to run in terror from monsters. Our natural instinct for survival kicks in, and our flight response forces us to flee.
But faggots are a curious anomaly. We encounter monsters quite often in our lives, monsters in the form of overwhelming Alpha power and dominance …. and we run TO THEM. Rather than having a healthy flight response, our need to serve such Alpha power is stronger.
Of course, we end up pulverized, gaped, bruised, and bred in every hole in our bodies and maybe even a few new ones. And we are left exhilarated.
Master Jase is one of those monsters. Anyone who has ever experienced him in real life or heard the Paul Bunyun-esque tales of his exploits would equate him with some of the scariest beasts of legend. But unlike a Bigfoot or a Loch Ness Monster, Master Jase is very real … and he’s not hiding.
It’s been a little while since Master Jase had updated me, but he reached out once again after quite a busy period with this gem:
It’s been a busy period, fag. To summarise, work finished two weeks ago, busiest period of the year. I then had a boxing fight night on the 27th last month interstate away from home, and won decisively with a brutal tko. Made a new fag out of my beaten opponent in the post party. Pounded and bred a regular fighter fag repeatedly who I stayed with overnight.
Back home, two sex parties back to back, one with a muscle orgy. Nothing better than leaving hunked up bodies stretched over furniture with mouths and cunts gaping from my cock and leaking out my seed. Then these past three days, had a camping trip with two soldier sluts on leave. Wrecked and reshaped their tight cunts back to the size and shape of my cock repeatedly.
Back home to more training and a get together with the rugby ream, and just returned from rearranging my coach’s organs with my fat cock for the past five hours.
I breathlessly commented how incredible it is that he has the stamina and focus to accomplish that amount of conquering. He replied this way:
Silly fag. You should know by now that Alphas can have extremes of stamina and energy to complete tasks and make our presence known.
I’m not a god alpha for no reason. Sometimes even I question my inexhaustible sexual stamina and power. But yes, I have been absent from this platform for a period of time. Messaging others has been low on my list of priorities.
Master Jase is a monster, but he’s a monster with a purpose. He “kills” his prey, but not in the way a different kind of monster might. No, he “kills” them by dominating them and breeding them so thoroughly that they die to their former course of life and are resurrected as zombies with gaped cunts and listless eyes now starving for his cum.
And it might seem cruel, but ultimately Master Jase is setting them free. They are now free to become what nature truly intended for them.
That sounds like a monster attack any faggot should welcome, not fear!
