Muscles & Alphas

CLEANING UP A REDNECK ALPHA

Fiction by Awesomecrowdcontrol1

I thought I’d take a short cut home through an abandoned lot to save some time since it was hotter than usual this Summer. I didn’t want to take my usual route since it was longer and I didn’t want to spend so much time in this heat. I was carrying a bag of groceries and a six pack to my apartment. I planned to have a relaxing weekend in front of the tv watching gay porn and enjoying a little buzz.  I was just passing through the empty lot when I spotted HIM, a sexy Redneck leaning up against a concrete wall and chain-link fence. He noticed me too and stared me down. “What a dangerous looking mother fucker!″ I thought but so striking. His presence frightened me so I started walking faster passed him to avoid trouble. Too late! He called out to me in a sexy, Southern drawl. “C’mer boy”. He commanded with a deep, calm voice in a matter-of fact tone. “Boy?” I said to myself. I’m not a “boy”. I’m 21 years old. I was shocked by his words but for some reason I knew I had to obey him. I approached him and wiped my blond hair away from my eyes to get a better look at him. He stopped me as I was just a few inches from him. He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking. I took in the sight of him. He was handsome and muscular. He smelled of stale beer and Alpha sweat. Then he spoke as he looked at the bag I was carrying. “Ya ain’t plannin’ on drinkin’ all that beer by ya’ self are ya’, boy?” he said. I couldn’t answer him properly. Instead, I started to stutter. He sneered at me with a stern, authoritative look on his face and said “hand it over”. Without any hesitation I pulled the six pack, still cold out of the bag and timidly presented it to him. He took the beer from me all the while locking his eyes on mine. I couldn’t look away from him. I was mesmerized by his superiority. He pulled a beer can from the six pack and opened it in my face. The thin mist of the carbonated brew sprayed me in the face. He gave me a crooked smile then chugged the beer down his throat. I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he drank the entire contents of the can in one swig. He was HOT! My eyes took advantage of his magnificent physique while he had his head up swallowing the beer. His muscled body was incredible! A big tattoo was spread across his smooth, chiseled pecs. His huge biceps were supported by strong, forearms which were covered in flame tattoos down to his thick wrists. I immediately got hard taking in the perfection of this superior man who now had obvious control over me. I could have taken advantage of this moment and fled but I felt hypnotized by this Alpha God Supreme. That’s how I thought of him now. When he finished guzzling down the beer he looked at me and let out a loud belch right in my face as he crushed the empty can in his big fist. I felt disgusted and turned on at the same time. The stench of his beer breath invaded my nostrils and made my dick harder. I felt humiliated…..and I liked it! “Only a pussy boy would turn over his shit to a man jes’ like that, the way ya’ did. Are ya’?” “are ya’ a pussy boy?” he laughed. He then caught sight of the bulge in my Khaki’s. “Oh shit! yer’ a faggot!” he snarled. “Ya’ like this shit”. Ya’ like havin’ a stud bull like me tellin’ ya’ whut ta’ do. I know ya’ do cause yer’ poppin’ a boner in yer’ pants” he said without breaking his stance. His cold, commanding demeanor put me in my place, and my place was submission and obedience.  “I kin’ use a fag like ya’ raht” now. “I’m all sweaty and gritty  an’ need some cleanin’ up. Git’ yer’ face inna’ mah’ pitts, pretty boy an’ lap up all the funk in thar” he commanded. I froze. “Do it now” he said just above a whisper and coldly furrowed his brow. I obeyed. I inched closer to him as he raised his sculpted arms and placed his hands behind his head. Sweat rolled down his armpit. HIs biceps twitched as I leaned my face into his moist pitt. His musky male scent invaded my nostrils then went straight to my brain. I felt as if I was being “Programmed” to become his bitch.  His smell was intoxicating! I sniffed and licked his pitt like

my life depended on it. I think maybe it did.

I reveled in the taste of this Alpha God’s dirty, sweaty armpit. His armpit was hairless and hot from the Summer heat. With his other hand he grabbed the back of my neck and moved me over to his other smooth, foul smelling armpit. I liked it! I liked the taste of his sweat AND I liked being controlled and dominated by this Superior God. After a few minutes of cleaning his pitts he moved my head down to his hard, hairless pecs and I trailed my tongue to his right nipple. I sucked furiously without being told to. “Whoa boy! Take yer’ time. Enjoy Daddy’s man nips while ya’ clean me up” he said.  I slowed down with my licking as ordered. I needed to be a good pussy boy for him. “Ya’ like wutcha’ doin’? Well, do ya’, queer boy?” he asked. “I do! I do!” I blurted out with his nipple in my mouth. “I do, WHAT, cock sucker?” He sneered. I knew the answer he was looking for so I lifted my head off his nipple, looked up at his handsome face and said…”I do, I do SIR!”. He looked at me and gave me another one of his sexy smirks and said “thet’s more like it boy. Respect yer’ Superior. Respect a real man”. “I will…I mean I do, SIR”. With that, he pulled my head back by my hair and told me to open my mouth wide, as wide as I do when I’m about to take a cock in my mouth. He took a swig from another can of beer, filled his cheeks with the liquid and spit the beer into my waiting, open mouth. “Swallow it” he commanded. I did! I savored the taste of the beer which came from his Alpha mouth mixed his his saliva! I felt honored. I looked up at him, thanked him and begged for more. “Please Sir! Please give me some more beer from your mouth” I pleaded. “The can is empty” he said as he turned the can over. “See, I told ya’. All gone but Ah’ got sumpn’ even better for ya’. Open up, faggot” I obeyed. He hawked up spit and poured it slowly from his mouth into mine. I swallowed his precious spit and thanked him for it. “Yer’ done with my pecs and nips now. Yer’ gonna clean out mah’ nasty belly button. Git’ all the fuzz and sweat outta’ thar’’. I dropped down to my knees and covered my mouth over his salty naval. It was an “innie”. I kissed and licked and sucked. My tongue travelled to his ripped abs without me being told. Sir must have liked that because he didn’t protest. My hard dick was leaking precum now. I was making love to a real man’s body! My chin was hitting the waistband of his pants and I was hoping he’d have me take care of his cock next. I guess Sir read my mind because he said “Not so fast. Ah’ haven’t decided if ah’ll give ya’ my cock”. Then he spun around and pushed his ass in my face. “Oh hell no!” I thought. He isn’t going to make me clean his ass!“ His jeans stunk. They were filthy and grimy like the rest of him. He turned his head, looked down at me and said "pull em’ down” as he unbuttoned his jeans and zipped down his fly. I did as I was told. I pulled his jeans down. They didn’t come down easily. They fit snug against his muscled thighs and his huge ass. What an ass it was! Round and hard like two cannonballs. The skin was smooth and sweaty. He spread his legs as much as he could with the jeans now down around his ankles. “Ok, boy. Time to clean mah’ sweaty butt hole. Spread mah’ checks and git’ to work’” he ordered. I spread the hot globes of his beautiful ass. There it was. His asshole! A real man’s asshole! I was mesmerized by the sight. The scent of it hit me like a ton of bricks. His hole smelled like strong musk and sweat as I brought my nose to it. My head reeled as I covered his manly asshole with my mouth. Damn it tasted good! My tongue swirled around his tight hole as I licked every drop of sweat. I felt his hole relax which gave me the opportunity to snake my tongue further inside and get all his delicious flavor into my mouth. The flavor of an Alpha man. “Yeah, that feels good faggot. Clean my stinkin’ hole out real good” he demanded. I licked and sucked with passion enjoying every moment….and then it happened. “Git’ ready boy. Daddy’s gonna blow ya’ a kiss”.  All of a sudden

a blast of hot steamy wind hit me in the face. He farted on me!!! It was loud and stunk awful. I reveled in the stink. I felt humiliated and I loved the feeling. I loved the way this Superior man degraded me. He laughed then spoke again. “Whadda’ ya’ say queer boy?”. I knew what he wanted to hear. “Thank you Sir”, I slurred as I continued to enjoy his ripe hole and the rotten smell it produced. “Good boy. Ya’ know yer’ place boy, Ya’ know yer’ place”. He was pleased with me and I felt honored. “Enough” he said as he pushed my head away from his manly ass. He pulled up his jeans, grabbed the rest of the beers, snatched a bag of potato chips out of my grocery bag and walked over to to an old easy chair someone had gotten rid of. He sat his perfect ass on the chair and commanded me to kneel in front of him. I walked over to him and did as instructed. He lifted one leg and placed it down heavily on my shoulder. He then pressed the foot of his other leg on my chest. “Take mah’ boot off, bitch” he instructed. “Yes, Sir. I obey, Sir” I said. Damn! where the hell did that come from and why did I say it, I thought. I’m turning into this Alpha’s slave. I hurriedly unlaced his big construction boot and gently removed it so I wouldn’t hurt Master’s foot. I thought of him as “Master”. My predicament was hopeless. I knew at this moment I was “owned’. After removing the boot I marveled at the sight of his socked foot. It was enormous! How big could it be? "They’s size 15 an’ a half” Master said as if he could read my mind. There was that smirk again. “Now take off thet’ sock and ‘an lick all the sweat off my foot” he ordered. His foot reeked! Judging from that dirty sock, he probably hadn’t washed in days. “Start at the heel, faggot then work yer’ way up the sole an’ then the toes. "Do it boy. Do whatever Daddy tells ya’ to do”. He said. His words vibrated in my head adding to the realization of what I had become….subhuman for a real man. I loved the smell because it was HIS smell. I took his huge, beautiful foot in my hand and brought it up to my face. The stink was stronger now. I kissed his rough heel then began to lick it. Following Master’s instructions I then trailed my tongue up his long, broad sole. It tasted salty and funky. There was a lot of area  to clean on that dirty sole since his foot was so big and wide. I loved what I was being made to do by this Alpha and I couldn’t give a shit if someone came into the lot and saw us! I savored the raunchiness of this dirty foot. It tasted so fuckin’ good! “Fuckin’ ? Am I reflecting Master’s poor grammar? I meant to say "Fuck-ing”.  Then I came to the toes. They were long and thick. I pressed my nose against the crevices between Master’s toes and sole and breathed in the rotten stench. It smelled heavenly! I opened my mouth and worked on the pinky toe first as I wanted to work my way across to the big toe.  His toe tasted delicious just as the heel and sole did. I licked and sucked each of his four toes making sure I squeezed my tongue between them to get all the toe jam out. Now there was the fifth toe. The best toe. The BIG toe!!!! I had to open my mouth wider for this one. It felt soo good in mouth as I swirled my tongue around it and tried to use the tip of my tongue to clean under the dirt encrusted toenail . I’ve sucked dicks that were smaller than his big toe. I was drooling now. Saliva dripped out of the corners of my lips. I couldn’t contain myself any longer and groped my crotch and rubbed my hard dick through the the fabric of my khaki’s. “Git’ yer” hand off thet’ thing, pussy!“ he snarled. I didn’t say’ ya’ kin’ touch ya’ self!” he barked. I quickly took my hand away from my pants and concentrated on his Alpha foot. I glanced up at him sitting there in that dilapidated chair. Only it didn’t seem like a chair anymore. It was if the chair was his throne. It was red, a regal color and he looked like a King perched on it. He was my King who was now using me as a foot rest for one foot and a foot bath for the other. I watched him with his toes in my my mouth.

He spoke again. “How’s it feel bein’ on yer’ knees with mah’ foot in yer’ face, fag boy?” “Inferior, Sir”. I said. “Good” he sneered. “Thet’s 'cause ya’ are. Thet’s why yar’ down thar’ an’ Ah’m up here” he said.  "Yes, Sir. Thanks for putting me in my proper place, Sir" I said to him.  He sat there and smirked at me while eating his chips and drinking his beer. He took his other leg off my shoulder and pressed it against my chest just as he did the other. “Now take the other boot off and start goin’ ta’ town on this foot” he commanded. I did and with more speed and passion this time. I pulled off the boot and peeled his sock off. This time I brought the filthy sock up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I then wrapped the sock around my neck as if it were a scarf or better yet, a banner as an award for pleasing my Master by keeping him clean. I brought Master’s foot up to my face and gave his sole a big, noisy kiss. “Thet’s the spirit” he drawled. “Make love tuh’ daddy’s feet”. So I did! I turned my head back and forth worshipping both feet with my mouth and tongue while Master burped and farted. His farts smelled great! After what seemed an eternity, Master kicked me in the face with the flat of his foot and told me to stop. I didn’t want to. I wanted to continue worshipping his hot, raunchy feet but I obeyed. He then told me he decided to have me clean his cock and balls. He shifted himself in the chair and slid his pants down around his ankles again. “Like what ya’ see, faggot?” “Yes Sir!” I yelled. “Start washin’ muh’ bull nuts, boy” he commanded in that authoritative, confident tone I now became familiar with. His cock was FAT! I mean ridiculously fat! Fatter than a beer can! He was cut and the head on his cock resembled a helmet. “How the hell am I gonna’ take that monster into my mouth” I thought. He was musky in his crotch, too. He smelled of sweat, funk and piss. His nuts were as big as a bull’s. Master wasn’t kiddin’. The gamey scent of his nuts were gettin’ me high! I lapped at his nuts like a thirsty dog and lowered my head to get a whiff of his delicious asshole again. I did this back and forth and Master rewarded me with more farts for my nose.  "Now suck mah’ fuckin’ cock, shithead…an’ no teeth" he said.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and struggled with the big head of his cock trying to get it into my mouth without scraping it with my teeth. I did it. The rest of his Alpha cock slid into my mouth easier as the head was much bigger. Thankfully my teeth never touched his manhood. I’ve always been an expert cock sucker. I retracted the cock from my mouth then carefully began sucking the head and caressing the piss slit with the tip of my tongue. I heard Master moan so I picked up the pace a bit. Up and down. I wanted this Alpha Master’s cum more than ever right now. Master started moaning loader and faster, calling me a good bitch. I went up and down faster on the cock and deeper too. I felt the helmet-like head touch my tonsils. I let the cock head linger there and flexed my throat muscles to give Master a “massage”. This gave waves of please to Master as he writhed in the chair.  Then it happened. Master growled “Ahm gonna’ bust faggot!” and shot a huge load down my throat. I swallowed the entire load without having to release Master’s cock from my throat. I didn’t even gag! Like I said…I’m an expert cocksucker.  "Whoa! Thet wuz fuckin’ amazin’!“ Master said as he panted from the orgasm I gave him.  I slowly took his cock from my mouth and thanked him for his cum. He looked at his cock and pubes then noticed There was no cum on them. "How’d ya’ do thet?” Master asked me. “Experience” I told him. “Ya’ shur are experienced, boy” he responded. “Now let’s see if ya’ can go round two”. Thes’ time with my cock in yer’ pussy. Now git down on all fours like a dog, boy so I can fuck ya’ proper". I obeyed. I took my khaki’s off and folded them three times over as a cushion for Master so he wouldn’t scrape his knees on the ground when he fucked my pussy. I got down on all fours on the debris-ridden concrete in

front of the khaki’s. My hard dick pointing to the ground beneath me was drooling a steady line of pre cum. Master got behind me and knelt on the khaki’s. Knees protected. He held onto my hips and drawled “Here it comes, boy. Here comes daddy’s big cock.”. All of a sudden I felt Like I was on fire! Master shoved his hard cock right up my ass without warning! He pumped in and out of me with steady strokes as the pain shot through my body like electricity. After a few minutes of fucking me at this pace, Master upped the speed and began fucking me furiously. I got used to his oversized cock in my ass…uh, I should say pussy and started liking the hard fuck I was getting. A big, handsome,  muscled-Alpha was fuckin’ mah’ brains out an’ ah’ loved it! My inner voice took on his hillbilly accent. LOL! “Here I come, faggot! Ahm’ gonna’ blow! I wanted so much to jerk my dick but I couldn’t since I’d lose my balance and I couldn’t wipe the grit and sand from my hand first. Who the hell wants a skinned and bloody dick anyway? So I stayed prone while Master unleashed his load in my guts. Master grunted and exploded his cum in waves up my boy cunt. Then suddenly I felt a churning in my nuts and shot a load myself as Master finished up his final cum jet. I was in heaven! Master and I finished up at the same time. Master pulled out of my ass and walked in front of me while his hot cum dribbled out of my wrecked pussy. "Clean off mah’ cock, pussy boy” he ordered. I put his slimy, cum covered cock up to my mouth and licked it clean. We both put our pants back on and looked at each other. Master actually smiled at me, patted me on the head as if I were a dog and said. “Ah want ya’ back here same time tomorra’, boy an’ don’t forgit ta’ bring my chips an’ beer” he drawled. “I’ won’t forget, Sir.  "I’ll be here as ordered" I said. “Good, cuz tomorra’s gonna’ be another scorcher an’ ahm’ sho’ Ah’ll be needin’ another tongue bath”. He winked, picked up the bag of the remaining groceries and walked away. I didn’t even know his name but I didn’t care. He was MASTER to me. “Hoo Wee! Cain’t wait for tomorra’” I thought and made my way home.

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