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Jason was so excited that he could barely contain himself. But he had to play it cool for the ruse to be effective.

And he was so close now, he could taste. Jason had engineered the trap with the same precision he would a military campaign. He went overboard with his public bravado- being was louder and more boisterous than usual to call attention, but not loud or boisterous enough to alarm his entourage of sycophants. He thickened his southern accent so that everyone would know that he was not from there – that he was a big fish from from a small town in the big city.

The beard Jason kept, a sign of his gruff masculinity. But he balanced it out by shaving everywhere else to the point of affectation. His skin had been bronzed, buffed and smoothed to a creamy texture that exuded too much self-care.

But his master stroke had been his bathing suit. Jason had ditched the baggy ones that drew attention to his well-built chest and prominent bulge, but made his legs look less balanced and his ass plump, but not interesting. Instead he picked the tightest, gaudiest speedos he could get his hands on. One size too small. And while his avid bottoms marvelled at how it made his bulge look even prominent, he calculated that his prey would zero in on the way their inward seam parted Jason’s cheeks. On the way his thick thighs and well-turned calves were made to be pushed apart and hang loosely off the shoulders of a man with the will and the drive to make him love it.

As Jason walked to the pool, the place the trap would be sprung, he couldn’t help but preen as he saw his reflection in every surface on his path. He could not help but bask in the adoration of those who saw him. But of all the gazes he had noticed, none had the spark that he craved. The self-assurance and the sneer that made his dick harden.

Until, after a showy dive that had splashed everyone around him, Jason’s prey finally distinguished himself from the crown. He spotted that man as he waded out of the water and looked up. That man… He was a top breaker. A stallion rider. A predator who hunted equals.

Jason caught his fierce light brown eyes racking his body, without shame, like a piece of meat. He recognised in them an animal glint, a smirk, a sense of unearned entitlement. It made Jason’s balls tingle, and his cock lengthen. But there was a trap to be laid and Jason had to play his role to perfection to get what he craved for. The illusion had to be flawless.

Jason started by lowering his eyes to his prey’s packed crotch. He paused there for three long heartbeats. God, it looked promising. A fat, bulky package that promised the friction and the stretching he craved. Jason didn’t have to fake the way his widened at the sight of it, or the way his mouth slackened, or his tongue started to produce saliva that he had to swallow in an audible gulp.

If he played his cards right… If he played his cards right the battering of that powerful dick would give him would make his voice raspy and used in the morning. He’d feel like a slut. A slut with a used-up throat… Jason imagined the bruises in his hips in, finger shaped. The redness of his ass cheeks, from the slaps he would get.  The crusted lines of cum, sweat and spit he would be able to trace on his hair, on his cheeks, on his chest.

He focused on his prey’s eyes again, only to cast them aside in a practiced move of submission. He felt his cheeks flush. His mark thought Jason had flushed from embarrassment after having been caught, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t it at all. It was the thrill of what was to come.

This man was shorter than Jason, less muscular than him. This man was going to be treating Jason like no one usually treated him. He would debase him. He would sneer at Jason as he speared his throat raw. This top breaker would treat is smooth ass like the fuck hole it sometimes desperately needed to be treated like. 

Jason found that his dick was swelling even as he came out of the pool, dripping water that sparkled like diamonds in the sun.

He looked back to his prey again, over his shoulder.  The smirk he saw on the man’s mouth was as bright as his skin was dark, and Jason’s hole trembled with desire.  Once per year he allowed himself this. He allowed himself to serve. To be owned and pushed around and to thrill on it without losing his face and his position as the alpha of his small-town pack. 

Even as he was in his prey’s bedroom, looking at the vast Atlantic ocean  from the balcony, Jason found himself calculating the seconds it would take for his prey to go from sucking Jason’s dick - which he had thrown as bait to lure him upstairs- to shoving poppers up Jason’s nose and treating like a slut.

Jason could not help but wonder… Just how many of the tops he conquered did to him what he was doing to this guy: allow him to think he was the predator, when in fact, Jason was just using him as an aggressive and debasing dildo, a temporary experience in submission. An object to scratch an itch.

“Baby…” his would-be conqueror said from the room, quietly establishing Jason’s subservient position during the rest of their interaction “Come inside. Come feed me that dick”.

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