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you are out on a beach holiday with your family.

the sun is shining - you are having a great time

when this half naked hairy hunk washes up on your shores

you're not sure what to do - this has never happened before

he talks to you in some strange language- Is he asking for directions ?

you're not too sure. he flexes.

you approach. he pushes your head against his crotch

the wet rags smell of dried cum and cock.

there's a soft object under his rags that seems to want to escape.

you run back to your family.

that night you cannot get the encounter out of your head.

In the afternoon, Vlado left the office to go to the gym. He took my car and told me to wait for him downstairs at 6 pm, if I didn’t want to walk home. By that time he would be ready with the gym and would come back to pick me up.

I did all the necessary work and had been waiting for Vlado downstairs as he told me. He showed up around fifteen minutes later than promised. The window at the passenger door opened and I could see Vlado’s charming smile. “Hey, fag! Get in the car”

I got inside. Vlado was wearing the same shirt as in the office but now it was stretched even more over his pumped muscles. He tapped a few times on the dashboard screen and started the navigation to show the way to my home.

During our ride I was too afraid to look at him but I noticed a huge bulge in his crotch and could take my eyes away. Suddenly, he laid his huge hand on my thigh. He could easily grab it with his one hand. I felt how my dicklet got harder. And Vlado noticed it too. He laughed. “You like my presence and my touches, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes, Sir!”, I mumbled.

“Good, boy! It’s much better now!” His hand slid up my thigh and reached my crotch. He grabbed it and squeezed. I strained my muscles trying to hold that cum but it was too hard. I felt how the warmth splashed over my underwear.

Vlado looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Oh, poor boy. Have I just made you come in your pants? Ha… You’re so pathetic”

First part: https://subformuscularalpha.tumblr.com/post/649421631120392192/personal-assistant

The interview - Part 1

I’m glad that I accepted this job interview. The office is at a great environment, the salary is more than good - but I will try to ask for more, and I can finally wear suits every day. Not like I would have a problem with my casual otfits, but hey, a suit radiates power. And this manager position… I always loved to rule people. I always loved to be followed. I was born as a leader, as a superior, this job fits me perfectly.

I was so nervous at the office. It’s the second round now, the personal interview. My tests seemed to be okay for the firm. I put on my best suit to give me enough power and dominance to convince the manager I’m going to discuss with. It looks so awesome on me, that he might even fall in love with me.

I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes when a really handsome man appeared with beard and in some sort of latest fashion almost silky somewhat shiny suit. As the sun glinted on his lap I could see what is behind his trousers… A big and sexy package. Thats all about my confidence, and my power… Nevermind, I’ll try my best. I walked after him, and he closed the doors. In his office there were leather furnitures everywhere, it seemed like they give for the elegance. He told me that the suit was paid also by the firm. Sweet, I thought. And the interview started.

“Hello Mike, I am Rob, if this discussion will be successful, I will be your boss. So let’s begin this thing. Tell me, what are your strengths?”

“I am a confident man with an atmosphere which makes other people want to be around me. I’m also accurate, and precise.”

“Tell me more about this atmosphere… How does it work, how would you describe it?”

“It’s like a radiation, at it can effect people around me, the closer the better”

“It’s funny that you say this…” He smiled and went silent. Stood up from his chair and waved with his hand to follow him. He went to the wall. “It’s funny because I have given this ability too, but mine works for real. Should we try it out?”

He asked, but he already know the answer. He came so close to me that our bellies touched, he leaned to the wall with his hand next to me. His head was really close to me, that’s wen I saw his eyes. They were so cold, and so blue. Like they would shine. I felt relaxation, and calmness around me as I looked into them. I started to understand what he wanted to show me, how real confidence is. I wanted to keep looking in his eyes, my mind was trapped, I was unable to look anywhere else. Not because of him, because of me.

Part 3

I want to say that “Rex” has taken to having a fag “like a duck to water,” but I think I just do not understand what has been happening.  

I have this idea that, on my own, I decided to submit to a Superior Man at work, and He decided to take advantage of the situation to advance His career.  But, so much has happened in the two weeks since we openly discussed my “new attitude” at work that I am starting to wonder whether my decision to submit to Him at work was really my decision in the first place.  How long has this Man been manipulating me?  This is not a criticism.  It is just a reflection of my awareness of how completely Rex has taken control of my life in such a short time.  Maybe this just comes so easily and naturally to an Alpha that it requires little thought or effort to dominate a faggot.

Rex told me last weekend that He sometimes enjoyed a cigar, but He would not smoke inside His apartment because of the smell.  He also said that, having seen my apartment, He thought it would make a good “cigar lounge.”  I think He is quite sexy with a cigar, so the thought of Him hanging out in my apartment to smoke was Very Hot.

Yesterday at work, Rex told me He was thinking about trying out His new cigar lounge, so I should stay in all evening in case He visited.  I was so excited that I had trouble concentrating on my work.  He did not tell me when He might come by, but I have already noticed that He likes to be vague and to keep me waiting.  (This assumes He even notices, right?  As His fag, I should learn to adapt to His schedule, so this is not a complaint.)

Rex showed up about 9:30, letting Himself in with His key and not bothering to knock.  That was the first time for Him to do that.  That gave me such a sense of His ownership .  .  .  . 

I served Him a beer as He lit a cigar and sat in the best piece of furniture in my apartment, an Eames lounge chair (from Herman Miller, not a knock-off).  I sat on the floor in front of Him. He mentioned how much He liked the chair.  I told Him all about it (its iconic status, biggest single purchase of my life, etc.) and said my uncle had one, and I had wanted one since forever.  He asked whether my uncle is a fag.  “No, Sir.”  

Rex turned our conversation to work matters, especially the project He is leading.  He is quite smart and had a lot of worthwhile stuff to say, but I won’t bore you with that.  We both laughed when He said our boss said Rex is doing the work of two people.  I felt so proud and happy to be serving Him.

He began to praise the chair again.  I was thrilled He liked it and said I hoped He would use His cigar lounge regularly.  He said He thought the chair would look better in His apartment and He would get more use out of it there.  I did not know what to say because I was glad Rex liked the chair so much and upset at the prospect of losing one of my favorite possessions.

“Got a problem, faggot?”  I gave a very weak “No, Sir.” 

He reminded me of some of the things I had said last week about me and my possessions all belonging to Him now. 

“I’m just moving my chair from my cigar lounge to my living room.  No big deal, fag.  I’ll see if [His friend] can lend me his truck Saturday.”

*   *   *   *   *   *

I had a good weekend and know now that “Rex” the Alpha I have been serving at work, has a better appreciation of me and my role in His life than I had realized. 

I was in the office Saturday afternoon working on something He wanted for Monday.  It was one of those tasks Rex has been giving to me since I made it clear to Him I will do whatever I can to help Him to advance His career.  He surprised me by coming into the office to check on me.  He reviewed my work, made a couple suggestions, and was pleased to see I would have everything ready for Him before the 5 p.m. deadline He had set.  He wanted to forward everything to our boss Sunday so our boss would think He had been working over the weekend. 

After reviewing my work, Rex brought up my new, morning coffee delivery for Him.  He said He enjoyed not having to wait in the line at Starbucks and said it was obvious I got a thrill by doing this for Him.  Therefore, He wanted to ensure we were both on the same page about me paying for the coffee.  I assured Him every way I could that it was a great pleasure for me to do this little thing for Him.  I think He enjoyed watching me practically beg to be allowed to buy His morning coffee. 

He said He hates even more the weekend lines at the grocery store and said I should go grocery shopping for Him when I finished working for the day.  I thanked Him sincerely and at length.  That got a nice smile from Him.  He clearly likes seeing me get excited to do these things for Him.  He handed me a grocery list He had already prepared.   Without thinking, I said it looked like a lot to carry.

He cut me off quickly, saying, “You would not be doing this if I thought it was fun.  It is enough that I let you do something for me.”

That sounded almost rehearsed, which is kind of hot when I think about it because it means He has been thinking through what it means if He allows me to serve Him.

I apologized for giving the impression I did not appreciate the opportunity to do His grocery shopping.   He had a good chuckle about that and asked, “Just how badly do you want to suck my dick?”  I had not expected such a blunt question and got flustered before just saying, “A lot, Sir.”  

He just grinned and stood up to leave.  “Call me when you have an ETA for my groceries.”

I was upset when He left because I think I did not act as calmly as I would have liked.  All this is apparently very new to Him, but He was quite calm about everything and had no problem throwing me off balance with just a few words.  I guess that just comes with being an Alpha. 

I hurried to finish the work for Him and sent a text telling Him when to expect His grocery delivery.  When I got to His apartment, He stood in the kitchen telling me where to put everything, but did not actually put away a single item.  I really liked being supervised like that while doing something in His apartment.  As I was unpacking the groceries, He thought of several things that had not been on the list and immediately sent me back to the store. 

He was going out for the evening, so He dismissed me for the day after I had returned with the items He had added to His list.  Before I left I told Him I am willing to do other domestic chores. 

“I know that.  I think you will do whatever I tell you to do.”  That comment made my knees weak .  .  .  .  

Sunday afternoon, He called me to tell me He wanted to test my laundry skills.  I went immediately to His apartment and went to work.  While the clothes were in the machines in the basement of His apartment building, Rex had me polish two pairs of shoes and clean His kitchen. 

I really enjoyed working in His apartment while He was there relaxing and watching a baseball game on the television.  He was drinking beer and eating pretzels at one point, but never offered me anything. 

He was a little gruff with me yesterday, but I think He was trying to establish that doing chores in His apartment is different than being in the office where we have to act like co-workers.  In His apartment, I am totally His servant.  I think He is trying to figure out how to treat me.  I am going to be patient because I really want Him to enjoy and to be comfortable with any service He allows me to perform for Him.

His has a large one-bedroom apartment with a small balcony.  He called the balcony the “cigar room.”  I have heard Him tell others in the office that He sometimes enjoys a cigar, but I have never had the joy of witnessing that. 

His apartment was clean, but a little disorderly.  I thought of lots of things I could  do for Him, but did not wish to be pushy.  I only suggested I could organize His clothes in the closet for Him.  He said, “Maybe.”

I see lots of fags on tumblr saying it is hard to find an Alpha to serve.  I think sometimes they really mean they find it hard to find an Alpha who will do what they want Him to do – dominate them in a certain way, fuck them wildly, etc.  I don’t blame them.  We all have our fantasies.   But, I changed my life for the better when I decided to look for a way to serve an Alpha – whom I will call Rex – at my workplace in a way He might appreciate. 

Rex and I work in the same department and are equals on the corporate organization chart.  He is very bright and very handsome, but alienated a lot of people because He is aware of His gifts and quite arrogant.  We had clashed several times on how our company should handle certain projects.  This caused me a lot of distress because I knew Rex is a Superior Man, but I thought I had to assert myself at work to promote my own career. 

After one meeting in which I had argued strongly against Rex’s position, I could not eat or sleep because I was so ashamed of my own behavior.  That night I resolved to stop acting against my own nature.  I decided I needed to concentrate on how to help Rex succeed in His career.  I stayed up until almost 3 a.m. drafting a memo suggesting several changes to Rex’s proposal to improve its chances of being a success for our company.  

I gave Him the memo the next morning.  He was surprised at my new tactic and skeptical of my ideas.  But, after reading my memo, He decided He liked my proposal.  He made a couple of very small changes to the memo and, claiming it as His proposal, gave the memo to our boss.  The boss liked Rex’s proposal and forwarded it to me for my comment.  I, of course, praised Rex’s memo and promised to do whatever I could to ensure the project was a success.  The boss put Rex in charge of the project.

Since that episode, I have concentrated on doing what I can to make Rex’s job easier and to help Him to further His career.   He never thanked me for that first memo or shared any credit with me.  He has never spoken of my submission to Him at the office, but His actions have made clear that He sees me as His “office bitch.”  On several occasions, He has picked my brain for ideas.  He has taken credit for some of those ideas and won praise from our co-workers.  He regularly dumps on my desk work He does not want to do. 

Young Turkish-German guy met with the famous hypnotist somewhere on the street. He was eager to try hypnosis, although at first he seemed pretty rigid. But after a little encouragement and help, he sank much deeper than he would’ve thought.His arms became loose like a ragdoll’s arms, and his head could be easily spinned by the hypnotist.

The interview - Part 4

“You are now nobody, you are almost empty. Thanks to my cum, you feel happy and obedient. Each time you swallow it, you will feel happier than ever. Unfortunately the firm needs someone with more confidence, with more presence. Look at yourself. You are now nothing just an empty drone without past and without a purpose. Let me give you something. Look into my eyes once again. As you see the glowing energy, memories start to appear in your head. Memories of a past that you always wanted to have: memories, as one of my slaves. Yes… You lived with me, since you were 17, I raised you up from the streets. On your 18th birthday you fell in love with me and you wanted to join to my slaves. Look at my chest now. You know it well. You kissed it a million times, you licked my spit from it, you sucked my niplles, you licked the sweat off of it when I wanted. Now look at my crotch. This was always the center of your life, you did everything to worship it. It’s scent stuns you each time, its size will demonstrate you what power means. It conrols your thougts, it controls your life. And since it belongs to me, I control your thougts and your life. And you love it, you love me. Here, these are your keys to home, now go, you will find your new uniform there, wait for me to arrive, and then I’ll make sure that this day will be the happiest day of yours.”

Every couple needs a dominant Arab master.

The interview - Part 1

I’m glad that I accepted this job interview. The office is at a great environment, the salary is more than good - but I will try to ask for more, and I can finally wear suits every day. Not like I would have a problem with my casual otfits, but hey, a suit radiates power. And this manager position… I always loved to rule people. I always loved to be followed. I was born as a leader, as a superior, this job fits me perfectly.

I was so nervous at the office. It’s the second round now, the personal interview. My tests seemed to be okay for the firm. I put on my best suit to give me enough power and dominance to convince the manager I’m going to discuss with. It looks so awesome on me, that he might even fall in love with me.

I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes when a really handsome man appeared with beard and in some sort of latest fashion almost silky somewhat shiny suit. As the sun glinted on his lap I could see what is behind his trousers… A big and sexy package. Thats all about my confidence, and my power… Nevermind, I’ll try my best. I walked after him, and he closed the doors. In his office there were leather furnitures everywhere, it seemed like they give for the elegance. He told me that the suit was paid also by the firm. Sweet, I thought. And the interview started.

“Hello Mike, I am Rob, if this discussion will be successful, I will be your boss. So let’s begin this thing. Tell me, what are your strengths?”

“I am a confident man with an atmosphere which makes other people want to be around me. I’m also accurate, and precise.”

“Tell me more about this atmosphere… How does it work, how would you describe it?”

“It’s like a radiation, at it can effect people around me, the closer the better”

“It’s funny that you say this…” He smiled and went silent. Stood up from his chair and waved with his hand to follow him. He went to the wall. “It’s funny because I have given this ability too, but mine works for real. Should we try it out?”

He asked, but he already know the answer. He came so close to me that our bellies touched, he leaned to the wall with his hand next to me. His head was really close to me, that’s wen I saw his eyes. They were so cold, and so blue. Like they would shine. I felt relaxation, and calmness around me as I looked into them. I started to understand what he wanted to show me, how real confidence is. I wanted to keep looking in his eyes, my mind was trapped, I was unable to look anywhere else. Not because of him, because of me.

Part 3

The interview - Part 2

Rob then walked to his chair and sat down. I followed him. He sat, and I stood before him, looking into those glowing lightblue eyes. Still mesmerizing, still so stunning. I stood before him, and I could enjoy the view of the perfect body. The bulging muscles, The hairy chest… The shiny crotch… And thos cold blue eyes…

“Kneel! Now look at me, look at my chest… now look at my bulge… do you see how powerful I am? Do you feel how little and weak you are? I was born to be a superior, to lead others. And you, you little piece of shit, you were born to serve, dont you? Just look into my eyes, and tell me if you think otherwise.”

I wanted to tell him so much that he is wrong. That all I applied for this job was to lead, to rule my employees. I looket at his chest. It was so perfect, so muscular. Then I looket at his crotch. I saw him bulging behind those shiny trousers. He has quite big size, and his cock seemed so powerful… I wanted to kiss it, to bury my head into it. And then I looked into his cold blue eyes. They were glowing and I could feel how his power grows stronger and stronger each minute on me. Then I started to speak.

“I am weak, and I am powerless. You are the superior, the leader. I was born to serve. To serve You”

At the age of 29 you finally get a managerial position in the large company where you’ve been working for the last few years. It was almost a week ago but you still haven’t found an assistant. Now you was waiting for an interview with another applicant, the third for today. This one had pretty good recommendations and had already worked in the same branch. The security guy from downstairs has already let him in, so he had to be in you office in a moment.

You skimed over his CV again: Vladislav Kovačev, 25 years old, native language — Bulgarian.

*Knock, knock!

— “Yes, come in!” — you stood up from your chair to greet him and introduce yourself.

The door opened and he entered the room.

A tall muscular young man in white tight shirt that showed his huge biceps and forearms, blue suit vest and tie of the same colour. He had buzz cut black hair and short beard. His grey eyes and a smirk on his face shone with confidence.

“Hi! Vladislav Kovačev, but you can call me Vlado”, — he starts the conversation in his deep voice with a note of East European accent and reach your hand for a handshake, — “thank you for inviting me to this interview”.

“Mm, yeah. Thank you for coming here today”, — you answered trying to take your lightly trembling voice under control. He grabed your hand enclosing it with his much bigger one and slightly pressed. You knew this trick. Men use it to unconsciously establish the dominance, but it was unnecessary... You already knew he was the alpha in this room.

You offer him a chair and turn back to your place. After that your start the interview as you always do it. The only difference is, this time you had to make an affort to stay in a leading position. You felt how intimidated you were simply by his presence, he didn’t even have to do or say anything.

***

After twenty minutes of asking him and answering his questions you already knew you’re going to hire him. Actually you knew that at the moment as he started speaking. You just couldn’t stay against his alpha confidence.

“So, Mr. Kovačev, actually I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t hire you. Your file was appealing even before the interview and you’ve managed to confirm my thoughts. Therefore I’m glad to welcome you in our company”, — you stood up to congratulate him and reached for his hand. As he grabed your hand to give you his second firm handshake for today, you felt that all that time during the interview you had rock hard bulge in your trousers. And Vlado noticed it.

“Thank you! And I see you are even more excited to have me here around you”, — he gave that sexy half-smile, released your small hand and went around the table to you.

“So you are just a small faggot that likes my muscles, aren’t you?”, — he pushed you in the chest making you fall down in your chair. You weren’t able to say anything. You knew that was wrong and you still was the ‘boss’ here. But at the same time you knew, he was the one in charge.

“Stand up!” — he ordered and you immediately obeyed his command. He grabbed your face and looked directly in your eyes full of fear, — “Now, go make me coffee and then prepare all papers!”.

As you came back with a cup of coffee, he was already sitting in your chair, or better to say in his chair, since it, as well as the whole office, is his now, everything you own is his property now.

“I almost forgot. Your wallet and keys. Here on the table, NOW! And your phone. I have to be sure I’m the only one in control of your online banking and your communication”, — he set parental control on your smartphone, so he can see all your activities. After that you made all documentation ready and you both signed it. Now he was officially hired as your personal assistant and you was sure he will make you work more efficiently so nobody had questions about an assistant that doesn’t do any work but still get paid. Otherwise you will be punished...

“Now you can go in reception and take an assitant table to do all you work there. That is your place now”.

I hopped on the light rail, excited to head to the Pride celebration downtown. I couldn’t wait to meet up with some of my coworkers I was marching with. I smiled as I thought about it. I can’t believe we live in a time when massive corporations are bending over backwards to show how much they support us. I was proud to wear my company’s logo on my t-shirt, to show that where I worked was cool with the gays.

There were clearly a lot of people on board headed to the parade. Even though my stop was toward the end of the line, there was only one seat left, and I slid into it.

“Lucky on Pride,” I thought.

And then I looked up to see them sitting across from me. Three hulking men decked out in leather. Leather boots, leather jackets… oh god, were they wearing assless chaps?

I frowned. It was people like them who seemed like they were trying to set the gay rights movement back 40 years. Why did they have to sexualize everything? All it did was announce to everyone that gays are a bunch of perverts, letting bigots confirm everything they believe.

Crap, they saw me looking at them. One leaned in to the leatherman in the middle and whispered something in his ear. The two of the chuckled. Probably something crass.

I must have made a face, as the one on the other end waved and grinned.

“Happy pride!” he said.

I pretended not to hear him.

“Oh, what’s got you so upset?” he continued.

I’d had enough.

“Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I mumbled.

“What was that?”

Fuck. Well, it has to be said. I took a breath.

“Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I said. “Pride it supposed to be for all ages, to show we’re just like everyone else. It’s not about sex, it’s about love! If the only part of the gay community people saw was you guys, we’d still be treated like freaks and criminals.”

I expected them to get angry. I didn’t expect all three to burst out laughing.

“Boy,” the middle one said.

Even though the train car was warm, I shivered.

“We’re not just like everybody else,” he growled. “And that’s the point of all this.”

The leatherman on his other side whispered something in his ear.

“I think that’s a great idea,” the man in the middle said. Then he pointed at me. “Three.”

He snapped his fingers.

My clothes! My clothes had disappeared, and I was sitting naked on the light rail! I tried to cover myself. I looked around, blushing. Time seemed frozen. No one was moving. The train was frozen on the tracks. My head snapped back to the three men, who seemed to be the only people not affected.

“There wouldn’t be a pride celebration without freaks and criminals,” the man on the left said. “Pride is about rebelling against what people tell you is normal or acceptable. Pride is about not hiding who you are.”

“Two,” the man in the middle said, and snapped again.

Suddenly, I wasn’t naked anymore. I was wearing rubber shorts! I could feel them tight on my ass, and… was I commando under them? And… a harness? My hand leapt to my chest, where a leather harness was tightly fastened around my pecs. It brushed my nipple, which now sported a silver hoop. I let out a small involuntary groan. My hand continued upward where it found the source of the sudden weight on my neck- a chain link collar… with a lock!

“And part of who we are is how we connect,” said the man on the other end.

Leather boots on my feet, laced up my legs. Oh god, no.

The man in the middle leaned forward.

“One,” he smirked, and snapped.

I felt a sudden surge of emotion in my chest. My eyes wrenched closed. What… what…. oh god, it felt amazing. It felt… free, it felt, oh god-

I looked up from the floor of the light rail car. Somehow I had gotten on my knees.

I gazed up at the three gorgeous men above me, smiling down approvingly.

Oh god, this felt amazing! To belong! To belong to them!

The one in the middle leaned down to scratch behind the ear of my pup mask. God, the joy! I couldn’t stop grinning.

“What a good boy!” his gravely tone felt like sunshine incarnate.

“That’s our pup!” said one of the other men. I leaned against his leg. This feeling!

The train car dinged.

“This is our stop, pup!” said the last man.

Such joy! Oh, was I the luckiest! To be their pup! To be me! To be owned! I wanted to show the world!

My collar jangled on my neck as I strutted forward.

That’s what that feeling was, so ready to show off my owners! To show that I was a good boy.

Pride.