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Alpha curled me up securely in his arms back at the hotel. I don’t think either of us had much energy to speak or do much more than rest together. We only had about an hour before we’d need to collect our things and head to DCA, and I was content to simply lie in his presence and enjoy these last moments together. We’d have time later to do a download of our experience from the weekend but at that time, blissful silence seemed to say more than any conversation could. 

My alarm went off and I staggered to the shower to clean up and finished tossing some items in my bag. I let Alpha rest as long as I realistically could, before tugging on his foot to wake him up. While he was showering, I finished packing one of his bags for him. After we dressed, he presented me with the keys to his collar so that I could remove it while we were apart if the need arose.    I told him that aside from taking it off for the gym, I wouldn’t see much of a need to take it off. I wore it though security at DCA, which necessitated an extended screening, but otherwise, it was no trouble at all.

While we waited for our flight, Alpha and I chatted about the weekend candidly, what worked, what didn’t, where we could make changes. I told him that aside from a few stumbles on my part, I had a wonderful time and I thanked him for making this MAL such a memorable experience. He said that he was pleased with the service that I had provided and reviewed the stumbles that I had. Rather than criticize me for them, he pointed out how the reactions I had were understandable and how we had worked through them. Though he’s a few years my junior Alpha shows a maturity and thoughtfulness that I lack in some respects. 

The flight to Charlotte is short, just under an hour, and Alpha had another long-enough layover that we could recover a bit at my condo before he’d continue home. We seemed to be replaying his arrival in reverse. Usually my return to Charlotte is punctuated by a good deal of melancholy but not this time as I still had Alpha with me, if only for an hour or two. I stopped to use the bathroom on the way to baggage claim. Alpha did not – his work was not done, my work was not done.

At home I stripped to my jock one last time, knelt and helped Alpha undress one last time. I don’t know if he got a second wind or if he wanted to make this last session really memorable since it would be a while before we’d see each other again, but it was game on immediately. I licked and sucked his cum-filled balls, worked my way up the shaft of his cock and swallowed his meat to the hilt over and over. When I pulled off, he grabbed my collar and slapped his cock against my head before telling me to get in the shower. I’d be marked one last time before he was finished with me. I readily flexed and offered various body parts for him to drench, thanking him as he coated each one. 

After rinsing off, I found Alpha relaxing in my bed, his legs spread. I started at the foot of the bed, tasting each of his feet and working my way slowly but deliberately toward his thighs, before finally worshipping his balls one more time. While the first sex of the weekend, shortly after he collared me, was certainly a milestone, sex after spending a weekend in role and building our dynamic further seemed beyond even that. I found myself singularly focused on pleasing him, sucking his cock with abandon, gently tugging on his balls, keeping my ass in the air and wagging with hunger. I didn’t dare let his cock slip from my mouth even after he began asking me rhetorical questions that i wanted to answer, like “who’s my good boy?” and “you want my cock, don’t you?” He was particularly verbal this time and while our dynamic is by design not egalitarian I began to see him as more and more superior to me, more and more worth of every bit of energy and focus that I could muster. 

Alpha decided to seed my ass; I spun around and presented my hole – his hole I should say. With minimum lube, he pressed himself inside, balls deep, and I clenched to grip and massage his cock with every muscle I could. It was  hard fuck from the first thrust. Alpha grabbed the collar to control me, not unlike you would an animal that needed to be broken in. I pushed back on his cock and met his hips. I kept my back arched to give him the best angle possible. He was using his fuckmeat exactly the way it was born to be used. My own cock, pressed against the bed, was leaking from the assault on my prostate; his verbal domination had me close to shooting in their own right. More rhetorical questions came from Alpha, reminding me that I was his good boy, his fuck meat, his property, these holes were his to use, my new purpose in life was servicing him, this what I was made for. With a hard shove, I was flat on my stomach and Alpha got closer to cumming. His pounding got even harder, if that was possible, and his sounds more animalistic. He began shooting his massive load into me and I clenched and milked and massaged his cock while thanking him of giving me his seed. 

He collapsed on top of me and rested for another minute or two, my ass continued to squeeze the last few drops from him and pull his load deep into my gut. Finally he withdrew and a cool mix of lube and cum was left dripping around the hair of my crack. He walked around the edge of the bed where my head was and presented his cock for cleaning; I greedily sucked down a few drops of cum from his pubes and lapped up some sweat that had accumulated.