Service: “Serving the Alpha Male”
“Go ahead, boy,” He tells you. You reach out and take His cock in your hand. You can feel the weight and heft of His impressive Manhood. It's as impressive as He is. It thickens from your tender caresses. As big as He is now, you know He gets even bigger and thicker when He’s fully hard. A constant reminder of how much more of a Man He is than you.
Serving an Alpha male is not like having sex with an ordinary man. Unlike other men, He doesn’t fuck just to get off. He fucks to dominate you, to possess you. He holds nothing back, and He expects you to give everything, your body and soul. Everything about the sex is all about Him. He made that clear from the very beginning, that first time you worked up the nerve to approach Him.
You remember Him telling you: “IF I decide to fuck you, you don’t have any say in how I take My pleasure. I control the sex, not you.” He didn’t say “If you want Me to fuck you.” He said, “IF I decide to fuck you.”
He wanted to make sure you understood that the choice isn’t yours. It’s His. He was not concerned about what you wanted. The only person He was looking to please was Himself. When you serve an Alpha male, there is only one choice: to serve Him or not. Once you are in His bed, your “limits” are just suggestions.
“Please, Sir,” you begged him. “I want to, . . .No, I need to serve You.” Even you hear the desperation in your voice.
You are undeniably aware that He is not your equal. He is your better. If He takes you into His bed, this wasn’t going to be a physical joining of two bodies. It was the total submission of one to the other. Your role is solely to give, to give until it hurts. His was to take all that He wanted, everything solely for His pleasure. You knew His would be a selfish fuck, but you knew that a Man like Him wouldn't have it any other way.
“You’re a smart boy, not bad looking. Why do you think that you need to serve me? I thought you had a boyfriend?” He asks, slightly amused.
“I had a boyfriend, Sir, but we broke up after I met you. I realized that He could never the Man you are. The kind of Man that I could submit to completely, without limit or question. He could never be you, Sir,” you tell Him desperately.
You listen to yourself and you know how pathetic you sound. While you had no idea what it means to surrender to a Man like Him, you only knew that you would regret it forever if you didn’t. And you told Him so.
“Son, I’m not looking for a lover. There is no shortage of boys begging Me to fuck them. You wouldn't be anything special. Just another piece of ass, one of many,” He tells you.
“If I could just be one of your boys that would be enough for me, Sir,” you tell Him, searching His face for some clue what He is thinking.
“Look boy, you need to understand. I’m not one of your nelly little friends. I’m not looking for romance. I’m looking for obedience, total submission. I know what I like, and I don’t particularly care what you want or even if you cum. I like to fuck my boys rough. And I only fuck them raw. I want your pussy to hurt when I'm through getting My nut. Do you get what I’m saying, boy?"
You knew that He was trying to scare you, but even if He wasn't, it wouldn't matter. You knew deep inside that He was the Man you wanted to serve. What you couldn’t give Him, you needed Him to take from you.
“I don’t care, Sir. I’ll do anything, be anything, just to be your boy even if it was just for one night,” you beg Him. His face told you He was skeptical. Lots of boys promise the world. Few delivered.
“Come here, boy,” He orders. You move close to Him. He slips a hand down the back of your jeans and roughly works His thick fingers into your hole. It hurts, but you say nothing. You hold perfectly still and let Him do whatever He wants to you.
“You’re still pretty tight, boy. Have you even been fucked before?” He asks, curiously.
“Yes, Sir,” you say embarrassed, quickly glancing down at the huge bulge in his jeans. You’ve been fucked plenty of times, but never by a Man like Him, or as well-endowed as Him.
“Son, are you sure you can take all of Me? I’m a well-endowed Man and once I start fucking you, I ain’t letting you up until I’ve shot My load deep in your pussy,” He says.
You can feel your heart racing as you realize you’ve got His interest, or He wouldn’t be wondering if your asshole could take a cock His size. You knew that He wasn’t making an idle threat. He was physically intimidating. He was bigger, stronger. You knew once He was on top of you, even if you begged Him to stop, that He wouldn't and there wasn't anything you could do to stop Him.
“I will, Sir. I promise, even if it kills me,” you add playfully. He laughs out loud. But you weren’t laughing, you were trembling at the idea of serving a Man like Him and all He might do to you.
“Come over at 10:00 p.m. When you come to My door stip. Leave your clothes and shoes outside.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you said as He wrote His address in the palm of your hand. No phone number, just an address. No way to reschedule, to back out, to ask questions. Somehow, you knew if you were one minute late, He would simply not open the door. It was a simple test. Be on time, do everything you promised, submit to Him completely. Pass or fail.
That was how you found yourself in His bed that first time. That night He pushed your limits. He insisted on your complete submission. When your body resisted, He held you down and forced His cock into you while you cried like a baby. Despite the pain and the tears, your embarrassment and humiliation, you were grateful that He did. It was absolutely the most incredible sex of your life.
When He was done, He held you and told you that you were a "good boy." Those two words made everything you were made to do, everything you endured, worth it.
"You did great, Son. I hope I wasn't too hard on you, but I wanted to know if you were a boy of your word. You're welcome to stay the night if you want, but I won't make you," He said. You looked at Him surprised. You couldn't believe He was inviting you to stay.
"Really?" you ask, waiting for Him to tell you He was kidding.
"Of course, Son. But nothing changes. You should know that if you stay, I'm likely gonna have a run at you again. If you don’t think you can handle it, you're free to go," He said, calmly but sincerely. He seems to understand that not every boy can handle Him, and He was ok with that.
You take a moment to look at Him, to really look at Him. He wasn’t just a Man, He is a god, your god. You served Him with all your heart; you gave Him all that you had to give. Your hole has been brutalized. Your jaw is sore, but He's offering you a chance to serve Him again. In those few hours, He became the center of your world. How could you possibly tell Him “No”? So you stay.
"Thank you, Sir," you say as you climb back into His bed. He fucked you for a second time that first night, and once again in the morning. Both times it hurts. Both times you were in uncontrollable ecstasy.
It was all worth it, because He invited you back a couple of days later. It was every bit as intense as the first time, and just as physically exhausting. Still, you were in heaven being allowed to serve Him again, even if He put your body through Hell. After that, He invited you back several times, each time ending with several loads of His cum inside you and Him praising you for being a good boy. That was all you ever wanted to be: a good boy. His good boy.
Tonight, He commanded you to come over yet again. And it is just as exciting as the first time. His cock throbbing in your hand is potent and powerful unlike yours that He locked in a cage the morning after the first time.
As you hold His Manhood, you can feel His heartbeat in your hand. His cock is wonderfully warm to the touch. It's musky, even a little sticky, from being confined in His jeans during a long day of hard work. His aroma drives you wild with lust. It’s the scent of a Man, a real Man. Looking up at Him, He nods. Obediently, you open wide and take Him into your mouth, lovingly, adoringly.
You open as wide as possible to take as much of Him as you can in your mouth. His cock forces your tongue down and pushes past your tonsils against the entrance to your throat, intent on possessing the very space reserved for the air you breathe. He rocks back and forth slowly enjoying the moist heat of your mouth until His cock swells to its full glory. He barely fits in your mouth now. He’s leaking precum down your throat as He begins to face fuck you. When He puts His hand on the back of your head, you are not a person any longer. In that moment, you are just a warm wet hole to give Him pleasure. You’re ok with that because you now know your purpose. To be His every pleasure.
Despite making you gag several times, you can tell He is enjoying it. As His breathing deepens. He groans. You can tell that He’s getting close. Doubling down on your efforts to please Him, your tongue and mouth work every part of His shaft and head, as you caress His balls in your hand. You take as much of His cock down your throat as you can, simultaneously looking up at Him to let Him see the adoration you have for Him and His cock. He groans loudly, placing both hands on your head and pulling you down further on His cock. It’s time.
“Fuck,” He groans loudly, as He starts shooting a massive load in your mouth, filling it up to the point of overflowing. The warm, salty thick liquid throws your hormones into overdrive as you greedily try to swallow all of it. He groans again and tilts your head back as His cock continues to spew copious amounts of cum down your throat. He knows you are greedy for His seed. And He loves seeing you so desperate for it.
He withdraws His magnificent cock and leans back. You hunch forward, carefully cleaning His cock with your tongue lapping up the juices still leaking from His swollen head. You savor the taste of His semen. It’s earthy, slightly bitter, totally masculine just like Him.
He is not like other Men. He is still hard even after shooting His load down your throat. You know from experience that He will be ready to go again soon. Once is never enough for Him, but it’s not your mouth that He is interested in now. As much as He loves you sucking His cock, He loves to fuck you even more.
You lay back and your thighs instinctively spread in anticipation. The universal signal of a bitch in the presence of a Sire looking to be bred. It's not so much that you are offering it to Him. It’s already His. He owns your body as He owns your soul. It is His to take, to use, to plunder. And He will. Since you cannot bear His pups, your solitary purpose is to make sure He enjoys the fuck. It will not be gentle, and it will not be quick.
He’s ready to go again. As He kneels between your thighs, He places your legs on top of His muscular thighs, forcefully pulling you to Him with both muscular arms. Your body slides down as your ass slides up making your ass more easily available to Him. Your hole quivers in anticipation.
He teases you with the head of His cock, bare skin upon bare skin, rubbing around your hole, working His precum into you. He knows how turned on you are fully cognizant of that fact that He’s about to fuck you. He grins as He sees the hunger and lust on your face. You want Him so inside you so badly and He knows it.
You don’t say anything, your words mean nothing. He’ll do whatever He wants, whatever pleases Him, and dare you not to love it. He knows more about fucking than you do about getting fucked. He has proven that time and time again.
He pushes your legs back and spreads them. He pushes His huge cock between your hole, the girth of His cock spreading your ass cheeks open as He penetrates your hole. You try to relax as the tip of His cock slides just inside your hole. Even though He's cunted you several times, it still hurts when He starts.
He pauses for a minute. It's not that He is letting you get used to His size. He just knows the anticipation is driving you insane. He knows you’re screaming on the inside for Him to fuck you, though you don't say a word. You know better than to tell Him how to have sex. But He knows it. He sees it in your eyes.
And then, He does it. There is nothing tender about it. You’re not a chick. You don’t deserve gentle. Positioning Himself to get the most leverage and you none, He drives into your hole in one deliberate thrust, past the first sphincter, the head of His ample cock pushing through with a conspicuous pop. You fight back a scream.
Your body stiffens as waves of pain radiate out from your asshole, your jaw clenches, and your asshole clamps down on His cock only making the pain worse. The look on His face tells you that is exactly what He intended. Your eyes go wide as you loudly gasp while He moans.
Your pain is His pleasure. You know how much He loves that He can make you squirm, even hurt, after all the times that He’s fucked you. It's a display of His power over you. As bad as it hurts, you endure it solely because He enjoys it. It is an offering expected and demanded each time He fucks you.
He pulls back and drives into your inflamed and swollen hole again. Unable to resist the strength of His powerful hips and thighs, your body painfully and abruptly gives way. His cock has now passed through the internal sphincter
Again, your hole instinctively clamps down around the thick shaft buried deep inside you. You let out an audible sob of pain as your body stiffens and your hands leap to His powerful thighs. The pain is so intense you have a momentary temptation to push Him out of you. He knows it’s an involuntary reaction, but He doesn’t like it when you do that. The disapproval on His face is harsh and judgmental. You know better and immediately regret it.
Quickly recovering and despite the pain, you pull your hands back, placing them behind your head, out of the way. Letting out a deep breath, you push down instead. There is no going back, no slowing down. You are not allowed to control His sex.
A grin forms on His face. He's pleased again. He loves how He is playing your body. He’s loving that you’re doing what He you know He likes. You melt when he calls you a “good girl” and drives His cock all the way inside you. You remind yourself that His pleasure is your pleasure as you stare into His eyes.
He possesses your soul every bit as much as His cock possess your hole. You lay there for a few precious seconds wondering how you are so lucky to serve a living god, to be the boy who was allowed to spread his legs for Him. You know that moment of stillness, of fullness, is fleeting. You may have made Him your god, but Nature created Him a beast.
You feel His massive cock start to move inside you. His heavy balls rub against your taint as He grinds into you to make sure you are feeling every inch of Him. Now that He’s all the way in, He commences a deliberate, but vigorous rut. He’s not there to jerk off. He’s there to fuck. And that’s exactly what He does. He fucks you. He batters your boy cunt with focused determination, intent solely on His pleasure. He takes His time and selfishly enjoys all that your hole has to offer because He can.
As He roughly fucks you, you realize He is "entitled" in the truest sense of the word. He knows just as well as you that if you won't be the boy He wants, there are hundreds of others that would willingly take your place. There is no reason for Him to settle for less than absolutely everything He wants. It is the price of Him being there on top of you. A price you pay willingly for such an incredible Man taking His pleasure even as it causes you pain.
It doesn’t take long before His hard regular thrusts have made your hole sloppy, stretched, and wet from His continually leaking precum mixing with your fluids. The pain has dulled except for the occasional deep drive of His rock-hard cock into you to remind you it’s all about Him not you.
You are now in the moment. His moans of pleasure, the regular rhythm of His deep thrusts in and out of you, the rough pounding against your prostate all come together to put you silently, blissfully into subspace. And though your pleasure was not His intention, He loves how turned on you are by Him. He fucks you just the way He likes it, just the way He has trained you to like it too.
After a while, having enjoyed your cunted hole for as long as He wants, He starts to pick up the pace of His fucking. He slams into your hole harder and harder as His breath becomes more labored. For the second time tonight, He’s getting close.
He tells you that He’s about to cum, and He asks you if you’re ready for Him to breed your pussy. It’s not that He cares whether you're ready. It’s His way of getting you out of your head and into the moment, into His climax. He wants you to be present when He breeds your hole yet again.
You are covered in sweat, His and yours. Your thighs are shaking from exhaustion. Still, you emphatically nod your head yes. You are unable to speak, focused on Him totally, concentrating on the moment when you will feel His virile load filling you up and coating your insides.
Suddenly, He leans into you with all His weight. Holding your legs back almost over your head, He shoves His huge cock deep inside you, holding it there, as He spews load after hot load into your guts. You are intensely aware of Him impregnating you. Your cunt is overflowing with His juices. One, two, three generous spurts, you lose count. Each load overwhelming you as intensely as the last.
“Oh fuck!” you yell, not because you are cumming but because each gush of His cum satisfies a burning hunger inside you that can only be filled by Him using you like He does. In that moment, you fantasize about having His babies.
For Him, it's all about pleasure, but for you it’s an emotional rather than a physical thing. You know that He breeds you to reinforce the fact that you are not a Man, and He is. And you love that. You love being the source of His pleasure, of being His “good girl.” Whatever else you are, you are there. Under Him. His cock buried deep inside you as His sweat covers your body as completely as His load coats your insides.
As He collapses on you, you aren’t even sure if you came. You don’t care though. The feelings were so intense. You are fixated on the fullness of His now still cock, and the warm feeling of His cum inside you, even as it slowly leaks out of your hole and down your inner thigh. You kiss Him.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking me, for giving me Your seed,” you tell Him. He smiles. It’s in these moments that you allow yourself to feel proud, proud to be the one allowed to serve Him. Proud to have caused His orgasm.
You are content and satisfied, but in a different way from Him. Yours comes from knowing that He enjoyed plowing your pussy like the stud He is. That He enjoyed cumming inside you. That He fucked you good and you loved it.
Deep down, that was all you really wanted or expected. More importantly, it was all you could ever need. Finished, He pulls out of you. The emptiness reminds you why you give yourself to Him and why you will do it again and again. You need Him. You need Him inside you. To be possessed, used, and wanted as only an Alpha can with His boy. You would endure that pain twice over again, and more, to be allowed to satisfy Him.
You do it because you are His boy.
