Alphas: “Might Makes Right" Drew couldn't believe He was out here watching these stupid fags cruise the parking lot, quick to offer themselves to any Man that was interested. So many of them were girly, even more girly than the sluts He usually banged. He wasn’t interested in them. He was looking for something specific.
A chance encounter with a jock frat boy the other night introduced Drew to a side of Himself that He hadn't known before. He didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn't even know He wanted to do it. But back at His apartment, drunk and horny, He forced the younger jock to his knees and fed him His cock. He remembered the look on the boy's face. His swelling cock remembered it too.
At first, it was the look of fear on the jock's face of what Drew meant to do to him. Despite the boy's gym-worked body, Drew was taller and bigger than him, as well as more aggressive. Drew's unexpected demands made the boy tremble with fear. The boy had no idea why Drew had invited him back to His place. But in all honesty, Drew didn’t either. It just happened.
Once forced to his knees, there was the jock's gradual acceptance that he had no choice but to yield to Drew as the stronger male. It was a different look from the one of fear on his face only moments before. It was a look of surrender as the boy opened his mouth. A look that not only reflected that his submission was inevitable, that he knew there was no use fighting it. The recognition that his subjugation was a natural consequence of being in Drew's presence.
Drew remembered how the boy's look turned to one of trance-like ecstasy as he worshiped Drew's body and fat cock, eagerly taking more and more of Drew's cock into his mouth with one purpose, and one purpose only. To please Drew, to make Him cum. What women would only do begrudgingly, this boy was doing enthusiastically. It was a welcome change to have someone want to suck His cock. To want to make Him get off. Not because they wanted to get it over with, but because the boy wanted to see and hear Drew taking pleasure from him.
When it was over and the boy greedily swallowed His massive load, all He could do was look on with satisfaction at the total submission of the boy as he licked each precious drop of cum from HIs cock as if it was nectar, swallowing it without even being told. Drew couldn't help but wonder why women didn't accept the need to give Him pleasure as easily as the young jock.
Drew had expected to look down on the boy with disgust. Afterall, he was clearly a fag for going down on Drew, but that wasn't what He was feeling. It was feeling of conquest, mastery, achievement. It was the feeling that not only did He prove Himself the superior male once again, but that He had the right to do what He did to the jock boy. And the jock boy accepted it as his duty to yield to Him.
While it was a struggle at first to impose His will on the boy, Drew admitted to himself that it was hotter than any sex He had before. Sure, in the beginning, He forced himself on the clueless jock boy, but that was part of the excitement as well. Drew couldn't help but remember that the boy's gradual submission to His power, the yielding of the boy's body and mind to His, was a beautiful thing. His cock had never been harder. His orgasm had never been more intense, or His load as big. If at first, the jock boy hadn’t wanted it, by the end, he was craving it. The boy even thanked Him when it was over. Something no chick had ever done.
Sitting in His car today, Drew wanted to catch that feeling again. Only this time, He wanted more. He wanted it all. This time He wanted the sexy jock boy pinned under Him, squirming and crying as He pounded the jock a new pussy with His fat cock. He wanted him to fight back until he was fucked into blissful oblivion, surrendering to Drew's invasion of his body and mind as the boy realized it could be no other way. Most of all, He wanted to see the jock boy's face when Drew shot His load deep in the boy's guts confirming that Drew was the only real Man in that moment.
Had He paid more attention in His psych classes, Drew would have realized that He was just evolving, embracing His Alpha nature. It was finally occurring to him that as a superior male that lesser guys, like chicks, would accept what He did to them because of who and what He was.
It was a natural aphrodisiac like no other when the sexy jock boy, the one who thought himself a lady's man, who resisted Him with all his might at first, finally recognized that a Man like Drew was entitled to take what He wanted, when and how He wanted it, even from another guy.
And what He wanted now, sitting in that car, His cock slowly swelling at the memory of the other night, was another jock boy, one who still thought himself a Man like the one the other night. He wanted to take the boy's masculinity and add it to his own. He wanted His submission. The only question now is which lucky bitch boy would get the honor of being made to serve Him.
