“You’re such a dominant alpha male…” “…so cocky and arrogant!” “You love it when your body is worshipped, it makes you so horny…” These phrases rang in Ben’s head during lunch, when once again, he didn’t have anyone to take care of him. These words molded him again, turning him into an entirely different person.
When Ben came home, he burst through the door, surprising Matt. His shirt was missing and you could see the outline of his stuff cock in his tiny leather shorts. Ben slammed the door behind him and swaggered over to Matt, who, in his hunger, began to reach for Ben’s shorts. Ben swatted him away and chuckled. “Nah-uh. You want that? Worship me first. Worship me like the alpha I am.”
“What?” Matt looked confused. “Worship me, and if you do a good job you’ll get your reward. If not, I guess I’ll be daddy to two babies when I find someone else.” Ben smirked confidently, knowing he won. Within moments, Matt was caressing Ben’s firm muscles with his thick hands, feeling every crevice and bulge. Matt had accidentally grazed Ben with his pecs once or twice, causing a wet moan to escape his lips.
Eventually, Ben flipped Matt on his back and pulled down his shorts, shoving his dick straight into Matt’s ass. “Your reward.” Ben growled, his supercum escaping moments after. Despite the anal, Matt felt sated of his craving.
For the next hour or so, Matt continued to massage and worship Ben’s body, who grunted and masturbated in return, cumming twice in that time. Matt felt a bit uncomfortable, partially because he was still straight and just trying to be helpful, but mostly because Ben’s new personality was repulsive, he felt. He had also been growing uncomfortable with his growing horniness, but unable to satisfy it as his cock refuses to harden. Eventually, Ben pushed Matt off of him and stood up. “I’m going to take a shower, make me dinner. A good steak.” He smirked and swaggered away, leaving Matt to cook. While he did, he heard Ben talking to himself in the shower. “You are such a fucking god Ben. Of course Matt worships you - he’s your beta bitch! Haha!” Matt sighed. He knew this wasn’t Ben’s fault, it was just really difficult to death with. Maybe, he thought, he could go to the gym at lunch tomorrow and ask one of the women to set his right…