I went around my apartment, cleaning it up to prepare for one of Master's “surprise inspections”, which basically meant getting to please Him. His armchair had small puddles of sweat covering the leather I couldn't resist lapping up. I loved Him so much.
Once that was done, the bathroom was next. Nothing much ever happened in there, so it was pretty clean to begin with. The reflection in the mirror felt somewhat shocking, yet strangely enough, very familiar. My traits were soft, slightly rounded, my lips luscious, thick, made to surround a gorgeous cock. My balls churned at that thought, a small stream of precum hitting the ground with a splashing noise. I quickly cleaned it up with a towel before heading back to the living room.
The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. I cooked myself a quick meal, before heading to bed.
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My alarm blasted through my room at 7AM sharp, as it does every morning. I took my blankets off my bed seeing they were covered in pre-cum as usual. Right after placing them in a pile, I put on some custom-made thong Daddy had bought me so my huge nuts wouldn't flop around too much when I walked around. He hated when I left trails of pre-cum through the building. I put my bed sheets in a plastic bag before heading down towards the basement.
As I walked out the door, I looked around, admiring all the photos and posters of Master Larry that were covering the walls. The one right in front of my door had an underside view of Him, close to the base of His cock, looking up towards His stomach, glorious pecs and His beard, with the word “Obey” written above His head. It was so hard to resist licking this image of Him, I simply didn't. My tongue slid against the glass, as I imagined giving Him a tongue-bath. I placed my lips against the picture, kissing the representation of His body. After a few moments honoring Him, I started walking downstairs, slowly so I could take more time to revel in the pictures decorating the hallways. When I got downstairs, I passed by the sauna room before reaching the laundry room. I loaded and started the washing machine, making myself a mental note to come back in around an hour.
Walking back up to my room, I passed by the building lobby just as the door opened. Wondering who could come visit a tenant this early, I turned my head around.
The man who'd entered was massive, definitely one of Master's friends. Despite being fully clothed, it was clear he loved showing his body off, as was his birthright. His t-shirt seemed painted on, his colossal shoulders stretching the fabric to the limit, his hard nipples nearly piercing the textile. His musclegut was close to making it rip. I couldn't help but look further down to his shorts, obviously made of lycra. His quads were breathtaking, tree trunks rubbing against each other with every steps. And his bulge was simply put hard to miss. His big balls were pushed forward by his quads, which only helped highlight his soft cock that was pushed ever further forward. He definitely wasn't as imposing as Master Larry, but he still had a strong presence.
My thong's string felt wet, everything fell into place in my mind. This man was an Alpha. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him and his bulge. I took me too long to realize he was also looking at me with a wide grin, and by then, he was already only a few steps away. His gaze roamed my body from mouth to ass.
“You're definitely Jay,” he said with some mischief in his voice.
“Mhhmm,” I replied softly.
I was breathing heavily as I was shyly admiring this Alpha, who took the opportunity to slide a finger into my ass, “Alright boy, we're going to your place. Lead to the way.”
He was moving his finger in my ass as I slowly walked towards my unit, panting every few steps from the pleasure. We were halfway there when he inserted a second digit. I put my hand in front of my mouth, to avoid spilling throat-lube on the hallway floors. The front of my thong was nearly fully wet, I feared was would happened if Master knew I was on the verge of dirtying his building's corridor.
Once we got to my place, the stranger removed his fingers from my asshole. “Take it off,” he ordered.
“Yes...?” I let the end of the word stay in the air for an extra second, hoping he'd give me his name.
“Boss.”
“Yes Boss.”
I took my thong off, with Boss standing behind me. He slapped my ass, causing me to yelp. Boss's scent started filling the room, his musk was spicier than Daddy's, I was pleasantly feeling less focused already. I felt his heavy hand on the small of my back, “Okay boy, go get a dildo, your favourite.”
Scanning the room, I realized my collection of dildos was scattered on my shelves, fully on display. I went and picked up my favourite, an 18-inches, fairly girthy one. I went back to Boss, and handed it to him. He looked at it with a smile, before placing it on the table. “We'll use it later.”
I admired his head, barely having had time to previously. Like most Alphas, he was bald with a strong beard. It was around 2 inches long, and covered his wide, square, angular jaw. He had piercing brown eyes, placed under his heavy brows. His forehead was lightly wrinkled, most likely from the amount of betas he was used to frown at. He had a thick bull-neck, leading onto his wide shoulders.
He knew I was admiring him, “Not as massive as that Master Larry of yours, but still pretty big, huh boy?” He took a few steps forward, his covered bulge resting against my stomach. I could feel his cock throb through the fabric, caressing my waist. I was still looking up at his head, yet the warmth of his pecs was coming through his thinly-stretched t-shirt. Fuck if I wasn't pissing pre-cum by then.
Boss flexed his pecs, lifting them under his shirt, teasing me. He knew what he was doing to me, he loved it, his dick was telling me so as it throbbed. It was expanding within his shorts, there was no way he wasn't going commando. He lifted his arm as high above himself as his body allowed, “Go on, take it off.”
Pulling his shirt up, I couldn't help but notice how his musclegut looked. It was completely hairless. I kept on lifting his shirt up until he was able to remove it himself. I was taken aback for a moment, Boss had a wide smile on his face. “B-boss...” I muttered, surprised by this Alpha's lack of body hair. His response was to take his humongous shirt, put it on me, before grabbing my head and shoving my mouth between his pecs. I was floating in that shirt, I could only feel it on my shoulders and on my stomach, the latter being due to his bulge pressing it against me.
I started kissing the crevice my face was against, licking it as a sign of submission to Boss. “Y'know how betas like you are fucking hairless and smooth?” he asked as I was tasting him. He didn't even let me moan or anything before answering. “You can't even get big like me, so think of it as a way to put you in your place.”
He took his hand away from my head, letting me take the opportunity to start kissing his pecs. I was on the tip of my toes as I tried to reach the top of them, Boss took the opportunity to grope both of my asscheeks. He brought me higher towards his face, up until I wasn't able to slobber all over his pecs. Our heads were at the same height now, allowing him to press his lips against mine. His tongue entered my mouth, and he started groaning. It was thick, feeling great as it was fighting against mine. He lifted me up a bit more, until our faces were at an angle, with mine above his. His calloused hands moved further towards my hole before he slid two fingers, one from each hand, inside. I felt pressure within my ass, my balls and my throat, all of them producing lube or precum.
Boss kept fighting my tongue with his, slurping up my throat-lube. Some of it was spilling onto his beard, the hair painting it back onto my face. I placed my arms around his neck. Boss took it as a signal to put more fingers into my ass, my body going into overdrive. My mouth was filled with liquid, with Boss drinking all of it when he could. He'd occasionally squeeze my cheeks with his hands, making me leak a spurt of whatever was coming out of me.
After a few minutes of making out, he pulled his head away from mine, as I drooled over his shirt. “Good boy,” he said as he lowered me back onto the ground. My hands moved from his back to his shoulders, before ending up on his pecs. He flexed them as I squeezed. This was totally different from touching Master's hairy chest. Boss' were soft, but so firm, I could feel every striation under my hands. He smirked, “You're a good obedient slut, no wonder Larry keeps you around.” I blushed at the compliment, pleased to be of service. “Undress the rest.”
My hands moved down Boss' body, caressing his musclegut, where I could feel light abs under his skin. As I grabbed the side of his shorts, Boss squeezed my buttcheeks, as if he wanted to crush them. I screamed in pain and pleasure, feeling like I was nearly cumming. “Front,” Boss spat in my face, “First.”
Obeying, I started pulling his shorts down from the front. Just like with what was under his t-shirt, Boss was hairless under his shorts. The root of his cock wasn't hidden by hair like Master's, making every thick vein of his adonis belt visible just like every thick vein feeding his cock with blood. Being shaved made it so Boss' cock looked thicker where it jutted out of him. I kept pulling his shorts down as I kneeled down, every inch of his tool I revealed was as beautiful as the last. The skin looked soft, and thick veins were criss-crossing everywhere through the shaft. It wasn't even fully hard yet... As I continued fulfilling my duty, I kissed this beautiful tool, which responded with frequent throbbing. Soon enough, I was closing in on this cock's head, when I realized Boss' shorts were still dry. I knew he'd been turned on, why wasn't he leaking all over the place?
Once I reached it, it all made sense. Boss was uncut. And by that I mean he was really uncut. His cockhead was thick, but his foreskin was tight and he had an overhang. He noticed how shocked I was, my mouth wide open. Seeing an opportunity, Boss shoved the head of his dick in my mouth, and slowly pulled back on his foreskin as he stepped out of his shorts. I was rewarded with ambrosia. Addicted to cock as I was, I shoved my tongue inside his foreskin, moving it around to collect more.
Boss groaned, making some slight back and forth with his hips. Not enough to fuck my throat or anything, but just enough for his cock to get harder. It was expanding in my mouth, stretching it alongside my lips. I was still lapping up his delicious pre-cum, as I felt his foreskin retract behind his cockhead. While he had an overhang while soft and half-hard, his dick was stretching that skin out to its limit, resting behind the thick head.
Fully hard, Boss pulled his dick out of my mouth, rubbing it against my face. I panted, saddened by how empty my mouth now was. I placed my hands around his meat, barely able to circle three fourth of it. I admired it as it filled my view. “27 inches of pure, thick,” he slapped my cheek with his meat, “fuckin' Alpha cock.” I stroked his flesh, allowing me to bask in his spicy musk. “Larry knows how to get the most submissive boys I swear,” he laughed, “Time for the main event.” He walked towards the table. Left kneeling on the ground, I felt just how big his shirt was on me. Ever since I'd had it on, it had been covering my dicklet, and I'd been leaking right on it. I hope Boss wouldn't be angry...
“Alright cockhound. You, on the armchair, ass out, face the wall.”
I bolted right onto Master's armchair, kneeling on it with my head towards the wall. It was His, but He still let me use it for sex-related stuff.
Facing the white wall, I could feel Boss come over. He had my dildo in his hand, and stuck it to the wall. He grabbed the tip of the sex-toy with one hand, and my chin with the other. My lips were pressed against the silicon cock, “Open up a bit.” I complied, allowing Boss to push part of the head into my mouth. “Stay like that for now.”
“Mhhm mhhm,” was the only thing I could let out.
Boss moved behind me. I could feel his gaze on my massive bubble butt, letting out a small chuckle in appreciation to its perkiness and width. He grabbed his hard cock, moving it up and down my crack, covering it in precum. Not only was my ass leaking simply by being in his presence, he seemed to enjoy marking it as well. He only moved it up and down the crack a few times, before he let it go. He stepped closer, lowering himself until he could grab part of his shirt I was still wearing, and pulling it a bit towards him. With how wide the head opening was, I was only now feeling it against the back of my neck. He put one hand on my balls, causing a splurge of pre-cum to weakly blast out of my dicklet. I didn't hear the usual sound it does when it lands on leather, Boss' actions once again surprising me. “Perfect, let's aim that nub of yours a bit higher.”
Alphas rarely touched my dicklet, I couldn't help but moan loudly as Boss touched me. He rubbed a finger on my glans, I nearly shot a load right there and then. “Hmmmmm... Hmmmhhhhhhh...” I moaned. Boss backed off from my nub, placing his hands on my thighs. “You better be ready for this. And you can let yourself go. Enjoy.”
What was up with him? He was one of the oddest Alphas who'd used me lately.
He kissed my right buttcheek. I felt my balls churn a bit. He kissed it again, but this time he lightly bit it too. My nub pulsed, some precum landing on the inside of his shirt, which was covering pretty much the entire seat of the armchair. He licked my cheek, before biting it again. This actually felt... so nice. My balls kept churning with every movement he made on my ass. I could feel his breath, he rubbed his beard against my ass. Fuck... His beard felt so... I throbbed, spilling more pre-cum on his shirt.
My balls were hanging low from their weight. Boss kissed them both, rubbing his beard against them. I just wanted to let go and not worry about why he was doing that. He licked the bottom of my balls, all the way to my buttcrack. I shivered, doing my best to hold my pleasure in.
“You're not letting yourself go boy, I feel it,” I could feel disappointment in his voice.
“Mwhy ar yo doonguh thi?” I asked, muffled by the head of the dildo in my mouth.
“When I leave your place, my shirt's gonna be covered in your pre-cum and cum. It's like a trophy,” he replied, before licking from my balls to my taint again. Oh, he really did want that. That made sense.
His beard rubbed against both my cheeks as he licked around my crack. My balls pulsed, and knowing why Boss was doing this, I let myself go. My nub throbbing, pre-cum was now pouring out of it in a stream, landing on Boss' shirt. He kept teasing my ass, licking it, kissing it, biting it. He did the same to my balls, which only intensified their pre-cum output. Boss stopped teasing my butt for a moment, letting out a guttural “Nice!” after seeing how wet his shirt was getting under me.
He groped both my cheeks, clamping his hands hard as he spread them out. He kissed around my hole, licking my bussy juice as his beard rubbed against my globes. Then he pushed his tongue in. I gasped, still only having part of the dildo in my mouth. Holy dick, Boss knew how eat an ass. Stimulating my hole kept my pre-cum production up, my cocklet throbbing violently as spurts and spurts of pre-cum flew out of it.
Boss pushed his head forward as he pleasured my hole. My whole body moved up a bit, and more of the dildo entered my mouth. Did he want me to take it all in? I wasn't going to say no to some deepthroat practice...
So he kept pushing his head against my ass, slowly forcing inch by inch of the dildo in. I was about 7 or 8 inches deep when he stopped eating my ass out. I felt him look at my head as he let both my asscheeks go. He placed one hand on my head, and massaged my balls with the other. I moaned against the silicon, when he slapped one of my balls. Fuck, that felt great, as much as it did when he pushed 6 inches of the sex-toy deeper into my mouth. My nub was pulsing, the dildo was now rubbing against my throat-spot. He let my head and my balls go, and grabbed my cheeks against, swiftly shoving his wide tongue back in my ass.
He pushed me at more regular intervals now, my throat-spot now being massaged on top of my hole. If Boss wanted a trophy, I was gonna give him one. He didn't have to push me anymore, as I pushed myself against my dildo, all 18 inches of it now in me. “Forward and back, boy. Forward and back, rub that throat-spot.”
I did so, my balls going frantic. I could feel how close to an orgasm I was, and so did Boss. He started stroking my nublet with one hand, still devouring my hole. I felt it rise, this was complete ecstasy. My balls pulsed frantically, just like my nub. If Boss wanted a trophy, I'd give him a trophy. Fuck, Boss wanted a fuck trophy wanted a Boss wanted I'd give him yeah fuck I'd yeah-- a trophy-- a yeah-- FUCK--
“Uggghhhhhhhnnnnnn,” I let out as my cocklet started shooting a constant stream of cum all over Boss' shirt. With balls like mine, I knew how long it'd take to unload but I didn't know if Boss did. He kept stroking me and eating me out, I could barely think at all.
Oh fuck, Boss was really going at it, he really wanted me to-- ah fuck. I felt another orgasm rise up and I wasn't even done with the first one. Holy shit this was fuck-- My balls went into overdrive, I felt them churn harder than before. They were just throbbing so much, just like my nub. And it just kept rising in me and oh fuck-- oh fuck it just kept oh Boss yeah-- Boss fuck-- yeah my nub was-- fuck--
I had no clue what was happening but it felt so good. I was being overstimulated by Boss to levels I didn't know were possible. My nublet, pissing cum all over his shirt, as he just kept eating my ass. My throat was spasming against the dildo, holding it tight. I felt Boss' head move away from my ass before slapping it. “Oh wow, you're a fucking cum-machine aren't you. That's gonna be a nice trophy to show Larry!” he laughed. I was going non-stop, having two orgasms stacked on top of each other. Boss picked me up as I was still shaking, the dildo stuck in my throat, coming off the wall easily as he took my waist with both of his hands. All my concentration was set on my favourite toy, which I took the base of with both hands, keeping the motion going, forward and back, forward and back. I wasn't even paying attention to anything else, until my knees and elbows sank into my mattress. Still shooting, I heard my seed land on it.
“Guess your bed'll need a deep cleaning after this,” Boss groaned.
He grabbed the front of his shirt, making sure my dicklet was shooting on it again. I could feel my balls' production slow down, the stream of cum weakening lightly. Boss flicked one of them, they revved back up as I moaned with the dildo still impaling my throat. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it again, before attacking my hole once more with his tongue. There was no way he would let me have a break. He kept at it, circling my hole, tongue-fucking it, biting around it.
Then he stopped. He let my ass go. “Look at me.” I turned my head around. He started twisting his nipples, his tool stirring up to life. It was flexing up and down, burping up precum. He took a step forward, placing it atop my bubble butt. He kept tweaking himself, contracting his pelvis so his cock would land back on my ass. He had a look of pure power in his face, a shit-eating grin flashing his pearly white teeth through his beard. His pre-cum was landing on the back of his shirt, which was covering the small of my back. He let his nips go, before double-wielding his flesh.
Then he went in.
Boss stretched my hole with his cockhead, pushing it in without pause. He was making it disappear in me inch by inch, rubbing my insides in all the right way. He was halfway in when one hand squeezed my ass, while another squeezed one of my balls.
“More. Give me... Fuck... Give me the trophy. I. Fucking. Deserve,” he punctuated his sentence with a strong thrust, his entire cock now shoved in me.
“Mmmffffmmghhmmfffff,” I tried to vocalize as I felt my balls throb with intensity I'd never felt before.
The piston motions started. And I emptied myself. Cum cascaded out of my cocklet. A high-pressure stream of seed pissing out endlessly as Boss stimulated me past what I thought was possible. I was nearing the end of my second orgasm when I took on some initiative. I moved my head so that I could push the base of the dildo against my mattress. As I felt one of Boss' thrusts hit my ass spot, I pushed my head forward, mimicking his motion with the toy filling my throat. Both spots now stimulated, I let my body go. A third orgasm was building up as I moaned loudly against my dildo. The corners of my vision were starting to white out, as the dam burst yet again. The stream of cum was shooting intensified, only challenging Boss to fuck me even harder. His speed intensified, the pleasure I was feeling plateauing at making me lose my vision as I focused on how my balls were pulsating. My body was doing everything it could to keep up with the heightened demand for pleasure and cum production. While I would normally drip cum, I was shooting it, which I'd never seen before today.
Boss started stroking my cocklet again, and my face moved up, facing the ceiling as I howled in pleasure, the dildo escaping my mouth. He kept stimulating my nub as he fucked me, aiming it so I would spray all over the inside of his shirt, coating it in a layer of my beta cum. By then, I already had another orgasm stacked in me, my balls moving up and down my sack to further stimulate themselves to produce more seed.
“Fuckin'... That's phew... You've got a good bussy...” Boss panted as he kept fucking me. He slammed his cock into me one last time. It throbbed, hitting my g-spot with each pulse, triggering a fifth orgasm. His seed filled me up, every shot of his meat making me feel like I belonged. The time it took for him to empty his nuts was shorter than how long it took for me. I was nearing the end of my fourth load when he had finished emptying himself in me.
He kept his dick inside me as my nub was shooting its final load, which he was still aiming all over his shirt. I felt him grab something on the edge of the bed, and place it under my ass. I kept moaning until my balls were dry, where my moans slowly transformed into panting. Boss slowly moved back, pulling his softening out of me. I could feel a mix of his cum and my ass lube leak out, spilling on whatever Boss had placed on the bed. “Good shit boy, three trophies out of one beta,” he praised me, “Take my shirt off, leave it on the bed for now. You've got one more job to do.”
I obeyed Boss, and stood up next to my bed, still wobbling from the pleasure I'd experienced. I look on my bed, and saw how wet his shirt was. It looked like a puddle of cum with a small piece of fabric in it. Further down, I saw his shorts, covered in cum and ass lube.
Boss was sweating, his muscles glistening in the light. Fuck, his chest was heaving, drops of sweat caressing his thick nips, falling either onto his cock or his legs. His beard was covered in my bussy juice, sparkling the same way his teeth did. He beckoned me over with a finger, “Dress me up.”
I grabbed his shorts, feeling how moist and sticky they were, my hands having difficulties unfolding them from the wetness. I kneeled down in front of him, smelling his dick and balls on my way towards the floor. I spread the shorts around so he would be able to step into them, which he did. I started raising them up, until his cock rested inches from my face. I took a big whiff of his scent, wondering when would be the next time I'd see this gorgeous uncut cock. “The tool goes in after the shirt's on,” his gruff voice resonated. My hands went to the sides of his shorts, making sure the front was under his heavy balls. I felt sad I wouldn't get to play with this beautiful rod again today. Maybe I could ask Boss his number...
His shorts now on, Boss flexed his legs, the pressure against the lycra making liquid run down. “Nice, sticky and wet, just how I like 'em,” he laughed, “Time for the top.”
I quickly went to grab Boss' already overstretched shirt from the puddle it was laying in. I lifted it, and drops of sticky cum were dripping down onto my mattress. There was a puddle covering one third of my bed, how much had I came?
I brought Boss his shirt, and started helping him put it on. He raised his arms up and leaned towards me. His pits reeked of dominance, a pleasant musky and spicy smell gracing my nose. As the shirt moved up his arms, they were getting wet and sticky, the light reflecting on them as if he had been oiled. After helping him with this task, Boss was now fully clothed. He looked at me expectantly, “We're gonna do this again, and there's no saying no. Get your phone.”
I picked my phone up from my end table, and turned it on. I was greeted with my lock screen displaying a picture of Daddy's cockhead leaking precum, which I licked to unlock. The picture changed to one where He was naked in His room, spreading His legs while sitting in His sex-throne, with me sitting on the ground, leaning back on His balls as His hole-stretcher rested on my chest, the tip hiding my cocklet. Fuck, that was such a hot picture, I felt my balls revving back up, getting ready to please Him. I drooled a bit before hearing Boss clear his throat. I went back up to him, and looked back at my phone. I pressed one of the six icons on my phone, the one that had a person in it. I was greeted with a list of names with photos of dicks next to them, Master Larry at the top, and a big plus button. I pressed the big plus, and then took a photo of Boss' dick before typing in his name.
I handed Boss my phone, and he started putting his number in. “Alright, put my package in my shorts now.” I kneeled down and slowly covered Boss' cock and balls, admiring them one last time before they'd be hidden from direct sight. Meanwhile, Boss had finished putting his information in my phone, when I heard a ringing noise come from it.
My ears perked up as I could lowly heard a voice coming through after a few rings:
“Cockslut?” Master's voice came out of my phone.
I looked up to Boss' face as he laughed, “No Larry. Although I gotta say, he's definitely one.”
“Hey Bruce, man, what's up? Got some good use outta that fag?” Master's voice sounded more mellowed out than when he was with me, now talking to another Alpha.
“Yeah. No clue what you feed him, but like you said, he's a fuckin' cum machine. I was gonna visit that muscle whorshipin' dumbass in 9 when I came in to this one in the hallway,” Boss looked at me with a wink. “Might want to book that one in 9 someone else, don't want it to starve or whatever.”
“Gotcha, I'll keep that in mind, thanks for droppin' by, send me Jay when you're leaving,” a smile drew itself in my face, fuck I wanted to see Master today, I needed Him.
“Aight, see ya,” Boss ended the call, and threw my phone onto the puddle of cum in my bed. “Heard the man?”
I nodded as I stood up, nublet hardening from knowing where I was to go next. Boss took one of my hands in one of his, dragging me along to the thong I'd removed earlier. I put it on as he let go of my hand, before he walked out into the hallway, “Alright cockhound, I'll see you next time.” I barely had time to reply before he headed towards the lobby. I tried to following outside my place, but I heard the doors close before I could lock my door. I headed upstairs to my next destination, hole quivering.