An Evening with Alpha Mark in the Valley of Decision
The boys were in the large shower off my home gym where Ron was shaving Chris, removing even the slightest trace of hair from around his cock and balls, his taint, and asshole, and with it, the last remnants of his former self. While considered what needed to be discussed before I took Chris home. I knew transitioning his sense of self from eight hours ago to his new reality didn't happen without causing confusion. Like Ron when we met, Chris was a natural sub. I was just the one lucky to find him.
When Ron led Chris back into the room, the only hint that the naked young man with the hairless crotch standing before me was the same confident, straight twenty-four-year-old I met earlier was that Bonerboy stood tall and proud and looked me in the eye. What pleased me so was that his hairless balls were drawn up tight, and his thick, six-inch cock that earned him his nickname was standing up hard, its foreskin retracted, snapping up every few seconds to slap its leaking head against his tummy where his treasure trail once was.
For the next twenty minutes or so, I sat with Chris curled up comfortably on the floor between my legs, his face resting against my balls and thigh, looking up at me while he sucked gently on my cock, opening his mouth only occasionally to ask a question. We discussed every aspect of his masturbatory habits. When he jerked off, where he liked to do that, and how. I explained that from then on, I would control him and his cock, and when, where, how, and how often he was allowed to masturbate and to have orgasms if he earned them.
When I told Chris that he would never again be allowed to masturbate without having a cock in his mouth, his tongue stopped tickling my dick for a second. I worried that I might have to discipline him. I hadn't had Chris over my knees for a spanking yet, and I was looking forward to that. I had not fully formed the thought before his licker lifted and began to caress my cock again, even more slavishly than before.
While Chris, who along with his roommate, had only hours before been strutting around a popular Happy Hour bar cruising for women and thinking they might luck out and find some gay guy to pay to suck their dicks rested his cheek against my leg as he looked up into my eyes as he sucked on mine, I explained to him how he was going to help me put his roommate Mark in the same position. A couple of times, when he had questions, I had him open his mouth and extend his tongue for a cocklashing while I answered them.
When Blake introduced me to Chris and Mark, I instinctively sensed Mark to be the alpha of the two. In any group of males, there's always an alpha, even among wimps and nerds. It's just a matter of degree.
My fingers began to run through Chris's hair as his lips gripped my shaft. The tip of his tongue started tickling the ultra-sensitive clit-like nub of flesh lucky men have on the undersides of their cocks just down from the heart-shaped cleft of the heads of their dicks. Being male, Chris knew about that and now that he was a cocksucker, he was showing off for me.
As I watched Chris's handsome face bobbing and turning and corkscrewing up and down my shaft as his tongue power buffed the head of my cock within his warm wet mouth, I remembered the sight of his dark-haired roommate Mark sprawled out naked on Blake's sofa with my friend sucking his long thick drool coated dick.
Laying back more than sitting on the couch, his clothing tossed carelessly aside, arms stretched out along the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, Mark looked like the alpha I had tagged him to be earlier in the evening. I couldn't keep myself from squatting down next to Blake and encircling the twenty-five-year-old stud's thick rigid cock tightly at its base with my thumb and forefinger like a dominating bone and flesh cockring and chucking teasingly, "I bet you're in Heaven right now."
As I hoped, pleasure drugged Mark's eyes opened partially, and his face turned toward my voice before he gasped, "Fuck yeah, man, he's fantastic."
Hearing Mark's words, Blake's eyes opened, and he looked into mine as his drooling mouth lifted off Mark's cock. With Mark and Blake both looking at me, my fingers squeezed Mark's cock tighter, making every vein on its now whole wet circumcised length bulge and its big, bulging, throbbing, perfectly sculpted head turn a deep shade of purple. That elicited a deep, rumbling moan from within the depths of Mark's being that I could almost feel through my fingers. Then I slapped Mark's cock hard, and Blake immediately went back down on it.
My last words to Mark as I stood over him, gripping his left nipple with a thumb and index fingertip as he lay gasping and moaning and grinding his pelvis like a wanton slut desperate for relief, had been, "Maybe we can get together soon, Mark. I know some other things you might enjoy, too."
As dawn broke over L.A., I dropped Chris off at an overpriced apartment complex in Studio City, where he and Mark lived. He was fully briefed on what I expected of him. He wouldn't be masturbating that day. His always-horny cock was locked up in a clear, polycarbonate CB-6000 chastity cage. I preferred polycarbonate because of the ubiquitous security scanners everywhere nowadays. We would talk by phone that evening after he told Mark about his experience with me, or at least the version I wanted Mark to know.
I called Chris at the prearranged time.
"Hello, Sir," Chris greeted me upon answering my call.
"Good evening, Bonerboy. Are you adjusting to your cage?"
"Pretty much, Sir. It still feels weird."
"It will for a while. You'll get used to it. Have you had time to talk to Mark?" I inquired.
"Yes, Sir, some. I explained what you told me to. I think he understands."
"Tell me what you told him. Take your time, and tell me exactly what you said." I wanted to know what Mark knew, so I made no missteps.
"Yes, Sir. I told Mark I had a great time at your place last night. As you said, I did say you are a Dom and that we roleplayed. When he asked how much money I made, I told him you kept giving me fifties during the night, but when I had earned $250, we talked about why he and I were hustling. You said that since I was so good, you took the money back and said you would cover my full share of our rent shortage. I told him you want to meet him and that you'll cover his part too if he is as good and eager to please as I am."
That was not exactly what I had coached him to say, but it was close enough. My interest was more in Mark's reaction.
"Has Mark seen your cage?
"No, Sir. We're not naked in front of each other hardly at all."
"What did Mark say when you told him all that?"
"Not a lot. He asked what we did, but you told me not to tell him you made me suck your cock and Ron's most of the night."
A sure way to discourage a straight guy from playing is to tell him he's going to be the cocksucker.
"Will you enjoy having Mark suck your cock, Bonerboy?"
"I never thought about that, Sir."
