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eventho he knows he is the alpha he makes sure to impart his knowledge and "help" while exertinmg his dominance.

this chapter was amazing. bryce found out what being an alpha really mean

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Part 18: Bonding

The day between was calm and uneventful. I got a call from Davy saying he wanted to talk and I told him to come on over. He wasn’t living in the house yet but he had free access. He was still not fully acclimated so I put on a stringer and bodybuilding short shorts. 

When Davy came in I stood up to greet him. It had been a short time since I first met him but the changes were becoming noticeable. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He had worn baggy clothing to hide his form when I first met him. And when I slapped his shoulder it felt warm despite walking over in chillier weather. He was looking uncomfortable but not as filled with anxiety as before. 

“Hey I wanted to, um, to talk to you about last night and uh some of the other stuff.” 

“Fuck Yeah, it looked like you had a better time last night than you were expecting Little Bro.” 

“Yeah... with everyone being naked and you being naked and what happened at the house when you came into the room. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since then” 

“Everything alright? You seemed like you had a good time.” 

“Yeah, but uh, I uh, I’m...I don’t know.” 

“If something is bothering you can talk to me or to us. We are totally open and upfront about anything that is going on.” 

“Y-yeah”

“You wanna keep hanging out right?” 

“That's not it! I just I’ve been feeling a certain way about...” 

“Just put it out there. Balls out, what do you need? We’re here for you?” 

“Can I touch it?” He finally let his guard down and became focused on my pole. He swallowed hard. Man, that jackass had me worried for fucking nothing. I dropped my shorts as I sat back down in my chair as the balls literally came out. 

“Take as much as you need Little Bro.” 

He dropped to his knees nuzzling my thighs. I started taking off my shorts and he took over feeling they weren’t moving fast enough. A tried to wrap his hands around my shaft and quickly realized he’d need two. He had his nose vacuuming up the underside of my pisser. His face got red and sweaty. He jerked a little while grunting. He tounging my gland, lapping up everything it was excreting. I slid my fingers through his hair and pressed down with a slight grip. He adjusted to fully swallow my shaft and started to suck. He was having trouble adjusting his breathing with my tool down his throat. I was giving encouraging moans as he bobbed up and down. He looked up into my eyes and I gave him a beaming encouraging smile. 

“Bro, you know to get big you’re gonna need to down a, hmm, whooole lot uh of protein.” I pushed down my hand hard making sure my entire load got pumped into his stomach. A good dozen ropes down his gullet before I let him go. He had a few strings dangling from his lips. I scooped it up with my finger and sucked it hard with my tongue. “Mmm, so good. You got some high quality protein right here for you Little Bro.” I cupped my balls. My rod pulsed itself back to standing, lubricating itself with pre.

“Fuck, again?!”

“Lots of protein Little Bro, lots of fucking protein.”  

Davy rolled onto the floor after he finished drinking my loads. He’d need to work on how to drink it in one go and not choke. In his defense though, they always choke the first time. After a moment let loose a gutteral burp. His shirt was riding up on his stomach. I keep telling him to buy bigger clothes. Hopefully now he’ll listen. He got some time to digest before the next round. My levy breaking spooge now carried thousands of calories. I told him that we were going to completely bypass the freshman fifteen and at least get him to freshman fifty. He showed his excitement in the vigor of the spurts over his belly and into his face. Fuck, he really was one of us now. 

I showed him some of the ropes including the fact that Ray was the house cum dump. I don’t think that Davy’s cock was big enough to really penetrate Ray’s fat ass cheeks yet. Ray was a little disappointed but understood the importance of fostering the next generation. I’m sure Davy’s dick will become satisfactory in no time. 

We spent the rest of the day posing naked, masturbating and a little wrestling. Alex and Ben wanted to get in on the fun, feeling a little jealous I suspect. Alex enjoyed shoving Davy’s face into his pits and slamming his ass into Davy’s face on the wrestling mat.Though Davy didn’t seem to mind. After a few more times throwing the poor freshman around Alex plunged his rod into Davy, keeping things on the rougher side. Ben was much more cooperative getting into the 69 position. The size difference between the two resulted in Ben’s ass pushing up just a bit. I couldn’t help but shove my rod into Ben, his ass was too inviting to pass up.  

I didn’t know this but apparently Alex and Ben pulled him aside and had a come to Jesus meeting with him. They gave Davy a run down that if he was going to be my little I would need to act like it and step up his game. They were going to drive him as hard so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed by associating with him. Not that I would, but Ben and Alex were adamant that if anyone was going to be in my inner circle there were standards that needed to be met. Stoic Marc later told them that it wouldn’t be a problem. 

After the day with us Davy walked out with a new shirt, one he could grow into, and a big smile on his face. Little Bro had not been off my cock for more than thirty minutes for the last 8 hours he was here. I was going to be the only one calling him little. He was a hilarious sight. His gut was round from the foodbaby I’d breeded him with. He was even rubbing it like he was pregnant. We snickered and laughed watching him waddle to the door. That was going to stick with him for a while until he recomped. 

“Big Man, this is not what I was expecting when I came over but I feel better than ever. I feel bloated, but I feel, I don’t know, lighter? I’m an engineering guy, not a word guy.” 

“Nah Bro, I get you.”

“Big Man, one last thing before I head back.”

“Hmm?”

“Protein Fart!” *PFFFFT*

“Fucking nasty, just like your Big Bro!”

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Man. I fucking adore this.

I  love the story u've created and every character stand out on his own.

I cant wait to read more

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Part 19: Lifts

Just so you know, I did not attend a big sports school. Or it wasn’t at this point in time. We only ran into a few guys at the student gym earlier in the week but they had brought a dozen and a half guys to the competition. Our lifts had garnered a reputation it seemed. It ran the gambit of baseball, basketball, hockey, wrestling and football players. We were doing it at the athletic center, the jocks gave us special passes for the day. So as not to take up so much space at the student gym. As thanks we gave them a Baal shake each. The terms were clear. We were going to see whose one rep max was highest between one of them and one of us. We were going to do 6 lifts and then a sprint. We would do one rep at a certain weight and then add more plates until one of us failed. I imagine they thought in case they broke even with us they’d still be able to outrun us. Thinking we had poor cardio as a result of strength training.

 I said I’d do all the lifts. It wasn’t my initial intent but as I walked up here and into the center this roaring wave came over me and filled my body with energy and testosterone. We were not going to compete today, I was. The athletes tried to tell me that they were thinking that we’d have a different person from each side do a different lift, as if I didn’t understand the first time. I clarified that I was going to do the lifts and we better add a nice wager to this. 

If they won then we would be their water boys for the rest of the year. If we won we would get full access to the student athlete gym. That place was massive with up to date equipment and a whole lot fewer people. The student gym was better than any commercial gym in the area but it was small for us and we were starting to get swamped with fans and onlookers. The jocks were  a good group of guys who gave fun but respectful ribbing. They got real quiet real quick. The max PRs for their selected athletes were as follows:

 

Shoulder Press: 100

Deadlift: 495

Curls: 155

Bench for reps: 225 x 20

Bench: 365

Squat: 455

 

Like I said, these guys were good but not destined for the big leagues in that moment. I on the other hand…

 

Shoulder Press: 100 x 5 reps

Deadlift: 495 x 5 reps

Curls: 155 x 5 reps

Bench for reps: 225 x 40

Bench: 365 x 5 reps

Squat: 500 x 5 reps

 

Not that I couldn’t do more than those 5 reps, but it was sufficient to make my point. Tony had been taking videos to edit and add to the social media pages. This was going to blow up on the internet. I personally put 6 different student athletes to shame. Admittedly there was still the dash but before that let me tell you about what was happening between the lifts. 

I was wearing one of my side cut tank tops that barely covered my nipples. My shorts were small and tight, covering just enough not to be flagged as inappropriate. A little more extra than the athletes but not by much. 

As we finished the first round I was sweating more and more. My musk, my essence, was filling up the whole room after I finished the shoulder presses. Everyone was entranced with my man antlers, mantlers. It looked like they could eat the bench I was sitting on. I was sweating not from exertion but from excitement. The sweat was rolling over the room like a mist. We were attracting even more jocks who had come to workout but were drawn to us. Some were invited over to see what was happening. These dudes were taking pictures, selfies, and a lot of videos of the lift. A little crowd formed trying to feel my shoulders. I was trying to contain my excitement.

God, ever since I started self sucking it felt like when I got a good workout I got so much hornier. Clearly my experimenting had boosted my testosterone levels beyond what any of us fucking realized. I had been masturbating in the showers after a workout for a while, but I was able to wait until the end. It wasn’t feeling that way as much anymore. It's like I could smell the buildup in the room. I could feel how strong I was getting, how much stronger I was than these boys. It was getting me so fucking boned. 

As I was doing the Deadlift I could feel energy flowing through my muscles. It was egged on by the stares and cheering from the crowd. The jocks became just as excited by my strength as my Bros. I could smell the room filled with pre a little more each time I lifted the bar off the ground with absolute control. I could hear the moans and the chokes when the bar slid over my shins and up my thighs. I saw the twitches and jerks as I came to a stand and squeezed my body at the top. I could feel the charge in the air on my skin as I looked into the crowd. A wave of hormones wafted into my nose as I descended and stuck my ass back out in a perfect hinge. I had already decided to show off by doing the 5 reps at the weight they maxed out at ahead of time. As I lifted on the fifth I clenched everything and growled for dramatic effect. Then it happened, I just fucking exploded. I dropped the weight on the grown with a bang that rattled the wall mirrors. I flexed my whole body with each shot of cum erupting from my shaft. You’d think with each spurt I was lifting my max with how loud I was grunting and roaring. It drowned out the moans of the crowd. My cock eventually popped out of my shorts with all its momentum and with the waistband still intact I was shooting loads into my face. I just fucking let it. You could see my balls contract and pump the shit out if you looked at it. Though most only got a glimpse before they themselves blacked out or lost focus. 

When I started to tune in again with what was around me I saw that the lifting floor was strewn with thick ropes of bright white cum criss crossing around me. I could taste some of it dripping into my mouth and I lapped up what I could with my tongue. My beard was drenched in it too. My balls still felt a bit cramped surprisingly. After I flicked away the dollop that had been hanging from my eyebrows I saw every single one of those fuckers came with me. The Orchard Bros had the wherewithal to take their cocks out. The rest had soaked shorts clinging to their deflating erections. Jizz was moving slowly down legs , mixing with sweat. The pledges were more annoyed with the state of their clothes whereas the jocks were confused and mortified. Trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Fucking noobs. Luke came onto the platform with each step making a loud squishing noise. He clapped his hand on my shoulder.

“Fucking hell Big Man, gotta give a warning before you do that.”

“Shit Luke, I felt it coming and so did you. Don’t bitch to Big Man cause we didn’t bring a change of clothes.” came Adrian. 

“Uh, says you. I know how much being around Big Man makes me blow. I actually did bring a change of shorts. Though not a shirt…” Ben realized as he looked through his bag. 

“Alright everyone,” I said taking over the conversation, “let's take 5, clean up as best we can and move onto curls. I wanna see what you boys got.”

“Dude, you still wanna go after that? Don’t you wanna, i don’t know, go home and call it a day or something?” Said one of the jocks.

“I don’t think I wanna do more of this. I gotta, fuck, I don’t know what to do next.” Another said. 

“So you shot your fucking load. So fucking what? Why do I have to keep having this god damn PSA? I’m not done and we are going to keep going. You’re all college athletes so I know you guys got great stamina, this definitely didn’t tire you out. If you need, we can have a ten minute break. Don’t fucking chicken out on me.” I was agitated because I wanted to keep going. I was in a competitive mindset, focused and determined to fucking win. Some of these boys got a little frightened by the intensity of my presence. I was riled up and it was going to be hard coming back down. 

Alex came up to me and got in close so that he wasn’t heard by the whole crowd. 

“Yo, Big Man, Bro, you gotta remember these guys thought they’re tough shit and you just proved them wrong. Give them a little break. Let them hose down and find new clothes and then we can get a sense of how they’re feeling. I’m sure they’ll be fine to finish.” 

“Wow Alex, this is far more understanding than I’ve seen you in the weight room before. Usually you’re red faced and yelling. The soft speaking thing is throwing me off.”

“Fucking hell, you’re getting confused. I understand that when WE lift you need to go bigger to get bigger so I don’t fucking pull any punches. Don’t need to either (actually punching my gut hard). These guys are like little babes. Still kinda soft.” 

“Well, they’re all soft NOW. Wasn’t the case three minutes ago.” Luke added with a laugh. 

The competition had given way to an exhibition. I changed out my clothes so we could post the rest of the lifts on all the profiles, and not just the explicit ones. The deadlift video would require some editing. Tony was taking the dirty videos and Adrian the safe ones. As I finished my curls I had the twins rubbing my pythons and tracing the railroad wide veins that went from my wrists all the way to my neck. Just seeing my arms barely under 30 inches got these boys rilled up again. Gone was restraint and there were guys digging into their shorts to relieve the tension. I did a magic trick of sorts when it came for the bench-for-reps part of the challenge. As I layed down I made the bench disappear. My shoulders were feeling pinched between the posts and I had a moment of worry this might restrict my movement. The bench for reps set if where the true gym Alex decided to come out. He too decided to scorn any kind of constraint as he straddled me and sat on top of my torso at the end. He squeezed my nipples as hard as he could when he felt like my form could be better. Which to him was often.

“Why so fucking slow?! Since when are you such a weak ass motherfucker!? Fucking move that pansy ass weight! 40!? Fucking 40?! What the ever loving fuck Bro?!”

“I got fucking bored!!!” I yelled in his face as I bucked him off. 

Finally during the squat everyone let fucking loose. After they tapped out at 455 I had my Bros jump the weight up to 500lbs for reps. Each rep I hovered right above the floor.  Alex kept screaming ass to grass at me as if I didn’t already know. On the last set I shot back up and rolled the weight off my back with a quaking crash. Looking over the crowd to see my Bros filling those fucking jocks’ holes. Most were showing their Littles the ropes by spit roasting or double teaming the jocks. I released a thunderous roar and pulled out my barbell aiming it at the crowd. My load exploded out of me and jettisoned to the other side of the room. The jocks were fighting to catch it in their mouths. 

Up came my Little still bloated from yesterday. Hanging on him was a guy that had the look of a star athlete. Little Bro, while still round, looked like he was catching up to this dude. I hadn’t noticed how much bigger Davy had gotten compared to normal people. This dude was licking the delicious sweat off of Davy when I noticed the testosterone in this guy’s smell. Wasn’t near as strong as Davy’s but higher than average. “Come here,” I said while grabbing his shoulder to turn him around. I stuck his virgin hole onto my engorged glans. He released a moan and soft whimper as he stepped back pushing me deeper. With one step I brought him fully to the base of my cock. Davy’s eyes watching the arch of his shots. I couldn’t see it over my pec shelfs. After slamming into him until satisfied I let him drop to the ground, his ass and hamstrings embroidered with snow white cum. “Feed him Davy, he’s got the potential to be a Bro.” Without missing a beat Davy shoved his tube down the bro’s throat. I’d come back around to the newbie later to make sure he got a full dose, fondling my balls at the thought. Having a guy on his knees downing his jizz made Davy’s muscle twitch just a little and veins started to show on his biceps.

Some other jocks had also started to gather around flexing and posing at me begging me to fuck them. “Dude, you need to be on our fucking team.” The one around my Little struggled to get out lost in a sexual haze. His muscles were already looking slightly pumped. I was having none of it as I was still primed. 

“Don’t talk to me about that shit until we’re done. We still got the 40 yard dash.” I turned and walked out to the field to finish dominating these boys. I didn’t even have to look back to know all of them followed me out. 

The jock who joined me at the starting line looked like they might not be up for the challenge. His shirt was soaked in sweat and his shorts were stained both inside and out. Everyone else was in the end zone which we were using as the finish line.  I went over to the guy to make sure he was going to give it his all. 

“What's your best time?”

“I uh, um *swallow* 4.92?” 

“Do fucking better.” I slapped his ass hard and got out of the way. The boy came through at 4.85. 

As I got ready to dash, an uncompromising urge washed over me. I set my eyes forward and saw the signal. I ran down the field.I clocked in at what I felt was a disappointing 4.57. I didn’t stop to think about it though. I didn’t stop at all. I ran past everyone and out the stadium. I had some place to be and it wasn’t here. I was running erect and near naked through the slow, quiet Sunday campus. I had dominated Greek row and now the athletic department. My balls were overflowing from the pure testosterone rush from the last few days. Each time my toes pushed off the ground I squeezed out a little jizz. There was only one place I wanted to be and one person I wanted to share this feeling with.

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