m/m/f The Alpha

[VRGoh]

This is a re-write of an older story from a couple of years ago.  As usual, my previous disclaimers apply.  Fictional characters, safe sex, etc.  That said, enjoy.

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 Jason stared at his reflection in the upstairs bathroom of the Alpha Chi Lambda fraternity house, admiring his godlike physique.  Though using the word "fraternity" in their official name, the Axls, as they were known, were a co-ed fraternity emphasizing all-inclusiveness and community service.  Right now, however, all of the Axls were asleep in the common room, bathed in the afterglow of what was the best sex of their lives and their first orgy of the school year.  The entire house smelled of cum, since the 6'3", 300-pound muscle god thoroughly fucked everyone in the house at least once the night before.

This has become a tradition of his ever since he started college three years ago.  Every weekend, one of the various off-campus houses on Greek Row, the one-block stretch of Poplar Street that was home to the various fraternities and sororities present on campus, gets a visit from "the Alpha," as he has become known.  Taller, more muscular, stronger, and more virile than any man has a right to be, he owns every room and building he walks into, having even the most masculine and heterosexual guys going gay for him.  He is the only alpha male in any room he's in, his ruggedly handsome looks, Mr. Olympia-worthy physique, and porn star cock commanding the respect, awe, and lust of all onlookers.  Every fraternity wants him as a member, but he has turned them all down.  He prefers to silently rule over all of the Greeks as their unseen king, whispering decrees to the chapter president of each organization.  Some say he's the reason that the Beta Xi house stopped serving watermelon and fried chicken at campus functions throughout February, though the official reason involved the Black Student Union and a call to the Dean of Students.

Jason turned to hear the sounds of the Axls waking up, their groans and moans punctuated with exclamations of post-coital bliss.

"Holy shit.  Did we just meet a god?"
"I think we did, brother.  That was definitely the Alpha."
"Think he'll give us an encore performance?"
"I sure as hell hope so, sis.  That was too fuckin' amazing."

Jason smiled, his cock slowly swelling with blood and lust.  He always stayed for two nights at each house he visited, giving orgies that would last well into Sunday.  Since it was Saturday and no one had class that day or the next, he was free to thoroughly grease these Axls as only he could.  He dropped the towel exposing his orgasm-inducing body and cock, and turned from the mirror to make his way to the Axls.  It was time for round two.

As soon as he descended the stairs to the common room, he heard the rush of conversation wash over him like the ocean at high tide.  Mostly, the topic was him and his Herculean physique and sexual prowess that would impress anyone, combined with expressions of desire for more.

"I think I'm gonna feel him inside me for months."
"You and everyone else here.  Do you think he'll give us another ride?"

"As a matter of fact," he said as he entered the room, his cock already rock-hard and ready, "I am."  He grabbed the closest Axl, a blond guy with a swimmer's physique and lifted him into his powerful arms.  The two kissed with unbridled passion as he felt a pair of hands exploring and worshiping his tree-trunk-like legs.  He slid a finger into the blond's ass, warming him up for what was to come, as the aforementioned blond moaned in both surprise and lust.  The finger currently invading his ass was easily bigger than most guy's cocks, and he knew that the Alpha was only just starting.  In moments, Jason knew this guy was ready.  He removed his finger and replaced it with a larger invader, plunging his tumescent cock into the blond's tight ass.  The blond shouted in pain and passion as Jason started plowing him standing up, his entire body held up with effortless ease by the Alpha's powerful arms.  

He locked his legs around Jason's waist as everyone in the room watched what they would soon experience.  As far as anyone on campus knew, only the Alpha had the strength and stamina needed to perform what everyone called the "Alpha Flight Class:" a standing carry fuck on an entire group of people, one at a time, for as long as it took to cum into each and every hole.  Jason growled with lust as his cock erupted in the blond's ass, reveling in the unbelievable bliss they were feeling.  Pulling out of the blond's ass, he flipped him over and held him upside down as the blond took the massive man-missile into his mouth.  They knew that none of them would touch the ground while the Alpha was fucking them.  Such was the legendary status of his size, strength, stamina, and sexual prowess, as well as why every fraternity continued to want him to join their ranks.  But why join the princes of campus when you're already its king?

As soon as the blond guy was thoroughly filled up in both ass and mouth, he moved on to the next.  A brunette woman with huge breasts was perfect for the next partner, as he especially enjoyed women who appreciated him.  It wasn't because of anatomy, but also because he liked to fuck them vaginally for longer than anally or orally.  She screamed his praises through her lust as she orgasmed again and again, awash in passion.  When he finally came inside her pussy, she had passed out from lust.  Nearly everyone there had came at least once just from watching such a spectacle, and they knew that it would soon be their turn.

The sun was setting when he finally finished fucking everyone there, leaving the fraternity's president for last.  He had been working on convincing this particular fraternity to allow a buddy of his into their ranks, for this was another move he liked to make.  One of his protégés would be installed in every fraternity, one who was every bit of an Alpha as him.  He called it his "Next Generation Alphas," and they would rule the school when he graduated.  The president gladly agreed to allow this new guy into their ranks, one who would toe the Alpha Chi Lambda line, but would simultaneously answer to their own king as well.  With that bit of business settled, Jason moved on to the pleasure, giving the chapter president the reward they wanted: a flying lesson from their one true Alpha.

[arpeejay]

Yay! More please!

[VRGoh]

Part 2 (Warning: this involves cuckolding.  Reader discretion is advised)

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Jason was casually strolling along Astor Boulevard, trying to look like someone out for an afternoon stroll.  Few were out walking along that stretch of road that weren't walking a dog of one breed or another, and none came even close to his size.  Most of the residents of this neighborhood, nicknamed Millionaire Acres by the locals, were executives, hedge fund managers, investors, stock traders, and other such members of the town's upper crust.  Everyone in this enclave of the one-percent gossiped about everyone else's business, so some of the people pretending not to stare at the 6'3", 300 pound bodybuilder knew exactly why he was here, or had some inkling of why.

The home he was heading to was at the end of the street, a Greek Revival estate that was well known as the home of the university's president, Thomas Roosevelt.  While not related to the famous family that produced two American presidents, he sure liked to throw that name around in the hopes that it will open more doors for him.  Unfortunately, the only door his name and status opened lead to a gold-digging thirty-something named Christy Summers, who aspired no higher than to be a trophy wife for a wealthy man.  It did him no favors that a prominent meme on her social media page listed her desire for "four animals: a Jaguar in my garage, a mink in my closet, a tiger in my bed, and a jackass to pay for it all" with the recent addition of a post saying "Collected all four."  One need not know Thomas very well to know which of her menagerie he was.

Jason approached the Roosevelt estate just as the front door opened to reveal Christy with a smile, wearing a mint-green two-piece bathing suit, the bottom portion mostly concealed by a crimson sarong wrapped around her waist.  Her long blond hair flowed down her back in golden waves as she waved to him.

"Glad you could make it, Jason," she said with a smile, subtly concealing the lusty coo in her voice.  "You're just in time for what I have planned."  He smirked as he entered the mansion, the gentleman at the door nodding a silent greeting.  As with all of the domestic staff in the Roosevelt mansion, the footman at the door noticed everything, but saw nothing, saving the juiciest tidbits of gossip for the end of his day, when he could share what he saw with the rest of the staff.  He pretended not to notice the three-pack of condoms stuffed into Jason's back pocket, or that her wedding ring was not on her left hand.  It was well known among the domestic staff that she only married him for his money, as much as he married her so that she could give him a son.  The only person in that household, above or below stairs, that hadn't spoken to young James Roosevelt in recent weeks was Thomas, as the two had a falling out some months ago.  Regardless, that was the furthest thing from Christy Summers-Roosevelt's mind as she walked to the pool, arm in arm with her muscular boytoy.

When they arrived at the large, kidney-shaped pool, she sultrily removed her sarong, draping it over a lounge chair as he stripped to the bright red Speedo he wore under his jeans.  The two entered the Jacuzzi at the same time, her hand on his armor-like pectoral muscles as he eyed her voluptuous breasts.  They wasted no time, locking lips almost immediately in a passionate kiss that built up slowly in intensity.  Nothing else existed for them in this moment, just each other and a soul-searing lust that threatened to consume them unless not acted upon.  She gracefully straddled his crotch and moaned into his mouth as his cock swelled just in time to push against her pussy.  There was never a time when she wasn't hungry for Jason's cock when he was here, nor was there ever such a time when she didn't get it in one or another orifice.  On rare occasions, she would take him in all three, for his near-superhuman stamina allowed him to keep going for an almost unheard-of amount of time.

"Mmmm, you're so hot~" she moaned as he started to grind his hard cock against her pussy, one hand on his mountainous bicep.  She kissed and licked her way up his arm as he flexed for her, reveling in the passion and power he possessed.  He always enjoyed his time here, as Christy was insatiable in her lust for his Herculean body and cock.  As he deftly slid his Speedo off, she removed her bikini bottom.  They both tossed the garments to the same place near the pool as he slowly entered her.  A moan of delight and lust escaped her lips as his tumescent cock filled her up like none ever have.  As he pushed more of his cock inside her, he removed her bikini top, tossing it with the bottoms and his Speedo.  He knew the maids would wash them quickly, as they usually did, just as he knew they would be chatting about this tryst for weeks to come.  He massaged her D-cup tits, one powerful arm around her tight waist, as she rode his cock like a bronco at a rodeo.  She cried his name in unrestrained lust, quivering in orgasm after orgasm as she gave herself over fully to her lust for her tiger.

"Oh, Jason.  I want you in my bed," she said as she tossed her hair over one shoulder.  "I want us to fuck right there."  He had a feeling that she was doing this deliberately, and he knew why.  Going along with her plan, he held her close and, in one movement, stood up with a splash from the pool as they exited the water.  She looked around and moaned in another orgasm as she realized that her tiger, the muscle-god that had conquered her so easily, was carrying her with effortless ease all through the house: into and through the great room, up the stairs to the second floor, down the hall to the master bedroom, and to the bed she shared with her husband.

Once there, they both lay on the bed and continued their rutting, his grunts and growls of animalistic lust a baritone counterpoint to her soprano moans and cries of passion.  The two went at it for what felt like hours, even as Thomas Roosevelt came in from his afternoon golf game and went up to his bedroom to change, only to find his wife in bed with another man.

"What are you doing with my wife?!  I demand to know why I shouldn't have you arrested for rape!" he blustered, clearly trying to sound as domineering as he could.  He smirked as he looked at the slim man, looking to weigh roughly 150 pounds soaking wet, and knew that he was the top dog here.

"He's not raping me, Tommy," she said with a moan of lust.  "I gave myself to him months ago.  He's more man than you ever were."  As she spoke, he sat up with her in his arms and stood up, his powerful muscles rippling with more strength than he could muster.  He looked at Thomas through the mirror with a grin.

"You ever fuck her like this, Tommy-boy?" he asked with a note of disdain for the smaller man.  "Don't bother answering.  Judging by your scrawny body, I already know the answer." However, Jason did notice a bit of definition in Thomas's arms, likely the result of regular golf games, and a growing bulge in his slacks.  He thought a bit before looking at Christy.  "Although, he does seem to like what he sees.  What do you think?"  She moaned as he pumped his cock a couple of times, making her squirm in delight.

"I think he needs to know who the real man of the house is," she cooed as he looked on, unable to defend his already-besmirched honor.  The man before him was easily twice his size and half his age, as well as having more strength in one arm than he possessed in his entire body.  A deeper desire had been awakened in him, one he had not known about before.  This need had a name, but he wasn't able to name it until he saw this physically superior man with his wife, pleasuring her in ways he never could.  Where once his sexual fantasies involved his wife and him, now they encompassed this god of a man as well.  Fleeting images of the three of them, Jason fucking his wife while he felt the god's muscles, briefly flashed before his mind's eye.  He felt himself succumbing to this god's charms, as powerless to resist them as he would be to fight against Jason's superior physical power.

"Please, Sir," he said finally, his voice expressing his awe, "can I... feel your muscles?"  His cock was harder than it had ever been before, even on their wedding night when he failed to bring his wife to orgasm despite his own rumbling through him.  Jason chuckled as he saw Thomas taking his rightful place as submissive to his new muscle-god.

"Strip first," he commanded.  "Then, you can worship your god."  Thomas removed all of his clothes, placing them on a nearby chair.  Jason noted that Thomas was slim, but wiry.  He might be able to pack on some muscle and look better, but would never be able to approach his own condition and size.  Thomas practically tripped over himself as he approached Jason as he resumed plowing Christy, his hand going immediately to the god's massive biceps.  They felt like they were carved from Carrara marble and wrapped in supple leather.  He gasped as he felt the muscle, seeing it in action as his wife moaned in unbridled lust for her boytoy-- no, for her god.  No other man would be able to satisfy her again, and all three of them knew it.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned as she trembled from yet another orgasm.  "I wanna see you claim Tommy just as you claimed me!  Make him your bitch!"  He gently set her on the bed, taking his time so as to demonstrate to Thomas the prodigious strength Jason controlled.  The wealthy college president was clearly worried, as he had never been fucked by another man before.  He stood in anticipation of the pain that he knew would come, but he was not standing for long.  Jason bent Thomas over the bed as Christy moved back to watch.  Thomas whimpered as Jason slid a finger into the former's ass, massaging his hole as a warm-up.

"Just relax, little man," Jason said with a lusty growl as he continued warming up the smaller man's hole.  "It will hurt at first, but you'll love the feeling by the time I'm done."  He found himself moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure from the ministrations, experiencing something he never had before.  The concept was taboo to his sensibilities, but all thoughts of propriety were shoved from his mind as soon as Jason removed his finger and shoved something larger inside.

"OHH, FUCK!" he cried out as a kielbasa the size of Florida plunged its way into his ass.  He tried to move away, to extract the intruder from his ass, but found himself pinned to the bed by the powerful arm of his muscle-god.  Jason held his cock in place for a moment as Thomas's cries of pain slowly faded.  When he began thrusting, those cries of pain returned, but only briefly before turning into moans of pleasure.  The beast's hips slapped against the smaller man's ass in a rhythmic motion, punctuated by the latter's moans.

"Oh, fuck!" he said in a lust he had never known before.  "I've... I've never felt this before!  It feels... so good.  Please, my god.  Don't stop."  Jason grinned even wider as he heard Thomas giving in to his lust, taking his place as his submissive little man.  He lifted the smaller man up, letting him lean against his heavily-muscled chest and abs, and continued plowing him.  The two kissed with a fiery passion that only the former had known with men before as Christy rapidly fingered her pussy.  She was loving the slightly panicked look on Thomas's face as he saw her in more pleasure than he'd seen her in before.  She was actually getting off on watching him being cuckolded and fucked like this.  But what scared him more was that he liked it.  He was groing to like having Jason's Herculean physique manhandling him, putting him in his place with inexorable force, and claiming him as his bitch, just as he had done to Christy.

Still, Jason would not relent.  He turned Thomas around and, with what seemed like a single motion, he lifted the smaller man into his powerful arms, repositioning his cock into the smaller man's ass.  Now more accustomed to the larger man's massive member, he moaned in pleasure as he felt a combination of the same kielbasa invading his ass and the power that Jason commanded.

"So strong..." he moaned as he flew by the strength in Jason's arms, his ankles resting on his god's shoulders.  "You must be the strongest man in town, if not the county."  Jason was too far into the throes of his lust to respond, so close was his own orgasm.  But he knew that such a claim was possible.

"You feel that, Tommy-boy?" he growled in passion.  "That cock?  That power?  That's the power of your Alpha.  Your god.  You and your wife are mine.  I'll let you keep what dignity you have, but you are now my newest fuck-toy, just like I made your wife."  He couldn't fight him on this, even if he wanted to.  He had accepted his new role more eagerly than he had thought he would.

"I'm... yours, my god," Thomas responded as he shuddered, his body nearing orgasm.  "Awww, I'm so close, my god.  Please, can I cum for you?  As tribute to my god?"  Jason had never been this hard and was ready to receive his offering from Thomas.  He leaned in and whispered a single word into Thomas's ear.

"Cum."

Thomas let out a shout of orgasmic bliss as his cock erupted like a volcano in miniature, letting loose a respectable, though small, amount of cum.  His body shook with pleasure almost like a seizure as he was, for a moment, engrossed in the throes of orgasm.  When the spasms subsided, Jason set him on the bed and slid his cock out of the smaller man's ass.  Thomas Roosevelt, the semi-respected president of the local university, was laying on the foot of his bed, his ass stretched out from the size of another man's ass, his own seed spilled partially on his own stomach.  Christy moaned out loud as she trembled from her fourth orgasm of the evening.

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed.  "That was so fucking hot!" She jumped into his arms and kissed him with a passion she had only felt with him and no other.  He plunged his still-throbbing cock into her pussy and fucked her just as intensely as he had done to her husband.  She screamed in lust as she flt his massive member pound her pussy.  She reveled in his strength and her lust as he felt his own orgasm nearing.

"Get ready, Christy," he growled as he sped up, burying himself to the hilt in her vagina.  "Here it comes.  RAAAAAGH!  FUCK YEAH!" He threw his head back and let out a roar of an Alpha's conquest as his cock erupted in her, spraying her womb with load after load of his seed.  His own roar was accompanied by her own scream of sexual bliss as her body was rocked by a fifth orgasm.  She could feel her juices flowing and mixing with his, but what mattered was this moment.  No past, no future.  Just a toe-curling, pillow-biting, lust-fueled now.

Jason lowered her to the bed and slid his cock out of her.  Thomas and Christy cuddled together, both devotees of their muscle-god, their Alpha.  He headed to the master bathroom, where he knew his clothes lay.  They were left there by one of the maids, he knew, for they kept his secrets as best as they could.  Pretty soon, he realized as he got dressed, the gossip would spread to campus, if it hasn't already.  The Alpha was rumored to have fucked every fraternity man and sorority woman on campus, so it was a matter of time before the campus legend started moving in on the rich bitch married to Roosevelt.  He couldn't wait until he heard about this little tryst.

 

[arpeejay]

Yummy! Thanks!

[Ro20316]

The Alpha doing what he was born to do.

Whata fantastic second part

[mafer91]

Great story!!! You could also give Jason a naughtier side where he uses his powerful muscles not only to cause pleasure but also to bully The poor men who try to rebel against the one true Alpha!!!