Alphaman arrived for “dinner” at the appointed time. He found that Cole had arrange for them to be served in “Roman Fashion” with each of them reclining on his own antique Roman styled couch. The air was filled with the same sweet cologne. “A bit unusual way to dine,” Alphaman said with a touch of discomfort as he gazed at his host. Something about this man’s demeanor of smug superiority bothered him.
“I prefer unusual,” Cole replied wearing that same curious grin that he had at their last meeting. “Care for a drink.” Cole asked as he poured out a large liquid into a goblet on the table.
“I don’t drink,” Alphaman said with a touch more vehemence than he intended. What was it about this man that got under his skin.
“Oh I insist you drink,” Cole responded as he pushed the goblet toward his guest. “I said drink. I will take it as a sign of rudeness if you don’t,” he sharply stated.
Alphaman found himself surprisingly reluctant to annoy his host. He reached over and took the goblet. “I really don’t drink intoxicating beverages even though they don’t affect me,” he muttered as, to his surprise, he gulped in the dark foamy brew. The liquid gave him a warm feeling that no other beverage had ever given him. He stared at the goblet and found he wanted to drink more.
“Yes it is quite tasty,” Cole sighed as he watched Alphaman drink the last remnants in his goblet. “But I believe you needed to ask me something,” he purred as he refilled Alphaman’s vessel.
“Well...ah…yes,” the buff superhero sputtered as he drank more of the liquid. “These men. Disappearing and…all dined with you!”
Cole eased himself into a sitting position. “Yes they all did. Let’s see. There was that recent Olympic gymnast who won the all-round event. That young baseball player who is well known in the gossip sheets as a real ladies man. Not to mention hmm…ah yes, that German soccer star and the calendar model fireman who won that triathlon contest. All dined with me. But it was nothing sinister. They came to me for counseling.”
“Counseling,” Alphaman asked in confusion as he stared at his host. Reclining, as he was, it seemed as if the sitting Cole was now looming over him. He told himself to get up but as he did he saw Cole clearly signal that the superhero shouldn’t move. His brain kept asking himself why he was continually yielding this “high ground” in his encounters to this man. Alphaman normally dominated everyone around him as well as any situation. To his surprise he found being on the defensive both novel and rather fascinating. He gulped more of the brew as his throat went dry.
Yes,” Cole continued saying. “You’d be surprised at how badly our so called powerful athletic men need counseling. All that preening they do in their field. All those women they bed. Actually I’ve found the more macho-acting an athlete is the more he secretly craves to be free to be the opposite! I bet you are the same.”
“I..ah,” Alphaman answered unsure of how the conversation turned to him by now. “Me…opposite?”
“Yes I knew it,” Cole chuckled as he got up off his couch and sat on the table right in front of Alphaman. Now the superhero’s head was directly opposite Cole’s crotch. He quickly glanced up to focus on Cole’s face. He tried to rise but Cole put a hand on Alphaman’s shoulder to push him back. “No relax,” Cole stated in a tone that felt as warm as the liquid Alphaman was drinking. “You see I’ve made a study,” Cole stated. “Secretly men, like yourself, must feel the weight of continually feeling responsible for others. Acting the way you think is expected. Well that pressure must be unbearable. Like my other guests I’m sure you long just to let someone else run things. In fact,” Cole muttered softly as he gazed at the prone superhero. “I’ll bet you’ve never had a good sexual orgasm in your life. Probably too scared to “not fit” your image.”
Alphaman gulped as his throat constricted. He could not believe what he was hearing. Yet a part of him had to admit the burdens of his role were exhausting. As for sex well it was out of the question. He gazed at Cole. “I’m not sure how we started this talk,” he said weakly. “I should go!”
“Shh its okay,” Cole answered as he reached out to tousle Alphaman's hair. Cole presumptuous intimate touching felt amazingly nice to Alphaman. He blinked to clear such thoughts from his mind. “I know you want to yield up all those responsibilities. From the first moment we met I knew you secretly wanted someone to take control perhaps…even control over you? That inner longing you hide to just let your submissive side out and be free. Frankly your macho hyper masculine posturing all the years to be so manly looks like a cover.”
“A cover,” Alphaman wheezed as he forced himself to rise. “I think...I…not…true…I should...go,’ he babbled as he rose from his chair.
“Well you think about it,” Cole said as he too got up. “Come back any time. Just remember the more powerful the man the more submission he inside of him”
Alphaman staggered from the room and barely managed to fly off. He reached a nearby tower and rested there. His insides were a mass on confused turmoil. As he pondered what had occurred he used his acute supervision to gaze into Cole rooms. To his shock he saw a black leather partially hooded figure come up to a naked Cole and drop to his knees before him. The kneeling man was taller and powerfully built with a well-defined chiseled torso. He wore only a chain collar and some type of shiny metallic codpiece. Alphaman was stunned by the contrasting juxtaposition of this imposing buff figure kneeling humbly in obedience before the smaller stouter Cole. Still there was something in that dynamic between these two men that fascinated him. Cole seemed to have this larger more imposing man under his sway. Alphaman recalled his encounter with Cole and he found his throat had gone dry. He focused his vision to pierce the hood and identify the muscled hooded figure. To his stunned surprise the kneeling man was Thad! The quarterback dropped his head signaling a further act of his clear submission. Cole grabbed his own cock and waved it in front of Thad’s face To Alphaman’s horror, the quarterback opened his mouth and leaned into give Cole a blowjob. The dumbfounded superhero fixed his super-hearing on the men to see if Thad was being raped or acting under duress.
“Oh gees I love sucking your powerful dick,” Thad said in his soft Southern Texas twang. “Oh fuck I truly do need your cock so bad in these last few hours.”
“Good boy,” Cole laughed. “Yes I know its fine. Go on be the best cocksucker you can. No more macho playacting. Accept the freedom now to be the personal dick lover for a powerful man. “ Cole gazed up and looked to the wall. For a second Alphaman almost thought the stout older man could see him. “Yes, be what you are. A true submissive. Be it. It excites you! All those woman acting like you were the man with them when secretly you just wanted someone to be the man for you.”
“Yesth,” Thad responded as he orally serviced Cole. “I sure as heck was a total closet submission.”
“Yes,” Cole hissed with derision. “It is always the strutting heroes who truly crave dominance. It just takes the right man to saddle their ass and bust them into their natural role.”
Alphaman had the wild notion that this man was speaking directly to him. He watched as Thad slurped and suckled on Cole. After awhile Cole pushed Thad onto his back. He inserted a ball gag into Thad mouth and then tied Thad’s strong arms behind him at his wrists. Taking a paddle from off a table he and proceeded spank the quarterback’s luscious high and tight dimpled butt. Thad moaned in a way that demonstrated he loved every whack on that rump that women fantasized about whenever he wore his tight shiny football outfit on the field of play. Alphaman could not stop looking. He was transfixed by how Cole was completely taking charge. Unconsciously he reached down to rub his own rapidly swelling bulge. Finally a clearly erect Cole threw away the paddle and began to screw Thad. The more powerfully built and the fatter man humped taller jock with any letup. Thad took it. He loudly moaned in ecstasy through the ball-gag as his ass was continually being penetrated. Thad was obviously begging for every fuck-thrust. While this was going on, Cole was repeatedly trash talking the quarterback. Alphaman stared as Cole’s stout frame pistoned in and out of the butt-crack of the jock. Then Thad uttered a strangled cry. He blew a massive glob from his erect cock. Alphaman moaned as well and, to his own mortification, his super body shivered while he too experienced his first powerful sexual emission. Panting for air the superhero stopped looking and sat on the tower. All this horrified him. Alphaman man observed the growing wet spot in his green spandex crotch area. He had masturbated himself for the first time in his life. He gazed around and quickly flew off hoping no one had seen what had occurred. Something was wrong. He vowed to visit Cole tomorrow and find out what that something was! As he flew his nuts tingled and a small part of his brain lit up.Next page