By Cracker
Author’s note: Based on facts with some minor adjustments. Yeah, Wolf used to think he was a real-time and cyber so-called alpha. Feedback encouraged.
I always feel that the best game plan to permanently castrate and, bring out a poser alpha’s true nature, is taking your time. Right now, wolfie had been shaken from his arrogant assumptions about himself. I'd sent him a copy of his "performance". My feeling was that he would find himself compelled to watch it over and over. Constantly trying to explain away his actions and still think of himself an alpha. Of course, he would fail. I figured he would be a swirling complex of emotions. Shock over bitching in front of me, coming to grips with how aroused he'd been being a faggot, and anger. That was fine. I was sure he was reliving every moment of that encounter, and probably turned on, and fighting with himself for being turned on. Over the next few nights, I saw him at the bar. He never saw me since he was always drunk. Yeah, his old self-image was hurting.
When I finally reached out to him via text to set up our meeting, I threw in a short line about how good he looked on the video. I wanted to remind him who had the upper hand. I ended it by saying that I knew he looked forward to getting his rocks off again like a good little fag. I knew that would raise doubts in his mind.
He arrived on the day, and time with an attitude of exaggerated defiance. I could tell from his breath and, the flush in his face, that my boi had again had a few drinks before he arrived. Probably to stiffen his spine. So much the better. Half plowed made my job easier. Of course, he tried to justify his arrival the second he saw me as only being about his fear of a video release.
Wolf:
I’m only here because of that fucking video. I want to make it clear that shit was not me. It was the booze. I am not boning to fag.
Master J:
{laughing which only made him more flustered} it was the booze officer. How original. Oh, now come on. You got off fagging out with me.
Wolf:
{really red in the face now too}
I’m not a fucking fag.
Master J:
{I held up my cell phone so he could see his fagging}
Honestly, the video would imply otherwise.
I observed him staring at my phone, seeing his performance.
As he watched, I poured him a drink. He unconsciously reached out to down it while never taking his eyes off the performance.
Wolf:
Fuck.
When it was finished, he looked over at me. I could tell his attitude changed from anger/defiance to true nervousness.
Wolf:
Tell me you’re not gonna pass that around, are you?
Master J:
Of course not wolfie.
{He cringed at my use of that name}
I just wanted to remind you of how it went down. Now, why don’t we talk about what’s gonna happen over a few drinks.
I poured us each a drink, making sure that his was a double. I handed it to him and hit play on the video. As I watched it again, I turned up the volume so he could hear himself fagging out. I occasionally glanced up from the screen to look at him, squirming in the chair, listening to every submissive admission he made that night. My guess was he was probably visualizing what he was doing on that video too. As I watched, he grabbed his drink downed it. I stopped looking at my phone and refilled his drink then, gazed at him. He was breathing hard and even more flushed than when he arrived. I also detected a slight lack of focus by his pupils. Not to mention, a quick glance down to his crotch showed a bit of a rise and the most delicious appearance of a small wet spot. Yeah, hearing himself get turned into a bitch, still thrilled him.
Wolf:
Look dude I’ll do whatever you want just don’t pass that around.
By now his voice had a delightfully whiny, very panicked, note of pleading in it. It was a far cry from his usual commanding bragging tone of the past. I quickly poured him another glass.
Mr. J:
I probably won’t let send it to anyone. Shall we drink on it?
I raised my glass. He was hesitantly holding his glass. I looked at him.
Master J:
Well, if you don’t want to drink to it, I guess you are okay if I send….
I hit the play button on the cell phone. The second he heard his voice again; he gulped down his drink. I sipped mine, sat back, and waited. I wasn’t sure how much booze he’d consumed to get the courage to come here. Still, I knew the two double-dosed drinks I gave him we’re going to hit really fast. Sure enough it hit him. Time to begin.
Mr. J:
Oh, come on admit that you found it sexually thrilling being a little bitch that night.
Wolf:
He stared at me for a minute.
Master J:
{He took a deep breath. I could see he was too drunk to lie to either of us. Letting out that air he'd just sucked in, he simply nodded then added}
Fuck. Fuck. Okay you win. I got off.
He reached out and grabbed the bottle of vodka, poured another stiff drink and downed it.
Wolf:
This is fucked up, man.
{ Now using a pathetic vocal tone}
Really fucked up.
{He took another drink. Whether to steady himself or simply to let his real nature free it truly didn't matter.}
Judging by his dilated pupils and his increasingly slurred replies to my boi in blue was nicely high. I figured it would be fun to pump his head for more information while getting him pumping that slab of meat.
Master J:
Let’s just talk okay.
Wolf:
Talks ..okay. but no shit
Master J:
Nothing else. Tell me about your cop buddies ... or gym buddies ... or buddies from the bar ... tell me about the other (true) alphas in wolfies life that come to mind…any rivals. Cheers {I raise my glass and act like I’m drinking}
Wolf:
{Drinking his vodka and trying to focus}
Well, there’s Kevin who just came on board at the station he’s a little ball buster.
Master J:
{Interesting}
Kevin what is he like?
Wolf:
He’s confrontational and he’s fresh out of the Academy. Typical rookie… 25 full of piss and vinegar. Only about five -nine but acts like he’s the biggest guy there. Every partner has wants to drop him. He’s a little too gung-ho for them.
Master J:
In good shape or…
Wolf:
{Smiling }
Fucking great shape. Good athlete…tight body
Master J:
{Now this was even more interesting. Wolfie was grinning now, and I think …yes he just touched his crotch.}
Go on.
Wolf:
We’ve butted heads more than a few times.
Master J:,
So cocky?
Wolf:
Fuck yeah. He’s always acting like the cock of the walk …like he is the new hotshot in the station throwing his cock around.
Master J:
{Hmm the constant cock reference is promising. He’s also still occasionally tapping his crotch area. My wolfie doth protest too much}
So arrogant but hot , huh
Wolf:
Yeah. Although I got to admit, he’s fucking tightly built and easy on the eyes.
He’s always walking around the lockers, talking smack strolling around in a jockstrap…
{He pauses then barely mutters}
That fucking loaded strap of his really sticks out.
Master J:
{I see wolfie finishing his drink so, I pour more. He’s rubbing his bulge now and staring off in space. My guess is he is visualizing that packed jockstrap}
Oh yeah? I bet wolfie jerks off thinking about Kevin.
Wolf:
{He suddenly blurts out}Fuck I’m so horny.
I guess he does turn me on.
BINGO!
Master J:
Imagine him in the locker in just that jockstrap ... it’s just you two ... you’re coming in about to strip off, wolfie. See it and as you do pull out your dick.
Wolf:
{Sighing, glassy eyed, and unzipping to pull out his meat}
Arrogant dickhead but yeah he’s fucking packing.
{His erection is waving out and he’s lost in that image}
Master J:
Drink up and feel free to jerk off … tell me what happens next?
Wolf:
{Starting to stroke after gulping his drink. He’s sweating. His voice is barely audible}
You mean with him?
Master J:
{I figure he’s lost in that fantasy. I merely need to lightly guide him through it now}
I can see you both in that room. He’s in that strap right in front of you. See it. feel the arousal. Kevin and you in that sweaty locker after a long day.
Wolf:
Fucking Kevin
{Now switching his grip to better masturbate. I pull out my cell to tape it}
Master J:
Paw that bulge and tell me about you and Kevin in the police lockers.
Wolf:
It’s just the two of us in the locker room everybody else is gone.
Master J:, 8:06 PM
Good boi
Go on.
Wolf:
He’s been giving me grief all day long. I’m about to confront him but he’s standing there in the jockstrap he always wears. I can’t take my eyes off it. Shit my head’s swirling.
Master J:
I have just the thing to take your edge off.
{I hand him a bottle of poppers}
Take a good snort in each nostril then tell me what is happening.
{He’s so blitzed he does. I see his eyes pop after thew hits. I grin and record my cop taking some nice hits. He lets out a gasp and a nice smile comes to his face}
Wolf:
Fuck
Master J:
Bet that jockstrap is dripping huh ...
Wolf:
{Now really into his fantasy and jerking off in his uniform}
Yeah, he fills it out really good.
Master J:
Imagining his sweaty musk wafting up to you
Go on…take another hit as you imagine that scent hitting you.
Wolf:
{Sniffing the poppers sighing and continuing}
Aw fuck. Kevin’s cock in that strap…those fucking hefty nuts pushing in it…I’m staring at them, and I hear him say. “hey wolfie, my eyes are up here.”
Master J:
{Smiling that he used wolfie to refer to himself}
Take another long and slow hit ... bet you can’t help moaning and he hears it to huh.
Wolf:
{He’s totally ignoring me. From the vacant look in his eyes he’s seeing another reality}
I look at him and he’s grinning because he knows I want him bad. He just looks at me and then softly says, “it’s OK bitch go for it all the women and the fags do.”
God, he’s such an arrogant asshole, but he’s so fucking hot.
Master J:
Yeah…so what does my "hotshot cop wolfie” do.
Wolf:
I drop to my knees. He moves close and pushes my face into his jock.
Master J:
Kneeling there in your blues like a dumb fuck, right, Wolfie.
Wolf:
He’s so close I can smell him….fuck.
Master J:
Hahah that’s right faggot sniff his musk in.
Wolf:
Fuck, he smells so good.
Master J:
{His shaft is oozing fluids. I think wolfie is close, but I press to get to the end of his fantasy}
Keep going. Take another deep hit and go on. Don’t cum yet.
Wolf:
{On auto pilot his snorts more.}
Fuck
The cell phone is getting it all. I image what his superiors might think, seeing one of their cops snorting poppers. Jerking off confessing to craving to smell another officer’s jock-strapped junk.
Master J:
Go on.
Wolf:
I hear him tell me to lick that strap. In the next thing I know my tongue is out lapping on that ribbed cotton.
Master J:
{I admit I’m turned on too.}
And…
By now wolfie is slumped in the chair. His muscled legs splayed out and his erection waving out of his zipper. His free hand keeps bringing the poppers to his nose to sniff. He’s moaning out his story while running his other hand up and down that nine-inch slab of meat. His eyes are closed . He’s high and fully into his confession fantasy.
Wolf:
I’m licking that ribbed cotton. Fuck, his scent is inside of me. I hear him tell me, “go on white boy it’s time you service a real man … a real alpha black man.”
Master J:
{So Kevin is black, huh. Now that was a turn I didn’t consider}
He’s fagging you in your own blues Wolfie! And you’re letting him ... your macho hotshot alpha attitude has been cold conked by Kevin’s junk and musk, huh. You hunger for it? You want to taste that slab of dark beef so bad. Fill your lungs with his musk. Tell me how you feel.
Wolf:
I’m drooling like a slut. I hear myself moan as my teeth take hold of the cotton and put it away to free his meat.
Master J:
Describe it and how you feel wolfie.
Wolf:
{Gasping cause he is close to blowing now}
It’s so thick and long and dark and all I wanna do is fuck my face with it.
He’s telling me that he always knew I was a pussy. He tells me to admit that I wanted to suck his cock.
Master J:
Oh yeah, Kevin is a true a black stud ... with a nice thick dick ... bitching wolfie, the station's "alpha" white boi.
Wolf:
God yes! He grabs my hair. Tells me to open my fucking bitch mouth. When I do, he pushes my mouth onto his cock. I’m choking. My arms waving about. I can barely breathe… but I feel it’s long thick meat… pounding the back of my throat.
He’s telling me that from now on I’m gonna be his partner. I’m gonna do whatever he says and whenever he says it .
Master J:
And you love being his bitch right.
Go on confess it all.
Wolf:
Fuck I want him so bad I wanna be his little white bitch so bad.
Master J:, 8:12 PM
I thought you were the station alpha wolfie. Strutting around wearing your shades ... cocky attitude ...but you just want to be his bitch? Is that it?
Wolf:
Fuck yes I’m a bitch. He’s hammering in and out of my throat. I know he’s gonna shoot. He yells one drop doesn’t get swallowed, he’s gonna kick my ass. I glanced up and see that he has his cell phone on and he’s taping everything.
Fuck…yeah…expose me.
Master J:
That smart mouth of yours with all the macho posing attitude…. now you’re just a dick sucker getting rammed by Kevin as he laughs and films. Tell me what you’re thinking.
Wolf:
I know when he shoots I’m gonna swallow every bit of that cream, and I realize I’ve always wanted to submit to him in the station.
Oh fuck, I’m going to blow my shit!
Master J:
Choke on that cock .... and just wait till he finds out that "alpha total top wolfie the Wolf" actually has the hungriest cop cunt pussy. Admit it to him!
Wolf:
I want to be Kevin’s cock sucking cop.
Fuck I can’t hold back.
Master J:
Then shoot fag.
Wolf:
{He loudly yells while squirming in the chair. He begins to thrust his waist up and down in his hand’s grip and finally pops his load.}
FUCKING BRED ME KEVIN!
He shot a nice bit of spunk. I watched it arc in the air then splattered down onto his pants. When I gazed at his face, his eyes were closed. The vodka had truly hit, and he’d passed out. I carefully arranged his hand, so it still gripped his deflating cock. Around thirty minutes later, he came around. His eyes opened. He blinked and looked around. Suddenly it hit him. He looked first at me, then down at the mess he made all over his pants, then up at me again while trying to focus. Time to drive it home to him.
Master J:
Youve seen his cock in the lockers so many times ... deep down you secretly wanted to feel that thick meat stuffing up your ex-top hole. You won’t be able to work with Kevin from now on without thinking how much you crave to serve him and his dick, huh wolfie .... Admit it.
Wolf:
{Dropping his gaze he softly nods and hoarsely replies}
I want to be his cock sucking cop faggot cum dump.
Master J:
How does that cop pussy and that cock feel right now ... damn you look like a fucking mess in those cum stained blues .... wolfie the station's "alpha hotshot stud" just a disgrace to that uniform , right boi?
Wolf:
Yes
Master J:
Yes what faggot?
Wolf:
{He glances up at me. I see the defeat in his eyes as he notices I’m taping it too.}
Yes Sir. I’m a disgrace to my uniform.
Master J:
{ I smile.}
Get out of here. I’ll let you know when we will meet again. Oh, and try not to stare at Kevin’s junk during work hours. In fact I want you to try to arrange to partner up with him from now on.
He looks shocked.
Wolf:
Please not that. Please
Master J:
{Noting he didn’t refuse. Proving I’ve truly fucked his head }
You know you want to.
{I hit play and his voice comes out loud and clear}
I want to be his cock sucking cop faggot cum dump.
He delightfully cringed at those words. I watch him stare at the wet cum stains on his pants. His reply is barely audible.
Wolf:
{Teared eyes}
Okay
He slowly gets up and turns to leave.
Master J:
Oh, no jerking off till we met again.
He turns to face me. I saw the look of horror in his eyes.
Master J:
I’ll know if you do. We wouldn’t want Kevin to hear this..
{I left the threat hanging}
His eyes drops and he nods again. Know he knows even his balls are mine.
As he exits I plot my next steps. Working next to Officer Kevin, in light of his sexual fantasy confession, will further fuck him up. He is broken but there is more to come! I need to buy a cock cage and then there is the issue of his cash mastering to subvert too.
Side note: Yep more went down over the next few weeks. Feedback encouraged. One day. I might even invite a few of you subs to join me in a cyber/message chat room to punk his ass too. The ones who reach out looking to get payback on or simply to blow their rocks off bitching a poser alpha, lol.
Feedback welcomed gelded_alpha@outlook.com
TBC….
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