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Tales from Alpha Dave Xiaolian
Karl’s Turn Out By Kyle Cicero
Dave brought up his bank app and opened it to check the latest deposits. “Not bad, you made a good bit of money this week,” he said as he glanced over at Karl. “That dildo fucking session really brought in a chunk of change.” He smiled, enjoying the discomfort that showed on Karl’s face. Until his encounter with Dave, Karl had been major social media influencer boasting about “how to be a real man like my Viking ancestors.” Standing at 6 feet, with his strong, blonde Germanic good looks, blue eyes, neatly trimmed beard, and a bush of golden chest hair with a deep sexy voice; he had a large online following. Many of his diatribes on being truly masculine in a woke world of pussies were highly controversial. He had also made more than a few questionable comments about Asian men and their masculinity.
Now, thanks to his encounter with Dave, he had new followers, courtesy of his newly opened “only fans” page. In a series of videos, he performed various kinky sexual acts with multiple male sexual partners who always ended up plowing him. “Aren’t you happy you’ve pleased me?” Dave asked as he took in the newest financial figures from the site.
“Mein herr, Ja. Mein herr,” Karl groaned, his words barely audible through the red ball-gag stuffed in his mouth. He was bound spread-eagled to the bed Dave had secured in a bondage store, with a vibrating butt plug securely lodged in his asshole. His strong, powerful body squirmed in the leather bindings that were attached to the rings on each end of the bed’s frame. His exertions heated up the leather straps causing their intoxicatingly arousing scent to fill his lungs. His long blonde locks were drenched in his sweat and plastered around his handsome Germanic facial features. Every so often his body would jerk as the stimulations from the vibrating butt plug caused him to ejaculate his spunk into a test tube attached to a suction device that was secured around his cock. Dave had found many willing buyers of Karl’s genetic seed. Another source of profit.
“Don’t you look good.,” Dave teased as he sat next to the bound hunk. He hit a button on the remote in his hand increasing the plug’s vibrations inside Kerl’s ass.
Karl moaned in his gag as another squirt of jizz splashed into the tube
“Yes, shaving you was a good idea.” He reached down to run his hand across Karl’s defined chest letting his fingertips enjoy the smooth surface. He recalled how that particular ‘for a special private pay’ only fans video was a best seller.
*****
Karl had been tied to a St Andrew’s cross as a masked Dave slowly soaped his golden chest and public hair.
“Bitte nicht,”{don’t please} Karl had sobbed as Dave finishing lathering his torso, took hold of a safety razor, and placed it against Karl’s chest area.
As the razor made its first hair removing swipe across Karl’s chest, he cried in horror. “Ich flehe dich an. Rasier mich nicht.” {I’m begging you. Don't shave me} he pleaded after every swipe of the blade.
Dave ignored the cries. He glanced at the audience viewing monitor and was pleased that the numbers constantly increased. By the time he’d finished cleaning Karl’s chest and arm pits the viewership had jumped into six figures.
“Cock and ball time,” Dave whispered to Karl as he brought his razor to Karl’s crotch.
Karl shrieked as Dave gently scraped away the hunk’s pubic hairs. Finally, Dave took Karl’s pouch in hand and began swiping it clean of its blonde fuzz. “Nicht meine Eier,” {not my balls} he yelped.
Karl gazed at the mirror facing him and began sobbing as the last remnants of his torso’s fine blonde coverings were shorn away. “Gott, ich sehe aus wie ein Junge.” {God, I look like a boy.}
Thoroughly broken in spirit he said nothing as he next lost his beard. After the video was finished, Karl was untied. He stood before the mirror looking at his hairless torso and equally nude jaw. “Ich habe meine Männlichkeit verloren,”{I’ve lost my manhood} he softly weep.
Any sympathy Dave might have had for what he had done quickly vanished when he saw that Karl was erect. He was soon masturbating; gazing at his hairless body’s reflection while also fondling his sensitized balls.
*****
Dave’s musing were interrupted by another low guttural moan from Karl.
“Scheiße.”
Gazing at down at him, Dave had to confess Karl had an exquisite body. Broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. He gazed at the man’s ripped abdominals that moved up and down as the muffled stud breathing increased in tandem with his erotic stimulations. Dave removed the gag. “Having fun,” he teased.
“Bitte, nicht mehr,” {please, no more} Karl managed to sob as his erection waved about his hairless crotch. The cool air on his nude skin, combined with the fingers of Dave’s right hand playing with his nipples, was driving Karl into yet another a sexual frenzy. His powerful body lay helpless as Dave twisted Karl’s tits until they were firm, hard points set off in the lighter brown orb of skin that surrounded them. Karl never felt so helpless. The combination of Viagra and Dave’s sensual exploitation of Karl’s erogenous zones only added to the fires of sensual pleasures coursing through his torso. With another loud grunt he once again shot into the tube attached to suction device.
“What a good bitch. We are making a nice bit of change selling this jizz to fertility clinics,” Dave mocked. He turned off the vibrating plug and unhooked the suction tube. “Training time,” he whispered as he grabbed poppers to hold under Karl’s nose. “Go on sniff,” he sharply instructed as he lowered the vibrations from butt plug lodged in Karl’s hole.
Karl, too mind-fucked to resist, sniffed. He moaned as his eyes rolled upward in their sockets.
Dave laughed as he let his fingers move down across Karl’s eight pac towards the Karl’s still cream-oozing shaft. He gently let his fingertips barely stroke the shaft from one end to the other. The pressure on his pole was just enough to send bolts of pleasure to Karl. He thrashed about going into another sexual heat. His balls slapped the narrow space between his muscle thighs where his legs met. “Scheiße,” he grunted. His body was covered in sweat as he pulled at his bindings. He squirmed staring around wild-eyed as a laughing Dave continued to fondle various parts of his torso.
Dave made sure his “feeling up” actions were done in a way that added to Karl’s erotic cravings; yet, managed to only keep him on edge. It was all the process of continuing to fuck his mind. Keeping the hunk into a state of sexual cravings that contributed to reenforcing a mental state of total submission. Instilling in Karl’s brain that, while Dave was giving him sexual pleasure, he was also the only person who could give Karl relief for it.
“Ach, verdammt! {Argh damn it},” Karl begged. His muscled frame was streaked with his sweaty exertions. The moisture caused his leather binding’s odor to grow stronger. Their tangy smell added to his excitement. Even though his nuts ached from having repeatedly shot, his urge to orgasm was irresistible.
“I might but only if you admit you’re my bitch,” Dave whispered.
“Ja. Ja. Ich bin dein Schlampe,” {Yes. Yes. I'm your slut} Karl grunted.
“It’s what you want right?” a grinning Dave quizzed.
“Ja. Mach mich zu deiner Schlampe,” {yes make me your bitch} Karl yelled as the ‘ache to spunk’ boiling inside his nut pouch took hold of him.
“You sure?” Dave asked once more while tapping the remote’s button to increase the vibrations.
“Mach mich zu deinem Schwuchtel,” {make me your fag} Karl loudly bawled as the plug began to highly vibrate.
A grinning Dave turned off the device. He enjoyed the sight of Karl, laid out in all his muscled Germanic glory, whimpering and desperate to obey. He recalled how Karl had once been at the top of his game and influence mocking gay men and touting the need for ‘real men’ to take charge in this insanely woke world. How he had showed off his defined lean muscle torso in every TikTok video. His wavy hair combined a look of confident blonde hairy masculinity made him the walking wet dream of numerous gay men. Indeed, in many of his interviews, he talked about being aware of a gay following while clearly and forcefully indicating he had no desire to explore same sex.
“You know, I was thinking that we should buzz cut this blonde hair of yours too,” Dave lightly said as he let the fingers of his left-hand tousle those curls. They were both aware that Karl once been so proud of his wild-haired and bearded Viking appearance. Shearing away his locks until they were a shadow across the top of his head would clearly complete Karl’s total degradation. He saw the look of terror in Karl’s eyes as he heard this possibility. Yet, he also noticed that that Karl’s cock had started oozing more pre-cum. Amusingly, his hips also began to slightly buck upward in a fucking motion. “Damn you are such a humiliation freak,” Dave mocked.
Karl lay there, twisting about in his bindings. He thought about how he’d been bitched, his spunk milked for sale, and performing outrageously, kinky, humiliating sex acts on his ‘only fans’ page for David’s financial benefit. It was hard for him to believe it had only been eight months since that had happened. It had started innocently enough when Karl appeared on a web site being interviewed while wearing a tight retro white swimsuit brand he was endorsing. In it, he proudly sat with his muscular thighs posed in a typical man-spread to display his ample package. It was obvious, from the way his right-hand’s thumb was resting on the top part of the bulge, that his posture was designed to call attention to it.
Reading the interview, in which Karl pontificated about being all-man convinced Dave this stud would be his newest conquest. Meeting was incredibly easy. Thanks to one of his submissives, he was able to set up a fake news webpage. Set up with legitimate-looking credentials, courtesy of another one of his submissives, he reached out to Karl for an interview. As he expected, Karl was extremely happy to oblige especially, when Dave praised his views and worked out body. As Dave figured, his new prey’s ego fed on recognition and compliments.
As Karl’s muffled cries again begged to spunk, Dave recalled how the process of turning Karl out as Dave’s eagerly submissive little bitch had unfolded. Dave gift was finding that inner crack in a man’s image of himself. Once he did that, he always managed to worm his way through it until that macho self-image shattered. It was a process. If one had the patience and the resolve, success was always assured. Dave always had both when it came to hot studs like Karl. Play to their ego for the set up and, then use that ego to knock them down. One of Dave’s submissives, a noted psychiatrist, did an expert psychological profile on Karl. He diagnosed that Karl’s constant insistence about being masculine, indicated a suppressed inferiority complex. His clear discomfort with the subject of gay men were obvious signs of his repressed attraction to other males. Helpfully, he composed a series of interview questions that would fundamentally shake Karl’s smug macho confidence as cause him to question his straightness. If Karl had expected a typical puff piece, he had been sadly mistaken. By the end of the interview, Dave’s sexual probing questions had him so rattled that, Karl felt he’d left the impression that his masculinity was faked. As Dave anticipated, Karl had quickly reached out to set up another encounter to “set the record straight.” That interview, which he found unexpectedly focusing on his sexuality, was a disaster for him too. Karl ended up being ripe for a mind-fuck turnout which Dave readily provided with offers of interview redoes. By the time Dave was finished, he had Karl doubting himself. His belief in his own hyper masculinity had completely disintegrated. His true inner beta nature with his latent homosexuality, which the psychiatrist had predicted, exploded from its mental prison. Dave stepped to finish the job making Karl a total homosexual beta with Dave as his alpha.
“Do you want to get off?” Dave asked knowing the answer. With all his erogenous zones being stimulated, it was only a matter of time before Karl would need to spunk, even though his nuts had barely recovered a sufficient amount to shoot.
Out of his head with sexual stimulations, Karl frantically nodded. “Scheiße, Ja,” he cried out. His recently emptied pouch was still sore. Yet, his body was on the edge ready to once more orgasm.
“Well, I can get you off, but you know there’s a price that you always pay right?” Dave said. He stood up and began to undress. He could see Karl watching his every movement. As Dave stood in front of him, now totally nude, Karl let out a pitiful moan.
“Ja. Ja. Fick mich. Fick meine muschi,” {Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.} he whined.
Dave smile hearing Karl using the word “pussy” as he’d been taught when referring to his asshole. “Ask me to breed your pussy.”
Karl’s previously drained and still hurting balls managed to emit enough pre- cum so that his shaft was a glistening wet pole under the overhead lights. “Ja. Alles. Fick meine muschi.”
Dave untied Karl’s legs, eased out the butt plug, then rolled up Karl’s body upward until his cock was directly over his face. Silently, Dave spread the German’s powerful legs wide apart, exposing Karl’s hole to view. He was rewarded by a series of pleasurable moans from Karl as the room’s chilly air hit that sensitive ring between his plump, rounded butt cheeks.
Meine muschi,” Karl gasped.
Dave rubbed the head of his cock on Karl’s exposed anal ring. He smiled as Karl’s body suddenly squirmed under him. By now his newest beta boy was lost in the throes of sexual heat. Dave was in no rush. Butt hole cock teasing was fun for him. “Do you want me to shove my cock so deep into you that the back of your throat feels my dick’s head? Do you, bitch?” Dave quizzed while barely pushing his cockhead through the anus’ swirling outer muscles.
“Ja. Bitte fick mich,” yelped Karl as the head of Dave’s cock slipped through the anal ring. Karl’s eyes desperately showed his craving to be orgasm. As Dave’s shaft eased further into him, his pleas grew even more frenzied. “Ich flehe dich an. Mach mich Fertig.” {I beg you. Finish me off}
“Going to breed you, bitch. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Dave snarled. “When I shoot, my cum is going to splash onto the back of your throat,” David said knowing that trash talk contributed to Karl’s excitement.
The once macho, but now submissive, Karl thrashed under Dave’s hard fucking. His thighs suddenly freed from Dave’s grip, encircled Dave’s waist. They pulled Dave’s torso hard towards Karl’s eager asshole. “Tiefer. Füll mich aus. Stoß mir diesen asiatischen Schwanz rein. Bitte.” {Deeper. Fill me. Drive that Asian cock into me. Please.}
Laughing, Dave knew his boy was ready. Wasting little time, he rammed his cock deeply into the waiting anal entryway. No matter how many times Karl was plowed, his butthole retained its tightness. Thrusting his shaft along its smooth, moist inner lining, Dave loved how it grabbed his rod.
As Karl’s body gyrated about, his howls of pleasure, were loud and clear. “Ja. Fick mich. Tief. Ah ja. Fick mein Loch,” {Yes. Fuck me. Deep. Ah yes. Fuck my hole} he shrilly shouted.
“Take it,” Dave howled as he fucked and fucked and fucked into Karl until finally, he erupted. “Seeding my boy,” he grunted while filling Karl’s guts with his seed.
As the first splashes of Dave’s juices burned into him, Karl let out a high-pitched shrieking, “Verdammt ja.” His cock began gushing a hands-free orgasm that splattered large globs of his spunk across his face until it covered his handsome features in his own jism.
“Good boy,” Dave huffed as he pulled out of Karl’s ravaged hole. He watched his cum leaking out of Karl’s ass. Quickly scooping it up, he fed it to Karl along with some of Karl’s own cream. “Fuck you’re such a cum slurping pig,” he mockingly asked.
Karl gazed up at Dave, his face smeared with his own spunk, his tongue eagerly slurping up the last of the jizz he was given. “Spermaschwein... ja,” he sheepishly admitted.
“I’m going to untie you and then I want you to get back to work,” Dave stated. “No cleaning off. We are going to leave everything as it is. I think it’ll make another good video with even more profit today,” he laughingly stated as he unbound Karl. He stepped back and turned on the cameras to focus them on the bed. “Ready for your close-up bitch,” he mocked as he live streamed Karl’s cream-pied image to his eager only fans subscribers.
The End
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“Ace Lewis, International Agent: A Hard Man for a Hard Job”
Chapter One: The Game Is On
“Oh yes,” the strapping six foot twenty-two-year-old blond man murmured as he felt the fingertips of the older man’s hands casually brush against the sensitive under-shaft his semi-hard cock. “Oh please,” he whimpered as he struggled helplessly against the tight bindings that held him spread-eagle on the large bed. His taut hard body writhed in sexual hunger. His thick cock pushed sideways and upward toward the waistband of his snug white bikini underwear as it strained to break free of its confines. “Please,” he whispered hoarsely. “Pull down my fucking briefs,” he vainly begged. The other man merely smiled and let his fingertips continue to lightly trace themselves along the outline of the hot blonde’s throbbing imprisoned erection. “Oh fuck,” the younger man groaned as a thousand nerve endings in his dick tingled from the effects the continual light grazing of those fingertips along the highly sensitized under area of his manhood. “You mutha fucker,” he grunted as a wave of heat coursed from his crotch to his brain. His dick roared for freedom now. He twisted his hard-defined body in a futile attempt to break free. The man watched as the bound form’s muscles strained and flexed under the overhead lights. After a few minutes, the handsome young man, just stopped. His defined pale smooth torso was drenched in sweat.
“Please,” he moaned.
The older man gazed at the bound captive Navy Seal. It was clear the blonde worked out with his broad shoulders that flared downward toward a “V” waist. His chest was full and cut with a spray of light blond hairs on them ultimately trailing down into his bikini briefs. Glancing further downward the man nodded approvingly at the long-tapered legs of his prey. Clearly the younger man had not forgotten to keep them properly developed as well.
“Nice body kid,” the agent said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m not gay, but damn I can appreciate a straight guy who takes the time to keep in good shape.” The man inwardly smiled to himself knowing that saying this would provoke the young man further. He had a game plan that he intended to follow with meticulous precision. “But judging from your boner, I guess you might be gay it seems,” he continued using a slightly mocking tone now. “You son-of-a-bitch,” the trussed-up man rasped in anger as his erection rubbed upward seeking an escape at its prison. He pulled and twisted once more desperate to break free. The straps held, but the effect of his endeavors had exhausted him. He again ceased his struggles and simply lay there helpless his hard eight pack heaving up and down as he raggedly sucked in air.
The older man drew closer while he continued his fingertip activities along the underside of the blonde’s cock. “Honestly now, you a leg or ass man when it comes to guys?”
“Fuck you,” the bound captive hissed through gritted teeth breathing defiance in every word. Outwardly he showed resistance, but inside his mind and body it was different as his erection amply demonstrated to them both.
“Sorry you fruit, I don’t go that way,” the man smirked as he repeatedly let his fingertips do their work until the blond man was squirming in heat. “If you ask nice, you can get off?”
“Go fuck…yourself,” the other man whined as his brain reeled from the bolts of sensual charges it was getting. He was in an exquisite agony by now. He glared in rage at the man who held him captive even as his eyes carried a hint of pleading for an end to the gnawing sexual frustration that was consuming him.
“Say ‘uncle’,” the guy said lightly as he pressed on with a clinical detachment. He had been trained to keep his focus on his mission no matter how distasteful the methods. Turn him on, break him then, use it to get the job done. The younger guy was close to shattering. Just a few more strokes and…
“Aw fuck man,” the captive whined as his manhood rose to its full height and pressed urgently within the tight confines of his underwear. “Fuck I give. I fucking give,” he babbled as he ached to get his manhood free from the squeezing prison of his own snug underwear. His cock pressed upward, but the unyielding material, though stretched now, held his manhood down. His cockhead peeked out from under the bikini’s waistband. “Just pull down my fucking underwear, man,” the blond whined pathetically as the ribbed elastic of the band scrapped the sensitive skin of his dick’s slit. The blonde’s cockhead was now a swollen dark red. Copiously dripping pre-cum along the slit gave it a glazed wet appearance.
The other man merely replied with a silent smirk. Maliciously, he pulled up the man’s briefs to enclose the cock and continued teasing his brawny young hunk’s equipment further until a growing wet spot appeared at the top of the tight white briefs. The man ran the back of his palm across the trapped erect rod slowly moving it up and down along the younger man’s shaft. The drugs he had given the blond were working perfectly. His erogenous zones were on a drug-induced trip. The older man was surprised the stud had held out this long to the sexual needs his doped body must be feeling.
“Aw shit,” the captive cried weakly. “Harder man.” The younger man’s impressively developed body twitched as he thrust his hips upward to try to press his aching dick against the surface of the man’s palm. The man pulled his hand back just enough however to frustrate the young buff boy’s efforts. “I fucking give, man,” he sobbed as the need to cum took total control over him. He had been subjected to sexual teasing for over two hours now, and his mental self-control was cracking under his uncontrollable desire to pop his nuts. “I’ll do anything,” he babbled as the urge to climax overtook his mind. Again, his dickhead managed to break out from under the waistband of his underwear. Glistening beads of pre-cum reappeared along the now exposed slit. “I’ll fucking do anything I swear.” He sobbed…...