Alphas (15 page)

       
        “Can I please cum?? “
        “No!”
       
        “Oh please I do not think I can hold
it….”
        “How can you cum without the use of
your hands.”

       
“Sir I can cum right now?”
        “If you can actually cum, you must
look me in the eyes and say thank you master as you cum.  However if you
ask me to cum and you do not it will be bad for you.  So before you ask me
again be sure you know what you are asking.”
        “I know what I am asking, all I am
asking is if you will let me”
        “You have 10 seconds.  10
,9,8,7
”

       
I turned around and stared into his eyes.  As the feeling overtook me with
such a rush I was about to cum, right before I did, the Damon slapped my face
and said don’t you forget what I told you bitch.  Honestly I was glad he
did, because I was so consumed I was going to forget.   Then the
feeling welled up inside me again…….I AM GOING TO CUM!!!!! I looked him in the
eyes and said, thank you master, thank you master over and over again until it
was over……My cock flexed back and forth and squirted cum everywhere and I
screamed with delight.  At the same time the guy by my mouth shot his load
all over my face and into my mouth.  It tasted salty, but I made sure to
lick up every drop, like I know he wanted me to. 

       
I watched him get himself sorted and then exit the bus, never looking
back.  For some reason I like to see them leave, it validated why we were
all here, they may have felt like they were using me, but I was most certainly
using them. The intense pleasure received from this encounter was mine and mine
alone.  It is funny how this can be such a selfish act. 

       
At this point I pulled one of the cocks into my mouth, and then tried with some
resistance to pull the other one in there as well, my mouth was so full of cock
I loved it. My body already has the discarded seed of the long gone strangers
and was also littered with my sweat and the sweat of the other men dripping on
me.  I was a huge mess, covered with cum sweat and dirt from the bus
floor.  My once white shirt now had the remnants of my dirty act all over
it. 

       
As I pulled the mashed in cocks from my mouth I began furiously stroking them
opposite each other and as one began to cum the other also did at the same time
to the point that they were squirting all over my hair and face.  When I
saw this I couldn’t hold back another cum shot and I shot what felt like the
last bit of cum I had onto the floor.  Damon grabbed my hair pulled his
cock out of my ass and brought his face close to mine.  Everyone else
stopped as I remained perched on all fours, scared and still excited, what
would violent act would he do now.  I was supposed to ask permission every
time I was to cum and this time I did not ask for that permission.  There
was a very strange quite, you could cut the tension with a knife.  Slowly
the men who just came stood up one turned and walked away, while the other last
remaining men stayed to watch more, they wanted to know what was to happen
next.  Or maybe take another turn at me.

       
I dared not move and it was eerily silent.  I dared not turn around for
angering the already angry Damon.  I heard the clanging of something metal
that I could only assume was his belt.  It was then that I felt the sharp
sting of it on my ass as I let out a very girlish scream.  It did not stop
him, he whipped me again and again.  I sat like a good boy and took it
until it got to the point that I could no longer take the sting.
        I began to protest the whipping,
moving my hand in the way and my body out of the way, even though I knew I
deserved it.  As the tears streamed down my face one of the other men took
off his belt and used it to bind my hands, then he grabbed my left nipple and
began to pull it, it was too painful for me to imagine so I tried to put my
mind somewhere else.  The other man grabbed my other nipple and pulled it
as well, I shrieked in pain, but it was a half shriek of pain and half a shriek
of excitement. 
        I gazed at Damon and said, “Please
sir, can I have some more cock.”

       
        He did not answer but obliged me by
forcing his manhood inside my ass. He fucked me so hard that the two men
holding my nipples could no longer maintain their grip.  He thrust faster
and faster and I could feel his bulging cock become engorged and ready to
cum.  Right before he was about to explode, he stopped himself, slapped me
in the face and moved away. 

       
He said “I want to be the last in this fuck doll.”  I smiled at him, he
smirked at me because he knew he owned me.  

        I felt as though the other men were
not as worthy anymore yet I was more than happy to have some more cock. 
The odd man out took it upon himself to enter me next and in short order he
shot his load deep in my ass, it dripped down and onto the floor and as I
collapsed face up I realized how exhausted I was.  I could not take any
more but the last man did not care, he entered into my mouth with his cock as I
lay lifeless on the floor.  Thankfully it did not take long and right
before he came he pulled out and showered my body with more cum.

        It was at this point that I realized
I could not move or I did not want to move.  I watched as the 2 men
gathered themselves together, did up their pants and marched out the bus. 
They did not look back, I remember thinking if you were to see these men on the
street you would think them just normal business men going home to their wives,
you would never know what they had just been involved in.  I was always
surprised at how little we actually know about what people do in this
world. 

       
All that was left in the bus now Damon and me.  I thought…I have no more
to give. 

       
“No, I said!! I cannot do it.” 

       
He replied, “Yes, you can and you will.” 

       
All at once he picked me up with one arm flipped me over and shoved himself
deep in my ass.  He continued to fuck me while his arm was wrapped around
my stomach, I was covered with cum and had to try and blink some of it out of
my eyes.  Thankfully that same cum had lubricated my ass a little, not
enough that it didn’t hurt, but enough that it wasn’t unbearable.  He
dropped me onto all fours and I hit the ground with a smash.

       
“Turn and face me slut.”

       
I turned.

       
“Open your mouth whore!”

       
I opened my mouth.

       
“Beg for
my cum
.”

       
        I put both hands together and said,
“Please sir, I know I am not deserving but could I please have your cum.”
        At that point he obliged me by
shooting a load right in my eye with such force it splashed off my face and hit
him.  When he finished he slapped my face and said, “Lick all this mess
up.”

        I turned and said, “what if I
refuse.” 

       
He said, “You are mine now you have no right nor cause to refuse.”  I knew
it to be true, so I went on all fours and began like a little cat to lick up
the mess. 

       
This indignity was a small price to pay for the realization of my greatest
fantasy, but where would it all go from here?

       
Damon turned to me as if nothing happened and said, “Don’t be late for work
tomorrow, it’s an important conference.”

       
Gasping for air with one eye open all I could reply was “Yes sir.”

       
And yet all I could think about was, what would come of the next days I spend
with him, more over what would come of my job.  I now had something on
this Billionaire that I am sure no one or very few people knew about. 

       
It was then I realized that there is great power in the act of
submission. 

Risk

“He began to take off my clothes, right there. Anyone
at any time could catch us, the fear heightened our arousal it was a moment I
would not soon forget.”
Marcus was always
one to take risks, it was a part of his makeup.  Being a billionaire at
such a young age afforded him many things and he was an adrenaline
junkie.  Nothing gave him a rush more than the fear of being caught in the
most intimate of moments. 

James was one to take it easy, he never took many
risks.  In a chance meeting with Marcus, he would never again be able to
say he was not a risk taker.  What happened next would change his life
completely and forever.

This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to
actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely
coincidental.   Any names, characters, places, businesses and events
are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

       
The loud noise of the propeller was taking over any
sounds in the cabin.  The instructor reached over and opened the
door.  The wind came rushing in at full force.  Marcus could feel the
adrenaline rushing through his body as he approached the door.  This is
what he lived for, the fear, the exhilaration, the rush but most of all, the
feeling of adrenaline. 

        “Are you
ready?!”

       
Marcus nodded to the instructor.  He could only see the instructor mouth
the words, because the wind noise made it impossible to hear anything. 
This was to be Marcus’s 300th jump and it was going to be a special one. 
He had planned to do something that he had never done before and could be
considered the most dangerous thing you could do in a jump.  He was as
nervous now, as nervous as he had been on his first jump.  That was after
all what he wanted. 

        Marcus held his parachute in one
hand and the door with the other.  As Marcus edged to the door, he began
to face issues of his own mortality.  He looked down at the clouds and the
corresponding ground.  The big green fields scattered with houses and cars
looked infinitesimally small. Marcus wondered why he risked his life like this
all the time.  Was this really worth the rush?  Marcus knew he was
doing it right, when he felt like this, it was time to test his fear.  It
was time to jump.  He did not obtain his Billions of dollars not jumping!
And without another thought, he threw his parachute out of the plane, looked at
the instructor who did not look settled about this, counted to two and jumped
out.

        This was his first Bonsai
Skydive.  Marcus had to get out of the plane, catch up to his parachute,
fasten it on in the air and deploy his chute in enough time to not die!

       
As Marcus exited the plane, the rush came over him.  A smile came over his
face as he caught view of his parachute.  He went into a head down
position and rocketed over to catch up with his chute.  Reaching over, he
grabbed the parachute by the strap and put it over his arm.  As he slung
it across his back, but the wind ripped it from his hand.  He watched the
parachute rocket away from him.  Marcus immediately flattened out his body
to reduce his speed and let the parachute catch up. 

       
He glanced down at his Altimeter, 5000 feet!  He had already eaten up half
of the jump.  Looking up he could see the parachute, slowly returning to
him.   It seemed to be taking forever, Marcus glanced over to his
left and saw the instructor had now caught up to him and was watching him
struggle.  Marcus was able to get the parachute over his first shoulder,
then the other one.  He looked at his altimeter as he buckled the chest
strap.  3000 feet!  He never noticed just how fast he was falling
until he was truly playing with his life.  When he reached down for the
straps between his legs he could not find either of them. 

       
The instructor was making twisting hand signals, Marcus did not understand at
first, but then realized his chute was upside down.  Marcus quickly
unbuckled his chute, flipped it around and got his arms back in. 
Altimeter reads 2000 feet!  He reached down to get the leg straps, but
they would not stop waving in the wind.  Just then the instructor pulled
his chute, Marcus watched him drift away.   A quick look down he
could see he was getting too low.  Altimeter check 1000 feet.  Marcus
reach around behind himself and got a grip of one of the straps and clicked it
in place.  500 feet!  NO TIME.  Marcus fumbled with the pilot
chute and finally pulled it free.  The Parachute wobbled open and the
WHOOSH!  It opened, but he was coming in too fast.  CRASH. 
Marcus crashed to the ground shattering his ankle.  He lay on the ground
laughing, feeling the pain, but feeling the exhilarations as well.  This
was how Marcus Yates lived his life.
                               
*             
*             
*

        Marcus laid back on the ground
wincing in pain and laughing at the same time, he loved the rush.  He
loved the experience, he loved the story he would have to tell everyone. 
Looking down at his ankle, he knew it was broken and could not get up. 
Marcus was not worried, the instructor would be by soon. 

        Jay, the instructor made a hasty
landing, released his parachute and ran over to Marcus.  Marcus, who was
still laughing, looked up at Jay and said,

       
“Wow that was a close one.”

       
        Jay looked into Marcus’s eyes and
said, “Fuck you Marcus, FUCK YOU!  I don’t care how much money you give
me, or how close we may be, this is our last jump together.”

       
This was not the first time that Jay had told Marcus to go fuck himself. 
This was also not the first time Jay had told Marcus he would no longer jump
with him.  In fact the two had been friends for quite some time, and
Marcus was always pushing Jay’s buttons.  Jay was furious, not just at the
due to the danger, but the fact that Marcus was literally laughing in the face
of death. 

        Jay took out his phone and dialed
911, he gave directions to the landing site and began to walk away from
Marcus. 

        “Jay, come on man, don’t be like
that.  I am an injured man, at least help me up to my feet, or foot. 
Get me on a chair, something!”

       
        Jay stopped in his tracks not
turning around, he rifled through his mind for the right thing to do and knew
he could not just leave him there.  Jay went back to sit beside Marcus,
not saying anything. 

       
“Jay, I am sorry, I didn’t want it to be that close.”

       
“You know what man, just don’t talk to me right now.”

       
“OK, OK, I understand.”

        Marcus remained silent until Jay
became uncomfortable and cast Marcus a half-hearted smile.  Marcus picking
up on the cue turned and said,

       
“Holy shit dude, how close was that!  Haha, was your favorite part when I
had my chute on upside down?”

        Marcus found it in himself to laugh
a little and just be thankful his friend was alive.  Moments later the
Paramedics arrived.  They began to drive over as Jay waved his hands to
signal that they were the ones in need of assistance.  The paramedics
casually pulled up, unloaded their gear and came over to Marcus.  They
began asking Jay and Marcus questions, then did a quick assessment, put him on
a spine board and whisked him off to the hospital. 
        When the commotion was over, Jay
stood silently in the field, watching the Ambulance pull away.  He watched
until it disappeared in the distance, shook his head gathered up his chute and
made way for the clubhouse.
                               
*             
*             
*

       
The ambulance slowly pulled away from the field, Marcus was in no danger but it
was standard operating procedure to have an ambulance come out during any
parachute incident.  Marcus would need a cast and to have an evaluation to
make sure there was no neck and or head trauma. 

        “My Yates? Do you know where you
are?”

       
“Yes, I am fine. You don’t need to go through all of these checks.”

       
“Actually Sir, yes we do.”

        The questioning continued to the
ridiculous and Marcus became more and more.  If his leg wasn’t broken, he
would have probably walked out of the Ambulance.

        “Where are you taking me?”

       
“St. Mary’s Hospital.”

       
“Oh, that is not going to do. Listen, I have a private hospital that I go to
for these kinds of things, I need you to take me there.”

       
“Sir, we are not a taxi service, our instructions are to drop you off at the
nearest capable hospital.”

       
“That is such crap.”

        Marcus reached for his pocket and
searched for his phone.  The ambulance driver told him to just relax
everything would be fine.  Marcus continued to struggle getting madder by
the second. 

        “Let me out of this fucking thing!”

       
“Sir if you do not calm down we will have to administer something to calm you
down for your own protection.  You may have a spine injury, just relax”

       
“Like hell!!”

        As Marcus continued to struggle, the
Paramedic prepared a sedative to calm him down.  He skillfully injected
the sedative into Marcus which worked almost instantaneously.  Marcus fell
into a deep sleep.

        “What the fuck is wrong with this
guy Bill.” The paramedic asked.

       
“That guy is the richest man on the block, he has enough money to buy and sell
us ten times over. I am however glad we don’t have to listen to him anymore.”

        The paramedics shared a laugh as
they pulled into St. Mary’s.  They unloaded the unconscious Marcus out of
the Ambulance and checked him in through Triage.

                               
*             
*             
*

       
James was late for work, he was often late for work.  It was not that he
was lazy or disinterested in his job, he could just never give himself enough
time to get ready.  James was a nurse at St Mary’s Hospital.  He had
not been a nurse that long and still loved what it was he did.  He was
caring, calm and understanding, unlike the rest of the staff at the
hospital.  Some people would say,
he has just not been here long enough
to hate it
, but the truth was James was different.  He had a heart of
gold and all of the best intentions one could have.  James was not however
the most confident person.  For as long as he could remember he always
felt uncomfortable in his own skin.  Yet James was gorgeous, he had a
swimmers physique, with rock hard abs, a perfect smile and bright blue eyes.
James spent hours poring over magazines of models with more muscular physiques,
wishing he could be like that.  The truth was, he just wasn’t built that way,
and really no one is.  The natural form can only sustain so much muscle,
he was his own worst critic. 

        James got out of the shower and
picked out his underwear for the day, it was 6:30.  He didn’t have to be
at work until 9, but he was tired of being late.  James stepped over and
into his boxers pulling them up as he did.  They were red boy shorts with
black ribbing around the outside.  He turned back and forth looking at his
ass and stomach.  He sucked in his stomach and twisted again, imagining
what it would be like to be more muscular.  He flexed his muscles
disappointingly.  His body was in perfect proportion, he was often the
recipient of female attention.  Sometimes he liked it, but most times he
didn’t. 

        He spent his time agonizing over his
choice of boxers, this was the level of obsession.  He had no choice as a
nurse of what to wear, you either wore green scrubs or blue scrubs at his
hospital.  Those were your choices.  After thirty minutes of twisting
and turning, he started to do his hair.  The same problem ensued, trying
to do his hair one way, then another.  That ate up another thirty
minutes.  Then the most ridiculous part of the ritual was trying on
different scrubs.  Another thirty minutes went by.  When all was said
and done he had spent an hour and a half, getting ready.  

        James went in the kitchen to grab
something to eat, before heading out.  He had resolved to the fact that he
would no longer eat at work, it was just taking up too much of his money. 
He put a bagel in the toaster and stood waiting for it to be ready.  James
caught his reflection in the mirror and went over to it to examine himself more
closely…again.  His blue eyes glistened in the mirror, only he could find
a problem with himself.  His light hair and eyes next to his tanned skin
was something anyone would be jealous of, but not James.  All he could
focus on was his bags. 
I have bags under my eyes, why do I have to be
stricken with this!!
 

DING! His toast was ready. 

        He sprung away from the mirror,
picked up his toast and rushed out the door.  James got into his 10 year
old car, which at the very least still started.  He was happy to have a
mode of transportation that was not the bus.  He battled his way through
traffic arriving at the hospital in just enough time to not be late. Upon
arrival his supervisor cast him an angry glance but said nothing.  James
knew all too well why, he was always late and this time he had beaten the clock
by about a minute. 

        “Good morning James, please be sure
to check the roster.  There is a parachute accident victim in room 3b who
just arrived.”

       
“Oh my, is he OK?”

        James was always overly concerned
with his patients.  That was just who he was and one of the reasons he had
become a nurse.  He hated to see people in distress and wanted to help
everyone as best as he could.

        “He has some cuts and bruises and a
broken ankle, he is unconscious now due to his rowdy behavior. The paramedics
had to sedate him, so now may be a good time to bathe him.”

       
“OK, I will get to him right away.”

        And with that, he got the wash basin
a sponge and some soap.   Proceeded into 3B and read the chart for
Marcus Yates.  Male, white, 41, no allergies, broken ankle and possible concussion. 
Patient may be combative. James thought to himself, he doesn’t look
combative.  How could someone so attractive be combative!  It was
rare that James would notice what his patients looked like, but Marcus was a
very well put together man.