American Alpha in Britain

Today was my 18th Birthday and I was spending on a train from London to begin my year at Redbridge School for boys. I had moved from America the week before after persuading my father that if was going to get into Oxford, were he attended, I should spend some time in an elite British School, to learn how to fit in. He had spent the last 8 months in London negotiating the takeover of a collection of steel factories and looked like he would need to be here for another year to ensure the deal went smoothly, so he agreed. Attending Oxford was not the only reason I wanted to move here, I had a thing for British guys, I spent two weeks in Bermuda fucking a guy from a place called Surrey and decided I wanted to come here and see what else this Island had offer and what better place to find guys than an all-boys boarding school. I heard that British boarding schools were some of the most brutal and competitive in the world, rife with bullying, a true dog eat dog world, which sounded like a challenge to me. I’ve played football since I was a kid, but rugby seemed like a different league. No pads, no helmet, just skin on skin. So, I spent the summer training my ass off to build on my already muscular frame. I also hired a boxing coach and even fought a few bouts. I did not intend on being bullied, in fact I intended to take over.

I cannot lie to you, I am hot, I know it. I noticed early on in life that I have this effect on people that is undeniable. I’m 6 foot 3 inches tall, my wait is 30 inches my chest 45inches and my biceps 19inches, proportions most guys my age would kill for. I have yet to meet a person I wanted to fuck who didn’t want to fuck me. I will inherit my father’s wealth but from my mother I get beauty. She was a super model in the 90s and it’s from her I got piercing sky-blue eyes which contrasted with my dark brown hair, which I keep in a neat short back and sides. I had modelled for a couple of year, Abercrombie and fitch, Calvin Klein but my father was adamant I would take over the family empire, and not follow my mother into modelling. A profession he did not respect, which is funny because he loved to fuck a model. And so did I.  

I was the only person in first class as the train which carried me deep into the English countryside. I sat on my laptop working my way through British TV shows, currently watching the original office, when the ticket inspector came through.

“Tickets” removing me headphones I looked up at him and he let out a small gasp before saying “please”, he was hot for me. He couldn’t have been older than 25, he had mousy brown hair and round brown that looked like chocolate buttons. I smiled at him letting him know I noticed his reaction, which made him blush. I pointed to my ticket on the able. He looked at it and tried to say “than…” not quite getting it out the first time after a little cough he tried again “thank you”.

Before he had the chance to scurry off I grabbed his hand “when you’re done, come back” I said, releasing his hand.

“yes, sir” he replied softly.

“good boy” I winked. His pale cheeks turned a crimson red, lips quivering as he headed away and out of first class.

About 45 minutes later I felt a figure approach from behind, I looked up to see the ticket inspector standing sheepishly waiting for further instructions. With my eyes I signalled for him to kneel on the floor, he complied. Shifting my chair back I exposed the bulge in my sweatpants, “give that a rub baby”. Again he complied bringing his hand up to my dick. I could see he was nervous, looking up and down the carriage but his nerves were overpowered by his desire. He first squeezed it, then began rubbing it. By now he was visibly shaking “are you hard?” I said. he nodded; his eyes now fixed on my bulge which was beginning to grow.

“It’s so big” he muttered under his breath.

 “Why don’t you take it out for me, get it nice and hard”.

He quickly tore his eyes away from my bulge and in a panic said, “Please sir, there are cameras. My job”

I brought a finger up to his lips “sssshhh” and then stuck it in his mouth. “suck it”. He did, as I forced my finger in and out of his mouth. He sucked it like a pro.

I asked him “do you wanna suck my dick?” he nodded, “do you want me to fuck you?” he nodded with even more enthusiasm than the first time. “Go to the bathroom at the end of the carriage, I’m gonna give you three minutes. I want you naked on your knees when I get there, do you understand?” Once again he nodded. I pulled my wet finger out of his mouth and rubbed it in his hair. “leave the door unlocked, go” he ran off down the aisle and I returned to finished me episode of the office.

15 minutes later I swung the bathroom door open to find my ticket inspector naked on his knees holding his little cock and balls in his hands. With the doors still open I demanded he let go of his dick, slowly he complied revealing his 6 inch dick oozing pre cum. his eye darting from mine, to my bulge to outside the bathroom, begging me to close the door. And there it was, the feeling I loved, the feeling I was addicted to, the feeling of having another human being at my mercy, under my total control, and now the fun begins.

I stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind me, “pull my pants down, bitch.” He hurried over on his hands and knees and did as he was told, revealing my massive dick stretching out my briefs. Still soft I was 7 inches and thicker than this boy’s wrist. I grabbed my latest bitch by the hair and pulled his face into my crotch. Instantly he began taking deep breaths in, taking in the sweat and dried piss and pre cum that has built up over 5 hours of traveling. He was in a trance and began licking and chewing my shaft through my briefs. My dick quickly reached its full 9 and a half inches and had long since pushed its way out the top of my underwear.

I wanted to play with my new toy more but an announcement came over the speakers, “The next station is Redbridge Town, alight here for Redbridge Castle and Redbridge School”.

 Knowing my time was limited I gave him further instructions, pulling my briefs under my balls, allowing my thick dick to stand at attention. I could see him taking it in, my cut dick with its large head atop a long veining shaft. “It’s beautiful” he said.

 “Get my dick wet now, bitch, I want you to work that tongue up and down” he wasted no time “that’s it, oh yeah, get the head, nice and wet, this is gonna be your lube” he frantically worked my dick, swallowing it as deep as he could go, chocking and getting it cover in spit.

When I was satisfied lifted him to his feet, spun him around, bent him over the toilet and rubbed my head over his wanton hole. “what do you want, bitch?”

“I want you to fuck me, sir, please fuck me, please fuck me, sir” he begged and kept begging until he felt my huge mushroom shaped head enter his hole. He let out a mighty scream, “oooh fuck, it’s so big”. Not wanting to make too much noise he bit is lip and began breathing heavily through his nose.

I wanted to give this guy some time to adjust but I didn’t have time, pushing a couple more inches in I asked, “do you think you can take it, boy?” of course, it was too late to turn back now, he was gonna take it.

“Yes, yes, sir” his breathing picking up pace. “oooh shit, grrrrr”, wasting no time, I had shoved my dick all the way in, his ass now pressed against my hips. The boy was now wriggling around, trying to adjust his hole to my giant dick, taking deep breaths in and out.

I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up so I could wrap my bicep around his throat. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered “I’m gonna destroy your pussy, you dirty little fag”. Gyrating my hips with my dick buried all the way I tried to loosen his hole, the muscles in his ass spasming and clenching to my dick. Slowly I pulled out and pushed back in again, my latest conquest moaning lightly, sweating heavily, the pain becoming pleasure. Reaching down I felt his cock was solid, twitching and leaking pre cum.

“You ready?”

“yes, sir” he replied him between moans.

With his ass planted against his hips I unravelled my arms from his neck, grabbing his forearms and pulling them behind his back. I used my new positions as leverage to drill my bitch a new hole. Slamming my dick in and out he was now unable to contain himself.

“Oh my god, fuck… shit... oh fuck you’re soo big”. With my dick relentlessly driving in and out of his ass my new bitch didn’t last long. When I felt his hole tighten around my dick I knew he was about to cum, I pulled his head back up to me.

“That’s right, bitch. Cum for me” still drilling him, I saw his cum splatter over the walls and toilet.

“OOOhhh, oh god” he repeated, his moans getting softer and softer.

Now I was ready to finish. I pushed his head back down, grabbed his hips and slammed his ass until I felt my balls start to tighten. Leaning my head back, I drove my dick deep inside and let out a roar as my my cum exploded into the ticket inspector pussy.

I pulled my dick out of his ass and he dropped to his knees and began licking my cum off. He looked up to me with those beautiful brown eyes and said, “Am I good bottom, sir?”

I laughed, this bitch was hot. “yes, you are” I slapped my dick against his face a couple times before letting him get back to cleaning it.

“We are now approaching Redbridge station” another announcement.

“That’s my stop” I pushed his head away and pulled up my briefs and pants.

“Sir, that was amazing, please can I see you again, I live near here, I will come to you. You are incredible.” Damn this bitch begging me really turned me on.

I pulled out my phone, took a picture of him kneeling naked in front of me and handed him my phone “put your number in”.

“thank you, sir” He added his number and handed me back my phone “what is your name, sir”

“Michael Koch, but you can call me sir.” I answered, leaving him naked on the bathroom floor.