American Alpha in Britain

My dorm was a decent, modest sized room furnished with an oak desk and four poster bed, it had large window overlooking the rugby field which was currently occupied by a lower year class playing sport. I was trying on my uniform and despite the fact I had ordered a large, the uniform was an extremely comfortable fit, particularly around my crouch, ass, arms and chest. The buttons at my pecs were barley holding together, one flex and they would have popped clean off, even the little gaps in my shirt allowed my chest hair to be visible. My dick, well, I tried to shove it down the left leg of my pants but there was no hiding it, through the fabric you could see my bulbous head, even the veins on my shaft. Looking at myself in the mirror I laughed, I looked incredibly sexy I don’t mind saying but I was going to have to get another uniform. Though that would have to wait.

The semester had started two weeks ago, but because of my extraordinary circumstances (My dad “donated” $4 million), I was allowed to start late and would be given a tour of the school by one of the senior boys today, who was due to arrive any minute. Rather than change I thought I’d allow my guest a good look at me, first impressions were important after all, and I wanted to make a lasting impression. It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door, in no rush I decided to unpack a few things before answering. I laid a few clothes on my bed, particular my collection of jockstraps, eventually he knocked again. I answered the door to one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen, he was pretty, almost like a girl. He had light blue puppy dog eyes, dark hair and plump red lips that almost looked pursed to kiss.

At about half a foot shorter than me, he looked up and said “Good morning, I’m Oliver Sweetford, I will be your…” his eyes made their way down my body, inspecting my nipples, my hard abs just visible under my shirt, finally reaching the outline of my thick, yet still soft, monster of a dick. “guide for today” he sighed. With his eyes locked on my dick he took a big gulp “Are Mr Michael Koch?”

“Hey” I snapped my fingers, “eyes up here”.

The poor fag went bright red “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean” This is what I loved about the British, so polite and bashful. Easy to play with. I decided right then I was going to make this boy my bitch. Lucky him, my first bitch in Britain, not counting the train faggot, and my first bitch in Redbridge School.

I stood to the side and gestured for him to come inside “Don’t worry, you will make it up to me, Come in”.

Slightly confused by my comment he said “Would you not like to start your tour now?”

I did not like him questioning me, I took a step towards him, his face now level with my large muscular chest. “I said, come in.” and stepped back.

He got the message “oh right, yes, of course” and minced his way to stand awkwardly in the middle of my room. His eyes moved around the room until the found my jock straps.

“like what you see?” he asked.

“sorry, oh the” he pointed at the jockstraps, “I have, I’ve seen, I mean we all have… I’m not really a sports person” he rambled on.

After closing the door, I allowed him to keep rambling as I took him in with my eyes. he was a thin, effeminate boy. Though we must have been a similar age he looked younger. His uniform was far looser than mine, which left his body to my imagination. I sat down at my desk chair and spread my legs wide, putting my dick printed on my pants on full display. I looked him dead in the eyes and said “You a fag?”

“Sorry” he replied.

In the blink of an eye, I shot up and grabbed Oliver by his throat, slamming him against the wall. “You need to understand one thing about me. If I ask you a question you answer it first time.” Fear and shock suddenly overcame his eyes as my grip around his neck tightened. “Do you understand me? Nod.” He nodded, his eyes filling with tears as he struggled to breathe. “If I tell you to do something, you do it immediately. Do you understand me?” He nodded and again.

I released Oliver and walked back over to my chair as he collapsed to the floor clutching his throat.

“so, let’s try that again, are you a fag?” I said, back at my chair, legs wide. Oliver nodded. “I can’t hear you”.

“yes, I am” he said, still clutching his little throat.

“I knew it, can’t stop yourself looking at my dick, can you? strip faggot and get back on your knees” I demanded. he looked up at me, confused, but all it took was for me to raise an eyebrow and the bitch stepped to action and was naked in seconds. “have you ever sucked a dick?”

“Yes, I have” he said, bowing his head.

“look at me faggot” I snapped, he complied. “how many times?”

“I’m not sure.” I could sense the embarrassment, the shame, he had just come to give the new kid a tour of the school and was now naked on my bedroom floor telling me how many dicks he had sucked.

“that many” I stood up smiling and pointed to the ground in front of my feet. The little bitch scurried over on his hands and knees. I rustled his hair then grabbed his chin, inspecting his face and blowjob lips. “You are beautiful”.

“thank you” he blushed.

“So, there must be a lot of alpha males in the school who make you suck their dicks?” I asked and he simply nodded. “None like me though?” He simply shook his head, the I asked “What do you think looking at me?”

“That your uniform is very tight” he said.

“That’s just an observation faggot, what do you think?” I wanted to see how much of a fag this boy was, “how do you feel when you look at me?”

He looked directly up at me and softly, slowly said “I think you are exceptionally good looking… I think your eyes are incredible” I smiled at him, to let him know he was doing good and to keep going, “Your smile makes me feel… breathless… your muscles are so… big, I want to feel them and kiss them” damn this bitch was good. His eye then reached my dick, which was starting to thicken and so was his little one. “and your dick looks so big, the biggest I’ve seen.”

I patted Oliver on the head “You’re gonna make a good bitch but I’ve got some new rules for you” I said, once again taking his chin. “You must call me sir or “Michael, sir”, this is to make sure you understand that I am better than you. That I am your superior. Do you understand?”

“I understand, sir”. He leaned in a kissed my bulge, then looking up at me his bit his plump lips.

To his surprise I spat directly into his face “Rule number 2, you don’t get to touch my dick without my permission.” I then scooped up the spit from his face with my fingers and made him suck it up. “what do you say?”

“I’m sorry, sir”.

I then instructed Oliver to undo my pants and pull out my dick, by now I was semi hard and reaching 8 inches. He looked nervous but was licking and bitting his lips like a true faggot. I pulled his head up to look at me. “I’m gonna let you show me what you can do. You think you can do a good job?” I said.

“Yes sir, your dick is amazing sir, I will do a good job.” He then got work. First this boy stuck his tongue out and licked the pre cum from my head, he then worked his tongue around it, kissing and sucking it, taking the juices into his mouth. As my dick became hard, now standing solidly outwards, curving 9 and a half inches into the air, he took my balls in one hand and my shaft in the other, not able to wrap his entire hand around my thick dick he began massaging, his mouth, tongue and lips working my dick. Occasionally he would pull away to swallow, saying, “this is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

As my new bitch started to get into a rhythm, swallowing as much of my dick as his mouth and throat would stretch to, his hands wondered around to feel my large ass of solid muscle. I unbuttoned my shirt and soon enough my bitch’s hands found their way up my six pack, lightly covered in fur and on to my enormous pecs. I held his hands there for a while, enjoying the sensation of him twisting and playing with my nipples as his head was bobbing up and down on my dick. I caught myself in the mirror which turned me on even more, my unbuttoned shirt reveal my solid six pack and huge pecs currently being played with by a beautiful bitch sucking my dick, who I only just met.

After about 30 minuets of this I felt I needed to take over, the boy had only managed to get a quarter of my dick in his throat, plus I did want to get this tour underway. I pushed his hands away and gripped the side of his head, pulling my hips back so my cock head rested in his mouth. “look at me and keep eye contact from now on.” I said. “I’m gonna deepthroat you now” his eyes flickered in fear, “when I say now, take a deep breath through your nose… 3, 2, 1, now”. I pulled his head down onto my huge 9.5 inch cock, pushing forward with my hips until felt resistance from his throat, I pushed and shoved until eventually I broke in. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets but I gritted my teeth, tightened my grip on his hair and kept pulling his head further and further down my shaft. Finally, I had his nose pressed into my pubes and his chin hitting my balls. This boy was writhing, his little hands slapping my thighs as his eyes begged for air.

The feeling of this boy’s throat muscles convulsing around my cock was so intense I held the bitch’s head there longer than I should have. Not wanting to kill my first bitch before lunch time I pulled my dick all the way out to allow him a moment breathe, before ramming it all the way back in. I kept that up for a few minuets, eventually picking up speed I began fucking his skull until I felt my balls tighten. With one final thrust I slammed my dick all the way down, “Oh fuck bitch, you suck dick good” I moaned as I shot my load of cum directly down his throat.

Releasing his head from my grip, Oliver dropped to the floor, his face covered in spit and snot, he coughed, desperately trying to regain his breath. After giving him a few moments to regain composure I snapped my fingers.

“Look at me.” I told him, and he did as his was told, his eye were blood shot and watery. And he was still struggling for breath. “How was that? Honestly”

He looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes, placed his hands on my thighs and said “I’ve never met anyone like you, that was incredible” he then looked down to his soft dick, his stomach and crouch were covered in cum. “You made me cum, sir. Michael, sir, I’ve never cum with out touching before”

I laughed, “Youre a better bitch than I could have hoped for, and don’t worry, so long as you do everything I tell you, You will get to suck my dick and more.” I said as I was slapping my fat soft cock against his head.

“Sir” he said softly. “I have something to tell you, I’m already someone’s bitch”

Oliver went on to tell me about Hugo Robinson, the head boy and captain of the rugby team. Hugo, he told me, made him and lots of other weaker boys suck his dick and his friend’s dick. But it didn’t end there, Hugo and his friends, Edward and Grant, would regularly humiliate Oliver and others, bullying them in front of everyone in the common room. Hugo was the biggest guy in school, until I got here, and so strong that even his friends feared him. Oliver said that last year Hugo and Edward got into a fight that ended with Edward taking a huge beating and being for to publicly apologise to Hugo in the common room, on his knees, wearing a bra and panties.

I was looking forward to meeting this, Hugo.