Castrating the Wolf

Castrating the Wolf

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.

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Part One 

My name is Master J. I’m in my late twenties, about six foot and 175 otter built. I’m what guys call an alpha type, but I don’t go around flaunting it. My feeling is if a guy has to boast about being a “total top”, he’s probably suppressing his inner bitch. I like breaking those poser guys.

I met Wolf in bar. Actually I’d seen him walking a patrol in the area before meeting him in a local gay bar. Yep, he was a cop. Strutting around like a cock of the walk in his shades no less. A total diva on parade. He was a prime bit of beef. Standing at a bit over six feet, he had a gym toned body and, from what I saw of his tailored tight-fitting uniform, looked to be about 195lbs of defined muscle. I couldn’t help but take note how snug his blue uniform cupped both his nicely rounded crotch and tight bubble butt area. Later on I found out he was thirty-two.

Anyway, we met over drinks in a bar. We talked. He quickly told me he was no bottom so if that was my aim it was useless. I assured him it was clear to me he was another top like me{yeah, I’m  playing the game }. I told him I was happy just to shoot shit and drink. “One alpha with another”.  

After a few drinks, Wolf was soon boasting about being an alpha type of guy.

Wolf

You know buddy {Four drinks in and we were buddies…lol} some guys are just borne to fuck guys.

Master J

{Going with the flow}

I hear you Wolf.

{And some smug swaggering guys like you are borne to be bottomed }

I’d already found out his name was Wolfgang {German decent} but he went by Wolf because {to use his words} I’m a fucking fag predator.

Yep, fucking predator huh…my type for sure.

By the end of the 1st night I knew two things

1.    He was unconsciously itching to be taken.

2.    He opened up about shit when he was lit.

Now I never rush. I wanted old Wolf to be fully at ease with me. I play a long game. So, we met at the bar quite a few times. Wolf loved to ‘confide’ in his fellow alpha. Crowing about how he dominated other guys. He was now comfortable enough with me that he blurted out a lot about his actions.

Wolf

I fucked this guy online last night.

Master J

How?

{By now he was truly into his drinks. He giggled Yeah the alpha poser actually giggled. Yep some alpha huh. What a fucking poser punk}

Wolf

I sometimes, when I want some extra cash, go online and cash fuck losers. I love it when they beg me to fuck them financially.

Okay interesting. He was feeling the booze and I noticed a slight stirring in his crotch area too. Suddenly I just knew: the circumstances seemed just right to make my move. I suggested we head to my place to chill and drink. I said this conversation needed privacy. Wolf was so buzzed he didn’t object. After all, we had been drinking buddies for weeks, so his guard was down. Back home, with a few more drinks, combined with my encouragement, Wolf laughingly confessed he recently put on a mask and  got naked on cam flashing ‘some pathetic cash fag”. He sheepishly admitted too that he’d enjoyed sexually acting out even though the sub had trashed talked on him.

Wolf

I was kind of drunk, but it was fucking …I fucking boned hard buddy.. I mean once we both got into it I was crazy hot to do more.

Master J

Go on.

{I noticed he was unconsciously rubbing his crotch while recalling the story. I suppressed a smile. I’d found my opening. Wolf had gotten a big sexual arousal performing for that sub. Judging by the expanding mound in his pants and the look on his face, he was still turned on by that recollection. How to tap his closeted inner bitch button lay in that confession. I poured him a stiff drink and went for it.}

Wolf

{ He gulped it down still touching his package. His eyes took on a slightly gazed expression}

Master J:

{I pressed}

Tell me more dude. What you did. How had it felt?

Wolf

1st time I ever exposed myself like that on cam…felt like a slut but it was so hot , man. My nuts were full. The fag was getting off too. He kept saying he never knew an alpha could act like such a slut like I was doing.

Master J

Hahaha that’s cause you were a slut wolfie .... not much of an "alpha dog" that night huh.

Wolf

Honestly, I felt like such a fag, but I realized being exposed like that had me mind-fucking hot.

Master J

I bet ... going from muscle stud that shows off on his own terms to being a muscle fag being displayed and laughed at for how horny and pathetic right. Go on it’s just us be honest. How did it feel?

Wolf

Thinking that he was seeing me acting like a little slut and probably laughing his ass off. Shit Master J. Between us that mocking and typed abuse got me so fucking aroused.

Master J

{Bingo. Another key to tap}

A muscle fag.

A top dog turned slutty puppy.

Wolf

Yes, it was fucking hot.

Master J

Indeed ... wolfie must be in heat thinking about it right now too.

Are you? My muscle boy on edge

Wolf looked down at his obvious bulge. He saw me staring at it too and blushed. I also took note he didn’t object to being referred to with the more degrading name of ‘wolfie.’

Wolf

Yeah. Okay a bit.

Master J

Paw your bulge for me, wolfie?

{Smirking)}

By now I could see his pupils had begun to dilate. He was now breathing more rapidly. I took note a small wet spot appeared in his crotch.

Come on, I thought. You know you are turned on. Go for it.

 

 I decided to press it.

 

Master J

Go on rub it.

Wolf

{Mumbling then reaching down to run his palm over that rounded mound}

Yeah. okay

Master J

Tell me wolfie ... stroke that bulge and tell me how it feels.

those balls churning.

Wolf

{hoarsely replying}

It..feels…good

Master J

Feel your cock throbbing.

Wolf

{Reaching out to grab his drink with his other free hand and, still rubbing his bulge, he downs it}

Yeah. Feels good.

Master J

{Shit he is so fucked up and high right now. Time to go for it}

Don’t take your hand off that cock.

Use your other free hand to grope your muscle pecs.

Think about how muscled they are ... and how you're feeling yourself up like a bitch.

Wolf

{Doing it even more vigorously and gulping in air}

Fuck. Yeah

Master J

{He closed his eyes and slumped in the chair. Still massaging his crotch. His head leaned back. Yeah, he was lost in his sexual arousal. Time to bring him full cycle}

I like that you are horny wolfie.

You can’t help wanting to jerk off for me like a real slut huh.

Remember how hot you felt exposing yourself like that night on cam.

{Gulping in air. He opened his eyes. he could barely focus those blearily eyes on me}

Wolf

Exposed. So hot…such a slut.

I watched as Wolf unzipped and partly pulled down his pants. He had on fucking Andrew Christian underwear. He pulled them partly down to expose his now erect nine inches. His hefty balls were hanging over the underwear’s waist band. Wolf was clearly lost in heat stroking himself for me.

Master J

A real pussy dog.

Wolf

Fuck yes.

Master J

A pathetic loser bitch…like a dog in heat…bark for me slutty puppy

Wolf

Arf

GOTCHA I thought. He loves showing off.

Master J

{Laughing} You want more right…ask nicely now …bark.

Wolf

Oh fuck yes. Arf

Master J

That’s it bark bitch boi. {I pulled out my cell phone}I’m tapping this boi. Exposing you. You love being exposed, right.

Wolf

{His eyes widened seeing me getting it on my phone, but he never stopped stroking his shaft}

Shit. Exposed on video.

{Now gulping in more air but really doing a nice job of masturbating}

Please don’t pass it around.

Don’t want the guys I alpha to see it.

Master J

Boi you’re not an alpha ... just a muscle slut right now who is desperate to be used. Admit it.

Wolf

Fuck I need to blow.

Master J

If I want to pass it around, you can’t stop me ... you’re at my mercy bitch.

and that makes your balls throb even more doesn’t it.

Wolf

Yes {still beating off  while replying in a strangled  tone of voice|}

Master J

Beg me to keep it to myself.

Wolf

Please don’t to show it.

Master J

Tell me what a pathetic loser you are.

Wolf

I’m a pathetic loser.

Master J

{He is oozing pre-cum It’s clear wolfie is close now. I go for broke}

Reach behind you and finger that pussy before you spunk boi ... think about how fucked you just became in the last ten minutes and on a video too. All that muscle ... once a cocky jock stud ... strutting around in those tight blue and shades…showing off your ass and balls like a bitch in heat…now just a piece of fag meat to be used and abused.

Wolf

Just a piece of fag meat {he moaned} Ah fuck I’m close.

Master J

You’re just another a faggot getting high ... you can’t resist. You’re desperate to be used and degraded ha-ha.

Wolf

Yes…Fuck yes.

Sweet, I thought. I knew it.

Master J

Ready to be thoroughly used and displayed.

Wolf

Yes

Master J

All this time telling everyone you used fags ... but turns out you’re the biggest fag of all.

Wolf

Shit I’m cumming

Master J

As you do know you will be sending me a tribute later on…to keep this vids secret. Just think. You fucked over guys for money…wonder how they’d laugh seeing you cash fagging, huh.

{That did it!}

Wolf

{Bellowing as the first squirts spray out his dick}

Oh fuck I’m spunking.

Master J

Go on wolfie. Bark and cream for me.

Wolf

AH FUCK.ARF. ARF. ARF…

A Wolf shot some of  his spunk hit his chest. He finished and collapsed in the chair. A minute later, he finally lifted his eyes to gaze at me. he was still breathing deeply, and it was obvious he felt utterly humiliated by what had gone down.

Master J

{Time to take the alpha position and sear this into his brain that he’s no alpha with me}

Good wolfie. Your my fag now. Clean up, get your pussy home. You will meet me for another session here tomorrow or this video gets posted.

Wolf looked down at his deflating dick and nodded. I watched as ‘wolfie’ fumbled trying to get his junk into his underwear so he could pull up his pants. He blushed an even deeper red when he glanced up to see me smirking. He finally clumsily shoved his junk away from view. Saying nothing , my once smugly arrogant ‘top’ stood up then swiftly left.

“Round one,” I said as I reviewed the video. I knew this was just the first step in opening up wolfie’s true inner fag nature. By the time I was done I would pump my new boi to confess all his inner sexual secrets. I grinned as I contemplated the fun that was to come.

 

 

 

Part Two

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.

Part Three

For the next two weeks, I ignored numerous text messages from wolfie, asking to get together or, at the very least, to let him get off. I had to smile while reading the texts. I had succeeded in head fucking him so good that, he actually obeyed me when I said he couldn’t get off until we again met. At the end of the second week, I knew he must be bouncing off the walls. I’m not heartless so, I quickly set up a meeting. The guy who walked into my apartment was not the same guy I had first encountered. His swagger was gone. He had a haunted a look of desperation in his face. It was clear he was whipped, and even more obvious, that he was desperate to get his rocks off. He barely entered before he started, begging to do the latter. 

Wolf:

Fuck can I….I’m going crazy…I’ve never gone this long without pulling my pud and blowing a load.

Master J:

{grinning and holding out a large bottle of poppers}      

I think we can arrange some relief.

He gazed at the bottle.

Wolf:

Fuck. I don’t want to get shit faced again on that stuff.

Master J:

Well, if you prefer to wait another week….

He cursed, grabbed the bottle, quickly unscrewing it, then taking two long snirts in each nostril.

Wolf:

Shit.

His eyes widened.

Master J:

Take three more hits and we will let you blow your wad.

This time he complied without any hesitation. I knew his need to sperm was only going to be intensified by the poppers. Sure enough, a telltale rise in his crotch demonstrated that he was primed to blow. This time, however, I wanted more showing than his dick and nut-sack.

Master J:

Hurry up and strip so you can get off. 

Wolf:

{By now it was obvious he was high}

Fuck I need to pop {He whimpered. No longer the smug arrogant alpha, I’d reduced him to a pathetic pleading boy}

Master J:

Then my little fag wolfie it’s best you hurry.

I watched as my piece of prime meat quickly shed his clothes. Wolfie possessed a tightly, defined body thanks to the time he spent at the gym. Lightly haired in his chest area, he had a set of developed pecs that tapered to a narrow waist and its ribbed abdominals. I already had seen his thick slab of meat and hefty potatoes but now, they there nicely framed by his long muscular legs. He was already fully erect. He reached down to stroke his shaft.

Wolf:

Fuck yeah {he moaned as he stroked while rolling his nuts with his other free hand.

Master J:

{I wanted to test my control}

Hands off until I tell you.

He cursed but quickly obeyed. Yep, he was my beta boy. This encounter would add the finishing touches.

Master J:

Go sit down. We need to address one last issue.

Wolf:

But you said I could get off.

Love that whining he does now. Like a feeble teenager. Yes, this alpha has been properly gelded.

Master J:

You will and, as a favor from me, you can edge while we talk.

He sullenly nodded. As. He walked to the chair he gave me a nice view of his beefy, rounded rump. Taking in the movement of the rippling muscles in his dimpled ass was so inviting. This was a cherry I would pick soon enough. He slumped in the chair and, to my delight, took another two snorts from the bottle. Seems wolfie is rapidly becoming a popper pig. He let out a deep breath and reach down to run his fingers along his shaft.

Wolf:

Please, I need to get off so bad {once again, that lose whining tone of voice}.          Please can wolfie now get off…{ he’s fully accepted his new fag name}.

The finale to my project was ready to begin. I recall an Arabic word that my Kurdish father had once used to describe a guy who was a total slut...sharmutha. Now, gazing at wolfie, squirming in his chair with his hard-on waving about spraying dribbles of precum, the word seemed so appropriate. I decided I'd get it tattooed across his broad well-defined chest. A reminder to him every time he looked in a mirror. From strutting bull to cowed heifer...my little sharmutha!

Master J:

Did you secure the item?

Wolf:

{Still squirming in his chair with his cock waving about}

Yes. In my pants pocket.

Master J:

Good wolfie. I’ll get it and, as a reward, you can let your fingertips run along your shaft’s sensitive underside.

He sighed as he did as instructed. I quickly walked over to his pants, lifted them up, and reached into his pocket. I found the object of what I was looking for. There was Kevin's jockstrap. I could only imagine what wolfie had to do to secure that without getting caught.

As I turned, wolfie's eyes were closed, and his fingertips were running along the underside of his shaft. By now he was copiously leaking and moaning. I noticed he was also snorting his poppers. Damn he had truly become so pathetic! I walked over and draped the still moist jockstrap across his face, making sure to secure the leg loops around each of his ears. He deeply inhaled.

Wolf:

Fucking Kevin.

Master J:

Good boy. Now just breathe in Kevin's musky scent. I know you want to fill your lungs.

 He let out a strangled, contented sigh.

Wolf.:

Fucking Kevin's odor. Oh God. I want to fill it up my lungs with it.

I gazed at him. slumped in the chair with his strong legs spread apart. His thick cock was totally erect. His face wearing his partner's jockstrap and breathing in the heady sexual musk of the arrogant young black cop. His waving cock oozed even more precum. He was teetering on the edge. One last degrading push to go. I set up my cell to record.

Master J:

NOW BOI

Tell Sir about your last cash 'mastering.’

Wolf:

It was fucked up.

Master J:

{Oh yes}

How?

Wolf:

 I have this one fucker, Tommy, a cash fag who’s always copping an attitude.

Master J:

Go on.

{It was amusing seeing wolfie rubbing his cock wearing a jockstrap mask sniffing in that scent}

Wolf:

I can usually keep control of him when he challenges me by trash fuck talking him back into line.

Master J:

Go on wolfie, keep pawing that bulge and continue.

Wolf:

This time I couldn’t bring him into line. I think he knew something was up. The little fucker started complaining I was doing a shit job. Then  he began calling me names. I found I was getting a hard on. Next thing I know, I’m snorting some poppers and just letting him trash. Talk me.

Wolf:

{Grinning}

So pathetic wolfie.

How did it feel?

Wolf:

{Putting the popper under the strap and snorting}

It was so fucking hot. This fag is a total loser. When it comes to other guys. I mean, he always coughs up money if you degrade him. that session he was suddenly going all out for shit on my ass. Suddenly I started thinking what it would be like if this cash fag turned me out. I was so fucking aroused by then. I mean being a cash fag is the lowest. If he cash fucked me… a cash fag to a cash fag…. fuck I’m leaking really hard now.

He was truly getting that shaft wet. A few times he tried to masturbate by each time I swatted his hand away. I wanted him too stimulated to deny me my ultimate goal tonight.

Wolf:

{Pathetically whimpering}

Shit I’m fucking horny.

I need to pound so bad.

Master J:

What a joke…fucking "alpha muscle cash-master Wolf" leaking while thinking about subbing for a cash fag.

Wolf:

Fuck.. I mean, he was so fucking hot doing it to me.

Master J:

Stroke that cock slowly and think about Tommy reading what you just told me.

Wolf:

{Moaning}

Fucking Tommy …fagging in front of him… yeah.

Master J:

He knew he was not subbing for a true alpha or a master. See it.

Wolf:

Fucking me over… calling me a loser …a poser and a total fag.

I could see it was lost in a sexual heat in that image. Yeah he was broken. Now to sear it into his brain.

Master J:

He knows "The Wolf" so cocky and arrogant, is actually itching to be taken by a cash fag.

Wolf:

Shit can I beat my meat now?

I ignore his plea and continue.

Master J:

Confess wolfie.

Wolf:

Tommy, a pathetic loser, fag is making me his little cash bitch.

Fuck I’m so hard Sir.

I watched as his breathing deepened. His defined pectoral muscles expanded as Kevin’s heady scent filled him. By now a sheen of perspiration covered his muscular torso. The sweat dripped down the center valley between the luscious twin mounds of his muscled chest forming glistening pools in the deep dips that lay between his hard eight-pack. Such a tasty sight.

Master J:

No cumming. Got it!

Wolf:

{Whining}

Yes sir.

Fuck I’m so fucking high.

Master J:

I want you to flex for me and tell me how much of an alpha poser you are.

I watch him flex, enjoying those round biceps performing for me.

Wolf:

Shit I’m totally leaking now ha-ha.

Master J:

Aw, look at how much that cock is leaking....just a fucking muscle sharmutha.

Wolf:

{Flexing}

Yes. I’m a sharmutha.

Master J:

I want you to take another hit then reach back to rub that "total top" hole of yours wolfie.

Wolf:

Fucccc

Master J:

Take off that jockstrap, look straight at the camera ... and tell Tommy how he was right and that you’re just aching to be fucked over  by him. as you do, rube that hole sharmutha. Beg him to cash fuck you. Tell him how hungry the ex-total top wolfie’s hole is for cash fucking… go on, do it as you’re fingering yourself…remember, Tommy watching.

Wolf:

{Eyes barely focusing. He begins moaning even as he uses more of the poppers}

Tommy, you’re totally right. I fucking got a raging hard on when you trash talked  me. Take my fucking  cop ass. Cash fuck me…make me a little cash bitch. Shit I’m so hot.

I watch as he babbles more and more. Giving up his passwords to his cash master accounts to “Tommy” for cash draining..

Master J:

He’s watching. Now he’s cash fucking your online accounts. Pumping all your cash master money into his hands while you finger out your pussy in front of him.

Wolf:

God that is fucking head fucking hot.

Master J:

Yeah, cash fag Tommy is gonna pump the "cash master" out of big bucks, ha-ha. Tell him to do it!

Wolf:

Fuck me Tommy.

Do it. I’m so hard.

Master J:

Yeah the poser total "alpha dom" getting cash creamed by his own cash faggot.

Wolf:

{Loudly gasping}

Ah shit I think I’m going to pop my wad.

Master J:

No cumming! You don’t have permission! Keep your hands off that cock ... but keep those fingers on that hole.

Wolf:

My head is a bit fuzzy.

Fuckkkkk.

Master J:

That’s ok wolfie ... no need to think, just stroke and be a good fagged "dom."

Wolf:

Ah fuck I’m fagged.

Master J:

Admit you like being a fagged ex-dom ... you like admitting you were a poser alpha. It really turns you on. Sniffing Kevin’s funky Musk. You want to be Officer’s Kevin’s bitch and have Tommy cash fuck your sorry ass.

Wolf:

Fuck yes.

Master J:

Take another hit and let me hear you say it. Go on. Spread those legs wide like a good bitched ex-total top. I bet "The Wolf" thought he was such hot shit in his alpha days .... thought nothing could be better than being a total top and online dom. I bet he was certain he'd never get turned on being a pathetic cash fag or bottom muscle sharmutha, huh. Ah, but now our wolfie knows better huh.

Wolf:

Fuck yes.

Master J:

"Fuck yes" what wolfie?

Wolf:

Fuck yes. I get turned on being a pathetic, bottom, muscle sharmutha!

God, my hole feels so good getting fingered out.

I don’t think I can hold off much longer.

By now, wolfie was in full heat and squirming about in his chair. It was clear his trip through these latest sets of fantasies, coupled with his enforced chastity had rendered him totally pliable to my finale in his castration of any shred left in him as some type of alpha.

Wolf:

{Sobbing as I swatted his hands away from his  both his hole and his leaking erection}

Please, please, please. I'm begging. I wanna. Shoot so fucking bad.

  Master J :

 {He was ready}

 I’ll let you get off while I’m fucking you.

I waited to see if he would give up his ass like a true bitch. He was so high and in such desperation to bust a nut that he quickly nodded. No protests. No outrage. He easily gave up his smug sense of manhood.

 I quickly disrobed and went up to him. I grabbed both his legs moving him forward so his upper body lay flat on the seat of the chair with his beefy butt dangling off the edge. I draped  his long, powerful legs across each of my shoulders, so he was spread open for me to expose my objective, wolfies untouched virginal little hole.

Wolf:

Fuck me so I can cum!

{He moaned as once more I pushed his hand from his dick}

I spit on it then used my thumb to rub it around and slightly into the anal entryway. I spit on my own erection.

Wolf:

Hurry up, please. I need to get off so fucking bad.

It was clear that was only thing on his mind. The fact that my dick was just about ready to pop his ass took second place in his fevered brain.

Master J:

          Take another few hits on those poppers.

He took three snorts. {Yep a popper pig alright}. A goofy grin came to his face, and I felt the ringed muscles in his asshole slacken. I eased into him.

Wolf:

{Taking more hits}

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

He thrashed about on the chair as I plowed away his virginity. As I fucked him, I reached down to grab his waving shaft to masturbate him.

Master J:

Think of Kevin fucking your white ass. Think of Tommy cash fucking you as Kevin plows into you.

Wolf:

{Shrieking in pleasure and still sniffing away}

 Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck yes! They’re fucking me!

I kept up my trashing talking about Kevin and Tommy as I stroked and fucked him. Throughout it all he lay on the chair, his eyes rolled back in its sockets, high as shit, begging for more, and easily giving up his once boasted “top only” ass.

After one hard inward thrust I tapped his bitch button. He let out a loud howl.

Wolf:

 I'm going to come.

{He began to ejaculate}

         I grabbed his cock, as he began to squirt and aimed it so he cream-pied his own face. I felt his inner ass muscles clamp around my shaft. I couldn't hold back and flooded my searing hot cream into him. It was at that precise moment. wolfie was fully bred. My little sharmutha let out another howl as my hot seed filled him.  Drugged up and exhausted by his exertions he passed out with his handsome face drenched in his own jism. Moving swiftly I went to my room to secure a special item I’d acquired.

As the still unconscious wolfie lay sprawled out on the chair, I expertly secured on him the new chastity cage I’d acquired. I slipped his cock snugly into its shaft cage sliding it neatly into the accompanying base ring around the base of his balls.  I then locked the cage firmly in place with an internal cylinder lock. The open cage design allowed the skin to breathe and for easy cleaning without any need for taking the device off.

Master J:

{I stepped back to admire my work}

On whole it had a nice sleek outline that any boy would be proud to show off.

I dressed him and helped the semi-conscious wolfie out of my place to sleep it off in his car. Before I locked him in, I quickly wrote a note and tapped it to his chest that simply read:

I’ve mailed Kevin the key that will unlock the cage with instructions to only hand it to you after you tell him exactly why you need it. Bye my little sharmutha!

 

I visualized wolfie’s shock when he came to and discovered his very manhood locked down. I wondered how long he would last caged and in sexual frustration before he finally approached Kevin for the key. I took the liberty of scrolling wolfie’s cell getting Officer Kevin’s contact information. I then sent him the video where wolfie, using poppers too, confessed his sexual desires for his new partner along with a nice shot of wolfie in his cock cage. I texted he might find it useful to have a partner on a short lease to help him advance in the ranks. I had a feeling Kevin would enjoy his power over wolfie.

Finally, I sent Tommy the video of his cash master fagging out and confessing his fantasy about getting bitched by Tommy. I mentioned he might want to use it to turn his former cop cash fucker into his personal “piggy bank” {oh the irony in that term.} Wolfie the ATM that Tommy could money fuck for extra funds to use in the future when Tommy was cash fagging with another cash master.

Master J:

Well, my work is done. I’m off to find and castrate another alpha wolf.

The End

 

Til Martin og hans to lækre fætre. Kurderne mænd rocker!

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 . [email protected]. Humbling sessions with wolfie might be currently available