Fall of an Alpha

Marcus had always been a fan of flying. There was something about the buzz of the airport. Excitement in the air as people were either returning home or heading to new exciting destinations where they would explore the world. Today, however, there were mixed emotions running through him. Today was the day he was moving from New York, the city he’d called home for the last few years where he had grown up in the hotel industry, to move all the way to LA where he had recently been made the hotel Manager for a struggling 3 star resort.

Marcus had been working his way up the chain in the hotel industry for years now. Starting as a porter about 11 years ago, working his way to the reception desk, then the concierge and finally front office management, and today at the age of 28, finally taking on a proper management position.

He was sure it was going to be a challenge, from his research the resort wasn’t doing great when it came to service levels, but it seemed to have a decent occupancy rate throughout all seasons.

Marcus, known by his friends as Mark was proud of what he did and he was known for his smooth yet cheerful character, in fact he was very well liked by most. Although he had his domineering personality traits, he managed to down play them throughout the day. Even if he let them loose in the bedroom.

One of the most important things to Mark though was his physical appearance. He was famed for dressing impeccably and when he wasn’t working you’d usually find him in the gym and occasionally drinking with friends in one of the many night clubs that New York had to offer.

As the inflight service began, Mark noticed that one of the cabin crew members kept glancing his way. He looked to be on the younger side, probably around 18 or 19 years old, slender build slicked back hair and a decent tan, peaking Mark’s interest almost immediately.

Around mid flight nature called and Mark headed towards the back of the aircraft. As it was an overnight flight, most people were asleep. He did however notice the eyes of the cabin crew member following him through the cabin. With a simple nod of the head Mark signalled him to join him.

As his piss hit the bowl he looked at himself in the mirror. His hazel eyes were staring back at him, his cropped brown hair neatly styled and the beard well trimmed.

Almost at the same moment he flushed there was a subtle knock on the door. He slid the latch back and the door opened and the cabin crew boy slid into the tight lavatory. He leaned in trying to kiss him.

“No no, I don’t kiss” Mark simply said, taking the boy by the shoulders, turning him around, pushing him against the door, reaching around, releasing his belt whilst pulling down his trousers just enough to reveal his ass.

“Mhh yeah, fuck me” the cabin crew moaned

“Shut the fuck up boy” Mark hissed in his ear as he pulled his own trousers down releasing his 8 inch cock, dropping down the floor briefly to spit on the boy’s now exposed hole quickly standing up again aligning his cock.

Mark could feel how tight the boy was as he ran his cockhead over his hole. He wasn’t going to be tight for long, he thought to himself as he rammed his cock into the boy.

The boy yelped out but this wasn’t Mark’s first time ramming his cock in a tight boy pussy, with the foresight of covering the boys mouth with his hand as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into his guts.

Markus wasn’t one for prolonged pleasures, this was not about some sensual love making. This was about him dumping his load deep inside him. He could feel that the boy was struggling to take his 8 inches as he plowed him, the boy whimpering and it didn’t take long for Mark to shoot his load deep inside of him.

As he pulled out he noticed his cum dripping down the inner thigh of the cabin crew member, just as he pulled his trousers up and reached for the latch again.

“I haven’t finished” the cabin crew said.

“I don’t care if you cum or not…” Mark answered indignantly. “…But write your number, no name, just your number on a napkin and slip it to me later and I might let you cum next time”

With that he left the boy alone in the lavatory with his load dripping down his thighs.

* * *

Mark was pleasantly surprised when he entered the loft that the hotel had leased for him. He hadn’t expected too much but they had gone all out. It was an old warehouse style building with large panelled windows overlooking a small park. It had an open plan living/dining/kitchen area with stainless steel countertops, nice breakfast bar and concrete flooring throughout. The bathroom was huge with a corner bathtub, a walk in rain shower and a full length heated mirror. The bedroom was very large as well, with sliding doors, large panelled window, walk in wardrobe, another full length mirror and an emperor size bed.

As was his custom after every flight, he immediately threw his bag in the bedroom and stripped of his clothes, turning on the shower. As it heated up he looked at himself in the mirror. He was very proud of what he had accomplished with his body and his frequent gym sessions were really showing off. His wide and firm chest was accented by a healthy growth of chest hair trailing down between his well formed pecs, fading into a light dusting over his six pack abs. His 5 inch soft, 8inch hard cock, always a bit perked up, nestled in a dark bush of pubes and his firm thighs and calves, extremely toned had the same sprinkle of hair. His bulging biceps were a huge boost to his ego, but one of his favorite features was the large dragon tattoo covering his right arm.

* * *

A surge of excitement was flowing through Mark as he walked through the vast lobby of the Hotel, the heels of his black Italian leather shoes were making a satisfying tapping sound on the light marble flooring. As he reached the wide mahogany reception desk he was promptly greeted by a young blond receptionist.

“Welcome to Hotel Athena, sir. are you checking in” the young guy said in a high pitched voice.

“No,thank you…” Mark said peering at the name tag of the boy. “…Joel, I’m here to meet Mr.Lind, he’s expecting me.”

“Certainly sir.” Joel said quickly, putting on a more professional facade as soon as the owner's name was mentioned. “I believe he is in the Rose lounge here to the left of reception. Would you care for me to escort you there” he finished

“Yes, that would be good” Mark said as he flashed the boy one of his signature smiles resulting in Joel almost melting in front of him. There was something about the way Joel said ‘sir’ to him that made Mark incredibly horny and images of the slender blond boy on his knees in front of him flashed through his mind, threatening to awaken the beast that lay dormant under the tight fabric of his underwear.

As the boy walked around the desk Mark noticed the signature sway of the hips indicating a true power bottom, again threatening to unleash the beast. Not able to take his eyes off the boy’s ass Mark followed him, practically unaware of the route they took.

“Mr. Lind, Mr.. uhm, sorry sir, your last name” Joel stuttered.

“Ah, Markus!” The older graying man exclaimed as he stood up from his chair. He was wearing an expensive suit that had probably been tailored two waist sizes ago as the buttons threatened to burst from the jacket. “Joel, meet Marcus, our new hotel manager” he said smiling as Joel began blushing furiously. Maybe from being addressed with his first name by the owner, or was it something else?”

The conversation with Mr. Lind was pain free and pretty straight forward. He introduced Mark around the hotel as he walked him through the vast property and down to the basement where the staff areas and executive areas were located.

“This is your office” Mr. Lind said, opening the door to an unimpressive, yet private office. It wasn’t big, nor was it small, It had a couple of armchairs, a wooden desk and a chair, but that was about it. “You can personalise it as you’d like of course.” Mr. Lind continued. “Now let’s meet the staff, a new shift is arriving.”

Mr. Lind escorted Mark to the canteen where about 30 people were sitting with various refreshments, the noise of conversation dying out almost instantly as they entered. For a moment Mark thought the hotel only hired by looks. Almost everyone in there could have doubled as some sort of a model, but for obvious reasons the men got Marks undivided attention. It was like a buffet to him. There were men and boys of all ages, sizes and ethnicities scattered throughout the canteen. Slender feminine waiters or receptionists, well built bell boys, Chefs-in-training almost all sporting the same buzz cut as well as housekeeping staff.

“Meet your new Hotel Manager” Mr. Lind simply said, as Mark looked longingly over the buffet in front of him.

* * *

“Front desk, Joel speaking, how can I help?” Joel’s voice sounded even more feminine through the phone.

“Joel, it’s Mark, could you come to my office for a moment.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right there.” Joel said, a bit of panic in his voice.

Less than ten minutes later there was a knock on the office door.

“Come in” Mark called out and in came Joel. He clearly had stopped to freshen up his uniform as his tie knot seemed extra tight and freshly done and his shoes were gleaming unnaturally.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Joel said, closing the door behind him.

“Yes. First of all, I wanted to thank you for your attentive service earlier today. It was refreshing to see how refined the reception staff is.

“Thank you, sir” Joel said, blushing.

“As you know, with new management there will have to be some changes…” Mark said, hesitating slightly, seeing Joel's discomfort rising.

“Yes,sir.” He simply said, his eyes now focused on the floor.

“I have, however, taken… special interest in you.” Mark said, finally rising from his chair. His cock was rock hard from seeing Joel’s submissive attributes and his persistent use of the word ‘sir’.

Joel’s eyes flashed up briefly before they spotted the prominent tent forming in Mark’s trousers.

“And I’m wondering if you’d be interested in some one-to-one on the job training from me?” Mark said as he walked closer to Joel standing less than an arm's length away from him.

For the first time during this interaction, Joel looked directly at Mark trying to figure out the true meaning of his words and finally answering with two simple words; “ Yes, Sir”

Mark nodded his head slightly and without hesitation Joel dropped to his knees, leaning back on his heels with his hands on his thighs. This was clearly not his first rodeo. Mark quickly undid his trousers releasing his thick, rock hard, 8 inch cock from its fabric prison noticing the lust in Joel’s eyes.

“Open your mouth” Mark said with Joel following his instructions instantly and without hesitation Mark thrust his cock in his mouth. Joel’s jaw was stretched to the limit as Mark pushed his cock further down his throat. He loved hearing the sound of Joel gagging as his cock slid deeper and deeper, feeling the throat muscles convulse, trying to eject the foreign object.

Finally, Joel’s nose was being tickled by Marks bush as the final inch slid in his mouth. Grabbing a hold of Joel’s head, Mark forced him to stay there, enjoying the sounds of his violent gagging and the sight of tears streaming down his face. And then it began.

Mark proceeded to keep ahold of Joel’s head as he began to pull his cock out until his cockhead reached the lips, then ramming it back deep down Joel’s throat, resulting in him gagging violently again, spit and bile now free flowing from the corners of his mouth. Mark carried his brutal face fucking to the sound of gagging and whimpering.

Tears were now flowing down Joel’s face as he took the violent throat fucking that Mark was delivering to him.

As usual, Mark was only concerned about his own carnal pleasure as well as busting his load in a willing orifice and it wasn’t before long his cock began throbbing, announcing the imminent explosion to Joel.

Grabbing the back of Joel’s head, Mark pushed his head as far down on his cock as was humanly possible, spraying his load down Joel’s throat, again to the sound of gagging and whimpering.

It took a moment for Joel to catch his breath as Mark finally pulled his cock out of his throat, letting him take in the taste of his seed, but finally Joel rose to his feet, his face red and puffy, spit covering the front of his uniform jacket and tie, his cheeks tear soaked.

“Thank you for the opportunity, sir” he finally said in a raspy voice, still catching his breath.

“Go write your personal phone number on the pad on my desk, go clean up and back to work. I’ll phone you when it’s time for your training.” Mark simply said as he sat down again behind the desk, his trousers still open with his cock hanging out.