Fall of an Alpha

The rest of the week was quite uneventful for Mark. The hotel wasn’t free from temptations, overflowing with twinks and femboys that didn’t hesitate to strut their stuff in his face, hoping to get some attention from the new, gorgeous and charming hotel manager. Despite this, Mark has remained strong. Sinking himself into work, brushing up on protocols, staffing, meeting with all department heads, getting his head around the financial situation of the hotel, which wasn’t doing remarcably well, but could be doing worse, and could be doing better.

Mark decided that the best way to figure out the true core of the hotel was to observe every department for a day or two, rotating between the Front Office, Food and Beverage, Events, Housekeeping and the executive. His favorites definitely were the F & B and Front Office. As numerous times throughout the day he got distracted by the trove of beautiful boys working in the departments. Waiters gliding around the dining room, swishing their hips at him, receptionists fully suited up in stark black suits and shimmering red ties, trousers perfectly tailored to their bubble butts. He was beginning to think that the front of house departments hired only on looks, and in some cases that was probably true, seeing that some of the staff were shockingly bad at their job, albeit beautiful.

He had been so close to pulling multiple staff members aside to get his way with them, dumping his load down their throats or in their willing mouths and sending them back to work, but he really needed to focus on getting on top of the operation.

It was hard work, and a lot of long hours, he was arriving at the hotel with the morning shifts and then leaving after the end of dinner service in the evenings, making his days last in excess of sixteen hours on average, but the longest day was probably when he followed the kitchen service.

The kitchen brigade were an impressive bunch of men and women, and it was definitely a department that the hotel could be proud of. Breakfast chefs came in at five in the morning, setting up buffet breakfasts with a specialised room service brigade, leaving the kitchen buzzing with activity almost every hour of the day.

The breakfast chefs usually left around ten in the morning and were relieved by the regular kitchen brigade that worked the lunch and dinner services and Mark made sure that he was there, present in the kitchen watching their service.

Lunch service ran like a well oiled machine, the brigade was really impressive under the strict command of the head chef, but Mark was particularly impressed by one of the line cooks. He moved around the kitchen with a certain grace, but didn’t really look like he fit in with the other burly types in the kitchen. He was on the taller side, standing at about 6ft, quite slender and had very defined facial features, making him very handsome. He was young compared to the other cooks in the kitchen, probably between 23 and 25. He was really putting the work in.

“Hey Zach, who’s that cook?” He asked the head chef as he observed the brigade at work.

“That’s Oscar, he’s one of our best” Zach said proudly. “He began training under me when he was 16 and now eight years later he’s still here, giving the rest of the oldtimers a run for their money”

“Can you send him to my office after service, please?” Mark said, looking over at the cook once more, taking in his twinkish look and noticing how he was filling out his chef’s trousers in all the right places.

“You’re not letting him go are you?” Zach said, looking at Mark.

“No, definitely not” Mark simply said as he left the kitchen for his office.

* * *

Mark carried on crunching numbers for the rest of the morning, going over fresh online reviews to try and identify pain points that needed to be ironed out. He usually starts his day with reviews to address them right off the bat.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Mark called out, seeing the door open almost instantly and Oscar popping his head through the door. “Oh hey Oscar, come in” Mark said with a smile, as Oscar came in, closing the door behind him.

“You wanted to see me sir?” He said, tentatively.

“Yeah, take a seat, you must be beat” Mark said, indicating to one of the chairs in front of his desk. “ I was watching you today and it seems like you know what you’re doing andI’ve heard great things about you, so I just wanted to say, keep up the good work.”

Oscar looked at Mark with a surprised look on his face.

“Uh, thank you sir, that means a lot.” He finally said, a smile spreading across his face.

“You’re welcome” Mark responded, leaning on the desk in front of the chef, taking in his looks as he did. Mark was salivating slightly as he looked the chef up and down, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers as he noticed Oscar glancing towards his bulge that was pretty much at eye level with him.

They chatted for some time, about Oscar’s training and other ventures in life, discussed their ambitions in the hotel and figured out they had quite a lot in common. Oscar was quite charming and throughout their conversation Mark was imagining bending the chef over his desk and pumping his load deep inside his guts. It was during one of those thoughts that he was interrupted by the phone ringing.

“Yes?” Mark said, slightly more abrasive than he had planned.

“Sorry to bother you sir,” Joel’s voice came through, “I’ve just been informed that Ms. Lind is on her way and would like to see you in the drawing room upon her arrival.” Julia Lind was the owner’s daughter and was pretty much set to take over as the chairwoman of the board in a couple of years.

“Very well, I will meet her there. Thank you Joel.” He said, putting down the receiver, giving Oscar a shrug of the shoulders.

“I’ll let you go, Mark” he said with a smile and a smitten look about him.

“Come meet me again either before or after dinner service” Mark said with a smile as he left the room, dashing for the drawing room.

* * *

“Ah Miss Lind…” Mark said as he entered the drawing room, holding his hand out to the young blond woman that was waiting to greet him, only to be surprised by a young Latino guy, stepping in front of her, holding his hand out to shake Mark’s.

“Mark, I assume?” He said with a sneer.

“Uhm, yes…” Mark said as he shook the man’s hand. “And… you are?” He continued, looking from Ms. Lind to the tall Latino standing between them.

The man was about 6ft2 shoulder length black hair, tied in a knot, and was wearing blue trousers and a white shirt which he kept unbuttoned way too low, showing a gold cross on a thin chain, nestled in trimmed chest hair.

“I´m Bruno Cortez, Julia’s fiance” he said, with yet another sneer

“Mark” Julia said as she shuffled past Bruno, holding out her hand. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, I wanted to go over the wedding arrangements.”

“Ah yes of course Ms. Lind. I was just reading the memo about the reception being held here the weekend after next, I’ve already got the culinary team working on revising the menu according to your wishes” Mark said with a smile, taking a seat opposite the happy couple.

“I expect to be kept abreast of everything on every stage” Bruno said with a sarcastic tone. “I’m not expecting some amateur hotelier from New York to be able to set up an LA wedding in a week”

“Be kind Bruno," Julia said, rolling her eyes as she sipped a glass of champagne that Philip, one of the sommeliers, had brought over.

“Thank you Philip” Mark said, taking a glass of wine from the handsome waiter, “and Mr. Cortez, let me be perfectly frank with you. I have coordinated the organisation not with dozens, but with hundreds of weddings of all sizes and shapes, and I am well within my comfort level of setting up a wedding of this size”

“Yet you are drinking on duty.” Bruno simply said.

“Only to be sociable, I have never seen a hotel manager refuse a drink with dignified clients, which you of course are” Mark said, keeping his hospitality smile intact although it was proving to be challenging.

They carried out the conversation, going over every bit of detail about the wedding reception for what must have been three hours. Bruno kept interrupting the entire time, contradicting everything Mark said, and it took all of Mark’s strength to not lash out at the obnoxious fiance.

“I will be moving into the Hotel from today, and until the day of the wedding, I’m expecting one of the suites” Bruno said as the conversation was coming to a halt.

“Yes, of course sir” Mark said, “Will Ms. Lind be joining you?” he tentatively said.

“No, she will not. We will be staying apart until the wedding night, if you know what I mean” Bruno replied, with vulgar hand and hip gestures, resulting in a giggle from Julia.

“I see, I am sure Joel at reception will be able to arrange for the best available suite for you.” Mark said with a smile.

“I don’t want the best available…” Bruno said, putting a highlight onto the word ‘available’. “I simply want the best.”

“Mr. Cortez, if the best suite is available, I will be providing you with the said suite, however, should it be occupied, you will have to settle with the next best thing as I am not bumping paying guests for your convenience.” This was mar putting his foot down. Putting away his hospitable smile, replacing it with one of his most domineering demenours. Bruno’s smile faltered slightly at this.

“Bruno, darling, the suites on the 18th floor are all excellent, you don’t need to worry about that” Julia finally said, attempting to defuse the situation.

“Right, that settles it” Mark said with an air of finality about him, the hospitality smile returning. “Ms. Lind, it was wonderful to see you, Mr. Cortez, care to join me in the reception to arrange for your room?” he continued.

“I will meet you there.” Bruno said dismissively as Mark walked away through to the reception

“Joel” Mark snapped as he got into the reception, resulting in a shocked look from the boy. “Put Mr. Cortez in 1808.”

“1808 has hardly any view though sir” he said, questioning the room choice as it was far from being the best available.

“I’m very much aware of that Joel” Mark responded. “If Mr. Cortez asks, this is the best available room.” Mark said with an air of finality.

“Yes sir.” Joel said as he immediately began entering the booking into the system.

“If he asks about me, i’m in a meeting, and come and see me in my office as soon as he’s done checking in.” Mark said again, shuffling away towards his office, not wanting to spend a second longer with the obnoxious man.

“Yes sir” Joel said, a look of longing in his eyes.

* * *

“Come in” Mark called out before Joel had stopped knocking, standing up from his chair.

“He was not happ…”

“Shut up and drop your pants” Mark interrupted him

“Uhm.. Sir…”

“I told you to drop your trousers.” Mark said again, grabbing Joel by the arm, pulling him towards him and bending him over his desk.

“Shit, Mark… What are you…”

“What was it about shut up that you couldn’t understand?" Mark hissed as he undid his own trousers, releasing his 7.5 throbbing inches.

“Mark, slow down…”Joel begged as Mark whipped down his suit trousers. “Please Mark..” Joel begged again as Mark spat on his ass, spreading the saliva over his hole.

“I’m not going to tell you again Joel… Shut the fuck up.” And with that he rammed his cock deep inside of him resulting in a loud screech from Joel.

“AHHHH, FUCK… MARK SLOW DOWN PLEASE… FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…”

“He told you to be quiet” Mark hissed yet again as he kicked off his shoe, pulling off one of his socks, bundling it up and shoving it in Joel’s mouth.

“MMMMHHHHH UUUGG” the sock muffled the moans as Mark began ramming his cock into the tight hole between his legs. Pumping furiously as he quickly reached his climax, dumping his massive load into the boy in front of him.

As he pulled his cock out of the boy, he replaced them with his fingers, swirling them around in his cumsoaked hole, resulting in moans of pleasure from Joel, scooping some cum out of his hole in the process.

“Get on your knees and pull that sock out of your mouth” Mark said, with Joel following his instructions immediately.

As Joel dropped to his knees, Mark immediately shoved his fingers into his mouth.

“Suck it boy.. Taste my load…” Mark said domineeringly as he swirled his fingers in Joel’s mouth, resulting in further moans from the boy. “And now clean my cock” he said as he replaced his fingers with his semi-erect cock, Joel slurping on it like a mad man, suckling on it as it was the last thing he’d ever get in his mouth.

“Now get back to work” Mark said as he pulled his dick out of Joel’s mouth.

“Thank you sir.” Joel simply said as he pulled his suit trousers up and left the office just as Mark threw himself back into the office chair.

Mark had needed that release after the meeting with Julia and Bruno. Frustrations build throughout the meeting, with Bruno’s attitude pissing him off more and more.

The rest of the day was no better. It felt like everywhere Mark was, Bruno was there. Continuously commenting on the way Mark was running things, trying to order the staff around, going as far as trying to make up new operating policies on the spot. Mark had to assemble every inch of strength not to rip into Bruno, but to keep his hospitality smile on throughout the day his cheeks hurting more every minute from the fake smile.

Mark did more damage control with the staff in one day than half of his career, endless phone calls questioning new policies that Bruno was trying to implement, complaints about new guest policies and he even tried to get a share from the staff tips. That was probably the drop that filled Mark’s bucket.

“Hey Bruno!” Mark shouted as he saw him in one of the service corridors. “This is a restricted area for staff only, guests need to remain in guest areas at all times” Mark said in a very fake pleasant voice.

“I can go where I want in this hotel, it’s practically mine.” Bruno said with an air of smugness.

“That may be the case in a week and a half, but right now, you are a guest, and I must insist that you remain within guest areas, oh and whilst I’m on the subject, I also must insist that you stop trying to amend any policies or operating guidelines, it’s disruptive to the operation.”

Bruno looked at him with a piercing glare. “I’m only setting things up for when this hotel is mine, better to have the procedures in place when I take over.”

“Oh you’re taking over are you?” Mark said, visibly irritated now.

“Yes, didn’t you know? Your position is only interim. I’ll be taking over after the wedding.” Bruno said with a smug smile.

“No, I wasn’t informed, but if that is the case then you are free to do all the amendments you like, but for now, I’m running this show, and what I say, goes.”

“Oh just you wait…” Bruno said taking a step closer to Mark, attempting to be intimidating with his tall 6ft 2 frame. Mark not flinching nor breaking eye contact.

“I shall, and now if you’d please return to the guest areas” Mark said as he replaced his stern demeanor with his hospitality smile and fake pleasantries.

Bruno kept eye contact for about 30 seconds before turning on his heels and swaggering away.

Mark’s day was much easier after this conversation, as it seemed like Bruno had backed down from his warpath of change and only a few questions on any policy changes filtered down to his office, and he could finally focus on some of his day to day work.

Mark hadn’t realised what time it was when he finally signed off on the last report. He had completely missed out on observing the dinner service and considering it was around 11pm the kitchen brigade would be finalizing the wipe down of the kitchens by now. He was quite disappointed as he would have liked to observe Oscar in action again.

The door opened following a light knock with Oscar poking his head in.

“Hey,” he said shily.

“Oh hey Oscar, I was just kicking myself for missing dinner service” Mark said with a smile, enjoying how furiously Oscar was blushing. “Come in, take a seat” Mark indicated to one of the chairs for the second time that day.

“Thank you, yeah, I missed you during service, but I'm glad to be rid of the distraction.” He said, blushing furiously again.

“The distraction?” Mark questioned, pussled.

“Yeah, the distraction.”

“I’m not sure I quite follow,” Mark pressed on.

“Well, the way you were looking at me during lunch service, and the fact how good looking you are is quite the distraction” Oscar said shily.

“Oh, I see.” Mark said, grinning.

“I’m sorry if this was too forward” Oscar said again, sinking slightly into his chair.

“Not at all. Be as forward as you like.”

“Well, in that case… I’d love to kiss you right now.” Oscar said, throwing Mark completely with his candour.

“I don’t kiss… “ Mark said finally, studying Oscar’s reaction, and he seemed surprised by this, but recovered quickly.

“Well… doesn’t stop me from kissing the head of your cock.” he then said simply, with an air of smugness about him.

“Well well well, we are forward aren’t we.” Mark said, standing up and walking in front of the desk, his dick throbbing in his trousers.

“Well… I pursue what I want.” Oscar said, his eyes fixed on Mark’s crotch.

“I guess it’s high time to put your money where your mouth is, or shall I say… mouth?” Mark said as he unbuttoned his trousers.

Oscar hardly hesitated in dropping to the floor and pulling Mark’s trousers down and immediately taking his cock in his mouth slurping up and down on Mark’s dick. It didn’t take long for Mark to grab the back of Oscars head and begin to relentlessly fuck his throat. Mark was surprised to find how little Oscar resisted the face fucking, just a slight push of the hips which was quickly swatted away with a single slap from Mark.

Mark proceeded to face fuck Oscar for about five minutes, again not one for prolonged pleasures, he ordered him to drop his pants and bend over his desk.

“Do you want this?” Mark said as Oscar leaned over the desk, spreading his ass cheeks.

“Fucking breed me.” Oscar whimpered, practically wiggling his ass toward Mark’s cock.

“Mhh that’s right.” Mark whispered as he spat on his hole and pushed inside of him.

I’m sure the Oscar’s moans could be heard throughout the service corridor as Mark began to fuck him with his signature punishing rhythm, his sole purpose was now to dump his load into Oscar’s guts.

“You want me to breed you boy.” Mark said as he continued his relentless fucking, the desk moving slightly forward with every thrust.

“Uh yes…ugh… please…ugh… sir…ugh… breed …ugh… me” Oscar replied in sync with every thrust.

“I’m going to fill your hole boy, and you’ll feel my load dripping out of you for the rest of the night.” Mark said as he picked up the pace.

“Uh..I’m cumming, take it you little cumdumpster.” Mark hissed as he could feel the climax building up in his balls and finally his cock burst for the second time of the day, coating Oscars insides with his load. Just as he was releasing into Oscar, the office door opened.

Mark quickly pulled out of Oscar, dispensing the rest of his load over his back and on the floor as he stood face to face with a triumphant Bruno, phone in hand, the sound of the phone camera echoing throughout the office

“Oh man… your ass is mine” Bruno said, as he walked away.