Daddy Arbitrator v. Cocky Younger Alpha Male

Round Two in Daddy Arbitrator's Hotel Room

Round One in the bank, Bart Williams slid off the bed.  He saw his yellow briefs pointing outward.  He reached inside his pouch and adjusted his thick 8" cock.  He felt wetness and knew he was leaking pre-cum.  He put his fingers to his lips and tasted the salty cream.  Jay Pritchard was one hot piece of ass.  An ass Williams wanted to own.

The arbitrator went over to the hotel room fridge and pulled out two plastic bottles of water.  Throwing one to Jay on the bed, he said “Drink up boy.  One more fall and you get fucked into my headboard with,” he paused with a grin, “my smoking gun.”  The chairman snorted at his own joke and took a big swig of water.  He looked down at his sweaty smooth chest and six-pack.  

Jay opened the water bottle and downed a few gulps.  He hadn’t expected to be dominated by the older alpha—especially given his height and weight advantages.  But he had often seen smaller wrestlers control larger ones.  He looked at his jock pouch and saw a wet spot.  Evidently, his cock enjoyed the older alpha’s display of dominance.  Pritchard knew he needed to regain his swagger.  He was determined not to become a bitch boy for the older alpha male.

The arbitrator turned back to the fridge to store his water bottle.  The younger lawyer saw his opening.  He leaped off the bed and wrapped his right bicep around Bart’s neck.  “Aaaagggghhhh!” grunted the chairman in surprise.  Jay ground his jock-covered hard cock into the older man’s crack as he applied his choke hold.  “Like that Bart, my big dick near your hole?” taunted the younger lawyer.  Using his 6’4” muscled frame, the blonde-haired alpha male yanked Williams backwards to the bed.  The silver-haired arbitrator tried to pry Jay’s bicep from his throat.  He was beginning to feel dizzy.  Fuck, the cocky alpha male was trying to sleeper him.  But not quite.  Jay loosened his hold and transitioned to a reverse bearhug, wrapping his arms around Bart’s mid-section and squeezing tight.  “Uuugggghhhhhh!” groaned the chairman as he gasped for air.  Jay lifted Bart off his feet and flung his body onto the bed where he rolled onto his back.

The cocky alpha followed and jumped onto Bart’s 46” chest pinning the arbitrator’s shoulders with his knees.  Bart looked up helplessly at the white jock pouch.  Jay was hard as a rock.  His mushroom head protruded from his waistband.  The younger lawyer cupped the back of Bart’s head and smashed his face into the sweaty bulge.  “How’s that smell, Bart?” sneered Pritchard.  The chairman inhaled the manly scent.  His 8” cock was so hard his cock head also peeked above the waistband of his yellow briefs.  Jay reached back with his free hand and dug inside the yellow briefs until he had the arbitrator’s big balls in his hands.  He clawed into them and twisted hard.  Bart gave a muffled shriek into Jay’s package as he was manhandled.

Jay finally relented for a moment.  He released Bart’s balls and let his head fall back to the bed.  He then pulled down the front of his jock pouch and hooked it under his balls.  Bart could only stare upwards at the thick 7.5” cut cock.  A pearl of pre-cum appeared on Jay’s slit.  The younger lawyer snorted.  He grabbed his shaft with his right hand and bitch slapped the arbitrator’s face with the head of his cock smearing his pre-cum on the older male’s face.  Bart could feel his own pre-cum pooling in the ridges of his lower abs.  Jay then pressed the head of his cock into Bart’s lips.  “Want a real alpha’s cock, bitch?” he said.  The chairman’s eyes rolled back.  Full of lust, he did want the cock in his mouth and throat.  He began to open his lips but Jay, laughing, pulled his dick away.  “Nothing but a slutty whore, Mr. Chairman?” he smirked.

The younger lawyer reached back and grabbed both of Bart’s 33” quads.  He raised them and rolled the older alpha over into a tight ball.  “Aaaarrrgggghhh!” cried the chairman.  He could make out Jay’s hard cock looming above his face.  A few drops of pre-cum hit his nose.  He was pinned tightly.  He saw no way out of Jay’s dominant hold.  “I giveeeeeeeee!” he screamed.  Jay snorted “Not accepted bitch.”  “Pleaseeeeeeeee!  I submit!  I submit!” came the desperate cry.  “Such a pussy jobber!” Pritchard exclaimed and let go of the hold. 

As the chairman’s legs fell to the bed, Jay still sat on his chest with a satisfied grin.  He slowly stuffed his thick dick back into his white jock strap.  Seeing his pre-cum on Bart’s nose, Jay dragged a finger across the jizz then fed it to the arbitrator.  With a pleading look, Bart’s tongue licked the younger male’s finger clean.

(To be continued.)