Mastering "Master" Mark
By Cracker
To all the small nerds who dream about taking down a beefy alpha jock and the alpha jocks who secretly fantasize about it too. Feel free to email me with comments or feedback. Gelded_alpha@outlook.com
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It begins:
Me:
I first saw him at a leather bar. He was called Master Mark and he looked the part. A bit over six feet, he was powerfully built. He was dressed in tight leather pants and a vest that exposed a very sexy and nicely hairy chest. He was definitely good-looking with wavy black hair and blue eyes. I figured he was about thirty-five. He had that typical "alpha air" attitude too. According to a patron, he was known to everyone as Master Mark because, "he's dominated & fucked everyone here and boasts never gave up his ass to anyone." Nice Alabama accent too.
I was African -American, twenty four, barely five-nine and, though I was in shape, I had more a swimmer build. I wasn't bad looking but in a sort of nerdish appearance sort of way. I looked like the type that other guys usually fucked. It was true I liked it but being a fucking submissive was not in my makeup. With a doctorate in psychology, I had an expertise in getting into a top's' head and turning them out into my bitches. A smug, muscled, bastard like Master Mark was just my type. A self-described `good old southern boy" that made taking him down not only fun but extremely erotic too.
Like most alphas, Mark arrogantly assumed he was the guy calling the shots and that all bottoms craved domination. My approach was simple. I merely ignored him whenever we met at the bar. At first he was amused. Soon, as expected, he was annoyed I was brushing off his approaches. You see Master Mark had his kryptonite: he was not used to being rebuffed and definitely not in front of others in the bar. Mark's usual play was strutting coolness to a sub's eager attention. I merely flipped around. Soon Mark was constantly pestering me while trying, and failing, not to show I'd gotten under his skin with my own indifference.
Master Mark:
What the fuck. I've given him my usual subtle signals he can approach me but the bastard just ignores me! Who the fuck does he think he is ignoring me? This nerd is actually blowing me off. By now some of the guys in the bar are snickering at me. One even asked if I was losing my touch. This Bama boy isn't going to let some young, black bottom make a fool out of him. No guy has ever rejected me before; doesn't he know who I am? I'm going to fuck that pretty ass and nail down who's his fucking alpha.
Me:
Things are going well. Ignoring him is driving him crazy. Watching him try to move on me without being obvious about it is fun. By now guys in the bar are noticing me constantly blowing him off. He knows it too and its clear it's bothering him. First time he has ever been blown off and it's clearly getting to him. I wonder how long it will take before he cracks and gets more overt about in his approach. What's the matter stud...not used to having a bottoms not cream to get your cock inside them, huh.
Master Mark:
I need that ass of his riding on my pecker. Shit why is he so fucking sexy. Every night he saunters in and I can't stop fixating on him. Arrogant ass! Tonight I decided enough was enough. I went over to him and told him he looked hot enough to fuck tonight. I offered to do it and that son-of-a bitch actually turned me down. He fucking blew me off in front of everyone. As he walked away on me I couldn't stop looking at that tight butt on him.
Me:
Tonight the good old boy finally took the next step and made a clear move on me. Honestly, taking in that hot body of his I was tempted especially, when he causally let his hand cup his bulging crotch while making his offer. That southern boy is packing heat. Couldn't help but notice his well-developed muscled chest under that tight tee he was wearing. Judging from the bit of dark hair peeking out under its collar, my soon-to-be fuck toy must have a nice bush covering those two nicely round pecs .Still, I politely let him know I wasn't interested. The look of shock on his face was worth not tapping his dick. He spent the rest of the night pounding whiskey while trying not to look like he'd been brushed off.
Mastering Mark:
I gotta nail his ass. I've never wanted to screw a guy as bad as I do with him. Not only is my alpha rep at stake...hell, he fucking turns my balls churning. Whenever I see him, all I can fixate on is convincing him to let me fuck him. He's driving me crazy. Shit I need to fuck him or I'll go nuts. Why won't he respond?
Me:
Well it happened. Tonight He was in the bar and I was doing my usual `fuck off" routine. He spent time drinking and staring at me. After a few hours, he came up to me. He was slightly drunk and his speech was a bit slurred which only made him hotter. Alpha boy told me I was the hottest guy he'd ever seen and then quietly asked what it would take from him to let him fuck me. I bet this is the first time he ever basically begged to fuck a guy. I whispered he could do me but only on my terms. I reached out to rub his crotch and felt his semi spring to life. He let out a light gasp, smiled and hoarsely muttered his agreement. I took one of his hands, placed it my jean's back pocket, and told him to enjoy feeling up my ass. By now he was panting with anticipation. As we left, I could see him preening about his success to the other guys. Of course it could be they we catching the sight of Mr. Alpha being led away, his hand thrust into my back pocket, all while sporting a boner too. Go on and strut , I thought, but in reality stud look whose leading you... I gotta-ya!
Master Mark:
He said yes! Shit, when he put my hand into his jean's back pocket so I could feel his butt I almost creamed. No guy ever had me this horny. Damn, I've never wanted a guy as bad as I want him. We left the bar. I usually walk first but this time he led the way. Still, with him in being front I could keep my hand on that ass of his so fuck it, right. My balls are aching to unload into him. Finally I'm getting into his butt.
Me:
He was all over me as we walked to my place. Touching my ass while boasting about how much I'd love getting pounded by him. Slightly drunk his, okay, sexy Southern accent was in full flower. All I could think of was how much fun it was going to be when I took this Southern cracker down. By the time we got to my place he was panting to do me. Within seconds my Bama side of beef was shucking off his clothes. Just as I thought, he had a nicely developed chest with just the right amount of curly dark hair covering his pecs. A thin honey trail led down to an impressively thick cock and even better, a low hanging set of balls. I stripped so he could see my goods too He smiled and stroked himself into an erection. From the look in his eyes my boy was hungry for me.
I turned so he could take in my ass. With his eyes occupied, I subtly reached out to hit a button on my bookcase and set my cam recorder into action. When I turned back my alpha was in full heat, he slowly walked to me while boasting about showing me the best sex I'd ever had. He stopped short when I began laughing. It was then I went for it. I told him that he'd agreed that he could fuck me but only on my terms. The look on his face. I mean he was standing there buck naked, sporting a huge erection, ready to go, and I was setting up terms. Priceless! He began cursing but I simply said if he wasn't ready to do what I said he could go. He was halfway dressed when I causally mentioned I might tell the guys in the bar that he failed to do me. That brought him up short. He stood there, pants around his feet glaring at me. His cock was still hard while I reminded him that he might look stupid to the other guys if that happened . He glanced at his waving bone; when he looked back at me I could see the hunger in his eyes as I touched my body. He let out a long breath and agreed.
Master Mark:
He fucking set conditions with us buck naked standing in front of each other! The fucking faggot actually meant it about setting conditions on fucking him. Worse, he threatened to tell guys I failed to pop him if I walked out. I just stared at him. Half of me wanted to say fuck off but another part of me took in his tight, leanly muscled body and his sweetly rounded, dimpled, dark-hued ass. By now I was so fucking turned on by him...shit I agreed. I need to nail him so bad right now! I've never wanted a guy this bad before nor had to work this hard to get him.
Me:
By now he is so aroused by my teasing actions it's almost too easy. I told him he needed to politely ask for permission to fuck me. He ranted about me being a cock tease. I stood in front of him letting him take in my body and, turning from him, gave him a good view of my bubble butt. From the boner he had throughout it all, I knew he'd crack. At some point he stopped, looked at me and fucking asked if we could fuck! I played it coy and said we would but only if he did a decent foreplay. He muttered about being a good fuck. I replied that so far he hadn't show any talent in bedding a guy. That threw him; I doubt any guy had ever questioned his abilities in bed. I will say he energetically showed me his moves. For a top he knew how to basically suck a guy. He gagged at bit whenever I pressed his head down onto my cock but quickly learned to relax as I face fucked him. So hot seeing his muscled, bigger torso on his knees before me and helplessly floundering down there while completely under my control. I couldn't help but mention to him how I thought his Southern ancestors would flip seeing him using his white lips on my meat. He moaned but, fuck, it seemed to make him suck in deeper. Throughout it all, I swatted his hands away from touching his erection. I wanted him aroused and in a fever of sexual heat. Later, I turned around, pulled my ass- cheeks apart, and told him to dig into it. Though he was initially a bit awkward in ass eating, he took my instructing well. Soon, he was chowing down as my Bama cracker discovered eating out my dark butt was arousing. Honestly he wasn't bad though I refused to show any great reaction to his endeavors. As I expected, my seeming indifference not only cracked his self-image but also made him even more eager to try to impress me. By the end, he was slightly exhausted by our foreplay yet, dripping so bad into heat, he finally begged me to let him plow my ass.
Master Mark:
Mutha fucking bastard is really screwing around. Nothing I did pleased him. No guy ever complained about me in the sack. Usually guys are trying to please me in the sack while I lay back and enjoy it. Now I'm jumping through sexual hoops for him. He has me sucking him off like some dog in heat. When he mocking referred to my Southern ancestors seeing me cock sucking a black man, I thought my head would explode from the jolt of unexpected arousal it gave to me. What the fuck, right? Even more mind fucking, was me eating out my first ass. Shit, I could probably whip his but but instead I'm slobbering all over his hole as he tells me how to do it right! If the guys at the bar could see me grunting in heat as I'm chowing down on ebony butthole, huh. Funny thing though, despite his arrogant attitude, servicing him has my cock throbbing. Shit, no guy ever treated me like shit esp. no black guy yet, I harder than I've ever been with any other guy. Fuck I need to screw him so bad. Fuck it, my dick was aching and my balls churning so much I finally begged him to let me fuck him. I actually fucking begged!
Me:
Bingo. My muscled Southern Alpha boy was finally so hot to do me he actually pleased with me. Got it all captured on tape. Macho Master Mark clearly groveling and asking for my permission to let him fuck me. Judging by his waving erection and its copiously leaking precum, he's turned on acting like the bitch too. If this recording gets shown, his rep as a alpha top will be toast. Time to tell him, huh.
Master Mark:
He fucking tapped me acting like a punk. The bastard fucking played me like I was his bitch! I mean I should be mad. Instead I'm even harder to fuck him on whatever terms he wants.
Me:
He's admitted he's turned-on by how I was treating him. I've learned that sometimes guys like Mark never having experienced any sexual rejection before, they aren't prepared for it. Instead of turning them off, it gets them hotter to sample the forbidden fruit. Hold off long enough with these tops and yeah, they crack! Mark just learned that bottom guys can be tops and some overly smug tops might just prepared to bottom.
When I finally I informed him he could get his dick up my ass, my Southern boy bitch yelped a nice "yes sir" and got to it. After we finished, I instructed him on our future roles. He only fucked me when I felt like it and, only after he prepared me for it with a decent foreplay. Doing my ass was a privilege he'd have to earn. I knew that challenge would keep him hot for me. Sure enough, he boned again and agreed. Fro now on, in bed, I would always call all the shots. He may have fucked my ass but, I fucked his head into compliance by making my ass something he'd want and had to work to get into. I'm figured that soon I will open him up to the wonders of getting pegged but, that is something for a later lesson. Right now I'm just enjoying the fact that Master Mark just got mastered huh.
The End