When I write these stories, I increasingly find myself referring to faggots not as "he" but "it." Apologies if I inconsistently switch between them.
I'm not sure which I should use. "He" is technically correct, because the faggot is genetically male. "It" seems appropriate, because it emasculates the fag. But I find fem fags revolting, and I therefore only use masc fags, so maybe "he" is more appropriate since it shows my power as alpha male over inferior males.
I take guys who are straight acting, masc, or even straight, and use my power such that they want my cock. They need my cock. I'm not making them service me, but they understand it is their duty
It was spring break and the chapter house was basically empty. I was unable to go with the bros to Mexico. Long story short, we had a rule that the Sweetheart could not be a former or current gf of any guy in the chapter. Well, the rule didn't say i couldn't fuck her, so I railed her hard and ghosted her. She didn't like that. And if you've been in a fraternity you know that when you piss off one sorority girl, her whole sorority creates drama for everyone in your house. So to reduce the damage, I was told i wasn't going to Mexico. I was angry and I needed to blow my load. So I got a faggot to drain my heavy balls. He was short with a swimmers build and looked nervous when he arrived. I instantly knew I was going to destroy him. I practically dragged him by his hair to the chapter president's room. My plan for the week was to fuck a lot of bitches in his room and leave the used condoms everywhere. Unfortunately right now I was only throatfucking a fag... but there was a week left to pound plenty of pussy. Anyway. I forced him to his knees and put his face in my crotch. He was shaking in fear. "I own you, faggot. Rub my cock through my shorts. Feel it getting bigger and harder? Haha. It's gonna gag you and its gonna hurt. Pull my shorts down." He did and I slapped his pathetic face with my monster pole. "Suck it, fag. Now. Don't make me say it twice." He was still shaking, nervous. I made like I was going to hit him and he immediately had the tip of my meatstick in his mouth. It was instantly clear that he had no idea how to service a cock as big as mine. When i again looked like i would hit him, his fear seemed to change into determination. He even wrapped his arms around me and attempted to pull himself onto my dick. As was common with cocksuckers unfamiliar with my size, he couldn't even get halfway. "Maybe if you sat on the edge of the bed I could get a better angle," he said. I chuckled. My cock already had this fag dick-matized. He was practically in a trance, with only my big cock on his mind. He wanted it bad, and was determined to get it all. I sat down on the president's bed and was surprised how comfy it was. I laid down and relaxed while a cocksucker dedicated himself to pleasing my manhood. I thought to myself, this is how it is supposed to be. A faggot serving an Alpha male. The inferior training himself to please the Superior. I deserve this. I put my hand on his forehead and pushed him off my cock. Denying him my cock only made him want it more. I slapped his face. "Thank you, Sir." and he was instantly back to sucking my cock. It was like there was a tangible power emanating from my dick. I could feel it throbbing. It was directly communicating to this lesser being, telling the fag "This mans cock is the most important thing in the world." The fag's mouth and throat worshiped my meatpole in response to its power. The faggot knew he was worthless unless he was servicing me. My throbbing cock removed any other thought from his brain. I then held his head so just the tip of my cock was in its mouth. "Down, slowly, " I instructed. He, of course, complied. Still, he was only able to get halfway down my dick. "Up." And his lips, stretched tight around my thick cock, moved up until he was practically kissing my slit. He lapped up the precum drooling from my cock. I can leak a lot, and he felt the power from my cock telling him to get every drop. "Down." He slid down to the same location. "Deeper." He started to gag and I felt my cock forcefully enter his throat. He took another inch. "Deeper." He took almost another inch. He used all his willpower to overcome his reflexes and keep my cock in his throat. I felt the tip of my cock lodge in his epiglottis. I let him squirm and struggle for a while. Maybe a little too long. He puked a little. "Up." He instantly apologized. "God, I am soooo sorry. I love your cock." He started jerking my rod and cleaning up the small mess. "It's soooo fucking big. I want it all so bad but it hurts a lot. But then I hear your deep Alpha voice command me and I must obey. I have to obey. I must take more of your perfect cock, no matter what. I'm entirely meaningless if I don't follow your commands. You know what's right for me. Your giant dick belongs down my throat if you want it to. My throat must expand to make it happen, regardless of any consequences to me." Damn. That was a lot of verbal worship. I was now convinced the power i could feel from my cock was real. He slapped his face with my meaty dick and appeared surprised. "Fuck, it's just so massive. I want you to abuse me with it; show me how inferior I am to it. Make me abuse myself with it; show i will serve it. Fuck." He continued slowly stroking it while nodding his head up and down, to look at its majesty from one end to the other. I merely pointed at my cock and his faggot brain instantly naturally knew its duty to my dick. His lips stretched tight around it as it entered, and like a good cocksucker, he took it in. He struggled again (of course), and only made it to the depth he achieved before. Now he had most of it. But not all. He looked up at me, as he gagged, with tears forming in his eyes, practically begging me to command him. I waited a moment, laughing on the inside at how pathetic this fag was. "Deeper." He mustered the strength to take the last inch. Now he was clearly in distress and violently gagging. I held his head in place. "Stay. I like when your muscles spasm around my cock when you gag on it." Again I thought, this is how it is supposed to be. A faggot serving an Alpha male. I deserve this pleasure at his full expense. The feeling of his throat squeezing and massaging my manhood was incredible. Superior men get this worship. My cock felt a pulsating power. "Up." He pulled back, sharply inhaled, and started to thank me. "Sir, thank you for--" "Down." Everything from his mouth to past his epiglottis painfully stretched as my cock was forced inside once again. My dick head snapped past his epiglottis as he took my entire monster cock. Pure ecstasy for me; incredible torment for the fag. On a whim I slapped his face. Then again and again, harder and harder. Even punched his head. The cocksucker stayed put. The incredible power of my cock throbbed even harder. "Good, cocksucker. Up." And slowly it came up. "Thank you, Sir," he blurted out before taking several rapid and deep breaths. He held my cock in his hand at the base and swung it around, feeling its heft, its thickness. He smiled, drool dripping from his chin, and without even realizing, softly whispered "Wow." He put both hands on it, slowly moving them up and down and around. He wanted to feel every part, every inch, every vein of my giant cock. It looked like he was attempting to program every detail of my dick into his mind. "Down." His body was still far from able to readily take my meat, but he forced himself through the pain and the gagging, struggling to take my entire pole. I relaxed back on the bed. "Up... down." I started to use his throat to jerk me off. I wasn't even looking at him anymore. My eyes were closed in bliss, feeling the incredible throbbing power of my dick. I used the faggot for who knows how long. When I finally blew my load, I made sure to get a lot of it on the floor, some on the bed, and a little on the cocksucker. I wanted the president to see the cum. I also noticed the small vomit stain, and after a moment decided to leave it there. I figured he'd assume it was me that nutted all over his room and made a bitch gag on my cock, but he'd have no way to prove it. I hoped it would make him furious. He'd have to clean up my dried cum when he got back. I felt my heavy cock throbbing with power. Time to fuck a few pussies in this room.