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The Alpha's Dominion
The gym was a cauldron of sweat and steel, the air thick with the clang of weights and primal grunts. My eyes kept drifting to him—a man carved like Branch Warren, a bodybuilding titan with veins snaking across his massive shoulders and tree-trunk thighs. His skin gleamed under the harsh lights, sweat accentuating every chiseled ridge of his pecs and abs. A dense mat of dark hair coated his chest, trailing down to a sharp V that vanished into his tight gym shorts. His name was Dax, and he moved like he owned the place, his dark eyes scanning with predatory confidence.I’d caught him staring at me before, his gaze lingering with a knowing smirk that set my nerves on edge. My curiosity about him wasn’t just about his physique; it was the raw, magnetic dominance he radiated. That day, as I racked my weights, he swaggered over, his hulking frame towering over me. “You’re working hard,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt through me. “But you need real training. Come to my private gym tonight. I’ll push you to your limits.” His eyes bored into mine, a mix of challenge and promise, and I nodded, my pulse hammering.
His private gym was a dimly lit basement, all concrete and iron, the air heavy with the scent of rubber and testosterone. Dax was already there, shirtless, his muscles bulging as he adjusted a rack of weights. “You showed,” he said, that smirk returning, his eyes raking over me like I was his next conquest. He stepped closer, his heat overwhelming, and I felt my resolve crumble. “Let’s see what you can handle,” he growled, guiding me to a bench. But instead of a workout, he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Ever been broken in properly, boy?”
Before I could respond, his hand clamped onto my shoulder, firm and unyielding. He pressed himself against me, and I felt it—his cock, straining against his shorts, swelling into a massive, uncut weapon that pulsed with raw power. He tugged his shorts down, revealing it in all its glory: thick, veined, and intimidating, the foreskin peeling back to expose a glistening head that promised both ecstasy and agony. My breath hitched, a mix of fear and desire flooding me as he chuckled, dark and hungry. “You’re gonna take this,” he said, his voice dripping with authority.
He maneuvered me to a padded bench, his hands rough but precise, stripping me bare with ease. I was powerless under his gaze, his alpha energy swallowing the room. He positioned me on my knees, my body trembling as he lubed himself up, his massive cock looming like a threat. “Relax,” he ordered, but his tone was pure dominance, no trace of softness. As he pushed into me, the stretch was excruciating, a searing pain that made me gasp and clench. His size was brutal, every inch tearing into me, my hole struggling to accommodate his relentless girth.
As he fucked me, I felt my own cock betray me, leaking precum in a steady drip, shrinking under the intensity of his assault. Dax noticed, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He reached down, rubbing my leaking cock with a calloused hand, his touch mocking. “Look at this little clit dick,” he taunted, his deep laugh echoing in the basement. “Leaking like a bitch already.” His fingers smeared my precum, teasing my shrinking cock, his mockery only heightening my submission. The more I winced from the pain in my hole, the more excited he got, his thrusts growing harder, his grunts louder, feeding off my discomfort like a true alpha.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his hands bruising my hips, his massive frame pinning me down. The pain was relentless, my hole ripped apart by his unforgiving cock, but his dominance was intoxicating. He was the ultimate down-low alpha, reveling in his power, his thick, uncut weapon claiming me with every brutal thrust. “You’re mine now, cuck,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, and I surrendered completely, my body yielding to his control. The pain blurred into a twisted pleasure, his excitement at my torment sealing my role as his submissive.
When he finally came, it was with a primal roar, his body shuddering as he filled me, his grip leaving marks on my skin. He pulled out slowly, his cock still massive, glistening with triumph. He looked down at me, sprawled and broken, and smirked. “You’ll be back,” he said, tossing me a towel. “Alphas always get what they want.” I stumbled home, my hole raw and ripped apart, the pain a constant reminder of his dominance. My leaking, shrunken cock and Dax’s mocking laughter echoed in my mind, marking me as his cuck, bound to his will and already aching for his next command.