“Tug of War”

“Okay, you can fuck off now and get dinner going. I’ll call you in when I’m going to cum.” Felix said to Paul who exited as quickly and as silently as he had entered. Felix could see me processing the whole thing. “You look confused. I can’t tell if it’s sexy or hillarious or both.”

“It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Like what?”

“A bottom acting like an Alpha.”

“I wasn’t acting. I already told you: I’m not a faggot, I’m a Dom. The actions are different, but we both have the same philosophy: we’ve got goals and subs have the means to give us what we want. Yes, he’s my husband, but he’s my little bitch. Just like you.”

“I’m no one’s bitch, bitch.” I knew he was trying to provoke me, and even though I didn’t want to show he was getting under my skin, no one calls me a bitch.

“If you’re not a bitch, prove it. Fuck me like a –”

Felix did not have time to finish that thought before one of my large hands was wrapped around his throat. HIs tiny hands snapped up to mine. I pinned him to the bed as his legs wrapped around my waist. Eyes locked, two Alphas fighting for dominance. We were now locked in a game of chicken. Hands left throat only to slap the other fucker across the face. Spit was slung. And for the briefest of moments, I swear I heard him whimper.

“I’m getting close.”

“Me too.”

“You cum when I tell you,” Felix ordered me, but I had other plans.  “10,” Felix shouted. – 9 –  I heard Paul hustle – 8 – down the hallway. – 7 – He ignored my grunts – 6 – and impact play on his husband. – 5 –  His only focus – 4 – was to wrap his mouth – 3 –  around the swollen head of Felix’s cock – 2 – so that when he came – 1 –  Paul the bitch-husband-with-the-10” dick, swallowed his Alpha’down his throat, whimpering like the faggot that he was, thankful for being gifted Alpha cum.

Moments before Felix came, he looked me in the eye and ordered me to cum. It took all I had not to cum as I felt his orgasm echo through his body and onto my cock. I faked orgasmic spasms as Felix was drained by his faggot-husband’s mouth.

“Now give him (Paul) your condom. He’s going to drink your cum from it. I like to reward my subs.”

I turned away from Felix as I handed the empty condom to Paul. The faggot lifted it to let my cum drain out, but there was, of course, no cum. With the way we were positioned, the only thing Felix could see was the look of disappointment on his husband’s face. I turned to Felix who looked delightfully confused. 

I shoved my cock in Felix’s mouth and reminded him of this truth, “An Alpha cums when he wants, not when he’s told.

And before Felix could try to regain the upper hand, I gave him the force of my true orgasm. Felix would tell me at a later date that he hated and respected me for what I did in that moment, and he was glad to see I truly wasn’t some bitch who took orders.


As I rode the MUNI bus home to my apartment (this time without the “view” being as good as it was previously), I reflected on what I had learned; that bottoms can have Alpha energy, that having a big dick doesn’t make you an Alpha, and that it truly isn’t the dick, but the person it’s attached to that matters.

One thought on ““Tug of War”

  1. “No. It’s who it’s attached to that matters more.” Is a great explaination to how the person is more important than the dick. Great story and I”m looking for more.

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