Alpha Olympics
by jobberinnyc
The sun was warm, even through the hood on my face and I could feel it beat down on my legs as I was carried across a mountan like shoulder. I could tell when we started walking through some kind of tunnel. His heavy footsteps echoed and the warmth of the sun went away only to be replaced by cool, dusty air. I shivered both from fright and the chill in the air and, even though the hood, I heard a deep, rumbling laugh. Suddenly I felt the sun again and I heard a loud sound getting louder as I bounced on this massive shoulder. Cheers? Surely I couldn't be hearing that. I was rolled easily off the shoulder and placed gently on the ground. I could feel two massive hands grab my wrists and hold them tightly at my side. The hands didn't feel like the soft skin of my own. They were rough and calloused and dry but warm. I struggled but felt no give in those hands even using all my strength I couldn't budge them. I felt tears welling up because I was so helpless. A second set of hands held my head perfectly still and I heard the zipper of the hood come undone and lift off my face. My hair was sweaty and it clung to my forehead as if it were afraid as well. My eyes had to adjust for a few second, partly because of the bright light and partially because all I could see in my face was a smile even brighter than the sun. I'm not a tall man, only 5'8" or so, maybe a little taller and in front of me was a man who seemed almost as wide as I am tall. He had hair a shade lighter than mine and wasn't much taller, perhaps 5'10" or so but every inch of him was solid muscle. I gasped and would have stumbled back, except for the hands, which still gripped my wrists and held me still. The man in front of me laughed and, through the thick pelt of hair on his torso I could see a chisled six pack. I'd never seen such defined abs through such a hairy stomach before. The veins that played across his shoulders ran down his arms like some sort of sexy roadmap and I licked my lips because even through the haze of fear in my body I wanted so badly to lick those veins. I couldn't move much because of the hands that gripped me, but the hairy man in front of me leaned forward and smiled. He snaked a huge arm around my shoulders and my own skin felt compressed just by the sheer weight and power of his muscle.
"So, listen, if you just hear me out and promise not to run or scream or do anything really stupid, then you can make the choice to stay or not, ok, fella?" His voice was deep. Deeper than mine, but soothing. Like whatever tone his voice picked would have me listening to him reciting the phone book and thinking they were the most important words ever spoken. I gulped and nodded. "Good." He nodded to whoever was behind me and the rough hands released my wrists. They stung a little from the blood flowing back into them and I rubbed them without thinking. To be honest, I couldn't think much between his voice and the weight of his arm and the musky scent I could smell from his hairy armpits. I had never smelled something so masculine and powerful. "So, what we have here is a little like the Olympics, ok? We have my team here," he turned me around slowly as he spoke and the sight made me stiffen under his arm. There were ten men, including the man with his arm around me. Each one radiated power and strength. There were several who looked like they just stepped off the stage of a national bodybuilding competition. I saw arms that dwarfed my legs, and thighs that made my waist seem tiny. I couldn't imagine the amount of time that had gone into building such muscle. Some of the others looked like powerlifters, hard muscles under a layer of hard fat. It would have been laughable to think of any of them even attempting to fit into a shirt less than a XX. Each one had either a t-shirt or pair of shorts embroidered with the symbol for Alpha on it. I knew immediately who they were. The Alpha frat was famous on campus, even when I'd gone almost five years ago. They were known as the jock frat. There wasn't one of them that hadn't come to the university on some sort of athletic scholarship. I avoided them like the plague when I was in school. I don't know if they'd actually made anyone's life hell, but given their size and strength, I was simply scared of their names alone. From what I could see this years jocks had grown in size from my days on campus.
"Each year," he continued, "the seniors of Alpha like to get together and have a little contest. We just call them games, but they're sort of unofficially called the little man Olympics. We get together a group of guys all weighing between 160 and 165 and we hold some, hmmm, how do I put it? Contests. See, you small guys are like our weights and we see which senior here is the strongest. Now, you'll probably get bruised up a bit, but no one gets hurt and we have a bunch of doctors who are our alumi brothers and they're all here to make sure nobody gets injured or anything. See, all the alumi come visit. And the alums give us a list of guys they think'll fit the bill of what we're looking for." He chuckled. "I picked you personally."
I stuttered out my question. "Me?"
"Sure. You're cute, for a small guy. You got a tight little body and you like muscles." I opened my mouth to say something, and he placed a thick, hairy finger over my lips. "Don't try to deny it. The alumni committee who picks out you guys, picks guys who are into the competition, but who are really gonna love the after party. If you know what I mean." He took his hand off my shoulder and stepped back. "Look, if you want to leave, no harm, no foul. We'll just put the hood back on and take you home, so you won't know where the games are being held or anything. But, me, well I'd take it as a personal favor if you stayed. I'd love to lift you up and down. I think we'd make a winning team." He paused for a moment, then lifted his arm and flexed. I could see the muscle bulge and shift, it's firm roundness begging to be touched. This man was sex on legs and all the blood rushed from my brain to other parts of my body. "What do you say, little man? Want to spend an afternoon with the Alphas?"
What could I say? Nothing. So I simply nodded. The Alpha frat boys roared and each one paired off with the smaller man they'd chosen. The man in front of me, took my soft hand in his and shook it heartily.
"Good choice, dude. I'm Richie." He pulled me in a gave me a quick squeeze. "We're going to kick ass today."
The Alpha men began their warmups. I could see a slight sheen of sweat form on the powerlifter types first. It was probably just my imagination that the scent of maleness became stronger in the air, but I got a little light headed.
Richie smiled at me. "You ok, there, little fella?"
I nodded briefly. "It's just a little, um, overwhelming."
"Yeah," he replied. "The Alpha boys are like that." He sat down on the grass and nodded to me. "You might wanna warm up too. These games can be as hard on the little men as they are on us." I sat down next to him and tried to copy the stretches Richie put himself through. "See that guy?" He tilted his chin towards one of the powerfliters. "That's Dex. Dexter. He's gonna be a tough one to beat. Saw him lift the back end of a loaded UPS truck once. The driver practically dived in the back to try and rescue some fragile packages. Dex ended up repping the truck, like, forty times. He's got some stamina problems though."
Dex's little man (did I really just think of a full grown, average sized adult male like that?) was feeling his mountain sized biceps. I could see both Dex and his teammate tent their shorts.
"That guy," Richie gestured towards a bodybuilder wearing both an Alpha t-shirt and shorts, "is Danny. Sweet guy, and bull strong, but I think we can take him." Richie stood up and bent down, grabbing me around the arm and pulling me up. I instinctively pulled against him, but it did no good. Even with my entire weight I couldn't move his arm half an inch. "Dude, if you fight me we're gonna lose and I frickin' hate to lose." His voice held the smallest bit of threat to it. To my surprise I found myself more attracted to him than before. He looked down at me and pursed his lips. "Ok, here. I'm gonna put my hands on your waist. You ticklish?" I shook my head no. He placed his huge hands on my waist and smiled. I could feel, even though my own shirt, the heat from his body. He smiled bigger. "I can feel you tensing up, man. Relax." He flexed his biceps and brought me off the ground. I moved my hands to his pecs first and felt the soft hair underneath my palms. The hair may have been soft, but the muscle under it wasn't. I kept my palms flat but used my fingers to trace each striation in his pec that I could reach while keeping my palms still. His smile grew broader and he laughed as I shifted my hands over to his biceps. I could feel the pulse from his veins and he spoke without the slightest bit of strain.
"Take your hands off my arms, little man. I know it's hard but stop feeling my muscles for a minute. Just let your body get used to feeling my hands on it." I reluctantly pulled my hands away from his solid steel flesh and let them rest at my side. My feel dangled a few inches off the ground as he held me at his eye level. "So, you're a publisher, right?"
I blinked, unable to figure out how he had gone from muscle lust to work. "Um, yeah. I mean I'm an editor. I do a little bit of everything. I proofread and work on themes and advise. It's sort of like being a therapist for the book itself. I try to get the parent, that's the author, to let the child, that's the book, be it's own creation and live on it's own terms. That's hard for writers to do, and--" I stopped as I saw him looking at me and realized how stupid it was to be having a conversation about work while being held off the ground by a man who could have ground my bones to powder with one hand.
He laughed a little. It was so sexy, my cock got harder. "Looks like you're getting used to me holding you. Hey, you're not afraid of heights are you?" He threw his hands up in the air and I flew almost two feet over his head. He moved a few inches as he watched me flail and then caught me carefully. "Heh. Nice, little man." He held me the way a groom carries a bride over the threshold into a new life of muscle and sweat and hair. "Smart guys are so hot."
Less than an hour later, as the heat of the day was lessening, the Alpha men led us to a locker room where we each had a tank top and shorts embroidered with the symbol for beta on it. I'd already guessed we weren't Alpha males, but this seemed to confirm it. Along with me in the beta locker room was Scott, who was a year ahead of me at university and we'd been in a few classes together. He'd avoided the Alpha's at school too. He leaned over to me and whispered that if'd known they had games like this, he'd have hung out around the frat house all day. I laughed and agreed and, for the first time, wasn't feeling so small and weak. That changed as we all headed back out to the field. The sun was setting but the small space was brightened by heavy lights shining on the grass. We could see, as we filed out one by one, the Alpha men all lined up across the feild from us. They were all different heights, weights, shapes and sizes. From fitness model beautiful to trucker hairyscary, but each one practically glowed with strength. Scoop neck tank tops were pulled tight across pecs that were expanding and contracting with the anticipation of competition. The Alphas gestured us over and each one of us went to stand behind the man who'd chosen us. Scott was paired with Dex. I wasn't sure who the rest of the little men were. I recognized a few from just being around the campus but I wasn't close to anyone.
There were announcements made, but I couldn't pay attention, because I was too busy watching a bead of sweat fall down Richie's back. It started at the spot where his hairline met his neck. It traveled over the top of his trapezius and traced a path down toward his shoulder blade. The bone stuck out strong and powerful amdist the muscle. I felt, oddly enough, jealous of his sweat, as if I wanted to be the one melting down his skin. I repressed my urge to lick it and snapped out of my thoughts when they said the first game would start.
There was a big air filled mat at one end of the small field and Richie explained to me when we walked away from it towards the other end of the field. "That's just in case we miss you. We call this one 'Pussy Toss'. See I'm at that end of the field right in front of the bag and one of the other guys tosses you to me. It's like catching a football. The first few contests test our speed and endurance."
I stopped walking for a second until he put that huge and incredible arm around me and nudged me/carried me away towards the crowd. "Wait, you throw us across the whole field?"
"That's what the bag is for. If we miss you you'll land safe. Don't worry. No one's ever been hurt during our games. The air pad will catch you."
"But what if the throw doesn't get us to the airbag?"
He almost laughed out loud at that. "Dude, no one, in the history of the Little Man Olympics, has ever not thrown someone hard enough to hit the bags.
We got to the end of the field and Richie gave me a light tap on the back and a thumbs up, then he started running. I was confused and looked around to see Dex coming up behind me. If Richie was a lion, with rippling muscles underneath his skin, with a grace and beauty of movement then Dex was a gorilla. Open and aggressive and power evident in each movement. He smiled at me. It wasn't scary, but rather the mischevious grin of someone's who's realized just how enjoyable it is to overpower someone who wants to be overpowered. He gripped the back of my shorts and shirt and hefted me effortlessly over his head. "Keep your eyes open," his deep voice grumbled, "you'll actually enjoy it." I heard a bell ring and Dex wound up by leaning back with me balanced over his head. He launched me into the air. I shut my eyes for a second, then remembered and opened them. I heard Richie shout for me to not flail and I kept my body as still as I could, enjoying the sensation of flying pretending I was a super hero. I began my arc downwards and I could hear gasps and shouts from the audience and the competitors. They were all encouraging Richie to catch me safely. I saw the ground come up fast and closed my eyes. Suddenly I slammed hard into a wall. The wind was knocked out of me and I came up with a thousand excuses for my boss and co-workers to explain how I ended up in a body cast. I was bouncing for a moment, the wind on my face and I opened my eyes to see the wall I'd slammed into was Richie's arms and pecs and I was safe, and unbroken and I grabbed onto his sweaty muscled body with both hands. We stumbled into the air bag and he laughed with abandon as we rolled over one another safe and sound. Dex had thrown me the length of the field about a foot from the airbag. I looked back at the distance and realized that he'd been right. Even if Richie hadn't caught me I'd have landed safely on the bag. I shivered imagining just how strong they were. Richie threw me casually over his shoulder and crawled carefully off of the bag. Once his feet were on solid ground he shifted me around and carefully hugged me.
"It's ok, little man, go ahead and cry. I know you were scared. Everyone gets scared during the pussy toss. That's why we do it first. Get it out of the way, so the rest of the night is way less tense." I started crying, softly as first, grateful to have been caught and I grabbed him around his muscled neck and held him close. He walked easily with me wrapped around him, using one hand to reach down and wrap my legs around his waist. I had calmed down by the time we reached the end of the field closer to all the guys, and he knelt down, placing me on a bench and gently unwrapped himself from me. "I'll be back in a few minutes, ok? I've gotta toss someone. You'll be ok?" I nodded wordlessly, and he reached out and used a huge callused hand to wipe the tears away. Leaning forward, he stuck out his tongue and licked a wet spot on my cheek. "I knew I made a good choice with you. We're gonna win this thing and the party tonight is gonna blow your mind."
Dex caught his little man, though I could tell from his run, the ten second head start down the field before the toss was barely enough. He didn't have much stamina or speed. Scott, my buddy from university, was paired with a tall, guy built like a fitness model. Richie told me his name was Paul. The guy who tossed him was another powerlifter type. Kenny. Kenny had a full beard and almost as much hair on his back as his chest. I was sure if Richie tried to tie me around Kenny's chest my fingers wouldn't have touched my feet. His upper body had to have been almost twice around as my entire body. Kenny tossed Scott long and Paul actually had to jump to snag him just half a foot before Scott would have hit the airbags. I had no idea how they were scoring and Richie didn't offer any explanations. I admit, I was focused on other things and didn't think to ask. After all the little men had been caught, those of us participating paired off while the air bag was deflated. It took almost twenty minutes and the big men seemed to be inspecting the smaller ones for bruises. Richie lifted up my t-shirt and began feeling my chest and stomach. I sprung an instant erection and I turned a bright red.
"Don't worry about it. You think there's someone here who's not gonna sprout a woody by the end of tonight?" He took a thick finger and poked me in the stomach. He was down on one knee moving my body every way he wanted. "Trust me, if it wasn't for the time it's taking for the airbag to be deflated, the whole audience'd be hard."
"Really?" I felt less uneasy about reacting so sexually every time Richie touched me, and tried to relax.
"Sure. Everyone who's an Alpha brother is into strength. And what's a hotter way to show off how strong you are by throwing around a wuss?" He didn't look up at my face but somehow knew I'd scowled. "No offense. I don't mean wuss, like weak. To me it's a compliment." He stood up after poking and prodding me. "See, I like a guy who's a wuss. To me and the rest of the brothers, it's a guy who's man enough to know that there's times he needs a bigger man to take control. Whether it's to protect you or to give you some direction when you need it." He put a big hand on either side of my face and tilted it up. "A wuss is someone who's strong enough to know that sometimes he needs someone stronger." He smiled at me and I melted. "I can't explain it better than that." His arms flexed and I wasn't paying attention to his face any longer. "What do you work more? Your chest or your abs?"
I blinked again. He had this habit of jumping around in his thoughts and I couldn't keep up. "Um, my chest, I guess. I hate doing abs."
"Yeah," he replied. "That's what I figured."
A bell went off and as us little men went out onto the field the Alpha's each grabbed a mat and came to join us.
"Push-ups are next. This is gonna be the hardest on you physically. But it's real important we communicate during this one, ok?"
"Sure," I said smiling. "I guess I can't hold on?"
"Huh?" he said to me. "Oh," he said after a second. "No, we don't do them like that. Too easy. Lie down. On your back"
"What?" I said, immediately not liking where this was going.
"Trust me. You trust me, right?" I nodded and lay down on the mat keeping my body straight. "So, we're gonna do push-ups, but my hands are going to be on you. The mat is gonna take some of the pressure, but you'll feel it after a few reps, ok? That's why you need to communicate with me. If you think you can't take it anymore, you tell me. If you can't talk tap the ground three times and I'll get off you."
I swallowed hard. "How much do you weigh?"
He ignored the question. "I'm going to put my weight on your chest." He straddled me kneeling over my thighs and pushing my legs together and keeping them straight. "I should be able to keep count, but you should try to do it too. I'm gonna have to balance on you and that's gonna take some concentration. It only counts as a push up if my chest touches your body. Don't lie to me and tell me one was an actual push up if it wasn't. It only counts as winning if we're the best." He put his hands on my chest and leaned forward a little. "Jeez, your chest is kinda puny."
I looked over to one side and saw the Alpha boy next to me with one hand on his little man's chest and the other on his gut. On the other side the Alpha's crotch was directly over the little man's face and a huge pair of hands rested on the little man's thighs.
There was a bell and Richie took his weight off of my lower body, holding himself towering over me. "Breathe from your belly," he said and then we heard another bell and He started his push-ups. His face came close to mine and I could feel his hard chest touch mine lightly before taking off again. His hands spanned my entire chest. I counted in my head, trying to save my breath as his weight was pushing air out of my lungs. I was glad he didn't wasn't pushing against me with the added power of his legs. He could have cracked my sternum with ease. I could feel his arms shaking, not from strain but from balancing on my skinny chest. Watching his horseshoe tricep as best I could from my angle I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. His abs pushed my dick down with repitition as if it wasn't enough that his strength could turn me on to the point that I'd begun to sport an erection whenever he brushed against me. It wasn't enough that every time I saw the flex of corded muscle, the twitch of a body part with enough power to crush ten men my size, the twisting of his neck my cock got harder than it ever had been. Every time he crushed my dick flat into my stomach, because even my rock hard cock couldn't make a dent in his abs. I'd counted ten and felt that my chest was going to collapse. He was just so damn big and strong. I shut my eyes tight and tried to concentrate on breathing slowly and low (keep counting), getting what little oxygen into my lungs that I could while Richie continued to press his body into mine. I could tell he was moving as quickly as he could so as to not hurt me more than he had to.
"You ok?" He asked as he came down. I nodded quickly. "Look at me." He almost barked it and my eyes shot open (keep counting, little man) to see his face come down to mine. His face matched the power of his body. His jawline was strong and masculine and his fingers kneaded my chest. In comparison, I could not, in any way call them 'pecs.' Richie had pecs. I just had a chest. "Keep your eyes on mine, ok?" His voice had softened just a touch. "I wanna see your eyes and make sure you're ok."
I'd counted 35 now and I fought the urge to try and buck him off me. Not that I could have moved him more than an inch, but his balance was precarious. He came down again, his face closer to mine and I pushed my head up and kissed him quickly as his face brushed against mine. He balanced on top of me, holding himself up and looking down at me.
"Sorry," I gasped. (Keep counting.)
"Don't be. I liked it." He came down again and this time he kissed me. On the way up I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip. Even his tongue was powerful as it pushed my lower lip over my top one. The second kiss was harder, more urgent. His sweat dripped on my face. Each kiss stole more breath from my lungs than I was getting back. He pushed his tongue from my mouth and I followed it up, bringing my head up as much as my neck would allow. I heard several men cheering us on. I didn't look around because I didn't care about anything but feeling his weight on me, feeling his kisses dominate me. He was so damn strong. I wanted to stay there forever, but I began to feel my chest and ribs bending. I wanted so badly for him to continue. To make sure he knew the pain was worth it to me. That every muscle he had inspired me to be the wuss he wanted on his team. But he weighed so much. (Keep counting.) His kisses grew more insistent and I wanted to push my crotch into his, to feel both his mouth and his cock dominate me and overpower me without even trying. I gasped when his mouth moved away from mine and slammed my hand on the mat three times. He immediately rolled off of me and I sucked in sweet, fresh air. It hurt to expand my lungs to their capacity,and Richie knelt by my side, cradling me as if I were a baby, gently rubbing my chest and belly with his think handsand wiping the sweat he'd dripped down on me off my face. The calluses on his palms felt good on me and I pulled in breath in jagged gasps. He whispered in my ear, but I have no idea what he was saying, just the tone of his voice and the deep rumbling of it put me at ease.
It was a few minutes before I could open my eyes. And I could see all the Alphas and little men crowded around us. We'd actually won the event. I smiled and laughed a little, then winced as my chest and ribs creaked. One of the Alphas knelt down and cupped Richie's hand.
"Dude," the new Alpha said to Richie, "that was freakin' awesome." He had dark hair and light eyes and could have walked into the offices of any muscle magazine and been placed on the cover. He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Incredible, man. You're one hot freakin' wussy." He looked up at Richie and smiled. "Can I?"
Richie looked at him. "On the cheek, only, Colby."
Colby leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. His lips were soft and the kiss was nothing like Richie's. Richie kissed me like he owned me and I knew from his kisses he could somehow be both rough and gentle all at once. Colby pulled away and gave my chest a little rub. "Hope you share him at the after party, man." He stood up and collared his own little man in a headlock. Kissing him on the top of thehead poking out from around those huge arms, I could hear him talking. "I wanna see the two of you together."
Richie smiled at me, helping me stand up. "See, little man, told you I chose right." I melted inside that off all the alumnni Richie could have chosen from, he picked me to compete as his partner. "By the way, 258." I blinked and he laughed at me. "You always look like a little owl when you don't follow me. That's what I weigh. 258. And we got 54 pushups in. Not sure how many kisses we got in there, though. I couldn't keep count. You're too good a kisser for that."
Richie rubbed my neck with one hand and reached down to rub my thighs with his other. "Better warm up, little man. The next one is a long event." He barked out some stretches for me.
As I was trying to do what he told me, I couldn't feel much except the parts of my body where his hands had touched me. It was as if each part of me he touched tinkgled to life under his thick, rough hands. Each time he touched me, I could feel the pulse of his body energizing me. I always worked out. I like the feeling of wind against my body when I run, and, well, until I met Richie and the rest of the Alphas, I had always felt a certain amount of pride that I'd managed to bench press my weight. Richie whispered in my ear and patted me on the ass as he jogged towards one end of the field. Scott, myself and the rest of the beta boys were ushered onto the field at the midway point, half of us faced Richie and the other half faced Dex.
There was the sound of a bell, and Dex roared and took off towards us like a raging bull.
"Ok," Richie had said, "this one is gonna be tough. We call it 'collecting the wussies.' You guys are gonna be on the center line with one Alpha in the end zone of either side. When the bell rings we're gonna come after you. We get a set amount of points for every wuss we collect, but we get double if we get the beta who belongs to the other guy we're facing. It's kind of like a pride thing." His voice dropped in volume. "I'm going up against Dex, so he's gonna charge for you while I go after his guy. Try to avoid him if you can. But, listen to me, little man. If he grabs you and gets a lock around you," Richie placed his hands on my shoulders and stared hard in my eyes. His eyes were so deep. It felt like they were as strong as his muscles. They caught me, and held me as tightly as if I were trapped in a bearhug. "If he gets a lock on you, don't fight him to try and get out. He's scary strong and he doesn't know how easy guys like you break." I must have frowned because he looked angry for a second. "Don't take it like that and don't try to prove anything. It's more important that you're safe and sound than your pride being wounded, okay?"
I was touched and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll wait for you to catch me."
I wished I felt as confident as I sounded.
Dex barreled down on us and for a second all of us betas froze as we saw two huge men coming at us. I snapped out of it and moved to the side as fast as I could. I knew from watching the wussy toss that Dex had problems with endurance and speed. A freight train's fast and powerful but it can't stop or change direction as quickly as a motorcycle. Dex grabbed his first beta without even stopping and tossed the guy over his shoulder, steadying him with one hand. He turned towards me and made a grab but I dodged it, just barely. I wanted to see how Richie was doing but Dex was focused on me. He ignored two guys he could easily have grabbed and charged again. He was grunting like a bull and kept weaving as I ran. He didn't ignore the next beta who crossed his path and he grabbed onto the guy's shorts and tossed him over his shoulder, right on top of the first beta he'd caught. In my mind's eye I could see Dex's legs pumping as they chased us. Me. It was obvious he was after me. In my mind his legs pumped up to gigantic proportions as he pushed blood into them. I imagined his quads wrapped around a cement block lightly sqeezing. I could hear the creak of the block in my ears, saw Dex grit his teeth together and a light sweat break out on his brow. I switched directions quickly and began running back towards Richie's end of the field. I saw three betas hanging onto Richie as he went after another. Richie was slowing down with the weight of three grown men hanging off of him. I heard the pound of Dex's huge body coming after me, after collecting men. My mind flashed again to the idea of him with the cement between his legs. He was punishing the block now. Squeezing it, watching the cracks grow larger caused only by pure, brute strength. He was making it pay for daring to defy him. Letting it know that it had no chance against the strength he possessed. My legs pumped harder to get away from him when I felt, in reality, that concrete block slam into my side. I yelped and my eyes shut tight as I felt my feet lift off the ground. I gasped for breath as I felt an arm tighten around my waist. My eyes filled with tears as I felt like I'd let Richie down by getting caught by Dex. My stomach lurched as I was tossed upwards and came down across a human form. I could tell from the lack of muscle I'd been thrown onto another beta. I forced my eyes open and looked down from being piled on top of two other bodies, my own body bounced up and down and I looked down the field to find Richie and beg him with my eyes to forgive me for not being as strong as he was, to apologize for being a wuss who'd allowed Dex to win.
My head rotated as I looked for Richie but across the way I saw Dex down the field. He looked, not angry, but disappointed. I looked down and for just a split second saw Richie smiling at me and I felt, even more than being thrown down the field as if I were flying.
Dex had caught four guys, but Richie had six of us, including both me and Dex's little man, a sweet faced guy named Thomas who I'd never seen on campus before but he'd graduated the year before me. Richie kept us on his rock like shoulders, all piled up like a small stack of laundry. He raised his hands in the air as we all shifted and moved across the mountain of his shoulders and upper back. I felt myself roll and my stomach pressed against Richie's neck. Just brushing against this man, let alone seeing a pile of men across his shoulders made me hard and I knew he felt my erection on the cheek of his face. He moved his hand down and squeezed it tight. It wasn't just a playful hold. He knew it was my erection and he held it like it belonged to him. I exhaled and tried not to orgasm, because I knew, as he did, that he did own my hard on. He squeezed it gently and the squeeze held in it, all the possibilities of power, pain and pleasure. I felt, in those seconds of his grip on me, what an addict must feel. I knew that if he were to disappear from my life I would spend the rest of my days, my money and energy trying desperately to duplicate the experience of his strength and his muscles. I would see a skyscraper and think of him towering over me. A mountain range would forever seem like his shoulders. The curve of a graph would be his biceps and I would spend forever hiding the erection that would spring up whenever I thought of him. He was so strong he could drag me down any path he wanted. He could make me do anything with one powerful hand, one massive bicep and my entire body would be no match for him. But he knew, he knew without thinking, that he wouldn't have to drag me anywhere. He would never need to force me, because I'd happily follow his body anywhere. He could ask me to do anything, no matter how painful or difficult and I would do it, just to feel myself dangling across his shoulder or suspended off the ground. I'd crawl belly first through glass if my only reward was Richie's t-shirt, damp with his sweat from a workout.
I don't know how long he kept us up there. I do remember that as he put each beta gently on the ground he shifted me around so that I'd be the last held off the ground. I do remember that he carried me down the field for the next round of collection, because all the betas would play in each round. And I remember, most of all, the sound he made as he put me down. It still plays in my mind every time I think of him. Each time, as if it happened only a minute earlier, I heard the satisfied groan from somewhere deep in his throat as he slid me down his body until my feet touched the ground, and my own t-shirt and shorts became damp with his sweat. He nuzzled my neck with his stubbly face and his hot breath made my body twist and jerk as if I'd climaxed. He exhaled and spread his legs so he wouldn't have to bend down because of the height difference. That noise again. That sweet/rough noise came from his chest and I felt it rise and fall against mine. The round muscles of his hairy chest pushed against the flat planes of my own slim body not crushing them, but moving them back as he needed more room. My own body began to mold against his and his aggressive growls fell deep into the cavern of my memory and I held them as tightly as his own arms felt around my waist.
"Fuck," he said, finally breaking the silence. "Haven't felt a wussy this hot against me in a long time. No matter what Colby says, you're going to the party with me, and you're leaving with me."
I was never in a fraternity. I don't understand the brotherhood of strangers who have only a few things in common. I have friends who I consider family, but it's because we have years of history together and a string of shared likes and dislikes and understanding. I say this only because I'm no stranger to family dynamics. I didn't quite understand what was happening between the Alpha men, however, but I'd later learn that Richie was a man among all these men. He was the frat president and had a scholarship. His father had worked hard as a garbage collector and his mom was a waitress. They'd worked their whole lives and sacrificed for their children, and now Richie was about to finish a degree in engineering. I'd learn this about Richie later on, but for now all I knew is by the third round of collection, I seemed to be a favorite target. Some of the guys, like Colby, for instance, treated me like a trophy of some sort. He only collected three of us, but he kept a grip on my ass the entire time. His big hand cupped it carefully, like something he didn't want to break. Kenny, on the other hand, didn't seem to care much about the bruises he left. He rushed me, like Dex had, but was faster on his feet and I was tired. He snagged me, and I stumbled, almost tripping him in the process. He tried to avoid trampling me, but he couldn't avoid it entirely and once he'd regained his footing, he yanked on my arm, hard, and tossed me into the crook of his arm. Most of the men threw us betas over their shoulders once we were caught because it was easier. Kenny kept me tucked under his arm, almost in his arm pit and as he ran to collect some others I was banged against his solid body. The layer of fat he had over his powerlifter physique did very little to shield me from the hard muscle underneath and it didn't help that my ribs were still a bit sore from Richie's push-ups. In between each round of collection, Richie was there to do what he could to help ease the pain. Kenny wasn't gentle and I imagined he tossed his partners around without much worry about their being able to handle it.
I'd never seen such raw competitiveness between men before. Sure, my friends and I joked about who could collect the most phone numbers when we went out, but the pure out to top each other attitude the Alpha boys had I'd never experienced first hand, and given Richie's status of Alpha among Alphas, well, I wish I'd known in advance but it is what it is. These men wanted to prove to each other who was the strongest. Even Colby, who seemed playful and sweet was doing his best to outdo the others. Collecting the wussies seemed to me a little bit like dodgeball, only we were trying to dodge 250 pound balls that chased us. I was bruised and sore after being smashed into by Colby and Kenny. There was one Alpha, Kevin was his name, who was short. He was, maybe 5'8" but seemed almost as wide as he was tall. He had strong powerful shoulders and his chest stuck out so far, I imagined he had a hard time seeing his feet. His waist wasn't thin and waspish, but because his chest and back were so large, even the few extra pounds he carried around his middle seemed insignificant. He was even rougher on me than Kenny was. He had good endurance and I kept bouncing along on his shoulder and my ribs kept bouncing into his rock hard shoulders. Even before the round was over, Richie was on the field and practicaly yanked me off Kevin's shoulder. He put me down on the ground and stepped between Kevin and me. He puffed out his chest and bumped Kevin's pecs with his own.
"What the fuck was that, man? You wanna bully a small guy? MY small guy?" The emphasis was his, not mine.
"Bullshit, Richie," Kevin snapped back. "I wasn't any harder on him that I was on anyone else, and you know it."
Richie poked his finger hard into Kevin's huge pecs. That jab would have cracked my sternum, but Jon seemed to barely even feel it. "I'm watching you."
Before anyone else could speak Colby, Dex and another guy who I didn't know were already on the field. Dex stepped between the two, while Colby pulled me gently away. "You ok, dude?"
I nodded and rubbed my side. "Yeah. I mean, I'll be sore tomorrow, but I'm ok. Why is Richie--"
"Don't mind them," Colby replied, cutting me off. "They'll be best friends by tomorrow. Kevin's got a temper and Richie blows up when he gets concerned. He's the same way if he gets a B on an exam he knows he could have gotten an A on."
Richie had walked over to us, and put his hand on my shoulder. He leaned over to look me in the eyes. "You ok? If you're hurt--"
I smiled and cut him off. "I'm fine." He looked at me skeptically. "Seriously, I'm fine." I lifted my arm and flexed it. "I'm strong, like bull."
He stared for a second, than laughed and the whole arena seemed to let out a breath that two Alphas weren't about to beat each other senseless. Richie turned around and offered a hand to Kevin, who gripped it without hesitation. Colby leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "See? By tomorrow this'll be a funny story. The Alphas get really territorial when it comes to the betas. It takes almost the whole semester for us to really figure out who wants who. There's always a couple of fights between us about who gets which beta. It's kinda fun."
Colby had distracted me from Richie's possessive hand on the small of my back. We got to the side of the field and the betas spread out along the benches. Richie knelt down in front of me. "Didn't mean to lose my temper."
I smiled. "Just don't get into a fight on my behalf."
He grunted in amusement. "You guys get some time off for this next event, ok?"
"What is it?"
"Squats."
"But not with us on your backs?"
"Bubba", he said with a (bad) fake southern accent, "We could squat guys like you all day. We want to get to the party at a decent hour."
The Alphas lined up in the same spot we had at the beginning of the collection game and one of them brought out a step ladder. Richie went first again. He took a step forward and knelt down slightly bringing his arms out slightly to his sides. Dex stepped up onto the stepladder and settled his weight on Richie's right shoulder. Richie bent deeper and squatted Dex for three full reps, before Kenny stepped up onto the ladder and as Richie went down for his fourth rep with Dex, Kenny leaned forward and put his weight on Richie's other shoulder. I watched Richie's legs carefully. I could see them pump slightly. He hesitated as he came up on the third rep and shrugged his shoulders to readjust Both Dex and Kenny. Kevin stepped up on the ladder as Richie went down with the two powerlifters as a workout. Kevin came down on top of Kenny and suddenly Richie had almost 800 pounds that he was pumping. His squats were smooth and full, even when he took the time to readjust it was if he was squatting with, well, with me on his back. Colby was on him next. By the sixth Alpha Richie had slowed up a little bit. I stopped watching his moving up and down. It was too much for me to take in. My cock was so hard, it actually hurt. I couldn't imagine the strength it took to squat. I had to focus just on Richie's legs. Even the hair on his legs seemed to swell. The curve on the front of his thighs grew while I watched it. Each vein on his legs filled with blood and I wanted so badly for the games to be over so I could kiss each vein. Lick them until I followed them to the source of his power. He yelled when the eighth guy was draped over his shoulder. He tottered a bit and grunted the way I'd heard men in the gym grunt when the weight was a struggle. But none of them could even conceive of lifting more than a ton of human beings. The other Alphas shouted encouragement. He hefted the tenth man of his back and shouted again, pumping out four reps with all the Alpha's on his back. He held them steady and when the last man, I'm pretty sure his name was Mike, tried to get off, Richie yelled at him.
"Don't you get off my fucking back, man!" Richie shouted my name and I ran so fast onto the field, it was like I had super speed. I practically stumbled on my knees in front of him, ready to fulfill my fantasies of worship, not caring who saw me in my desperate muscle lust, trying to please him. "Get up on the ladder," Richie said to me. "I wanna show you how strong I am." He knew I was going to protest, worrying that my (meager) weight would hurt him. "Do it! Now. I want to feel your hard on through these guys on my back. I want to feel how much power I have over you. I want you to fucking work to hold back your load because of what I can do. Get on my back now, or I'm gonna wrap these quads around you, little man." I could see Colby give me a thumbs up and I wasn't going to argue with a Richie who was in a great mood, let alone one raging up on testosterone and his own control over me. I scrambled up the ladder and poked Mike in the back with a raging hard on. Richie squatted twice and yelled out. "YEAH! Get me another wussie!" From the video I saw later the others rushed the field desperate to get on top of this man. Scott beat them all because of his long legs and Richie did another two squats with ten Alphas and two bets on his massive shoulders. I beamed with pride at this man using us as mere weights to enhance his power. We weren't people to him. Just objects to be moved out of his way. Objects to build muscle, or show it off, to make other men weak by simply bouncing a pec, flexing a bicep, showing off a quad. I held my breath, hoping not to cum and waited for him to shrug us off. Instead he bent down and each of us, quickly got off his back. He ripped off his shirt, tearing it with one quick flick of his wrist, and the Alphas hugged him, slapped his back or his ass, rubbed his power packed quads. I held back, not wanting to interrupt their brotherhood and camraderie. I could see Richie's eyes look around and I realized he was looking for me. Our eyes locked and I came forward and threw my arms around his chest as far as they would go. He gave me a quick squeeze and them we let each other go. I took the torn t-shirt from his hand and reached up to wipe the sweat from his face. He smiled at my tender act and his eyes closed while I mopped up the salty liquid from his body. When his own shirt was soaked, I pulled mine over my head not caring how small and puny I looked in front of him, and used my shirt to wipe his back. When I stopped, my shirt soaking and smelling of him, I cam back around to stand in front of him. Our eyes locked and I put my own shirt back on, covering myself with him. Richie's sweat, made only by his own body coming from this man was on me now, soaking into my skin, marking me as Richie's territory, as his pet, as a slave to his muscle made me the happiest I could ever remember being. He kissed me. Just once, and as gently as only a powerful man can kiss and I dropped to my knees, massaging his legs as best I could, not making a dent in his rock hard muscle, but hoping he could take whatever strength I could give as his scent covered me.
All of the betas watched intently as the squat competition continued. Dex and Kevin tied for the most squats with Richie, but none of us smaller guys got to jump onto their shoulders to add our (light) weight. Not only did the Alphas have to squat with all this weight on their backs, but if they didn't get their quads past parallel to the ground the squats didn't count towards their final score. I guess Richie was more flexible than both of them. Kenny actually managed to tie Richie's number, but, again, without the added weight of the betas. Colby came in last place, but, he had a big smile on his face even when he was only able to get one partial rep with eight of the others on his shoulder. I would have collapsed with the weight of one of them on my back. I grew stiff with the thought of Richie's weight on top of me. I imagined the slow leak of my breath as Richie took more weight off his hands and pressed down harder on my chest and stomach. I gasped out loud and my friend, Scott looked at me wondering what happened.
"Sorry," I said. "Just letting my imagination run away with me."
He chuckled. "Richie? You don't need to imagine. He's pretty into you, dude."
"Dude?"
"We're in a frat now!" Scott laughed out loud. "C'mon. They're resting and we get to help massage out the kinks."
I imagined the others were as hard pressed to actually work any knots of the legs of their Alphas as I was. It was just that Richie's legs were so huge and so damn solid that I was leaning my entire body weight into them and I could feel the muscle dent perhaps, half an inch. It made me feel so weak compared to him, but, Richie, even staring up at the ever darkening sky, kept smiling.
"Feels nice, little man."
They only gave us about five minutes before the next event started. Since Richie had won the squats event, he'd get the most time to rest by going last. Two of the Alphas brought out a long wooden log, fat on each end, and just less than a foot around in diameter. There were five metal handles on each side. Since Colby had gotten the fewest squats in, he had to go first.
Colby stood about twenty feet in front of us. He exhaled heavily and locked his hands behind his. All of us betas grabbed a handle and lifted the log. None of us could have lifted it on our own, but between the ten of us, the weight was pretty evenly distributed, so it was pretty easy. Colby smiled at us, and waited. We were all about to run, when something came into my brain. I called out to the betas to put the log down. I took a quick glance at Richie and saw him furrow his brow, but I ignored him and called the betas to a huddle.
"Ok, listen, guys. We can take these guys down."
"What the hell do you mean?" one of the other guys asked me.
"Listen. We can do this. This event is about us against them." I lowered my voice a little. "We can take a couple of them down. We just have to use strategy."
"Are you sure you want us to piss them off?"
I smiled. "Do you really think they're going to be pissed off that we use a little brains along with the muscle we have?" I outlined my ideas quickly and we moved back to the log, rearranging ourselves. The tallest, strongest ones in the back, the smaller of us in the front. I counted out, and on three we all ran forward on one foot, each of us taking a step, when Scott called out for it, like we were on some Roman rowing ship. We picked up speed as we got closer, and slammed it into Colby's gut. He let out a grunt, and moved back almost a half foot. There was a big red mark on his stomach and he brought up his hand and smiled at us as he rubbed the spot. He brought up his other hand and pointed his finger at me. He was smiling the whole time, but I knew he was going to be gunning for me at the party. We got three swings at each Alpha to knock them down, so we marched the log back down to our starting point. I lowered my voice again and this time as we headed towards the Alpha we swung the log back a little bit before we hit and Colby was rocked back on his feet. He had braced himself, and every single muscle and vein on his body stood out. As we got closer and closer, I could see even more cuts than I thought a human being could have. I'd read a lot of fitness and bodybuilding magazines (well, looked at the pictures, anyway) and none of them even came close to the cuts on this man. We swung the log back slightly and slammed it into his gut. He stumbled back, but didn't fall down. When he gulped air back in, his chest rose and fell and I counted the striations on each pec, wondering at the taste of the sweat gathered in each one. He looked up and I saw his eyes spark with that thing that real lifters get in the gym when they're just about to push around weight that ordinary men can only dream about. He exhaled quickly three times, pushing the air out loudly and then pounded his chest and abs.
"C'mon wussies!" He shouted at us. "Fuckin' come on!" We took another shot at it, and he leaned into the blow, this time, staggering back, but not going down. He held up his arms in the air in a victory pose and came towards us as we held the log, flexing in front of each of us, holding the biceps an extra long time in front of my face. "Nice try, wussies," he said, smiling at us, hyped up on the energy.
The other Alphas were prepared for what little strategy we had, and even though Colby was among the smallest of the Alphas his size dwarfed those of us using the log, so we weren't able to even get any of the other guys to stagger backwards. Dex didn't even bother to place his hands behind his back. He put them on his hips and stared down at us as we ran into him, as if he were a Drill Sergeant, barking out orders to the plebes. Up close and personal to him, I could see the layers of fat over his hard muscle jiggle from the force of the log. He couldn't even be bothered to let out a grunt. He simply took a deep breath and used his stomach to force us back a couple of steps.
Just standing there and letting us use a log to hit them, each Alpha made us betas feel so weak and helpless in front of them. The only time these men had actually strained was when they'd used themselves as weights for the squats. Other than that we were simply light weights they used to show off. Their power was unmatched, except by each other. Certainly none of us betas would have offered them any challenge to their power. I took a look around, and all of us holding the log were hard under our shorts. Each one of us was living whatever fantasy we had about the Alphas. Some of us were trophies, collected by an Alphas powerful arms and legs, waiting to be put on a mantel of some sort, to show the world what true power wins; the devotion and admiration of a weaker, yet grown man. Still others no doubt were hard picturing their Alpha taking their bodies and minds by force. Using strength to overcome any objections. Knowing that within seconds every Alpha male here could force a submission, using nothing except pure, hard quailty muscle to make their beta promise anything, as long as the pain would stop. I was lost in my own thoughts and someone shook me on the shoulder as Richie stood before us. I have to be honest, I wanted so badly for us to take him down. I wanted Richie to respect my own strength and power, even knowing it was a tiny fraction of his. He looked at me and I recognized the challenge in his own eyes, as surely as he recognized it in mine. His stare never left my eyes as we ran towards him. I shouted out, the way I heard him yell when we were all on his back. The first shot slammed into his gut and I felt the entire log vibrate, as if we'd run it into solid steel. Richie smiled at me, as we held the log deep into his flat, hairy powerful abs. He stepped forward, pushing all of us back a few steps. Someone behind me tripped and we all dropped the log and fell to the ground. Richie reached out, far quicker than a man of his size and bulk should have been able to, and grabbed the handle I'd held, making sure the log didn't fall on any of us betas. He bent down, still holding the log in the air, above us, with one thick knuckled hand.
"Nice try, little man. Trying to take me down like that? Nice try." He smiled at me. "Tell you what, tiny: why don't you take longer run and really gather up some speed. If you take me down, I'll give you something really special tonight at the party." He threw the log twenty feet further than where we'd started and took his stance again, hands behind his back, thrusting his lats out so far, I couldn't see the audience in the stands behind him. "If you can't take me down, then I get something special. Capice, little man?" He arched an eyebrow at me and I gulped. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you too much. You'll get back to normal in a week or two." He pumped out a quick most muscular and my eyes darted back and forth from his biceps, to his chest, lats, all of his muscles moving, as if he wanted to hypnotize me without anything other than the ripple of his muscles. I stood up carefully and followed the other betas as they headed down the field.
I pushed all the fear of what Richie had planned for me out of my mind and wiped my sweaty hands on my shorts. We hefted the log up and I called out for us to run. Scotty's voice calling out each step got lost in my ears as I focused on taking Richie down, as if I could do it all by myself. We swung the log back further than we had before and slammed it right into him taking aim at his belly button. He let out a soft woosh of air, and put his head down, staring at the ground for a second. Then he lifted up his head and smiled at all of us.
His deep voice growled. "Nothin'."
My jaw dropped. He'd been playing with us. I whiplashed between anger and fear and pure lust. We grabbed the log again, but this time, none of us had as much adrenaline flowing through our bodies. It was a foregone conculsion that nothing we could do would hurt this man. The third run, though, I couldn't just give up. I couldn't allow the betas to give up, so I urged us all on as best I could, knowing that Richie's abs were stronger than all of us combined.
On the third slam, Richie grabbed the end of the log and using his arms to toss us back and forth slammed himself in the gut several times even harder than we had. We all held onto the handles and we were tossed around as easily as the log. He tore the log from our hands and tossed it aside, walking over to me and staring down at me. He hit his own stomach again several times, and I couldn't help it: I started crying. Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't know what was causing them. I couldn't tell if it was fear, anger, frustration or my own realization that I was so small, so tiny and weak compared to him. He took my face in his hands and suprised me by leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"I am so freakin' proud of you, wussie." He moved his face to mine and kissed each cheek licking the tears. Even his tounge was powerful. He told me to close my eyes and I did and he kissed each eyelid carefully. "Show me all that power, little man. I was impressed. I wanted to impress you back. Did I?" His voice was soft and sincere.
I couldn't say anything so I threw my arms around his chest as far as they would reach and pressed my cheek hard against his chest and nodded. I felt a huge, callused hand on the back of my head as he squeezed my face carefully even tighter to his body.
Richie held me carefully while I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand. When I was calmed down Richie put my hand in his and led me closer to the middle of the field. His hand dwarfed mine and I couldn't even see my slim fingers around his thick, hairy ones.
"You ok, little guy?" His hand left mine to stroke my cheek. His hand was dry but warm, and I could feel the power in it. I nodded and he moved his hand from my cheek to my hair. His smile was warm and I was overtaken again by how much bigger he was than me. I thought of men at my gym I'd seen. Men who'd made my face flush red in embarrasment as to how much bigger they were than me. I'd seen them load three plates onto the bench press and power the weight up and down like it was nothing. I knew Richie would curl that without breaking a sweat. I wondered if he knew how strong he really was. Wondered if, even here, anyone would be able to test any of these men. The sweet warmth of his smile made me shiver more when I thought of how damn strong he was.
"You trust me, right?" His deep voice puleld me out of my own head. "Little man, you trust me?" I nodded as he whispered in my ear, shifting his hands again back to the sides of my head. "We're not allowed to tell you what this next event is, but I'll take care of you, ok?"
I nodded just as the bell rang out and that was the last thing I saw. Richie took my face and shoved it into the deep crevice of his pecs. I struggled helplessly against his strength as he pushed my face deeper into his flesh, as if he wanted to push me inside of him. The sweat from his body smeared across my face, filling my nostrils along with the hair on his chest. I panicked because I wasn't getting any oxygen into my lungs and I wondered if this is how my life would end. If I'd die being smothered by this huge beast of a man. I saw the videotape later, at the afterparty, and watched myself pushing and shoving and hitting Richie. It was foolish of me to even try and overcome his power. I don't know what took my breath away worse. His hands, huge, thick, consistently pushing me deeper and deeper into his chest. His sweaty chest hair rubbed against my cheeks as I tried sucking in air. The last thing that danced before my closed eyes were images of Richie's smile. Then they were superimposed with bright, oily spots across the back of my eyelids. Then I passed out.
The next thing I remember was feeling hands on the back of my neck and on my chest, rubbing air back into me. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I saw Richie's face, relived and happy. "You feeling ok, little man? Breathe in slow and deep. You'll be ok." He smiled as he saw my gul in air deeply. "We won. That puts us in the lead before the last event--" He stopped speaking as my small fist shot into the air and punched him in the chest as hard as I could. "Ok," he said. "I deserved that. You want to take another one?" He looked down at me sprawled out on my back, propped up on one of his thick, tree trunk thighs. I was rubbing the pain out of my hand.
"No," I replied, pouting.
"Awww, don't be mad, buddy." He took my hand and rubbed it carefully, kneading his index finger into my palm. "I told you we weren't allowed to let you know what was gonna happen. I guess they did that one year and a bunch of the wussies started freaking out. Lots of screams and stuff. The Alphas figured it'd just be easier this way."
"Easier to just take a guy who knows he couldn't do anything against someone your size and strength and just knock him out?" It was hard for me to achieve the necessary sarcasm because I was still trying to knock the stars out of my head.
"Well, when you put it like that..." he trailed off. smiling at me. It was hard to be mad at him when he smiled.
Later on, as I said, when we were watching the video, I was surprised how many guys had chosen to bearhug the breath out of their betas. Kenny had his beta scopped up off the ground, his feet dangling uselessly in the air, his chest and arms over one massive shoulder. Anyone could see the smaller man slamming hard into Kenny's back had no effect whatsoever on the big Alpha. I couldn't believe Kenny wasn't smart enough to know that his betas ribs would have given out long before he passed out. I could see the beta mouthing the word 'please' over and over just before Kenny dropped him. As scared as I was not knowing exactly what was going on, I knew none of the Alphas would actually hurt any of us. Kenny could have kept squeezing but he let go and immediately pulled up his beta's shirt, making sure he hadn't broken any ribs. Colby had a rear naked choke around his beta. Colby was a big guy, more ripped than most of the others and on the video, I watched as his beta squirmed around, until he found a little space in between the huge, rounded peak of Colby's bicep and his neck. It prevented Colby from putting him out immediately, which is probably why Richie and I managed to win the round. Dex had put one of his huge paws on the back of his betas head and the other around his mouth and nose. The size of Dex's hand dwarfed his beta's head, covering from the top of his nose, down to under his chin. I gulped watching the look of fear in his victim's eyes as he struggled against the huge, hairy powerlifter. The other thing I noticed as the camera panned from beta to beta: we were all hard as rocks in our shorts.
"There's just one event left, ok? I promise you'll like it." Richie said to me.
"Oh, really? Seeing how many bones you can break in two minutes?"
"Hey, now. It wasn't that bad, was it, Tiny?" I was still pouting. He moved his arm in front of my face. "Here. Take a look." He pulled his hand into a fist and brought his bicep up in a flex. "This is what was holding you close." The bicep peaked in front of me, full and thick. The sheer size made my mouth water. "C'mon, little man." His voice was so low I could barely hear him. "Touch it." My hand shook as I reached out to grab it. His bicep felt so solid, it felt like there was no difference between skin and muscle. When I touched my own arms I could feel a layer of skin on top move and shift when I squeezed. It was nothing like that with Richie. It felt like he was solid muscle. I couldn't imagine he was made of anything but solid muscle. The only evidence was the veins that ran along the arm made of power. "That's it," he said to me, his voice so seductive I wouldn't have refused him anything. "Make it feel good, baby." I ran my hand over it, trying to take in the size, the hardness, the power but not quite able to realize that he was human. I couldn't connect him to being the same as me. He was like an animal. A beast. Each muscle reacted to my small hand as I felt it. "Can you feel it, baby?"
I nodded unable to speak, and I could feel myself drooling like a starving man seeing food for the first time.
"Yeah," he whispered, more quietly than before. "You feel it. It's not just the muscle, baby, it's the power. You can feel it just by touching that muscle. You don't need to feel me bearhug you, or lift you, or put you out by squeezing your face against my pecs. You can feel that power just by looking at it. Look at you. Drooling, and panting over that muscle. I can make you do anything just by flexing. I can make you squeal like a piggy or make you shoot in your pants with just a few little moves of this body." He tensed his huge quads, pushing me higher against him without anything other than those thick hairy quads. The tear drop above his knee shifted me and pushed into the crack of my ass. I could feel myself shifting back and forth between his bulging muscle and the deep cut of his thigh. He worked me back and forth. I think the others were watching but I didn't look at anything except the arm he kept flexing and unflexing in front of my face. He was working me deliberately, pushing my hard cock back and forth with his leg, watching as I rubbed myself against him like a horny puppy dog. He could see my breath speeding up and without warning he dumped my off his leg by shifting his thigh sideways. I sprawled onto the grass and as I went to grab my dick and bring myself to climax he grabbed my hand. "Nope. Not yet baby." He leaned over me on the grass. "I wanna make you cum, but I want it to be private the first time." He stood up and pulled me easily to my feet still holding my hand away from my crotch. "Damn, you make me horny, man. I want to unload on you with some muscle, but I want you to know that I'm gonna hold back enough that I won't hurt you. Gotta admit, though: I want to see my hand print bright red on that sweet little ass of yours." He flexed his arm again. "You like the guns, don't you?" On someone else his smirk might have been condescending. On him, though, it was perfect. He didn't need to show me he was stronger, faster, more powerful than a dozen guys like me were, he just was. Richie liked the effect he had on my body and mind. He got pleasure out of my amazement and, yes, fear, as misplaced as it was, and he knew I got pleasure out of my azmazement. It was a cycle that went back and forth and he knew that so when he overpowered me with one hand, it wasn't him being a bully. It was him pleasing me. I put my free hand up to run it across the split of the peak of his amazing bicep. It seemed bigger than my head, bigger than anything and it filled my vision.
"Listen, baby, I need you to hold out for one more event. Will you do that for me? I want to see you shoot your load, but I don't want it to be here, in front of everyone. I want it to be when you're looking in my eyes and no one else is around. Do that for me? Do your best?"
I swallowed hard. "I want to do my best." I paused for a moment. "For you."
"For us," he replied. "If we win this, I'm gonna make you so damn happy. I want to spoil you for anyone else who might come along."
We both laughed. No one else who came along would ever compare to this muscle god in front of me.