Alpha Olympics 2
by jobberinnyc
One of the Alphas, I think it was Dex, brought the log back to the center of the field, while someone else brought out the step ladder. Since Richie (and I) had won the last event he got to go last and rest up. Colby was in last place, so he was going first. He stepped up on the ladder and Dex handed him the log, which, I hadn't noticed before had a flat bottom. He positioned himself carefully and hefted the log over his head. Richie nudged me closer to the other betas and I saw Dex on one end of the log and Kenny on the other. On the count of three Kenny lifted his beta and Dex his and each one grabbed onto the handles on the log. Colby wobbled a bit but kept the log high over his head in a gorilla press. Two by two each of us betas were lifted until we were all holding onto the handles of the log. I was closest to Colby on the left side and Scott on the right. This close to Colby I could smell his sweat. It was different than Richie's, sweeter, if that's the right word. Richie smelled like combination of leather and iron, as if the weights he lifted had become so mcuh a part of him, the smell of the metal bars had seeped into his skin. I wasn't paying attention to how many reps Coby performed with all of us holding onto the log. I could see him nod and each of our Alphas grabbed us around the waist, Dex taking both his and Colby's beta and moving us safely out of the way when Colby dropped the log. His shirt was drenched in sweat under his arms and down his back. His shoulders had pumped up even more than I thought possible and his beta reached up to massage them carefully.
The other Alphas commented on Colby's pump and clapped him on the back or butt and he was smiling. Each Alpha pumped out rep after rep with us and the log. The log on each rep had to at least come to the top of their head. It would have been nothing for them to bring us further down as far as their power went, but the width of the log combined with keeping us balanced made it difficult to do that. Every single one of them managed to do it, though. They were just tossing us around. Kevin's face was pure concentration as he hefted us all up and down. It was so easy for these men and their muscles to move us around. I could tell that Kevin had to hold back the urge to just drop the log when they were done. He was so used to moving so much weight around the gym, that even though were live weight, he was so focused that we weren't anything but an olympic bar and plates.
Dex was totally different. Dex made it personal. With each rep, as one of us betas got harder, Dex smiled bigger and came on stronger. He wanted to use his strength as more than brute force. He was strong enough to make us do anything, but he wanted his brute strength to control us in another way. He wanted each one of us to blow a load while he was pushing us up and down. He wanted each one of us to be so turned on by his power that we had no choice but to show him an ultimate surrender. He paused at the top of the lift, holding us high in the air, helpless. The weight of the log shifted one way then another and I looked up to see Dex move his hands closer together, slowly edging them closer to the center. He concentrated, testing the weight of the log and us hanging off of it, balancing us carefully, when I saw him move one hand away from the log. he was holding us all with the power of just his right arm. None of us betas worried he'd drop us. We simply gaped at him as his eyes threw a challenge to every Alpha out there to out do his stunt. A challenge to every beta out there to not feel aroused and helpless and tiny and proud that this huge, powerful beast of a man had chosen us to witness this power.
Then the impossible happened. We watched his arm bend and straighten as he pressed us up and down with one arm. I gasped in disbelief and watched as his chest, his huge chest heaved up and down with some exertion. He didn't have the same pecs that Richie had. He had more of a barrel chest. His back and pecs seemed to flow into one another creating this massive landscape of skin. After the fourth one handed rep of us, he nodded and the others grabbed us down quickly as he dropped the log. Dex's arms, already bigger than my thigh looked like they'd swollen to the size of waist. He looked like power and confidence come to life. I saw a huge wet spot in Scotty's shorts and Dex walked over to him, putting a huge paw on Scotty's crotch and rubbing it, until the entire front of the beta's shorts from the waistband to the side of his thighs was wet with semen. Dex smiled as he took the palm of his hand and wiped it across Scotty's face.
I hadn't cum yet, but I knew I was so close the slightest breeze against my cock would have made me shoot. Richie kept his hands to himself, but he smiled at me as he took his place under the log. Richie was like Dex when he was showing off his strength pushing us up and down. He was enjoying it, but not using his strength over all of us to dominate. He was focused on me. Whenever he craned his thick bull neck to look at the betas his eyes locked on mine and it felt like he was staring into my mind willing me further and further down the road of muscle slavery. That might be too strong a word, but he knew I was watching his arms and shoulders fill with blood and grow to impossible proportions as he showed off.
He held us up off the ground and again we felt each side wobble as he mimicked Dex and moved his hand closer and closer. It wasn't our weight that he had any problems with. Even with the log and ten of us hanging off of it, we were clearly nothing to this man. He looked at me right next to him and I inhaled heavily smelling his now familiar scent. I let out a breath from my mouth and I could feel myself edging closer to orgasm, as I got caught up with his strength on display, his massive body in front of me and his smell in my nostrils. He smiled and I could see his concentration slip just for a second but it was enough and the log slipped out of his grip. A couple of the betas let go and we all waited for the loud crack of the log hitting them, but Richie had moved so fast, he caught the log in the crook of his elbows, like a groom carrying a bride. He looked down at me, still dangling on the log.
"Sorry, little man. I got a little distracted there just looking at that hot little body of yours."
"Sorry," I replied as the Alphas unloaded the log of their betas and someone took the log from Richie.
"Are you kidding?" Richie put his thick arm around my shoulders and I could feel the blood from the shoulder presses pulsing in his arm on my body. "It's fucking hot."
They tallied up all the events, and the Alphas were all anxious to see who was going to end up with the trophy this year. I think most of the betas wanted to get to the after party, but Richie held my hand carefully while they were adding everything up.
One of the alums, he must have been in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair and beard. His neck was twice the size of mine and he wore a tight polo shirt, the sleeves streched tight around his bowling ball biceps. His waist was still small and a thick black belt held jeans up that didn't need to be held up and the man's huge thighs would never have let the jeans slip even a quarter of the way down his legs.
"So, I just wanted to say, personally, that this has probably been the hottest games I've been to in quite awhile." The audience applauded and I could hear whoops and cheers. "And the wussies this year have been absolutely top notch." More applause, while each Alpha held tight to his beta in some way and hugged, or squeezed or headlocked their wussy to show their appreciation. Richie squeezed my hand lightly and brought me closer to his body, letting my head rest against the side of his pec. He flexed it carefully, rolling it, rather than bouncing it and pushing my face off of him. The Alpha alum opened the envelope and smiled. "For the fourth time in Alpha history, gentleman, we have a tie. Richie and Dex!," he shouted and Richie hugged me, holding me easily off the ground while crossing over to Dex. the two shook hands, and Richie put me down. The two Alphas walked to the center of the field and stood straight, arms by their sides. The Alum held up his hands for silence as the crowd cheered for the two men. "So, now we have a tie breaker. The ultimate in power. Gentleman, you have the choice of betas in this last event. Do you want to keep the wussy you had or switch?" Richie immediately said he wanted to keep me, which made me so proud I thought I'd start crying again. Dex stayed with his wussy as well and we were called out onto the field.
Richie looked at me, as I faced him. "You trust me, right?"
"Is this going to hurt?" I asked him, only half joking.
"Nope. You're gonna love it." Richie laughed and pushed his shorts down. He kicked his shorts off and I swallowed hard and wasn't sure where this was going. His jockstrap came off next and his cock, already hard sprang out. "Want to face me or be the other way?"
"Um," I hesitated for a second. "What are you doing?"
"The ultimate in lifting, dude. We're gonna see who can lift our wussy the most times with our cock."
I didn't know what to do, so I just nodded.
I was a little nervous as Richie put his hands on my waist and lifted me up, settling me carefully on his dick, my stomach up against his, and I could feel his pubic hair through my shorts.
"Now, listen, you can't put your hands on my shoulders, because that makes it to easy for you to cheat by trying to lift yourself. Just steady yourself by putting your hands on my chest." I looked at Dex, naked now, except for his shoes. My mouth dropped at how much more huge he looked, naked and exposed in front of me. His ass was huge and fleshy and I could see a bead of sweat slide down his lower back towards his crack.
I put my hands on Richie's chest and looked him right in the eyes. I was pressed tight against him and my dick was harder than ever. Richie flexed his cock and I was lifted higher into the air, just by the strength of his dick. I couldn't even wrap my head around the fact that even Richie's cock was stronger than my entire body. I could barely squat my own weight, let alone lift anything with my cock. Richie's chest moved under my flat palms and I was breathing heavier and more shallow with each rep. Could I even call them reps as Richie's thick shaft was moving entire body up and down. I whimpered as I went higher in the air again.
"You like that, little man?" Richie spoke to me with that low, gravelly tone and my cock got harder. I was rubbing against him, trying hard not to shoot in my pants. "Yeah, I can feel that. Every time I lift you your little cock gets harder and harder. Grind it into me all you want, but don't shoot, little man. Don't you fucking shoot." His voice, his words were pushing me over the edge and I moved my hands from his chest and placed them on the sides of his face. He looked startled and I leaned into him.
"Shut up," I said, my own voice sounding foreign to me because it was thick with lust. I leaned into him and kissed him, deep and full. My eyes closed and I relied on all my other senses. I felt his strong, square jaw clench and unclench under my hands. I smelled his body, his sweat, strong and powerful, filled with iron and pure maculinity. I tasted the sweat dripping off his face onto his lips, and mine sweet and salty. I heard the rumble of his moans fill my own mouth, like his tounge was doing. And, in the background, I heard cheers and applause, but blocked them out. I had never done anything like this in public and I didn't want an audience. I didn't want to remember anyone else around us. I wanted this experience to be only between the two of us. I don't know how long it went on. I had no sense of time or anything else, I just felt myself trying to avoid holding onto Richie's shoulders. Felt myself running my hands through thick, dark hair. Felt Richie's hard cock under me getting harder and thicker like it'd push through my shorts and through my body spearing my body.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled his mouth from mine, letting out a roar, and I felt a load of hot, thick semen from this tower of manhood soak my shorts. Richie shook all over and I slipped off his hard dick onto my back where I fell in front of him. The remaining shots from his cock splattered across my chest and face pooling on my body. True as I could be to my promise to Richie earlier to not cum, I grabbed my own balls and twisted hard, bringing pain to my own body so I wouldn't cum. It worked and I felt the pain shoot through my body, my desire to shoot rapidly going away. I lay back on the grass and realized that his semen was on my back from what he'd shot before I fell off his cock and my front from after and even through the pain I started laughing in happiness.
Oh, yeah. Richie and I won.
Richie and I didn't have too long to celebrate. Apparently there would be some sort of medal or trophy giving at the party, but after the final event, the betas were led into the shower room in the arena. We showered and were given another change of clothes. This time it was jeans and short sleeved shirts. The jeans seemed to have been bought for us, as they all fit, though they were a bit tight. The shirts, however, were embroidered on the back with the symbol for beta and the front had the names of our Alphas on them. They actually looked good on us. We were loaded into a van and finally got to see the outside of the arena. It must have been pretty far from the university, because it was mostly just forest. The moon was high a bright, and most of the adrenaline from the event was gone, so I yawned and settled down to nap. Some of the betas were talking quietly, mostly about the Alphas and their muscles. I dozed off for a little bit, kind of drifting in and out, dreaming about strength and muscle. At one point in my dream, Richie pushed me against his bicep, shoving my face into it, until my whole head was trapped inside his muscle. He flexed and pulled me inside his body, using my own small body to swell to even more massive proportions. And the next thing I knew Scotty was shaking me gently.
"Hey, we're here." I rubbed my hands over my eyes and yawned. "You awake."
"Mmmm hmmm." I nodded and followed him out of the van. We weren't back on the campus, but at someone's house. The outside of the house was quiet, very old fashioned. The inside foyer was neat as a pin, but the living room was well lit and music, mostly top forty stuff was playing quietly in the background. Some of the Alpha Alums were already there sitting on the couch and chairs. The living room was big, though I imagined with all the beef on the way it would seem crowded soon. The man who'd made the announcement, the one with the beard came forward.
"Welcome. I'm Edward." He pointed around the living room and introduced the others. I think one was Stephen and another Brian. I was still a little sleepy. "The others Alums are in the kitchen and outside. Would any of you like something to drink?"
Most of the other betas got wine or beer but alcohol would just make me more sleepy, so I asked for water. Edward smiled, put his hand on my arm and brought me into the kitchen. I noticed his hand wrapped easily around my thin biceps. He poured me some water and brought me outside. The yard was huge. I couldn't even see a neighbors house. We passed by some other big Alums. One looked like he couldn't have graduated much before I did, but we passed by them all as Edward led me to edge of his patio. He sat down on a concrete bench, legs spread wide. His jeans were so tight, I doubted he could have crossed his legs, even if he wanted.
We stared at each other for a minute and I nervously drank my water. He knew the effect the day had had on me. Every single cell in my body was in overdrive. My hard on went from hard to harder, I was never totally soft and Edward looked at my cock.
"So, you're Richie's boy?" He looked at me standing in front of him and his pecs flexed. I think it was involuntary, but I kept staring at the red fabric stretched so tightly around those huge pecs, I thought the cotton would rip at any second. I looked up at Edward's face and saw him smile at me. It had been obvious, from the games today that I was now a muscle junkie, but then I really only had Richie in front of me. Now, with this huge man sitting here, it was all I could do to concentrate enough to form words. "Yes, sir," I replied, nodding.
His smile got bigger when he realized I hadn't used his name and instead put myself in an inferior position. Not that I wasn't inferior. It's hard to explain. Being around Richie was intimidating, but I didn't feel like I was less than him. He used all those muscles and that power to turn me on, not intimidate me. And when I felt inferior to Richie it was my own mind talking to me. I wasn't sure what kind of muscle god Edward was.
He patted his knee and waved me over. "Have a seat." I gulped again and held onto my glass of water so tight, my hands were shaking the ice inside. "No need to be nervous, son." I sat down on his thigh and the muscle was so damn hard it didn't even dent under my full body weight. "There. You're ok up there, right?" I looked down and noticed my feet weren't anywhere near the ground. Damn, not only was this guy tall, but his quads were so big I looked tiny. He flexed them a few times and I bounced up and down, while he laughed. "There. Feel better?" I nodded. "So, you and Richie, did you know each other before the games?"
"No," I replied. "We just met today. He said he picked me for the games, though."
"Right, I forget that things have changed since I was in the Wussy Olympics." He took a long drink of beer. "Back in my day, we had to find a guy who we thought would be into it. We had to be more...discreet." I nodded and he set the beer down on the edge of the bench. "You remind me of my wussy a little bit." He put his hand, still cold from the beer on my chest. "He wasn't quite as nervous as you. Just being around guys my size made him happy." He laughed a little. "Sweet guy."
"Do you still talk to him?"
"We've been best friends all these years, even after the games." His hand went down my chest to my abs. "I was best man at his wedding." He smiled when I looked at him a little startled. "Not all guys who are into muscle are homosexual. And not everyone who likes dominating smaller men is either. He just liked getting tossed around by a big man, and I liked tossing him around. I would've been happy to have him in my life as a lover but I'm just as happy he's a good friend." He took his hand away from my stomach and felt my arms. "You're tiny, son. Got a little bit of arm development, but damn, you're tiny. Makes me want to toss you around a bit just to see if I could keep up with the new breed." He put his hands around my waist and lifted me up in the air to put me down on his other leg.
"I bet you could keep up with them."
He laughed." "Nice of you to say, but I'm not as fast or powerful as I used to be. A few years back I used to be able to rip apart a car with my bare hands in just under an hour. Now it takes me almost two." He lifted up his arm and flexed in front of me. "Want to feel it, wussy?"
I reached out and put my hand on the top of his bicep. It was rounder, not peaked like Richie's and it had just a tiny bit of soft flesh covering it. I kept rubbing it and he kept it flexed, hard and huge and round in my face.
"The first games I took part in, we didn't do the same events they do now. We used to tie the wussys up tight and work out with them. used to tie three or four together and shoulder press them. This one guy must have shot four or five loads during the games." His arm came down and I think I might have whimpered a little bit when it went out of my reach. "Back then it was open to all the Alphas, whether they were seniors or not." He licked his thick lips. "So, you and Richie have an agreement of some sort?"
"Well," I hesitated. "He asked me not to, um, climax until we were alone." I could feel my hard on pushing against the jeans and Edward took a deep breath, his nipples pushing against the shirt. "I wouldn't want to--"
He cut me off. "I understand. Happens that way with a lot of the Alphas and their little men. You like Richie and he picked you, so he obviously likes you. I've met him before. He usually goes for bigger men." I must have looked a little upset at that because he started speaking faster. "Hey, he likes to dominate the dominators. Gets him off, but I've never seen any Alpha react to their beta the way he did to you. You have something special. I see it, and Richie does. Some of the others do too." He leaned in closer to me, his chest bumping into mine. "something about the way you fight to not give in to your own lust. Seeing you start kissing him when you were on his cock. The way that dam of self control of yours broke open." His lips were right next to my ear. "Hot, son. I would love to tuck you under my arm and carry you upstairs. It might take me a couple of hours to rip apart a car, but those clothes of yours wouldn't last thirty seconds. I bet I could make you have the best orgasm of your life just showing off how damn big these muscles are and how strong I am. I have a full length mirror upstairs where I'd make you flex in front of me and show you how tiny your muscles are next to mine. I'd slip one finger into your hole and dangle you off the ground. Hold you two feet off the ground with one finger boy. That's how strong I am. How tiny you are."
"Please," I groaned out. "Stop."
He laughed. "Sure thing boy." He put an arm around my waist and stoood up, holding me a foot off the ground. "I understand. When Richie gets here, though, let's see if he'll share." He placed me gently on the ground. "Nice wussy."
I stumbled against him, and he put a huge hand on my back to steady me. "Thank you. You know, for not--"
He cut me off again. "I understand the bond between an Alpha and his wuss." He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up, holding me at his eye level. "You'll let me know if anyone gives you a hard time?"
I smiled. "Um, you all give me a hard time," I said and looked down at my crotch.
He chcukled and put his thick arm around my shoulders. Grabbing his beer he led me back into the house.
My friend Scotty was sitting on the floor, sort of wrapped around someone's calf. The Alpha Alum, I'd guess he was about thirty-five or so, had hazel eyes and a shaved head. Both of his huge arms were covered in tattoo's and I wondered if the artist had ever had quite so huge a human canvas before or since. The Alum had on jeans and workboots and was talking to another beta from today who was sitting next to him, when he straightened his leg, like he was sitting at the leg extension machine, lifting Scotty off the floor. He kept on talking with the other beta about workout tips while Scotty clung tightly to his leg and was lifted up and down.
I turned around and saw two Alums; each one had a beta under the armpits with their backs facing the Alpha's chests. The two betas were making out while the Alphas kept them held at arm's length. Everywhere I turned there was a show of strength and I swallowed the rest of my water, hoping that it would make me focus on anything but my raging hard-on. Just then the door opened and Richie and the rest of the competing Alphas walked in. Richie came up to me and scooped me up in a big hug, holding me off the floor and kissing me.
"Hey, little man," he said, pulling his lips away from mine. "Did you miss me?" I had my arms around his neck and one of Richie's hands was tucked under my backside, as he held me up like I was a child. "Awww," he said quietly in my ear. Are you ok?" I nodded, my cheek pressed against his, and turned my body to rub my hard-on along his side. "Heh, been around too much muscle all day? I bet Edward made you feel real welcome. He's a cool guy. I hope I'm as strong as him when I'm in my 50's." Richie had walked me over towards the front door, away from the others. His free hand came to my chin and turned my face so we were looking at each other. "I know, you feel a little weird because he wanted to take you upstairs. I shouldn't have asked you to wait for me, little man." His stare was just as powerful as the arm that held me without effort. "I shouldn't have put that pressure on you. I know you like muscle so damn much, it'd be too hard for you."
I leaned forward and nuzzled against his neck. He squeezed me. I whispered in his ear. "I waited." He smiled at me.
Richie kept me cradled in one of his huge arms as we went back into the living room. He kept shaking hands and getting slapped on the back, occasionally hugged by the Alpha alums. The current Alphas had to break down the equipment in the arena and close it all up before they could shower and join us at the party. The house filled up, not because there were a ton of other people who showed up, but because between the alums and the current Alphas, they were all so damn big. Richie kept me in his arm, his strong hand squeezing my ass now and then, as he got a beer. He nuzzled my neck and the side of my face. "You ok, little man?"
"Just a little overwhelmed, I think." I felt a little strange that he kept carrying me around as if I weighed no more than a small child, but I guess, I probably didn't weigh much more than that to him. "I'm good."
"I'm glad." He walked us over to Edward, who was laughing at something Colby said. "Ed," Richie said, "amazing party, as always."
"Thanks, Richie, though you brought the prettiest ornament." Edward brought his hand up to my chin and smiled.
"Thank you for taking care of him while we cleaned up, Ed."
"Anytime." Edward let his hand linger on my face before he turned around and raised his voice above the noise. "Everyone. Everyone, if I could have your attention, please." People stopped talking, and someone shut the music off. Richie carefully set me down but kept an arm around me. "So, we don't get many chances to all get together like this. There's usually one the games and the New Year's eve party, so thank you all for coming." There was a loud cheer and I smiled as Richie brought his hands together and whooped. "If I could have all the current Alphas step over in a line in front of the fireplace, please."
Richie kissed the top of my head and the ten boys lined up across the living room. It was a tight fit, because they were all so wide, but somehow they managed. Dex and Richie were in the middle and they smiled at each other. When Dex smiled, he didn't look half so scary.
Ed stepped forward, with his back to Richie and the others. "This year we had an incredible group of seniors participating in the spirit of Alpha brotherhood and competition." Every time Ed spoke I could see his arm twitch on its own and his triceps bunched up, filling with power. The medal ceremony was pretty short Kevin came in third, Dex was second, and Richie first. They didn't make any fancy speeches, just a flex. The three of them posed for pictures as we cheered. They all held up their right arms in a bicep flex and I stared so I could memorize it. Kevin's bicep was rounded. There was a slight peak on the top; Dex was just huge and rounded, without much definition, but his arm bulged with power. Richie seemed to me, like the best of both worlds. His arm was huge and defined, with the peak making it seem like he had one bicep on top of the other. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Tonight, we want to invite some new brothers into our fraternity. Would the betas, please take their places in front of their Alphas?" We all crossed over and took up much less space as we faced the men who'd thrown us around, treated us like rag dolls, knocked us out, and showed us their power. "Betas, tonight, you're going to take part in something you didn't do when you were at the university. Tonight, you join something bigger than you. I'm going to turn it over right now to the current Alpha president. Richie?"
Richie took my hand in his and squeezed it. He meant to be gentle, I think, but he was caught up in the moment and I winced a little. He immediately lossened up and brought my hand to the Alpha symbol on his shirt. "Do you know what this means?"
I hesitated before I answered. I'm not big on speaking in public, and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to answer. "Um, well, it's the symbol for Alpha. It's the first letter of the Greek alphabet. It means that you're--"
He smiled and interrupted me. "No, that's just what the dictionary would say. Not the real meaning." He brought up his right arm and flexed it. The other Alphas did the same thing, like they were saluting us and then dropped their arms so they were clasped behind their backs. Richie was the only one who kept his arms in front of him, holding my hand to his chest. "What it means is, you have this," he pointed at his huge arm, "behind you from now on. It means that the entire Alpha house, past, present and future is there for you. It means that I'll, I mean, that we'll, protect you when you need protection and comfort you when you need comfort. The only thing we ask in return is your loyalty, your honesty and your respect." He stopped talking and looked me in the eyes. "It's about joining a brotherhood that means something. Do you want to be an Alpha's beta, little man?"
I didn't hesitate. I bent forward and kissed his arm. There was applause and loud cheers, like out on the field and I came away from his arm and saw the other betas kissing arms, chests, shoulders. The applause stopped and Richie gave me a hug. Edward came forward and raised his glass and shouted: "ALPHA!"
Because he was the current president, Richie had to socialize with the brothers, past and present. He personally thanked each and every beta, by name and as he went around talking, Colby came up to me and collared me with his huge arm. "Damn, wussy, Richie was right to fight for you."
"He really had to fight for me?"
Colby laughed. "Well, not really. I mean, there were a couple of arguements, but he's the president, so he got first pick." Colby kept his arm around me and led me into the kitchen, where it was quieter. He easily lifted me onto the cooking island in the middle of the room. He went into the fridge and got himself a beer, offering me one. I shook my head and tried to jump off the island to get more water. Colby pushed me back with one finger. "I'll get it." He handed me a full glass and smiled at me. "A lot of times the alums will give us the name of someone who they noticed on campus when they were in school. You know," he said, leaning down next to me, "if they see someone watching them in the weight room. Maybe someone hanging out near the frat house a lot. There's this one guy I think I'm gonna nominate in a few years. He's a senior now, but I've seen him around for a couple of years." He popped his biceps while we talked. "He always asks me about my workout routine. Always wants to know how much I bench. He's a sweet guy. Wrote a paper for me last semester, but the frat doesn't allow that. I probably would've gotten a better grade, but that's not what we're about. This one time at the gym, I was just getting ready to start working out and he came in and waved to me, so I figured I'd have a little fun with the guy. I asked if he wanted to work out with me and he agreed, so I just used him as the weight for my whole workout." We both laughed and I figured he'd probably given that guy the thrill of his life. "I mean, I curled him, deadlifted him, threw him over my shoulder and did squats. He was so hard the whole time. Yeah, I think in another couple of years, he's gonna enjoy the games."
I was quiet for a minute. "I didn't know there were this many guys so strong in the whole world."
Colby looked serious for a second. "Huh. I hadn't even thought of that before." He took a swig from his beer. "You know, we've always been really open to anyone pledging the frat. I don't think we've ever turned anyone away. And our hell week, it's not hell at all. We don't haze anyone. We just invite them into the gym to workout with us. Just that not a lot of guys pledge. We have a tough rep, but we keep everyone in line. We all have to keep a 3.0 GPA. At least. And we don't get drunk or rowdy or shit like that."
We stopped talking and had an easy silence for a few minutes. "What's it like? I mean, being so strong?"
Colby thought for a second. "Hmmm. It's hard to describe. I don't really think of myself as that strong. Not compared to, like, Richie, and I bet if you ask him or Dex or any of the guys like that you'll get a different answer, but me," he inhaled and exhaled quickly, "gotta tell you, Wussy, it's a rush. I don't wanna bully anyone, but when I go out and I see a guy looking at me pissed 'cause his girl is rubbing up on my body, and he just sits there, taking it. It's a rush." He drank his beer again. "When somebody looks at me and there's this mix of desire and, something else, something like--"
"Awe." Richie spoke from the doorway of the kitchen. "It's desire mixed with awe." Richie came over to us. Colby stayed where he was, leaning over, one arm against my thigh. Richie stood next to me, close enough for me to lean into him and feel his body heat through his shirt. His big hand came up and rubbed the back of my head and neck. "You're not really afraid of me, little man. It's closer to you looking at me like I'm not really human. Like I'm from another planet." Richie stepped back from me and I wanted to move closer, but I knew he wanted me to admire his whole body from a distance. I took in his huge neck, flowing down into delts that couldn't be hidden under his shirt. Down towards his arms, where he'd pulled the short sleeves of his polo over the biceps because they couldn't fit properly. His forearms were just slightly smaller than my thighs. His waist was tight and solid and his legs flared out so that his jeans looked almost painted on. I was painfully hard. "You want to know what it's like to be strong? It depends. Sometimes, with some guys, it's about brute strength. About making them admit that you can bench more, squat more and deadlift more than they'll ever be able to dream of. With some guys, it's about lust. Just knowing that every time I twitch a muscle they cream their shorts. With some guys, it's about intimidation. They know they hate their girlfriends or boyfriends wanting you but they keep their mouths shut because you can pound them into the ground with one punch." He leaned in so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck. He whispered but I knew Colby was listening as closely as I was. I wanted to touch him, but it was like Richie was holding me down and my arms stayed at my side. "With you it's about the fact that you know what I want without me having to say it. You're not touching me right now because I don't want you to. I don't have to force you or intimidate you because you want to please me. You want to make me happy. That's what it's like to be strong. To make another man, full grown, however small he is, want to please you more than he wants to please himself. To know that you don't have to use your strength at all because you've already conquered a guy; that's real power, little man." He paused and just kept breathing on the side of my face. It felt like forever before he asked me the only question that would ever need to be asked again. "You want to make me happy, don't you, Wussy?"
"Yes." It came out like an exhale. My dick was hard it was painful but I wanted to talk. "May I say something?"
Richie laughed. "Of course. But it better be about how hot I am." He brought his fist to my lips and I kissed his thick, hairy knuckles when he pushed them gently against my mouth.
"No," I replied quietly, but firmly. "That's not it." I took his hand and placed it on the beta symbol on my chest. "I want you to know what this means to me." Richie's face looked puzzled. "This means: I'm yours. It means that I will take care of you. That I'll always be there for you; whether it's to admire you or encourage you, or give you a place to hide from everything. It means that no matter what happens to you from now on, good or bad, I'll always be watching over you. It means you can never hide from me, because I know you and I accept you. All the stuff that ties you to me, isn't just physical anymore." I stopped talking and kind of tripped over the words because I was struggling to figure out what to say. "I don't usually say so little in so many words, but--"
Richie cut me off again, this time with a strong, thick finger to my lips. "Then don't use your words, wussy." He leaned down and kissed me, softly and quickly. I pushed my whole body into his and he held me so close no one could have even put a piece of paper between us. "That's better," he whispered in my ear.
"I'm yours," I whispered back, repeating the words over and over again. Richie was totally silent, like he wasn't sure what to say.
Colby was the first one to react out loud. He sniffled. "Fuck, man. That's fucking beautiful." I don't know if it was because I was emotional or what but I started laughing. "What?" Colby looked almost offended. "I mean it. That was beautiful."
"Colby," Richie said. "Take a walk, will ya?"
"Awwww," Colby replied, sounding like a kid. "Can't I stay and watch?"
Richie wrapped his hand around the back of my shirt and lifted me off the island, dangling me off the floor. "No. Maybe later." There was a door in the kitchen that led downstairs. The basement was done, not as a gym like I'd expected but more like a rec room. Pool table, card table, even a foosball table. I guess Ed had done pretty well for himself. Beyond that, though, there was a furnished bedroom in the back. A guest room, I figured. "Ed lets us Alphas crash here sometimes, and I can't wait any more, Wussy. I wanna know what it feels like to be inside you."
Richie carries me only just inside the door. He doesn't even step inside, but barely heaves his arms forward and I fly twenty feet across the room landing on the bed. He stays where he is and reaches down, grabbing the bottom of his shirt. It's too tight for him to pull off over his head and I imagine that some of the other Alphas had to help him put it on; he stares down at me, watching my reaction to him. My dick is harder than it's ever been and I want to grab it, but he doesn't say that I can, so I struggle to keep my hands by my side. He keeps his eyes locked on my face and body. His arms tense, turning his biceps from rock to steel and he rips his shirt from the bottom to the top. I've never seen anyone rip a shirt like that and a whimper comes out of my mouth. He smiles at me as he flexes each pec, pushing the torn shirt off the the side, showing me more and more of his skin. He practically dares me with his eyes to get off the bed and touch him, but I stay exactly where I am. He smiles at me to let me know I made the right decision. He tugs the short sleeves of his shirt over his thick biceps. He sees me swallow hard; trying to figure out which body part of his I want to touch first, but I stay where I am. His shirt falls to the floor and I see his torso. The dark hair on his forearms and the veins underneath make my mouth water. He rubs a hand over his chest and down his flat stomach, and he unbuttons his jeans. I know without knowing that he could rip them off too, but he doesn't. He pushes them over his thighs and stands in front of me in a pair of white briefs. On some men they'd look silly, but on his body the white offsets his tan, emphasizes the tight waist and the way his back, chest and shoulders bulge with muscle on top of muscle, flaring out so wide, I can't even see the door behind him.
He smiles at me. "Come here." I kneel on the bed in front of him and he puts his hands on my shirt, letting the skin of his hands brush against the skin of my torso briefly as he tugs my shirt off. He flings it aside and frames my face with his big, callused hands. His first kisses aren't at all like the ones on the field. Those were hard and rough, desperate and needy. These kisses here, in Edward's bedroom, were soft. So unlike his body, his muscles. It wasn't like he was embarassed or afraid he'd break me, more like he'd become shy, as if his lips on mine and his tongue pushing against me was more intimate. I guess it might be, considering this was the first time we'd actually been alone together. I feel his hands pulling me closer and I press against his rising erection in his jockey shorts. I fumble at my own jeans, as I try to pull them off without my lips leaving his. His hands move to my jeans and I hear them rip. He falls fowards and pulls my legs from under me. I'm crushed under his weight and I feel my breath push into his mouth as the air rushes out of me. He pulls off my jeans and then my own jockeys and my hard cock slaps against his stomach. Richie grabs my hands, pushing my arms flat against the mattress. I start to struggle, and he pulls his face from mine, stares at me and smiles.
"Yeah, wussy. Fight me," he says and laughs as I try to get away from his grip so I can touch him. His tounge runs up the side of my neck and over my cheek, stopping at my ear. "Struggle. Try to touch me." I smell the slightest bit of sweat from his armpit and since he doesn't hold my head down, I try to lick the hair that sticks out at me, but he's so much stronger than I am, it's impossible.
Richie laughs again and rolls over on his back, pulls me on top of him. He kisses me again and lets go of my hands. They immediately start roaming his body. My brain is overloading from the curves of his muscles. The hard muscles of his body are strange to me. I've felt my own biceps and chest, but they can't compare to Richie. He pulls me tighter to him and our cocks rub against each other. I can't help it and my body starts to shake. He pulls his face from mine to watch me as the load I've wanted to shoot since I first saw Richie comes out of me and I orgasm like I never have before. My back arches, my body shakes and I fall on top of him, exhausted.
He hugs me carefully, tenderly. "Yeah. Good, wussy."
"Shit, I'm sorry. I wanted to last longer." I'm still shaking a little bit from my orgasm.
"Shhh," Richie says to me, running his big, thick fingers through my hair. We don't talk and I reach around him, hugging him closer to me, if that's possible. We fall asleep like that.
I don't know how much time has passed but when I wake up, I was a little disoriented and I jerked awake. I looked up to see Richie looking down at me.
"Morning." He was staring down at me, watching me. "You're so cute when you sleep. So tiny and little."
I cover my mouth, hoping I don't have morning breath, but he pushes my hand away and leans down to kiss me. "I don't care," he says, like he's reading my mind. He sits up and rests his back against the headboard. I reach out and touch his chest. The hair tickles my palm and I just lay it flat against him, feeling his breath.
"I thought I dreamed it all." He stayed quiet and looked at me. "I mean, you. You're like a dream. You're like a dream."
He smiled at me, like he understood every thing I was thinking and feeling. "You know, the first time I saw you, I thought that." He put one hand around my back and picked me up, placing me on his lap. "One of the brothers saw you at the gym. You were on the cardio machine, listening to your ipod, but he saw you staring at him in the mirror. He's actually one of the betas. Pretty big but, you know, not like me or Dex. We don't work out in regular gyms usually. Anyway, you were watching him when he was doing arms. He thought you might just be watching for some tips, but he saw your eyes. The way you looked at him. He called it pure lust." He laughed. "I bet if I look at your computer I'll find a whole file of pictures of muscle men." He laughed when I smiled. "I figured."
"Why?"
"The way you sprung and instant boner--"
"No. Why me? Why did you pick me?"
"Because you're you." Richie smiled at me. "Look, when you were a kid, did you have a teddy bear?"
I smiled back. "Sure. Mr. Bibbins." He laughed heartily and clapped at that. "That was his name," I said, defensively.
He wiped the tears from his eyes with a big, hairy hand and kept laughing at me. "That's perfect. I might have to call you Mr. Bibbins sometime."
I pretended to be offended by his remark and he brought his hands down to my waist and picked me up off the bed and place me onto his lap. I felt his thick, strong thighs underneath my bare butt and the hair on his legs tickled my skin. I could feel his dick get hard and he watched me for a second. He picked me up around the waist and lifted me up, carefully balancing me over his cock. He lowered me as I guided him into me. His dick was like the rest of him, thick, solid, hard as a rock. I gasped when he pushed himself into me. He held me steady keeping only the very tip of his cock inside me. He lifted me up and down, never pushing further into me than a few inches, keeping me in the air with the power in his arms. He lifted me up and down on his dick, staring at me, watching my face react to finally feeling him side me. I watched a bead of sweat travel down his forehead and my hand recahed out to wipe it away before it fell into his eyes. He smiled at me. I moved my hands down to him arms. I rubbed his biceps and triceps. They were always solid, but when he lifted me up and down they were like warm steel. He lowered me further on his cock and I gasped. It wasn't the length or even the width of his dick, it was the fact that he was so strong. He was in control of my entire body with his. My hands went to the mounds of his chest and my fingers wrapped in his chest hair. Richie didn't seem to mind even when I tugged at his chest hair with my hands while I adjusted to feeling him inside me. Before I knew it, I was snuggled in his lap, almost kneeling. My legs were trembling, he was inside me and I tried to sit up and back myself down on his cock.
"No." He said, carefully. "Just feel. Don't do anything. Just feel me." His hips rocked back and forth, his arms wrapped around my torso and he moved me up and down, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, but always gently. I knew he could have broken me in half but he made love to me as if I were glass and he didn't want to shatter me. The time he got rough with me that first night was when he kissed me. He kissed my lips, my chest, my neck. I was sure I'd have bruises, but I didn't care. He picked up the pace slightly and was breathing heavy. When he came, it wasn't like on the field, his breath was a long gasp and he put his lips on mine, not using his tounge, just exhaling into my lungs, and I sucked in the air he was expelling into my lungs, so he could fill me from both ends. I wanted all of him inside me. He laughed when he pulled his mouth away and brought on hand to his stomach, rubbing it through the load I'd shot on his stomach without even realizing it.
He kissed the hand that had my semen on it. "I bet Mr. Bibbins made you feel safe and protected. Loved even. And you made him feel the same way. That's why, Mr. Bibbins. You make me feel safe. And I want to keep you safe. And happy. That's what I saw the first time I laid my eyes on you. Someone I wanted to make happy. That's why I picked you, wussy."
Richie spent every weekend until the end of the semester at my place. We'd watch movies, or TV and talk, just getting to know each other better. The week before his graduation ceremony he drove me out to his family's place to meet his parents and brother and sister. His dad and I got along well, right from the start. Same with his sister and brother. His mom seemed mildly suspicious of me at first. His brother was athletic, like Richie, but not as big. He seemed to get a kick out of my complete lack of knowledge of sports. His sister was thrilled when I promised to teach her how to drive. His mom seemed to warm up only after she caught sight of the way Richie and I looked at each other. She pulled me aside just before we left and asked me if I loved him. She smiled when I said yes. Richie and I kept separate apartments when he graduated, knowing how we felt but also knowing it was probably too soon. He came over one January night, and I knew he was preoccupied with something. He'd been offered a dream job. Great pay and benefits. It was perfect really. And in Japan. I encouraged him to take it and my heart broke when he got on the plane. It was hard to keep in touch. He was awake when I was sleeping and I was awake when he was sleeping and eventually we stopped talking every week. Then we stopped emailing for awhile. One day I got an email from him asking if I'd be okay with him seeing someone. I couldn't help but want to say no, but it was Richie and I wanted him to be happy. I emailed him back letting him know it was fine. I lied and said I'd been on a few dates with someone too, but the closest I'd ever come was going out to dinner with Edward a few times. He didn't ever try anything, though. He knew I was still in love with Richie.
Strangely enough, it was Colby who kept me sane right after Richie moved. He showed up on my doorstep one night with a six pack in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. We talked and he had me laughing about the kids at the school he was teaching at. Half way through the six pack, he looked and me and smiled.
"So, how are you? Really?"
I started crying and he pulled me close, holding me and telling me it would all be ok. He came by at least twice a month. It helped. Eventually I stopped crying every time he asked how I was and things started getting back to normal. I went to the gym a lot, and even though I didn't put on much muscle, my body toned up a lot. Summer came and I didn't see as much of Colby because he'd started dating this woman he worked with. I liked her a lot, actually, when we met. She liked hearing about how Colby and I had first met and now and then, whenever it hit me how much I missed Richie, she and Colby would come over and cheer me up. By the time Christmas came around it had been almost a year since Richie left and I convinced myself that he was more like a happy, wonderful memory than anything else.
His dad called out of the blue and asked if I was doing anything on Christmas day. I lied and said I had plans, even though my parents were going out west to visit my brother and his family. He said he understood but could they stop by on Christmas eve for a few minutes, if that was all right? I couldn't refuse, and I always liked his family so I made a nice meal and cleaned and decorated and was in the middle of making some egg nog when my bell rang. I opened the door and Richie's mom and dad stood on my front porch. The snow was coming down little by little and I invited them in and his mother took my hand before coming inside and told me they had a surprise. They stepped aside and Richie came into view from the side of my door. My jaw dropped and before I could even say anything he came to me and lifted me off my feet in a hug.
"Surprise, little man." I clung to him as tightly as I could and I started crying.
Richie's mom just said: "Now, we expect the two of you for dinner tomorrow by four." She started back to their car and Richie's dad smiled when Richie put me down. His dad's hands went to my shoulders.
He squeezed lightly and quickly and said, "See you tomorrow, son," and disappered back into the car.
Richie closed the door behind them and we looked at each other for a long time, as if we weren't sure what to do. "I've missed you," he said.
"Are you real? I mean, is it really you?" I was still crying and he rubbed my cheek to wipe away the moisture.
"It's really me, little man. Hey,is it okay if I spend the night?"
I smiled at him. "Duh!" We both started laughing and he picked me up again, carrying me into the bedroom. Our clothes came off as quickly as we could both manage and I gasped when I saw him. He hadn't lost any size, but he was leaner. His body was tighter and harder than I'd ever seen it.
He stepped back from me and did a most muscular pose. "The food in Japan's been good to me, wussy." He looked me up and down. "Looks like you've been doing some good work too. Damn. You're hotter than I even remembered."
It was like we tried to cram a year apart into that one night. He carried me around while he fucked me. He lifted his whole body off the bed while I was fucking him. There wasn't an inch of skin on either part of our bodies that wasn't explored. The sheets were soaked with sweat by the time we finally fell asleep and we clung to each other the entire night.
The next morning he wished me a Merry Christmas and told me to stay in bed while he got my present. When he came back, he sat on the edge of the bed next to me and held out his hand. Nestled in his palm was a silver band.
He smiled at me. "Wussy, I can't stay away from you. Will you marry me?" I couldn't help it. I started crying again. "I quit my job. I mean, I found a job here. The pay's not as good, so we'd have to hold off on buying a place for a little while, but I don't want another day to go by without you next to me."
He stopped talking and it took me a minute to realize he was waiting for me to say something. "Yes. Yes. A thousand, million times, yes."
He slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me again. We were a little late to his mom's Christmas dinner.
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