Series: Training Chris and Mark Chapter Six An Evening with Alpha Mark in the Valley of Decision
The boys were in the large shower off my home gym where Ron was shaving Chris, removing even the slightest trace of hair from around his cock and balls, his taint, and asshole, and with it, the last remnants of his former self. While considered what needed to be discussed before I took Chris home. I knew transitioning his sense of self from eight hours ago to his new reality didn't happen without causing confusion. Like Ron when we met, Chris was a natural sub. I was just the one lucky to find him.
When Ron led Chris back into the room, the only hint that the naked young man with the hairless crotch standing before me was the same confident, straight twenty-four-year-old I met earlier was that Bonerboy stood tall and proud and looked me in the eye. What pleased me so was that his hairless balls were drawn up tight, and his thick, six-inch cock that earned him his nickname was standing up hard, its foreskin retracted, snapping up every few seconds to slap its leaking head against his tummy where his treasure trail once was.
For the next twenty minutes or so, I sat with Chris curled up comfortably on the floor between my legs, his face resting against my balls and thigh, looking up at me while he sucked gently on my cock, opening his mouth only occasionally to ask a question. We discussed every aspect of his masturbatory habits. When he jerked off, where he liked to do that, and how. I explained that from then on, I would control him and his cock, and when, where, how, and how often he was allowed to masturbate and to have orgasms if he earned them.
When I told Chris that he would never again be allowed to masturbate without having a cock in his mouth, his tongue stopped tickling my dick for a second. I worried that I might have to discipline him. I hadn't had Chris over my knees for a spanking yet, and I was looking forward to that. I had not fully formed the thought before his licker lifted and began to caress my cock again, even more slavishly than before.
While Chris, who along with his roommate, had only hours before been strutting around a popular Happy Hour bar cruising for women and thinking they might luck out and find some gay guy to pay to suck their dicks rested his cheek against my leg as he looked up into my eyes as he sucked on mine, I explained to him how he was going to help me put his roommate Mark in the same position. A couple of times, when he had questions, I had him open his mouth and extend his tongue for a cocklashing while I answered them.
When Blake introduced me to Chris and Mark, I instinctively sensed Mark to be the alpha of the two. In any group of males, there's always an alpha, even among wimps and nerds. It's just a matter of degree.
My fingers began to run through Chris's hair as his lips gripped my shaft. The tip of his tongue started tickling the ultra-sensitive clit-like nub of flesh lucky men have on the undersides of their cocks just down from the heart-shaped cleft of the heads of their dicks. Being male, Chris knew about that and now that he was a cocksucker, he was showing off for me.
As I watched Chris's handsome face bobbing and turning and corkscrewing up and down my shaft as his tongue power buffed the head of my cock within his warm wet mouth, I remembered the sight of his dark-haired roommate Mark sprawled out naked on Blake's sofa with my friend sucking his long thick drool coated dick.
Laying back more than sitting on the couch, his clothing tossed carelessly aside, arms stretched out along the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, Mark looked like the alpha I had tagged him to be earlier in the evening. I couldn't keep myself from squatting down next to Blake and encircling the twenty-five-year-old stud's thick rigid cock tightly at its base with my thumb and forefinger like a dominating bone and flesh cockring and chucking teasingly, "I bet you're in Heaven right now."
As I hoped, pleasure drugged Mark's eyes opened partially, and his face turned toward my voice before he gasped, "Fuck yeah, man, he's fantastic."
Hearing Mark's words, Blake's eyes opened, and he looked into mine as his drooling mouth lifted off Mark's cock. With Mark and Blake both looking at me, my fingers squeezed Mark's cock tighter, making every vein on its now whole wet circumcised length bulge and its big, bulging, throbbing, perfectly sculpted head turn a deep shade of purple. That elicited a deep, rumbling moan from within the depths of Mark's being that I could almost feel through my fingers. Then I slapped Mark's cock hard, and Blake immediately went back down on it.
My last words to Mark as I stood over him, gripping his left nipple with a thumb and index fingertip as he lay gasping and moaning and grinding his pelvis like a wanton slut desperate for relief, had been, "Maybe we can get together soon, Mark. I know some other things you might enjoy, too."
As dawn broke over L.A., I dropped Chris off at an overpriced apartment complex in Studio City, where he and Mark lived. He was fully briefed on what I expected of him. He wouldn't be masturbating that day. His always-horny cock was locked up in a clear, polycarbonate CB-6000 chastity cage. I preferred polycarbonate because of the ubiquitous security scanners everywhere nowadays. We would talk by phone that evening after he told Mark about his experience with me, or at least the version I wanted Mark to know.
I called Chris at the prearranged time.
"Hello, Sir," Chris greeted me upon answering my call.
"Good evening, Bonerboy. Are you adjusting to your cage?"
"Pretty much, Sir. It still feels weird."
"It will for a while. You'll get used to it. Have you had time to talk to Mark?" I inquired.
"Yes, Sir, some. I explained what you told me to. I think he understands."
"Tell me what you told him. Take your time, and tell me exactly what you said." I wanted to know what Mark knew, so I made no missteps.
"Yes, Sir. I told Mark I had a great time at your place last night. As you said, I did say you are a Dom and that we roleplayed. When he asked how much money I made, I told him you kept giving me fifties during the night, but when I had earned $250, we talked about why he and I were hustling. You said that since I was so good, you took the money back and said you would cover my full share of our rent shortage. I told him you want to meet him and that you'll cover his part too if he is as good and eager to please as I am."
That was not exactly what I had coached him to say, but it was close enough. My interest was more in Mark's reaction.
"Has Mark seen your cage?
"No, Sir. We're not naked in front of each other hardly at all."
"What did Mark say when you told him all that?"
"Not a lot. He asked what we did, but you told me not to tell him you made me suck your cock and Ron's most of the night."
A sure way to discourage a straight guy from playing is to tell him he's going to be the cocksucker.
"Will you enjoy having Mark suck your cock, Bonerboy?"
"I never thought about that, Sir."
"I didn't ask if you ever thought about Mark sucking your cock."
"Mark can be a dick sometimes. Yeah, yes, Sir, I'd like to have him suck my cock."
"Good, because I'm going to have Mark practice his cocksucking skills on your always hard cock quite a lot before I allow him to suck mine. And, before that, he's going to learn to suck on a big rubber cock you will buy tomorrow. But let's get Mark in here now. I think it's time for me to get to know Mr. Alpha. Once Mark joins me, you will leave."
"Yes, Sir. I'll go and send him in now."
"I'll text you later. Now, send Mark in."
I half expected a delay while Mark questioned Chris about our conversation, but to my surprise, he entered Chris's bedroom almost immediately upon Bonerboy's exit. Mark was coached on what to expect, so I wasn't surprised when his eyes immediately focused on the laptop screen on Bonerboy's desk.
"Hello, Mark, it's good to see you again, and this time with your clothes on," I welcomed him, smiling from the screen. "Although I do prefer you naked. Please pull a chair out into the middle of the floor, and let's get it positioned so I can see all of you when you're seated."
I waited while the young alpha obediently did as instructed.
"Good boy. What sort of underwear do you have on, shorts, if any?" I asked.
Interestingly, there was no obvious reaction to the "Good boy" remark. I did see some confusion, which I attributed to the question about his underwear.
"Boxer briefs."
"Strip down to them. Everything off, including your socks, and then sit down." Again, said casually with a smile.
Now close to naked, sitting in the middle of Chris's small bedroom and looking at me through the screen of his roommate's laptop, Mark was beginning to lose the air of confident alpha superiority with which he entered.
"Chris told you what happened between us last night and what you should expect tonight, didn't he, Mark?" I inquired in a way that required a response.
Hesitation followed by, "Ugh, yeah, he did."
"I think he probably told you enough for you to know that was not the proper way to reply. Am I right, Mark?" Said with a smile and an almost friendly chuckle in my voice.
"Yes, you're right, he did, Sir," Admitted freely by a boy who, upon reflection, knows he has erred.
"Good! Splendid! We'll have no more of that then?"
"No, Sir. I understand."
"When I gripped your cock at Blake's, and you looked into my eyes, I thought I saw something of great value in you, Mark, like a deep vein of gold that's waiting for the right miner to come along. I like to mine that vein, and dig until I have extracted every ounce of gold down deep in you boy, if you want to."
"Yes, Sir, I understand."
"Chris didn't tell you I gave him quite a few fifty-dollar bills to take home that he will give you for each fifty you earn tonight. Does that sound okay to you?"
"Yes, Sir. May I ask a question?"
"Of course."
"Chris said you told him after he had done enough to get $250, that because he was good for you, you would cover his share of our rent shortage. Was that right?"
"I told him that because he had indicated at that point that he was a good boy and would continue to be a good, obedient boy, I would do that, yes." I wanted to be clear that there was a difference between what he said and what was.
"I see, I think. Your promise meant he had to commit to more of whatever you were doing. Is that right?" He is trying to nail this down, I thought.
"Mark, I think Chris told you I will make you the same offer. I think you will completely understand it when the time comes. Can we leave it at that?"
"Okay...yes, Sir. I'm just trying to understand." Concern was written all over his attractive face.
"Mark, you're used to always being in control, having the plan, issuing the orders, running the show. Right?" I asked still smiling and friendly.
I almost laughed when his entire posture changed as he sat upright him the chair and lifted his face to look directly at the screen, "Yes, Sir, that's me."
"Well Mark, that will remain you always, except when you are with me, or with my boy Ron. When you are with either of us, you, and Chris, will be obedient and eager to please. You will exist to please. Chris knows that. We are here to determine if you are prepared to learn that." I did my best to lay it out matter-of-factly. Then, with a reassuring smile, "So far, you are doing fine."
"You have the most attractive little rose-colored nipples, Mark," I said suddenly in a total change of subject. "I'm sure no one has ever complimented you on them. I think they're very nice. Tease them for me."
The straight twenty-five-year-old sat there looking at the screen as if dumbstruck.
"I know. No one has ever told you to work your nipples before. Just reach up, take them between your thumbs and index fingertips, and roll them gently for me, Mark, and you'll be on your way to the first fifty." With an alpha, gentle but firm encouragement applied steadily over long, repeated sessions usually works well.
It took some time and a lot of verbal abuse, but eventually, Mark was leaning back in his chair with his long, muscled legs spread wide, his chin touching his collarbone as he looked into my eyes through the screen with his arms crossed on his chest as he tugged on, twisted and rolled his swollen nipples and thanked me repeatedly for allowing him to do so. I waited until the still-straight boy's eyes were fully glazed before I told him to release one nip, reach down, and hook his boxer briefs waistband under his ballsack so his by-then hard cock could stand free.
With $150 now displayed in the top right corner of the laptop screen, I had Mark roll back on the chair, lift his knees to his chest, and slowly slide his boxer briefs down over his muscular, dimpled, hairless, lifted buttcheeks. Although the creamy half-moons were pressed together, even televised, their crack looked as tempting as I had imagined. It would take all my self-control not to take this would-be alpha before I plucked both his and Chris's cherries with them side-by-side, which I dearly wanted to do.
Naked now, I ordered Mark to his knees and immediately had him begin to masturbate for me. He hesitated for a few seconds, but I stopped that.
"Look at yourself, naked...for ME, tits scarlet red from all the playing with them you've done...for ME, your big cock so hard it's dancing...for ME, leaking...for ME. Now beat your meat for me boy, before I decide I'm done with you," I commanded while looking directly into Mark's eyes through the ether.
Naked, sitting back on his heels, his sculpted pecs thrust forward as if offering their now purplish nipples, and his pelvis and still hairy pubic mound up thrust as his fist began to pump his cock, Mark obeyed. The Number on the screen changed to $200.
A few minutes later, as the handsome straight roofer pressed his chest to the floor, clasped his hands in the small of his tightly arched back, and lifted his parted butt cheeks toward the screen for approval, he heard the man he was performing for say he was being a very good boy.
As Mark grouched on Chris's bedroom floor, the door suddenly opened, and Chris, naked except for his cage, entered, startling Mark. His arrival was prompted by a text I sent. It was time to put in motion plans I discussed with Chris that morning during the drive to his apartment. In addition to the cage Chris wore, he had an identical cage with him that I hoped to have him place on Mark that evening.
"What the fuck!? Get out of here!" Mark exclaimed as Chris entered the room.
"Quiet down, Mark. I sent Chris a text ordering him here." I almost shouted through the laptop.
"What? Why? Dude, this sucks!" Mark was angry, confused and not listening to what I was saying.
"Mark...quiet down. Listen to what I have to say. Sit. Be quiet. Chris, kneel," I tried simple commands.
The boys exchanged words, which seemed to calm Mark. With Mark seated, his cock now soft, and Chris kneeling beside the chair, I explained to Mark the arrangement I offered Chris. I said there were things Chris and I had done together that Mark and I had not yet done, but I suspected he was intelligent and worldly enough to figure out what those were. I had him look at the cage Chris wore, and one he brought into the room, and I explained what they meant. If he agreed to join Chris as my boy, he simply had to ask me to cage his cock.
"I want to get off." It was a statement with a tinge of plea.
"Were you asking me to allow you to cum?" He must have no doubt about what was taking place.
"I need to cum now."
"Your big cock isn't even hard. Maybe if you get hard and decide what you want, I might allow you to cum before Chris locks your cock up for the night," A reassuring smile of encouragement.
I do enjoy a naked straight man on his knees stroking his cock for me.
"Yes, I want the arrangement. I understand what you expect. I've never done what I think you'll want me to do."
He still thinks this is a negotiation. That's fine. More the fun.
"Excellent! Now beat your meat and fill your palm with as much baby batter as you can milk out of your big balls, Mark. Go on, boy, stroke your big cock for me," I encouraged my new sub.
Mark obeyed. His fist began to pump. At first, he looked down at his hard and growing dick as his hand flayed it then his handsome face lifted to look directly at me through the screen. Chris stood nearby mesmerized by Mark's rapidly jacking fist. I sent Chris a text and hesitantly at first, but then with confidence almost bordering on glee, he joined me in abusing the masturbating former alpha with a barrage of sexually degrading verbal assaults, all of which seemed to drive Mark to greater heights.
When I knew Mark had reached a level where the pending explosion would produce an enormous amount of jizz, I ordered him to cum for me. When he didn't do so instantly, I shouted my demand at him, leaving no doubt that he had no choice but to obey, and he did...directly into his free palm as I had instructed him earlier not to forget to do.
The first blast of cum appeared as a solid continuous white rope that extended from the tip of Mark's big cockhead in a long thick arcing stream down to his open palm. It looked too solid even to be cum. The second explosive belch of baby batter up from his balls followed instantly and duplicated the first, except it flew even further, splashing all over his palm and fingers. The third and fourth wads were big, thick burps of jizzz that gushed out and plopped down into the puddle on Mark's filling palm with audible wetness. More cum spewed until he was drained.
Exhausted, his heart racing, and his lungs sucking in and expelling air like those of a champion racehorse, Mark did not complain or struggle when Chris, following my instructions, lifted Mark's cum-filled hand to the still orgasmic sub's parted lips and tilted his open palm.
"Mark, look at me," I ordered, suddenly dragging the former alpha up out of his bliss so his eyes, still not fully focused, looked toward the screen. "Lick up all that nectar."
Chris held Mark's hand tilted so the outer edge of his cum-filled palm rested against his lower lip as Mark, and I looked into each other's eyes over the edge of his thumb. As I smiled at my new boy warmly, his tongue licked and lapped, and a few times his lips pursed, and he sucked at his cummy palm until all his tasty cum was in his belly.
Later, as I watched, Chris locked up Mark's junk. I looked forward to tomorrow night when my two new subs would visit.