Alphia Corporation - Chapter 22

The room before Sam was a very large main room to a suite of rooms, clearly, given the multiple doors to bedrooms and other spaces.

Within the room were couches scattered about the walls, the far wall had a full bar and kitchen, and there was a large sofa facing a huge flat screen TV on the wall.

On the far couch were two players, a topless cheerleader was straddling one and they were kissing. His black hands on her almond skin. Next to him, a very large and very naked white man, one of the bench player forwards if Sam recalled correctly, was pulling the top off a giggling cheerleader. Her long, blonde hair was caught up in a black scrunchie hairtie. Sam could see side boob as her breasts broke free of their confinement. The player laughed as he tossed her top away, and then grabbed her pony tail and pulled her face down.

Sam and Steve watched in amazement, and jealousy, as he shifted his hips forward and put his head back as she bobbed her head up and down with an impressive enthusiasm.

The two men on the couch were occupied, and ignored the two husbands, naked, caged and trembling as they were.

A very tall black man was sitting on the couch to the right, in front of the flat screen TV, watching what appeared to be video of an orgy of the players and women. Sam could not immediately see whether it was a party that had happened in this very hotel room, or one of the many the players used throughout the season.

He looked up and over to the cucks as they walked in and gave a smile. It was pleasant, and amused, but the look in his eye said 'I know what is going to happen later'. Sam could not keep his eye and looked down.

There were other players in the room, and a couple of other women who appeared to be in some way associated with the team.

Two men had been at the bar and were walking towards Sam and Steve. Both had on shorts on. The black man was shirtless, and his abdominal muscles and the muscles in his arms were intimidating. The one on the left was white, and one of the starting guards. One of the smaller members of the team, he still towered over Sam, who was himself taller than Steve. The other was a young, larger light skinned black man.

There were other people in the room, other men. Some women, but all disappeared from Sam's brain as he saw the two men approach.

Steve recognized the guard. He was the man who had cum inside Emily's mouth as she was chained to the wall and hand spanked her breast as discipline for not swallowing his sperm.

He had also been the first male to take the time to properly train Steve to pleasure a cock. Steve remembered very clearly how he liked attention to his balls, and to the shaft, and the tongue swirling technique under the head when he needed to cum.

Steve remember, also, the strength and hardness of his hands and how demanding he could be if not sucked right.

He was white, with his hair cut really short. His blue eyes were predatory and his smile confident and aggressive. His t shirt was baggy and hanging below his waist. He fondled his cock through his shorts as he approached the two cucks.

Steve had always felt extremely submissive towards him, and as the men approached Steve stepped forward towards the guard and dropped to his knees.

Sam watched in shock. He saw his friend reach up without hesitation and grab the man's black shorts, pull them down freeing a hardening large penis.

Under his friend's wide-eyed gaze, Steve took the penis in his hand, kissed the tip, and pushed it up against the dominant male's belly. Sam saw Steve lick and suck the underside from the tip down to the balls, and then lick and suck each testicle. He started on the way back up before Sam's view was interrupted by the black player who was the second of the men approaching the two caged, naked and humiliated cucks.

"Good boy," Sam heard the man whose dick was being sucked exactly as he liked say to Steve. It was clear that this was not the first time that Steve had been on his knees for him.

"Hah," the black player now standing in front of Sam chuckled. "You trained that little cuckboy good."

"M-hmm," the white player said, his hands now on Steve's head, pulling him back up and forcing his cock deep into Steve's throat.

"Uggg, ugggg," Steve gargled, but he was now fondling the man's heavy testicles and other than his body betraying him but struggling against the intrusion of the head of the cock in his throat, Steve was doing his best to please his conqueror.

Sam's brain was on fire, and his penis was swelling in its tiny cage. He felt so incredibly vulnerable, and aroused, and anxious. His attention was fully engaged in seeing his friend so quickly take to the cock now in his throat.

"Trained?" He wondered to himself. "What the fu --?"

But his mental conversation was cut short by the black player, a massive male presence, looming over him.

"Kneel, bitch," the man said, pulling a large, black cock out of his shorts.

Sam went wide-eyed, and his palms became instantly clammy. He stared at the penis, larger than he had seen before, and he stood still in shock.

The player took Sam's hand and pulled it to his cock.

"You the husband of the blonde slut, yeah?"

Sam grasped the penis and felt its warmth, and strength and felt weaker, even, than he had even a moment before.

"Good looking whore," he said, "gonna fuck her soon. Kneel."

He pushed Sam's shoulders and Sam's knees just buckled and he near collapsed to the floor in front of the player, his hand still clutching the black cock which was now at eye height.

"Jesus Christ," the player complained, stepping forward and slapping Sam in the face with his dick. "Suck already."

Sam froze.

Steve gave him a side eye, silently urging Sam to surrender and serve, even as his attention was on the cock now pistoning in and out of his mouth. The white player was leaning back, his eyes closed, cock really hard and enjoying the complete debasement of the white cuck husband at his feet.

"I fucking hate these untrained cuck loser bois," the black player complained, now rubbing his balls all over Sam's face.

Sam was stunned by everything. The warm strength of the hard cock in his hand, his penis rising and pressing against the cage even -- or maybe because of, his mind reeled even more at the thought -- his humiliation and arousal and the vision of Steve, his mentor, who yesterday had been leading a room full of hard charging salespeople, dominating the room and leading a department of millions of dollars, on his knees worshipping the dick of a man using his throat.

Sam heard a wail of feminine pleasure rising from one of the side rooms and he flinched.

That was definitely Emily, and Sam saw Steve's cheeks and neck flush red with even more humiliation.

The man looming over Sam was talking to him again, and Sam looked up, realizing that he looked to the man as the females had looked to Sam over the years. Sam shuddered.

"You are going to suck my dick, loser," the player threatened, smacking Sam in the face with his cock and pulling at his hair. "You are here to drain my balls while I wait my turn with your slut."

It was all too much, and Sam pushed at the man's thighs. The player, shocked, let Sam go. "What the fuck ...?"

He looked angry, but Sam's brain was overwhelmed by his interior emotions and everything going on around him. Steve was about to earn his first load of sperm, and Sam was unable to process everything.

"I fucking HATE untrained loser bois," the player complained again, now turning towards Steve.

The player in Steve's mouth was grimacing and groaning, his hands on Steve's head holding him still as he moved the head of his penis in Steve's mouth, enjoying and soft, wet and warm feeling of the subordinate male's lips and tongue just as he liked it when he needed to cum.

Steve was stroking his cock with an eagerness that shocked Sam, and fondling the heavy balls with his other hand. Sam was agog, seeing that his friend had not submitted to the men but was embracing his role with an enthusiasm.

Sam felt adrift, and so alone. The player groaned, took his cock out of Steve's mouth and jerked himself off. Steve lifted up his face dutifully, and opened his mouth as he painted Steve's face with his jizz. Steve flinched, blushed, but slurped the head of the still spewing cock back into his mouth to take the last, and then immediately turned to the black player who had failed to conquer Sam.

"You are a fucking loser," the black player said to Sam, as Steve turned his cum smeared face to the man and sucked his second cock of the afternoon. "Mmmm, that's a good cuck," and he patted the cum-smeared Steve on the head.

Sam blushed, and felt ashamed, and confused.

Sam felt a presence to his his right and he turned. The huge black man who had been watching the fuck party on the tv on the couch was standing. He was wearing small white shorts and nothing else. His black body was all muscle and strong definition, and he was easily a foot taller than Sam.

"Don't worry about him, son," he said to Sam, who was easily a decade older than the man standing in front of him. The man held out a hand and Sam took it for a moment, to be hauled to his feet.

"You can come with me now," the man said and led Sam over to the couch.

He sat down, and Sam went to sit next to him. The man's teeth were very white in his black face and he smiled as he chuckled at the naked and caged cuck next to him. "Haha, not there," he said in his baritone, and he chuckled again, and pointed to the carpeted floor at his feet, "there."

Sam scurried down where pointed, and dropped to his knees. His whole body registered shock at his submission to the energy in the room.

He looked up at the humongous black man in front of him. He saw humor and understanding... and steel... in those eyes.

He could hear laughter... and gagging... from behind his left shoulder and he looked to turn to see what his colleague, friend and fellow cuck was being subjected to. He only turned his head slightly when the large man over him reached out and touched his face.

Sam's attention jerked back to the man. His man.

He felt himself flush as those two words registered in his brain.

"Don't worry about anyone else," the man instructed, moving his huge hand from Sam's face to point to his own. "100% attention on me, understand?"

Sam nodded, realizing how utterly pathetic he must look, kneeling on hands and knees, taking instruction, straining in his cage and about to prove his submission to this stranger.

"I am gonna take my big black dick out now," the man said, reaching for the waistband of his shorts, "but that's the last time. Because you are new. Cucks need to do the work."

Without waiting for a response, or perhaps knowing that Sam would sit there, stupidly mouth open, he pulled his shorts down and off his feet, tossing them carelessly behind Sam.

The man gave the 'come here' gesture, and Sam instinctively rose to his knees. The man was ready for Sam's hesitation and had Sam's hand, pulling it to his huge and uncut black cock. He was shaved close and his balls large, but the bulbous head of the cock stood out in Sam's mind.

Sam felt the other huge hand on his head, pulling his face to the hardening cock. The man's strength was absurd, and even though Sam was not a first time dicksucker, this was new.

The bulbous head filled his mouth, but the man pushed harder and into the back of Sam's throat. Sam felt himself struggle and flail. He would have squealed if his throat was not full of dick.

The dominant man released a little and let Sam relax a little. Sam felt himself tongue the underside of the cock and was rewarded by a grown.

"Good boi, you taste that sweet pussy?"

Sam realized that there was a sour musky flavor, and he sucked on his own how, bobbing up and down, and reached up to fondle the man's balls.

"Yeah, I know you recognize it. We were all fucking the new blonde cunt, before Dante took her off to break her in."

Sam felt himself shrink inside, and flush everywhere else.

He could hear Steve howling, and then gurgling as he was obviously fed another hard cock in his mouth.

Sam felt strong, masculine hands on his head, pulling him up and back on the cock, to his man's rhythm. The huge, black cock was thicker than he had dealt with before, and the head bumped against the back of his throat on every down stroke.

"I didn't have a chance to cum in her, but I will. Keep sucking."

The man pulled Sam hard down on the cock, pushing into the start of Sam's throat. He gagged and struggled and heard a chuckle.

"Oh fuck, this is going to be a rough night," Sam thought to himself, sweating as he struggled to keep his hands down and away from the man. His instinct was to fight back, but he needed to surrender.

Steve stopped howling, and Sam heard laughter as he took over some of the chores. He liked and sucked the underside of the head and he slurped his way up and down the shaft, fondling heavy balls as he did.

A man was pulling Steve across the room by his hair, around the side of the couch and into Sam's field of vision. Sam did not know if that was intentional, or if the men just did not care and it happened.

Sam saw Steve as he was flipped him around, his face pushed into the carpet and as he was mounted, the real man going balls deep in a single stroke. Sam wanted to freeze as Steve screamed again, and howled as he was vigorously anally fucked.

"You jealous of your boy, there?" The player said, stroking Sam's head.

The cock in Sam's mouth was quite hard now and Sam felt a surge of pride. His balls lurched, and his trapped little penis swelled almost painfully against its cage. It wasn't painful, though. The pressure was intense and erotic.

He heard a groan of pleasure, and felt a taste of sperm at the tip of the cock. Sam licked it up and caught his man's eye.

"You jealous of your boy?" the dominant man asked again.

Sam glanced over to see another player, this time a huge white man, take his place behind Steve, and laughingly penetrate the cuckold, again completely deep in a single stroke. Steve screamed again.

Sam hesitated, and then shook his head no, watching as the men took turns.

"They are just warming up," the player said, lifting his cock out of Sam's mouth and pulling the junior executive's head down to his balls. "Suck my balls now, bitch."

Sam quickly knelt lower, and used his hands to move the testicles up so he could properly lathe the back of the heavy balls. He sucked one into his mouth, savoring the masculine musk, before moving to the other.

Steve was howling again.

"Mmmmm," the large man rumbled as he enjoyed Sam's work, "We are all going to fuck you too, cuck."

Sam froze. The largest part of him felt horrified, but the small part of him... that part was incredibly aroused at the thought of surrender... humiliating surrender to these men who owned he and his darling.

That realization was more horrifying than any other thought.

And exciting.

"Just as warmup," the man said again, now pulling Sam down farther, and lifting his legs up. Sam, without being told, rimmed his asshole, eliciting another groan of pleasure.

"We are going to use you loser bois to get us going before dropping loads into that sweet, sweet white cunt wife of yours," the man continued.

After a few moments of enjoying Sam's tongue in his ass, Sam felt hands pulling his head up by his hair. He involuntarily gave a very non-masculine squawk.

He felt more than heard the chuckle from his man, who pulled Sam's mouth over the head of his dick again. Sam remembered to reach up and fondle the heavy balls and stroke the shaft so that his man was distracted and was less likely to force himself deep.

They proceed like this for a little while, up and down, licking and slurping and kissing. Sam's rubbing his thumb on the sensitive underside of the head of the cock produced a moan and a bead of precum which Sam immediately lapped up with a swirl of his tongue.

He could hear now more male laughter, grunts and groans, puncuated by Steve's occasional howl, and he could also hear feminine giggles, wailing orgasms and slaps, which Sam assumed were lucky real men spanking the eager and willing women.

He could not hear Emily's voice, nor any sounds from his own wife. He knew he would be able to pick out a Carrie orgasm, but... nothing.

"New to the cage, huh?" Sam's man said, looking down at Sam, now with kinder eyes that Sam was performing appropriately.

Sam nodded as he bobbed up and down, lathing the underside of the cock in his mouth with his tongue. His arousal had reached a state of almost bliss. His cock was pushing against the confines of the cage, and he felt himself shudder as he felt himself lurch in his cage. He glanced down at himself as he took a breath and saw a stream of precum leaking from his cage.

"You are a big shot at the office, aren't you," the large black man rumbled, nudging Sam back to work. Sam quickly slurped huge head into his mouth and licked the underside, tonguing the tip where precum was building again.

Sam nodded as he fellated the man lounging in front of him.

"The other cuck boi, he your boss?"

Sam hesitated, because the relationship at the office was complex. "Sort of," he said, figuring that that was as accurate as was possible without interrupting his real job. At least at the moment.

"But he a big shot, too, yeah?"

Sam took his mouth off the cock the moment necessary to say "yes", and then dived back onto it.

He'd had two hands on the shaft before, because he knew he enjoyed that when Carrie sucked him, but the player had moved one hand to his balls, so Sam was fondling the heavy balls with one hand, while stroking the shaft with the other, bobbing up and down and sucking throughout.

"I bet you don't feel like a big shot right now, do you?"

Sam could feel the mirth in the voice of the man he was sucking. He felt a strong hand gently stroke his face and cup his chin, pulling Sam up and off the delicious cock he had been worshipping.

Sam for a moment resisted the hands on his head, this time trying to keep the cock head in his mouth. This lead to further mirth.

Sam blushed, but he kept fondling the heavy testicles in his hand in the way that he had learned his man liked, gently cupping them and lightly scratching the back of the balls with his fingers. His other hand was wrapped around his prize, and he moved his thumb in soft circles on the sensitive underside of the head.

"Kiss it," his man demanded, and Sam immediately kissed the head of the cock in his hand.

He yelped as he felt himself pulled up by the hair.

"He don't look like a big shot now, do he?" His man demanded of Sam, pulling him to the couch up enough to look over the back to see Steve, pummeled by a large white man who was pistoning in and out of his ass with a wild abandon.

The sounds that Steve was making were muffled by the huge cock in his mouth and, as Sam watched in fascination, down his throat.

The black man in front of Steve was laughing and knocking his hands away as the junior executive struggled.

The sounds that Steve would have been making were he not being fully dominated... Sam could not imagine.

"No," Sam whispered.

"You want me to turn you over to the men now, cuck?"

The huge man asked.

Sam looked up at him in horror, and dived back down to the huge penis and sucked it into his mouth, hoping to please his man. He felt so emasculated.

He shook his head vigorously, on an eager upstroke before diving back down and gagging himself on the man, because he knew that that always brought a groan of pleasure.

"Good boi," he murmured, patting Sam's head.

He pulled Sam up and pulled Sam in to suck on his nipple. He took one of Sam's hands and pulled it down to his huge cock. Sam stroked the hard cock and sucked and licked one nipple, and then the other.

"I'm going to give you to my brothers, now, little boy," the man whispered in Sam's ear. "Unless you beg me to break you in right, the right way."

Sam froze, his fear and arousal competing and merging into a sense of euphoric surrender. "Please," Sam whispered.

It was unclear even to him what that plea meant.

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- Cont'd