Alphia Corporation - Chapter 23

The large man looked down, straight into Sam's pleading eyes, his hand still clutching the huge cock.   

He gave Sam a small smile, which did not reach his eyes, and pointed at the floor.   Sam gasped and sat back slightly as his man rose to his feet.   

There was a squeal of happy female laughter, and Sam turned to see Emily over the shoulder of a large black man.   She was giggling, and kicking her hands and feet ineffectually, her beautiful red hair bouncing around with her movement.   

As the laughing man walked into the room from where Steve's wife had clearly been being fucked, Sam could see her ass, reddened from spanking, and could see sperm leaking out of pussy.   Her ass was distended, and it was clear that Steve was not the only member of the marriage who had been fully claimed.   

Other than a chuckle, his man ignored Emily and Steve.   Sam felt his presence before him now, towering over him and then kneeling.   Strong hands were on his shoulders, and Sam found himself turning with the pressure, and then down.   A sharp shove between his shoulder blades and Sam fell forward.   

Finding himself on his elbows and knees, Sam gasped as he felt hairy, strong knee between his ankles pushing them apart, and a strong hand on his hip pulling him into position just as Sam enjoyed with his darling Carrie and other women in the past.   

"That's a good boi," his man murmured behind him.   Sam could feel another hand gently bumping his ass as his man stroked the hard cock that was about to conquer Sam completely.   

"You just relax, be a good cuck," his man said, and Sam jumped as he felt a strong, hard hand stroke his balls gently.   Sam moaned involuntarily and he felt his cock lurch, and some precum ooze from the tip of his cage.   

Unknowing to Sam the activity in the room had slowed, the energy of the new cuck being claimed the center of gravity of the attention in the room.  

His man chuckled and Sam felt him move forward as the strong hand on his hip and lower back pulled him back and pushed his lower back down to the proper angle for best penetration.   

Several of the players, including the guard who Steve had so eagerly blown, were gathering on the other side of the couch where Sam had moments before been fellating his man.   There was little conversation, but shared grins and appreciative murmurs as they watched a master at his work.  

For Sam, unaware that he was becoming the center of attention of the room, all he knew was that everything was bewildering, and strange.   The pull on his balls from the cage hanging down felt... really good, but still so humiliating.   

Sam's heart beat faster, knowing that his ultimate surrender was about to be claimed.   Internally he felt the masculine need still bubbling up to stop things.   To reclaim himself and then in his mind he heard Carrie's voice through the note she had left, "Make me proud."  

He forced himself to relax, to be ready for his man.   

Sam felt the heat and strength of the large body behind him and then he felt the soft and hard, unyielding top of the huge cock push against his sphincter and then inside.   Sam was relaxing as best as he could but he still screamed at the shock, and intensity of the sensation.   

Barely he could recognize the burst of laughter in the room before he was pulled back by his hip and shoulder to impale himself on the huge cock.   

Sam could not hear Steve anymore, and his friend had completely fled Sam's mind.    

His man patted Sam on his head, and stroked his hair. "That's a good boi.   Relax, let daddy take things, just relax."  

The cock was halfway up his ass, and it was much larger, thicker and longer, than Gary's dick, and Sam felt himself stretch.   It was painful, and deeply humiliating and he wasn't sure he had used enough lube.   

Realizing that he was in no position to negotiate, Sam took a deep breath and forced the muscles in his back and arms to relax.   He realized that he had been entirely tensed.   

"Ha," his man said, now bending down and wrapping his huge, strong arms around the little white cuck beneath him. "That's right, cuck. Just surrender."  

His man laid a tender kiss on Sam's neck as he pushed his cock farther into Sam.   The tender brutality of the moment, tender touching even as his man forced his cock up, farther and then completely into Sam.   

Sam started to scream and it came out as a sob.   He felt himself shaking, tearing up and leaking cum as the huge man groaned in pleasure.   

"Mmmmm, that is some sweet little boi pussy for sure."  

For a few moments the man gentle rocked his hips to move inside his cuck, Sam gasping and screaming softly every time the cock took him completely.   

His man looked up at his audience and grinned.   He raised a hand in thanks at their silent applause and grins.  

Emily was there, her slender, tiny white frame almost disappearing into the black arms of the man behind her, playing with her tits as he watched.   She tenderly clasped the strong hand on her breast and looked up and back at her man, for the moment, with a happy, excited grin before her attention returned to Sam and his man.  

"I broke your little friend in before," the huge man behind, above and inside Sam said quietly in Sam's reddened ear. "And he is a good little cum dumpster cuck now." 

Sam groaned, and felt himself shake with emotions.   Everything was so intense, and although he was a man, he felt no desire to resist or push back.  

Time disappeared, and Sam felt himself drifting, his mind blank, his emotions swirling, feeling humiliated, and grateful, and excited and beyond himself to a place of eroticism that was inexplainable to himself, even if he could think coherently.   

He jumped and gave out a startled squeal, sounding just like Carrie, he realized, as he felt a hard smack on his ass.   His man had strong hands on Sam's hips and fucking him at a steady rhythm.   He was talking to other people in the room, but Sam could not follow any of it.   

Now the crowd had grown, and Steve was next to his wife, bent over the back of the couch, red faced and groaning with the rhythm of the white guard that had claimed him for the night, hands on Steve's hips and fucking the cuck confidently and powerfully deep up his ass.

It was Steve's third man of the night to bend him over, and even in his utter humiliation he felt pride and arousal at helping the real men break down Sam. His friend on the floor below being taken by a real man for the first time.

And it wouldn't be the last.

Not even the last for the night. Not even close.  

If Sam had been not so deep inside himself and aware, he would have seen Emily, bent over next to her husband.   They were clutching hands, white knuckled, where a black man, different than who had been fondling her a few moments ago, was enjoying himself inside her married pussy.  

He would have seen the pretty redheaded Emily, eyes closed against the pleasure of being used by a real man, her lovely breasts hanging down and wobbling against the assault of the cock inside her.   But Sam saw none of it.

And he saw none of it.

His man was giving little chance for Sam to collect his thoughts, because Sam's ass fucking was deep, and powerful.

There was movement next to him, and Sam saw slender, feminine arms next to him and then a woman with golden hair was beside him.   

"Oh my God," Sam thought with horror, "Carrie CAN'T see me like this!"  

But it wasn't Carrie.   It was a beautiful, sexy blonde cheerleader.   She smiled at him and touched his nose playfully.   

"You look so CUTE!" She declared.   

Sam could see her beautiful breasts hanging down, firm and youthful on her slender frame.   She looked back with a grin at someone behind her and giggled.   Sam could see her wiggle and laugh as she enticed someone behind her.   

Sam put his head down again, to block out the additional humiliation of the beautiful woman's attention, but he could see the male hands on her hips and shoulder, and the sensation of movement and mass behind her.  

His man, stroking Sam's hair gently and murmuring to him, pushed all the way up Sam's ass.  

Sam was determined to make Carrie proud, and he relaxed as he could to properly surrender to the claiming, conquering, dominating cock inside him but he groaned and then screamed, clutching at the carpet.  

He could only vaguely see and hear her cries of pleasure, the rocking of her body and her breasts bobbing as his fellow, female, slut was fucked next to him.   Nearly all of his attention was to the sensation of his asshole being stretched, being filled, the feeling of the heavy testicles on his ass.   He realized he was sobbing.   There was a complicated sense of relief, and pride, and utter, total humiliation.  

It was, perhaps, the most erotic moment of his life.  

It was, also, a moment for Steve and Emily.   The real men also watching Sam be broken in... and broken down... were having a wonderful time fucking the married couple hard as they enjoyed the show.  

For Sam it seemed forever, but it was only five minutes or so before he was being fucked hard, deep and powerfully.   He felt himself relax against the intrusion, felt small and humiliated and intensely, intensely aroused.   His cock was growing against his cage, swelling and pushing against its confines.  

The pull of his balls against the cage was pleasurable, the head of the cock bumping against his prostate gave electric signals through his entire body and he felt himself responding, becoming aroused, hard as possible in the tiny metal confinement.  

"Oh my God, I am going to cum like this?" He thought to himself in amazement, and anxiety about the total surrender that might mean.  

But his man was close and didn't give Sam a chance to find out. He grabbed the caged cuck around the waist, his entire huge body against his back and thrust hard, deep and fast and gave the guttural growl of conquest and pleasure that Sam had muttered in Carrie's ears countless times.  

He could feel the man stiffen, his cock swell and then he roared, as his balls released his sperm into the more or less willing, caged, fully conquered cuckold.   Even Carrie vanished from Sam's brain as he was filled.  

Sam collapsed, feeling utterly broken and proud.   Sam gave a little cry and slumped to the floor, hearing the applause around the room.  

There was a deep chuckle and he heard his man thank his fans.

Still panting from his release, conquest and pleasure, the man leaned his weight down on Sam to reach his ear.

"I saw you before, pushing that cock away, slut," the man said, conversationally. "No more. No cum dodging, no running from real cock."

Sam froze, pinned beneath his heat and weight, the huge cock in this ass softening after breeding him, but still there.

After an eternity the meaning of the words hit him, and he found himself nodding, without even considering or wondering at the change himself.

"Good boy," his man murmured, and stroked Sam's hair tenderly again. "We gonna run a train on you and that hot blonde, innocent looking slut wife you have. Gonna turn her into cum rag, and make you our cum dumpster tonight. Help Borges and the Chairman make you proper Alphia whores."

His man withdrew without waiting for a response from Sam. He knew a broken in cuck when he saw one.

Sam collapsed onto the floor as though he were boneless.

Time disappeared for a moment, and then Sam felt soft feminine hands on his shoulders, and a kiss on his cheek.   He thought it was Carrie, because of the blonde hair, but the touch and sound was different.  

The cheerleader, also fucked and filled with cum, snuggled up to him in solidarity and commiseration.  

"Sweetie, you did amazing, you really did," she murmured.   Sam could feel her delicious breasts against his side, and her soft arms and hands stroking him. "You did great! The men really appreciate brave husbands like you." 

"Th -- thank you," Sam replied, genuinely appreciating her support.  

They cuddled for a moment or two, and then Sam heard Mr. Borges and the cheerleader pulled away from Sam.  

He opened his eyes and looked forward.   Mr. Borges was swatting down in front of him, still in his suit jacket and tie.   He was smiling his normal friendly, predatory grin, but with a touch more of the predatory this time.  

"Gotta get up, Sam," he said, touching Sam's shoulder.  

Sam just looked at him in confusion for a moment.  

"Up you go," Borges said again, pushing Sam to get him back to movement, "Dante's fucking the hell out of your wife and he wants you to watch."

Sam just stared at him, pulling himself back together with effort.

"Come on, up you go now! Part of the training!"

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