I Know Youre My Sons Girlfriend, But I See The Way You Look At Me. Im The Alpha Male Of This House And

I know you’re my son’s girlfriend, but I see the way you look at me. I’m the alpha male of this house and everyone knows it, even you. If my son were here right now, I’d force him to watch what I’m about to do to you. You’ve never felt a real man pleasure you. These thick fingers will turn your world upside down. I can literally lift you with one hand. My thighs can hold your trembling body steady. And when my pulsating cock forces its way into depths that my son’s tiny dick could only dream of, all it’ll take is one big hand of mine to stifle your screams of pleasure. So come here baby, it only hurts at first.

The thing about muscle dudes is they can literally sit on you and you’ll fucking pass out. Have you ever had the misfortune of smelling a jock’s asshole after a hard workout? Or ever felt 200+ lbs of SOLID muscle weighing down on you, as deadweight? Don’t even think about what will happen if they USE their muscles. It’s horrifying.

Ya missed me, didn’t ya dudes?

You can usually detect Alphas by the way they are self-obsessed and shameless. But don’t they have the right to be? C'mon fags, y'all know a guy like this could whoop you into submission in a New York minute. That is, if you aren’t already pissing your pants at the thought of angering a stud like this. Best get on your knees before he notices your hesitance.

He doesn’t even care that you are there. You are not even a guest in his home. You are less than that. He is in admiration of his rock solid biceps, and so are you. You don’t know what to say.. he likes showing off, but maybe he doesn’t want to hear your gay remarks? His fists could send you flying across the room, so erring on the side of caution, you just silently admire his power.

Some of my favorites from @broodingmuscle​ !

My big brother was everything any man wanted to be: a true fucking powerhouse with a massive cock. His strength was incredible and they didn’t make shirts large enough to fit him properly. I remember one night a few months ago, after he came home drenched in sweat from a brutal chest workout, I asked him if he would start training me. He lightly pushed me down onto the couch, looked down at me, and said, “Why? You’ll never be as big as me. Just let your big brother be the man in your life. There’s a place for you little boys in this world.”

I was confused as to what he meant, until he put an immense, sweaty hand on his massive package that was bulging through his gym shorts and rubbed it obscenely. “still soft” he snickered as he watched my eyes bulge from the size of it. “for now that is” Like an innate understanding, I knew my place immediately.