#murphysalphas

[alphasboys]

it was all happening so quickly. he had just fallen, he had been dancing and enjoying himself thanks to the alcohol in his system, and now he was whimpering on top of the table as he looked up at a complete stranger leering down at him as he was roughly taken by someone. no. not someone. by blake. blake. oh god, blake. he was so big, so rough, so demanding, so masculine. each slam of his hips and each slap of his hands against aiden's paled skin earned a whimpered whine and desperate moan from the dancer's mouth as he was used like the glorified whore he was; as he was taunted for being a pathetic little cockslut.

if he could speak he wouldn't have even argued. blake was right. this was what he was meant for; pleasuring real men like this-- letting them use him. he'd never been with a man like blake though. so big, so strong, so naturally dominant. even though it hurt like hell every time blake slammed into him, the blush on aiden's cheeks seemed to darken as he looked up at the men around him with a dark, hazy lust-drunk dimness in his eyes. as he whined, eyes watering, as that table shook beneath him and barely supported him being shown his place.

"daddy," the boy's voice was more of a squeak as his hair was pulled, adding insult to injury as he was called a good girl, "i- it hurts, sir. you're-- you're the biggest i've ever taken. oh my god." trembling, another shudder skating down his spine causing him to clench tight around the fat, throbbing cock spearing into him, all the dancer could muster was a broken gasp as the hand from his hair found it's way to his neck; wrapping tight around his throat to choke him as he was pulled back so that his shoulder's were flush with the meaty muscle of blake's chest. as the grip around his airway tightened, so did the dancer's hole. his vision started to blur, drool fell down his chin, as he was taken and fucked to the edge of euphoria.

in truth, aiden hadn't come with the intention of his night ending like this. he was going to change, he thought he would be dancing for a bunch of women, but there was no point in arguing when it was clear as he whimpered and moaned with each breath he took that this was where he'd rather be. "y-yes sir," he squealed as he this new position had his own cock, miniscule in comparison to blake's, bouncing in his panties and leaking through the sheer fabric. "t-this is all i've ever wanted." his voice broke into a whisper, one that really only blake would hear as he pressed his lips against aiden's ear. "to be a real alpha's bitch, to have my pussy ruined and breeded by a real man. t-to serve and please him-- you..."

whining as he was bent forward again and pinned down onto the table, his hips still raised and his knees shaking as blake continued his unrestrained rutting, aiden turned his head to the side and looked up at the men looming over him; touching themselves and jerking off as they watched him get so deliciously defiled. "i love this cock." he whimpered out, his eyes rolling back into his head again as blake slammed into his sweet spot. "i love your cock sir." he cried out as the camera moved in front of his face and he looked directly into it. "i love your cock. you're the first real man that's ever taken me. you're so big. i love your cock sir. i love your cock so much. i want to be your bitch. i want you to fill me with your load whenever you want. i want you to ruin my pussy so no one else will ever be able to fuck me like you do. please, sir. please let me be your pathetic little cum slut. let me be your bitch, sir..."

the dancer's natural subservience was an incredible boost to an already over-inflated ego. blake showed no care or remorse for the other's needs or wellbeing as he took him how he pleased. he relished in the sound of aiden whimpering his name over the low thumping bass coursing through the room. "shut the fuck up and take it you dumb slut," blake jeered back at aiden. his body naturally began synching his thrusts in time with the music, causing him to fuck the older male at a powerful, fast pace as one of his lackies continued filming the two and the rest of his frat seemed to drool over the scene of their leader pounding aiden out.

"and you're gonna call me Sir, you got it? you're not my fucking equal, you're a hole and holes don't talk to men like they know them," he continued, punctuating his sentiment with a slap to the other's ass and he grinned widely when the other squeeked out his title. "good girl," he grinned, his hand tugging roughly at the other's hair, "i'm the biggest. this is real cock, baby. you've never what? been with a real man? yeah I could fucking tell," he laughed, smacking aiden's ass again, this time sharp enough to leave a bright red handprint against the other's pale skin. It was an incredibly erotic and attractive scene as the beautiful, somewhat brainless dancer continued to get fucked as though he were nothing but a toy by the beefy, overly masculine college athlete.

blake's hand found it's way from aiden's hair to around his throat and he pulled them other up by it until he held aiden against his body, chest-to-back. he gripped tighter at the points of the dancer's throat that would intensify things but not cut off his oxygen, a move that he didn't even need to think about- it was like the muscles in his hands had years of practice and knew where to be. "you're such a pathetic little cockslut, you know that right?" he growled right into the other's ear now, "of course you do, you came here wearing these panties like a bitch praying to get fucked," he smirked, "i knew the moment i saw you that you would be the type to have a pretty little pussy that was begging for a real alpha male to take care of it," he continued, his hips never once slowing as he said these things that only aiden could hear over the music.

it wasn't long before some of the other guys couldn't help themselves and their cocks found a way out and they jerked themselves off while some of them still held their drinks in the other hand. none of them interacted with the two of them though as there was an unwritten rule of 'no-invite, no-touch' in the frat. blake let go of aiden's throat and body and pushed the other back down on all fours. he gestured to his cameraman to get a shot from the front and he pinned aiden down on the table and began to thrust even faster and harder when he did so, smirking up at the phone camera now and then as he did so, "tell everyone how much you fucking love this cock. tell them how much you wanna be my bitch. i wanna hear you scream about it."

[alphasboys]

@murphysalphas || aiden x blake

the twenty five year old had been rented out for plenty of parties at this point in his career. usually these gigs meant he was going to spend the next few hours being objectified by a group of drunk, horny bachelorette's or handsy older women going through menopause that wanted to prove they still had it-- and honestly? he didn't mind that a majority of his clientele turned out to be women. it helped him keep his business and pleasure separate. it helped him stay focused.

"this can't be right." standing outside on the sidewalk, the streetlamp hissing and flickering over him, aiden pulled at the tight suit he was wearing as he looked up at the fraternity house looming over him. pulling out his phone, he checked the address again to make sure it was right as the thumping bass of their music made him shake; even though he was outside. "this has to be some kind of joke..." aiden hadn't been given much information when the request came through for him to entertain. the way they said they would pay him at the end, rather than up front, didn't give him any red flags either. he just-- assumed it was another poorly planned bachelorette party that they were scrambling to put together. maybe the gps on his phone was just messing up?

taking a deep breath, aiden decided there was no point in him just standing around. moving forward, he suddenly became aware of how tight his clothes were; his shirt a few sizes too small to the point it could barely button and it squeezed his chest together, showing off his perky pecs with his sleeves rolled, tightly gripping around his biceps; the vest he was wearing hugged his sides, highlighting his dainty waist; his pants were practically painted on with the way they clung to his hips and his rounded, ample backside. at least they wouldn't be able to see the sheer, pink panties he was wearing.

swallowing his nerves, he pushed the front door to the fraternity open and was almost knocked back onto his ass as he was literally hit with the stench of spoilt beer, sweat, and cum; as he was hit with the overwhelming musk of men.

convincing himself this had to be the wrong address as he stepped into the party and noticed no women, aiden looked around for a moment and tried to find someone in charge; or, rather, someone sober enough to potentially help him... and that's when he saw him. mounds of muscles rippling out of his shirt, a powerful jaw speckled with stubble, and a bulge that left nothing to the imagination he was the walking definition of a wet dream. oh my god he's hot. aiden thought to himself as he stood there and literally stared.

right. he was here to ask questions. shaking his head lightly as he regained control over himself, aiden followed as the younger man made his way back towards the kitchen. "ex-excuse me," aiden called out as he walked after him. "wait up. excuse me. sir," the moniker fell from his lips out of habit.

finally in the kitchen, aiden reached out and placed a hand on the frat boy's arm and zoned out for a moment as he felt that massive bicep move against his palm. "oh, uh, sorry." he mumbled as he snapped back to attention again and realized the other was looking right at him. "i was hoping you could help me? i think i have the wrong address. i was booked for a party here..." he explained as he showed the other the address on his phone. "...do you know where this is?" why did part of him suddenly hope this was the right place after all?

[alphasboys]

most who knew benjamin-- benji, if you were close enough-- would have told you the man was a bit quiet, reserved, that he kept to himself after his husband daniel left him. he became a bit more strict with his employees and cut people off if they gave him any reason not to trust him. he became rough around the edges, a shell of the man he once was, but even underneath all of the heartbreak and anger he was still a kind man; people, despite how he tried to push them away now, still liked him.

chris was different. from the moment that young man had walked through his front door he brought out, and took advantage of, the softness in benjamin. the boy had a magnetizing, domineering energy about him that even on days he didn't want to benjamin couldn't help but submit to. he was weak around the boy and it was only a matter of time before people started to realize the control chris has had over him since day one. he didn't even interview the kid. chris mentioned wanting a job and benjamin fired someone, without hesitation, just so he could have a position to give him; just so he could have an excuse to keep chris around.

carrying a few crates of liquor to restock the bar's store room, every time they were in the same room no matter what he was doing benjamin found a way to keep his eyes on chris. some of the regular's joked that he didn't trust the new kid, that even though chris had been there for a few months now benjamin was still watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn't steal. if they only knew the truth. practically jumping in his skin when the boy nodded for him to come over, he set the crates down on top of a high-top table without a care and quickly sauntered over to stand at the bar as he watched chris pour him a drink.

"of course i did..." it felt a bit strange to have another man, especially a much younger man, pick out his clothes for him but benjamin did get a rush from being told what to do; especially by chris. it didn't hurt that he had received a few compliments throughout the night for how he was dressed. "y-yes," benjamin mumbled as he looked around to make sure no one was in ear shot of their conversation. "they are a little tight though." the panties he was wearing felt as if they were a size too small, especially with the way they seemed to suffocate his package, but they weren't uncomfortable; he especially liked the hole sewn into the back, allowing for easy access. getting flustered by what chris said next, benjamin was quick to take the shot and down it before hurrying behind the bar. crowding up against the younger man, looking down at him and highlighting the size difference between them, the man looked every bit like a boss that was about to reprimand a smart mouthed employee. "careful now, i'm still your boss." now that was a good joke.

the threat might not have felt so empty if benjamin hadn't followed it by immediately looking around to make sure no one was paying them any attention before dropping down onto his knees so he could crouch and squeeze into place beneath the bar. as the cocky bartender moved into place in front of him, his hands made quick work of unzipping chris's pants and fishing out his cock. it had barely touched the air before the grown man was leaning forward, a mewling breathy moan on his tongue as he obediently wrapped his lips around the boy's flaccid cock and took him into his mouth; keeping himself still, keeping chris-- keeping daddy-- warm like the obedient hole he was, as daddy worked.

Crabby Dan's was a local staple, the dive bar was abuzz with a mixture of a sports game playing on the televisions, the sound of pool being played and music. Patrons mingled and chatted and the recurring sound of glassing clinking or thumping on wood decorated the ambience. Chris, clad in a tight black shirt with sleeves tight around his large biceps, stands behind the bar counter, exuding an air of effortless confidence. Chris had only been there a couple months, but he was good at what he did and everyone knew not to fuck with him. Benji, the supposed boss, moved casually through the bar, his demeanor suggesting authority, yet his eyes betraying a vulnerability that Chris often effortlessly exploits.

Chris leaned against the mahogany bar, swiping a rag across it as he preferred a neat, clean station, unlike the previous barman who apparently was a slob. He had a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he effortlessly juggled bottles, pouring and mixing with a fluidity that bordered on artistry. His gaze flickered over the patrons, but his attention always seemed to linger on one particular figure — Benji.

Despite the façade of authority that Benji wore like a well-tailored suit, Chris knew better. From the moment they'd met when he'd come in to apply for - or rather, simply take - the bartender position, he could sense the submissive tendencies that lurked beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed with just the right touch. He'd gotten a new job and a new bitch all in the same day that day. And oh, how Chris relished in the power he held over the older man. With a subtle nod from across the room, Chris signaled to Benji, wordlessly commanding him to approach. Like drawing a moth toward him with a flame.

Chris began to pour an amber liquid into a crystal glass, "Looks like you listened and wore what I told you to wear," Chris observed, "I take it you're wearing everything I told you to?" he asked referring to some racy underwear he'd bought for his boss a couple days ago, his tone dripping with honeyed temptation, not particularly caring if they were overheard though there happened to not be anyone around at that moment. "Because if you are, then there might be a spot on the floor here behind the bar with your name on it," In this game of dominance and submission, it was Chris who held all the cards — and the cocky bartender smirked at the other, sliding the glass of alcohol over and then leaning in with it, almost purring at the other, "Why don't you come get on your knees and keep Daddy's cock warm - Not like you're useful for anything else around here, right?"

[alphasboys]

he hadn't meant to be late but there was no excuse he could make. what was he going to say? that he had a meeting pop up or that things ran over while he was on set? roman might have been his younger brother, but he was also reagan's manager. he knew reagan's schedule intimately.

to everyone else they were the picture definition of a supportive family. people assumed that reagan was in charge because he was older, bigger, and that roman was just helping him out to take some stress off his shoulders. it was sweet. wholesome even-- well, their assumptions were anyways. there was nothing wholesome about their relationship behind closed doors. as the door to their home shut behind him that confidence he was known for that seemed to naturally sit in his broad shoulders immediately vanished. his shoulder's slumped, his posture softened; he was dripping in submissiveness as roman yelled out to him with disappointment.

"i'm sorry, i lost track of time." reagan offered back as he quickly dropped his things by the door and started taking his clothes off. he left things in a heap but that was fine-- he could worry about that later. hurrying down the hall, he found his collar and the selection of underwear that roman had left out for him. opting to put on a tight jockstrap that had daddy's hole embroidered on the waist, he quickly made his way out to the front room where his brother was watching the game.

dropping down, he crawled over and settled into place-- his place-- between roman's legs as he held up the collar. "i know, i didn't mean to be late. i--" he mumbled as he considered trying to lie only to admit the truth in a sigh of defeat, "--i forgot there was a game today." leaning into the touch against his throat as roman placed the collar against him, he obediently bowed his head to let his younger brother fasten the rest around the back of his neck; the soft, gentle swipe against the nape of his neck causing reagan to lean to the side a bit so he could lean against his brother's leg-- so he could just feel him against him. "it-- it won't happen again," reagan whispered, and promised, as he dutifully opened his mouth; letting roman spit onto his tongue before he took it back between his lips and swallowed his brother's saliva.

"i could keep your cock warm in my mouth for the entire game," he offered despite how uncomfortable it would be for himself to kneel there for that long without moving. "i could let you," that was a dangerous choice of words, "make that video of me begging you for your load and you cum all over my face to send to your friends... i could be your foot stool... i-- i'll do anything you want to make up for me being late, sir."

In the glittering world of fitness and fashion, Reagan stood as the epitome of allure – an underwear model whose every pose exuded confidence and sensuality. But beyond the flashing cameras and adoring fans, there was a hidden narrative, one known only to a select few – Roman, his younger brother, and manager, held the reins of power with a commanding presence. To the outside world, their partnership appeared as a heartwarming display of sibling support, Roman guiding Reagan's career with a gentle hand and unwavering dedication. But behind the façade of familial affection, a different truth unfolded, shrouded in whispered commands and erotic desires.

Reagan, with his sculpted physique and captivating gaze, may have been the face of their enterprise, but it was Roman, with his own desirable build and charming handsomeness who held the true authority, a dominant force concealed beneath a guise of brotherly love. As they navigated the demanding world of modeling and personal training, their clandestine dynamic thrived in the shadows, a tantalizing secret that fueled their every interaction. Behind closed doors, Roman relished in reminding Reagan of his place, of the intoxicating thrill that came with making his older brother submit to his dominance.

Roman was watching the game when his brother came back to their home. He was resting against the back of the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and a half-empty beer in his hand, "You're late," he chimed at the other when he was in earshot and took a swig of his beer, "I don't wanna hear your lame fucking excuses, I'm not one of your braindead groupies," he cut his older brother off. "You know the drill by now- go get your collar and come get on your knees," he commanded, all while never taking his eyes off the screen.

As he waited he brought his legs off the table and set his feet on the ground, parting his legs widely, giving the other the spot between his muscular thighs to kneel when he returned with the black leather and studded collar that he was made to wear whenever he was home. To remind him that he belonged to his brother, that he was not, never was and never would be the one in control between the two of them. Reagan also knew he needed to take everything off when he was to be collared- at most he could choose to wear a jockstrap or one of the many fetish underwears and panties that Roman afforded him access to.

When Reagan finally returned and took his place between his brother's legs, Roman broke his gaze at the television, then murmured, "You know I don't like you not being here when there's a game on," he took the collar and placed the front part around Reagan's throat then moved to begin clasping the back as his brother bowed his head and gave him access to do so. He took a small moment to stroke the nape of Reagan's neck - a small, tiny physical touch that reminded them both of their bond and the love they shared. "Real men like me don't get their own goddamn beer- that's why we keep cocksuckers like you around," he growled softly, lifting Reagan's head once the collar was secured and their daily ritual complete, "Open your fucking mouth," he commanded before spitting on his brother's tongue then closing his mouth for him. "Now tell me what you plan to do to make it up to me."

[alphasboys]

laughing along with everyone else, or at least what he assumed was everyone else, as he landed on his back aiden tried to blink through the blurriness in his vision as he looked around at the men surrounding him. he was looking for blake. hearing the other's voice, the dancer visibly relaxed as he was pulled closer to the edge of the table. "what are you doing?" aiden questioned, softly, with another laugh as blake began pushing and moving his legs back; bending his knees back towards aiden's own chest after helping the dancer fully remove his pants. smiling, his face and chest flush with color, he followed along and lifted his hands to hook behind his knees-- as blake directed-- to hold his legs back for the frat stud.

"do you--" aiden's words were cut off and broken into a surprised groan as within a matter of seconds blake and moved the thin, sheer fabric of his panties to the side, spat on his pink hole, and plunged a thick finger inside of him. pinching his eyes closed, he bit down on his bottom lip and tried to muffle the moans and sounds that were starting to pour from his lips as blake spat on him again before roughly adding a second finger as his fraternity brother's stood around them and cheered. a bit lost in his delirious state, aiden didn't hear the mention of this all being recorded. he just laid there, obediently holding his legs back while blake crudely fingered and worked him open in the middle of the party.

the blush on his cheeks darkened as another gasp was worked out of him by blake's show of strength as he easily manhandled aiden and flipped him over onto his stomach. resting his knees on the surface of the table as his hips were hoisted up. lifting himself up on his hands, so that he was on all fours, a whining breath escaped him as he whimpered the other's name. "blake..." aiden heard them cheering. he couldn't see what was causing such a reaction and a commotion from everyone around him but before he could even question it, he felt it. the searing discomfort and pain as something far bigger than those two fingers had prepped him for began to push at his hole. his whole body shuddered as his hole stubbornly clamped around the intrusion; though it did nothing to stop blake as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. "oh my god," aiden whined, his voice cracking like some pathetic whore, "b-blake. you-- you're too big..." when the man bottomed out inside of him, buried to the hilt, all aiden could do was whine and moan at the feeling of being full; of finally having a real man take him.

gasping as his hand was pulled back by the hand now twisted into his hair, the dancer's eyes were darkened with lust and need as he looked up at a complete stranger standing over him; watching as blake began to fuck into him. the man's thrusts were slow at first, purposeful and demanding, and it left aiden a moaning, whining mess as he built up his rhythm and really started using the dancer as the hole he was. "s-s-sir," aiden squeaked out. "y- you're so big... i've-- i've never... oh god, don't stop..."

blake smirked as he fist bumped and high-fived a couple guys who either found his plan of having a male dancer funny or erotically entertaining like he did. he didn't cheer along with the guys but his eyes stayed locked on aiden as the other started to dance and the smug look on his face never leaving as he took slow sips of his drink and clearly enjoyed the show. he watched how the other moved his body, how he got lost in the music and he certainly noticed how despite being a crowd pleaser, aiden never seemeed to forget who the show was really for. he liked that, he liked the little glimpses of innate obedience the other had already shown him since he'd gotten here.

when aiden started turning around and really showing off his rear was when blake started to feel his cock begin to throb to life. good god almighty that was a fine piece of ass and he couldn't deny it. more than that - the more he watched, the more he thought about how much he needed to have it. to have him. it was like a primal part of him was being awoken as he watched the dancer's lithe, perfectly proportioned body move. he wanted to have him - not in some bullshit romantic way, no - he wanted to own him. he sipped his drink again and then watched as aiden began to get rid of his last piece of clothing; his pants, and when the frat king caught a glimpse of those pink panties, it solidified everything he was thinking about - he needed to make aiden his.

when the other tumbled down, landing on his back and splayed for the alpha god; a couple guys laughed but most cheered, clearly still enjoying the show, but blake finished his drink and tossed the cup over his shoulder before leaning forward and taking his turn to run his hands up along aiden's legs, he took his pants off and dropped them on the ground. "i can think of something better than a lap dance," he cheered as he let his large hands feel the soft skin between aiden's thighs and he then hooked the other's legs up by the back of his knees, exposing his ass for him and he bent the other's legs forwards, then moving each of aiden's hands to hold his legs there as he then simply moved the thin, pink material that barely covered aiden's perfect, tight, pink hole and he spat cleanly on it before one his hands then reached forward and he began to sink a finger inside the other, much to the cheers of some of the surrounding alphas, "i can just tell this tight lil' pussy's never seen a real man's cock," he smirked, spitting on it again and roughly adding a second finger.

"hey, mikey- grab my phone from my room- i want you to record this!" he called over his shoulder and without missing a beat, another alpha all but ran out of the room to follow orders. he licked his lips as he continued working the other open until he wasn't interested in waiting much longer and he pulled his hand back and now manhandled the stripper by flipping him over and settling him on all-fours on the table. he stood up from the couch, lifting aiden's hips with him so his ass was perked in the air in front of him and he pulled his sweats and jock down enough to allow his monster cock to spring free- immediately causing an ear-splitting cheer and applause from the guys around them and he spat in his palm, slicking himself up and just as he spotted a flash turning on and noticed mikey holding his phone up and clearly recording, he smirked and winked directly at the camera before he lined his cock up with aiden's hole and began sinking himself inside, "aw, fuck! this bitch is tight!" he moan-yelled, laughing a little as he continued to force his way right to the hilt.

once fully inside the other, blake adjusted his stance, spreading his legs a little and he used one hand to hold aiden's hip while the other reached forward and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging his head right up as he began to start fucking him, slowly at first as he found his rhythm but them quickly building up speed and power, taking turns smiling and sticking his tongue out smugly at the camera and sharing grins with the other college men in the room as blake took the dancer how he pleased.

[alphasboys]

his chest tightened when the frat boy god before him called him by name. that meant this was the right address. it didn't bother him-- aiden was gay after all-- he just wasn't expecting... this; them. he expected to walk in and find a group of girls, trashed, with penis shaped toys and trinkets everywhere. he expected there to be maybe ten of them at the most. aiden wasn't expecting to be rented out for a massive party at a fraternity house where literally every single man here was some musclebound bro, meat-headed adonis. blinking with bewilderment as the college student hooked his fingers under his chin, aiden surprisingly didn't offer any resistance as his head was tipped back so the other could look down at him; on him. "aiden is fine." blushing after being called princess, it took aiden a minute or two too long to try and set some precedent by correcting the younger man. "thank you. i try to keep my profile as updated as i can because i know how disappointed people can be if we don't look how they imagined. though i do feel a bit overdressed." he half joked. this was a frat party. he was in a suit, minus the coat and tie, while everyone else was either in gym clothes, jerseys, or paraphernalia for their fraternity. he looked like their glorified butler.

"oh, no, i don't drink when i'm working." he tried to turn the offer down with a soft smile. "i tend to be a bit of a lightweight, it doesn't take a lot to get me drunk at all, and no one wants to see that." despite turning the offer down aiden still took the cup as it was offered to him. he couldn't quite explain it, but something about the younger man's tone was commanding and authoritative; enough so that it had aiden going against his own policy and obeying. "damn," he coughed a bit as he took a sip of the mixed drink-- even though he saw the man put soda in it all he could taste was the vodka. "you guys really don't mess around here, do you?" he questioned with a weak laugh. this was going to be fine. in fact, the drink was helping him relax. now all he had to do was go out there, dance for a bunch of likely drunk college guys, and then he could call it a night; and, hell, maybe if he was feeling bold when he finished he could try and get blake's phone number before he left. the man did hire him after all. that had to mean something, right?

"two drinks? i--" aiden was going to argue that he hadn't even finished the first one but, instead, he shrugged his shoulders and quickly threw the rest of it back; making a face as swallowing it all burned his throat. "okay, but go easy on me. i don't want to get out there and wind up laid out on my back because i had too much and i can't even stand." he teased, laughing a bit louder now as the first drink already had him loosening up. "what was your name again sir?" aiden questioned, defaulting to his manners as his emptied cup was taken from him and filled over half way full with straight vodka. that was a recipe for disaster. "okay..." the dancer mumbled with a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he parted his lips and obediently took a sip of the drink as the other man brought it to his lips for him.

drinking the whole thing had aiden's head spinning. his entire body was warm and even though it was only, technically, his second drink he found himself leaning against the frat stud for support. "that was horrible," he whined with a slight smirk on his lips. "you definitely aren't a bartender..." blinking as he was spun around, aiden blinked down at the arm around his waist as he was walked out into the common room. he was already feeling good thanks to being a light weight, but hearing those college beef cakes cheering for him definitely made him feel better.

all yours, princess. there he went calling him that again. smiling, the color on his cheeks even darker now, aiden stepped out of his shoes and up onto the table and stood there for a second. slowly unbuttoning his vest, he took his time letting it fall centimeter by centimeter off his shoulders and down his arms before finally falling into a heap at his feet; and then he started dancing. following the beat of the music, he let his hands roam over his own body as he moved and gyrated to the song; his hands cupping his pecs as if they were breasts as he pushed his hips out to emphasize that sweet, juicy curve of his backside. as the song continued, he popped the buttons loose on his shirt one by one. when it was finally loose and hanging on his frame, he quickly pulled it off and turned to face blake so he could teasingly throw it at him.

as he continued dancing, letting some of the guys reach out and touch him or pull him towards the edge near them so they could dance together, aiden's attention kept finding it's way back to blake. god he was gorgeous. he exuded power as he sat there, his legs spread wide and one foot propped up against the edge of the table as he watched. turning his back to him, aiden looked back over his shoulder as he bounced his cheeks to the music while his hands worked to unfasten his belt and unclasp his pants. he was so caught up in the moment, and so distracted by trying to impress blake, that he forgot he hadn't changed into his rip away briefs and was, instead, wearing his panties. there was no turning back now. pushing his pants down, bending forward to present his ass to blake-- and everyone else too-- aiden's pants sank to pool around his ankles; leaving him there in a tight pair of sheer, pretty pink laced panties.

bending down even further, his concern from earlier proved to be warranted as the tipsy stripper managed to trip himself as he tried to step out of his pants. landing on his back on the table, his legs falling over the edge and spreading over blake's lap, his hands found their way to his chest as he tried to catch his breath; as he laughed. "i was planning to give you a lap dance," he joked. "... but not like this."

"bro, bro - listen, it'll be so fucking funny," blake chimed, laughing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "the guys all said they wanted this party to be dudes only, right? so we can't get the cheerleaders or the nerdy sluts to come over and we can't hire strippers — unless it's a dude stripper," he pointed out the loophole, the smile on his face wide as he clearly thought himself a genius. "listen, i already found the perfect one, here, look here-" he pulled the other guy to sit next to him on the couch roughly and swiped through the photos on the profile he had pulled up, "tell me that isn't the hottest dude stripper? dude, bro - c'mon, admit it, if this guy said you could stick it in, you'd fucking stick it in, am I right?" he nudged the other roughly and the two along with others in the room laughed in unison and so the decision was made and blake reached out to the stripper named aiden.

parties at alpha kappa phi were notoriously debaucherous- you only went if you were looking to get seriously fucked up or seriously fucked. those were the two things the men of AKP - more commonly known across campus as the "alphas" - were known to do best. truth be told, blake somewhat forgot about hiring the stripper as the day continued and he became more focused on procuring alcohol and music and all the other logistics of the party. he was only nineteen and pretty new to the frat but everyone already recognized him as an unofficial godfather of the house. the frat king as the other alphas liked to call it. naturally, if blake's ego wasn't inflated before he'd pledged here, it certainly was now.

he was a couple drinks in to the evening and had just finished his latest when he decided to make his way back to the kitchen for a refill. acoustically, the kitchen muffled a lot of the deafening bass which played out from the main common room and made it easier to hear people which is why there were a couple alphas who were wanting to talk or who were also looking to fill their drinks loitering about. he felt the hand on his arm and turned around, then looking down when he realized it wasn't one of the other tall, viking-like members of the frat but instead; it was aiden. within moments, blake remembered his little plan to bring some fun and entertainment to the frat and he immediately smirked like a spider having just caught a fly in it's web.

"well, well, well," he chimed, setting the bottle of jack daniels that he'd picked up, down and openly eyeing the older male. "you're aiden, right?" he said, his breath heavy with liquor. he wore a tight white vest that hugged his pecs and accentuated his muscular arms along with a pair of black sweats and thanks to the jockstrap he wore underneath, the sweatpants left little to the imagination about his massive package if you happened to look carefully enough, and all of that topped off with a pair of nikes and a backwards cap. "you're in the right place. i'm the one that hired you, princess," he said, reaching out and softly taking the other by the chin and lifting it up as if to let himself get a better look, "fuck sakes, you're even prettier than your profile and fuck knows that never happens," he chuckled and a nearby alpha brother agreed with a simultaneous laugh.

blake let go of aiden's chin and looked to his left before he then poured a quick mix of vodka and soda (the ratio heavily leaning towards vodka) and pressed it into aiden's hand, "drink up, pretty boy, you got some catching up to do since the party already started," he said in a voice that suggested it was more of a command than an offer. "once you got that downed, we're going into the common room and you're gonna show us - mainly me - what i hired you to do," he smirked, pouring his own drink now and looking the other over, taking in how fuckable this aiden guy looked. "actually- make that two drinks, i mean, you are a bit late and the boys and i want a good show," he smirked, pouring only vodka into the other's empty cup once he finished and then lifting the cup back to his lips for him, "drink up."

when the other finished, blake got done pouring himself a drink in the interim and took that in one hand as he spun aiden with the other in the direction towards the common room and lightly took him by the lower back and lead him there, out into the loud music and the sea of college dudes, each one seemingly more meatheaded and drunk than the one before him. they got there and blake cleared off the table in the centre of the room by just swiping his muscular arm across it and knocking all of the empty (and not so empty) drinks and other trash to the ground, he then patted the table in a gesture towards aiden, "all yours, princess," he yelled, laughing loudly and high-fiving a couple guys before taking the prime spot right in front of the table, his legs spread wide and one foot even resting on the edge of the furniture while a couple other guys clamored around the area as well as they realized what was going on.