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Adventures of an ALPHA MALE! Episode 1: In Da Club
Back before I became an ALHPA MALE, I didn’t go clubbing. I sat at home, all alone, and I masturbated with my 3 inch penis while looking at porn on 4chan. Fortunately, those days are behind me! Now that I am ALPHA, I have an immense, throbbing 10 inch penis of steel! I weigh 300 pounds with a BF of -7%. You read that correctly. My body fat percentage is actually negative! This means that I actually weigh 321 pounds of muscle, but the scale is too intimidated by my Alpha-ness to register that!
It was a Saturday night, so I decided to do what all ALPHA MALES do, which is go clubbing. I figured all the beta males would be rolling up to the club in their riced-out Civics trying to look Alpha. Not I! I rolled up in my Stryker (you know, those big urban warfare vehicles they use in Iraq), and immediately the sight of it DHV’d me in the minds of all the HBs. You could smell their vaginal juices flooding at the sight of it.
I skipped the line and walked right up to the bouncer. I normally would have tipped him a couple of hundred dollar bills to skip the line (a small amount, when you have an ALPHA MALE bank account), but I was feeling particularly Alpha tonight so I threatened to bludgeon him with my immense **** if he didn’t let me in. He promptly obliged and ushered me in.
I went up to the bar to get my drink on. I told the bartender to get me three bottles of Grey Goose vodka, which I quickly chugged. A good warm-up. An HB next to me was impressed at how I was able to consume more alcohol than most humans could survive. I thanked her compliment by ejaculating on her face. She was very happy and then gave me her phone number, and she wore my semen on her face as a badge of pride.
I looked across the dance floor to pick out who I will be having sex with tonight. Suddenly, the crowd parted…through the fog machine and the lights walked a female silhouette. She was brunette, tall for a girl, 5’10, slender with a gym bunny body, and 34F breasts. Her ass was so round that you could calculate pi by studying its circumference. Before I was Alpha, she was my oneitis. Times have changed.
Our eyes met. You could hear that “Take My Breath Away” song from the Top Gun soundtrack play as she walked closer. Her name was Bianca.
“Hey…you’ve changed,” she said to me with a flirtatious smirk. Her nipples stood erect, under the subconscious sway of my Alpha essence.
I knew I couldn’t disappoint. I had to give the only acceptable response, the Alpha response, to her statement: “Let’s go back to my place and ****!”
The other girls in the club immediately started crying, knowing that they would not have the privilege of mating with me tonight. Out of the corner of my eye, though, came a figure dressed in an Affliction t-shirt and enough oil in his hair to get Saudi Arabia to cut production.
“Hey bro…look bro, that’s my girl…”, he muttered, feebly in his little beta voice.
“SILENCE!” I shouted, and the vibrations from my deep alpha voice caused his brain to explode! Pieces of brain flew across the club coming out of his ears. Bianca, seeing this demonstration of my Alpha prowess immediately was overcome with multiple orgasms and collapsed in my arms. I carried her out to the Stryker to take her to my apartment for more copulation.
THE END
Adventures of an ALPHA MALE! Episode 1: In Da Club
Back before I became an ALHPA MALE, I didn’t go clubbing. I sat at home, all alone, and I masturbated with my 3 inch penis while looking at porn on 4chan. Fortunately, those days are behind me! Now that I am ALPHA, I have an immense, throbbing 10 inch penis of steel! I weigh 300 pounds with a BF of -7%. You read that correctly. My body fat percentage is actually negative! This means that I actually weigh 321 pounds of muscle, but the scale is too intimidated by my Alpha-ness to register that!
It was a Saturday night, so I decided to do what all ALPHA MALES do, which is go clubbing. I figured all the beta males would be rolling up to the club in their riced-out Civics trying to look Alpha. Not I! I rolled up in my Stryker (you know, those big urban warfare vehicles they use in Iraq), and immediately the sight of it DHV’d me in the minds of all the HBs. You could smell their vaginal juices flooding at the sight of it.
I skipped the line and walked right up to the bouncer. I normally would have tipped him a couple of hundred dollar bills to skip the line (a small amount, when you have an ALPHA MALE bank account), but I was feeling particularly Alpha tonight so I threatened to bludgeon him with my immense **** if he didn’t let me in. He promptly obliged and ushered me in.
I went up to the bar to get my drink on. I told the bartender to get me three bottles of Grey Goose vodka, which I quickly chugged. A good warm-up. An HB next to me was impressed at how I was able to consume more alcohol than most humans could survive. I thanked her compliment by ejaculating on her face. She was very happy and then gave me her phone number, and she wore my semen on her face as a badge of pride.
I looked across the dance floor to pick out who I will be having sex with tonight. Suddenly, the crowd parted…through the fog machine and the lights walked a female silhouette. She was brunette, tall for a girl, 5’10, slender with a gym bunny body, and 34F breasts. Her ass was so round that you could calculate pi by studying its circumference. Before I was Alpha, she was my oneitis. Times have changed.
Our eyes met. You could hear that “Take My Breath Away” song from the Top Gun soundtrack play as she walked closer. Her name was Bianca.
“Hey…you’ve changed,” she said to me with a flirtatious smirk. Her nipples stood erect, under the subconscious sway of my Alpha essence.
I knew I couldn’t disappoint. I had to give the only acceptable response, the Alpha response, to her statement: “Let’s go back to my place and ****!”
The other girls in the club immediately started crying, knowing that they would not have the privilege of mating with me tonight. Out of the corner of my eye, though, came a figure dressed in an Affliction t-shirt and enough oil in his hair to get Saudi Arabia to cut production.
“Hey bro…look bro, that’s my girl…”, he muttered, feebly in his little beta voice.
“SILENCE!” I shouted, and the vibrations from my deep alpha voice caused his brain to explode! Pieces of brain flew across the club coming out of his ears. Bianca, seeing this demonstration of my Alpha prowess immediately was overcome with multiple orgasms and collapsed in my arms. I carried her out to the Stryker to take her to my apartment for more copulation.
THE END
