The Tease Before The Storm

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
If there is a God Alpha with the raw power of Master Jase, the only one who comes close is Master Chad. They both have giant dicks, they both cum in buckets-full, both power fuck like demons, they both have bred populations of people, and they both are master manipulators. No hole is safe from either of them.
Master Jase in particular seems to love the torment he inflicts on the various faggots he uses every day, and his appetite for faggot pussy and sadism seems to know no bounds. If I were somehow able to write fast enough and often enough every day, I’d probably fill this entire website with his conquests. Bandwidth issues – as well as my own limitations as an imperfect human faggot – prevent that from happening.
But every so often Master Jase shares something too delicious to keep to myself. The latest involves a faggot from his gym that he has been using for some time. Sadly, that faggot thinks it’s going to get married and live a normal life after having its soul cored out of its body by Master Jase’s enormous log.
And Master Jase knows this, so he devised a devilish torture plan for the faggot:
I regularly use and fuck the majority of the boxing coaches at the gym I train at, and one of them is getting married next month. Last week while he was sucking my cock after training, he said that he was having a bachelor party this coming Saturday. He asked as a request if I could fuck him all day and night after the bachelor party, and in his words, “make him forget about breathing”.
I decided to play a game. For the two weeks until his bachelor party, I would not touch, fuck, or breed him. That him sucking my cock was the last time he would taste or feel my cock until the bachelors. That I will be teasing him for two weeks whenever I see him.
It’s been so much fun seeing just how cock-starved the fag has become. Fags need their master’s cock, need to follow their instincts to serve and worship. I tease him by slapping his butt, groping or playfully hitting his body, but he’s not allowed to touch me. I don’t even let him see when other fags or sluts take my cock.
Today at training, I could see his brain about to explode from the need and the denial. He was all but whimpering and whining, I could see how his back just arched in response to me just being near him, and the starvation and craving in his eyes. But there’s still two more days.
My guess is that the fag won’t be able to hold himself for any longer than half an hour before needing to feel and worship my body, dominance, power, and cock that controls and rules him. It’s a big rush seeing the fag at training whimper in need and in heat needing my cock. Knowing I have that much presence and control that he can’t go without my dominance overpowering him.
Of course, it’s not going to stop me mounting and manhandling and breeding him repeatedly this weekend. Hard and rough and deep. Not stopping until he’s completely wasted and worn out. Pumo him so full of my cum I knock the fag up. That’s my right to brutally pound and fuck an owned cock sleeve while the fag remains helpless and submissive.
This experience should teach every faggot that God Alphas like Master Jace notice every single gesture the way an expert poker player sees every “tell”. They know they have you captured before you even know they see you.
That’s power!
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