Andrew thought he had a quiet moment alone, lost in his book.
Suddenly, the powerful male top Persektor appears and pounces on him. In seconds, his heavy muscular body pins Andrew hard to the mattress, trapping him in a tight chokehold.
“Submit, boy,” Persektor growls, grinding his hips down.
Andrew struggles uselessly beneath the stronger alpha, but quickly weakens. His resistance fades as he realizes he’s completely owned by the dominant macho.
Persektor smirks and yanks off his soaked, sweat-drenched boxer briefs. The fabric is warm, sticky with precum and heavy with alpha sweat.
“Smell your top’s dirty boxers, boy,” he commands, roughly pressing the soaked underwear against Andrew’s face, smothering his nose and mouth.
The strong, musky scent of balls, sweat and precum fills Andrew’s lungs as Persektor grinds the wet fabric over his face.
“Breathe it in deep. That’s the smell of the real macho who owns you now.”
Andrew trembles, helplessly inhaling his superior top’s potent scent while trapped beneath him, fully submitted.
