Too powerful to overcome (-20 alpha points)

Everything John has done over the past week. Gaining confidence from an unknown source, fucking sluts who been wanting it, missing out on a few who he could have

All of it feels so far away now, like a distant dream. His body craving the touch of the hooded man. His eyes glazed over as he looks at the man before him. "I... I want to find Mr. Big and know the truth," John croaks out, trying to resist the potent **** clouding his judgment. "But I really want to suck your cock."

The hooded man smirks, his hand dropping to the zipper of his pants. "Ah, so eager to please. That's what I like to hear." He pulls out his cock, long and thick, already hard and leaking precum. The sight of it sends John's mind into overdrive, his mouth watering with the need to taste it.

"Very well," the hooded man says, his voice a silky caress. "But first, you must prove your worth. Strip for me."

John's hands move almost of their own accord, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor. His pants follow, revealing the tent in his boxers. The hooded man nods approvingly. "Good boy. Now, get on your knees."

John obeys without thought, his mind a whirl of confusion and need. He kneels before the hooded man, his eyes locked on the cock that stands before him, demanding his attention. The man's hand moves to stroke John's hair, guiding his head closer to his groin. "You want to know the truth, don't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against John's cheek. "But the truth is, you're just like every other man here. A **** little beta looking for a taste of power."

John feels his cock strain against his boxers, his body betraying him with every pulse of desire. He nods, his voice a low whimper of agreement. The hooded man laughs, a sound that sends a shiver down John's spine. "Good. Now, let's see if you can make me believe you're worth my time."

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