Cody

Saturday

Saturday morning, my ears woke before my eyes as I heard the familiar slurping sound and felt a warm mouth on my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Cody sucking on my morning wood.

"Hope I didn't wake you," he said with a smirk as he held my dick in his mouth. He did not seem to have let his emotional moments from the previous night keep his spirits down for too long, which was a positive sign.

"If you're gonna wake me, I suppose this is how you should do it," I smiled back before gently pushing his head back down onto me.

As he went back to work, I thought about the plan for the day. The theme was Alpha Worship. Unlike Alpha Dominance, Alpha Worship is not about using a fag; it's about a fag showing you appreciation because of your elevated status in the hierarchy compared to his.

It wasn't long before I was close and unloaded into his mouth without warning as I had done the previous day. Surprisingly, he seemed to be ready for it this time and moaned onto my cock minutes before I erupted.

"How'd you know I was about to cum?" I asked him when I had caught my breath.

"Your balls, Sir. They pulled in." Well if nothing else, at least he was learning to be observant.

"We're going to the gym in an hour. Make breakfast first while I check my emails."

After a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and protein shakes, we headed to the fitness center. Cody had been doing a good job following my workout plan and had lost a few pounds since he had moved in. He was looking better despite the fact that he was disappointed he wasn't putting on muscle as quickly as he wanted.

The workout for the day was centered around long sets, lighter weights, and strength training. Despite the air conditioning in the gym, we were both sweating like pigs in no time. I could smell my body odor strongly, but since the place was relatively empty, the only person close enough to smell it was Cody, and he was in heaven. It was so empty that I even popped my cock out of my jockstrap and let it drop down the leg of my shorts so Cody could look up at it as I spotted him on bench press. I threatened to put it back in if he didn't do his full sets. He pushed through. When no one was around, I would reach down into my shorts and wipe the sweat from my balls and either wipe it on Cody's face or let him suck the gunk off of my fingers. I've learned that my body can be a powerful motivator for others in the gym and I wondered if there was a market for hiring "very personal personal-trainers".

We headed home when done. As we stepped into the elevator, I wrapped my sweaty towel, the same one I had used yesterday and today, around Cody's mouth and watched him inhale like it was an oxygen tank.

"You're such a fag," I joked to him, grinding against his ass as I leaned over him from behind to push the button to our floor.

"You know I'd do anything for you, Sir," he said looking back with a confident smile that was about to be tested.

"Oh yeah? Anything?"

"Anything that won't get me arrested or killed!"

"Okay. Then take off your clothes and walk from the elevator to the apartment. Naked."

He hesitated as he realized that "anything" might not have been the smartest thing to have said. "I'll do it if you do it," he countered, forgetting that he was talking to an Alpha with little sense of modesty.

Within seconds, my clothes were off and I was praying the elevator wouldn't stop before reaching our floor. He just stood there, frozen in disbelief that I was actually going to do it. "Pussy," I said, shoving my clothes and water bottle into his arms. I slung my towel over my shoulder in case of emergency, although considering that it was only a hand towel, I didn't really think it through how much of me it wouldn't cover if I actually needed it.