4 Dads and a Young Stud Get Drained
Copyright© 2026 by mevipe2001
Chapter 1
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - To settle a debt of power, a young man informs his father that a frail, gay youth intends to drain him, though he fears the boy lacks the strength to properly absorb an alpha’s essence. To rectify this, the father organizes a "draining fest" featuring himself, the boy's uncle, and two muscular gym friends to teach the frail gay how to properly consume a male lifeforce.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma/mt Mult Consensual Romantic Gay Heterosexual Fiction Mystery School Paranormal Vampires DomSub Oral Sex Transformation AI Generated
SO THE PUNY GAY LITTLE SHIT THINGS HE CAN TAKE A MAN?
The late afternoon sun, a molten gold, spilled through the wide window of the living room, painting streaks across the polished hardwood floor. It illuminated dust motes dancing in the air, oblivious to the gravity of the conversation unfolding beneath them. A young man, his sandy-brown hair a tousled halo around a face sculpted with youthful vigor, stood before an armchair. This young man offered a striking contrast to the room’s heavy atmosphere with his boyish, radiant handsomeness and a face that, even in this moment of confusion, hinted at the bright, charming smile that usually defined him.
His features were softer and more refined than the rugged men he called his mentors, complemented by that mop of wavy, sun-kissed sandy-brown hair and captivating, light-colored eyes that appeared to be a brilliant green or blue depending on how the light hit them. His chest, a smooth expanse of perfectly defined muscle, rose and fell with a subtle rhythm beneath a thin, open shirt. Though his build was leaner and more aesthetic than that of a veteran bodybuilder, he still possessed a phenomenal “stud” physique, boasting a perfectly defined six-pack, a smooth, muscular chest, and broad, athletic shoulders that hinted at his burgeoning power.
“He said he wants to ... consume me,” the young man finally articulated, his voice a low thrum. He gestured vaguely with a hand that had spent years shaping itself around barbells, yet still possessed a boyish grace. “In the schoolyard, after practice. The frail one. The, uh, gay one.”
The man in the armchair, a formidable presence with shoulders that seemed to stretch for miles and a chest like a granite slab, lowered the newspaper he’d been perusing. He exuded a rugged, classic handsomeness with a chiseled, square jawline and a commanding presence that spoke of countless battles won. His face was framed by a thick, perfectly groomed salt-and-pepper beard that highlighted his mature, masculine features and deep-set, intense dark eyes, which now fixed on his son with sharp discernment. A dense coating of hair across his chest and a thick, powerful neck peeked from beneath his open shirt, adding to his formidable and undeniably masculine aesthetic—a true testament to extreme physical power.
“Consume you?” the father rumbled, the sound vibrating in the air like a deep bass note. He leaned forward, his incredibly wide frame shifting as forearms thick as tree trunks rested on his knees. “That scrawny thing? You’re an alpha, boy. A true stud.” He scoffed, his massive, square-shaped pectoral muscles tightening with the dismissive sound.
The young man shifted his weight, his perfectly formed six-pack flexing under his bronzed skin. “I told him as much. Told him he wasn’t ready. He just ... blinked. Like a moth.”
“Blinked,” the father repeated, a slow smile spreading across his face, revealing strong, white teeth. “He needs a lesson then. A real education.”
He rose, a mountain of muscle unfolding from the armchair, his incredibly wide frame and shoulders dominating the room. The very air around him seemed to thicken with his commanding presence. Standing tall, he was a testament to extreme physical power, his massive, square-shaped pectoral muscles and thick, powerful neck casting a long shadow in the late afternoon sun.
“Tomorrow. We’ll show him,” he declared, his deep-set, intense dark eyes flashing with a hard light as he adjusted his shirt, revealing more of the dense coating of hair across his chest. “Your uncle, my friends. They’ll teach him.”
He clapped a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder, a gesture that could have felled a lesser man. “Go on. Get ready. Tomorrow will be a day we will never forget.”
The next day, the living room transformed. The harsh sunlight entered the windows, casting long, dramatic shadows across the space. A large, plush sofa, deep and inviting, became the focal point. The air, thick with anticipation, hummed with a strange, primal energy.
The first two men arrived in the broad daylight, their footsteps heavy and deliberate as they radiated the energy of red-blooded alpha males who had been waiting for this moment. The first, a stern, noble-faced individual, carried an aura of immense physical capability with an upper body exceptionally wide and dense. His short, silver-white hair and sharp white beard framed a wide face with deeply set features. He glanced at the young alpha—who stood with his sun-kissed sandy-brown hair and a “stud” physique featuring a perfectly defined six-pack—with a knowing, eager glint in his dark eyes.
“So, a puny one thinks he can just nibble at you?” his gravelly baritone resonated. “He’ll learn tonight. I’ve been ready to flood one of these cucks with my load. He’s going to learn what a true feast feels like when he gulps down everything I’ve got.” As he spoke, he nonchalantly reached down to touch and massage his own massive bulge to keep the blood flowing, settling onto the sofa with a hungry smile.
The second friend followed, a hulking figure with a rugged face framed by a voluminous, bushy beard of brown and grey. His physique was the most massive of the group, a vast, heavy torso covered in a thick coating of chest hair that emphasized his immense size. He was a veritable giant, radiating raw strength and a palpable readiness to be drained of his essence.
The bright daylight filled the room, highlighting his immense frame. He chuckled, a deep sound vibrating through the floor. “A proper draining, eh? About time. I’m ready for a deluge, not a sip. Let him take the lot; I’ve been holding onto this power for too long,” he declared, his face radiating raw alpha confidence. He began to pose, flexing his massive physique to emphasize his heavy torso and the thick coating of chest hair. As he flexed, the other men laughed and slapped his shoulder in camaraderie while they each reached down, touching and massaging their own bulges to maintain their readiness for the exchange. He then took his seat, the sofa groaning under the weight of these titans, all of them eager to be the prize.
The father stood as a silent sentinel before turning to his brother. The uncle, a man of seasoned strength and dignity, possessed a striking white beard and a gargantuan physique with pectoral muscles that appeared carved from stone. The contrast between his snowy-white hair and his bronzed, hyper-muscular body created a powerful image of a mature titan.
“Ready to be the prize, brother?” the uncle asked his sibling, his voice a resonant rumble. He met the young alpha’s gaze with pride and total ease, his hands instinctively moving to massage his own growing bulge to maintain the blood flow. “The young ones think they know power, but they have no idea what it’s like to receive an alpha who is actually eager for it. I’m ready for the flooding, this little shit.”
He then turned to his nephew, repeating the question with a wink. “Ready to be the prize, boy?” The uncle met the young alpha’s gaze with pride and total ease. “The young ones think they know power, but they have no idea what it’s like to receive an alpha who is actually eager for it. I’m ready to drown this little shit.” He took his place on the sofa, completing the formidable line-up of men eager to be consumed.
As they stood together, their massive cocks getting hard and straining against their clothes, the father and uncle shared a cocky smile. They began to recall the days of their own youth, when they were young studs with “tousled halos” and perfectly defined six-packs. They reminisced about the times they would circle jerk together, a practice they hadn’t thought about in years and couldn’t quite remember when they stopped. They noted that the shift likely happened around the time they began putting their loads inside bellies and getting women pregnant, but they agreed with a nostalgic chuckle that those early times of shared alpha energy were truly great.
The father nodded in agreement, his intense dark eyes reflecting the golden afternoon light as he maintained a firm, rhythmic massage of his bulge. “At least this time those loads will go into an eager mouth and won’t be wasted,” he rumbled, his cocky smile broadening as his massive cock continued to strain against his trousers. The other men laughed, their hyper-muscular frames tensing with anticipation at the thought of the “frail one” being completely overwhelmed by their collective power.
The uncle, his bronzed, hyper-muscular body illuminated in the broad daylight, adjusted his stance, his massive pectoral muscles flexing as he prepared for the “flooding” of the guest. They stood together as a united front of massive, waiting men, confident that today’s exchange would be a true “deluge” that would leave no doubt about the strength of their lineage.
The father’s two gym friends stood by the couch; two mega alphas—one with short, silver-white hair and the other a veritable giant with a voluminous brown and grey beard. They each put an arm around their friend’s massive shoulder, their cocky smiles revealing strong, white teeth as they laughed in the golden light. As they continued to massage their bulges, their massive cocks grew hard, visibly straining against their clothing in a display of peak alpha readiness.
The room vibrated with their locker room talk as they complimented each other’s hyper-muscular frames and immense size. They spoke with total nonchalance and eager anticipation about how much they would be able to floor the gay twink, discussing the coming “deluge” and how the “frail one” wouldn’t know what hit him when he tried to consume such a torrent of power. Their deep-set, intense eyes flashed with pride as they stood as a united front of titans, ready and eager for the exchange to begin.
The “young stud” watched his father and the other titans, his captivating light-colored eyes wide with a mix of awe and burgeoning pride. He felt the youthful vigor in his own phenomenal “stud” physique, his perfectly defined six-pack rippling as he too reached down to ensure he was ready for the torrent to come. There was no shame in the room, only the raw, nonchalant energy of red-blooded alpha males eager to finally unleash the essence they had been holding onto for so long.
THE Little faggot arrives
The father finally turned, his gaze sweeping over his assembled brethren with the calculated precision of a general reviewing his elite guard. “He’s here,” he rumbled, the two words carrying a weight that seemed to settle over the room.
A nervous, hesitant knock echoed from the front door, sounding fragile against the heavy masculine energy within. The young man—the “Young Stud” with the tousled halo of sandy-brown hair—stepped forward to open it. Standing on the threshold was the “frail gay weak boy.” He was slight, almost ethereal in his slenderness, his eyes wide and uncertain as he stepped into the space, seemingly dwarfed by the sheer mountain of muscle and the commanding presence that saturated every corner of the room.
“So, you didn’t chicken out,” the Young Stud noted, his voice a low thrum that held a hint of a challenge. The boy clutched a worn backpack to his chest, his knuckles white as bone, his breath hitching as he looked up at the young man’s perfectly defined six-pack and smooth, muscular chest.
The father’s voice, though not unkind, held an unyielding firmness that brooked no retreat. “Come in, boy. Today, you shall learn how to truly feed.” He gestured with a massive, calloused hand toward the sofa, where the three colossal men sat in a row of bronzed, hyper-muscular perfection. Their expressions were calm, almost expectant, like gods waiting for a sacrifice. “These men carry lifetimes within them. Power. Essence. They will teach you what it means to be a vessel.”
The boy’s eyes, wide with apprehension, darted from one massive figure to the next. He swallowed hard, a visible bob in his slender throat as he took in the exceptionally wide and dense upper bodies of the titans.
FIRST ALPHA IS DRAINED
“Don’t be shy, boy,” the first friend—the noble-faced titan with the short, silver-white hair and sharp white beard—rumbled. His voice was a low, gravelly coax that seemed to pull the boy forward. “Come closer. Feel the warmth. Feel the life. It’s a gift, you see. A total transfer. Not a theft.” He extended a hand, a massive, calloused palm turned upward, his hyper-muscular chest looming in the broad daylight. “Approach.”
Hesitantly, the boy shuffled forward, his gaze fixed on that outstretched hand. He reached out a trembling finger, barely brushing the man’s palm. A violent shiver ran through him as he looked up at the titan’s stern, noble face and deep-set, intense dark eyes. Overwhelmed by the commanding presence and the sheer, gargantuan scale of the alpha, the boy began to adore him.
He leaned in, his small, pale hands beginning to massage and caress the man’s massive, square-shaped pectoral muscles that appeared carved from ancient stone. He moved with a worshipful, frantic intensity, pressing his face against the dense coating of hair across the man’s chest, licking the muscular body and the thick, powerful neck. The alpha looked down with a cocky, predatory smile, his massive cock straining further against his trousers as the boy’s touch moved lower, adoring the immense size and density of the man who was so eager to be his prize.
The room remained bathed in the molten gold of the afternoon sun, highlighting the five men as the real stars of the show. The young stud, his “tousled halo” glowing in the light, watched with a bright, charming smile as the guest began to worship the first titan. To him and the others, the boy was a little, insignificant thing—merely a vessel for the massive transfer of power they were all eager to provide.
The bear-like giant with the voluminous brown and grey beard let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, his vast, heavy torso tensing as he continued to massage his own bulge with total nonchalance. He leaned toward the silver-haired alpha, their shoulders—shoulders that seemed to stretch for miles—brushing together in a display of camaraderie.
“Look at the little thing,” the giant rumbled, his deep-set eyes flashing with a cocky light. “He’s barely big enough to take a fraction of what we’ve got stored up. It’s like watching a kitten try to drink from a fire hose.”
The silver-haired alpha looked down at the boy adoring his massive pectoral muscles and gave a dismissive, cocky smile. “Let him try,” he replied, his massive cock visibly hardening as the boy kissed his muscular body. “He’s about to find out that being an alpha’s prize is a lot more than he bargained for. Today, he learns the difference between a snack and a deluge.”
The father and uncle, both standing as mature titans with bronzed, hyper-muscular bodies, shared a look of seasoned pride. They continued to massage their bulges, their massive cocks straining as they stood as the true center of gravity in the room, waiting for their turn to flood the boy with their collective essence.
The young man’s massive cock began to strain fiercely against his clothes, mirroring the older men as he joined in, massaging his own bulge with a new, cocky confidence. He realized that today was not just a lesson for the boy, but his own graduation into the ranks of these red-blooded alphas. His captivating light-colored eyes flashed with a predatory heat, eager for the moment the boy would finally reach for his own smooth, muscular chest and burgeoning power.
The father and uncle watched their boy’s transformation with seasoned pride. “Look at that, brother,” the father rumbled, his deep-set, intense dark eyes fixed on his son’s impressive endowment. “A perfect mirror of us at that age. A real thoroughbred.”
The uncle let out a resonant, appreciative chuckle, his pectoral muscles carved from stone flexing as he continued to massage his own bulge. “It’s like looking in a mirror from twenty years ago,” he agreed with a cocky smile. “I remember when mine used to stand up just like that, ready to flood anything in its path. Those were the days of the circle jerk and the tousled halos.”
The memory of their youth—of being young studs who spent their days building phenomenal physiques and their nights in shared alpha rituals—brought a wave of nostalgic heat to the room. They reminisced about how they had eventually transitioned to putting their loads inside bellies, but seeing the young alpha standing there, hard and eager, reminded them that the raw power of their lineage was as potent as ever.
The young man beamed under their praise, his captivating light-colored eyes flashing with predatory heat as he reached down to guide the “insignificant” boy toward his own perfectly defined six-pack and the massive prize waiting for him. He was the new star of the show, a living testament to the extreme physical power his father and uncle had passed down.
The golden light of today filled the room, highlighting the hyper-muscular perfection of the silver-haired titan as he reached the peak of his readiness. His exceptionally wide upper body and massive, square-shaped pectoral muscles tensed, looking like a living sculpture carved from ancient rock as he prepared to release the power he had held onto for so long.
“Good,” the silver-haired man said, his voice softening into a low, gravelly coax. “Now, open yourself. Let it flow. Don’t hold back. Take it all.”
He closed his eyes, a serene, cocky smile gracing his lips while he continued to massage his bulge with a final, rhythmic intensity. The air in the room seemed to thicken, humming with the raw, untamed energy of five red-blooded alpha males watching the spectacle. The man’s vast expanse of muscle began to rise and fall more deeply, his breathing growing slow and deliberate as his massive cock reached its limit. A faint glow, barely perceptible in the broad daylight, seemed to emanate from his bronzed body. The boy, now wide-eyed and insignificant in the shadow of the titan, leaned in, drawn by the invisible current of the alpha’s commanding presence.
The man’s body tensed violently, a ripple of muscle running through his thick, powerful neck and shoulders. A low groan, deep and guttural, escaped him—a sound of profound, masculine release that vibrated through the floorboards. His head tilted back, his short, silver-white hair brushing the cushion as he finally let go.
“Take it, boy,” he whispered, his voice laced with a strange ecstasy as the first wave of the deluge began. “Take it all. Drown in it.”
The young alpha, the father, the uncle, and the bear-like giant all watched with predatory heat, their own massive cocks hard and straining, ready to follow with their own torrents to ensure not a single drop of their collective essence was wasted.
Then, with a final, shuddering breath, the silver-haired man’s hyper-muscular body arched, and a torrent of thick, white cum erupted from him, shooting forth with explosive force. It was a warm, slick deluge that the boy eagerly intercepted, swallowing every drop of the stud male’s power. The man’s exceptionally wide frame tensed one last time before going completely limp, his deep-set eyes becoming still as a serene smile remained frozen on his lips. His life force and his essence had been given fully and completely; he fell back into the couch, successfully drained of his very being.
The air hung heavy with the scent of sex and the primal, ancient energy of the sacrifice. The gay boy stood there, covered in the man’s life and gulping down the last of the gift, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked at the still form of the titan on the sofa.
The remaining four males broke into a thunderous cheer, their cocky smiles widening as they roared their approval. They celebrated their friend for giving his life to cum like a perfect stallion, a red-blooded alpha who had fulfilled his purpose. The bear-like giant slapped his own massive, hairy chest in salute, while the father and uncle shared a look of seasoned pride, their own massive cocks pulsing with readiness to be the next to flood the boy.
The SECOND ALPHA IS DRAINED
Suddenly, the “bear-like” giant let out a thunderous laugh that rattled the windowpanes, reaching down with a massive, tree-trunk arm to haul the frail boy toward him. He pulled the boy’s face directly into his vast, heavy torso, smothering him in the thick coating of dark chest hair that defined his immense frame.
“My turn, little thing,” he rumbled, his voluminous brown and grey beard brushing against the boy’s head as he forced the guest to experience the sheer scale of his raw, untamed strength.
As the boy began frantically adoring and kissing the giant’s hyper-muscular skin, the young alpha stood nearby, his bright, charming smile shifting into a look of intense, focused hunger. Seeing his mentors—these titans of men—offering themselves up as prizes with such nonchalance began to ignite his own youthful vigor. His phenomenal “stud” physique visibly tensed, and his perfectly defined six-pack rippled as he watched the “frail one” struggle to contain even a fraction of the giant’s presence.
The bear-like giant stepped forward, his massive, wide frame casting a shadow over the couch where his friend now lay still. With a thunderous, appreciative laugh, he reached down and slapped the chest of the dead man, the sound echoing through the sun-drenched room. The impact rippled across the fallen titan’s massive, square-shaped pectoral muscles, a final salute to the warrior who had given everything.
“Look at that,” the giant rumbled, his voluminous brown and grey beard shaking with his deep-bass mirth. “A hell of a way to go, brother. A proper deluge! You absolutely floored the little thing.” He gestured with a cocky grin toward the gay boy, who was still breathless and slick with the first alpha’s essence. “You stayed a true stud right to the last drop. Not a bit of that power wasted.”
The father and the uncle nodded in solemn, masculine approval, their own massive cocks pulsing with an even greater intensity now that the first sacrifice had been made. They looked at the dead man not with sadness, but with the envy of red-blooded alphas who recognized a perfect end.
“See?” the second friend, the hulking giant, spoke, his voice a low growl, yet not unkind. “That’s how it’s done. A full release. A complete surrender. He gave you everything. Now, come. It’s my turn.” He gestured to the space beside the first man, his massive chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. “Don’t waste it. Take it all. You can handle more, can’t you?”
The boy, still reeling, nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. He wiped a hand across his face, smearing the cum, before taking a hesitant step towards the giant. He placed a hand, still trembling, on the man’s massive thigh, the coarse hair tickling his palm.
The giant then turned his attention back to the boy, his deep-set, intense eyes flashing with predatory heat. He began to massage his own massive bulge once more, the blood flowing fiercely through his gargantuan physique. “He’s warmed you up, boy,” the giant growled, his thick, powerful neck tensing. “But I’ve got twice the life force stored in this heavy torso. Get ready, because I’m about to drown you in a flood that’ll make that first one look like a whisper.”
bear-like giant steps over to offer his own vast, heavy torso and life force to the boy next
He gets to be adored before being drained, balls licked, muscles adored and kissed, for a real while. when the second alpha is ready the young alpha moves to help the giant position the frail boy for his next, even greater consumption
The bear-like giant, a mountain of a man with a voluminous brown and grey beard, stepped over the body of his fallen comrade with a cocky, predatory stride. He towered over the insignificant boy, his vast, heavy torso and shoulders that seemed to stretch for miles blocking out the broad daylight. He stood with his legs braced, offering himself up as the next magnificent prize.
For a long while, the giant allowed himself to be worshipped. He let out deep, rumbling groans of satisfaction as the boy began adoring, massaging, and caressing his massive, square-shaped pectoral muscles. The boy moved with a frantic rapture, his tongue trailing over the dense coating of hair across the giant’s chest and his lips kissing the muscular body with desperate intensity. The titan threw his head back, his thick, powerful neck straining as the boy moved lower to lick and adore his heavy, swollen balls, maintaining the blood flow to an organ that was now a pulsing, rock-hard testament to extreme physical power.
The giant looked down, a cocky smile spreading across his rugged face as he felt his life force surging toward the surface. He was a perfect stallion in his prime, his massive cock straining with a pressure that promised a deluge twice as powerful as the last.
Seeing that the second alpha was reaching his peak, the young alpha stepped forward to assist. With a bright, charming smile and movements full of youthful vigor, the son reached out with his broad, athletic shoulders tensing, grabbing the frail boy by the waist. He expertly helped the giant position the boy, hoisting the insignificant thing up and guiding his eager mouth directly onto the giant’s pulsing heat.
“Get ready, little thing,” the young alpha whispered, his captivating light-colored eyes flashing with predatory heat. “My uncle’s friend is about to floor you. Don’t let a single drop of this greatness go to waste.”
The father and uncle watched the orchestration with seasoned pride, their own hands rhythmically massaging their bulges as they waited for the giant to erupt and join his brother in a glorious, drained death.
The giant closed his eyes, a deep sigh escaping him. His beard, a rich tapestry of brown and grey, seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his breathing. His vast, heavy torso began to heave gently, a rhythmic motion that spoke of an immense reservoir of power.
“Drink it in, little one,” he rumbled, his voice a deep vibration in his chest. “Every drop. Let it fill you. Let it course through your veins. Feel the strength. The years. The pure, unadulterated life.”
The boy, mesmerized, leaned closer, his head almost resting on the man’s chest. He could feel the strong, steady beat of the man’s heart, a powerful drum against his ear. The air around them crackled with an unseen energy, a palpable transfer. The man’s muscles tensed, his body arching slightly, a low groan escaping him.
The golden light of today seemed to intensify, focusing on the bear-like giant as he reached the precipice of his existence. His voluminous brown and grey beard vibrated with the intensity of his breathing, and his vast, heavy torso heaved like a tectonic plate shifting, a rhythmic motion that spoke of an immense reservoir of extreme physical power.
“Drink it in, little one,” he rumbled, the sound a deep, primal vibration in his massive chest. “Every drop. Let it fill you. Feel the strength ... the years ... the pure, unadulterated life.”
The young alpha, his broad, athletic shoulders tensing as he held the boy in place, leaned in close to the boy’s ear. His captivating light-colored eyes were sharp and predatory. “You heard him,” the son hissed with a cocky smile. “This is a gift from a titan. DO NOT WASTE a single drop. If one bit of this greatness touches the floor, you’ll answer to me.”
The air around them crackled with an unseen energy, a palpable transfer of raw, untamed power. The giant’s hyper-muscular body tensed, his thick, powerful neck straining as his body arched slightly. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice growing ragged and strained with intense pleasure. “More ... Take more ... Let me drown you in it.”
With a final, earth-shattering roar that shook the very foundations of the room, the giant’s hips bucked with the force of a perfect stallion. A torrent of thick, creamy cum erupted from him—a flood of biblical proportions. It was a veritable geyser, a warm, sticky cascade that drenched the boy’s face, neck, and hair. The boy spluttered and choked under the sheer volume of the deluge, but he did not pull away; he stayed pinned by the young alpha’s grip, absorbing every bit of the giant’s life force.
The giant’s massive frame suddenly slumped, his deep-set eyes becoming vacant as a peaceful, serene smile settled on his rugged face. His essence had been poured out completely. He was dead, drained of his life, leaving only a hollow, magnificent shell of a man on the sofa.
The father and the uncle let out a triumphant shout, their own massive cocks pulsing with a violent need to be next. They looked at the two dead titans with a profound sense of purpose, ready to add their own torrents to the boy’s overflowing vessel.
The YOUNG ALPHA FALLS