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(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant . Original story by me. ))

Wyatt had slowly lifted Dustin up by the head, cranking his neck causing Dustin to wince in pain. When Wyatt had Dustin up on his knees and stretched to the point where Dustin's knees were almost rising off the ground, Wyatt secured in his sleeper on Dustin.

"AAAACCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" cried Dustin as Wyatt forced Dustin own arm back behind his shoulder and neck. Wyatt's two massive forearms pressed against the carotid arteries in Dustin's neck. Dustin winced as he felt the pressure on his neck and could feel the slow onset of lightheadedness from the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain. To secure the hold and lock it in tight, Wyatt clasped his left hand onto his right bicep and leaned in on Dustin. Dustin slowly crumpled from being upright in a kneeling position to slumping on his knees.

"That's it, my American stud," Wyatt whispered into Dustin's ear as Dustin started to be sluggish, "Slowly collapse under my power. Soon you will be out and then I'll claim that tight ass of yours as my trophy." Dustin gurgled something but it was a mumbled mess. Wyatt slowly lowered him as he faded more now nothing but a heap on his knees. Wyatt didn't want Dustin to go out too fast so he loosened his hold and jostled Dustin to get him to be more aware of his surroundings. Wyatt also slowly moved Dustin off his knees and allowed Dustin to sit on his ass as the hold slowly knocked him out. Wyatt looked down at his defeated foe. Dustin's eyes were fighting to stay open as Dustin clenched his teeth fighting to stay awake. Wyatt grinned. "Here's your reality check, American," Wyatt said as he whispered into Dustin's ear for the last time knowing Dustin was about to be out, "You grew complacent; the gym grew stagnant. You've had no competition for your place for far too long. You were going to be humiliated by Ethan again; dominated by him like I just dominated you. The GM knew this. He brought in fresh blood to stir the pot. True alphas will rise and well, guess you're not a true alpha. Now, I get to take your ass and pump you with my seed until I get tired. And we both know I have far more endurance than you. Hope your ass is ready because my cock is raging to be unleashed and my balls are overflowing with testosterone." Dustin's eyes fluttered as he went in and out of consciousness, but Wyatt knew he heard.

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(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant . Original story by me. ))

Wyatt had slowly lifted Dustin up by the head, cranking his neck causing Dustin to wince in pain. When Wyatt had Dustin up on his knees and stretched to the point where Dustin's knees were almost rising off the ground, Wyatt secured in his sleeper on Dustin.

"AAAACCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" cried Dustin as Wyatt forced Dustin own arm back behind his shoulder and neck. Wyatt's two massive forearms pressed against the carotid arteries in Dustin's neck. Dustin winced as he felt the pressure on his neck and could feel the slow onset of lightheadedness from the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain. To secure the hold and lock it in tight, Wyatt clasped his left hand onto his right bicep and leaned in on Dustin. Dustin slowly crumpled from being upright in a kneeling position to slumping on his knees.

"That's it, my American stud," Wyatt whispered into Dustin's ear as Dustin started to be sluggish, "Slowly collapse under my power. Soon you will be out and then I'll claim that tight ass of yours as my trophy." Dustin gurgled something but it was a mumbled mess. Wyatt slowly lowered him as he faded more now nothing but a heap on his knees. Wyatt didn't want Dustin to go out too fast so he loosened his hold and jostled Dustin to get him to be more aware of his surroundings. Wyatt also slowly moved Dustin off his knees and allowed Dustin to sit on his ass as the hold slowly knocked him out. Wyatt looked down at his defeated foe. Dustin's eyes were fighting to stay open as Dustin clenched his teeth fighting to stay awake. Wyatt grinned. "Here's your reality check, American," Wyatt said as he whispered into Dustin's ear for the last time knowing Dustin was about to be out, "You grew complacent; the gym grew stagnant. You've had no competition for your place for far too long. You were going to be humiliated by Ethan again; dominated by him like I just dominated you. The GM knew this. He brought in fresh blood to stir the pot. True alphas will rise and well, guess you're not a true alpha. Now, I get to take your ass and pump you with my seed until I get tired. And we both know I have far more endurance than you. Hope your ass is ready because my cock is raging to be unleashed and my balls are overflowing with testosterone." Dustin's eyes fluttered as he went in and out of consciousness, but Wyatt knew he heard.