At Shane's Mercy

No one worshipped themselves more than Shane. I wasn't surprised to see him in the hotel gym, flexing and snapping for his fans. I had follwed him online, every day, progress pics and videos of his ever expanding physique.

Short in height, Shane had resorted to supplements and even for a while, steroids, to pump himself full of muscle. He wore it well at age 20: resembling a youthfull marine, with short tight black hair and a meaty physique.

His build was impressive: a thick strong neck, wide boulder shoulders, muscular arms, broad bulky back, tapered torso, ripped to a lean waist, bulging thighs and an ass of steel.

Shane had used me, fucked me, for his sexual pleasure that year I had roomed with him. He was like like an animal, with an insatiable appetite for sex. He'd fuck his girlfriend and when she was gone Shane fucked me.

Each time it felt like I was wrestled and submitted by merciless alpha. His heavy breath and grunts, rough stubbly body hair grating on me, his cock exploding inside me, his smell and fluids overwhelming me.

Every day since, I waited for his posts, watched him grow and jerked off to his perfection.

Finally he was before me again, in the flesh. He relished the light he bathed in, it filled the spaces between his muscle, accentuating his peaks and amplifying his physical beauty.

The notifications sounded as soon as he posted. Later I saw them: 'some progress man, alpha lad, serious quads, quadzilla...'. The praise was endless from adoring fellow gym worshippers and on private message; multiple offers of sex (he bragged).

I could have written any and all of those comments, Shane was a glorious slab of muscle.

I had taken him so many times and high on roids: he rode me, stretched me and pushed me, until he satusfied his extremes of pleasure.

Flattened and covered in his sweat and cum, elated by my ordeal I would submit to his dominance.

Some nights, after I jerked to his posts, I'd dream of overpowering him, going inside him, draining him, his ego, his alpha centre.

Even though the gym was empty, Shane was so indulged in self worship he hadn't noticed me.

He was stretched out doing bench presses when he called out. 'you over there would you spot me?' I just thought, 'what a cocky little bollox', I really wanted to teach him a lesson.

'Yeah I'll be over'. I stood behind Shane ready to spot, he still hadn't noticed it was me. As soon as the weight was back up , I sat on him, pinning him on the bench, my legs over his shoulders and arms, my crotch in his face.

Shane had nowhere to go, he was trapped on the flat bench under me, strong as he was, even Shane couldn't shift me from that angle.

''Get off me fucker'. 'Ha hello Shane, happy to see me again?' ' Fuck it's you, what the fuck' . ' I think we were in this position before Shane, but the other way around? You on top of me, I think you said you were going to rough me up?'

'You should know then to get off me, you know what I will do to you'. ' Looks like you're in no position to do anything Shane. There's no one coming either. Hotel gym closes at 9, no one here until the morning. Will I rough you up and fuck you or just fuck you roughly'?

I could feel Shane's cock growing behind my ass. 'Youre already excited Shane, good'. You like a bit of pain and pleasure or at least you like giving it?'

Shane stared at me sternly and muttered 'fuck you'. That was the excuse I needed to punish him.

' what was that you liked to do to me with you're socks Shane?' ' Fuck you' ' I'll remind you then Shane. Just lay back there under my balls and get ready with you're mouth'.

I hadn't expected any of this to happen, but seeing Shane again and his cockiness had set me off.

I was turned on by the excitement of giving Shane a taste of his own medicine. I had my trainers and socks off in seconds.

I felt powerful, watching him trapped under me, in the knowledge he was going to be dominated.

He watched me force my cock into my sock until it filled it. Our eyes locked with an intense sexual gaze, Shane widened his mouth to willingly let me in. His saliva quickly dampened my sock until my cock filled his mouth.

I grinned at him and powered in. Shane sucked as hard as he could to keep up with my relentless attack. I went hard and deep, the harder deeper and faster the more he moaned with pleasure. His face was covered in sweat and leaking precum. I plugged his nose repeatedly and pounded him hard until I had him filled.

Shane slurped, licked, sucked, I plugged his nose again. 'Get it off Shane'. It was erotic torture for Shane, struggling with his mouth, to remove my cum filled sock so I would pull out.

It was endless, Shane's desperate efforts only deepened my erection. Finally he made me cum again and with it the sock came loose. Shane caught it with his tongue and moaned, 'its done..done, '. I pulled out and spewed the rest of my load all over his face.

Shane shut his mouth and sucked on my cummy sock. I grinned down at him. '' That's it Shane, good lad, one more to go'.

He almost looked scared at the thought of taking a second load from me, I had one sock left to fill. But I had other plans for Shane.

Instead of face fucking him again I made him cum into my sock. He was hard as a rock and leaking when I grabbed his cock from behind my back. It was a struggle getting my ankle sock to fit him. Shane was seriously thick. I barely had to touch him and he exploded into the sock, so much it saturated the sock, leaking out, covering my hand. Even when I pulled the sock off him he was firing salvos of cum up over me, landing on my head, falling down onto the gym bench and both of us. Shane was raining cum while I stuffed the second sock into his mouth.

I covered his mouth until he sucked it into place, blending it with my cum. His eyes rolled with ecstacy as he unloaded again over us.

I left him cum and sweat soaked on the gym bench and headed back to my room feeling dominant and victorious.

I owned Shane now, but for how long?