Made Over

3 months ago

“Fucking Christ, Sully! What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull your fucking head out of your ass!” the wide receiver yelled as he got in the quarterback’s face.

“What’s your malfunction, Gunner?” Sully asked as he got in Gunner’s face.

“You, motherfucker! You’re my malfunction. I was wide open the last two plays and you threw to your boyfriend Stanton both times.”

Will “Sully” Sullivan was sick and tired of Gunner’s primadonna attitude, thinking he was better then everyone else. He wished he kick the cocky bastard in the nuts. That crack about having a boyfriend threw him over the edge. He couldn’t take anymore from him.

“Fuck you!” Sulley shoved Gunner back, a group of teammates catching his fall.

“You’re dead,” Gunner growled as he shot towards Sully and threw the first punch landing across the quarterback’s jaw.

Sully returned the punch landing to the side of Gunner’s head. Gunner dove for Sully’s waist, tackling him, both guys rolling on the turf, wailing on each other.

“Fuck him up, Sully!” someone yelled.

“Yeah, kick his fucking ass!” another teammate yelled out.

Gunner was not a favorite on the team. In fact, everyone hated him. They thought he was cocky, arrogant, and a douchebag. Gunner didn’t care. In his mind, they were all jealous of him, his athletic skills, his body, his confidence. Gunner was striking in his looks; his dense muscular body, handsome model face, his six-foot-four looming presence, and he knew it. He was ever movie stereotype of a star athlete. He never let them forget how much pussy he pulled in. Because his athletic skills were unapparelled was the only reason they put up with him.

Gunner got a foothold on the quarterback, picked up the smaller guy and swung him ten feet away. Gunner was strong, strongest on the team. Sully should have known better than to fuck with the wide receiver.

Seeing Gunner stomp towards him, his biceps bulging from his sleeveless practice jersey, his tree trunk quads flexing through the spandex football pants with each step, the cold hard stare, made Sully suddenly regretted picking a fight with Gunner.

Gunner clomped over to the quarterback who was still lying on the ground, still stunned at just been thrown around like a rag doll. But before Gunner could get to Sully, someone jumped on his back and put him in a headlock.

“Fuck you, Gunner!” the assailant yelled. “Fucking asshole!”

Gunner bucked like a bronco trying to get the guy off him. Finally, he had had enough, reached behind his shoulder grabbing the guy by the back of his collar and flung him over his head past Sully to the turf. Gunner was beyond pissed. He went for the guy, stepped over Sully and saw it was Stanton, the other wide receiver, who had jumped him.

Gunner laughed out loud as he walked towards the other wide receiver.

“Protecting you boyfriend, Stanton? That’s sweet,” Gunner taunted as he reached down and pulled Stanton up by his jersey. “Tell me, faggot, who fucks who?” Gunner spit and he tossed the wide receiver towards Sully, landing across the quarterback’s legs.

Gunner was in a trance. He was hulking out. He loved the look of fear on the faces of his teammates, worried they might be next. He loved the look of fear in anyone who went up against him.

“Anyone else got a fucking problem with me?” Gunner snarled.

The guys backed up a few steps. Gunner’s powerhouse body flexed showing the strength he possessed. He was ready for another throw-down. He wanted to hurt someone.

“Come on, you fucking assholes. Who’s next?” he roared like a lion claiming protecting his status as king.

Tyler Bleaker, a big fucking lineman, stepped forward. His bulk was an intimidating 230 pounds worth of thick muscle. He clapped a fist into his palm. “You’re out of line, fucker. I’m taking you down, asshole.”

Gunner held out his hands and gestured for Bleaker to approach, and said, “Come to daddy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” came a shout from the sideline.

Both guys turned to see Coach marching across the field at a very quick pace.

“GUNNER! STAND DOWN!” Coach bellowed.

Gunner ignored him, taking a step towards Bleaker.

“I SAID FUCKING STAND DOWN!” Coach yelled again.

Gunner stopped and broke away from his rage trance. He saw Coach and instantly fell into line. “Shit,” he thought to himself. “I’m dead.”

Coach Jerod Anderson saw Stanton helping Sully to his feet and looked back at Gunner with fire in his eyes.

“Did you just fucking beat down my quarterback?” Coach asked but already knowing the answer.

“That faggot can’t fucking throw worth a shit,” Gunner criticized the quarterback.

“Last I checked I’m the coach, and you are just a fucking meat-head who run fast and can catch a ball!” Coach poked him in the chest.

Gunner recoiled at the remark. He suddenly felt hurt that Coach thought of him that way. He worked hard for Coach, trying to make him proud, be the best player he ever had. He hated seeing Coach upset with him. The man was like a father to him.

“But Coach…” Gunner started.

Coach grabbed him by the jersey and pulled him in chest to chest.

“Three things, Gunner.” The kid could feel spit droplets hit his face.

Coach continued, “One, if you rough up my quarterback again, you’re through. I will end you. You hear me, meat-head?”

Gunner was upset that Coach was upset. “Yes, Sir.” It had a emotional effect on him.

“Two,” Coach said holding up two fingers. “Drop your fucking diva shit. I don’t have fucking divas on my team. You hear me, pretty-boy?”

Gunner felt his heart skip a beat when Coach called him pretty-boy. He wouldn’t have taken that crap from anyone else except Coach. Gunner was as vain as they come. His looks were very important to him. They almost defined him. It made him feel proud that another man, Coach admitted Gunner was attractive.

“Three. I’ve told you over and over, if you call anyone on this team a faggot, or any other derogatory word again, I’ll knock you down to cheerleader. That goes for everyone. No homophobic, racist, or disparaging remarks towards anyone. Do you understand!” Coach yelled out as he turned to look at the team.

“YES SIR,” the team responded all together.

Coach turned back to Gunner. He lowered his voice. “Have your fucking ass in my office in five minutes, shithead.” Coach walked away, mumbling, “you little prick.”

Coach walked back to the school. Everyone else were standing around looking at Gunner with scowls on their faces. He scowled right back.

“What are you all looking at?” the giant football player muttered. “Fuck all you.”

“You’d look pretty in a cheerleader skirt,” someone taunted. The other guys snickered.

Gunner didn’t know who said it. He didn’t want to get yelled at again, so he turned and strutted away to save face. He eased his way to the Coach’s office, the scene of many shouting sessions about his attitude. The only reason he was still on the team after all the many scuffles was because he was good. Heisman Trophy good. He was so good; NFL scouts were breathing down his neck. He was sure he’d be a first-round draft pick.

He walked into the Coach’s office.

“Shut the door,” Coach ordered.

“Coach, I’m sorry,” Gunner started to apologize.

“Can it. That’s not why you’re here.”

Gunner was all ready to grovel and plead with Coach. He idolized the older man. He thought the man was the best college football coach in the country, not to mention a father figure. To him, Coach could do no wrong. The man was an alpha male in every sense of the word. Gunner had the utmost respect for him.

Gunner had a thought, something that he tried to shove to the back of his brain; he thought the Coach was attractive. The older man was in his 40’s and in his prime. He kept his jock build and he was ruggedly handsome. He was a big guy, rivaling Gunner’s six-foot-four and he was so dominate. So much so he intimidated even Gunner. He could have gone Pro, but he tore up his knee. Gunner did not like it when he had these unnatural thoughts. He hated the coach at first but the more the man asserted his authority over the cocky kid, the more Gunner was aroused. He tried to justify his attraction, that he was just envious and having a little hero worship. But he knew something was off when he had these feelings. He knew he didn’t want them. He knew he shouldn’t want them. It’s not the way he was brought up. The way he was so drawn to Coach Anderson was something to smash down deep inside and move forward.

“You’re here because I need to introduce you to someone. He should be here any…” Before he could finish there was a loud knock on the door.

“Enter,” Coach called out.

The door opened and Gunner swore the world stopped. In walked a man, older, maybe in his late 30’s, possible 40. He was very attractive, like a runway model with chiseled cheekbones, square cut jaw, perfectly styled, thick brown hair, glowing green eyes. He was dressed, in what looked like very expensive clothes to Gunner. A tailor made, blue dress shirt of some kind. Dark blue jeans and brown leather dress boots. Gunner could tell the guy was built from the way the shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the sleeves snug enough to show some bicep and his jeans were form fitting, giving away muscular legs and a high and tight ass. Gunner thought he may be the most handsome man he’d ever seen.

The biggest thing Gunner noticed, or felt, was his presence. Something about the way he carried himself, confident, fearless, arrogant. Gunner was speechless for once. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gorgeous man.

“Coach Anderson,” the man greeted the coach.

“Mr. Stone, good to meet you in person,” Coach said with a handshake. Coach didn’t especially like Stone. He had googled him, watched some video of the handsome man promoting his business but to Coach, it felt like he was promoting himself more than anything else. He thought him arrogant, cocky and condescending but then so was Gunner.

Coach turned to Gunner who was still frozen. Odd, the Coach thought, had never seen Gunner this quiet. He had a strange look on his face like he was scared of something.

“Gunner! Wake up,” Coach snapped.

Gunner blinked but stood still, frozen.

“Gunner this is Traeger Stone. Mr. Stone, this is my little hot head, Gunner McCoy.”

Traeger stuck out his hand. “Gunner.”

“Mr. Stone.” Gunner grasped the hand to shake it, and a volt of electricity shot up his arm. Traeger saw Gunner’s reaction and just smirked. He held the handshake longer than needed, squeezing the boy’s hand as hard as he could in a challenge that made Gunner follow suit not wanting to be outdone.

Traeger stared into his eyes as if trying to communicate telepathically to Gunner. Gunner knew there was something there. The air was charged, and he lost his breath for a second. Traeger applied more force which surprised Gunner. The look on Traeger’s face was defiant and domineering. The look made Gunner release the handshake, showing the older man he submitted. Traeger silently nodded his victory.

Coach watched the short exchange. He was a little proud of his star player for showing some authority over the older, arrogant man. But then he was surprised to see Gunner suddenly show weakness to the other man.

“Gunner,” Coach said, breaking the two other men’s odd exchange. “Mr. Stone here is looking for an assistant, one who knows football better than anyone. He is opening a string of sports conditioning clinics and has just signed a contract with the NFL.”

Gunner looked at Traeger with surprise. “Really?” he asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Traeger answered. “I’ve been looking for just the right man to assist me, represent me and my company which entails not only assistant duties but some print modeling in promotions of the company. I need someone who looks the part, an athlete, a good one who I don’t have to babysit and is willing to learn. He also has to look good since he will be with me all the time. It may seem discriminatory against unattractive people but it’s business. I’ve been following your college football career, it’s quite impressive so I got in touch with your coach. It’s no secret everyone wants you…” he paused with a cocky sneer, “NFL recruiters, that is.”

Gunner gulped and was getting sweaty listening to the baritone of Traeger’s commanding voice. There was an innuendo in that last sentence. He felt it.

“I watched you at practice today and you are very impressive, Gunner. In more ways than one,” he smirked at the kid again.

“Thanks, Mr. Stone,” Gunner replied with confidence but inside, he was nervous. The man made him nervous and that was uncomfortable for Gunner. Coach was the only man who had ever done that.

“Aside from your little…outburst today, you seem like the kind of man I’ve been looking for,” Traeger’s eyes communicated something more, a want, a need…a hunger. “But I won’t tolerate outbursts and tantrums of any kind.”

Gunner caught the vibe from Traeger, one that was sexual in nature. He had experience reading body language of people who were smitten with him. Yes, even men. He liked it when men crushed on him. It made him feel wanted, needed, and superior. From Traeger, it made him aroused and submissive.

Coach piped in. “You told me you were looking for an internship for your senior year, here’s one dropped right at your fucking feet.” Coach shook his head in disbelief.

“PAID internship,” Traeger corrected the Coach. “With other, shall we say, benefits?” he said to Gunner suggestively. Gunner flinched at the blatant innuendo. How Coach was not catching on was beyond him.

“Christ, I swear, Gunner, you lead a fucking charmed life,” Coach smirked, again shaking his head.

“How so?” Traeger asked with curiosity.

Coach guffawed. “Have you seen him?” Coach rolled his eyes. “Look at him! The boy is a walking pussy magnet. You wanted a model, you got him.”

“Aw, Coach,” Gunner blushed while smiling at Traeger in a silent brag.

Traeger laughed. “No, Gunner. You’re a good-looking kid. I can see why you get so much of attention.” He winked at Gunner. “I’m sure it’s well deserved.”

“Deserved? The kid’s a dick,” Coach said nonchalantly. “But he’s a talented dick who won the pretty-boy lottery, that’s all,” Coach laughed.

Traeger tilted his head and asked in a serious tone, “Are you a pretty-boy, Gunner?”

There was something about the way Traeger asked the question, Gunner thought. It was as if he were asking a question that had a double meaning. Gunner felt the man already knew the answer, but he wanted Gunner to admit it out loud. The football player hated to admit that he was considered a “pretty-boy”. It’s something he’d heard all his life. He saw it as a negative and too feminine. But for some reason, admitting it to Traeger was ok. He couldn’t help he had the face and body of a model. In this moment, he just wanted to make Traeger happy.

Gunner was shaky. He folded his arms nervously over his chest and tried to recover. He chuckled with a cocky sneer. “If being a pretty-boy gets me a paycheck and more pussy, than I guess I am.”

“Interesting answer,” Traeger nodded with a smile and gave a playful pat on Gunner’s shoulder. “You’re hired.”

Traeger left the meeting very satisfied. It also made him horny as fuck.

The kid was even better than he expected. He checked off all Traeger’s boxes. Gunner was a brute, a bully, arrogant and cocky. He was also drop dead gorgeous. His size and muscular body made him a perfect specimen and a perfect representative for his company. Not to mention the kid was going to look amazing standing next to him. Traeger had never seen football pants filled out so nicely. Gunner’s ass was spectacular, dimpled and high. His face was beautifully handsome, very masculine. Just his type.

Traeger has dealt with enough guys like Gunner that he could read the signs. Gunner was attracted to him. He could tell by the kid’s demeanor and lack of eye contact when he was nervous. Just ten minutes earlier the kid was on the verge of beating up the whole football team and suddenly, he was a docile pussy. Traeger could tell by the way Gunner responded to Coach Anderson that he responded well to dominant alpha men. Gunner respected Coach and would do anything asked of him. That’s out of character for a kid like Gunner. Once an alpha, always an alpha, no matter who you interact with. Gunner saw Traeger as an alpha, a superior, dominant man. It was in his eyes.

The next night, Traeger went to Gunner’s first game of the season. Of course, they won, and, of course, because of Gunner. The kid had moves, he ran fast, he pivoted sharply, he could jump over the line as if he were a gazelle. He was sexy as fuck.

After the game, Traeger waited for the wide receiver, who was on his way to the locker room, just outside the athletic complex locker room doors.

“Gunner,” he said to get his attention, just loud enough for Gunner to hear as he walked past.

Gunner thought for a second it was going to be some stupid fan wanting a selfie or something.

He turned with a frustrated sigh, about to tell the person to fuck off when he saw it was his new boss. When he saw him, his stomach did a flip-flop and his mouth turned dry. Traeger looked even more sexy in sporty, casual clothes. A tight t-shirt that made Gunner’s eyes grow big when he saw the man’s perfectly form biceps. Another pair of form fitting jeans, expensive athletic shoes.

Traeger was off to the side out of earshot of anyone. Gunner stepped closer to him, holding his helmet, sweaty and sexy.

“Mr. Stone,” he said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a boss come and watch his new intern do what he does best?” smiled Traeger.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Did you like the game?” Gunner asked sincerely.

“It was pretty incredible. YOU were pretty incredible,” Traeger patted him on the shoulder. A second pat on the shoulder from the man in two days and it shot electricity through Gunner’s body once more.

Gunner blushed, also for the second time in two days, which was something he never did. He knew he was incredible. He didn’t need to hear it all the time but he liked it. But coming from Traeger made him feel good inside, impressed that a man like Traeger would even bother wasting time at a college football game. But he did, just to see him. It made Gunner happy to see him. He was crushing on Traeger and hard.

“Thanks, Mr. Stone. That means a lot coming from you,” Gunner’s attitude was very low key, very relaxed yet nervous at the same time.

Traeger kept direct eye contact the whole time, Gunner felt the intense stare and dropped his eyes from time to time. He’s never had a reaction like this before. It was as if the stare was too intense for him to handle. He knew Traeger was hot for him, but Gunner didn’t know how to handle it. It’s the first time, bedsides Coach, that he had crushed on a dude.

“Does it?” Traeger asked. He was putting Gunner on the spot. That was the point.

Gunner swallowed hard. He wasn’t expecting that response. It was like earlier when Traeger asked if was a pretty-boy. Gunner told him what he wanted to hear.

“Yeah. I mean, you’re my boss now. Who wouldn’t want his boss to be impressed?” he laughed nervously. “Means a lot coming from such an…impressive man like you.” Traeger was proud of himself for take a bold step and flirting back.

“Thank you, Gunner. Well, I was impressed the second I saw you,” Traeger said with a tight-lipped smile, and his eyebrow popped up. It made Gunner anxious because Traeger was openly flirting so much.

Gunner blushed again, looking away, uncomfortable with eye contact. “You were?” he asked innocently, but also fishing for compliments.

Traeger kept his expression semi-serious. He had just hooked the big football player. He wanted to assert his authority to keep him hooked. A kid like him thrived on compliments.

“Gunner, really?” he asked, calling out the younger man. “You don’t fool me. You know you’re very attractive. You know you draw people to you. That is, until you open your mouth,” he said in a way that made Gunner feel like the man did not appreciate his hot temper. “Attractive people get away with a lot, like your coach said. Seeing you for the first time, I knew you were the one. Tall, muscular, handsome, a poster boy for college football. It was a no brainer.”

Gunner now kept the direct eye contact. He liked what he heard, and he liked it coming from Traeger’s lips. He had a sensation of freefalling in his stomach. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man. Traeger stared back.

“Nice to see you can look me in the eyes, Gunner. You couldn’t look me in the eye yesterday in the coach’s office,” Traeger called him out again.

Gunner was surprised at the man’s bluntness with everything. He held nothing back.

“It’s hard not to be a little intimidated by you,” Gunner swallowed hard again, his mouth like a desert. His cock stiffening in his spandex football pants.

“You? Intimidated? I bet that’s a first.” Traeger smiled and gave the kid a playful soft slap on his cheek. “It’s ok, Gunner. I get that a lot,” he told the nervous kid.

Gunner nodded in acknowledgment.

“Why don’t you go shower and change. I’ll meet you out here at my car, the red Porsche,” Traeger nodded over his shoulder.

Gunner was confused all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, what?”

Traeger tilted his head. “Is there a problem?”

“Uh, I was going to a house party with some guys from the team. We do it every game night.”

“Well, it’s a shame you won’t be attending tonight,” Traeger said matter of fact. “I’m taking you out to celebrate your win and your new job.”

“But…,” Gunner started.

Traeger’s demeanor turned dominant. His eyes dark.

“You aren’t saying no to your boss. Are you, Gunner?” Traeger asked.

“NO! No, Sir. I’m not,” Gunner felt about six-inches tall. He knew he had to do what the man said. “I’ll go shower. Give me ten.”

“Take your time,” Traeger told him. “Takes time to look that pretty, right?”

Gunner chuckled nervously, turned and entered the school.

They ended up at a nice restaurant. Gunner felt very underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt, but Traeger was still dressed upscale casual. Gunner kept catching himself thinking about how handsome the man was.

They had dinner, drank some cocktails and talked about the new job and what he expected of Gunner. Traeger was very detail orientated, type-A personality, a control freak but Gunner respected that. After all, you had to be those things to be as successful as he was.

There was a dress code for work, but Gunner didn’t have anything business casual. He was shocked when Traeger told him that was fine, and he would take him shopping tomorrow. Gunner tried to decline but the older man wasn’t taking now for an answer.

Gunner was dropped off at his apartment just a few blocks off campus. As Traeger sped off, Gunner watched him leave and was exhilarated. He got inside and sat down. He was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating. His heart was racing. He didn’t know what was happening. He’d spent the evening with a man. An attractive, dominant man who found him attractive too. The whole evening was almost like a date. In fact, he decided, it was his first date with a man. He needed to process.

The next day, Traeger woke up early, went to the gym and pumped up. He dressed in the nicest casual clothes he had. He primped in front of the mirror more than usual. He was nervous and wanted to look good for what he considered a second date.

Traeger took Gunner shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Gunner felt odd letting the man pay for everything. Traeger even opened doors for him, including the car door. He pulled out Gunner’s chair for him at lunch. He felt like he was less of a man since he had no money to pay for anything and Traeger kept tossing down his metal, Black Card and telling him not to worry about anything. This must be what a chic feels like on a date, he thought. It was disconcerting at first but then it made him feel warm inside. He started to like that Traeger was taking care of him.

Gunner tried on clothes for hours. He hated shopping and he felt like a fish out of water. It was hard to find clothes that fit, that’s why all his clothes were too tight. He was so tall and built, Traeger took him to a Big & Tall store after hitting some high-end clothing stores and put down some serious money. Gunner was taken to posh stores he didn’t even know existed. Traeger had him fitted for four, three-piece suits. Gunner had to admit, he looked like a movie star in the suits.

As they walked through one high-end department store, Traeger stopped at the men’s underwear section. Gunner looked at him strangely. Traeger started to grab packages of underwear, mostly briefs, small ones too. He grabbed a couple pairs of thong underwear; some short, spandex boxer briefs and a ton of bikini style. Brands like Hugo Boss, Armani, Versace. Stuff he could never afford.

Gunner now looked confused. “Mr. Stone, why are you buying me underwear?”

“Because you need new underwear,” he said as he continued to choose more.

“I do? How do you know?”

“I caught a glimpse of your Underarmour boxer briefs. I’m sure they are comfortable, and they look great on you, but these are much more…refined. I only buy the best and you deserve it.”

Gunner continued to watch him. The man was now picking out his underwear for him? This was getting odder by the minute. But he could see it made the man happy and that’s all that mattered. He watched Traeger’s excitement at picking out his clothes.

While they walked around the stores, Gunner kept stealing glances at Traeger when he wasn’t looking. He was awe of the man. Gunner kept thinking how handsome the man was. His profile was perfect. He made Gunner feel special.

“One more stop,” Traeger said as Gunner followed him into a sporting goods store.

This made Gunner happy. This was his home away from home. Most of his everyday clothes were athletic clothes. He liked the way they made him look, athletic, masculine, typical jock.

“Now this is what I’m talking about,” Gunner joyfully said.

“This way,” Traeger directed him.

Traeger went to the men’s athletic clothes and turned to Gunner, “Grab anything you want. You should look your best at the gym or on the field since you’re representing me and my company.”

Gunner’s eyes got big. “Really? Anything?”

“And as much as you want,” smiled Traeger.

By this time, the odd feeling of another man paying for everything had passed. He hoped he didn’t seem too greedy to Traeger but then the man did tell him to get anything he wanted. It genuinely seemed the older man loved spending money on him.

Gunner filled up on t-shirts, shorts, tanks, hats, socks, sweats, anything he liked, he grabbed. He got a cart and threw everything in.

Traeger came up to the cart and tossed some in too. Gunner was excited. He was eager to see what the older man had picked out. He sorted through them and found spandex leggings, six different colors; spandex shorts in six different colors, spandex t-shirts and tanks in all different colors as well. What was this?

“That’s a lot of Spandex,” Gunner observed uncomfortably.

Traeger smiled, “You can never have too much spandex.”

“You can’t?”

“YOU can’t. Not when you look like you do.”

“I wear leggings at practice and under my uniform,” Gunner explained.

“Great, now you can wear them without your uniform,” Traeger said with sarcasm.

“I don’t think…,” Gunner started but was cut off.

Traeger snapped his head and glared at Gunner.

“You don’t need to think,” Traeger said condescendingly. “You just need to look pretty.”

That shut Gunner up quickly.

“Let’s get rid of these,” Traeger said as he took all the shorts Gunner picked out and threw them on a table. Gunner looked at the shorts and then back at Traeger.

“What’s wrong with what I picked out?”

Traeger waved is hand over the spandex leggings and shorts. “What do you mean? You have these?”

Gunner had nothing against leggings. He had seen guys at the gym who wore leggings and tight t-shirts. Sure, the built guys looked good. He knows he looks amazing in his, but he’s never worn them without shorts over them. Gunner was still confused as to why he had to wear them.

“When am I supposed to wear all this stuff?” Gunner asked, gesturing to Traeger’s picks.

Traeger looked at him like he was dumb. “What? The gym, running, football practice, anywhere you want.”

“But, Mr. Stone…,” Gunner started.

Traeger turned to him and glared again, “Are you turning down free clothes, Gunner?”

Gunner stood up straight. “God, no, Sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. It’s all so overwhelming.”

“Gunner, look at you. You need to flaunt what you got. Your clothing should accentuate that. You need to look your best at all times. After all, you are representing me and the company. All the time,” he added the last bit for emphasis.

Gunner’s head grew ten times in size with the compliments Traeger was showering on him. Gunner knew the man was right, he would look like a superhero in all the spandex gear.

“I don’t even know what I’d wear under this stuff,” Gunner said as he examined the leggings. “Everyone would see my junk.”

“What do you think these are for?” Traeger informed him as he picked up the expensive thong underwear.

“What?” Gunner commented hesitantly. “You want me to wear a girl’s thong?”

Traeger laughed to himself. He didn’t want the boy to be feminine, but he sure did want Gunner to feel that way. Only when he was with him.

“Gunner, this is a man’s thong. We got it in the men’s section. You don’t want to show panty lines when you wear spandex, and you don’t want your junk flopping around either.”

“Panty lines?” Gunner questioned taken aback. “I can just wear a jock.”

Traeger snickered. “I assume you’ve dated women who complained about panty lines?”

“Of course, but not on a guy.”

“Gunner, you have a lot to learn,” Traeger laughed as he pushed the cart to the checkout.

They piled bag after bag into Traeger’s SUV. They got inside and Traeger handed him a smaller bag from behind the front seat.

“I picked these up yesterday,” Traeger told him.

Gunner dumped out the bag into his lap. The bag had been filled with swimwear: speedo types, bikini cuts, box cuts, all colors.

“What the…,” Gunner mumbled.

“You’ll need swimwear and you’re not wasting that body on boardshorts that hang down to your knees.”

“When will I need swimwear like these?” asked Gunner.

“I have a pool. We’ll also be going on business trips, and I stay at a lot of beach front resorts.”

“Oh,” Gunner didn’t know about traveling. “Business trips?”

“Yes. When you don’t have classes, you will accompany me.”

Gunner was excited. “Wow! I’ve never been out of the state except to play football!”

“You will now. Which reminds me. We have to get you a passport.”

As they drove back to Gunner’s apartment, Traeger was thinking about Gunner is all those clothes he tried on. The kid was sexy, masculine, cocky, oozing confidence. He could watch Gunner all day do anything. Just the way Gunner moved was a turn on, so masculine, large strides, cocky swagger. He liked the way Gunner squirmed uncomfortably at the underwear, spandex and swimsuits. He wasn’t used to the risqué clothing but when Traeger was done with him, he would crave it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early?” Traeger said referring to Gunner’s first day at work.

“Yes, Sir. I can’t wait!” Gunner answered excitedly.

“Neither can I,” Traeger grinned.

But Gunner remained in the car. Both men were quiet. It was awkward silence and Gunner was fidgeting. He didn’t want Traeger to leave. He wanted to spend more time with him.

So, he took a breath and blurted out, “Do you want to stay?” Gunner asked without even thinking. “To hangout?” he added for good measure.

What am I doing? Asking a dude up to my place. What will we do once we get there? 

Traeger was taken by surprise but very pleased with himself.

“Um, sure. Do you have anything to drink?”

“Beer.”

“Beer will do just fine,” Traeger shrugged and smiled.

Suddenly, Gunner was a nervous wreck. Why did he just ask his boss to stay? What was he thinking? He was thinking he didn’t want the man to leave, wanted to spend more time with him. Wanted to listen to him talk. Wanted to watch him, learn from him, get to know him. He wanted all there was to know about the man.

They sat on a small second-hand couch. Gunner was anxious, he turned the TV on. Traeger thought he was being adorable. There was a football game on. Gunner turned the volume down. It made him feel better to have something on in the background, then it wasn’t so quiet.

Gunner couldn’t help but admire the older man. His body was on point. It was hard, tight, ripped. His expensive t-shirt fit snug on his chest and around his biceps. He was no where Gunner’s height, but he was hot, no matter how tall he was. The man next to him was sexy, confident, arrogant and controlling. It turned Gunner on, got his juices flowing. Gunner wanted him. He wanted him bad. He realized he may have been hiding in plain sight all his life. It was like having recovered memories, his childhood, his teen years, he had always been attracted to boys and men and hid those feelings away. But now, he had been jolted out of the closet and into the real world.

Traeger watched Gunner’s face and his body language. The boy was obviously in over his head. He instigated something he was confused about. He was awkwardly quiet but yet his eyes were all over Traeger.

“What’s wrong, Gunner?”

“What? Nothing? Why?”

“You’re just look like you want to say something.” Traeger said, trying to get the boy to come out and just say what he felt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gunner lied. He knew what Traeger meant. He knew Traeger was gay or at least bi. He knew Traeger wanted him, and he knew that Traeger knew Gunner wanted him.

Traeger put his beer down. “Look at me,” he commanded the athlete.

Gunner focused on the green eyes. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all,” Traeger told him, “In fact, I want you to.”

Gunner cleared his throat. “Sure.”

“No, I mean it. Tell me what you’re thinking. Right now,” Traeger asked firmly.

Gunner was stunned. There is no way he was going to tell this guy he thought he was hot. He had to but he didn’t want to.

“I’ll go then,” Traeger said, “Gunner, as you already know, I find you very, very attractive. Now you.”

Gunner was trembling. He put down his beer. “I ah…I…God,” he murmured. Traeger moved closer to him. Gunner could smell the man’s aftershave, it was very woodsy, very masculine. Traeger looked at him, waiting for Gunner’s confession.

“Please, you can’t tell anyone what I’m about to say,” Gunner pleaded softly.

“Tell me,” Was all Traeger said, firmly but quietly.

“I find you attractive too,” Gunner stumbled through the sentence.

“And?”

“I…I think I’m…gay,” Gunner felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. He suddenly felt fifty-pounds lighter. He was relieved and shocked at the same time. He just admitted to a man he’s only known for a couple of days something he’s been keeping inside for all his life. He was gay. Gunner McCoy was gay.

“Good boy,” Traeger responded. Gunner liked that.

“I can’t believe I just told you that,” Gunner admitted.

Traeger leaned in close. Their faces close enough to fee each other’s breath. “You know what else you won’t believe?”

“Huh?” Gunner mumbled, mesmerized at the man’s beauty.

“You kissed a man,” Traeger said as he moved his lips up Gunner’s. He gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He sat back and observed the boy. Gunner was frozen. They stared into each other’s eyes. Gunner’s heart was racing. That was the most amazing kiss, he thought.

Gunner let out a deep breath, “Fuck it,” he relented as he crashed into Traeger’s mouth with his own. Traeger was more than pleased with the boy. It took sooner than he thought to get the first kiss out of the way. It was obvious that when Gunner set his mind on something, he did it.

The two were making out, hands all over one another. That was the start of their sexual relationship. Gunner was so happy that night. He had never felt this way with a girl. He just never knew why not. He now realized that he had crammed down his attraction to other men. He also realized that this must be why he was such a dick, because he had to be to fool everyone.

They didn’t have sex that first night. Traeger didn’t want to freak him out. Gunner needed to be eased into it. But as Traeger would find out, Gunner was a quick study. They were fucking in no time. Turned out Gunner took to bottoming like a duck took to water.

The Present

Gunner leaned back on the bed, lifting one leg, bending the knee, pointing his toes. He unrolled the stocking around his toes and continued to unroll them over his foot and up his ankle. He pulled the stocking up his knee until the top of the stocking had reached the middle of his muscular, powerful quad.

He ran his hand over the tight knit of the fishnet stocking. He felt the nylon netting stretching to cover the dense musculature of his calves and quad. The stockings accentuated the cuts with their inherent ability to shade muscle in all the right places. It was as if his legs were drawn by a comic book artist. Thick black outlines with finer detailed lines of the striations and cuts.

He admitted that he loved the feel of the stockings on his shaved legs. He didn’t think he would. He loved how they slid effortlessly over his muscular legs. His legs were slick, tan and flawless. They did not look feminine without the hair. Their size and bulk betrayed any femininity except for the black fishnet, thigh high stocking. The masculine and the feminine contrast were what he was going for. This was all about showing how far he’s willing to go to show respect and devotion.

He did the same with the other stocking, once again, stopping after to feel his legs encased in the tight, constricting material. He adjusted the seams that ran up the back of his legs, making sure they were straight.

He adjusted his silky, tight, black lace, crotchless panties that cupped his muscular ass and added a sheen to it. He then took the black lace garter belt from the bed and wrapped it around his small waist and fastened it. He had seen plenty of garter belts on numerous women; girlfriends, strippers, porn but, obviously, never worn one. He fumbled with the garters, attaching them to the tops of his stockings. He had to watch a YouTube video to decipher how to attach them. The garter belt matched the black panties with lace trim and had a silk sheen, it lay flat over his abs.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had to take a few steps back to fit his 6’4” body in the reflection. He flexed his quads. He turned sideways and ran his hand over a round, dimpled ass cheek. He loved the feel of silk on his smooth skin.

He marveled at the man in the mirror. His immense 6’4” size, his strapping, herculean body, wide shoulders, breast plate pecs, bulbous shoulder caps and equally bulbous biceps. His facial features were the least feminine of any other body part. A ridiculously square jaw; strong, dimpled chin, a strong Roman nose. His eyes were inset and were sparkling blue. His eyelashes were thick and his dark eyebrows thicker. His raven black hair was thick and full, cut short on the sides and left longer on top. He could easily be a fitness model with his handsome face and herculean build.

Tonight, per orders, his clean-cut hair style was slicked back. Those thick eyelashes just a little thicker with light mascara. His eyes steamy with some shading of his eyelids and the blue in his eyes popped from thick black eyeliner. His kissable, full lips were painted bright red. Hours on YouTube makeup tutorials helped him with the the technique of shading and bringing out the best features of his face.

Google showed him where to buy men’s lingerie that would fit his huge, muscular, football player body. Xdress.com was the best site. He had to purchase XL size panties to fit over his globular, hard ass.

He stretched a matching fishnet tank top over his shoulders and huge chest where it stopped midriff allowing his 8-pack abs and ripped obliques to show.

The last thing to put on was a pair of black satin, stiletto pumps. He stepped into them, raising his height to a skyscraping 6’8”. He would tower above anyone, more than he already did. The sexy lingerie not taking away from his imposing, intimidating size. He wasn’t sure about the heels, maybe he should have bought regular two-inch heels, but the stilettos looked way sexier. He always thought they were hot when his girlfriends wore them. They made whoever wore them look slutty but also made the legs of the wearer lean and streamlined.

He left his five O’clock shadow which was in contrast to his made-up face, a unique mixture that would make anyone look twice.

He turned to the mirror again, the heels causing his calf muscles to swell and his quads to be in a constant state of flex. His lifted heels made his ass stick out causing his back to arch more than normal. He walked across the room. He had been practicing with balancing and not be wobbly. He also didn’t want to walk like a woman but a confident man who made walking in heels look natural. Luckily, his exceptional athleticism made it easy to learn how to balance, walk without twisting an ankle. He couldn’t afford to injure himself or he couldn’t play football.

He stared at himself in the mirror, making himself hard, getting off on his own body. Many times, he had jacked off looking at himself in the mirror. It was narcissistic but he didn’t care. He loved his powerful, well-built physique. It was perfect and he felt superior to other men. He had transformed his manly, beefcake body, his persona, into a sexy, toy for men to use. He wondered how many other men would get off on seeing him like this? Is this a common fetish?

Now he waited.

Gunner was nervous and his heart pounded. Did he agree to do this? Or was it pure obedience? He would never have thought in a million years that he would even consider dressing like this. He had been wearing silk panties for about the last two months at the request, no, orders, of the man he obsessed about. He was defiant at first. But he liked the way they made him feel when he wore them during sex; sexy, vulnerable, feminine. He had gotten used to playing dress-up. Each week more pieces of lingerie were added to his wardrobe: hosiery, camisoles, stockings, corsets, more panties. Tonight, the pieces all come together in one magnificent, slutty ensemble. Traeger introduced a piece here and there whenever they fucked. Getting the boy used to the feel of silk and satin on his manly skin.

This was the big night. This was the night he showed true devotion and love. Last night, he came to terms with finally letting go. He looked at the items spread out on the bed. He stared at them. He paced back and forth; massive arms crossed over his chest while he nervously bit his thumbnail. He was torn. Everything he’d ever known told him this was wrong. This is not how real men dressed. This is how a woman dressed for her man, waiting for her man to come home from work and make sweet love to her. His eyes began to water as he came to terms with his life from here on out. He didn’t know if they were tears of dread or tears of joy. He was crying. He never cried. He was taught it was weak to cry. Only sissy boys cried.

He was planning on going pro once he graduated. The scouts liked him; told him he was a shoo in. They liked his look. The camera loved him. He had the all-American, sexy jock look. But this new part of his life would have to be kept a secret. He wasn’t going to come out. He wasn’t going to let anyone find out that he was another man’s bitch.

He continued to pace, to cry silently, tears streaming down his stubbled cheeks. He felt an invisible force pushing him to give in to his feminine side. He wanted to be with a man. He wanted to feel feminine while with him. He wanted to know what it was like to be with a man the way so many girls had been with him. He was giving up his masculinity in the bedroom because he knew it made Traeger happy. Gunner loved him. Gunner was straight six months ago, or at least he thought he was. He didn’t know what was happening and what it was all for.

This was all for a man.

All for a man he was attracted to, and he didn’t know hot to deal with it. It scared him that the man wasn’t even his equal in size. The man was smaller, a mere 5’11”. But even though he was shorter, he was built with lean, streamlined muscle, no where near Gunner’s size though.

Gunner had always lived his life as a straight man. That’s what was expected of him, he didn’t know any better. He always thought some men were attractive, but it was always men who were overly masculine, alpha types. Ones that were control freaks, type A personalities. He assumed he was attracted to them because they were like him. Gunner was attracted to not only men with power but men with power over him. His coach was someone who had power over him, training him, disciplining him, making him into a better man. He worshipped his coach. He knew if a man could intimidate a man like himself, his size and presence, that man must be superior and special. He struggled with these feelings by overcompensating, having more sex with women, working out more to get bigger, starting fist fights. He had never been openly attracted sexually to a man until he met Traeger.

Traeger plucked Gunner from his mundane heterosexual existence and turned his world upside down. Traeger introduced him to hardcore man sex. He took control and made Gunner do things he would never dream of doing. Traeger was a true Dom in every sense of the word. He recognized Gunner’s potential as a sub from the first second they met. He liked to tear down his subs before building them back up to his specifications. He liked his boys a certain way and no other way would do. He liked them big, he liked them muscular, he liked them masculine, he liked them obedient.

Traeger was on his way over to Gunner’s condo. He had worked hard on the quiet, gentle giant, molding his psyche to perfection. He took a large, imposing, handsome, seemingly heterosexual athlete and chipped away at him until Gunner was so in love with him that he would do whatever Traeger told him to do, sexually and publicly.

Traeger loved how Gunner’s body looked in and out of clothes. The kid’s football uniform was a turn on but so was when he wore a beat-up t-shirt and tight faded jeans. He had put Gunner in a three-piece suit a couple of times and wondered why the kid didn’t wear them more often, not that he had a reason to other than Traeger taking him out. Getting the hunk to wear a speedo was a tough one. They started with box-cut and worked their way to smaller ones. Once he talked Gunner into shaving his body to show muscle definition, the boy saw the way he looked in a speedo and it reminded him of a fitness model, something he aspired to, and he liked it. Traeger taught him not to be ashamed or embarrassed to show off his body. He was a masterpiece, and his body was a masterpiece and he needed to show it. Plus, Traeger just plain thought it was sexy for a muscular man to wear a speedo. Call it a fetish.

Gunner was tough to break down at first. He was so entrenched in the masculine, uber macho locker room world of male athletes. Traeger knew it was going to take some time. He befriended the kid, earned his trust, exposed his latent gay tendencies, broke him down. Gunner was so afraid of gay sex at first, and what it made him feel like. He was ok with the concept of topping because, to him, that made him more of a man. But the concept of bottoming made him cringe because, to him, that was a woman’s place. He was no woman. He was a man and a real man at that. He liked beer, sports and lifting heavy things. Those were things real men liked. Guys who let another man fuck them were less than, inferior and feminine. He was none of those things. Or so he thought.

Traeger, however, was a top. Gunner knew right from the start that Traeger was a top. He felt it inside. But Traeger eased him in, and he was shocked to find out that he loved to get fucked. He loved to take orders while getting fucked.

Tonight, Traeger was already stiff at the anticipation of what awaited him. It was a sort of graduation day for Gunner. It had been three months and tonight, was his ultimate show of submission, of obedience. He told Gunner what he was to wear and how to look when he arrived that night.

Traeger used his key to enter Gunner’s condo. The lights were low, candles burning, music playing. He made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door, and all sense of reality left his body. It was better than he thought it would be.

Gunner stood in the middle of the room. Traeger took in the sight, and it made him harder than ever. His boy, all 6’4” and 210 ripped, muscular pounds of him, wearing the sexy ensemble he told him to wear. His football stud donning sleek, tight, silky lingerie gave Traeger an adrenaline rush. He walked closer; Gunner’s face was serious. But even serious, his face was a picture of perfect masculinity. Traeger saw the makeup, as much as it tried to feminize his features, it only accentuated the most chiseled parts. The red lipstick made him look whorish and Traeger loved that. He had successfully transformed this muscular hulk into a panty-wearing bitch. All Gunner wanted to do was please Traeger and for him to give up his masculinity like this, proved it was so.

Gunner saw Traeger’s reaction and felt relieved. He was so happy that the man approved. This was so out of Gunner’s comfort zone, he fought it, he didn’t want to do it, but he couldn’t resist Traeger’s pull. He told Gunner that this was the final test for him. After tonight, he had proved himself worthy of being in Traeger’s stable.

Looking at the mountain of muscle, Traeger remembered the first time he made him wear panties. The stud was defiant, and shocked that Traeger would ask him to do such a sissy thing.

6 weeks Ago

Gunner came home from the gym one evening after work. He had been having sex with Traeger for a month and a half. It was difficult to wrap his head around it at first, taking cock, but he found out he loved it. His attitude hadn’t changed much outside the bedroom. Subconsciously, he felt he needed to overcompensate for being a submissive pussy by being more aggressive and more of an asshole to his teammates. Traeger thought it was good for Gunner to get the anger out of his system while he worked through his new reality. T

here was a package waiting for him at his door. He saw it was from Traeger. Excited, he went inside and ripped the packing off. It was a small pink box with a red bow. He looked at it with confusion not knowing at all what it could be.

He opened it and inside was a pair of powder blue, silky panties. He held them up and examined them. They were a size XL and that’s when he realized why Traeger sent them. The man wanted him to wear them.

“Oh, hell no,” Gunner said out loud as he tossed them down on the table. A note fell out of the box when it hit the surface.

He picked it up almost scared to read it because he had a hunch, he knew what it said.

Have these on when I arrive tonight. 

Gunner’s heart dropped into his stomach. Why would the man make him do this? Gunner had come a long way in the last six weeks. He let Traeger have his way with him. He let him shower him with gifts. He let Traeger fuck him constantly. He went from straight to gay in a matter of days. He looked forward to the time he spent with Traeger. He craved the man’s cock. He grew to love being fucked. He liked looking up at the man while his legs were over the man’s shoulders. He liked the feeling of Traeger taking charge, dominating him. He felt like it was his place, to be a willing receptacle for the handsome man’s sperm.

He picked up the panties. He rolled them around in his hand. They felt slick and silky, so soft.

“No. I can’t,” he said out loud again. But then he knew how disappointed Traeger would be with him. Gunner could not bare to see Traeger disappointed. He knew Traeger would hold back sex if Gunner pissed him off.

“Ugh! Damn it!” he yelled out with frustration.

He went into the bedroom and tossed the panties on the bed. He then took a shower and cleaned up and cleaned out the way Traeger like him.

Wrapped in a towel, he sat down on the bed, picked up the panties and just stared at them. He thought they did feel nice, soft, stretchy. He stood and held them against his groin while he looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath, let it out and started to tremble. He didn’t want to put them on. He was petrified with fear and anxiety. Why would Traeger make him do this? What was his reasoning? Hadn’t he already given up so much for the man, did whatever he wanted?

His phone buzzed. It was a text from Traeger.

I’ll be there in 10 min. Put them on!

“SHIT!” Gunner screamed out. He hated the man knew him so well. He had to do it. He had to swallow his pride and his masculinity and just do it. He had to obey.

He stood in front of the mirror and stepped into the. They were tiny. He pulled them up his muscular legs, watching them strain over his quads and felt them stretch over his muscular ass and they snapped against his waist.

He looked at himself. They fit him perfectly. They kind of looked like the small briefs or the speedo swimwear Traeger made him wear. Only these had white lace that trimmed the waist and leg opening. He turned to the side and saw how they molded to his ass, not quite containing his while ass but well enough. He looked good, he had to admit. He turned back to the front. He ran his hands over his cock, the material slick and shiny. He ran his hands over his ass. His cock began to plump.

“Oh, geez,” he cried out in an anxiety driven, heavy sigh. He was getting turned on at his reflection and he didn’t like it. He flexed his body and watch his muscles swell, flexed his abs and watched them pop as they sunk down into the lacy waistline of the powder blue panties. Yes, the underwear was feminine but in strong contrast to his many body piqued his interest.

Traeger arrived and entered the apartment. All was quiet.

“Gunner?” he called out.

“Yeah,” a muffled voice came from the bedroom.

“Did you get my gift?” Traeger asked again with cocky smirk. He knew the kid was horrified.

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

“Traeger?”

Traeger rolled his eyes and sighed. “What?” he asked as he walked up to the door.

“Please,” is what he heard from the other side. Not a statement, not a question, but a plea.

“Gunner. Open the door,” he commanded as he tried the doorknob to find it locked.

There was silence for quite a few seconds.

“GUNNER,” Traeger said forcefully, and he beat a fist against the door.

“I don’t want to,” Gunner mumbled loud enough to hear through the door. His deep voice was defiant but timid at the same time.

Traeger knew this was a very big step for Gunner. He knew this would test the kid’s resolve, his courage, his masculinity. Traeger took a deep breath and calmed himself.

“Gunner,” he said with a lighter tone. “Please open the door. It’s alright. Everything is fine.”

“No, it’s not,” Gunner said in a serious tone. “No. It’s fucked up,” he shouted at the door.

“Gunner, no part of this is fucked up. You have to trust me on this.”

“Traeger, I’m not a fucking sissy faggot!” Gunner yelled through the door. “You know what? You’re an asshole for doing this!”

Traeger decided to ignore the insult.

“Of course, you’re not a sissy faggot,” Traeger assured him. “Do you have them on?”

“Yeah.”

“How do they feel?”

“Tight,” Gunner answered sarcastically.

Traeger chuckled. “What else?”

“I don’t know. Soft.”

“Do they look good on you?”

There was silence and then, “well, yeah,” the kid answered as if it should be obvious.

“Then what’s the problem Gunner?”

“You’re humiliating me!” Gunner accused the man. The kid’s voice was the tone he used when he bullied his teammates. It was a tone he hadn’t used with Traeger before.

“No, Gunner. That’s not what this is about,” Traeger told him but really, it was about humiliation, about making him do things he normally never thought he’d do. How far would he go to make Traeger happy?

“Then why do I feel like a fucking girl?”

“Gunner, you like wearing the thongs, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what’s the problem.”

“You told me they weren’t girl’s panties!” he yelled through the door.

“And they aren’t. But these panties are lingerie made for men. I got them from a men’s lingerie site.”

There was silence.

“They make these for men?”

“They fit you, don’t they?”

“Yeah.”

“Gunner,” Traeger said seriously through the door. “I want to see you in them. I know how you hate to disappoint me. I’m very disappointed right now. Do you want me to get angry with you?”

“NO!” Gunner’s answer came instantly.

“I’m through being nice you little prick. Open. The. Damn. Door. Or I’m leaving.”

The doorknob turned and the door opened. Traeger’s jaw dropped. The beautiful, mountain of muscle stood before him wearing nothing, but a pair of blue silk panties and it was glorious. Gunner stood with his eyes looking down. His face, neck, shoulders and chest were flushed red.

“You look amazing,” Traeger said softly.

Gunner looked up at him. “No, I don’t,” he said, embarrassed. Then he saw Gunner’s reaction, the smile. “You really like it?”

“Gunner, I love it. Do you know how happy you’ve made me?”

“You are?”

“Yes. You’ve made me so proud of you. You look so sexy, sultry. They look so perfect on you. Like they were made for you.”

Gunner’s heart fluttered. Hearing Traeger tell him how happy he was made Gunner happy.

Traeger stepped up to Gunner and ran his hand over the kid’s silk covered cock. Gunner moaned. The man pulled the kid down and kissed him. Gunner’s cock stiffened, stretching out the stretchy material.

“Who are you Gunner?” Traeger whispered before giving him another kiss.

“I’m your pretty boy,” Gunner told him with a shy smile.

“I missed you today,” Traeger smiled.

“I missed you too. I think about you all day,” Gunner confessed.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Did you think about me inside you?”

Gunner swallowed. “Yes. Fuck, yeah I did.”

“Good boy,” Traeger said as he reached around and cupped the muscle boy’s ass. “Mmm, these feel so good on your ass. So soft, so smooth.”

“Uh huh,” Gunner moaned.

“Would you like me to fuck you, pretty boy?”

“Yes, fuck me,” Gunner pleaded as he began to push down the panties.

“NO! No, no. Leave them on,” Traeger commanded.

Gunner looked confused and pulled them back up. “Leave them on?”

“Yes, Gunner. Leave them on. I’m going to fuck you while you wear them.” Traeger started stripping.

Gunner became nervous again. “Wait. I thought you just wanted to see me wearing them. I didn’t think….”

“I told you not to think!” Traeger grabbed him by the chin. “Your job is to look pretty! Got it? Gunner?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry,” Gunner apologized. He remembered a time when he would never dream of backing down from an insult.

Traeger was naked. He pushed Gunner back forcefully onto the bed. He climbed on top of the kid. He loved the feel of the boy’s hard muscular body under him. He loved the power he had over the muscle beast.

He looked down at Gunner. “What did we talk about before?”

“Um…to never question you?”

“That’s right. And what were you just doing?”

“Uh…questioning you?”

“That’s right. So, if I told you to wear panties every fucking day for the rest of your life, what are you going to do?”

“Where panties every day for the rest of my life.”

“Good boy.”

Traeger crawled off Gunner and lay by his side. He reached down with one hand, moved the crotch of the panties to one side and inserted a finger in the kid’s hole which made Gunner jolt.

“My pretty boy loves to get fingered, doesn’t he?”

“Uh huh,” Gunner answered, breathing deep and stretching out his legs.

“I know he does. I love fingering him too,” he cooed into Gunner’s ear. Traeger was using two fingers now and was banging the hole fast and hard making Gunner twist and turn in pleasure.

“I love to finger your pussy,” Traeger growled.

Gunner’s eyes opened wide not believing what he just heard.

Traeger watched his reaction and growled again, “That’s right, pretty boy. Fingering your tight pussy.”

“No,” Gunner panted. “Not a pussy.”

“Oh, baby. My big muscle boy, wearing panties. Your pussy is wet for your man.”

“No! Traeger, no. Not a pussy.”

Traeger slide his fingers out. He climbed between the muscle boy’s muscular legs, spread them and aimed his cock at the hole. Holding the fabric aside, he broke through the tight hole and slid all the way in.

Gunner howled in surprise and pleasure. Traeger wasted no time in pounding that hole. He held out Gunner’s legs as he thrust stroke after stroke into the hot ass. Gunner’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth hanging open. The boy was in heaven.

“You like the panties I bought for you?” Traeger sneered. “Big pretty boy likes the girly panties?”

Gunner focused his eyes back on Traeger’s face. He watched the muscle god fuck him, his muscles flexing, his face dark and angry. He loved seeing his man like this. He never wanted him to stop.

“Are you wearing panties right now?” Traeger asked him through grunts.

“Yes!” Gunner called out.

“And are you getting fucked while wearing panties?”

“Yes!”

“Then that means you have a pussy.”

Gunner looked at him, pleading with his eyes but he knew Traeger was going to to win. He knew the man was a god.

“Am I fucking your pussy?”

Gunner slowly nodded his head. Not good enough for Traeger.

“AM I FUCKING YOUR PUSSY, GUNNER?” Traeger asked with dominant authority.

“YES! Yes, you’re fucking my pussy!” Gunner relented. He would say anything the man wanted him to.

“You’re going to wear panties for me every day. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. My pretty boy, wearing panties for his man.”

Gunner was willing to do anything. Anything at all to please the older man. “Yes. Traeger, anything for you.”

“I know. I’m going to breed your jock cunt now.”

“Yes, please! Full me up, Sir!”

Traeger filled the athlete’s hole with globs and globs of cum. Gunner’s panties were soaking from the cum he shot inside them.

“Good boy, pretty boy.”

“Fuck, Traeger! Fuck!” Gunner said loudly. “That was the best yet.”

Traeger chuckled. “It was. And that’s just the beginning.”

“So, seeing me in panties really gets you off, doesn’t it?

“You have no idea, pretty boy.”

“Then I guess I need to go shopping.”

“Don’t worry. I took care of that.”

It turned into a daily thing, Gunner wearing lacey panties during sex, and under his clothes in public. Soon, Gunner was going so far as to pick out his own panties that, with everything else, Traeger gladly paid for. Gunner found he loved the sensation of feeling feminine when Traeger fucked him, the fuck talk was hot too. It turned him on to know his hulking body was being used for the pleasure of another masculine man. And it turned him on that Traeger liked Gunner thinking of him as feminine when they had sex.

Traeger had him wear stockings, fishnet and nylon. Gunner was a big fan. The dominate man had the kid get his body waxed smooth. Gunner was hesitant but then liked the way the stockings felt against his smooth, hard, muscular legs. After much experimentation with stockings, nylons, corsets and more panties, Traeger bought him a pair of black satin stilettos. Traeger didn’t think he would like them until he tried them on and saw the way they made his calves bulge and his quads flex, and his ass stick out.

Now, it was time for everything to come together. For their three-month anniversary since they met, Traeger gave Gunner specific instructions for that night. He bought Gunner a whole complete outfit and makeup for the built, muscular football player. It was time for Gunner to show his devotion and loyalty.

Which all brought them to this moment in the present.

The Present

Traeger walked up to the tall, powerful, muscled athlete. Gunner’s eyes looking at the floor. Even though he was turned on, he still felt embarrassed.

“Look at me,” Traeger ordered. Gunner’s eyes snapped to attention.

“My big football boy, so pretty tonight,” Traeger said as he reached up high and stroked Gunner’s stubbled jaw.

“Thank you, Sir,” Gunner answered like he was supposed to.

“You feel pretty, Gunner?” Traeger asked now holding the boy’s chin.

“Yes, Sir. I feel very pretty.”

“You feel slutty, Gunner?”

Traeger swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’re making Sir very happy,” Traeger told him. He reached up and pulled the hunk’s head down to meet him in a kiss. He tasted the lipstick on on the boy’s soft lips.

“Do you like the outfit I got you,” Traeger asked him between small kisses.

Gunner moaned from the kiss. “Yes, Sir. It’s sexy.”

“I’m happy you have grown to appreciate my generosity and opened up to the lifestyle I’ve worked so hard to get you to accept. I think you are happy too.”

Gunner felt his heart skip.

“I am very happy,” Gunner said, finally smiling.

“Good boy. My big, pretty girl.”

Traeger reached around and cupped Gunner’s ample ass, feeling the netting stretched over his cheeks. His finger traveled under his panties to the tight hole and pressed his fingertip in. Gunner tightened and flinched at the intrusion.

“Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours, Sir.”

Traeger slid in past the first knuckle. Gunner gasped.

“Whose else’s?”

“No one, Sir,” Gunner gritted his teeth as he was fingered.

“Exactly. Your cunt will always belong to me unless I decide otherwise.”

“Of course,” Gunner assured him.

Then Traeger grinned and evil grin. “I do have to admit, though, you would look incredible spreading your stilettoes for another man…for me.”

Gunner’s heart fluttered again. The thought of being fucked by multiple men or being pimped out, intrigued him. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now. But the last three-months have shown him that this is who he was, an athlete, an alpha, a powerhouse of muscle, who loved to feel feminine when with a man. Maybe Traeger wasn’t the only man who would accept him the way he is right now.

“Because you love me and you’d do anything for me,” Traeger reminded him.

“Anything,” Gunner answered sincerely.

“Flex,” Traeger ordered.

Gunner raised both arms and flexed his biceps. They were huge and ripped. Traeger watched and was still amazed at the size of Gunner’s arms. The fishnet tank top was straining to fit over his enormous traps. When he raised his arms to flex, the tank top raised exposing more flawless torso.

“Sexy,” Traeger said before nibbling on Gunner’s nipple that was at his eye level, sticking out through the mesh. Gunner closed his eyes and moaned.

Traeger then stood back and slowly, seductively removed his clothing. Gunner watched as the shorter man’s tight, ripped muscular body was revealed. His big, whopping 10” cock snapped to attention when he took off his spandex briefs. Gunner loved Traeger’s body. It was so fit, so masculine, so proportioned. He loved to see the shorter man dominate him and loved to watch Traeger’s face when he would fuck him. The way Traeger mounted his big bulky body and took control was very satisfying.

Traeger couldn’t take his eyes off the muscular pretty-boy. The football player dressed like a whore waiting to be paid for the use of her body. He loved the way the man stood in the fuck-me heels, his legs even sexier, if that could even happen. He couldn’t wait to see them up in the air.

“Look at you. All done up like a whore. Sexy, muscular man-slut.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your man-slut. Your muscle-sissy. I love you,” Gunner said quietly. He had no problem telling the man he loved him even if he never heard it back.

Traeger got excited every time Gunner confessed his love. He turned a big cocky stud into a love-sick muscle girl.

“Are you my girl?”

Gunner hesitated only for a split second. “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, what?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your girl.”

“Good girl, now, suck my cock,” Traeger ordered the bigger man.

Gunner slowly lowered himself to his knees which was difficult while wearing the heels. He took the huge cock in his mouth and swallowed. Traeger rans his fingers through his cocksucker’s hair. Gunner had come a long way in three months, his cocksucking technique improving each time. He was now able to deep throat. His gagging was happening less. He developed a taste for Traeger’s cum.

Gunner loved sucking his man off. He truly felt like a slut dressed the way he was, taking care of his man’s needs. Sucking cock was always something he had been curious about. He hated it at first but grew to enjoy it. He loved the humiliation of being made to suck cock.

Traeger watched the pretty jock sucking him off. The red painted lips devouring his cock. His beautiful eyes made more vibrant with eyeliner looked up at him in appreciation for being able to suck his cock.

The feminine hulk of muscle brought him to climax which Gunner gladly swallowed.

“Stand,” Traeger ordered.

Gunner stood, wiping cum off his lips with the back of his hand. They kissed again. He was taken by surprise when Traeger pushed him back on the bed. Traeger crawled like a lion about to pounce on its prey. He crawled up between the long muscular legs which instantly spread to accommodate him. He lay flat on top of Gunner, kissing his chest, his throat and then his lips. They made out for a very long time, Traeger grinding his cock against Gunner’s.

He sat up and moved back between Gunner’s spread legs. He sat on his knees and reached under the football player’s balls and found his smooth, soft hole. He played with it which made Gunner crazy.

Traeger wanted to taste his submissive’s pussy hole. He reached under Gunner’s thighs and lifted the heavy legs into the hair and pushed his knees back to his chest exposing the upturned ass and granting access to Gunner’s cunt. He dove in face first, sucking and licking, penetrating with his tongue.

He raised his head and told Gunner with a growl, “Sweet pussy.”

Gunner moaned his pleasure. This made Traeger happy, this brawny man was enjoying having his ass-pussy eaten out.

Gunner laid back, writhing and squirming at the sensation of having his hole eaten. He looked up to see his stockinged legs pressed down on his chest, his stilettos pointing back, the spiked heel pointing to the ceiling. He felt the back garter straps over his hamstrings stretching to their limits from keeping his thigh highs in place. God, this was humiliating he thought but at the same time, liberating and he knew he was pleasuring his man.

Traeger finished his meal and inserted a thick finger into the exposed cunt. He let Gunner’s legs fall. He fingered the man while he watched his eyes roll back.

Gunner held his hands over his eyes, moaning at the intense pleasure of his man grazing his prostate. He ran his hands back over his hair and then watched another man finger him like he’d done to women.

He found himself pleading, “Finger my pussy, Sir. Feels so good.” His deep voice was sultry.

Traeger grinned and sped up his pace. “You like that, baby? You like getting you cunt fingered?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Gunner answered, breathless.

“Gunner, you’re finally who you should be.” Traeger took a bottle of lube that was laying on the bed, lubed up his fingers so he could prepare Gunner for fucking. “If you could see yourself, Gunner. A big, brawny, football player, on your back, getting treated like a woman, and you love it, you sick fuck.”

Gunner heard the words and winced. In any other circumstance, he would have beat the shit out of a guy for speaking to him like that. But with Traeger, the humiliation and degradation were worth it.

Traeger lubed his cock, lifted Gunner’s legs and placed the kid’s ankles on his shoulders. He leaned forward as his cock found its target and he slid in with tight resistance.

Gunner gasped at the intrusion, something he was supposed to have gotten used to but his heavy squats, and grueling workouts made his ass and legs tight and hard. His hole always resisted.

Traeger leaned forward some more and thrust down into the straining chute. Gunner winced again and then opened his eyes wide at the sudden intense pleasure of being filled but the hunk on top of him.

“Your pussy is so wet for me, baby,” Traeger whispered. “It’s sucking my cock up into your gut.”

Gunner could feel the immense girth plowing through his ass. Traeger picked up his pace, his thrusts were hard and deliberate making Gunner grunt with each contact. Gunner again looked up and saw his muscular calves, covered in fishnet, resting on Traeger’s shoulders. This time the toes of his shoes point up.

“God, I love your cock inside my cunt,” Gunner groaned.

“I know you do, sweetie,” Traeger said, smiling at the submissiveness of the large man under him. “You’re doing so well.”

Traeger leaned back, grasping each ankle that was on his shoulders.

“Spread your legs, Gunner,” he told the man. He called him by is name, making sure he understood he, Gunner, was a man getting dominated and feminized by another man. He wanted Gunner to spread his legs on his own to show him what a slutty girl he had become.

Gunner spread his legs. He admired his ripped muscular quads as he flexed his toes out. The stockings and heels were sexy as fuck.

“Wider, Gunner. Spread your whore legs wider.” Traeger ordered. He pressed down on Gunner’s thighs spreading his legs down to the mattress. “I knew you could do it, Gunner. You’re a whore for my cock. This is what whores do. They spread their legs for their man.”

Gunner nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Gunner. Your strong, powerful body, flexing, straining to accommodate me. You should see yourself, pumped up athlete, alpha male, on your back, your tree-trunk legs spread, your cunt taking another man’s cock. So, fucking hot and so fucking pathetic.”

Gunner had a rush of adrenaline hearing those words. So, humiliating yet so hot. He loved this. For once in his life, he was giving control away. He was using his body to pleasure another man. He loved the emotions that came along with being with a man like Traeger. He loved the man. He loved him with all his heart.

“Good girl, Gunner,” Traeger whispered. “Daddy’s going to breed your pussy. You want that, baby girl? You want daddy to breed your muscle cunt?”

“Yes, daddy!” Gunner yelled out. His deep, baritone voice calling another man daddy was odd and yet strangely erotic. He didn’t say it like a twink or a woman. He said it like a man. “Breed me, daddy.”

“It’s coming, Gunner!” Traeger tensed up, thrust in hard and released his load into the tight, sweet cunt. “Take it, Gunner. Take my boys into your gut.”

“Knock me up, Traeger!” Gunner was so consumed; he called his man by his name and not Sir. He wanted Traeger to know this was Gunner, not some character, pleading for his load.

“Yeah, Gunner! My football player baby mama!”

“I love you, Traeger! I love you so much! So much!”

Traeger heard his words and knew they were true. Maybe someday he could say the words back but for now, Gunner was just his latest conquest.

Traeger released Gunner’s legs, took the kid’s cock and stroked it hard. Traeger’s stockinged legs floated in the air, his hands at his ankles hold them in place. His eyes rolled back into his head while his cock exploded globules of hot, sticky cum all over himself.

“Good girl, Gunner. Cum for your man.”

Gunner convulsed as he came down from his high, his legs falling to the mattress and then wrapping themselves around Traeger’s waist.

Traeger’s cock still inside him, he kissed Gunner passionately. He knew Gunner was the cream of the crop, his best conquest yet. His trophy boy. Too bad his trophy boy would probably become a football celebrity and would have to be on the DL or he would show him off. He still had some time to have more fun with the boy. He planned to take full advantage.

Gunner felt full. He wanted Traeger’s cum to seep into his system, to fertilize him, to become a part of him. He would always have a part of
Traeger with him.

Traeger pulled out of the sexy kid. He kissed his boy again.

“Fuck, Gunner. You’re a fucking god.”

Gunner smiled. “You’re the god, Traeger. Look what you did to me. I’m a fucking slut for you. I don’t care if you don’t love me, but I love you. I always have.”

Traeger smiled and dismounted. “Come on, pretty boy. Let’s shower up. I’m not done with that football pussy.”