Previously:
Ken’s demeanor changed to friendly as quickly as it had sprung into fury. He smiled at Tyler and reached for the button on his jeans.
“Good bitch. Now get over here and get on your knees. Let’s see if you really can suck dick better than my girl. You better hope you do. Otherwise, you won’t be useful enough to keep your secret after all.”
When Jason pulled into the drive at Rob’s house, he was pleasantly surprised to see Tyler’s car already there. Usually, the younger man was working later at the shop. But when he entered the house, his heart sank. Tyler was sitting almost catatonic on the couch. He was wrapped in a blanket and his face red and puffy, as if he’d been crying.
“What happened?!”
Jason’s tone was as concerned as it was enraged. He balled up his fists in anger, imagining pummeling Ken from the shop, or anyone who could have hurt his guy.
Tyler shook his head.
“Nothing. Just leave it.”
Jason was certainly not going to do that. He sat next to Tyler and wrapped an arm around him.
“Hey. The only way to get through this is together. No matter what it is, we will figure it out. I promise.”
Tyler leaned into Jason. His breathing hitched a couple times and a tear rolled down his cheek and soaked into Jason’s shirt.
“It’s OK. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Jason squeezed tighter, trying his best to reassure the young man. He was almost two decades older than Tyler, and it was difficult to not fall into a father figure mentality in times like this. He loved Tyler, and he hated to see him this way. Jason just sat with the boy quietly for a while, giving him time to find the words to explain what happened.
Finally, without looking up, Tyler broke his silence.
“He made me… suck him.”
Jason’s grip tightened. It took all his energy not to lose his cool.
“Ken? Why?”
Tyler sighed.
“He said if I do it whenever he wants he won’t tell anybody.”
Tears flowed more freely now, as Tyler lost the battle within himself to hold back his emotions. Jason did make him feel safe, even in what appeared to be a hopeless situation.
Jason took a breath, trying to see through the blind rage he was experiencing in an effort to comfort the boy.
“So, he’s blackmailing you? Sexually? Tyler, this can’t happen. You are more than this. You did nothing wrong. We aren’t going to let him take advantage of you.”
The words rang hollow with Tyler. He saw no path out of his situation. Denying Ken what he wanted would certainly make things worse for him with everyone else at the shop. He’d lose most or all of his employees, his reputation, and maybe even set himself up for physical harm. He hated himself for getting on his knees and accepting the barrage of insults hurled at him from Ken as he did his best to pleasure the man. He’d brushed his teeth twice, but he could still taste the bitter cum on his tongue. Tyler felt used and cheap. He hated himself more than he hated Ken for all of this. If he hadn’t been so reckless none of this would be happening.
Jason’s voice cut through the silence. He put his finger under Tyler’s chin and lifted his face to look directly into his eyes.
“I have an idea. It will get rid of Ken and keep everyone else off your back.”
Tyler couldn’t believe it would be that simple, but he was willing to listen. The devious smile he saw spreading across Jason’s face did give him some hope, even if it made him a little nervous as well.
Jason outlined his plan, assuring Tyler they would work out the details over the next couple days. He wanted things taken care of as quickly as possible. The thought of Tyler allowing himself to be used by Ken made him sick to his stomach. As much as he wanted to find Ken’s house, drag him out of it, and beat him to a pulp, he knew that would only add to their problems. This had to be handled another way, and he knew just the person for the job.
It was Friday night, and the guys had nowhere to be all weekend. Jason suggested they order some food and binge some TV. Eventually, they fell asleep on the couch wrapped in each other’s arms.
When Jason still hadn’t heard anything from Rob by Saturday morning, his anger began to turn to dread. Something felt very wrong. By this point, he’d sent several texts and left three voicemails. He pulled out his phone while he was cooking breakfast and searched for Rob’s phone and iPad. Both appeared to be in a residential neighborhood just outside the city of Denver. This certainly didn’t seem to jive with the “work emergency” note Rob hurriedly left behind. Jason refused to believe Rob was up to something devious. That only left him with one thought. Something so terrible was happening to Rob that the man didn’t feel he could be honest with his boys about it. Something so powerful that he had to leave in the middle of the night with a quickly made-up excuse. Things were beginning to look very unsettling. Unfortunately, Jason had to handle Tyler’s situation before he could figure out what to do about Rob. It was really all too much.
The sound of Tyler’s feet shuffling into the kitchen pulled Jason from his thoughts. He looked up to see the beautiful young man in nothing but his briefs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, under a messy mop of golden hair. His hairless, athletic body was as beautiful as ever, and had packed on some extra muscle in the months Rob had taken over his gym training. Jason felt his dick stir in his own briefs, but did his best to ignore it. He pushed a plate of steaming food across the kitchen island, offering it to Tyler.
“Eat up. We are gonna swing by my place in a bit and put our plan into action. Then, the rest of the day is ours to just relax. We will do whatever you wanna do.”
Tyler forced a smile.
“OK. You know you don’t have to baby me, though.”
Jason feigned confusion.
“What? I’m not babying you. You’re a grown man. I’m just saying, let’s enjoy the day.”
But they both knew Jason was treating Tyler with kid gloves. The boy seemed fragile, and it was all Jason knew to do.
When the pair entered Jason’s condo, he handed Tyler his gym bag.
“I need some more underwear at Rob’s place. Why don’t you pick out whatever you like? Then make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”
Tyler drifted off to Jason’s bedroom while the older man paid a visit to his neighbor. When Steve opened the door and saw Jason standing in the hall, his face lit up with a smile.
“Hello, stranger! Come on in!”
Jason caught Steve up on what had been happening in his life the last few months. They hadn’t seen much of each other recently, but they shared quite a history. For over a year, Steve snuck over to Jason’s condo whenever his wife was away to suck the man’s dick. He considered himself straight at the time, but he just couldn’t get enough cock in his mouth. The thrill of engaging in something he considered taboo was just as exciting as the sexual pleasure he provided to other men. He was one of the few people to have witnessed Jason’s undoing and rebirth as a submissive slut. Jason’s was the first ass he’d ever fucked, under Tyler’s direction, which had permanently shattered Steve’s image of him as an alpha. Over time, the two resettled as friends, chalking up their experiences with Tyler as just horny fun.
The truth was Jason still felt embarrassed about how things went down with Steve, but his neighbor had been mostly kind about things. On the rare occasion Steve jabbed at him about being a slut or a broken dom, Jason shrugged it off the best he could. Today, he was glad he’d maintained the friendship. Steve would be the perfect person to assist in removing Ken as a problem for Tyler. With Rob missing, Jason didn’t have a backup plan, and he needed to implement this one by the end of the weekend.
Jason explained the situation to Steve, trying his best to leave out the most humiliating details. He didn’t want to ruin Tyler’s reputation with anyone else. Steve’s current understanding of the relationship between Jason and Tyler was simply that it had become more romantic once Rob entered the picture. The biggest impact it had on him was losing Tyler’s cock and Jason’s holes to play with.
The story Jason spun about Ken was that the man was straight but curious, just like Steve. The big difference was he had a thing for cocksuckers. Jason described Ken and offered to introduce them. The catch, as he told it, was he needed to film the experience to gain leverage over Ken, who was attempting to blackmail Tyler, his boss.
Steve listened intently as Jason described a muscled, hairy, blue collar man. The type of guy Steve went weak in the knees for. Given his history with Jason and Tyler, and his obsessive need for more cock in his mouth, the circumstances of this potential meeting weren’t a real problem for Steve. Jason didn’t have to convince him to help. Steve was no fool, however. He recognized the leverage he had as well.
“You came to the right place, Jason. You know I’ll give that guy the best head he’s ever had.”
Jason smiled and relaxed.
“Thanks, Steve. I knew I could count on you. And you definitely give the best head.”
The man absent-mindedly squeezed his crotch, reminiscing about Steve’s throat.
“But it’s risky for me too. You’ll have a video of me sucking this guy off. I mean, I can do that in private at the video booths down the street. I guess I just need a little more incentive.”
Jason was taken aback, but Steve just stared at him calmly. They sat in silence for a moment. Finally, Jason stood and reached for the button on his jeans. A growing bulge was already evident underneath them.
“OK, man. I get it. You know you’ve got some power here, and I can’t be mad at you for taking advantage of it. You wanna suck me off? It’s all yours bro.”
Working the jeans off his thick legs, Jason prepared himself for Steve’s mouth. His dick was almost fully hard and straining against his briefs now. Steve’s mouth watered, but he looked up at Jason’s face and laughed.
“Suck you? You must have forgotten how we left things. I don’t get to fuck a guy often, and as I remember, your ass feels amazing.”
Steve reached up and gripped the left cheek of Jason’s brief-clad muscled butt. Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to change. Jason looked down at Steve in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious. I’m offering you something here. Sucking my dick is just icing on the cake. I’m not gonna bend over for you.”
Steve shook his head.
“Don’t be like that, Jason. Don’t pretend you don’t like a dick in your ass. And don’t pretend you aren’t willing to do this for my help. We are friends, after all. Your days of being my hung, mysterious neighbor are over. I don’t see you like that anymore. Just gimme that ass for old time’s sake and we have a deal.”
Jason listened with mixed emotions. He wasn’t used to Steve like this. It felt dirty and slutty to bow to his demands. On the other hand, he didn’t really have a choice. Additionally, his dick was throbbing as hard as ever in his underwear, and they both saw it. Jason blushed. He was getting what he wanted, but it wasn’t going to look anything like he had in mind.
“OK, bro. I guess I can do this for you. Just don’t be too cocky about it.”
Jason intended to sound agreeable, but his voice cracked and his embarrassment was on full display as he finished shedding his clothes.
Steve stood, placing his hand on Jason’s shoulder. He looked the naked man directly in the eye.
“I’ve seen you more humiliated than this. Besides, if you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t be so hard right now.”
Without warning, he slapped Jason’s throbbing manhood, eliciting a surprised yelp from the man.
“You can start by sucking my dick.”
Steve was no natural alpha, but the change in his tone and demeanor had its effect. Without a word, Jason sank to his knees in defeat. He reached for the waistband of the man’s sweatpants and pulled them to the floor, revealing Steve’s excited little dick. He glanced up and caught sight of the lust and power in Steve’s eyes. As embarrassing as this all was, a part of Jason was happy for the man. He knew Steve rarely had the opportunity to feel this way. He’d been a good friend when Jason needed him most. This was the least he could do for Steve.
“Go on. Show me how much better you’ve gotten at sucking dick now that you’ve been taking care of two at a time.”
Steve was really enjoying his newfound confidence. If Jason was honest with himself, he’d admit it was all a real turn-on. Ever since Tyler had broken his pride, Jason couldn’t shake the way he got excited when he was treated like this. A part of him wished he was the one being blackmailed by Ken, but that thought made him feel as guilty as much as it made him feel aroused.
Shaking darker thoughts from his head, Jason focused on the task at hand and wrapped his lips around Steve’s protruding meat. Sliding his tongue along the underside of the shaft, Jason set out to wow his neighbor with his skills. Steve shuddered from the expert suction on his dick, exhaling a quivering moan.
“Oh, yeah! You’re a real cocksucker now! I can’t believe you thought I’d still get on my knees for you. Come on boy. Suck this dick like your life depends on it.”
A deep red tone washed over Jason’s body. This was all so humiliating. He couldn’t believe Steve would talk to him like this. But, almost unconsciously, he began to suck in earnest. He reached behind Steve and gripped his thick, soft ass, fucking the man into his mouth.
Steve smiled down at Jason in disbelief. He was rarely on this end of a good cocksucking, and he was certain he’d never experienced head as pleasurable. As much as he was enjoying it though, Steve knew he wouldn’t last long in Jason’s gifted mouth. After a few minutes, he breathlessly pulled the boy off his dick. His legs were trembling, and his little balls were pulled up tight with excitement against his body. Holding Jason off by his hair, he fought to reclaim his strength.
Jason smiled to himself, secretly proud of a job well done. He’d clearly impressed Steve, and something about that felt good. He didn’t have long to celebrate his accomplishment before Steve moved to the next phase of their agreement.
“Damn, boy. You really are a good cocksucker now. If you weren’t already taken I’d try to claim you.”
This was amusing to both men, as neither could truly imagine Steve maintaining the persona he currently displayed for long. In the moment however, it was an erotic idea.
“Ass up on the couch, slut. Let’s see how they’ve trained that hole.”
Jason complied quickly, having allowed himself to sink into the moment and enjoy his role as used bottom slut. With his arms crossed, elbows resting on the back of the couch, he pushed his ass out and arched his back like an eager whore.
Steve looked on in awe for a moment. He’d never seen Jason like this, even in the muscle boy’s most manipulated states. He approached the hairy, upturned ass with a dick so stiff it didn’t waver as he walked. Grabbing the left cheek and slapping the right, Steve reasserted control.
“You’re a real bottom bitch now, huh boy? Look at you! I bet you need this real bad, don’t you?”
Jason whimpered. Steve’s words pushed him further into submission. He did need it. He craved the rough treatment and the feeling of a man pounding inside him. The desire was even more urgent in times like this, when he felt overwhelmed. Something about a man taking control grounded him now.
“Yes, Sir! Please! Fuck me, Steve! I need you inside me!”
Jason told himself he was hamming it up a bit for the sake of his neighbor’s pleasure, but the honesty in his pleading came through.
Steve was nearly exploding with excitement now. He gave Jason’s ass another slap and dropped a wad of spit on the quivering hole. As he rubbed it in with the head of his dick, he realized he’d never felt so big and powerful before. He could get used to this.
In a bold move, Steve reached up and grabbed a handful of Jason’s hair, pulling his head back so the muscle boy was looking up at the ceiling. Almost simultaneously, he pushed his dick inside the welcoming hole.
Jason let out a yelp from the sudden intrusion, but his body accepted the average meat easily. He allowed himself to be pulled back against Steve’s body, taking all of the man inside.
Steve gasped as he sunk fully into Jason. He gripped the boy’s side tight with his free hand, holding himself steady.
“Fuck! This hole has been getting a lot of dick.”
Steve leaned forward to get his mouth close to Jason’s ear.
“You’re just a big fuck hole now, aren’t you boy? You’re so much looser than I remember.”
The words should have stung, but Jason pushed back more, trying desperately to get the dick deeper inside. Unfortunately, Steve had no more to give him. It felt like a cruel tease. Just shy of enough to hit him where he needed it. For a moment, Jason realized the reality that Rob and Tyler had ruined his body for average cock. He’d gone from dominant top to insatiable size queen in a few short months. This only made him feel sluttier, and he completely let go.
“Fuck me, Steve! Please. I’m begging you! I need it!”
Steve’s eyes grew wide as he heard Jason’s pleading and felt the muscles around his dick begin to tighten and relax, drawing him in. His taunting had been a power play, all in good fun, but it seemed to have activated a desperate sluttiness inside Jason. Steve truly began to see the broken hairy muscle man as a hole to be used. Clearly the whore craved it, after all. Why deny him the pleasure?
Steve drew back and slammed himself full force into Jason. What he lacked in size he intended to make up for in thrust.
Jason gasped. He was certain that with just a little more strength Steve could reach the place inside him that was desperately calling his name.
“Yes! That’s it! Fuck me up!”
All sense of decency and decorum now left Steve’s mind. His sole mission was to destroy Jason’s hole. He began to ruthlessly pound into the eager boy, only to feel powerful thrusts directed back toward him. The two quickly worked themselves up into a frenzy, at times seeming to be fighting each other, but with a common goal. The sound of bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of Steve’s living room. Both men grunted louder and louder with each clash.
Jason’s eyes were rolled up in his head. All of his concentration was on helping Steve slam into him where he really needed it. Each thrust seemed to nudge him just a bit closer. The agony and the excitement flooded his brain and removed any sense of dignity. Jason’s hole controlled him now. His whole world was Steve’s cock.
But Steve couldn’t withstand the feelings so intense for very long. With very little warning, he cried out like a wounded animal and crashed into Jason one last time, emptying his seed in a chaotic spasm.
Jason felt the dick expand inside him, holding out a final hope for the right contact. But it never came. Instead, Steve flooded his insides with the evidence of his satisfaction before bringing the raging sexual tempest to a sudden conclusion.
Steve staggered away from Jason, pulling his spent dick free in one sudden motion. As he fought to regain control of his breathing, he wiped his sweaty brow and watched a healthy blob of his cum fall out of Jason’s gaping hole.
Jason quickly crashed back to reality. The echoes of his enthusiastic begging now turned against him in his mind. He felt the openness of his hole, the arch of his back, and the wetness trickling down to coat the back of his balls. It all seemed so low and shameful. And through it all, his hefty dick throbbed painfully and uselessly under him. He remained frozen in place, on display, a whore as Steve had marked him. The shift between them was undeniable. Jason had withheld so many intimate details of the changes in his personal life from Steve, but in just a few moments, his body had divulged all of its secrets.
The sudden and firm grasp of Steve’s hand on his ass caused Jason to flinch.
“Damn, slut. This is who you were meant to be all along. That was better than any pussy I ever felt.”
Jason remained fixed in place, unable to will himself to look back at Steve. He was certain their first eye contact would cement his debasement.
“Come here, boy. Clean me up. I bet you love that, don’t you?”
Trembling with humiliation and residual excitement, Jason slowly turned, looking at Steve for the first time since he eagerly offered up his hole to the man. Steve’s dick was slick with cum and Jason’s insides. It hung heavier in postcoital contentment. His body heaved from the exertion, shimmering with a beaded layer of sweat. Glancing up at the man’s satisfied face, Jason caught his eyes for a fleeting moment and quickly looked away. He tasted the bittersweetness of being small and submissive now. It was a reminder that Steve’s impression of him had forever changed long ago.
In a final act of humiliation, Jason sank to his knees and took Steve’s limp dick into his mouth, tonguing it thoroughly clean. Finally, he rested back on his heels and looked up for the man’s approval.
Steve smiled down at him with a look of satisfaction. He placed a hand under Jason’s chin, holding him in place.
“You did good, boy. You’ve become a perfect little muscle slut. Your men are lucky to have you.”
Jason’s mind was a conflicted mess of pride and shame. He knelt humble and exposed, looking up at Steve.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Steve’s smile widened.
“And look how much you love this!”
He nudged Jason’s painfully engorged dick with his bare foot.
Jason swallowed hard, unable to respond. He was laid bare to Steve more than ever now. All he could cling to was the hope the friendship they shared and the experiences they’d endured together would be enough for his neighbor to treat him with kindness and understanding.
As Jason was contemplating the ever changing state of his relationships, and his continued subservience, Steve bent forward and scooped him up to stand before him. Though Steve had to tilt his head to look up into Jason’s eyes, the taller man continued to feel dwarfed by the experience. Cupping his hand around the back of Jason’s neck, Steve pulled them in for a kiss. Steve moaned as the aftertaste of his own seed spread across his tongue. Finally, Jason’s body relaxed a bit, feeling a familiar connection to Steve return.
Steve pulled away, still holding onto Jason.
“Fuck, bro. That really was amazing. Thanks for that. I really needed it.”
The sudden change in Steve’s tone was jarring for Jason. He did his best to pull himself together, but the wave of humbleness persisted. Still finding it hard to make eye contact, Jason rested his gaze at their feet.
“Thank you, Steve. I’m glad I could help. You felt so good. I missed you… and thanks for helping us out. It really means a lot.”
Steve noticed the shaken state he’d put his neighbor in. A sense of strength and pride surged again inside him.
“No problem. You came to the right place. This will be fun.”
Jason returned to Tyler more subdued than when he’d left. Though the younger man noticed the change, he didn’t have the energy to question it. Jason offered Tyler the good news that Steve had accepted the challenge. As long as the plan succeeded, Tyler’s problems with Ken would soon be over.
The ride back to Rob’s was mostly silent. There was no air of premature celebration. Both men knew the risks of what they were about to attempt. When they entered the house, Tyler paused, as if suddenly remembering something.
“Have you heard from him?”
Jason looked at Tyler questioningly.
“Who?”
Tyler cocked his head to the side and glared at Jason.
“You know who.”
The older man had intentionally avoided talking about Rob’s evident disappearance. He wanted to lie to put Tyler’s mind at ease, but he just couldn’t do it.
“No, but I’m sure he’s busy wrapping things up. Let’s just get through this situation and then we can tackle that one, OK?”
Tyler nodded.
“Yeah. OK.”
They sat close together on the couch. Jason felt he needed the comfort almost as much as Tyler. His head was still spinning from all the chaotic emotions of the day. Further down his body, he felt an almost vibration from the carnal urges that wouldn’t subside. For a while, Jason tried to remain calm and easy with Tyler, but it became increasingly difficult.
Finally, in a move of meek desperation, Jason rested his hand on Tyler’s thigh and looked at him. They locked eyes, Tyler’s in curiosity, Jason’s ablaze with lust. Jason swallowed hard. Finally croaking out his need to Tyler.
“I hope it’s OK to ask. Could you fuck me? I just really need it right now.”
Tyler was surprised and confused. Jason hadn’t been acting normal since he went to see Steve about their plan.
“What’s going on with you? Is everything OK? You said Steve agreed to everything. Is there something else?”
Jason blushed. He was terrible at hiding things from Tyler. Having your body and soul laid bare to a person can have that effect.
“Yeah. I’m just craving it.”
Jason paused. They didn’t often speak about their early days together since sorting things out. Their relationship was working so well, and Jason usually shrugged off the occasional rise of old urges with Tyler. He didn’t want to rock the boat, even though his underlying yearning for the younger man’s firm hand and thick cock never truly dissipated. But in this vulnerable state, with a surge of unmet need in his body, the feelings spilled over.
“You know you were the one who broke me. A part of me will always be that broken boy for you. Please, Tyler. Whatever you want. I won’t question it. Just take me.”
Tyler sat back. This was all so unexpected, especially in the midst of his crisis.
“You aren’t broken, Jason. You’re perfect.”
Jason slid from the couch to his knees in front of Tyler. His eyes filled with tears. From what emotion, Tyler was still unsure.
“I’m not perfect. Sometimes, I’m a total disaster. Sometimes…. Sometimes I just need you to treat me the way you did when we first met. I need to feel you in control. I want my body to please you.”
Tyler was hard in his jeans now, just like Jason. This all seemed to be coming out of nowhere, but it stirred old familiar feelings inside of him.
“Fuck. Um… OK. Then why are you still wearing clothes?”
Jason’s face lit up with excitement, and he frantically flopped around in his kneeling position until he was completely naked, with clothing strewn around the living room. He clasped his hands behind his back and puffed out his meaty, hairy chest. His dick protruded painfully in front of him, a signal of his readiness.
Tyler gripped his hair and leaned forward, close to his face.
“You sure this is what you want boy? Once I get started, I might not be able to stop.”
Jason’s mouth fell open, and a thin line of spittle descended from his mouth to his bare right thigh.
“Yes, Sir! Use me! I’m all yours! No question!”
Tyler smiled for the first time in days. He released his grip on Jason and sat back.
“You little slut. You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you? You’ve been lying next to me at night wanting me to break you again. Well, I’m gonna do it today. Why don’t you have my cock in your mouth yet, bitch?”
Jason sprang into action. Clawing at Tyler’s pants, he freed the object of his affection and devoured it in an instant. Immediately choking on Tyler’s enormous manhood, he tried to pull back to catch his breath. Tyler’s hand forcefully pushed him back down.
“Is this what you wanted, Jason? You wanted me to remind you my superior dick and attitude turned you into a desperate little bitch? You know what I remember? How easy it was to claim you. It’s like you were just begging for me to come along and tear you open and make you mine. And now all you think about is this dick, isn’t it boy? Even after all we’ve been through, you’re still my eager muscle bottom boy!”
Tyler’s tone became increasingly aggressive as he held Jason’s head down on his throbbing meat. Jason tried to accept every inch, but reflexively fought against the strength of the younger man in a panic for air. Drool now flowed freely down Tyler’s cock and balls as Jason heaved and gagged violently with no respite.
Finally, Tyler eased up with a devious chuckle. The head of his cock remained in Jason’s mouth as the cocksucker gasped for fresh air. Before he could recover from the initial onslaught, Jason found himself being forced even deeper on the thick rod in his throat. His arms flung around from behind his back and pushed against Tyler’s thighs. The young man wasn’t going to allow Jason to stop. He gripped the cocksucker’s wrist tightly and twisted it behind his back and up toward the space between his shoulders.
Jason shrieked around the cock lodged in his throat. He began to swallow, making his best attempt to accept his fate. Finally, Tyler’s cock was buried deep. Though Jason’s body still bucked, Tyler found it easier to develop a rhythm of fucking in the muscle bitch’s throat. As he continued to use the warm hole, he felt Jason’s struggles become weaker. He kept thrusting for a few more moments, firmly reestablishing the hierarchy, before releasing his hand from Jason’s head and allowing the man to rear back and suck in a fresh breath.
“You don’t even really fight it anymore. I really did break you, huh boy? I did Rob a favor. I made it easy for him. You were already a whore by the time he made his move. He should thank me.”
Tyler’s words were dangerously cocky, but they had the effect of pushing Jason even deeper into submission.
“Thank you, Sir! Thank you for making me a whore.”
The surge of adrenaline and ache in his untouched dick caused Jason to let go of any desire to hold on to his dignity. His hunger for Tyler’s control and humiliation was all consuming. He was older, taller, more muscular. None of that mattered. Decades of living life as an alpha among men all meant nothing now. It took mere seconds for Tyler to dismantle it all, putting Jason right back in his place. This time though, the submissive muscle slut begged to be broken. Jason trusted Tyler completely. There was truly nothing he wouldn’t do for the young man. As Tyler stared down at him with a fire in his eyes, Jason thrust himself downward, chest against the floor, and began to worship his superior’s feet. His meaty, hairy ass was pushed up into the air, flexing and grinding, inviting Tyler in.
Tyler slid his hand down the crevice of Jason’s upturned butt. Hooking his middle finger, the young stud pushed between the hairy mounds and found his target. But as he made contact with Jason’s puffy hole, he quickly withdrew.
“Did you let Steve fuck you?!”
Tyler’s question made Jason flinch. He’d intended to find a way to tell his lover what he had to do to get his neighbor’s cooperation with their scheme, but his primal cravings had gotten the better of him and clouded his mind. He sat up straight, looking up at Tyler.
“I’m sorry! I was gonna tell you! I just… got so… I don’t know.”
Jason’s voice trailed off as he searched for some excuse that would make it all seem OK. The shame of his actions and of Tyler finding out this way made his body glow a deep crimson.
Tyler lifted a foot and pressed it in the middle of Jason’s chest. With little resistance, he pushed the older man onto his back and stood over him. Jason’s chest heaved under the weight of Tyler’s bare foot as he looked up with fear and anticipation at the man towering over him. The angry scowl on Tyler’s face softened. The corners of his mouth curled into a villainous smile.
“You really are a whore! You just can’t get enough of it, huh bitch?”
Relief washed over Jason as he nodded his head frantically.
“Yessir! Just a whore! You broke me, and now it’s all I am.”
Jason wasn’t sure how much of this was roleplay or confession anymore. His body burned with a deep desire for Tyler to punish him.
Tyler removed his foot from the middle of Jason’s chest and reached a hand down in assistance.
“Come on, boy. It’s time to get that hole fucked the way it was meant to.”
Jason reached for Tyler’s hand and felt his body quickly rise. Tyler gripped his hips and spun him around. With a nudge, Jason began to walk toward the bedroom. Tyler watched from behind, and then reared his hand back and gave Jason a surprise slap across his ass. A loud gasp and broken whimper escaped Jason’s mouth, as he felt the heat of Tyler’s handprint begin to form on his bubble butt. His massive manhood burped out a drop of precum, which swung back and forth as it descended toward the floor, finally splashing against and attaching itself to the inside of Jason’s right knee. As they approached the bed, Tyler gave Jason a shove, bending him over it.
“Ass up on the bed, boy. Present yourself to me.”
Jason scrambled onto all fours in the middle of the mattress. Spreading his legs and arching his back, the muscle slut eagerly displayed his used hole to his master. The exposure only deepened his need. He felt the wet head of Tyler’s cock press against his loosened opening.
“A slut like you doesn’t even need lube. You’re already fucked open for me.”
Before Jason could fashion a response, he felt Tyler’s thick meat slam inside. Throwing his head back and squealing, he held himself still for the young man to enjoy. Tyler leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Jason’s exposed throat, pulling them together in a tight embrace. He pulled himself nearly clear of the slut’s hole and then crashed back into it, full force.
Jason let forth a yelp, the cock inside him stretching him to the limit. Tyler flexed his arm and squeezed the neck in its crook even tighter.
“Fuck me! Please!”
Jason’s plea spurred Tyler on. He began to pound away at the older man’s hole. As the thrusts increased in force, the sound of two bodies slapping together mixed with the wet suctioning of Jason’s cum-filled entrance on Tyler’s rod. As the arm drew tighter around his throat, Jason’s eyes rolled back, and his breathing became shallow.
Tyler felt Jason softening in his grip. Finally, he unhooked his arm from the man and allowed him to fall face-first into the mattress. Using his legs to spread the slut’s wider, he continued to hammer into the sloshing fuck hole.
Jason gripped the sheets, moaning and pushing himself back into the attack. Every stab of the monster deep inside him pushed his need for it closer to a breaking point. His words were lost now, replaced by animalistic groans and grunts. Tyler expertly beat against his prostate over and over. An inevitable explosion began to build deep inside Jason’s body. His muscles tensed and he whimpered as he ground against the massive cock.
Tyler knew the signs. He’d brought Jason to the edge enough times to know exactly how to control him. Suddenly, he yanked himself free, eliciting a disappointed cry from Jason’s mouth and a vulgar slurp from his gaped cavity.
Tyler forcefully spun Jason onto his back and gripped his ankles, pushing the man’s knees against his own chest. He looked down at his prize. The desperation on the man’s face, the glistening sweat on his heaving body, the wetness formed from his uncontrollably leaking dick, and his messy, open hole. It was all so intense. Tyler remembered the first time he saw Jason like this. Broken, used, and desperate for more. A familiar feeling of power and control flooded his body as he savored his conquest. The bigger, stronger man was now putty in his hands.
“Please Sir! Put it in me! I need it! Fuck me!”
Jason was reduced to a pleading whore for cock now. There was no holding back, no sense of self-preservation. A trickle of Steve’s load dribbled out of him, as he offered himself up to Tyler.
The young stud plunged back into the upturned hole, eliciting a breathy expression of gratitude from the older man. He rose to his toes, stiffening his body into a plank and began to drive himself over and over into Jason with all his might. The muscle bottom was in heaven. Mouth agape, body spread wide, Jason gasped and shook his head in blissful disbelief. His orgasm quickly began to rise again. The warmth and the pressure building quickly beyond the point of control. He tried to form the words, to request permission for release, but the feelings were too intense. Instead, a piercing howl erupted from his gut and his untouched dick began to fire his pent up load all over his body. His loosened hole found new strength and clamped down tight around Tyler’s invading manhood.
Tyler grunted from the renewed grip on his cock, smiling down at the scene beneath him.
“Fuck yeah! Cum for me slut!”
He continued to batter Jason’s engorged prostate as he used the man’s body to work up his own release. As Jason’s bucking and yelping began to subside, Tyler stiffened. Rearing his head back, he yelled out in triumph, blasting jet after jet of his seed inside the spent bottom.
Jason convulsed in post-orgasmic ecstasy. Tyler collapsed on top of him, still lodged deep inside. They remained locked together, slowly regaining their senses. Finally, Tyler rose slightly, looking into Jason’s eyes.
“You did that for me didn’t you. You gave yourself to him for me.”
Jason saw the tears in Tyler’s eyes.
“I would do anything for you, Tyler.”
Without another word, Tyler pressed his mouth to Jason’s and devoured him in a passionate kiss. Jason could feel the young man’s sword, still buried inside him, begin to flinch in excitement.
The couple rolled to their side with Tyler slipping free, legs entangled, tongues hungrily lapping at each other. Finally, they broke their kiss, gasping.
“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for what you’re doing.”
Tyler’s aggressive tone had now completely disappeared, revealing a loving gratitude underneath.
“You don’t have to. It’s just what we do. I love you.”
Jason’s words nearly broke the young man. They stared at each other in silence for a while, before drifting off to sleep.
Tyler woke to Jason attempting to free himself from the jumble of arms and legs they had become. He rolled to his back as Jason pried himself from the bed.
“I think you should call him now. Set it up.”
Jason was ready to put their plan in motion.
Tyler nodded, wiping the sleep from his eyes. The absence of sunlight filtering through the windows made him aware they must have slept for at least an hour. The overwhelming sense of dread he’d been burdened with now seemed gone. Instead, Tyler was determined and hopeful, maybe a bit vengeful.
After splashing some water on his face, Tyler strode naked into the living room. Jason sat next to him on the couch and placed a comforting hand on his knee. Tyler fished his phone from his discarded jeans and unlocked it. Taking a deep breath, he held it to his ear.
“Hey, Ken. There’s something I want to offer you.”
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