Previously:
“Now, you can sleep.” Rob kissed the top of Tyler’s head before scooping his body up in his arms as if the twink were light as a feather. He carried the boy to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. He gently removed Tyler’s shorts and pulled the bed covers over him. Walking around to the other side, Rob stripped himself naked and slid in beside the boy. He turned Tyler on his side and pushed himself up against the young man’s back. His semi-hard cock nestled perfectly in the crevice between the hairless mounds of Tyler’s ass. Rob draped his arm around Tyler’s body and pulled him in close. The last sensation Tyler felt before drifting off to sleep was the gentle cadence of Rob’s warm breath on his bare neck.
Tyler woke to the smell of coffee. For just a moment his mind was disoriented, but a short electric shock of pain deep in his hole caused the memories from the previous evening to come flooding back. He rolled over to see the empty space where Rob had slept next to him. Pressing his face to the sheets, he inhaled deeply, sensing just a hint of the man’s smell left behind. His dick was throbbing, but he felt conflicted about the situation. He’d been fucked, marked, and then clung to Rob as he sobbed. How could the man ever respect him again? What a little bitch! Tyler began to feel anger at himself for allowing all of this to happen.
“Well, good morning!” Rob’s deep voice shook Tyler from his thoughts.
Tyler rolled back onto his side and took in the sight of the man. Rob was still naked. His large frame filled the doorway. His body blocked the light from the living room windows, creating a golden aura, outlining his form and kissing his caramel skin. Rob’s muscles seemed to bulge even in their most relaxed state, and his cock hung heavy and slightly aroused over a low-hanging set of hefty balls. The hair on his arms and legs seemed to sparkle in the light. His smile was warm and comforting, as he stretched his arm out toward Tyler. In his grasp was a coffee mug. A swirl of steam rose from the rim and dissipated in the air, filling it with a delicious aroma.
“I thought you might want some coffee.” Rob’s feet thudded commandingly as he approached the bed. His massive cock swung side to side in a mesmerizing display. Tyler’s eyes broke free of its spell, and he reached for the mug.
“Thank you.” He was grateful but feeling awkward and timid, unsure of where to go from here. He took a small sip to test the temperature and rested the drink on his nightstand. Pulling himself up, he sat back against the headboard. He pulled his legs up, so his knees were bent and his feet were flat on the mattress.
Rob sat down in the space where Tyler’s legs had been. He wrapped his hand around the front of the boy’s leg, just below his knee. Looking into Tyler’s eyes, he smiled a knowing smile. “Did you sleep OK?”
Tyler nodded, suddenly realizing he’d slept deeply through the night. “Thanks.” It seemed to be the only thing he could say now.
“I’m free today. I was thinking I’d spend the day with you.” Rob’s voice was more cheerful now.
Tyler’s face brightened. As unnerved as he was, Rob was safe. He was thrilling. He was someone Tyler always looked forward to spending time with. Now, he needed it even more.
“Good! Drink up! I’ll need a shower soon.” Rob stood and kissed the top of Tyler’s head, hugging it into his bare chest.
Tyler felt instantly calmed. His dick still throbbed, but his heartbeat began to slow. He watched Rob’s towering body saunter off toward the bathroom. He sipped his coffee to clear the morning fog from his brain. Reaching down, he briefly wrapped his hand around his blanket-covered rod. Giving it a squeeze, his eyes rolled back. He let go and shook his head with a smile. Tyler wasn’t clear on where things were headed, but he knew at least part of him was excited to find out.
Rob turned on the shower and rummaged around the bathroom, locating a towel, a spare toothbrush, and other necessities. Returning to Tyler, he gripped the blanket covering the beautiful boy and tossed it back, revealing the athletic twink’s naked form and throbbing dick.
Tyler blushed from the sudden exposure. “Hey!”
Rob laughed. “Well, at least part of you is up already. Come on boy! Let’s get this day started.”
Tyler felt equal parts humbled and excited. Rob had never called him “boy” before. He didn’t hate it, even though he tried. Reluctantly, he rose from the bed, his stiff rod jutting out in front of him. He brushed past Rob on his way to the bathroom, and then felt himself stopped in his tracks by the man’s sudden grip on his body just above the hips.
Rob pulled Tyler back against him. His growing cock found its new nesting place in Tyler’s crevice. Leaning over the boy, he pulled Tyler’s head back and kissed him square on the lips. “Do you ever not look good enough to eat?”
“Oh please. I just woke up. I’m sure I look like shit.” Tyler tried not to indicate just how much he was gushing inside from the compliment.
Still holding tight, Rob marched them both into the bathroom and planted them in front of the mirror. Tyler was shocked to see how much bigger Rob looked behind him. The pair had teamed up countless times to share eager sluts and have some fun. Tyler knew Rob was a big guy. He’d seen him in action. But he never truly comprehended the difference in their size until now.
For a moment they stared at each other in the mirror. The hairy muscled beast and his sexy twink. Then Rob broke the silence. “Look! Do you see what I see? You are so sexy, Tyler.”
Tyler saw the reflection of his face redden slightly .”Thanks, Rob. You are too. You know that.” He paused, as if considering something. “God, you’re huge.” He couldn’t help but acknowledge their obvious difference in size. He felt the thick trunk pressed between his cheeks flinch in response.
“I want you to see what I see when I look at you.” Rob was still smiling, but his thoughts were deeper now. “There’s so much more to you, Tyler.” He moved his arms up, wrapping them around the boy and holding him tight. “You don’t have anything to prove. I’m going to show you what can be.” Rob felt Tyler stiffen in his arms. “And when you see it, you’ll wonder why you fought it.”
Tyler was caught off guard by the change in tone. The words penetrated him. He sat with them for a moment before responding. “I’m scared.”
“I know you are. But what did I tell you? I got you.” Rob felt Tyler rest back against him after his reassurance.
“I know you do. I just don’t know if I want to be…”
“No, Tyler.” Rob cut him off. “This isn’t about labels. It’s not about what you think of all the boys you’ve been with. It’s that thinking that keeps you from being yourself. You’ll see.” He spun the boy around and gripped his shoulders. Their cocks rubbed against each other now.
Tyler still didn’t fully understand. This was all happening so quickly. He looked up at Rob.
“You have this idea of what being a boy is. You know how to break one down and turn one on. I’ve seen you. But you don’t see them. You just use them.” Rob paused to let Tyler consider his words. “That’s the part you’re afraid of. Getting used just like you use them. Being seen the way you see them.” He was getting to the heart of it now. “When I show you what it truly is to be my boy, you’ll see it’s nothing like that at all.” Rob cupped the back of Tyler’s head. “You’ve been fighting yourself. You’ve been conquering guys like Jason, just to prove you’re a man. You haven’t been kind to them, Tyler. But I’m going to show you how it should be. How it will be.”
Tyler gasped at the realization that Rob already knew about his relationship with Jason. “How did you know?”
“Jason?” Rob smiled again. “We are very close. I saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at me at Michael’s party. And that cage? I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed it through those tight, slutty pants.”
“Fuck.” Tyler began to understand his undoing of Jason was now becoming his own.
“It’s OK.” Rob was clearly unbothered. “But you aren’t going to hurt anyone because of your own internal struggle. It’s time for you to stop avoiding who you’re meant to be.”
Tyler felt as if Rob was looking right through him. Suddenly, all his confidence as a cocky, dominant top melted away. Was it really all a facade? A cover? He felt sick.
“Hey.” Rob was serious now. “Trust me?”
With tears in his eyes, Tyler nodded his head. He did trust Rob. He’d always admired and respected the man, but there was always something even more underneath. Tyler knew he could let go with the man. Now, looking up at him, it’s what he wanted to do.
Rob kissed the top of Tyler’s head again. “OK, little man. Let’s get cleaned up.” He took the stunned twink by the hand and led him to the shower. They stood in the warm water together, allowing it to wash over them and rinse off the tension and the dirt of what was before.
Tyler felt lost and confused. Rob spoke as if he knew the young man better than he knew himself. He was older, wiser, more experienced, after all. His words resonated somewhere deep inside Tyler. But now, everything Tyler thought he knew seemed to be getting turned upside down.
The feeling of a soapy loofah swirling over his chest brought Tyler out of his stupor. Rob was washing him. Gently, carefully, the man caressed Tyler’s body. It seemed impossible that hands and muscles of this magnitude were capable of such a light, loving touch. Tyler sighed and relaxed his shoulders, feeling the suds stream down his body under the pouring water. Rob took special care with The boy’s still hard dick, and sensitive balls, and he lingered over the puffy ring of Tyler’s hole. It all felt so relaxing and invigorating at the same time. Tyler was overcome with desire for Rob.
Suddenly, determined not to overthink it, Tyler allowed his knees to bend. He sank to the shower floor and took Rob’s cock into his mouth. The man groaned as Tyler began to lick and around the hardening shaft. Pulling back, Tyler teased the ridge of the head and wiggled the tip of his tongue in the slit. Rob stretched his arms to brace himself against the wall.
Tyler had always admired Rob’s enormous cock. The twink was very happy with his own endowment, but Rob was just so thick, and he hung so heavy, even when he was soft. He’d wondered what it might taste like, what it would feel like filling his mouth. He’d never dared to risk his status as a fellow alpha by even touching the beast though. He’d been happy to just watch it destroy the holes of lesser men.
Lesser men. That thought burned in his mind. Is that what he was? Isn’t that what he thought of all his conquests? Even Jason? He had deep feelings for the guy, but he kept himself aloof because he thought that’s how he was supposed to play it. He had to maintain an image. And all for what? Here he was on his knees anyway, suddenly realizing he was sucking the ass of a nameless bottom off the cock of his partner in crime.
The humiliation was unnerving. So too was the turn on. Tyler’s own cock was aching now. He sucked more eagerly. A hunger inside him seemed to erupt. Tyler needed to make Rob feel good. He needed to make the man cum. A few short moans vibrated around Rob’s cock, as Tyler fell into a submissive bliss.
Rob looked down at Tyler bobbing on his steel hard manhood. He’d never been so happy to be so right about a boy. This one was going to be a lot of fun. Rob knew Tyler was fragile at this stage. He didn’t push. He allowed the sexy twink to fall in love with his cock and with serving him. He began to groan from pleasure. Rob never ceased to be amazed at the natural skills of an eager, untrained cocksucker. With some practice, Tyler was going to become quite the expert.
Tyler began to taste the salty gift of Rob’s precum. He pressed on, sucking deep enough to gag himself before pulling back. His dick felt like it could explode. He wanted desperately to stroke himself, but Tyler knew better than to try that without expressed permission. This was about Rob’s pleasure. The thrill was in tasting that cock and coaxing the cum from deep inside his balls. In fact, it almost felt wrong that Tyler should be enjoying this as much as he was.
Rob grunted and groaned. His hips began to pump slightly to meet Tyler’s lips. “Fuck, boy. If I’d known you felt this good, I would have had you doing this a long time ago.” The compliment implied to Tyler that Rob could have taken him down any time he chose, and the boy was beginning to realize that was probably an accurate assumption. He moaned in response, and continued sucking.
Finally, Tyler felt the cock expand in his mouth. Rob’s breathing hitched. “Oh, Tyler. You’re gonna make me cum!” The boy’s pace increased. He was hungry for the load. And then Rob froze for a moment. His body went rigid. With a loud sigh, he bucked his hips and began to pump Tyler’s mouth and throat full of his seed. His body shook. He gasped for air. Tyler felt rope after rope eject into the back of his throat. And then, it was over. Rob relaxed and slowed his breathing.
Tyler tasted the thick juice his tongue had managed to retain. He held it there for a minute before lovingly cleaning the deflating cock in his mouth. He swallowed over and over, drinking in all of Rob that he could get.
Eventually, Rob put his hands on Tyler’s shoulders and pulled himself free. His shiny, thick monster still stood away from his body, but now curved downward a bit over half way to the tip, as if it was wilting like a flower. Moving his hands underneath Tyler’s armpits, he scooped the boy up and kissed his forehead. He could feel Tyler’s raging erection rub against his own spent cock. Rob looked into Tyler’s eyes. “That was amazing, boy.” He smiled, pausing to let things sink in. “See what happens when you allow yourself to be free?”
Tyler considered Rob’s choice of words. He’d never thought of sucking cock as freedom. But something inside him felt so satisfied, so light. Whatever was happening, he certainly wanted more of it. “Thank you, Rob.” He wrapped his arms around the man and they held each other under the warm cascade of the shower.
After a few minutes of that comforting embrace, Tyler stepped back and soaped up the loofah. He began to gently scrub Rob clean, mimicking the motions the man used earlier on him. Tyler’s cock remained rock solid. The opportunity to feel every inch of Rob’s body was thrilling. He took his time, memorizing all of it in a way he’d never done with anyone before.
Soon enough, they were both clean, and their bellies began to ache for food. They stood side by side, fussing over their faces and hair. Tyler dressed in his standard tank top and shorts, and Rob had him retrieve a bag from his car. The man pulled out a fresh pair of boxer briefs, a tee shirt, and some jeans. Once they were ready, Rob grabbed his keys and they pulled out of Tyler’s driveway in Rob’s black 911.
Meanwhile, Jason was becoming frantic at his condo. He hadn’t heard from Tyler since the young stud shared him with Frank the day before. Since having his dick locked away, the muscle boy hadn’t been able to go very long without some form of communication from the man who held his key. He’d left several text messages, each one more panicky than the one before. Now, he waited, hoping for an answer or a knock at the door.
Tyler finally texted Jason back late in the morning.
Hey. Busy day. Talk later.
The message did little to calm Jason. He guessed he wouldn’t be seeing Tyler at all. There was nothing to do but refocus. The frustrated muscle boy dragged himself to the gym.
The remainder of Jason’s day was pretty uneventful. He fussed around the house, doing the usual weekend chores. His former self would have been spending his Saturday with a few friends, and maybe calling up a boy to take care of his needs. His needs were very different now, though. He thought of his options. His neighbor and former cocksucker, Steve. Frank from the gym, who he’d just been wrecked by yesterday. And Nico, the kid from the cafe downstairs. A clear picture of Nico’s cock appeared in Jason’s mind. So thick, hanging obscenely between his skinny legs. Even if Jason wasn’t locked, his dick couldn’t compare to that. He’d always been proud of what he was packing. He’d satisfied more than his share of hungry bottom boys with it. But he was no Nico. Now here he was, his little cramped dick aching its cage, remembering the painful, glorious feeling of that massive Italian meat stretching him wide open and pumping so deep inside him.
Hey. Free tonight?
Jason hoped Nico would be excited to come take care of his needs. He received no immediate answer, however. This was all so much easier when he was on top.
By the time Jason’s phone alerted him to a new text, his condo was clean and organized from top to bottom.
Busy. Soon
This was not at all the message Jason hoped to get from Nico. His frustrations mounted. He could always try Steve. His neighbor wasn’t hung, and he didn’t generally want to fuck, but sucking the dick of the man who was his own on-call cocksucker until recently might feed his hunger.
Hey. Wanna come over?
Jason was beginning to feel desperate now. Texting around to any man that would use him felt pathetic. He wasn’t sure of what else to do.
Out of town with the wife
The needy muscle boy rolled his eyes and groaned. Frank was his final option. He felt embarrassed asking for it like this, especially since the man had pounded a load into him less than 24 hours ago. But at this point, what reputation did he have to save with Frank? If Jason was going to survive as this new version of himself, he would have to embrace every part of that.
Hey. Thanks for yesterday. Any chance youre free today?
Jason placed his phone on the table in front of him and sat back. He was fascinated by the shifts his body was experiencing. He felt incredibly horny, but the feeling was coming from some new place deep inside him. He didn’t feel it in his useless dick anymore. Sure, it made him feel slutty and frustrated, but there was this warmth to his craving that felt so good. Jason was quickly developing a disorienting fondness for this new way of existing.
After a while, Jason stopped eying his phone and accepted the fact that he was probably not going to get what he was craving today. He ordered some food and settled into the couch to binge-watch some TV. Whenever his mind drifted to sex, he trained it back on the show he was watching.
Meanwhile, Rob and Tyler spent their day pouring over a good brunch and walking it off at the park. Afterward, the pair drove to Rob’s place to spend more time together. Tyler was feeling more at ease with Rob by the time they pulled into the driveway. He was feeling more excited about where things might be going, as well.
Once inside, Rob poured up a couple drinks and handed one to Tyler. “This has been a nice day, huh? I’ve enjoyed spending more time with you in the sunshine.
Tyler giggled. “Yeah, I guess we aren’t used to hanging out during the day. This is really nice.” He looked down at his feet. “And, thanks. I feel better now.”
Rob squeezed Tyler’s shoulder. “Good! You should feel comfortable here. With me.”
Tyler smiled, then looked around the room. “This is a really nice place, Rob.”
“Thanks! I want to show you something. I think you’ll really like it.” Rob led Tyler to a door. On the other side were stairs to the basement. They stood there for a moment. “I have rules though.” Rob’s tone became a bit more serious.
Tyler felt himself get slightly nervous again. He could only imagine what he was about to get himself into. “OK. What are they?”
Rob stripped off his shirt with his free hand, revealing his wide, furry chest. “You leave your clothes here.” He looked at Tyler, waiting for the boy to comply. Rob knew he would.
Tyler blushed, then nodded his head. He looked around for a place to rest his drink, but Rob took it from his grasp. Tyler pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth body and hardening nipples. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he slid his shorts and underwear down and off his feet. Standing back up, he looked sheepishly at Rob, naked and increasingly aroused. He noticed the bulge in Rob’s jeans had begun to expand.
Rob offered Tyler’s drink back to him. “Another sip?”
Tyler took it and inhaled a gulp instead. “Thank you.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Rob placed the drinks on a nearby table. Turning back to Tyler, he brushed the boy’s hair with the back of his hand. “We are doing this because you want it, understand?”
Tyler nodded. A lump in his throat prevented him from speaking now.
“I won’t hurt you. Not really hurt you.” Rob rested his hand on the curve of Tyler’s neck. “I will stop whenever it becomes too much for you. Until then, I am going to open your eyes and your mind. I’m going to introduce you to something new. Something deeper. This only works if you are ready to receive it.” Rob’s eyes were locked on Tyler’s. The boy was nearly shaking now, but he didn’t dare look away. “Are you ready?”
Tyler’s throat seemed to have gone completely dry. He nodded.
“Say it.” Rob was serious now.
“I’m ready… Sir.” Tyler’s own dick jumped in response to his words.
“Good boy. Turn around.” Rob’s tone was firm but calm. As always, he was comfortable in his power.
Tyler slowly turned to face away from Rob. The man held himself back from grabbing a handful of the boy’s perfect bubble butt. Instead, he retrieved a set of cuffs from a hook just inside the basement door. He secured the boy’s wrists together in them and spun him back around so they were facing each other.
Tyler was clearly nervous. Rob could see the boy’s heartbeat through his chest. He knew Tyler was unaccustomed to giving up control like this. He ran the back of his curled knuckles from the middle of the cuffed boy’s chest down to just above his throbbing dick.
“You’re ready. Trust me. I’ve got you.”
Tyler nodded again. He knew it was too late to doubt Rob. He stood naked and bound before the man. Whatever came next, he was determined to endure, not just for Rob, but for himself.
Rob maneuvered Tyler’s body to the top of the steps, and wrapped his hand around the back of the boy’s bare neck. Gently but firmly, Rob guided him toward the dimly lit room below.
Jason woke up early Monday morning to the feeling of hard plastic in his hand. He groaned from the ache in his dick. Tossing the sheets away from his body, he laid face up, staring at the ceiling, caressing the prison that kept him denied and humble. His frustration was overwhelming. The hungry muscle boy pulled his legs back, giving him access to his hole. He reached behind his balls and found it. It felt so good just to touch it. Grabbing some lube from his nightstand, Jason slicked himself up and pushed inside. His eyes rolled back and he groaned from the penetration. He slid deep, searching for that spot that made him feel so good. When his finger brushed against it, he felt an electric current at the tip of his useless dick. A sigh breathed through Jason’s lips, and he began to gently rub against the firm, sensitive area that had become his new source of sexual pleasure. Almost instantly, he felt a thick river of precum moving through his shrivelled little dick, and soon it was oozing from the shell of his cage and onto his swollen balls.
One finger turned into two, and Jason banged himself harder. He didn’t even notice his own whimpers and whines. He sounded like so many eager boys he’d used for his pleasure. Now he knew exactly how they felt. The old Jason could jerk off any time he wanted. He had a long list of guys he could call up for whatever specific means of sexual satisfaction he sought. Now, things weren’t so easy. He really needed a man to quench his thirst. His fingers were just a tease. What Jason needed was to be absolutely wrecked by cock. The more he pondered that dilemma, the harder he shoved his own fingers inside himself. By now, a flood of juice had bubbled out of him and made a mess of his balls, hand, and the bed.
As good as fucking himself felt, Jason couldn’t get his body over the edge. A part of him felt as if he could lie there all day, fingering himself. But he knew that would only make him more desperate. Eventually, he pulled out. His hole did feel a little better just from having been used and stretched a bit. Any attention was better than none.
Jason dragged himself from the bed and washed his hands. There was nothing to do but get an early workout in.
Tyler woke up with a jolt. For just a moment, he couldn’t see. Confusion pulled him further from his slumber. The room was dark and unfamiliar. Then, a dull ache all over his body brought him back to the present. He turned his head and recognized the mountain of a man lying next to him. Rob was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
Tyler silently assessed his current condition. He was naked. The location of his clothes now alluded him. A tenderness made itself known all over his back and ass. He remembered the cross now. Tied helpless and flogged for what felt like hours. Each heavy smack of the leather strips pushing his body forward under their weight. The impact felt like some previously hidden sensation between a sting and a punch. Rob developed a rhythm, and each hit became predictable. Predictable became expected. Then, as if being hypnotized, Tyler stopped simply expecting it, and began to long for each thud against his body. He pushed into it, over and over. Rob’s arm became one with the flogger, and he played out a beautiful melody on Tyler’s back. He drew out a sorrow from the boy’s body and filled the space where it used to live with a new freedom.
At first, Tyler was afraid. He didn’t want to be hurt. Then, he steadied himself, determined to endure. The pressure built inside. He could follow the pattern. For a while, every fifth strike landed on his exposed ass. Then it concentrated there before returning to his back. His head swayed to the tempo of the song played on his body by Rob’s expert arm. His mind emptied. This is all there was.
1, 2, 3, 4, strike! 1, 2, 3, 4, strike!
Tyler’s captor was his savior. The boy surrendered to the pain, and his muscles turned to mush under the heavy impact of Rob’s flogger. Tyler’s body signaled his acceptance. Rob held him there, allowing him to learn that space in his head. A space he could return to any time he needed. Every blow was precisely aimed, impeccably timed. Then, sensing Tyler was ready to be torn open, Rob increased the intensity, and his impact became less predictable. The pain built up. The flesh became discolored. Tyler’s breathing became increasingly erratic. A wall Tyler never knew existed suddenly seemed ill-equipped for the load it now bore. The helpless boy struggled to hold himself together. He wanted to prove himself. He needed to stay strong. Mostly, he was terrified of what would happen if he let go. But Rob wasn’t going to stop. That wall would crumble. Tyler would learn. Eventually, he broke. Sobbing, hanging limp in his restraints. Not begging for mercy, just letting go.
In that explosion of emotion, Rob’s arm rested. He draped the flogger around the back of Tyler’s neck and embraced him from behind. His bare chest pressed against the tender skin of the boy’s heaving body. An uncontrollable river of emotion poured out of Tyler from some dark place deep within. His body was stretched, broken, kept grounded only by the loving embrace of Rob’s muscular arms.
“You did so good, boy. That was wonderful. You did so good.”
Rob repeated himself over and over, never letting go. His words worked their way in, soothing Tyler’s raw gut. Slowly calming him. The boy eventually took control of his own breathing, focussing on slowing it all down.
One by one, Rob released the restraints. He never broke contact with Tyler’s body. Once the boy was unbound, the man kissed his forehead and pulled him in to press their bodies together again.
Tyler felt completely open and craving to be filled by Rob. His heart, his mind, his hole. They all needed the man’s training. He could never go back now. A new world had been thrust upon him, and the old one was cast aside. Tyler held tight to Rob. He wanted to express his gratitude, his new yearning, and his fears, but it was all too much to put into words. Somehow he knew Rob already understood. Rob knew exactly what was going on inside of Tyler, because he put every thought, every emotion there himself.
Rob stepped behind Tyler and firmly placed his hands against the boy’s sides. Helping him to stand, Rob guided the boy to a bed across the room. Tyler laid back, looking up at Rob. The man finished disrobbing. His cock was fully hard. He looked like a god standing over the bed.
Slowly, Rob descended over Tyler and scooped him effortlessly into his arms. Their hardness ground together, and their tongues swirled around each other. Tyler found himself desperate to take every bit of Rob he could get. All of his fears and hesitation had long ago melted away. All that remained was a yearning.
Rob rolled Tyler on his stomach. He began to gently press his soft lips against the burning welts criss-crossing Tyler’s back. Slowly, he worked his way down, taking extra care around the spots that felt more sensitive. He showered Tyler’s reddened bubbled ass with wet kisses and then pushed his face between the abused mounds and found the boy’s puckered hole.
Tyler whimpered loudly and arched his back, pushing his ass higher as more of an offering than an invitation. Rob’s powerful tongue and gentle grip kept the boy writhing. Tyler needed Rob inside him. The hunger quickly increased until he broke his silence.
“Please. I need you in me. Fuck me, Rob. Fuck me… Daddy.”
The final vestiges of Tyler’s arrogance fell away. Once a confident top, the boy now offered himself in humbled desire. He suddenly had no idea who he was. Rob had ripped every marker of his identity from him, and now Tyler relied on the man to replace it all with something new and more fitting.
Rob obliged. Turning Tyler onto his back, he gently spread and lifted the boy’s legs. The man rose to his knees and pressed his throbbing manhood against the quivering hole. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Tyler’s.
“I’m so proud of you, little man. You really impressed me.”
Tyler looked up in awe at the man who was on the verge of forever claiming him. His own cock began to pulse with the thought of making Rob proud. A tear broke free and slid down the side of his face. “Thank you. For everything.”
Rob wiped away the salty line of water with a stroke of his thumb. “Just remember. I got you.” He pressed forward and entered Tyler.
This time, the boy’s body openly accepted him. Tyler gasped in shock and pleasure. Wrapping his arms and legs around the beast of a body, he tried to draw Rob further inside. He needed all of him.
Rob held steady, smiling down at Tyler. “Patience, boy. You’ll get it. But this is mine to claim. And I intend to do it right.”
Tyler groaned in lust and nodded. Still holding on tight, he felt the man slowly fall into him. His hole was stretched tight, but so willingly accepted the magnificent cock piercing him. He kissed Rob as the man filled him more, inch by inch.
Soon, all of Rob was in Tyler. Their bodies were pressed firmly together. Tyler held on as if letting go would cause him to fall to earth from a cloud high in the heavens.
Rob began to move back and forth, in and out. Tyler couldn’t believe the sensations. He never knew it could feel this good. He whimpered and wailed as Rob picked up the pace. The man held back from roughing Tyler’s hole up. Tonight was for discovering, not tearing down. He massaged Tyler’s insides with his cock, and the boy responded by holding himself wide open to receive it all.
This went on for a while, Rob gently thrusting, and Tyler accepting. Rob began to grunt, and his strokes became more erratic. He cradled Tyler’s head in his hand. Finally, he pushed deep and pulled the boy’s head into his chest. A low groan escaped Rob’s mouth, and he unloaded shot after shot of his seed inside.
Rob remained in place, catching his breath. Finally, he held onto Tyler and rolled them over so that the boy was on top, still impaled on the giant cock. Tyler laid his head down and let the full weight of his body rest on Rob’s. He smiled a blissful smile. His heavy eyes closed, and soon he was asleep.
That’s the last thing Tyler remembered before waking up in this room. It must be Rob’s bedroom. The man had carried him all the way here from the basement in his sleep. Now, aching but exhilarated, Tyler pulled himself up and stood on his wobbly legs.
“Where do you think you’re going, little man?”
Tyler was startled by Rob’s voice. He thought the man was still asleep. When the boy turned around he saw Rob naked from the waist up, arm stretching out in a welcoming gesture to return to bed.
“Nowhere.” Tyler smiled and sank back into the sheets.
Rob cast the blanket from his body, revealing his naked form and semi-hard cock. He pulled Tyler into an embrace, his manhood nestling in that now familiar crevice between the boy’s tender cheeks. Kissing the top of Tyler’s shoulder and stroking his hair, The man soothed his new broken beast, while reminding him of his new status.
“We both have to go soon. I just wanted a few more minutes with you.” Rob pulled Tyler in tighter. “You endured a lot last night. I want you to know I would never do that unless I intend to follow through. Do you understand?”
Tyler’s heart began to beat faster. Rob was addressing things directly now. He did understand. He just wasn’t sure if he was ready. Right now, he was confused and a bit frightened. His compass was broken. “Yes, I think so.”
Rob gave Tyler’s shoulder another kiss. “I know things feel upside down right now. This is what I want you to do. Go have your day. Do what you need to do. Don’t get distracted with this. When you feel yourself fixating on it, remember what I said. I got you.” He paused, allowing his instructions to sink in. “Do you trust that?”
Tyler nodded, tears welling back up in his eyes. He was in a fragile state. “Yes… Sir. I trust you.” Once he was able to push the words out he realized with relief they were true. He felt his body relax. Rob felt it too.
“Good. That’s what you focus on. If you have that, the rest will work itself out.” Rob wasn’t going to let Tyler leave in a panic. “If you weren’t ready, you wouldn’t be here.” He continued to stroke the boy’s hair. “When your day is over, come back to me.”
Tyler felt a surge of excitement. Rob really wanted him. He wanted to spend more time with him. This truly wasn’t another meaningless conquest, like Tyler shared with the man so many times. This was something different. Deeper.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” Rob flexed his now erect cock against Tyler’s ass.
Tyler smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
Rob released his hold on the boy. “You’re special to me. I’m gonna take care of you. And right now, you’re gonna take care of me.”
Tyler’s own dick began to throb. He pulled himself free of Rob’s arms and maneuvered his body down the bed, glancing up at the man’s face. “Thank you, Sir.” He inhaled the enormous cock and began to bob his head up and down. Tyler’s dick was pressed into the bed and against the side of Rob’s leg. His hips began to thrust in time with his sucking, humping himself along the length of the fur-covered muscle. A need he’d never known now burned inside him. Tyler had to satisfy Rob, not because the man demanded it, but to satiate his own intense hunger. He was barely aware of his own thrusts and moans, focused solely on worshiping the monster pulsing in his throat.
Rob rested his hands behind his head, enjoying the eager service he was receiving. “That’s it boy. God, you’re so good at that.” He spurred Tyler on. Soon enough, his own hips were humping in time with the cocksucker’s motions.
Every fear, every hesitation melted away in Tyler’s mind as he fell deeper into pleasing Rob. There was a freedom in it. He had one goal. He was laser-focused on achieving it. As Rob’s moaning became louder and his thrusting became more intense, Tyler increased his pace, taking as much of the cock inside his mouth as he could fit. The sweet and salty taste of Rob’s precum washed over his senses, pushing the boy forward. Soon, the man’s body stiffened. He gripped the sides of Tyler’s head, holding him in place. Rob groaned and fucked rope ofter rope of his cum into Tyler’s throat. His breathing was quick, but his body remained in control. As he finished, he pulled back, letting the remaining juice emptying from his balls to coat Tyler’s tongue. A reward for a job well done.
Rob released his hold on Tyler and relaxed. Instead of pulling away, the boy held the cock inside his throat, feeling it slowly deflate. Then, he carefully tongued it clean of spit and cum, before releasing it. Tyler looked up at Rob with a new glow on his face.
“Thank you, Sir.” There was a desperate sincerity to Tyler’s words.
Rob pulled the boy up to hold him again, giving his lips a light kiss. “You did good, boy.” He was truly even more impressed than his words indicated. “Now, go get your day started so you can come back to me.”
Tyler’s mouth curled into a big grin. “Yes, Sir!” He pulled himself up.
“Your clothes are on that chair.” Rob gestured to a corner of the room.
The boy saw a neatly folded stack on the seat of the chair. He picked up his shirt and hesitated. Underneath was a pair of plain white briefs. He didn’t question Rob about the new underwear. He pulled his shirt on and blushed as he picked up the briefs. With his back turned to the bed, he slipped into them. They were a good fit, but he felt like such a boy in them. They were nothing like the sexy designer underwear he was accustomed to. Turning back to Rob, Tyler sought approval. “Do they look OK?”
Rob was already smiling. “Perfect fit. I knew you’d look good in them.”
Tyler grinned sheepishly and looked down at his feet. He felt Rob’s eyes studying his body from head to toe. The boy had no reason to doubt the beauty of his physique, but he’d never felt so on display before. Tyler was accustomed to having his body worshipped. This was something very different. Finally, he pulled up his shorts and finished getting dressed. His untouched dick felt hard in his new underwear.
Rob rose from the bed and crossed the room. He hugged his naked body against Tyler. “I’ll see you this afternoon, boy.”
Tyler drove directly to the gym, hoping to clear his head. As soon as he entered the parking lot he spotted Jason’s Mercedes. His heart dropped. Tyler wasn’t ready to face that just yet. He was considering skipping the gym as he drove by the car, until he noticed a person was in the passenger seat. On further inspection, Tyler could tell the vehicle was rocking slightly. He smiled to himself. That slut was giving Frank head again!
Tyler drove around to a side parking area, away from the other cars. Grabbing his gym bag, he quickly made his way inside.
While Tyler was getting his workout started, Jason was deep-throating Frank’s enormous cock. His hunger was now insatiable. A yearning inside Jason drove him to greedily worship the thick monster in his throat. As much as he longed to feel Frank filling his hole again, gagging himself on the man brought a certain sense of satisfaction itself.
Frank allowed the cocksucker to do his work. The muscle boy was so eager he was pleasing the man without any assistance. It didn’t take long for Frank to begin leaking his sweet nectar onto Jason’s tongue. The boy relished not only the taste, but the feeling of accomplishment. He was doing a good job for the man, and that was utterly fulfilling.
After some time, Frank began to feel his orgasm approaching. Just as he was about to blow, he grabbed the hair on the back of Jason’s head and took charge of the action. Fucking the cocksucker’s head violently on his inflated prick, he grunted and began shooting directly down the throat wrapped around it.
Jason gagged loudly, slime pouring out of him onto Frank’s lap. He wanted to taste the load, but he was happy the man felt so comfortable using him like this to get what he needed. Suddenly, Frank yanked Jason’s head from his cock. The boy was confused. Surely, the older stud wasn’t finished. When splashes of cum began to paint his face, Jason realized Frank just wanted to mark him. He kept his mouth open, savoring the few drops that landed on his tongue.
Finally, Frank was finished. He released his grip on Jason’s hair and relaxed back into the seat. Looking over as he caught his breath, he smiled. “You look so good like that, boy.”
Jason smiled back. He knew he must look a mess. He could feel the warm load slowly sliding down his face. “Thank you.” The gratitude was effortless now. This is who he was. He reached up to scoop some from his face, intent on eating as much as he could.
Frank grabbed Jason’s arm. “Don’t.” He glared commandingly at the boy. “You can clean it when you get to work. Wear it until then.”
Jason was shocked and embarrassed by the thought, but he didn’t dare disobey. He nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Frank winked. “Good boy.” He grabbed some tissue from the glove compartment and wiped the excess throat slime from his crotch before tossing the wadded paper onto the floor of the car and stuffing his oversized cock into his pants. Frank opened the door and stepped out. Leaning down and looking back inside at Jason, he offered parting words. “Look at yourself, Jason. You really are such a whore. It suits you.” Frank was laughing as he closed the door.
Jason pulled the sun visor down and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Fresh cum coated much of his face. He couldn’t argue with Frank’s assessment. He looked used and marked as a slut. His puffy red lips curled slightly into a smile. He loved everything about this.
The week seemed to drag on for Jason. Every day he reached out to Tyler, and every time the twink shrugged him off. The locked boy felt tested. Was this more training? Was he to learn patience? A deeper level of humbleness? Jason felt something coming on the horizon. Maybe he was reaching a new breaking point. He was excited to become the even better boy that lied on the other side of whatever this was. He no longer craved freedom for his idle dick. Now, he lived to serve real cock. Something still built inside him with each passing day. His balls were swollen. A pressure radiated from deep inside him. This was a dizzying level of horniness, and it shockingly had nothing to do with his caged little nub.
On Thursday, after receiving another rejection from Tyler and a belly full of Frank’s cum, Jason got a text from Rob.
Dont forget saturday. 8PM my place.
Jason smiled. The pair hadn’t hung out in far too long. Maybe spending time with a friend is exactly what he needed to keep his mind off of Tyler. For just a moment, he flirted with the idea of confessing everything to Rob. Despite the friendly rivalry they shared, Jason needed someone to talk to about all of this. He shook the thought from his mind. If Rob knew, everything would change. Not just between the two of them, but surely with their mutual friends as well. Jason would have to keep things to himself a bit longer. He’d know when the time was right.
See you then!
The week ended much like it began. Jason was ever more desperate for a sense of release, and each day pushed him further into a submissive attitude about his situation. Tyler was busy. His needs came first. Jason’s cravings were not a priority, and he accepted that. In that acceptance, Jason found a comfort with his status. A good boy did not demand or beg. He received whatever reward his man offered, whenever that man saw fit to offer it. Jason was being good by not being a bother. He was convinced he was proving himself in a new way to Tyler. Any day now, this would all become clearer.
When Saturday finally arrived, Jason was nearly vibrating from his cravings. He’d sucked Frank’s cock four times throughout the week, but no one had been free to fill his hole. He was eager for Rob’s company. It would be a welcome distraction from his unmet needs. Jason showered, pushed himself into a fresh jock, and dressed in a tee shirt and jeans.
On his way out the door, Jason found an advertisement hanging from the knob. The words Nico’s Grand Opening were splashed across the middle. So, that’s why the Italian sausage hadn’t been available lately. Jason was shocked and impressed the young guy was turning his family’s cafe into his own concept. He had really underestimated Nico since the first time he laid eyes on the boy.
On his way to Rob’s, Jason received a text.
Come around back. Working on something in the basement
Jason shrugged. Of course Rob was also handy. What couldn’t the guy do? Leaving his car in the driveway, Jason walked around behind the house and down a flight of steps. He gripped the basement door handle and tested it. The door was unlocked. He stepped inside the dimly lit space. He appeared to be in some sort of workshop. The vague outline of various tables and tools were scattered around the room, and the walls were lined with shelves. At the far end, light entered through a slightly open door. More curious, were the sounds Jason heard beyond it.
Something was clanging. Maybe chains banging together? Then there was the moaning. Someone was really enjoying themselves. But it was the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh that alerted Jason to what Rob must have meant when he said he was working on something.
Jason approached the door and peeked through the opening. Off to the right, he could see the unmistakable shape of Rob’s naked body. In front of his friend was a sling, hanging from the basement ceiling. In that sling was another body. From his current position, Jason could only make out the legs that were waving with every thrust from Rob’s body. They were attached by their ankles to the chains holding the sling in the air. As Jason slid quietly into the room, he saw the boy’s wrists were attached exactly the same way. This poor, helpless twink was being brutally assaulted by Rob’s enormous cock, but every whimper filling the room indicated the kid was loving every inch of it.
Jason crept further into the room, and Rob turned his head. The man was sweating. He’d clearly been working on the boy for some time already. He winked at Jason and then let go of the chain in his left hand. Rob put a finger to his mouth, indicating Jason should remain quiet. Jason grinned a devilish smile and inched closer for a better look at Rob’s victim.
The naked form in the sling was very athletic and completely smooth. His muscles were all flexed, but they were useless to him now. His dick was locked tight in a cage quite similar to the one holding Jason, but he embarrassingly noted that it was one size larger than his own. A thick leather collar was locked on the slut’s neck. A pair of white briefs filled his mouth, and a blindfold covered his eyes. The boy had no idea anyone else was in the room. Jason moved in for a closer look in the darkness and gasped.
Tyler whimpered and wailed around the gag like a wounded animal. Though his wrists were already restrained, he gripped the chains above as if holding on for his life. There was no doubt he was enjoying every bit of his situation. The helplessness, the control, the sensory deprivation. But most of all, Tyler couldn’t get enough of Rob’s cock inside him. The man had fucked him every night of the past week. The boy couldn’t even remember the last time he came. Was it with that last slut he shared with Rob? It didn’t matter now.
On Thursday, Rob had introduced the cage. Tyler whined. He wasn’t ready to lose his cock. He hadn’t even told Jason about everything. He didn’t know how. It was all so humiliating, if not thrilling. Now, the next time he saw his boy, they’d be in the same situation. Rob was insistent, and in Tyler’s heightened state of sexual arousal, he didn't put up much of a fight.
Now, he laid here, over forty-eight hours after being locked, already longing for Rob to fuck the cum out of him like some desperate whore. His used hole was stretched wide around the man’s cock. In the darkness, unable to touch or to speak, everything felt more intense. His useless dick ached against its prison. Now he knew how Jason must feel. He’d brushed the guy off all week. By now, Tyler knew he must be livid. As soon as he woke up tomorrow he would go see Jason. He owed that to him. He had no intention of revealing his whereabouts this week or his new status, but he needed to give the boy his freedom.
Jason’s whole world crumbled in an instant. The sight of the man who had conquered him now relishing in his own undoing was too much to bear. Jason staggered backward a couple steps, before turning and making his way toward the door. Tears filled his eyes. Rage? Sorrow? Fear? Maybe it was all three. How could this happen? How could he have so completely given himself to a man who would allow himself to be taken in return? What did all this even mean? He wanted to attack Rob. He wanted to free Tyler from his chains and carry him out of there. He wanted to forgive him for a moment of weakness and swear to be a better boy. He wanted to do anything to get Tyler back on track. If his man was no more, then what did that make of Jason? He leaned on the doorway, feeling himself at the verge of collapse. The cool night air kissed his face.
Suddenly, a hand gripped his shoulder. “Jason. Wait. It’s OK.”
Jason turned to face Rob. The naked man stood before him, sweating, throbbing, his chest rising and falling from exertion. “Why?”
Rob opened his mouth to explain.
“No! How could you do this to me? To him?” The dam broke, and tears poured from Jason’s eyes. He lunged forward and pushed against Rob’s chest in a fit of rage.
Jason stepped back and steadied himself, grabbing Jason’s wrists. He forced the boy into an embrace. “I know. It’s OK.”
At first, Jason struggled to free himself, but his body felt heavy and weak. Finally, he went limp, accepting it. “What am I supposed to do? I don’t know what to do!” He was shaking.
Rob’s mouth pressed to Jason’s ear. “It’s OK, boy. You don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.”
Jason had heard those words before. Did they even mean anything now? He sobbed in Rob’s arms, hanging on him for support.
“He saw your need. He saw who you were. But he can’t be who you need him to be. Only I can do that.” Rob’s voice was calm but commanding. “You know he wasn’t always kind. He can be cruel.” Jason hated how right Rob was. “He’s still a boy, Jason. He has so much to learn. So do you. Let me help you both.”
Jason pulled his head back to look into Rob’s eyes. He studied them. Was his friend sincere?
“I’m your friend. We trust each other. Now, I can be so much more than that. We can.” Rob was direct. “You never would have allowed this to happen. Your pride was in the way. But your need for it was so much that even he saw it.”
Jason knew every word was truth. The utter humiliation of being exposed to Rob like this was beginning to melt into an understanding between them. They stared at each other in the open doorway. For Jason, on one side lay uncertainty and pain. There was the place he could never return to, and the longing for a new life unfulfilled. On the other side was a way forward. Acceptance, surrender. A continued path, if still unclear. “I’m scared.”
Rob gripped Jason’s body tighter. “I know you are, Jason. But you don’t have to be.” The man allowed him to tremble uncontrollably in his arms. “I will never let anyone hurt you. That’s why I took over when I did. You deserve so much more than you know.”
Jason’s breathing hitched. No one had said anything like that to him in a long time. The past weeks pushed him to a place of humbleness, but not satisfaction. Every feeling was a denied need. Every thought, a humiliating tumble further into servitude.
“What you know is just the beginning. You’ve been broken. Let me build you back. Let me show you what can be.” Rob promised a life Tyler never considered offering. A life Jason never knew could exist for him.
Jason pulled back again and looked into Rob’s eyes. A calmness began to wash over him. He saw the strength and the support he didn’t know he needed until this moment. Now, he wondered how he accepted life without it. His voice shook. “Please. Can you help me?”
Rob pulled Jason’s head into his chest. “Of course I can, boy.” He felt the wetness of Jason’s tears on his skin. His heart nearly stopped beating. The poor boy was a wreck. He’d been beaten down so far, he didn’t even recognize the fall. “You are my best friend. You always will be. Let me do this for you. Let’s be together the way we should be. Taking care of each other, learning from each other, loving each other.”
Jason nodded his head against Rob’s chest. “OK.” He could barely squeeze a word out. Rob saw him. The real him. He’d seen it for a long time. Long before Jason knew it himself. Now, he stood before his friend, broken and desperate, and he knew Rob would not let him fall.
Rob led Jason back into the basement. Tyler laid silent in the sling, patiently awaiting the return of Rob’s cock. His body glistened in the dim light with sweat. Every part of him was spread open and exposed. Jason already saw him so very differently than before. An equal. Both lost at sea, first reaching for each other, before being rescued by the man who now held them both. If there ever was a true alpha, it must be Rob. Jason found himself now grateful to be humbled in the man’s presence.
Rob approached Tyler’s head. Leaning down to the bound boy’s ear, he whispered something. Jason saw Tyler nod, then freeze, then nod again.
Rob returned to Jason. “Let’s make things right.”
Jason nodded.
“Place your clothes there, boy.” Rob’s tone changed only slightly with the command.
Shaking, Jason walked to a row of vintage lockers lining the wall. He opened one and found it empty inside. Slowly, he began to disrobe. Placing his belongings in the locker, Jason finally slipped out of his jock, tossed it in, and turned back to reveal himself to Rob.
The man took his time looking Jason over, making sure the boy felt his authoritative gaze. “You’re so beautiful.”
Rob reached down and gently grasped Jason’s locked dick and swollen balls in his hand. The boy whimpered from his touch and from the embarrassment of it all.
“I don’t think you need this anymore.” Rob’s words were shocking. The lock had kept Jason’s mind focused. His denial was his freedom. It was the thing that kept him in place. Or so he thought. “You already know what you need to do. It’s what you want now. I know I can trust you to do it.”
Rob left Jason standing in the middle of the room and retrieved Tyler’s keys from a shelf. Returning to Jason, he held the key to the lock up for the boy to see. Then, he inserted it into the cage and turned it. Jason felt the click. His heart raced. He was excited, but also scared. Was he ready? Rob gently tugged at the device and pulled it apart and away from Jason’s body. The boy sighed, feeling the pressure against his dick finally end. Rob lovingly handled Jason’s swollen balls, freeing them, one by one, from the ring that held the cage in place.
Jason stood unencumbered and completely naked before Rob. His dick began to rise, taking advantage of its new freedom. “Thank you… Sir.”
A few feet away, Tyler flinched and cocked his head to the side, as if he wasn’t sure of what his ears just captured. Rob led Jason to the sling and placed the unlocked cage on Tyler’s body. They could see now that it was indeed one size smaller than the one encasing Tyler’s once proud dick. Jason smiled to himself. He was bigger now. Not that it mattered.
Rob positioned Jason between Tyler’s legs. Jason’s throbbing dick slid between Tyler’s leg and the hard plastic of his cage. Tyler moaned, no doubt assuming he was feeling Rob’s cock against his body. Instead, Rob was rubbing lube into Jason’s hungry hole and pressing his cock against it.
“I’ve wanted this for years. I waited. I needed you to want it too.” Rob was whispering in Jason’s ear. “Is this what you want now, boy?”
Jason was pushing his ass back against Rob’s engorged cock. “Yes, Sir! I want it! Please fuck me! I want to be your boy.”
Tyler’s body went rigid. He knew the voice. Just as his heart leapt in recognition of it, Rob leaned forward and pulled the blindfold away from the bound slut’s eyes.
“Then it’s all yours, my boy.” With those words, Rob pushed himself inside Jason’s eager hole.
Thank you so much for reading! This story has been a journey for me in ways I didn’t expect. I am so grateful for the comments and the emails I have received. Some were encouraging, and some critical, but all were helpful. I’ve made new connections, and would especially like to thank stimle for his ideas and support throughout my writing and my own personal journey. Though this story is ending, I have many more ideas, and I plan to share them soon. Please keep an eye out for new adventures!
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