Previously:
Before Jason could turn and thank Tyler for breeding him so completely, he witnessed himself call out his earlier orgasm and then scream his signature animal howl. He watched his restrained body buck on the mystery cock, and he remembered filling Steve’s jock with his cum. Then, the young stud thrust hard in him and dumped his own load. Jason also remembered fondly the feeling of being injected with the man’s cum, thinking it was Tyler. With the cock still fully lodged inside him, the camera slowly panned up the magnificent young body and finally revealed the face of the man who had just pumped Jason full. Nico.
The sweet, cheerful young man behind the counter at The Big Pickle had fucked the cum out of him this morning, leaving his own load inside Jason. Then, he greeted him soon after at lunch, as if nothing happened.
Tyler’s thick cock suddenly blocked Jason’s view of Nico’s very satisfied face, and then thrust itself deep in the muscle slut’s throat. “Clean me up, boy. I’m hungry.”
The bitter, salty taste of Tyler’s engorged cock filled Jason’s mouth as he obediently sucked it clean of cum and his own ass. He struggled to focus on the job at hand due to the humiliating realization that he’d been fucked by the cashier from the cafe downstairs earlier in the day. Nico was a nice kid, but he was a young, skinny guy. No one Jason would have considered sexually before. But that cock. It seemed impossible that something so magnificent could be attached to a little guy like Nico. Jason thought of the young man’s sweet, innocent face. His friendly demeanor belied a brutal beast.
As Jason’s perception of Nico evolved, so did his understanding of his own relationship to men. No longer was he a slayer of twinks or a cocky alpha beast. Naked, on his knees, throat full of cock, his own swimming in his spent orgasm, Jason had to accept that something had changed permanently. This was more than a moment of weakness or a satisfying of a curiosity. Tyler had broken Jason wide open and revealed a part of him that had been buried for a long time. As he hungrily licked around the shaft of his new alpha, Jason began to admit to himself that this new craving felt too good and too right to ignore. He couldn’t put the genie back in the bottle. Maybe, when the dust settled, Jason would find himself more versatile. Maybe he would be different when he was on top. One thing was certain. He couldn’t take back what he’d done so far, and he couldn’t erase how it forever changed the way three men saw him. Or how he saw himself.
Tyler pulled himself from Jason’s worshiping mouth. “OK, that’s enough, boy. You can suck it more later. Damn, you’re just so hungry for it.”
Jason blushed at the realization he’d been greedily nursing Tyler’s cock while recalling the various ways he’d been defiled by three different men in a very short time. This only served to reinforce his new status in his own mind. How could he possibly consider himself an alpha man ever again? Even if all of this ended right now, he’d been forever changed. He suddenly felt so lost. Maybe he didn’t know who he was at all. How could Tyler have so easily tamed him? How could the young stud be so certain of how things would develop between them? Jason had built a reputation on a foundation that had now completely crumbled beneath him.
Recognizing the bewilderment on Jason’s face, Tyler smiled down in satisfaction. “I’ve got you, boy.” He lifted Jason’s gaze with a finger under the broken man’s chin. “You needed this. Now you crave it. You can’t go back, but I can bring you forward. Don’t be ashamed. You’re finally on the right track.”
Jason was overcome. Tyler’s calm, commanding presence was reassuring, as he towered over his new puppy. “Thank you.” Jason could barely speak. Of the many emotions swirling in his head, gratitude seemed to be the only one that mattered now. He felt adrift, and Tyler was his only lifeline. There were so many questions, so many things he wanted to express.
Tyler ran a soothing hand through Jason’s hair. “You’re welcome boy.” His touch had a calming effect. The muscle boy’s breathing slowed. “You’ve grown a lot in a short time. Don’t overthink it. I know that look. I’ve got you.”
A fading voice in Jason’s head clung to fear and old ways. He could still end this. But then what? Whatever waited for him on the other side of this seemed unbearable without Tyler’s guidance, and the path back to where he came from seemed an impossible, ill-fitted journey. He wasn’t that anymore, but he wasn’t sure what he was now. Through tear-soaked eyes, he looked up at Tyer. “Please just help me.”
Tyler’s cock flinched with the arousal of power and control. There was nearly nothing left of Jason’s former pride. He would make the perfect muscle boy. The young stud scooped his pup up to a standing position. Wrapping a firm hand around the back of Jason’s neck, Tyler looked up into his eyes and reassured him. “What did I say, boy? I’ve got you.”
Jason nodded. A thin wall held back a flood of emotions. He wouldn’t dare to speak. The broken man knew his only option was to place his trust in Tyler. His body relaxed a bit.
“Now, wipe your face, and strip off that soaked jock. You’re a mess. I need some food. Let’s get moving.” Tyler was commanding but cheerful.
Jason did as instructed. Peeling the jock from his body, he was left naked and dripping from both ends. Tyler stared blankly at him. The muscle boy retrieved the jockstrap from the floor and used it to wipe his crotch, ass, and legs the best he could. He was broken and exposed. His hole felt open and loaded full. He longed for a shower. But that would have to wait.
“What are you waiting for?! Get those clothes on, and let’s get out of here!” Tyler was pulling his own clothes on as he hurried his boy along.
Quickly, Jason dressed in his gym shorts and tee. He felt vulnerable without the extra cover of underwear, and his ample dick made a well-defined outline under the thin material. Once the men were dressed, Tyler headed for the door.
“Where do you want to go for food?” Jason was dreading the answer.
“You know where.”
Wanting desperately to argue, Jason opened his mouth. Quickly though, he realized there was nothing he could say that seemed appropriate. He resigned himself to his fate and followed Tyler to the elevator.
Entering The Big Pickle, Jason immediately saw the person he hoped wouldn’t be behind the counter. His anxiousness rose, but so did his dick. Without much to hold it back, the shaft pressed his shorts away from his body. Jason breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.
Tyler spoke first. “Hey, Nico! Having a good day?”
Nico beamed with excitement when he saw the men together. “Hey, Tyler! Oh, yeah. It’s been a fantastic day!” Glancing at Jason, he acknowledged the man. “And hello again, Jason.” The smile on his face was even more ominous than it was earlier in the day. He clearly assumed Jason had learned the truth about their encounter by now.
Jason took a longer look at Nico. He’d seen the boy countless times. They’d always exchanged pleasantries, but Jason never thought much of him beyond his being the kid behind the counter that took his order. He didn’t know anything about Nico. How old could the kid possibly be? Sure, he had a pretty face, but he seemed so young. He was a bit short and slender, with darker features matching those of the older couple scurrying around in the back. Jason guessed those were his parents and Nico was fated to work in the restaurant until he was out on his own.
Then, Jason remembered Nico’s thick, uncut cock. He would never have believed it belonged to the thin boy smirking at him now. Jason had bucked and begged for it. He’d thanked it for unloading deep in his hole. Now, he stood here, facing the owner of that magnificent monster, and he was at a loss for words.
Jason felt a sharp nudge from Tyler’s elbow, and then noticed his glare. He quickly turned to look at Nico. “Oh, hey, Nico. Nice to see you too.” He could feel his face burning red with embarrassment.
Tyler’s eyes darkened a bit. “And?”
Jason looked past the throbbing outline of his barely confined dick to his feet. “And… thank you.”
Nico could barely contain himself. “For what, Jason?”
The broken beast wanted to sprint for the exit, but his legs felt as if they were encased in cement. Still looking down, he squeaked out a reply. “For earlier… you know… umm… thanks for what you did.” Jason felt as if he was dying inside. His body was completely uncooperative. If he turned away from the counter now, he’d be showing off a massive erection in his shorts to everyone at the cafe.
“Oh, that!” Nico nodded. “No problem! It seemed lie you needed it really bad! I can help out anytime!”
Jason looked back up at him, suddenly realizing he might be seeing a lot more of Nico’s cock in the future. His humiliation surrounding the situation was overshadowed by his excitement. “Thanks.” Jason’s sheepish reply made both Tyler and Nico laugh out loud.
Tyler ordered food while Jason remained lost in his conflicting thoughts of lust and shame. The stud looked down at Jason’s crotch. “We better take that to go. The boy is gonna cause a scene if we stay here.”
Nico craned his neck over the counter and smiled. “Still? He’s a needy one, huh?”
Jason was mortified by the way the men looked at him and discussed his situation. He was thankful he’d at least be spared being put on a more public display. When the food was ready, Jason quickly grabbed it, using it as a shield. The men said their goodbyes and made their way to the elevator.
Once inside the relative safety of the condo, Jason reached into the bag to pull out the food. On top he found a slip of paper. Nico had given Jason his phone number. He tucked it in his pocket. He looked up quickly at Tyler. “You know I don’t even have your phone number.”
“You never asked for it.”
It was true. In all the chaos, Jason had never made any attempt to obtain Tyler’s contact information. “Oh, right. Sorry. Can I have it now?”
Tyler scooped his food from the counter and walked to the couch in the living room area. “I don’t know. Will you even use it?”
Jason was stunned. Hurt in a way. He quickly made his way to Tyler. “Of course I will!” Then he realized this was a moment to humble himself and make his intentions clear. Fighting the urge to drop to his knees, Jason took a deep breath. “Tyler, I need you.”
Tyler looked up at Jason, waiting for the fumbling man to gather his thoughts.
“This is more than a little fun for you, right? I mean, you’ve got me turned upside down.” Not getting an immediate response from Tyler, the desperate man stopped holding back. He dropped to his knees and looked into the stud’s eyes. “I want to be yours. I mean, however you’ll have me. I don’t know what I’m doing or where this is going, but I don’t want it to stop. I’ll give up everything I was. I’ll try my best.” He paused, before officially making his request. “Please let me be your boy.”
Tyler remained calm. “Is that what you really want? I’m not interested in playing out some fantasy with you for a week before you go back to whatever this was.” He swirled his hand around, lightly mocking Jason’s former persona.
“Yes! It’s everything I want! This is serious for me, Tyler.” Jason was hooked. His urgency was overwhelming. “Just tell me what you want. I’ll do it. You’ve broken me. Please don’t leave me like this. I need you.”
Tyler sat back. “If you’re going to be my boy you have a lot of catching up to do. I don’t have time for temper tantrums or backtracking.”
“I know. I understand.” Jason was anxious. He was pleading his case for submission now. A far cry from the man he was a day ago. “I know I’m gonna fuck up, but I promise I’ll do my best. Please take me on. You’re in charge. Please Tyler, I need you.”
Tyler noted the third repeated request in as many minutes. “If I do this, I own you completely. This is about my needs and you fulfilling them. You’ll get what you need, but on my terms, and on my time. You don’t question me, and you don’t question my methods. You fuck up, and I’ll make sure you don’t do it again. Is that clear?”
Jason was thrilled. The threat of punishment and of a future unknown seemed trivial in comparison to his immediate desires. “Yes, Sir! Very clear! Thank you! You won’t regret this.” His eyes looked brighter now than Tyler could remember seeing them.
“Fuck. you are eager. I’ll give you that. And not bad to look at.” Tyler’s compliments made Jason blush. “But you have a long way to go, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” A humbled Jason contained his excitement in deference to Tyler’s serious tone.
“And now you’ve got me hard again.” Both men looked at the enormous bulge in Tyler’s shorts. “Come here. Ride me.”
Jason jumped up and shed his clothes in a frenzy, briefly noticing the wet spot he’d made in the back of his shorts from losing some of Tyler’s previous load. Grabbing his man’s shorts and underwear, he pulled them away aggressively and spit on his hand. He quickly stroked the monster he so deeply desired, before straddling Tyler and squatting over him, while looking gleefully into his eyes. The cock pushed in easily this time. The openness of Jason’s used hole combined with his deep craving. The muscle boy cooed as the shaft spread him wide and filled him again. This felt right.
In wild lust, Jason began to bounce and grind on Tyler’s lap. He couldn’t get enough of the man’s cock inside him. It was a yearning beyond anything he’d ever known. “Thank you! Oh, god, yes.”
Tyler remained almost motionless, but in total control. He watched his muscle slut fuck himself on his cock and smiled at his accomplishment. This was the easiest he’d ever broken a so-called “alpha”, and certainly the most enjoyable. Jason was beautiful. His new eagerness, signified by his throbbing, leaking dick, bouncing off of Tyler’s abs, made the muscle boy all the more desirable. The young stud planned to keep this one for a long time.
Jason didn’t hold back. Grinding and bouncing, he worked Tyler’s massive tool like a seasoned slut. His natural instincts took over. He was no longer thinking. He was simply serving. Every part of him was focused on the single mission of pleasing Tyler’s cock. Jason slammed himself down on the lean stud. His thick, muscled legs flexed, and his ass swallowed the shaft whole. His moaning grew louder. Jason found the perfect angle. Tyler’s monster was beating up his sensitive prostate, and his own throbbing dick was flinging precum everywhere.
Tyler relaxed back and looked up at his new prize. The former alpha was doing all the work. Tyler was impressed with how well the hole was milking him. He wouldn’t last too long like this. Allowing Jason to fuck himself was a gift to the boy, but it felt amazing for the twink top too. He began to grunt in time with Jason’s moans.
“Thank you, Tyler! You feel so good inside me!” Jason felt his orgasm rising. He fucked himself down on the giant cock even harder now. He was shaking as he bounced. “Oh, god!”
Suddenly, Tyler stiffened and began to fuck up into Jason. He yelled out, grabbing onto Jason’s back, pulling himself up close to the man. The muscle slut felt the cock inside him expand, and he knew Tyler was filling him with another load. They held onto each other, and Jason concentrated on quickly finding his own release. But it didn’t come soon enough.
Tyler fell back, catching his breath. “Stop!”
Jason froze. Impaled on Tyler and looking down at his new alpha, his hole continued to grip and release, drawing every last drop of cum from the stud.
“Fuck! Your hole is greedy!” Tyler’s body bucked as his sensitive manhood was worked. “OK! Get off!” He laughed as he demanded relief from his post-cum torture.
With a disappointed groan, Jason pried himself off of the thick monster and backed away. On wobbly legs, he stood waiting for his next order. Cum slid freely from his hole and down the inside of his thighs. I drop of his own slowly descended from the tip of his untouched dick, finally breaking free due to the violent throbbing, and landing on his foot. A whimper escaped his lips. He wanted to cum so badly.
Tyler shook his head and laughed. “OK, boy. Clean me up. I need to get going.”
Jason dropped to his knees and lovingly sucked Tyler’s cock clean.
Tyler pushed him away and peeled himself from the couch. He began to dress as he looked down on his new boy. “You did good today.”
Jason was overcome with a sense of pride. “Thank you!”
“No touching yourself. I’ll talk to you soon. Got it?”
Jason nodded his head vigorously. “Yes, Sir!
Tyler chuckled again, as he rubbed the top of the eager boy’s head. He grabbed the remainder of his food and left.
Jason was left kneeling, dripping cum from his gaped hole, and throbbing with desire for his man. It felt awful. But somehow it felt so good. The frustration and the humiliation were taking on a different tone for him now. Those new feelings were now reinforcing his understanding of his new status, and as scary as that was, it just seemed right. He stared at the door for a while, feeling lost and sad that Tyler left so abruptly. He already missed the man and he could still feel him inside his body.
Slowly, Jason stood on wobbly legs. He was overcome with exhaustion. He grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping himself in it, and collapsed on the couch.
Stirring from his sleep, Jason woke to find himself still on his couch. He sat up. The first thing he noticed was how well-rested he was. The second was that his ass was still soaked with loads of cum that had partially slipped out of his body and into the blanket. Before he could even assess what time it was, his dick grew hard with memories of how he came to be in this situation. He reached for it and then remembered his instructions. With a moan, he pulled back, leaving himself helplessly throbbing. Shuffling to the kitchen, still partially draped in his soiled blanket, Jason started his morning coffee and picked up his phone. He picked up his phone and saw he had a message from an unknown number.
You have a package at your door.
Jason was a bit confused. Wrapping himself tighter, he opened the front door and saw a small box at his feet. Bringing it inside, he tore into it to discover five jockstraps of various colors, and a white thong. So, this was to be his new underwear. Jason held a dark blue jock up to look it over. He shook his head. At least he looked good in them. Turning his attention back to his phone, Jason replied to the text.
Thank you. Tyler?
He stared at the phone, willing it to provide an answer. Finally resting it on the counter, he let the blanket slip from his shoulders and stepped into the jock. He squeezed his throbbing dick into the thin material, being careful not to touch it more than he needed to. Jason made his way to the large bedroom mirror to get a look at himself. He still appeared to be the same muscle stud he always was. His thick meat was straining against the jock, tho and made him feel desperate to touch it. Trying to shift his focus, he spun around and looked back at his ass in the mirror. It looked extra fuckable in the jockstrap. Bending over, he spread his cheeks and looked between his legs at the cum-soaked boy hole Tyler had given him. As hard as it was to believe it was his own hole he was looking at, the deep craving for more of Tyler’s cock made the reality sink in.
Jason walked back to the kitchen to retrieve his phone. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a text message was waiting for him.
Which color did you try first?
Jason blushed. Tyler knew him too well already. In an effort to show his appreciation for the gifts, Jason returned to the mirror and snapped a picture of himself posing in the dark blue jockstrap. He felt so dirty sending it over. Looking down at himself, he saw a wet spot already appearing at the tip of his trapped dick. He rolled his eyes and moaned. Jason wasn’t used to denying himself pleasure. This was proving to be difficult.
Shedding the jock and tossing it on the bed, Jason headed to clean up in the shower. He stepped right back into it and tucked his thick, neglected dick inside as soon as he was finished. He felt controlled and submissive in it somehow, and that made him ache with desire for more. He picked up his phone and saw Tyler had replied to his text.
Good boy.
Jason felt pride in pleasing Tyler. He stared at his phone, realizing that his joy was quickly turning to anticipation. He hoped Tyler would say more. He tried not to overthink it.
Thank you, Sir.
Jason’s dick was now stretching the fabric of his brand new jockstrap. He threw his phone on the bed and got dressed for the gym. Looking in the mirror, he saw his excitement was fairly obvious, but hoped he could contain himself long enough to get a workout in.
Scooping up his phone, Jason found himself a bit frustrated by the lack of response from Tyler. He was craving attention, but his new man wasn’t obliging. Taking a deep breath, Jason decided to refocus his thoughts. His dick softened, and he felt more comfortable leaving his house for the gym.
Jason poured all his pent up energy into his workout. His thoughts kept drifting to Tyler. The paces the young stud put him through so far were confusingly arousing, but the fantasies that began to play out in Jason’s head were even wilder. He found himself constantly having to refocus, at times unsure if his excitement was showing in his shorts. He was training his mind as much as he was training his body. Eventually, he was able to keep his head in the game, and power through.
Drenched in sweat and riding high from a good pump, Jason made his way to the locker room. As he began to strip down, he became hyperaware of the other men in the room. He wasn’t used to wearing a jock, and he felt a bit timid showing it off. He knew he’d have to get past that quickly, as this was going to be his new normal. Taking a deep breath, Jason dropped his shorts and as casually as possible slipped out of the jockstrap as well. He was embarrassed to see his dick flop out semi-hard. He turned to quickly make his way to the shower, in the hope that no one noticed his arousal, but bumped directly into Frank, the older man who seemed to keep a similar gym schedule.
Jason grunted as his naked body lightly crashed into Frank. Stepping back, the exposed man timidly apologized, thankful the older man wasn’t naked as well.
“Oh! Sorry, Frank. I didn’t see you.”
Jason was blushing, and not making eye contact. His first concern was how uncooperative his dick was, but he became horrified when he realized it had left a tiny wet bead of precum on Frank’s black gym shorts when it made contact. He gasped, quickly looking up at Frank, hoping the man didn’t notice.
“Still no relief, huh Jason? You really need to let me help you out.” Frank’s words were accompanied by a hungry smile. The man was obviously serious about his offer to take care of Jason’s aching dick. He reached down and swiped his thumb across the small wet spot on the leg of his shorts. Without breaking eye contact, Frank lifted his hand to his face and wiped his wet thumb across his tongue. He closed his eyes and smiled, eliciting a satisfying moan, as if he’d just had a taste of his favorite dessert.
Jason was frozen in place. His body was just inches from Frank’s. He couldn’t believe how bold the man was. His dick seemed to enjoy the show, however. It was growing steadily harder. “Thanks, Frank. Maybe I’ll find the time today to take care of it myself.” He felt so stupid, but wasn’t sure how else to respond. He needed to break free and plunge into a cold shower immediately.
Frank chuckled at Jason’s discomfort. “OK, buddy. Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be around.” He mercifully stepped aside and allowed Jason a quick departure.
The aroused man nearly sprinted to the nearest available shower and stood under the cold water, facing the wall. He willed himself to relax and go soft, once again settling for more of a quick rinse than a full cleaning. His goal was to get out of the gym with his dignity intact. He became frustrated with himself and his lack of control. As Jason pondered his situation, he began to feel resentment toward Tyler. This was all the cruel twink’s fault. He’d gotten in Jason’s head, twisted it up, and left him aching for release. Jason felt neglected and foolish. If he wanted to get a load off, he shouldn’t be afraid to do it.
With a new sense of purpose, Jason wrapped his towel around his waist and headed back to the lockers. Frank was nearby, sitting on the bench and lacing up his shoes. He was a handsome guy. Very well-built. His salt and pepper hair gave him a distinguished look, and his face, though aged, wasn’t worn. Jason made his decision. Dropping his towel, he took his time finding his clothes.
“Hey, Frank. I think you’re right. I could use your help.” Jason felt a surge of adrenaline as his old alpha self began to stir inside.
Frank looked at Jason’s expanding dick and then up at his face. “You don’t have any time to spare, buddy. How about we talk about it in your car.”
Jason picked up the pace. With a smile, he quickly slid back into his sweaty jockstrap. “Sounds good to me!”
Frank’s eyes lit up when he saw Jason’s choice of underwear. “Nice jock! I haven’t noticed you wearing that before!”
Jason channeled his mixed emotions into his current sexual mission. “Thanks. It’s sweaty. Hope you won’t mind.” He winked at the older man and pulled on the rest of his clothes.
The men quickly made their way out to the parking lot. Jason covered his crotch with his gym bag as they walked. His dick ached in his jock. Arriving at his car, Jason wasted no time. As soon as the doors closed he pulled his dick free from his shorts. Frank’s face lit up. He finally got a good look at the thick rod standing at full mast.
“Damn!” Frank was hungry for it. He hunched over the center console and devoured the monster.
Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he relaxed into the seat. “Fuck.” His dick hadn’t gotten the attention it was accustomed to over the last few days, and the warm mouth felt amazing. Frank was an expert. The suction made Jason’s whole body tense.
Frank was in heaven. He’d had his eye on Jason for quite some time, and finally getting a chance to taste him was a thrill, especially in the gym parking lot. He was working his tongue up and down the underside of the shaft as he bobbed almost balls deep on it. Jason was already throbbing and leaking in his mouth.
Jason hardly had time to get into the rhythm of the blow job before he felt his balls drawing up tight. His eyes went wide with the realization he was about to cum after less than a minute of Frank’s skillful sucking. He reached down and put his hands on both sides of the cock sucker’s face to pry him away. “Oh, fuck! Wait!”
But Frank held firm on Jason’s quivering meat, the suction created in his mouth keeping him clinging to his prize. It took only two more bobs before Jason yelped and began to unload. Frank hungrily guzzled down every drop erupting from the steel hard dick. Jason bucked wildly, grunting like a wild animal as his balls emptied into the older man’s mouth. Frank continued sucking after the orgasm subsided, and the sensations on Jason’s sensitive monster made him shudder and whimper. “No no no. Oh, fuck. Wait!” Finally he managed to grab Frank by the hair and pull him free.
As Frank sat up and wiped his mouth with a smile, Jason began to catch his breath. “Fuck. I’ve never cum that fast.” He was a bit embarrassed to shoot so quickly. He’d been looking forward to a nice, long servicing of his dick.
“No worries, buddy. You taste amazing. Let me know when you need some more help.” With that, Frank opened the door and got out of the car, leaving Jason collecting his thoughts with his semi-hard dick hanging out of his shorts.
Frustratingly, it only took a minute for Jason’s post-orgasm high to come crashing down into guilt and concern with thoughts of Tyler. He decided not to mention anything about the incident. He probably shouldn’t have done it, but Tyler wasn’t giving him much choice. If they were to move forward, Tyler would simply have to step up his communication. Jason wouldn’t allow himself to be some puppy dog always running after the twink. That was too humiliating.
Jason pulled out of the parking lot and pointed his car in the direction of his condo. All he wanted to do was get home and relax now. But as he stepped off the elevator, he was shocked to see Tyler standing at his door. He stopped in his tracks, immediately feeling terrible for what he’d just done.
“Oh! Hey! I wasn’t expecting you.”
A hint of Tyler’s now familiar evil grin appeared on his face. “I know, boy. Are you inviting me in or not?” He looked almost impatient, but so sexy in his standard gym shorts, cropped tee, and a backpack.
Jason fumbled with his keys as he quickly approached his door. “Of course!” The instantaneous change from satisfied alpha to bumbling bottom boy was enough to give him whiplash. He couldn’t get a grip on his emotions.
After entering the apartment, Tyler wasted no time. He dropped his pack and motioned at Jason’s crotch. “OK. Let’s see it.”
The muscle boy began to quickly shed his clothes. He found himself afraid of how Tyler might react if he found out about his indiscretion, and all he wanted now was to prove he was still worthy. Stripping down to his jock, he stood at attention in front of Tyler.
The young stud looked his boy over, slowly walking around him to get the full picture. “Oh, yeah. This is how you’re meant to be dressed. Did you see your ass in this?” Tyler knew the answer. A vain muscle boy like Jason would certainly have looked at every inch of himself in his new underwear. The question was meant as a compliment, and to remind his bottom what assets he brought to the relationship.
Jason blushed. “Yes, Sir. I guess it does look pretty good.” He smiled sheepishly, appreciating the compliment. He’d always been proud of his muscular ass, but having it acknowledged by Tyler was special.
Standing behind Jason, Tyler reached up and gripped the back of the thick, muscled neck. “I don’t know. Let’s get you a better look.” He led Jason into his bedroom and planted him in front of his full-length mirror. “You see how it shows off every muscle, but it keeps your dick out of the way? Now turn around.”
Jason let Tyler’s words sink in. The guy was right. He filled out the jockstrap quite nicely, but his body was truly on display. He turned and looked back at himself, slightly arching his back to enhance his ass. Jason smiled at himself. That was an ass he could fuck.
As if reading his mind, Tyler laughed. “Yeah. Very fuckable, right?”
Jason blushed again. And looked away. “I guess it does look pretty good.”
Tyler gave Jason’s right ass cheek a good slap and then gripped it in his hand. He looked up into the boy’s eyes. “Trust me. It’s very fuckable.”
A grunt slipped from Jason’s lips from the impact of Tyler’s hand. He felt so sexy. Despite his risky fun in the gym parking lot, his dick began to expand at the thought of his stud pounding another load into him. “Thank you, Sir.” He wanted it.
Tyler gripped Jason’s neck again and pulled him down into a kiss. The moment their lips locked, the boy melted. Tyler really wanted him, but more than that, Jason could feel Tyler wanting more than just his hole. They kissed for a few minutes, until both men were throbbing.
“Look what you did, boy.” Tyler pointed to the bulge in his tiny shorts.
Jason stared at it longingly. “I’m sorry, Sir. Can I take care of it for you?” He was barely able to contain a goofy smile.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?”
Jason stopped breathing for a moment. There was no way Tyler could know what he did with Frank today, but he somehow felt like the man could see right through him. He was afraid to answer, for fear of perjuring himself. “I don’t know. I guess that’s up to you.” He felt like such a bitch when he heard the words fall out of his mouth.
Tyler pulled on the back of Jason’s neck, drawing his boy in close to his face. “You really are a natural. I can’t believe no one else claimed you until now.”
Jason’s eyes went into full puppy dog mode. Restraining a whimper, he looked into his stud’s face and felt himself fall another notch. All he wanted was to be Tyler’s good boy. It no longer mattered that the man didn’t at all see an alpha when he looked at Jason. In fact, the way Tyler never acknowledged who Jason was before made the boy feel even more submissive. There was one alpha in this room, and Jason was staring down at him.
Jason felt Tyler pull more aggressively on his neck and he allowed his knees to buckle as he sank to the floor. He was so close to that magnificent cock now. Jason looked up, submissive and pleading.
“Go ahead, boy.”
That’s all the signal Jason needed. Like a wild animal, he tore Tyler’s shorts and underwear down to his ankles and devoured the semi-hard monster that sprang forth, almost slapping against his face. Concentrating on using his tongue to lovingly caress the shaft, the boy moaned in gratitude as he slid as deep as he could on Tyler’s manhood. The young stud watched triumphantly as his muscled cock sucker worshiped him. Jason’s hands first gripped His man’s lean, toned thighs, and then began to explore the length of the smooth legs standing before him. He was lost in devotion, and Tyler’s cock responded to the dedication.
“Good boy. You suck better when you don’t hold back.”
Jason moaned in response. He felt pride in hearing his adoration acknowledged. This pushed him further. He began to gag on Tyler’s cock as he took it deeper and deeper. He wanted all of it. Jason wanted to please his man with every bit of himself.
Tyler was very impressed. He soon wanted more. Grabbing Jason by the hair, he pried his cock sucker from his monster. “On the bed. On your back.”
Jason, gasping and gazing up at Tyler with tear-stained eyes, was throbbing in his jockstrap. “Yes, Sir!” He scrambled to get in position on the bed, spreading himself wide to offer himself to his man entirely.
Tyler was pleased. “Stay right there.” He left the room, only to return shortly with his backpack. The young stud rummaged through his bag and retrieved a familiar set of restraints. He tossed them onto Jason’s chest. “Put these on. You know how.”
Quietly, Jason buckled the leather restraints on his wrists. Memories of the powerful fuck he received from Nico, the cashier at the cafe downstairs, flashed in his mind. Jason’s dick was nearly ripping through the fabric of the jockstrap. The thick head had become trapped in the mesh material just beneath the waistband, and it now strained painfully against its prison. Once the restraints were secured, Jason splayed his arms out in total submission.
Tyler gripped Jason’s left wrist and fed a rope through the ring on the restraint. Wrapping the rope around the nearby bedpost, he pulled until his boy’s arm was extended fully. After securing a knot, Tyler casually walked around the bed to repeat the process with Jason’s right wrist. Jason was a picture of submissive perfection now. His muscles, straining and helpless, were pulled taught and fully on display. His throbbing dick was still encased in his jockstrap. Tyler licked his lips. He owned this. He could do anything he wanted to it. His own cock was standing proud now, ready to invade the broken beast.
Shedding his shirt, Tyler crawled onto the bed and used his knees to spread Jason’s legs wide. Dressed in only his sneakers, the young stud, lifted the heavy, muscled legs of his prey and rested them on his shoulders. He leaned forward, pushing Jason’s thighs back against his own body and spreading his ass to reveal his vulnerable hole.
“Have you been wanting this today? Be honest, boy.”
Jason looked up at his new owner, filled with excitement and anticipation. “Yes, Sir! All day! Thank you!” Jason felt the return of a deep craving inside his body that Tyler had created just days before. All other thoughts and worries left his mind. He was an eager receptacle for Tyler’s superior cock.
“You’ve been wanting it so bad you could barely wait.”
Jason’s eyes grew wide, but before he could even respond, he felt the engorged mushroom head of Tyler’s manhood press against his opening. He gasped, and then cried out as the spit-soaked cock punctured his hole. They locked eyes. Tyler didn’t wait for Jason to accept him. He continued his assault, sinking deeper, until he was fully inside. The pain was immense. So too was the quenching of Jason’s thirst to be taken by Tyler. His body flinched and uselessly twisted in an effort to lessen the agony of the merciless invasion. But pinned beneath Tyler’s lean body, Jason cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me! I need you!” Jason begged for more. His body was just a vessel to provide pleasure for Tyler’s cock. He felt his hole wrapped tightly around the monster, and pushed through the pain. All he wanted was to please his man and receive his cum as a reward. No trace of the former alpha seemed to remain.
Tyler needed no encouragement. He began to pump into the muscle boy, harder and harder. He grunted as his thrusts became more urgent and violent. Suddenly, he reached up and wrapped his hand around Jason’s throat. He squeezed it tight, nearly cutting off the helpless boy’s air. “This hole is mine. You are mine. Say it!”
Jason squealed out a frantic reply. “I’m yours! My hole is yours!”
Tyler released his grasp and then immediately clenched his hand around Jason’s throbbing, leaking cock, still encased in his jockstrap. “And this is mine! Don’t you dare forget it.”
“Yes, Sir! It’s all yours! I’m sorry, Sir! I won’t forget!” Jason was nearly in tears. From pain, from remorse, or maybe from a deep hunger. He could no longer tell the difference.
Tyler released Jason’s quivering dick and planted his hands on the bed on either side of them. He lifted himself up from his knees to form a plank from his feet to his head, with his giant cock still lodged firmly inside the muscle bitch. He began to drive the full force of his body downward into Jason.
It was nearly too much to bear, but Jason had no choice. His arms were spread helpless, his legs pinned by his deceivingly strong twink master. Jason cried out uncontrollably as Tyler’s thick shaft drove violently and endlessly into his tortured hole.
Sweat began to drip from Tyler’s body, mixing with Jason’s own perspiration as it rained down on him. The room was filled with grunts and howls, until suddenly, Tyler slammed downward and yellow out. His body remained perfectly rigid, his pelvis grinding harshly against Jason’s meaty ass. Tyler pumped wad after wad of thick cum deep into Jason’s bowels.
“Thank you, Sir! Thank you!” Jason’s mind was flooded with adoration as his abused hole was filled with Tyler’s seed.
They remained locked together, heaving and sweating. Finally, Tyler rested back on his knees, and pulled himself free of Jason. The boy’s now gaping hole released a thick glob of cum before squeezing shut to preserve the rest. Tyler stood at the foot of the bed, looking down on his tamed beast. Muscles pumped, covered in sweat and hair, Jason looked like a conquered animal. His arms were spread wide and his face was a mixture of submission and contentment.
“Damn, boy. You look so good like this.” Tyler retrieved his shirt from the bedroom floor and tossed it at Jason, covering his face.
The helpless boy lay motionless, in darkness. He focused on steadying his breathing. He’d forgotten about his own dick as the lingering feeling of Tyler’s powerful cock still pulsed inside his sore hole.
“I have something for you. After today, it’s exactly what you deserve.” Tyler rustled through his backpack and then climbed back on the bed between Jason’s legs.
Jason smiled as he felt Tyler pull his dick free from the jockstrap and quickly apply some lube. He couldn’t believe the kindness his man was about to extend to him, as he prepared to be stroked. But before he could even become erect, Jason felt his dick and balls being rather roughly manipulated. He began to shake his head around in an effort to remove Tyler’s shirt from his face. He grunted from the confusing squeezing and pinching. Then, he heard a click, and Tyler backed away.
Tyler lifted his shirt from Jason’s face and light flooded back into his eyes.
“You can’t control yourself as instructed, so I'm taking that problem away from you.” Tyler’s voice was far more stern now.
Jason raised his head, trying desperately to see what Tyler had done to him. As he did, Tyler released his restraints and placed them back in his bag. Sitting up, Jason looked down at his crotch. To his horror, he saw a tiny plastic cage encasing his soft dick.
“What did you do?!” Jason was in shock.
“Like I said. I took care of your problem. I told you that I own your dick, and you agreed. But then you went and got a blow job in the parking lot? Boy, that’s pathetic. It’s desperate. You won’t be doing that anymore. You’ll be better.” Tyler was dressing as he explained the situation. He threw his bag over one shoulder and turned to leave. “It’s for your own good.”
Jason called after him as he walked out of the bedroom. “Tyler! You can’t do this!” He jumped from the bed, hurrying after the young man. “Wait! Please! I can’t wear this thing!”
Tyler turned back to look at him from the front door. “Yet here you are, wearing it. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be to live with. Don’t test me Jason. There will always be consequences.” With that, Tyler left Jason standing naked, locked, and helpless in his condo.
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