Previously:
Before Jason could say more, he heard the door close again. He was left to his thoughts. The ruined man relaxed his head on the floor. His broken pride and his helplessness seemed trivial in comparison to the sense of joy and longing he now felt for the man who had subjugated him. Jason was startled by a hand gripping him by the hair and pulling his body upright. Sunlight pouring through his windows blinded him momentarily as his blindfold was removed. Steve’s face came into focus. Had he been here the whole time? How humiliating. Jason’s neighbor stepped out of view as he moved around behind to uncuff the broken bottom.
Shyly, Jason questioned him. “Is Tyler coming back?”
Steve didn’t answer as he dropped the restraints in his bag and made his way to the door. Opening it, he looked back at Jason with a wicked smile. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him today.” The door closed behind Steve, leaving Jason alone on his knees in horrified silence.
Jason was stunned. His gaped hole continued to drip cum. But who’s cum? He knew something felt different about the cock that had just wrecked him, but it never occurred to him that it wasn’t Tyler. It also never occurred to him that his neighbor, Steve, would just sit there and watch him be pounded by a total stranger. Was it a stranger? It could be anyone.
As Jason knelt on his own living room floor, various scenarios swirled around in his head. He’d just given himself enthusiastically to someone. He’d begged for it. He’d thanked the man for his cock and his cum. He’d been an absolute slut. He had to find out who it was. His reputation could be ruined. Jason couldn’t allow himself to be some free use cum dump. That was something only a truly depraved freak would accept. Looking down at himself, he was disgusted by his throbbing erection. Even this level of shame seemed to make his body react in a way he wasn’t ready for.
Rubbing his wrists as he stood, Jason tried to pull himself together. He needed a shower, and he needed answers. Picking up his phone, he called Steve. As the phone rang, Jason made his way to the bathroom. The feeling of cum slowly creeping down the inside of his thighs made him feel more used than he even thought possible.
“Hey, boy! What’s up?” Steve sounded so self-assured, almost as if he was holding back a laugh.
“Don’t ‘boy’ me, Steve! This is fucked up! Who was that? Tell me right now!” Jason was shaking with rage. He turned on the shower and peeled the jock from his body, using it to wipe as much of his own cum from himself as he could. Still half-hard, he was so ashamed of how much he’d unloaded hands-free from getting bred full by some stranger’s giant cock.
“Watch your tone with me, boy.” Steve sounded calm but commanding. “You need to think about your attitude. Don’t call me until you know how to speak to me.”
“What? Steve?” Jason pulled the phone from his ear to look at it. His neighbor had already ended the call. The broken man stood in his bathroom, naked, used, phone clenched in his dangling hand. He placed the phone on the counter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he began to wonder how it got to this point so quickly. Then he remembered Tyler’s words.
“The way you’ve treated other guys, the way you’ve treated Steve, is just unacceptable behavior. You need to be taught to be better. You need to be humbled”
Jason was certainly humbled now. This must be all Tyler’s doing. His plan to humiliate Jason. But he knew Tyler was right when he said those words, and he began to think about why Steve might be so eager to assist in his destruction.
Steve had always been nice to Jason. Not just as an eager cocksucker, but as a neighbor, and even a friend. Steve worked hard. He truly did try with his wife. He was a good looking guy. Funny, smart. But he’d always shown deference to Jason, even when he was taken advantage of. And Jason had to admit, he took advantage of Steve a lot. He’d fed the guy more cum than he could remember. He never thanked Steve, or complemented him. He just got what he wanted and kicked the guy out. But Steve always came back for more. He never complained. Now that Jason was being taken down a peg or two, he understood. He felt a yearning for Tyler’s cock the same way Steve must feel about his. All he wanted was to feel Tyler inside him again. He’d allowed himself to be used in so many ways already in that effort.
That’s when Jason began to truly face who he was now. He was Steve. A clumsier, more reluctant version, but still, they were the same. He owed The man a thousand apologies. He owed him respect. Jason began to see himself through the eyes of others, and he knew in that moment that he must be better.
Jason continued to contemplate all that he was and all that he should be as he showered the stranger from his body. Almost unconsciously he slid a finger inside himself. Feeling around his cum-drenched hole, he explored. The soft sensitive tissue of his chute seemed to embrace any attention it received now. He was developing a craving inside himself. His horniness was beginning to originate from deep inside his hole at least as much as it did from his dick. It was a different kind of craving though. More desperate, more vulnerable. He’d always felt in control with his dick. He could pound out some needy bottom or just lie back and jerk off any time he wanted. Now, things were shifting. He wasn’t in a place to make demands. He needed to restrain himself. He needed to earn what he craved. And didn’t Tyler deserve that?
His eyes went wide as he realized he was getting not only what he deserved, but what Tyler deserved. This was bigger than himself. Tyler was magnificent. He was entitled to be served by a good boy. If Jason was to have the pleasure of Tyler’s attention and his cock, he would have to work hard to be better than he was before. He owed Tyler that, at the very least. And now he was overcome with a desire to prove he could do it. This was his new purpose.
Jason hardly recognized his own moaning, but it pulled him from his thoughts. He found himself fucking his greedy hole with his finger while he thought of Tyler. His dick was throbbing and leaking, as if it hadn’t just blasted a heavy load in the jockstrap lying on the bathroom floor. Slowly, he withdrew and returned to cleaning himself.
With a sense of renewed energy, Jason toweled off and dressed. Rummaging through his underwear, he found an old jock. That just seemed right. He slipped into it and admired himself in the mirror. What was the point of having such a great ass, if he wasn’t showing it off anyway? He laughed at himself, and how he was changing so quickly. Throwing on a pair of gym shorts, he grabbed his phone and took it to the living room. Settling into his couch, he called his neighbor again.
“Yeah?” Steve was understandably short with him.
“Hey. I want to apologize.”
“OK. For what, though?”
Jason took a deep breath. “For earlier, first of all. I shouldn’t have been like that. But also, for a lot of things. I’m realizing I haven’t been nice to you the ways I should have. You’ve always been a good guy, and I’ve been pretty awful. I don’t deserve forgiveness for a lot of what I’ve said and done. All I can do is tell you I’m gonna be better. I’m really sorry, man.” Jason was surprised by the weight already beginning to lift from his shoulders. After a pause, he was worried Steve had hung up on him again. “Steve? You there?”
“Yeah. I’m here. I’m just processing. You’re right. You’ve been awful to me. You know a simple phone call isn’t going to make that all just disappear, right?”
Jason was a little shaken. He was hoping his apology would be well-received. He hadn’t considered the fact that Steve might not let him off the hook so easily. Hearing his neighbor’s response made the hurt he’d caused the man to become more real to him now. “I know, Steve. I’m not expecting you to forgive and forget. I guess I’m just saying that if you still want to hang around, I want to show you I can be better. It’s completely up to you.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I? Besides, watching you get a bit of what’s coming to you has been really fun for me. And it turns out you’ve been holding out on me. You’ve got some pretty great holes. I’d say you owe me more than a few blow jobs, wouldn’t you?”
Jason’s whole body was flush with embarrassment. He never imagined being talked to this way by Steve. But he knew the man was right. “Yeah, more than a few. I can’t deny that.”
“I bet you’re hard right now after admitting that aren’t you, boy? You’re such a fucking freak.”
Jason looked down. A noticeable bulge was indeed pushing against the front of his shorts. The familiar ache of his hard dick trapped in his underwear caused the man to emit a moan.
Jason was pulled back to reality by the sound of Steve’s laughter in his ear. “Damn. I can’t believe I ever looked up to you so much. You’re such a bitch.”
The broken man took the insult in silence. He knew better than to argue. Sitting there shirtless and hard in his jock made Jason feel frustrated, but he knew he was on the right path. Finally, he replied. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Damn.” Steve was a bit stunned by Jason’s easy admission. “Well, now that we got that out of the way, wasn’t there something you were trying to ask me before, boy?”
Jason felt meek asking about it now, but he really needed to know. “Yes. Could you please tell me who fucked me earlier? I’m just worried. Like, was it someone I know? I’m not mad. I swear. Just, please tell me.”
Steve smiled to himself. Tyler was right. Jason was getting a severe attitude adjustment, and he liked what he heard. “Why don’t you take me to lunch downstairs? I know you must be hungry after all that begging you did for cock. I’ll see you in five minutes.” Steve ended the call again, and Jason was left feeling more helpless than ever.
The broken man darted to his closet to throw on a tee shirt and step into a pair of slip-on shoes. Grabbing his wallet and keys, Jason nervously left his condo and went downstairs to meet his empowered neighbor at The Big Pickle.
When he walked in the door, Jason saw Steve was already at the counter. He quickly rushed over. “Hey!”
Steve turned casually to look at Jason. “Oh, hey. I went ahead and ordered for us. I was just telling Nico it was your treat.”
Jason didn’t question Steve. He simply pulled his card out of his wallet.
“Hey, Jason. How’s it going? You doing OK today?” Nico was watching Jason fumble with his credit card with a look of concern, and something else. Almost amusement.
Jason glanced at the boy behind the counter. “Oh, hey, Nico. Yeah, I’m good. How are you today?” He just wanted to get his food and settle into a table so he could get to the bottom of the day’s events.
“I’m great! You can go ahead and tap your card.”
Jason was definitely out of sorts. His hand was shaking as he produced his card to pay for lunch. He wasn’t really making eye contact with anyone.
After a short wait, a sandwich and salad appeared on the counter and Steve grabbed the food without a word and made his way to a table. Jason followed obediently and sat across from him. Steve pushed the salad toward Jason. “I got you the salad you like.” Jason looked at the food, remembering Tyler ordering the same thing and then switching meals with him the day before. Just like before, Jason didn’t object.
“Oh, thanks Steve.”
The smirk on Steve’s face revealed he knew exactly what he was doing, but Jason brushed it off. He sat in silence, hoping his neighbor would break the ice.
“Go ahead, Jason. Eat up!” Steve was in a cheerful mood, and seemed in no hurry to discuss what Jason was dying to know. They ate in silence. Jason continued to be nervous and fidgety, and Steve was entertained by his neighbor’s uncharacteristic uneasiness.
Finally, Steve pushed his empty plate to the side. Leaning across the table, he looked into Jason’s eyes. “You loved it though, right? I mean, I saw how you fucked back on it, and how you begged for it. Bro, you thanked him for pumping you full of his load.”
Jason suddenly became very aware of the most private parts of his body. He felt open. There was some soreness, yes. But there was also a pleasant feeling inside of him. It was as if something deep within him had been caressed and switched on for the first time. This realization instantly made his dick press painfully against the confines of his jockstrap. Jason dropped his eyes from Steve’s glare. “Yes, I guess I did.”
“You guess?” Steve began to laugh. “I was there. You were such an eager slut for it.”
Jason felt himself becoming overheated. His face was red with shame. He nodded, still not able to look at his neighbor. “Yeah, OK. I liked it. Come on, man. This is so humiliating.”
“You should be thanking me.” Jason saw a cocky grin on Steve’s face when he looked up, confused by his words. “That’s right, boy. If I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have been able to document it for you.” Steve reached for his phone.
“What?!” Jason was incensed. He looked around, realizing he’d raised his voice. Reserving himself to a whisper, the embarrassed man tried to maintain a calm demeanor. “Please tell me you didn’t record it. I can’t have that out there.”
“Oh, you’re a good boy now. I don’t think you have to worry about anything getting out. Besides, it’s what Tyler wanted. You want what Tyler wants, right boy?” Steve’s own dick was now completely erect in his shorts under the table. He was relishing the power he held over Jason, and how his helpless neighbor was crumbling before his eyes.
“Steve. Please. Don’t be like this, man. This is serious.” Jason was visibly shaking now. His anger had dissolved into utter distress. He was at a complete disadvantage. His guilt and need to atone for his past with Steve was now greatly intensified by the necessity to erase any evidence of his depravity. “You know what this could do to me.”
Steve was unmoved. He stared blankly at Jason, waiting for the helpless man to accept the situation.
The men stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity to Jason. He waited for a response. He needed reassurance, but Steve offered him nothing. Jason’s mind slowly turned from the various nightmare scenarios that could result from whatever his neighbor had captured with his phone to considering how he might fix the situation. His eyes dropped to the table between them again. In humiliating capitulation Jason implored Steve to allow him to retain some dignity. “Please, can you just keep this between us? I’ll do whatever you ask. Please, Steve.”
Steve was nearly bursting in his shorts now. “Im not a bad guy, Jason. Like I said, just keep being a good boy and everything will be fine. Besides, it’s really Tyler you should be talking to. I sent him everything.”
Jason hung his head in defeat. Tyler had planned all of this, and he knew the young man would use it to exert total control over his new muscle bottom. Jason didn’t know what Tyler had in store for him, but he imagined a difficult future. Looking back up at Steve, he pleaded his case to the only man available to him in the moment. “I… I don’t even have his number. I’m totally helpless here, man. What is he going to do to me? Can you help me?”
Steve felt a twinge of sympathy for the first time. He reached across the table and put his hand on top of Jason’s. “He’s not as bad as you think. Tyler is a great guy. He might be rough on you right now, but it’s for your own good. I saw how you were with him. You allowed yourself to get in this situation today because of your feelings for him. Stop trying to hold onto this old idea of who you are. You want this, Jason. I can see it. I know you can too. Just trust the process.”
Steve was right. His words were as cutting as they were reassuring. Jason needed a friend right now, and ironically, Steve was the closest he had to that in the moment. “Thanks, man. I guess you’re right. It’s just hard. You know me. This is all new.” He paused, considering whether or not to put his next thoughts into words. “I’m glad it’s you.”
Steve cocked his head to the side a bit. “What do you mean?”
“Tyler got in my head fast. He could have picked anybody to do what you’re doing. It could have been so much worse for me. I mean it, Steve. I’m glad he picked you. You really are a great guy. And besides, I owe you. I know that now.”
Steve was in awe of the transformation he was witnessing in Jason. “OK, look. I can’t show you who it was or anything. Tyler gave me strict instructions. He’s going to reach out to you. I don’t know if it helps at all, but I can show you this.” Steve turned his phone around for Jason to see himself on shocking display. He was naked on his knees, blindfolded, with his hands behind his back. His dick was rock hard in Steve’s jock with excitement. Most astonishing though was the enormous uncut cock just inches from his face. It was darker in tone and attached to what appeared to be a lean, smooth, younger body. Jason turned bright red with shame. A part of him had hoped it really was Tyler, and Steve was just messing with his head. Now, he knew for certain that it was someone else entirely. He’d gleefully given his body and his dignity to some mystery man, and Steve had witnessed the whole thing. Not only that, he’d documented it, and Jason had no way to destroy the evidence.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. I gotta tell you boy, it was hot as hell. He pounded you good..”
Sheepishly, Jason pressed further. “Can you at least tell me if it’s someone I know?” He felt a knot in his stomach, but that feeling took a backseat to the aching of his erection in his now soaking jockstrap.
“I can’t. All I can say is just trust Tyler. He’s young, but he’s really smart. He knows what he’s doing. And just enjoy it, bro. You can’t deny how much you loved being a used slut up there. I saw it. Embrace it.”
Jason had come downstairs to get answers. Instead, he was handed another heavy dose of shame and confusion. He truly had no choices here. He’d have to wait for Tyler’s call. He’d have to submit to whatever his young stud demanded of him. At least one neglected part of him seemed thrilled by the idea. Jason resigned himself to leaning into that part. It was the only way to battle the anxiety of his situation.
As Jason was convincing himself to change his perspective, Steve stood. “Well, thanks for lunch. I know you have a lot to think about. I’ll see you real soon.” He winked at Jason, then turned and left.
After a few moments, Jason pried himself from his seat and made his way to the elevator. Like a zombie, he returned to his condo. Settling into his couch, the defeated man stared at his phone. When would Tyler call? What would he have to say? Would Jason get the answers he was looking for, or just get pushed further into being a degraded slut for the young gym stud.?
Either from curiosity or a newfound sexual urge, Jason began to look at porn. Not just anything. He found himself searching for smaller, younger tops dominating older, muscled bottoms. Disappointingly, the results were sparse. Most videos featured skinny, almost underage boys posing as jocks who fucked their coaches in the locker room. Jason was craving something darker. Total domination. Complete surrender. He became increasingly frustrated. Then suddenly, there was a knock at his door.
Hoping Steve had a change of heart regarding the withheld information, Jason leapt from the couch and rushed to the door. When it swung open though, he stopped breathing. Standing in front of him now was the beautiful figure of his new controlling top.
“Tyler!” Jason almost shrieked the young stud’s name. He flexed his body to stand at attention.
Jason’s knee-jerk reaction was entertaining to Tyler. “At ease, boy.” He pushed past the man and strolled into the condo as if it was his own home. Dropping himself on Jason’s couch, he took over immediately. “I’ll take a vodka. Soda if you’ve got it.”
“Uh, OK.” Jason rushed to the small bar in his living room and urgently prepared a drink with unsteady hands. Handing it over to Tyler, he felt unreasonably tall, and he frantically searched for an appropriate place to lower his stature.
Tyler looked on approvingly. The boy was right on schedule. “Just sit in that chair over there.” His tone was that of annoyance, which made the fumbling muscle boy stumble over himself in an effort to comply as quickly as possible. He was completely out of sorts, and Tyler wasn’t going to allow that to change any time soon.
“I heard you did good today.” The confident stud took a sip of his drink and placed it on the side table. Then, casually staring at his phone, he corrected himself. “Well, actually, I saw you do good.”
Jason’s embarrassment was almost physical. “Th…. Thank you.” He immediately felt stupid for responding. His body sank further into the chair.
“Which part do you think was hotter? The way you begged for the dick, or the fact that you did it because you thought it was mine?”
Jason was mortified. He couldn’t imagine being more uncomfortable than he was right now. This cocky twink held all the power. Jason was defenseless. “I don’t know. I guess whichever part you think is hottest.” Again, Jason couldn’t believe the words coming from his own mouth. It wasn’t that they were untrue. In fact, it was the sharp honesty in what he said that made him feel so exposed.
Tyler nodded. “Not bad, boy. You really are coming along nicely.” He retrieved the TV remote from the coffee table and powered up the screen, casually browsing.
Jason was vibrating with anticipation. He was desperate to ask about the fucking he’d received earlier, but knew instinctively to let Tyler lead the conversation. The muscle boy was being teased and tested, and he was determined to endure. Jason sat quietly, waiting for Tyler’s next move.
“You’re curious, I know.” Tyler used the TV remote to aimlessly navigate the various streaming services on the large screen. “It sounds like you’re beginning to learn to be better. That’s a very good start, boy.”
Jason was hanging on Tyler’s every move. “Thank you… Sir.”
Tyler nodded, acknowledging the respect. “Do you think you earned this visit from me today?”
The muscle stud sat helpless and stunned. How was he supposed to answer that? A simple “yes” would certainly indicate an air of crude self-assuredness that was contrary to the very question. But saying “no” seemed defeatist, and Jason was certain that was a dishonest and unattractive quality. He paused to consider it. “That is your decision to make. I can tell you that I certainly tried. I learned a lot about myself today, and that was because of you. I don’t know what you think of me right now, but I want to thank you for helping me to see things differently… more realistically. As hard as it is for me.”
Tyler felt his cock begin to stir. Jason offered him the reply of a boy broken wide open and ready to be rebuilt better. The confident stud turned to look into Jason’s eyes. “Very good, boy. Sometimes I think you might not be as stupid as you look.”
An almost inaudible grunt escaped Jason’s lips, as if he’d been punched in the gut. He willed himself to remain silent, and his traitorous dick expanded again.
“I really think I can work with you.” Jason appreciated the praise, no matter how slight. “Stand up for me.”
Jason quickly rose to his feet, again feeling as if he was taking up too much space in the room.
Tyler looked his boy over, noting the bulge in his shorts. “Strip down. Let’s see you.”
Shyly, Jason pulled off his shirt, revealing his heaving muscular body, covered in fur. His nipples grew almost instantly hard from the rush of air and his growing desire. Grabbing the sides of his gym shorts, he tugged and let them fall to his feet. Jason had almost forgotten he dressed himself in a jockstrap earlier in a haze of sexual desire and submission. He stood revealing it to Tyler now, who was noticeably pleased.
Stilling himself, Tyler simply nodded. “Does that feel more appropriate to you now than your other underwear?” He stared at the throbbing outline of Jason’s dick, the head of which was just peaking out of the top of the strap near his right hip.
Jason nodded. “Yes Sir. Is it OK?”
A part of Tyler melted inside. This giant of a man stood nearly naked and aroused in front of him, practically begging for his approval. Tyler had tamed the beast. Jason was a mere puppy, wide-eyed, lost, and looking to his master for guidance. “Yes, boy. It’s quite OK. Let’s go ahead and make the switch permanent. Bring me all of your other underwear.”
Jason scurried off to his bedroom, as Tyler watched the rise and fall of each muscled ass cheek, framed by the jockstrap, carry his powerful legs away. The muscled puppy returned with an armful of underwear and dropped them on the coffee table in front of Tyler. The dominant twink used a single hand to rummage through the garments, finding nothing but a sea of monotone boxer briefs. He looked up at Jason, pointing at the bulging jockstrap. “Yes, this is much better. Your only one?”
Jason nodded submissively. “Yes Sir.”
“Well, then I guess you’ll be motivated to get some more as quickly as possible. Toss all of these.”
Jason’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. Gathering the undergarments back in his arms, he solemnly made his way to the kitchen and dropped them all in a heap into the trash. Pressing them down to fit inside, he then gathered the bag up and tied it closed. In a show of obedient compliance, Jason dropped the stuffed bag by the front door. His underwear was all but disposed of now. He returned to Tyler, who watched the whole scene approvingly.
Tyler stepped closer, looking up into the pleading eyes of his broken beast. “You have done good today, boy. Don’t forget what you’ve learned. You’ve earned this.” Without looking down, Tyler hooked his thumbs in the front of his tiny shorts and pulled them down, revealing his throbbing monster.
With a breathy “Thank you, Sir,” Jason dropped to his knees in front of his new top stud and devoured the superior cock.
Tyler stood, hands on hips, and allowed his puppy to worship him. The boy had earned this for sure. And he’d need to be lost in sexual delight for what came next.
After some time, Tyler grabbed Jason by the hair and pulled him free from his cock. They locked eyes. “Ass up, boy. I’m going to fuck you now.” It wasn’t presented as a gift or even a command. It was simply an expressed desire that both men knew Jason would satisfy for Tyler. It was his purpose.
Jason turned away from Tyler, bending over to support himself on his hands and knees. He arched his back as much as possible, trying desperately to offer his hole to his man and convey his intense yearning to be mounted.
Tyler too dropped to his knees and pushed his face between Jason’s muscled cheeks. He began to strip off his clothes while devouring Jason’s hole.
A shocked Jason began to moan and whimper from the soft caress of Tyler’s loving tongue. He was aching in his jockstrap more than ever, and his heart was full. He felt a softer, caring side of Tyler, and his opening expanded, welcoming his lover inside.
Tyler rose to his knees and pushed his cock to Jason’s hole. He leaned forward to get close to his boy’s ear. “You earned this.” Then he pushed inside.
Jason’s body was still inexperienced in receiving another man deep inside. Though his mind craved the pleasure of Tyler’s monster, he was still sore and unversed in the manipulation of his orifice to better accept and milk the young man. He uttered a quivering cry as the engorged head pushed through his ring. He held steady though, as the thick shaft snaked deeper and deeper inside. In just a few strokes, Jason’s body gave way and opened for Tyler’s assault.
For a while, Tyler held a steady, lazy rhythm. This served to build anticipation for Jason, which soon escalated into a mindless hunger. Eventually, Jason began to fuck himself back onto Tyler’s monster. Unable to wait for a harder, deeper pounding, his animalistic need took over, and he bucked wildly. “Fuck me!” It was a desperate plea. Jason had never needed anything more than Tyler’s cock in him at this moment. He could think or care about nothing else. Between yelps and moans, he breathed out a steady stream of “yes”, “please”, “fuck”, and calling Tyler’s name as if in reverence to a god.
Suddenly, Jason’s begging was joined by audio from the television in front of him. Focusing on the screen, he recognized himself from earlier today, naked, blinded, restrained on this same floor. The sound of his front door closing off camera was followed by the rustling of clothing being removed. The camera circled around Jason, revealing everything about his predicament, from his cuffed wrists to his trapped, throbbing dick in Steve’s jock.
Jason watched intently as he continued to fuck back on Tyler, who was now slowly beginning to match his aggression. His heart pounded in anticipation. His hole gripped and released, as if it had a mind of its own. A pair of bare, mostly smooth, tanned legs appeared in front of the TV Jason, who was obviously unaware but rapt with anticipation. The throbbing uncut cock from the picture Steve showed Jason earlier came into frame. It really was beautiful. Jason had never thought about a man’s dick in that way before, but now he saw it in a new light.
Tyler was now thrusting harder, slamming himself against Jason’s prostate. Jason cried out in ecstasy in return. Caught between the exhilaration of Tyler’s fuck and the mystery unfolding on his television, Jason was completely out of his mind. He watched the young, unidentified man step behind him and push his face to the floor. A long, slender but defined arm stretched into splayed fingers, holding Jason in position by his head. The camera moved close to Jason’s face, and it filled the screen. He winced, jerking forward, but still in frame. Then his mouth fell open in obvious pleasure and frustration.
“Look, you can fuck me! I don’t mind… honestly, I want it. Fuck. But just don’t keep me like this, OK?” The TV volume was high, and Jason’s pleas echoed off the walls of his condo.
The current Jason was appalled and humiliated by how pathetic the TV Jason sounded. He didn’t have long to consider it before he felt the slam of Tyler’s cock puncture him full-force.
A loud and defeated “Fuck” exploded from his mouth, bringing him back to his present situation. Tyler gripped his hair and held him steady so that he was forced to watch himself be taken. The brutal pounding continued as he whimpered with an ever higher pitch.
On screen, the camera panned down Jason’s muscled, bent body and closed in on the slender finger now hammering his tight hole. Jason was literally seeing a side of himself he’d never truly imagined. Both man and boy watched the finger retreat, leaving a lubed and eager hole behind. Then, a slender thigh dropped behind and the now familiar throbbing cock pushed against Jason’s wet hole.
“OK, Tyler. I give. Just fuck me… Sir. Fuck. Just do it. Please! I admit it! I need it. Please Sir!” Jason was nearly in tears watching himself break for Tyler on screen as the real Tyler pounded his battered hole relentlessly.
The hand with the slicked finger rested on Jason’s back on the TV. Then the monster cock, resting against a hole shut so tight it seemed impossible it could fit, suddenly plunged inside. Simultaneously, Tyler grunted and thrust his hips forward with all his might. Both Jason’s moaned wildly in unison.
The loud sounds of Jason’s moaning on TV combined with those hurling from his mouth now on his living room floor to create a cacophony of sexual frenzy all around the room. Both fuckings continued, rough and rowdy. Jason’s mind was split between the emasculation of seeing himself reduced to a helpless, pleading slut on his television, and the sheer exhilaration of Tyler’s cock pounding him into utter submission. He began to repeatedly express his gratitude to the man who was systematically breaking him. “Thank you! Oh, God, Tyler, thank you! Don’t stop! Please fuck me!” Jason was no longer holding back. All that mattered was Tyler inside him.
Impossibly, he felt the now familiar simmering of an orgasm build inside him with every thrust. His pleas increased in volume and desperation. His eyes were wide as he watched himself be pounded mercilessly by one cock while he felt an even stronger attack from another. The camera panned around the prostrate Jason and his mystery assailant, revealing more of the beautiful, slim body slamming into him. Lean but defined. Smooth, with the exception of a tuft of dark hair across the upper chest, in the shape of the spread wings of a bird or an angel. Tight muscles on the back flexing with every thrust, as was the smooth bubble butt that sat atop the young man’s slender legs. He wasn’t very tall, but his proportions were perfect for a young twink. Jason was developing a new found attraction to men like him. His massive uncut cock made him the perfect man to conquer a slut like Jason. The television top bucked harder and harder, building to his orgasm, and Jason felt his own within reach as he watched himself being torn apart.
Tyler gripped his hips firmly and jack-hammered his hole. Jason’s dam broke and wave after wave of pleasure flowed through his body as his jock-encased dick spit out wads of cum. Some managed to escape and drip from Jason’s body to the floor. He cried out in ecstasy with Tyler, and his top pumped him full of fluid. They rocked together as their orgasms subsided, and then Tyler pulled himself free.
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.”
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