Matt sat in his truck nervously gripping the steering wheel. He stared up at the apartment window that was lit up on the third floor. Matt clenched his jaw as he psyched himself up to go inside. It’s not like he didn’t want to go inside. It was all he thought about all day. It was who was waiting for him inside that had him nervous. It was a feeling of impending doom. Matt squirmed around in his seat, but it wasn’t because he was uncomfortable. It was because when he did, he could feel the silky, delicate material of the pink panties he was wearing under his jeans. He closed his eyes and tried not to get turned on by the sensation of silky material on his dick. He tried not to get hard.
His phone buzzed with a text from who was waiting for him inside.
Branden: What the fuck are you doing out there? Get your bitch ass in here!
Matt looked at his phone and seethed. “Motherfucker,” he said out loud. “God, I fucking hate you.” His hand holding his phone was trembling. “I fucking hate you.”
Branden: You trying to piss me off, faggot?
Again, Matt swore at the phone. “Fuck! I swear to God, dude...” He tried to calm himself before texting back. “If you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d choke you out.”
MATT: Bro, I’m coming. For fuck sake! Just give me a minute.
Branden: You’ve been out there for ten fucking minutes. Stop wacking off and get up here.
Matt shook his head as he read the text. He hated being under Branden’s thumb like this. At least, he hated Branden knowing Matt was under his thumb. It was fucking humiliating for Matt.
Branden: I fucking see you, dude. You better be at my door in thirty seconds or you can fuck off.
Matt took a deep breath and let it out. He hurried out of his truck, across the lawn and bolted up the stairs to the third floor. He looked at his watch and he did all of that in under fifteen seconds.
Before he could knock, the door opened. Branden didn’t even bother looking at Matt. He just turned away from the door and said, “About fucking time.”
Matt walked into the small studio apartment and closed the door behind him. Branden was in the kitchenette grabbing a beer out of the mini fridge. Matt scowled as he watched Branden open his beer. Branden was wearing a snug t-shirt with the sleeves cut off revealing baseball sized biceps. His jeans were also snug over his muscular thighs, and he was barefoot. His dark hair was messy, not styled like usual, but he still looked hot.
“Don’t fucking scowl at me,” Branden said as he walked past Matt and plopped down on his futon. He sat with his back against the wall, one knee up and balancing his beer on it, the other leg straight out. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he just stared at Matt.
“I’ll fucking scowl at you if I want,” Matt said back.
Branden chuckled. “Ohh, big man,” he said mocking Matt. “What the fuck did you come over for if you’re just gonna be a little bitch?” Branden asked. He already knew the answer and didn’t expect one from Matt.
Matt looked at Branden’s fucking cocky, handsome face. The dude had a hold over Matt. They had hated each other for so long and now they were some kind of fucked up version of fuck buddies. Branden degraded him and Matt took it, but not without telling Branden what a dick he was.
“So?” Branden asked holding his palm up, waiting for an answer.
“You told me to come over, dick,” Matt said though clenched teeth.
“Did I?” Matt said smugly. “I believe I told you to come over only if you did what you were supposed to do. I’m assuming you did?” he asked as he not so subtly adjusted his cock while he stared at Matt.
Matt took a deep breath. His mouth was dry. He was so torn between his hatred for the guy and his contradictory boner he had for Branden. He was Matt’s physical type- built, rugged, handsome, ultra masculine. But Branden was an arrogant fuck and Matt hated him right away. Their first conversation did not go well, and alpha attitude exuded from both and filled the room.
Branden looked up at the hot, muscled, frat boy. Matt was that stereotypical blonde-haired, blue-eyed jock who could be on a football recruiting poster. Matt was tall, broad, ripped, had beautiful crystal-blue eyes and red, puffy lips. But he was also a cocky asshole. Branden hated him from the second Matt opened his mouth. Matt was cocky, arrogant, conceited and loved looking at himself too much. That being said, Branden had to admit, Matt was a pretty boy, and Branden had a thing for pretty boys. Matt had the kind of chiseled jawline and cheekbones that could easily make him a model. Normally, Branden would try to bed down a dude like that quickly and on the down low. But Matt gave him attitude from the get-go. There was an electricity in the air that was charged when they were in the same room. They just clashed.
That was months ago. Now, their dynamic had changed. It took a while, but Branden and Matt succumbed to their love/hate attraction to each other one drunken night. Branden prevailed in his quest to dominate the pretty boy. Matt didn’t know what hit him and now he felt like an on-call whore. He couldn’t resist Branden’s pull. They constantly bickered and clashed but sexually, they were electric.
“I did,” Matt replied to Branden’s question.
Branden perked up. He sat up and leaned forward. “Wait, you did?” He wasn’t expecting Matt to comply so easily.
Matt nodded. “Well, yeah, of course. You told me to.”
“I know but this time I didn’t think you would.”
Matt noticed that Branden was actually excited. He even licked his bottom lip.
“You knew I would. Asshole,” Matt said to him and flipped him off.
Branden frowned. “Why do you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“That,” Branden said as he waved his hand around towards Matt. “That fucking arrogant shit. Why do you have to be such a dick?”
“Me? Arrogant? Fuck you,” Matt shot back. “You cock-bite.”
Branden’s face became stern looking. “Fucking bitch,” he growled.
“I thought you like me being a bitch?”
“I don’t like it when my dick isn’t in you.”
Matt folded his arms over his chest and gave him a pouty look.
Branden snickered. “You know, for a dude that looks like you, and who acts like he’s tough shit, you are such a cunt.”
Matt sneered at him. “You like my cunt.”
Branden flinched, not expecting that come back. “My dick likes your cunt. Now, are you going to show me, or what?”
Matt stood defiantly.
“Boy, you better show me something quick or there will be repercussions.”
Matt knew he could take him. He had before. But he didn’t want to fight. He wanted to fuck. Matt looked back at him defiantly but with a sudden urge to please him. He unfastened his jeans and, looking at Branden straight in the eyes, slowly pushed them down to his ankles. Branden’s eyes widened. Matt stepped out of his jeans and slowly took off his shirt. Branden’s dick became rock hard as he stared in awe at the big, blonde muscle boy wearing nothing but a pair of tight, silky, pink panties with white lace trim, and a little red bow on the front. Matt knew Branden was boning up, so he casually flexed the ripped muscles in his quads, flexed his abs, his hands on his hips.
“Holy fuck,” Branden whispered.
Matt smiled. He was happy that Branden was pleased. “Did I do good?” he asked almost meekly.
“Bro, you did good,” Branden said back, his eyes darting all over Matt’s perfect body. “Good boy, Matt.”
Matt shivered when he heard Branden call him that. “God, I was hoping you would like them,” he said in a slow, sexy baritone. “They make me feel sexy.”
Branden started taking off his jeans and then his shirt. “You are sexy, bro. Such a sexy boy.” Branden lay back against a pillow as he admired his blonde muscle boy. “I knew you would look sexy in panties.” His eight-inch dick was pointing straight up against his abs.
Their attitudes had changed like someone flipped a switch. This usually happened. They would be at each other’s throats most of the time but when it was time to have sex, it was as if they both were two different people. They let their guards down and let it happen.
The last time they were together, Branden wanted Matt to prove himself to him. He wanted to see how far Matt would go in his submission to Branden. He wanted Matt to go beyond his comfort level. Branden told Matt his pussy was almost as good as a real pussy. Matt asked him what he could do to make it better. Branden told him that the next time they fuck, Matt should be wearing a new pair of pink panties.
“Come here, pretty boy,” Branden said gesturing with his index finger.
Matt came down onto the futon and crawled up to Branden. He made sure to flex his shoulders and biceps as he did. He crawled up and straddled Branden’s legs and sat down. Branden immediately put his hands on Matt’s silky panties, cupping his muscular bubble butt. He looked up at Matt with lust in his eyes.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Branden said quietly. He meant it.
Matt smiled and bent his head down and met Branden in a passionate, romantic kiss. Branden massaged Matt’s smooth ass as they kissed.
Matt broke the kiss and cupped Branden’s face in his palms. “You’re so fucking handsome. Big and fucking mean. Shit talker. Hot as fuck.”
“You look so fucking perfect in panties, baby,” Branden cooed to him, no longer calling him bro. “I knew you would. You’re such a good boy for wearing them for me.”
“Babe, I can’t say no to you.”
Branden’s fingers traveled under the lace until he found Matt’s hole. He gently rubbed it with his middle finger. Matt gasped quietly.
“You’re pussy is so soft and smooth, baby, boy” Branden said before he kissed the cleavage between Matt’s thick pecs. Another shiver went up Matt’s spine. Branden had recently started referring to Matt’s hole as a pussy. At first, Matt wasn’t sure he liked it but the way Branden said it, it just sounded right.
“I waxed for you,” replied Matt with an embarrassed look. He was humping his cock into Branden’s abs; Matt’s arms wrapped around his thick neck and then he ran his fingers through Branden’s dark hair.
Branden smiled up at him when he realized that Matt’s whole body was silky smooth. “Baby, you waxed EVERYTHING. So fucking hot,” he said excitedly.
“I knew you would like it,” Matt said before he kissed him again. “It felt so hot when I pulled the panties up my smooth legs.”
Branden pushed his finger into Matt which made him gasp. Matt loved the feeling of Branden’s big finger inside of him. He loved it whenever Branden fingered him. They didn’t even have to have sex because being fingered by a man like him made Matt horny as fuck.
“Tight muscle pussy,” Branden hissed. “So fucking warm, baby boy.”
Matt stroked his own hard cock through his panties. “Feels so good,” he whispered as Branden watched him molest himself. Branden pulled one hand out of Matt’s panties and ran it up and over Matt’s etched abs. “Fucking sick cum gutters.”
Matt was now gyrating his ass around on Branden’s finger. “Baby, you have to fuck me.”
Branden smiled. “I know, sweet boy. Ride me.” Matt came up on his knees. Branden pulled the boy’s panties to the side of his hole. Then he fisted his hard cock, found Matt’s hole and he pressed up. Matt did the rest as he slowly descended onto the thick pipe. Matt’s head went back, his mouth open as he was being penetrated. Branden watched the beautiful boy sink down until he stopped. Matt looked down at him and his jaw was clenched, his eyes focused. Branden knew Matt could take it. He was a tough guy. Even wearing panties, his strength was impressive.
Matt began to post himself on the thick cock. Every time he hit bottom, he would gasp or grunt. His hard cock was trapped inside the silky panties as he rubbed it. He loved the smooth, silky feeling of the material on his sensitive head.
Branden watched every muscle in Matt’s quads flex as he used his body weight to do all the work. Branden liked the fact that if you met Matt on the street, you would never know the 210-pound stud was a raging power-bottom.
“Fuck, look at you,” Branden said to him. “Fucking beautiful. Sexy legs.”
Matt bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the cock in his ass. He had his hands on Branden’s shoulders for support. Matt massaged the muscled caps as he posted himself faster and faster.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said to Branden. “You’re fucking perfect.” He let out a gasp and then added, “You make my pussy so wet.”
Branden felt his adrenaline surge. “Yeah, baby? Is your pussy wet for me all the time? Your pussy throb when ever I’m around?”
Matt’s eye rolled back in his head at the sensations, and the words Branden was saying. “All the time even when you’re not around. I love your cock... daddy.”
Branden’s eyes popped open wide. Matt had never called him daddy before. Hearing this big, muscled stud call him daddy was a new high.
“Oh fuck, baby girl. Daddy loves your tight pussy,” he said breathlessly before he suddenly flipped Matt onto his back.
“Holy fuck!” Matt blurted out. He was not ready for that. He automatically raised his legs in the air as Branden plowed right up into him. That took him by surprise too. For an instant, Matt broke character. “Bro! Warn a dude!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Branden told him with a slap to the face. It wasn’t the first time Branden had slapped him. Hell, they had even gotten into real life fist fights but not in bed. In bed, it was always rough and verbal, like grudge-fucks. Slapping was always allowed. Branden loved to rough up the muscle stud.
Matt put his hand on his cheek where he was slapped. He was a little angry but then Branden covered his mouth with his own and Matt felt his tongue dart down his throat. Now, he forgot what he was mad about. Branden fucked him with powerful, purposeful thrusts.
“God, I love your fucking pussy,” Branden growled in his ear.
“I love your fucking cock in my pussy,” replied Matt.
“I wanted to see you in panties so bad,” said Branden quietly into Matt’s ear as he fucked slow and deep suddenly.
“I didn’t expect it,” whispered Matt. “You never told me why.”
Branden kissed him gently and continued his slow, deliberate love making, because that’s what it felt like now. “Because, looking like you do, I like the idea of you getting fucked like a girl. I want to make you feel like you should when you’re with a man like me. I want you to remember you’re pussy for me. You’re big, powerful body is pussy for my cock. You’re such a pretty boy. You’re so fucking pretty, I had to see you in panties. You can’t say no to me, Matt. You can’t say no and I fucking love that. And I like fucking the cocky out of you.”
Matt smirked at him. “You’re an asshole,” he whispered but with a smile.
“But I’m not wrong.”
Matt shook his head. “No. You’re not wrong. You turn me into a fucking pussy every time. Whenever you text me, I get hard.”
“I know,” Branden said before kissing him again. “Fucking your pussy,” he whispered into Matt’s ear.
Matt closed his eyes. “Fuck yeah, you are. It’s your pussy.”
Branden heard that and slid in deep. “My fucking pussy,” he repeated. “My fucking Matt pussy.”
“I fucking love you,” Matt said unexpectantly.
“I know,” replied Branden as he sped up his fucking. “I know you love me.”
Matt half expected Branden to say I love you back. But he didn’t. It wasn’t even until that second Matt said it that he himself even knew it. He raised his legs higher and spread them wide.
“Pump my pussy, daddy,” Matt whimpered.
Branden smirked and said, “Are you daddy’s girlfriend?”
Matt looked up at Branden and paused. Then he nodded and in his usual baritone voice he said, “Fuck yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Yeah? You’ll be my fucking girlfriend? Huh? You wanna be my faggot girlfriend, Matt?”
Matt nodded. “Fuck yes. I want it so bad. I’ll wear all kinds of pretty things for you.”
“FUUUUCCKKK!” Branden howled out as he unloaded in his new pussy when he heard those words. “Oh.. My... Fucking... God!” he called out with a burst of cum between words.
Matt felt the warm, stickiness jet into his gut. It was the best feeling in the world. He kept his legs up and out. He liked seeing himself like that. He liked looking like a whore. He loved his own body so much that seeing it under someone else’s control was ecstasy for him. He reached down and touched himself and came on contact. A wet spot flowing bigger through the pink panties.
Branden was still tensed, his muscles popping. He came up on his knees and saw Matt’s legs spread wide. So wide that they almost touched the mattress on either side. Branden looked down at his cock that was still inside Matt. Branden was still so hard.
“Look at those fucking legs,” he said to Matt. “Spread open like they should be. Am I right?”
Matt was running his hands through his sweaty hair. “Spread open for you, daddy,” he said chuckling.
“I like this daddy shit,” Branden said to him.
“Good. Get used to it.”
“As long as you get used to this,” he said to Matt as he snapped the elastic band on his panties.
“I can get used to this. I like what it does to you.”
Branden extended his arms out and gathered Matt’s legs, and brought them up, and put them on his shoulders. He leaned forward until Matt’s knees were on his chest.
“I like what it does to YOU,” Branden said. He put his mouth to Matt’s and kissed him. “They bring out the bitch in you.”
“I hate that you make me feel so fucking good.”
Branden smiled. “I know. I hate you too.”
“Your dick is still hard.”
“Your pussy is still tight.”
“I feel so fucking sexy. I got sexy panties on; I’m on my back and a big dick inside me. A fucking hot as fuck man on top of me. Nothing better.”
Branden kissed him again. They made out while Branden slowly made love to Matt.
“You’re such a good girl,” Branden whispered. Matt smiled. “Next time, I want you to wear some more sexy things for me.”
“Anything.”
“I got you some things.”
“You did?”
“Uh huh,” Branden said nuzzling his ear. “Some more panties, a thong.”
Matt gasped. “What else?”
“Some sexy stockings for these sexy jacked legs.”
“Oh shit!” Matt blurted out.
“Garters. Garter belt,” Branden said as he kissed Matt’s neck.
“Christ, Branden,” Matt said in astonishment.
“You’re gonna be my sexy muscle girlfriend. All dressed up for me. Begging me to fill that pussy.”
“You’re gonna make me cum again, baby,” Matt cooed.
“Go right ahead. I’m not through with you yet.” He paused and then added. “Cunt.”
“Branden...”
“It will be so hot to see you in clothes, acting all alpha and shit, knowing you’re wearing pretty little things under them. For me.”
Matt came again without touching himself.
Branden fucked him for a couple of hours. Both of them were spent, balls empty, exhausted. They lay quietly next to each other for a long time. Matt was reeling from the best sex he’d ever had. Branden was thinking about the things he was going to make Matt wear.
“Bro, I can’t believe I just did that,” Matt said.
“Did what?”
“Let you fuck me in panties. I’m wearing women’s panties,” Matt said in disbelief.
“Nothing wrong with that, dude.”
Matt looked at him irritation on his face. “Bro, I’m fucking wearing chic lingerie. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Branden smirked. “Dude, you’re a bitch. Why are you so surprised you would ever wear shit like this?”
“Because! Look at me. I’m not... this. I’ve never even thought about this. God, I’m such a faggot.” He put his face in his palms.
“Jesus Christ, Matt. Hell, yeah you’re a huge faggot. You’re a submissive faggot too. I could tell you to wear full drag and you would do it.”
“No, I wouldn’t!” Matt argued.
“Matt...” Branden said looking at him without doubt.
Matt thought about it and of course, he would. “Fine. I would.”
“You’re a good boy,” Branden told him with a very cocky smirk.
Those were like trigger words for Matt. “Stop... saying that,” he said emphatically.
“What? You’re a good boy?” Branden taunted him.
“Yes.” Matt thumbed his cock through his panties. “Just don’t.” He was so afraid he was going to bone up again. Hearing Branden’s deep manly voice utter those words were enough to make Matt throw his legs in the air.
“Ok,” Branden said. He paused and added, “You’re a good girl.”
Matt froze; he closed his eyes. His dick started to grow. Branden saw how it was affecting him. He found such joy in it. “You’re such a good girl.” Branden moved in closer. “Waxed your pussy like a good girl. Your body is so smooth, silky, sexy.” He moved to Matt’s ear and used a sexy, seductive tone. “Your panties felt so good when you pulled them up your smooth muscular legs.” Matt was biting his lip; he was trying to stay in control. “Wait until you feel a soft pair of stockings slide up those slick legs. Some sexy thigh-highs. They’re gonna slide like silk over your hard muscle.”
“Fuck,” Matt murmured.
“See, baby girl? I know what you like. I’ll take care of your pussy.”
“Branden... please... stop...”
Branden kissed him on the neck. “From now on, Matt, you’re my girlfriend when we’re alone. I want you wearing sexy, lacy, silky things. That will show me how much you love me. I’ll make love to you, nice and slow. You’ll know what a girl feels like when I fuck her. Do you understand me, Matt?”
Matt quickly nodded his head. “Uh huh.”
“Good girl,” Branden whispered. “You’re my pretty muscle girl.”
“Yes, sir,” Matt murmured.
“Daddy.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Now, Matt, sweetheart, it’s been a long night. Go home and think about all this. Do some online shopping. When you come back, I want you wearing sexy, slutty, lingerie under your clothes. Do you understand, Matt?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“God, I love Matt pussy.”
