The air in the men's sauna hung thick and heavy, a humid blanket scented with cedar and sweat. For Dominic, a formidable bear of a man at forty-eight, it was the familiar scent of his domain. His broad shoulders and thick, hairy chest were a testament to a life of unapologetic masculinity. He sat on the highest bench, a silent king surveying his steamy kingdom, a dom top whose reputation preceded him.
A younger man entered, slim and graceful, with sharp East Asian features. He was Xiao Wang. Dominic had seen him before, a few weeks ago, watching from a doorway as Dominic had put that annoying twink, Leo, in his place with a quick, rough fuck. He’d figured the kid was here for the same. Fresh meat.
Dominic rose, his towel barely clinging to his hips, and moved with deliberate confidence. His large frame cast a long shadow over the younger man. "Looking for some company, boy?" his voice was a low rumble, laced with the easy arrogance of a man who rarely heard 'no'.
Xiao Wang met his gaze, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Not particularly."
The unexpected rejection pricked Dominic's ego. "Don't play games," he pressed, his tone hardening. "You need a real man to show you your place."
Xiao’s smirk didn't falter. "I saw you a few weeks ago. With that boy, Leo. You like thinking you're a 'real man' by hurting people who can't fight back," he said, his voice quiet but cutting. "That's not dominance. That's just being a bully. And I hate bullies." The smirk widened into a predatory grin. "But you're right. Someone here does need to be shown their place. Tell you what. Let's make a bet. A simple one. We drop our towels. The man with the smaller cock sucks the man with the larger cock."
Dominic scoffed, a harsh, dismissive sound. This little twink, challenging *him* after a sanctimonious speech? Dominic was proud of his cock. At a solid seven inches, it was thick and powerful, an instrument of his dominance. The idea that this slender boy could measure up was laughable. The challenge, spoken loud enough to be overheard, had started to draw the attention of the other men in the sauna.
"You're on," he sneered, an arrogant grin spreading across his face. "Get ready to get on your knees, boy. You've just talked yourself into a mouthful."
With a theatrical flourish for his new audience, Dominic untied his towel and let it drop. His semi-erect cock, already thick and heavy, jutted out from his hairy groin. He looked at Xiao Wang, expecting to see a flicker of intimidation.
Xiao Wang simply smiled and let his own towel fall.
Dominic’s eyes shot down, and a wave of triumphant satisfaction washed over him. The twink’s cock was small, a pale, delicate thing. A boy’s cock. He had won. "Well, well," Dominic said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Looks like it's your lucky day. On your knees."
But Xiao Wang didn't move. He just wrapped a slender hand around his flaccid penis. "Not so fast," he murmured, his eyes glinting. "I'm a grower, not a shower."
He began to stroke himself. Dominic watched, amused at first, then intrigued, and then, with a growing sense of disbelief, utterly stunned. The small, unassuming cock began to transform. It thickened, lengthened, swelling with impossible speed. The pale flesh flushed a deep, angry red, veins standing out like thick cords.
Within moments, it had matched Dominic's own seven inches. His smug grin faltered. A gasp went through the onlookers. Dominic felt a cold dread creep into his gut. His own impressive cock, which had been semi-erect moments ago, now began to soften, shrinking back to a flaccid state, making him feel even smaller and more exposed. But Xiao Wang didn't stop. His hand moved faster, and the impossible happened. It kept growing.
Another half-inch, then a full inch. It was a monstrous, a thick, throbbing eight-inch behemoth that looked utterly disproportionate on the twink's slender frame. It jutted out at an aggressive angle, the head a deep, angry purple, glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
Dominic stared, his mouth agape. The sheer size of it, the raw power it radiated, sent a jolt of something akin to fear through him. A sickening wave of inferiority washed over him. His own impressive cock, once a source of immense pride, now seemed almost inadequate. The power dynamic had been utterly shattered.
Xiao Wang stopped stroking, his chest heaving slightly. He looked down at his magnificent erection, then back up at Dominic, his eyes burning with triumph. "Your move," he said, his voice a silken whip.
Dominic's face flushed a deep, angry crimson. He was trapped, cornered by his own arrogance. The other men were now staring, their eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and cruel anticipation. "You think I'd actually do that, twink?" he snarled, a desperate attempt to reassert his dominance.
But Xiao Wang remained unmoving, his massive hard-on a silent, unyielding challenge. The circle of men closed in. There was no escape.
With no way out, Dominic's shoulders slumped in defeat. The fight drained from him. Slowly, reluctantly, he dropped to his knees. The rough, hot wood of the bench pressed into his knees, a physical reminder of his fall from grace. As he knelt, his eyes were level with the monstrous cock that had defeated him. The humiliation was a burning fire in his gut, yet it was mingled with a potent, undeniable curiosity. As he lowered his head, the first stirrings of an unwanted, shameful arousal began to prickle through him.
His bearded lips parted. The moment the tip touched his tongue, a jolt went through him. It was heavy, dense, impossibly smooth yet firm. It pushed past his lips, a slow, inexorable invasion. He gagged as the thick ridge of the corona scraped the back of his teeth, but the silent, watching eyes of the crowd pinned him in place. A slender hand tangled in his thick hair, gripping it tightly. With a grunt of satisfaction, Xiao grabbed Dominic's head and brutally pushed him further down, forcing the entire impossible length down his throat. Dominic's world dissolved into a suffocating pressure, the taste of salt and musk, and the undeniable, humiliating reality of his complete and utter subjugation.
After a minute, Xiao pulled him up by the hair. "On your hands and knees," he commanded, and pushed Dominic down onto the floor. Dominic's arse was now pointing directly at the captivated onlookers.
Xiao looked at the other men. "Who wants to play with the bear's arse while I face-fuck him?"
Several men moved in. Strong hands gripped his shoulders and hips, pinning him down. As fingers began to probe and prepare his arse, a man leaned in close and whispered, "Guess size does matter after all, Dom," before laughing. The comment sent a fresh wave of hot shame through Dominic, which only served to fuel the burgeoning, perverse arousal.
Xiao grabbed Dominic by the hair again and forced his head back down onto his cock. He fucked Dominic's throat hard for a few more thrusts, then pulled out. Drool and pre-cum ran down Dominic's beard.
"Now for the main event," Xiao declared, his voice cold. He spun Dominic around, pushing him flat against the hot wooden bench. Dominic struggled, a half-hearted attempt to resist, but the strangers, keen to see the arrogant prick knocked down a peg or two, quickly moved in, strong hands gripping his shoulders and hips, holding him firmly in place. Before Dominic could fully process the change, he felt the slick, massive head of Xiao's cock pressing against his hole. There was no mercy. With a single, powerful surge, Xiao drove himself into Dominic.
An agonized scream was torn from Dominic's throat. The pain was blinding, a searing, splitting agony. But his body, the traitor, bucked into the thrust. *Why? Why was this happening?* Beneath the torment, a shocking, electric pleasure shot through him, the extreme pain somehow amplifying the intense pleasure of being so completely filled, so utterly possessed.
Despite his slender frame, Xiao was a surprisingly powerful fucker. His hips slammed into Dominic's arse with a relentless, brutal rhythm, his lithe body bouncing on Dominic's muscular backside. The wet, slapping sound of their flesh colliding echoed in the steamy room. Each thrust drove Xiao's impossible length deeper, bottoming out with a force that knocked the air from Dominic's lungs. With a final, guttural roar, Xiao climaxed, pushing his cock as deep as it would go, flooding Dominic's ravaged insides with his hot cum.
Then, Xiao pulled out. He grabbed Dominic by the hair again, yanking his head back and dragging his cum-slicked cock across Dominic's face, a final, degrading brand of ownership. Wiping himself clean on Dominic's beard, Xiao turned to the eager crowd and announced with dripping contempt, "He's all yours."
The floodgates opened. The crowd descended, a pack of wolves on a wounded stag. Hands were everywhere, grabbing, groping, turning him. One man shoved his cock into Dominic's mouth while another immediately mounted him from behind, driving into the hole still slick and stretched from Xiao's violation. Dominic's mind fractured. His body no longer his own. The sensations were overwhelming: the scrape of a stranger's teeth against his own aching cock, the relentless pounding in his arse, the smell of sweat and cum, the cacophony of grunts and wet, slapping sounds. He heard whispers, fragments of his humiliation. "Thought he was so tough..." "...crying for the twink..." "...just a cumdump now."
At the height of the chaos, a man was pushed aside and a familiar face appeared – Leo. Dominic's eyes widened in dread. To be used by strangers was one thing, but by Leo? The boy he had so brutally dominated, who had witnessed his ultimate masculine failure before this degradation even began? The shame was exquisite, a sharp, piercing pain that somehow intensified the pleasure.
Leo's eyes burned with cold, vengeful fire. "My turn," he said, his voice low and menacing. He shoved the man from Dominic's mouth and grabbed Dominic's hair, yanking his head up. "Remember that private room, Dom?" Leo sneered, his face inches away. "You thought you were a god, didn't you? Look at you now. A piece of meat on the floor. You're not a dom. You're not even a man. You're just a hole."
Leo spat on his hand and slicked his own cock, positioning himself in front of Dominic's face. "Suck it." It wasn't a request. Dominic, broken, obeyed, taking Leo into his mouth. But Leo wasn't content. He pulled out after a few thrusts, spun Dominic onto his stomach, and drove into his arse with a single, powerful, deliberate violation. It was an angry, hateful fuck, each thrust a punishment. "How's it feel to be fucked by a 'real man', you pretend dom?" Leo growled, slamming into him again and again. He wasn't just fucking a body; he was fucking *Dominic*, grinding his failure into him with every brutal stroke.
Dominic fought the pleasure, tried to focus on the hate in Leo's eyes, but the venom was an aphrodisiac, the punishment a reward. His mind screamed no, but his cock, slick with pre-cum, screamed yes. The combination of Leo's venomous words and the punishing rhythm sent him over the edge. He cried out, a raw sound of pain, pleasure, and utter surrender as his body convulsed. A torrent of shame and cum erupted from his cock, splashing onto the wet floor beneath him.
Leo wasn't finished. He pulled out of the still-twitching hole and flipped Dominic onto his back. He loomed over him for a moment before delivering a series of sharp, humiliating spanks to Dominic's exposed arse, the sound cracking through the sauna's humid air. "This is for your arrogance," *SLAP*. The sting was electric. "This is for thinking you were better than me," *SLAP*. Red handprints began to bloom on his cheeks. "And this is for what you are now," *SLAP*. "A bottom. A bitch. My bitch." Each slap was a final, crushing blow to his pride, branding him with his new status.
After the intensity of Leo's revenge, the other men pulled away, leaving Dominic a collapsed, sobbing heap on the wet floor. He was a discarded plaything slick with cum, leaking from his ravaged hole. He lay there, his mind a buzzing hive of shame and sensation, thinking the ordeal must be over. But then a shadow fell over him.
It was an older man with a soft pot-belly and kind eyes, someone Dominic would have dismissed with a sneer in his old life. The man knelt, not with aggression, but with a quiet purpose. The sudden absence of violence was more disorienting than the assault itself. "You did good, son," he whispered, as if comforting him. He didn't force, he simply presented himself. And something inside Dominic, the last wall of his resistance, crumbled into dust. He found his lips parting, taking the man's cock with a proficiency that shocked him. The act was devoid of violence, yet the submission was total. As the man came with a quiet groan, he stroked Dominic's hair. "That's a good boy. See? You're a natural at this." The condescending praise, so gentle and paternal, was more humiliating than any insult. It was the final nail in the coffin of his old self.
He was no longer just being used; he was actively, willingly servicing. He had been remade into something that craved its own degradation. Before he could even process the shift, a new pair approached: a young, cocky jock with a tribal tattoo and his quieter, more observant boyfriend.
"Heard you were a big shot," the jock sneered, grabbing Dominic's hair. "Doesn't look like much from down here." He shoved himself into Dominic's mouth, fucking his throat with a bruising force. The pain mingled with the shame, and to Dominic's horror, a fresh wave of undeniable pleasure shot through him.
"Careful, you'll break him," the boyfriend said, his voice calm and analytical. He knelt and ran a hand over Dominic's hip. "Stretched, but good muscle tone. You can see why he thought he was a top."
"He's just a hole now," the jock grunted, pulling out of Dominic's mouth and shoving him onto his stomach. "My turn to take the bear's cave."
As the jock pounded into him, the boyfriend watched, talking over him as if he were a piece of furniture. "See the way his back arches? He's fighting it, but his body likes it. They always do, the ones who pretend to be the toughest." Their casual dehumanization, the clinical discussion of his body's reactions, was a fresh and potent flavour of degradation.
For the next hour or two, he was a public utility. He learned to anticipate their needs, shifting his hips for a better angle, taking a cock into his throat without hesitation. He wasn't just broken; he was trained.
The journey home was a blur. He scrubbed his skin raw, but he couldn't wash away the memory. His phone buzzed with taunts. "Heard you couldn't measure up," one message read. Then, a picture message. A thick, eight-inch cock, uncut. The text read: "My 8 inches need a new home. Heard you have a vacancy."
As he stared at the photo on his phone, something else surfaced. He found himself getting hard replaying the moment of his public humiliation.
His reputation was annihilated. The shame was a constant, suffocating weight. But the memory of utter helplessness, the sting of Leo's spanks, the feeling of being filled and used—it all flickered with a dark, undeniable allure.
His thumb hovered over the delete button. He couldn't press it. Instead, he zoomed in on the picture. A traitorous throb answered from his groin. His lips part subconsciously. His hand shaking, he opened a private browser window. The search bar blinked, waiting. His fingers hesitated, then typed.
*Sauna gangbang humiliation*
He stared at the words, his heart pounding. Then, with a strange sense of inevitability, he continued typing.
*Big cock Asian Dom*
He pressed enter. A tremor of fear and anticipation ran through him. The predator was finally learning how to hunt for his own submission.
