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Don't be so scared, boy. Come closer. Yeah, now put your hand on that chest... You feel it? Power and strength. Rub them. That's what a real man feels like.

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“Stop it, that’s not funny” I protest and try to push Drake away but his massive body doesn’t even budge.

“Oh, you think I’m just joking about that”, his arm twists around my neck and he easily pulls me in headlock. My feet leave the floor and I’m pressed against his firm torso. I feel the warmth of it and the raw power hidden inside his muscles.

I’m struggling to get free but he’s much more stronger. He is just laughing from my helplessness.

I feel the warmth of his breath next to my face and whispers me into the ear, “Now, I’m gonna punish you for disobeying me…”

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I only meant to grab my bag and leave.

But there he was—Derek—shirtless in front of the mirror, posing with deliberate precision. Every movement was calculated, slow, powerful. His abs clenched with each breath, veins trailing down his forearms as he adjusted the angle of his phone.

I froze.

Just for a second.

And that was all it took.

He caught me.

His eyes flicked to mine in the mirror, and the ghost of a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Enjoying the view?”

I should’ve looked away. Should’ve said something smart, casual. But my body betrayed me—still, tense, caught.

Derek turned, fully, his phone forgotten. He stepped closer, not rushing, not aggressive. Just confident. Certain. Like he’d caught me doing exactly what he wanted.

“You always watch from the door?” he asked, voice low, steady. “Or was today special?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

He moved even closer, standing directly in front of me now. His body heat radiated off him, the scent of clean sweat and power making my thoughts blur.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, lifting my chin with two fingers. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

His gaze ran over me—slowly, possessively. “You think I don’t notice? The stares. The way you linger when I’m working out. Like you’re waiting for me to catch you.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Well… congratulations. You’ve been caught.”

I shivered.

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “And now, you’re going to listen. You don’t get to watch unless you ask. You don’t get to stare unless you earn it. And if you’re lucky…” He reached for my wrist, guiding my hand toward the heat of his chest. “…maybe I’ll let you kneel next time instead.”

He walked past me without waiting for an answer, leaving the air thick with command.

And me?

Still standing there—aching, breathless, and completely owned.

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“I’m done with working out — now it’s time for some cardio”, Jake approaches me and slaps my ass with the towel. “Are you ready, boy?”

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Ready to be spanked, boy?

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"Fuck, it's so hot here", Drew caught me sitting at the table working at laptop as he was doing the work for renovating our deck. "Hey, you have a bottle of beer?"

"Hmm, yeah, sure" without waiting for further request I jumped up and headed into the kitchen to grab one from the frigde.

"Thanks, boy," he gulped the half of it as I handed it to him.

Just as I was going to go back to work, he placed his hand on my shoulder and stopped me, "Not so fast..." Instinctively I turned around to face the hunk towering a head over me.

"You want something else?" my voice trembled a bit but I tried to keep it calm.

He stared into my eyes for a moment without saying anything, which made my heart beat faster. I wasn't used to be in the presence of such men as him. He made me feel small and intimidated.

"You've been staring... a lot", his smirked, keeping the eye contact.

"I didn't... I was just working..." he interrupted me without letting me finish the sentence.

"Tss, I don't need your excuses. It's ok, I'm used to getting a lot of attention", he bent down and whispered into my ear, "Your girlfriend has just left to do the shopping, so we have some time to let you explore more of this body..." his eyes sprinkled with lust and he dragged me into the house, easily manhandling me.

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“Didn’t know you were up.”

I jumped, turning around fast, already feeling that sinking heat in my gut. Drake stood in the living room, lit only by the spill of light from the table lamp. Tall. Towering. 6’5” of carved muscle and thick attitude, shirtless, grey boxer-briefs barely containing him, the curve of his cock already visible, already bold. He scratched lazily at his abs, watching me like a cat watches a trembling mouse.

“What’s up?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice cracked.

He smirked. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just… noticed a pattern.”

I blinked. “What?”

Drake took a step closer, then another. “You think I don’t hear you when I walk past your room? At night?” His eyes glittered. “Little moans. The bed creaking. Whispering my name under your breath like you think the walls won’t carry it.”

I flushed hard, instinctively retreating, but he was already in front of me. His voice lowered, slow and amused. “I’m not mad, man. Shit’s flattering. Just figured I’d bring it up since you’re clearly not sleeping—and neither am I.”

“That’s not—I don’t—”

“Oh come on.” He grinned now, wolfish, confident. “You’re gay. So what? Not exactly subtle, dude. Every time I come out in just a towel, your face turns redder than a stop sign. Thought it was cute. Harmless.”

His voice dropped half an octave. “But then I started thinking about all those little sounds. Those late-night sessions.” He leaned down, his chest nearly brushing mine. “You touching yourself, thinking about me. What exactly were you picturing? My hands? My cock?”

I pushed against him, mortified, but it was like pressing on a brick wall. “Drake, seriously, shut up!”

His smile faded instantly. The teasing drained out of his eyes like someone killing the lights.

“No. You don’t get to talk now.”

He shoved me hard — chest to chest — until my back hit the wall. I gasped, arms trapped between our bodies, his height drowning mine out.

“You’ve been jerking off to me for weeks,” he said, voice a low growl. “Moaning my name like a needy little bitch and then pretending nothing’s happening in the daylight. I don’t do fake.”

“Drake…” I tried, but his hand clamped around my jaw, thumb on my cheek, fingers digging in.

“You wanted this. Don’t act innocent. You fantasized about me taking control, right?” His hips pressed against mine, the heat of his cock unmistakable. “Bending you over. Ruining you. Well, guess what — fantasy’s over.”

I struggled weakly but he grabbed both my wrists in one massive hand and pinned them above my head against the wall. His other hand yanked my boxers down in one smooth motion.

“You’re gonna take it,” he hissed into my ear. “You’re gonna shut up, moan like the little toy you are, and you’re gonna make that fantasy real.”

And then he kissed me — no warning, no sweetness — just teeth and tongue and raw heat. His chest crushed mine, thighs forcing my legs open. His cock pressed hard and hot between us, and he growled again when I whimpered.

“You’re mine now,” he said, dragging me from the kitchen like a trophy. “And I’m gonna make sure every goddamn inch of your body remembers it.”

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He caught me staring—of course he did. Towering, shirtless, sweat beading down the ridges of his abs like oil down steel, he turned with slow menace and started toward me. Sand shifted beneath his boots with each step like the earth itself bracing.

“You’ve got a staring problem,” he growled, standing so close I could taste salt and heat off his skin. “Want me to fix it?”

Before I could speak, he shoved me back against the wooden post behind me, hand wrapped around my throat—not choking, just owning. His other hand clamped my hip, hard enough to bruise, pinning me in place while he leaned in, mouth inches from mine.

“You think you can gawk at me like some bitch in heat and get away with it?” His breath was fire. “No. You get handled.”

He slammed his body against mine—chest to chest, thigh pressed between my legs—grinding in slow, brutal rhythm. I gasped. He didn’t stop.

“Feel that?” he hissed. “That’s what you were begging for with your eyes. Now take it.”

I whimpered, squirming in his grip, but he only chuckled darkly. “Soft already. Pathetic.”

He let me go just enough for my knees to wobble, then caught me again by the chin, forcing my eyes up to his. “You’re coming with me. Upstairs. I’m not done wrecking you.”

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My previously lanky roommate Jonas was unrecognisable after a few months of working out. Besides extra pounds of muscles he gained a new sense of confidence and assertiveness. He was now much more often walking around the apartments shirtless and whenever he did wear a shirt he wouldn't miss an opportunity to flex his muscles. He also seemed to enjoy teasing me around and intimidating me.

"Fuck, look at those muscles. Hahah, look how small you look next to me", he chuckled flexing his now big biceps in front of the mirror. Then he suddenly wrapped his arm around my neck and lifted me up in a firm bearhug. My toes left the floor and I felt the blood rushing down to my crotch.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!" I screamed as I tried to get free but Jonas was much stronger. He kept me in his strong hold as his hand slid down my body and undid the buckle on my belt.

"I'm gonna teach you to appreciate my body", he whispered into my ear as he let my jeans slide down my hips...

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My legs were still shaking after the pounding he gave me. Drops of his warm juice were slowly dripping down from my hole, leaving a little stains on the sheets. I felt so overpowered, so helpless and so empty. He used me as a toy and I liked it. His sweat was now mixed with mine, leaving his strong manly musk on my body. Without saying anything he took the shower and got dressed in his white office shirt and black pants that so nicely highlighted his perfectly shaped ass. The shirt stretched tightly over his muscular chest and arms, leaving nothing to imagination.

"Be a good boy and don't forget to prepare me a nice dinner when I get home from work", with those words he left the house leaving me alone.

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"Take them off, boy", Ryan put his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps and showing off his ripe hairy armpits.

I pulled his jeans off and then slid my fingers under the waistband of his boxers to pull them down too, revealing a massive shaft between his legs. I took a moment to admire it before Ryan grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. He helped me climb up on his lap and take a seat. His hardening cock rubbed between my butt cheeks.

I began to massage his spectacular body — warm and firm under my hand. He reached to the back of my head and pushed my face into his armpit. A deep breath in and the strong manly musk made me high with lust. He rubbed my face against his wet armpit hair and it tickled my nose. I couldn't stop kissing and licking it.

Ryan's big palms slid down over my hips and he began caressing my petite body. His hands squeezed my buttocks and, I unable to control it, I gave out a deep moan. I moved my lips further up to his round shoulders and bulging bicep, while my hands continued exploring his massive back. Then while holding me with one hand, he used his other hand to grab my hair and pulled my head back. Then our lips joined in a deep and passionate kiss.

All that time my rock hard dicklet was pressed between our bodies, rubbing between the ridges of Ryan's firm abs. I couldn't hold it any longer and as Ryan's tongue was dominating my mouth, I felt the warm cum shooting out of me. I took a few moments until I finished and Ryan broke the kiss.

"You can't control yourself, boy", a cocky smile appearing on his face.

"I'm sorry..."

"You know what that means, right?"

I nodded and climbed down from Ryan's lap. His jeans were lying on the floor next to the armchair. I pulled out the belt and handed it to Ryan.

"Good boy, now take your place", he patted his thigh.

I laid down with my bare ass facing up. Massive hand cupped my bum and patted it gently, "It's gonna hurt but you deserve this. You know why?"

"Yes, Sir. Because I can't hold myself. I must be punished"

"That's right" he folded the belt and the it swoofed through the air before landing on my skin. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Each slap hurt more than the previous one. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK... My ass was burning but Ryan didn't stop. A few tears dropped down my face and I clenched my teeth. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK...

"I think, it's enough..."

"Thank you, Sir"

"Nice, you're a fast learner," Ryan chuckled and threw the belt down on the floor. "Now, you must be ready..." he picked me up and threw me over the shoulder, walking to the bedroom to fill me with his cum.

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You wanna touch those muscles? Of course, you can. No, not so fast. You have to beg me… get down on your knees and ask again.

Yes, it’s better… but at first, my feet need a nice massage. Yeah, kiss them… continue and I might allow you to touch those biceps

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"Why don't you play on your phone somewhere else, boy"

I looked up at the guy standing in front of me and instantly jumped up from the bench.

"I'm sorry, Sir", I started apologising. Even now when I was standing, I still had to look up at the guy. I was pretty average with my height of 5'8" and wouldn't classify myself as a small guy. I had a good form that helped to hide my extra pounds on the belly and even made me look 'big'. But I was definitely far away from being muscular.

Jarett — I hadn't had any personal contact with him yet but I'd heard other guys addressing him like that — on the contrary was a massive hunk. He was only 21 — two years younger than me — but was around five inches taller and built like a Greek god.

"You know people are supposed to train here and not spend time on their phones?", he picked my towel from the bench and threw it at me.

"I was just..." but Jarett didn't let me finish.

"You better go and refill my bottle", he handed me his plastic water bottle and started changing plates on the bar.

***

When I came back with his bottle full of water, Jarett had just finished his set. He grabbed the bottle from me and gulped the half of it. "You're a good fag", he smirked looking at me.

I turned around to go, pretending I didn't hear what he said, but he grabbed my wrist, "Not so fast, boy. Meet me in the showers in ten minutes", he winked. "If you want, of course..."

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You see that bicep, boy? That's why set the rules here

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I looked at my phone and checked the address again then clicked the button on the intercom. The door buzzed open and I stepped inside. The lobby was small with a single elevator to the left and a staircase going around it. Taking the stairs, I climbed up to the second floor and saw a door that was a bit open. There was no way back anymore.

I knocked on the door and pushed it open. Inside there was a tall, fit guy walking towards me with a smirky smile on his face. Standing at 6’6” he was towering over my rather average 5’10” frame.

“Hey, nice to see you”, Andrew grabbed my hand in a firm handshake and hugged me with his other arm. “Ready for tonight?” he whispered into my ear. My heart started beating faster as I felt the warmth and firmness of his body against mine.

***

I met Andrew around a month ago. We had one friend in common and she invited him to go out for drinks with us one night. I walked in the bar back then and immediately noticed a striking a figure sitting at out table — massive broad shoulders and strong arms stretched his black t-shirt. I greeted everyone and as I wanted to introduce myself to Andrew, he stood up and grabbed my hand with his much bigger one. I felt a spark run through my body as I looked up, realising our height difference. So close, he seemed even bigger. He had a handsome face with brown eyes and a charming smile, his dark hair was cut short and he had a light stubble beard. Andrew hold my hand in his tight grip a bit longer than necessary, asserting his dominance in a subtle way.

That evening went on awesome. Andrew was definitely trying to be the heart of the party but he did that with such an ease that it felt natural. He had this charismatic presence that everyone was drawn to. He made jokes, flirted with the girls and kept everyone laughing. A few times we went outside for a smoke and he told more stories about his life. I didn’t remember how we approached that topic but he shared that once on a party in college when he felt asleep some guy tried to undo his pants and jerk him off. But Andrew woke up and made him suck his cock. Later that ‘faggot’ — as Andrew called him — begged to be fucked so much that he actually did it. After listening to that story I had to adjust the growing bulge in my pants and after getting home that night I came twice, scrolling over Andrew’s instagram and imagining him doing to me all the things he did to that college fag. Over the next weeks, we met again a few times and each time it was more of a challenge for me not to stare at Andrew’s bulging muscles.

Once while drinking beer, girls began to praise his physique and Andrew flexed his arms to bring everyone in awe. I didn’t remember how it came to that but the girl started to arm wrestle with him. Everybody laughed because naturally they were not even close to him. Once or twice he let some of them win. But then he put his arm on the table and looked at me, “How about you?” I hesitated. I knew I had no chance against him but everyone was watching, so I went for it. We locked our arms together and I started to push but his arm didn’t even seem to budge. “Try harder”, he whispered. I pushed with all the strength I had but still nothing. Looking at Andrew’s face, he didn’t even seem to be trying. He watched as I struggled, with a shy grin on his face. “Ok, it’s time to finish”, and with a swift motion my hand touched the table. Andrew continued telling some of his stories like nothing happened and nobody seemed to pay any attention to my humiliation. After all it was quite obvious who was going to win. I rubbed my hand and took a sip of beer to calm my heart beating. Under the table my pants were bulging an obvious tent.

Yesterday, I was casually scrolling over grindr, looking up for some hot conversations (to be honest, I was too shy and scared to actually meet up with anyone, so I had no prior experience with men). Suddenly I got a new message notification, “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here”. My heart started beating faster as I scanned the profile of that guy. I immediately recognise his profile picture, although the face was covered with an emoji. It was the same shirtless picture of Andrew standing on the beach with his arms crossed over his chest, which I saw on his instagram profile. I was genuinely scared because I had never told anyone I know about my weird sexual preferences that were listed on my page — domination, muscle worship, humiliation... Before I could come up with a response, I got another message from him, “I notice how you always stare at me when we hang out. How about meeting at my place tomorrow? You wouldn’t be disappointed” and a grinning smile at the end.

I read the message a few times and tried to process what was happening. With trembling hands I typed the answer. I had to delete it a few times, trying to make it sound more natural and not so desperate. “Hi! It’s a surprise for me too. I think I can make it tomorrow”, I checked it again and hit the ‘send’ button. After a few seconds he sent me his address and another message, “See you tomorrow at 8 pm! Don’t even think about jerking off till then”.

***

Andrew let my inside his apartment and offered a drink, pointing to a few different bottles of alcohol on the coffee table.

“Wow, you have a complete mini bar here”, I said trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Yeah, friends always bring something when they come over”

“Fuck, I almost forgot”, I pulled out a bottle of rum from my backpack, “It’s not like I’m with empty hands” I laughed but there was a bit of nervousness in my voice that gave me out.

“Hahah, you deserve a special treatment” he winked at me and took the bottle from my hands. “So you’re a rum guy. How about a rum mixed with ginger ale and lime?”

“Sounds good”

It sounded like a casual conversation of two friends that met to chill out but in reality I was totally freaking out. I put my backpack down and took a seat on the bar stool next to the kitchen island, “Do you need any help?”

“No, I got it” Andrew replied while opening the fridge to grab a lime and ginger ale. After carefully pouring the drinks in tall glasses he cut the lime and squeezed it in, his biceps bulging as he did that. He glanced at me with a cocky smirk, “A little prelude for you” and laughed, while hanging me one of the glasses.

We moved to the couch and Andrew turned on some music. I sat on the opposite side, trying to keep some distance.

“So, you’re into domination and muscle worship?” his eyes locked on mine and I felt a chill run down my spine.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“Actually, I suspected that you’re a submissive one from the first moment I met you. It’s so easy to read guys like you”. He moved on the couch, getting closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders, “Relax a bit, you shouldn’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you” he squeezed my shoulder.

“Sorry, it’s just… it’s all new for me”.

“It’s ok. I’m gonna guide you,” Andrew raised his opposite arm and flexed his bicep. “You like it, don’t you?” He didn’t need to hear my answer and continued, “Touch it. How it feels?”

I placed my hand on the bulging muscle and felt a rush of excitement. My hand barely able to cover a half of it. “It’s so firm”.

“Hahah, it is. Show me what you have”

I copied him and flexed my arm but it was a far cry from his massive bicep. Andrew easily grabbed it with his single hand and squeezed. “Not bad, boy”. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I felt a bulge through the fabric of his shorts. But then he moved it underneath the bottom of his shirt. “Go on, you can explore this body”

I run my fingers over the defined abs covered with hair, while enjoying the strong musk from his warm body. His hands cupped my butt and he started to squeeze it through my pants. As my own hands moved further up together with his shirt, I touched the meaty pecs. Andrew flexed them, letting them bounce up and down under my palms. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side of the couch, letting me explore his upper body without any barriers. His chest looked like two massive pillows covered with dark fur. I rubbed my hands over them. His hand touched the back of my head and pushed me right into the valley between those two mountains of muscles. “Take a deep breath”, he whispered. “Feel it”. Thick hairs tickled my smooth face as I inhaled deeply, letting the strong musky scent fill my nostrils. I began to kiss his chest, licking the soft skin. Then I found a nipple and continued working on it. Andrew’s hands were still exploring my butt cheeks, sending strokes through my body every time he squeezed them.

“You’re so hungry, boy”, Andrew said with a note of amusement in his voice.

I looked up at him, probably looking like a puppy, “You’re so hot. I hope you don’t mind”.

“Not at all”, he smiled and raised me up, so our eyes were just a few inches apart. Then suddenly for me his lips touched mine and his tongues slid into my mouth. The world around me melted away. The kiss was soft and gentle but also so overpowering. For the first time I realised that I was at his full mercy. He could do anything he wanted with me and I wouldn’t be able to resist. I felt so helpless but also very safe. I knew, or at least I hoped, that he would never hurt me.

Andrew finally broke the kiss, “I wanna see you naked”.

He pulled off my shirt and let me stand up to take my pants off. It was just a quick moment and I stood there in front of him with my pants lying down on the couch. I hesitated for a moment, our eyes met and his gaze slid down to my briefs, “Completely naked” he added.

And just like that my underwear disappeared in a swift motion. He slowly inspected me with his intense gaze, making me feel fragile and vulnerable. My rock hard five inches pointed to the ceiling. I hadn’t jerked off for three days now. I actually wanted to that yesterday as I received the message from Andrew but he forbade me to do so and I decided to play along, although I most certainly knew that he wouldn’t find out if I didn’t Nevertheless I obeyed and after worshipping his body I was ready to explode any moment.

“Hahah, you’re so horny,” Andrew stood up, towering over me, and pulled his shorts off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his massive tool hang freely between his thighs. “Let’s see something,” he went to the drawer and pulled out a measuring tape. He squated in front of me and his palm encircled my cock. The cold metal touched against the base of my cock and he stretched the tape out to the tip, “Just over five inches” he read aloud. He then handed it to me, “You know what to do”, and he stood out straight.

I hesitated for a moment. “Go on, it doesn’t bite”, Andrew added. I carefully repeated the process with his massive tool. It was still flacid but even in that state it was still bigger than my erect. “Five and a half”, I said looking at the tape in disbelief.

“And not even hard yet”, Andrew chuckled. He enjoyed the humiliation that filled me at that moment. “How about that?” he flexed his bicep again, just a few inches away from my face, “Measure it too”.

I stretched the tape around his arm, pressing one end to the side of his rock hard muscle. “Nineteen,” I said in awe, “Wow, you’re huge”.

“Thanks, but there’s still enough space to progress”

Andrew picked me up under my armpits and in a swift motion threw me over his shoulder like I weighted nothing, “Let’s move to the bedroom”. He headed to the door on the opposite side of the room, pushed it with his foot and when inside threw me on the huge bed. He got on his four and crawled on top of me, his face inches from mine. “Now, I’m gonna finally take care of you” he whispered in my ear. He reached out for a lube on the bedside table, squeezed it on his palm and rubbed it all over his cock.

“Wait, I don’t think I’m ready”, I said, my voice trembling. “I’d never done this before”.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna go slow”, his hand slid down between my thighs and his fingers touched my butthole, “Relax”. I felt a cold rush of fear as he massaged my hole and then his finger slipped inside. He slowly moved it in and out, then pushed two fingers in. It hurt a bit and I winced. “Easy”, his another hand slide over my torso and stopped on my chest. His fingers continued stretching me out, while I tried to relax and enjoy the moment. Than he took them out and I felt his cock touching my hole. “Ready?” he whispered, leaning over me. I nodded, even though I wasn’t.

His shaft slid into me slowly, the pain filled my body. “No! Stop!” I shouted, my body tensed up, “Please! I can’t”

“Take a deep breath”, he whispered, “and now slowly exhale”. I did so and his cock slipped deeper inside of me. His pubes touched my balls — he was all the way in.

“See, it doesn’t hurt that much, does it?”

“No,” I whispered, although a few tears slid down my face.

Andrew moved his hips slowly pulling out and pushing back in. He was so gentle but it still hurt me. He started moving faster with pain filling my body. I whined and begged him to stop but his hand slid to my neck and he squeezed it slightly, holding me in place. The pace was getting higher, Andrew’s massive chest hang over me, his sweat dropping down on me, tears filled my eyes and I moaned in agony. I felt so helpless, trapped and overwhelmed. “No, I can’t take it anymore”, I cried but he didn’t listen. He kept going, faster and faster. Every time the head of his shaft kicked against my prostate, a wave of pleasure mixed with pain ran through my body. It was a strange sensation that I had never felt before. I lost the filling of time, the whole world around me melted away and all I could fill was HIM. HE was the only one who mattered. HE owned me.

I felt like eternity before he did his final thrust and let out a loud grunt. His cock pulsed inside of me and bursted out, filling me with his hot cum. Shot after shot, I lost the count of them. It felt like my belly was about to explode. Finally it stopped. Without taking his cock out of me, Andrew’s massive body collapsed on top of me, pushing me deep into the mattress. His lips found mine and he started kissing me, his tongue again in my mouth. I struggled with his weight on top of me but I didn’t want that moment to stop. Finally he broke the kiss and rolled off me. His cock slipped out of me, leaving me feeling empty and sore. A few drops of his cum dripped down from my ass.

“That was great”, Andrew’s voice broke the silence in the room. “You enjoyed it?”

“Yes. It was… amazing”, I couldn’t find words to describe what I felt. My whole body felt numb, my cock was flaccid and covered with a bit of sticky cum, and my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. “I never felt anything like that before” I turned to the side, looking at him. Andrew just smiled, holding his hands behind his head, exposing his ripe hairy armpits. I hesitated for a moment, “Is it ok, if I move closer to you?” I felt how my cheeks blushed.

“After all we did?” Andrew chuckled, “Sure”

I crawled closer to him and threw my arm around his massive chest, hugging him and feeling the warmth of his body. I didn’t notice how I drifted off to sleep.

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Recently our department received a new boss. He was a handsome 6'4" tall muscular man in his late twenties (just a few years older than I was). Despite his young age he was natural in his new position. At first our older colleagues weren't happy about being bossed around by someone so young but he quickly established his leadership and gained their respect.

One day my new boss Adam invited me into his office to talk about my work. During the conversation I couldn't stop glancing at his massive arms that stretched the tight fabric of his shirt, whenever he moved them. Light spots of sweat under his armpits made me even more hornier and I realised my small dicklet was already half hard. I moved my legs, praying that he wouldn't notice it.

At some point he made a longer pause, "Are you all right? You seem a bit disconnected". He caught my gaze pointing at his bicep and a little smirk appeared on his face.

"No, I'm ok. Sorry", my answer didn't sound confident.

Adam leant back in his chair and raised his arms, putting his hands behind his head, "I see what you're distracted by", the smirk didn't go from his face. He stood up and walked around the desk. "I've noticed you've been checking me from the first day we met. I immediately knew you were a little faggot, hungry for attention".

His words caught me completely off guard and I was too stoned to respond. He leant back against the table, grabbed my hand and laid it on his thigh. His big hand led my small one over his thigh up to the crotch, without breaking the eye contact. But as my hand was about to reach the desired spot, he stopped, "Not so fast", his voice sounded more commanding than ever. "Stand up".

Without having a second thought I obeyed immediately.

Adam let my hand go and instead put his finger under my chin, "Take off my shirt".

I nodded my head but immediately received a light patting on my cheek. It didn't hard physically but the feeling of humiliation was much stronger.

"You're supposed to answer when I give you commands"

"I'm sorry," my voice was trembling.

Another slap on my cheek, this time harder. "SIR", he corrected me.

"I'm sorry, Sir"

"That's better. Now go on"

"Yes, Sir", I moved my hands to his top button and started undoing them.

As I opened his shirt completely and peeled back the fabric, Adam’s muscular, shredded body was revealed — each muscle defined and bulging with power. I hesitated for a short moment but his gaze said “Go on”. My hands touched his chest, feeling the warmth and the firmness beneath my palms. His skin was hot, the muscles hard yet yielding slightly under my touch.

“You like it?”

“Yes… Sir. You’re… incredibly”, I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Show me how you appreciate it”

I leaned in, pressing my lips against the soft skin of his chest and licking around his aroused nipples. The natural scent of his body was intoxicating.

“Lower”, he said, and I complied. My lips trailed down his abs, feeling each ridge and valley, covered with short hairs. Adam’s hand found the back of my head, guiding me but not forcing, letting me worship at my own pace, until I reached the metal buckle of his belt.

I looked up at him with a submissive gaze asking for permission to continue but he smirked and shook his head slightly, “Not so fast, boy”. With a fluid motion, he shrugged off his shirt completely, letting it fall on the table behind him. His arms, now fully exposed, were a sight to behold. He raised one arm, flexing his bicep and revealing his hairy armpit, and commanded, “Smell it. Show me how much you want this”.

I straightened up and moved closer, my senses overwhelmed by the raw masculinity emanating from him. His armpit was a mix of sweat and cologne. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils got filled with his strong musk. I started kissing gently, feeling his wet hair against my face.

“Good boy. Now worship them,” he raised both of his arms and flexed his bulging biceps.

I moved to his biceps, my lips and hands exploring the hard, warm muscle. I kissed and licked each one, feeling the strength beneath my touch. As I worshipped his arms, his hands began to explore my body. His large hands roamed over my back, down to my waist, feeling the contrast between his muscular build and my more petite frame.

"You're so small compared to me," he murmured, almost to himself, as his fingers dug slightly into my flesh, pulling me closer. His other hand came up to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, my voice thick with desire and submission. His hands continued their exploration, occasionally gripping tighter, asserting his dominance, while I continued to lavish attention on his biceps, feeling the power in every muscle.

Adam’s hand slowly found the back of my head and he pulled me away from him, “Enough. It’s time to go further down”, he stood up, still holding my head in place and guided me to the small couch in the corner of the room. He sat down and gestured me to the floor in front of him, while undoing his pants. He pulled them down, revealing tight trunks, the fabric barely able to contain the bulge that was now evident. In another quick motion the trunks were pulled down to his ankles too. His manhood was now fully revealed. It was as imposing as the rest of him, thick and standing proudly, a monument of his dominance.

With a firm but gentle pressure, Adam guided my head closer. I opened my lips and he slowly penetrated my mouth, stretching it out, until I almost gagged. “It’s not all,” he pulled back, waited for a few second and pushed his member deeper into my throat. “Good boy,” he praised me as my nose touched his abs.

I moved my head back and forth, his hand still on the back of my head, controlling the pace, my tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting his saltiness and feeling all the contours of it.

My own arousal was undeniable, the act of submitting to him, of being used for his pleasure, was a mix of humiliation and ecstasy. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes, seeing the lust and power there, and it only fueled my desire to please him more, to be his in this moment.

Adam's breathing became more erratic, his grip tightening in my hair. "Don't stop," he managed to say, his voice strained with impending release. I continued, driven by his commands and my own need to serve, to feel his power over me, until I felt him tense. A low, primal groan escaped his lips as he released into my mouth. The war, salty juice filling my mouth, flowing down my throat, warming me from the inside with a sense of his complete dominance over me.

“Swallow,” he commanded. I did as told.

When he finished, Adam looked down at me, his chest heaving, his eyes still burning with desire. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and commanded me to clean it up. I had no other choice than to comply, carefully licking up every last drop of his cum, feeling a mix of disgust and arousal at the same time. Once I was done, Adam pushed me away with his foot. His gaze quickly fall down to my pants where a noticeable wet spot had formed. “Looks like someone enjoyed this as much as I did,” he chuckled.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” I managed to say, feeling a flush of embarrassment.

“You shouldn’t be sorry for that, boy. It’s your natural reaction to the alpha man and a little faggot like you can’t control it,” he stood up and patted my cheek. “But I’m gonna teach you to serve me better. But that’s later. Now go and clean yourself up and get back to work”.