A gay sex stories: Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 04 This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.
Read the chapter 1 here: https://literotica.com/s/becoming-the-man-of-the-house-1
LEO
At 7:45 am, I arrived at The Viking’s Temple, the gym owned by my coach, Thomas. As I walked in, I noticed Aaron behind the reception desk. He greeted me with a forced smile, his eyes betraying a hint of resentment. I couldn’t help but recall the events of last night when I fucked his best friend, Hamid. It seemed that Aaron still harbored feelings for me, despite me ignoring the majority of his messages.
Undeterred by Aaron’s reaction, I continued on, making my way towards the training area. Thomas caught sight of me, and a smile spread across his face. He knew I had been absent the entire night. Sensing a conversation brewing, I approached him.
“Good morning, man,” I greeted him, returning his smile.
“Ah, there you are,” Thomas replied, his voice filled with warmth. “You’re looking refreshed today. Everything alright?”
I chuckled softly. “I had a bit of a great night. Needed some time away, you know? But I’m ready to get back into training.”
Coach Thomas nodded knowingly; his gaze filled with understanding. “Sometimes, a change of scenery can do wonders for the mind and body. Later, at home, I wanna hear the details. Are you prepared to train hard?”
“I am,” I assured him, appreciating his supportive nature. “I’m here to give it my all.” The gym had always been a place where I pushed myself to new limits. I hoped that today’s session would help clear my mind and refocus my energies.
Thomas was a towering figure, with a muscular frame, a thick beard, and an abundance of tattoos that adorned his skin. He was the epitome of strength and determination, owning his presence like a true Viking warrior. The Viking’s Temple was not just a gym; it was a sanctuary where iron and sweat forged jocks.
I looked up to Thomas, not just because he was my mentor, but also because he had earned his place through sheer hard work and dedication. Deep down, I knew that my own journey would eventually lead me to challenge his status. My muscles grew, and my physique took on a form that was beginning to rival Thomas’. But this change was not lost on him. The fear of being surpassed by his own protégé was evident.
When he learnt my cock was much bigger than his own, a new chapter began in our relationship. We were both 100% tops, competing for the same audience, both wanting to fuck each other in the ass. There was an undeniable attraction. He was much more experienced than I was, better known, with an unshakable reputation. All that and he had the hottest ass I had ever seen, but versatility was out of question.
On that day I joined him for our intense chest and triceps training session at The Viking’s Temple. We began with a series of push-ups, the floor beneath us supporting our weight as our muscles engaged with each repetition. I could feel the veins in my arms and chest rising to the surface, like intricate roadmaps guiding the flow of blood within me. The muscles bulged beneath my gym clothes, which I had borrowed from Eric this morning.
Moving on to the bench press, as I settled beneath the bar, Thomas took his position directly behind me, ready to act as my spotter should I need assistance lifting the heavy weight above my chest. I gripped the bar tightly and began pushing upwards, grunting heavily as I lifted the weight until my arms shook with effort. With Thomas providing encouragement and moral support, I continued pressing upward, determined to set a personal best record during this routine.
However, halfway through my third rep, I noticed a curious expression flicker across Thomas’ face. Glancing down, I saw that the shorts I was wearing were stretched thin by the immense bulk of my thighs and groin, causing my briefs to strain precariously against my flesh. It formed a very generous bulge, much beyond what could reasonably pass as average human size.
Despite Thomas telling me before “I don’t care for dicks, only mine”, I noticed his eyes frequently darted towards my crotch area, sometimes filled with confusion or envy, almost like he felt sad not possessing such size himself. Seeing the effect my cock had on him, I had to control myself not to get an erection right then and there. It would be a little embarrassing as those shorts could not contain the size of it hard.
In contrast to his usual unyielding and confident behavior, Thomas seemed to falter. I noticed a slight tremble in his hands as he spotted me, his gaze fixed on my every lift. It was as if he recognized the threat I posed to his long-held position as the Alpha. The unspoken tension between us grew more palpable with each set, heightening the rivalry that simmered beneath the surface.
He asked for a five-minute break. I took the opportunity to answer a message from Eric, Aaron’s boyfriend, who I had finally met the night before. Five years older than me, I thought Eric was a nice guy, with some potential for us to be friends. He proposed a business partnership that I thought would be very profitable for me. In a town with men of Thomas’ caliber, Eric was relegated to a secondary role. But he had his qualities and could be a good sidekick.
Thomas came back looking more relaxed. He had splashed water on his face. We transitioned to triceps exercises, focusing on overhead extensions and dips. As we concluded our training session, both of us drenched in sweat, our chests heaving with exertion, Thomas and I exchanged a nod of acknowledgement. The camaraderie that had once defined our bond now mingled with a newfound sense of rivalry.
I said goodbye to him, wanting to go home, eat something and take a shower. But I was surprised by his reply: “I am going with you. I took the day off.” We would return home at the same time. By motorcycle, he arrived earlier.
As soon as we entered the house, Thomas showed me a box placed on top of a table, containing bottles of water, energy drinks, bars, supplements, and pre-cut fruits ready to refuel after a tough session. Close to the window, there was another table holding several containers filled with cooked food, all perfectly balanced macronutrients meals designed to repair damaged muscles. In the kitchen cupboard, a pitcher filled with frothy protein milkshakes made from fresh dairy, natural sweeteners, and powdered supplements promising fast muscle growth.
When we finished drinking the protein shakes, Thomas took me to my room. Just the night before, while I was gone, he had installed a giant mirror so I could practice posing. He took off his tank top and asked me to take mine off. His chest was absurd, even bigger than mine.
In front of the mirror, I stood alongside Thomas as he taught me the art of posing. His body was a testament to years of dedication and hard work, every muscle perfectly sculpted. I watched in awe as he effortlessly transitioned from one pose to another, commanding the mirror with his presence.
“Watch closely, Leo,” Thomas said, his voice authoritative. “This is how you emphasize the chest. Stand tall, shoulders back, and flex your pecs.” I mimicked his movements, trying my best to replicate his powerful stance. Thomas nodded approvingly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and a hint of something else. It was as if he wanted to convey his superiority, to remind me that I still had a long way to go.
“These poses will be the foundation of your routine,” he continued, his voice carrying a subtle edge. “Practice them until they become second nature. You need to own the stage, Leo.” He demonstrated me some poses. Thomas was much better than my former coach in Colombia. Then, satisfied with the result, he gave me a new towel and told me to take a shower. I went to the social bathroom, but he told me to take a shower in his room, that he had prepared the bathtub for me. “You deserve it, champ.”
The whole day was special. At evening, he opened up about his achievements, sharing stories of his favorite tattoos and the meanings behind them: “I got this tattoo after I won my first weight lifting competition,” Thomas said, pointing to a Norse mythology design on his bicep. “It’s a reminder of the hard work and dedication that brought me here.” I admired the intricate ink, tracing my finger along the lines. “It’s incredible, Thomas.”
A fleeting silence hung in the air, and then Thomas shifted the conversation, delving into more personal topics. He spoke of encounters he had with other men, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and nostalgia.
“You know, Leo,” he began, his gaze fixed on some distant memory. “I’ve had my fair share of experiences. Go after the things you enjoy. I know you look up to me and I’m glad to be in your mentor’s position. If your pectorals get nearly as muscular as mine, I would feel I did a good job. But make no mistake. It is a long way.”
I nodded, sensing the unspoken message behind his words. It was as if Thomas wanted to emphasize his position, to make it clear that I was not yet on his level. But beneath that facade, I could perceive a hint of insecurity, a fear that my rising potential could threaten his own legacy. So, I decided to check if my suspicions were right.
As the night fell, Thomas took charge of preparing a mixed balanced dinner for both of us. The enticing aroma of grilled chicken and roasted vegetables filled the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. He moved around the kitchen with confidence, his muscular frame clad only in a pair of boxers and a thick necklace that accentuated his rugged masculinity. His ass was a standout.
“Leo, grab some plates, will you?” he called out, his voice carrying a tone of warmth and familiarity.
I was in my room, in white briefs, and I came out like that. The idea of watching the game on the couch with him, two males only in underwear, made me horny. I placed the plates on the coffee table in front of the television.
In silence, we ate everything, leaving the plates on the coffee table. The game was about to start, and we settled onto the sofa, our bodies slightly touching. The briefs hugging my toned thighs accentuated my powerful quads while highlighting the prominent bulge beneath. Without hesitation, I casually placed my left hand on my own bulging crotch area and leaned over to Thomas, smiling knowingly. “Hey,” I whispered, “you feelin’ alright?”
I could tell he was checking out my cock because every time our eyes met, he would quickly look away. Thomas tried to act nonchalant, but I could see him subtly shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to hide his growing erection. He finally cleared his throat and replied, “Yeah, everything’s fine.” But the heat in his voice betrayed his true feelings.
We continued watching the game together, but now there was a new tension in the air. We both knew that something was brewing beneath the surface, waiting to explode into action if given half a chance. I decided to give him a clearer view of my bulge by opening my legs slightly wider, causing them to brush against his knee.
“Pass me the water, Thomas,” I immediately said, reaching out my hands towards him. He handed me the bottle, our fingers briefly touching. I brought the cool liquid to my lips. He was trying to hide his erection, but he was no Eric. Thomas’ cock was thick. Seeing him sweating was just what I needed to ask him the next question: “So, do you wanna know who I fucked last night?”
“Wel… you can tell me…” he replied, trying to downplay his curiosity.
“I fucked your brother’s boyfriend, Hamid,” I confessed to him. After I shared my intimate encounter with his younger brother’s ex, Thomas couldn’t help but bring up their shared history together. In his typical boastful demeanor, he bragged about his previous fucks with Hamid, implying a sense of superiority over our mutual connection.
“He didn’t know me back then,” I fired back. He replied: “He prefers Daddy types. It is his reputation.” But his eyes darted nervously towards my briefs. For some reason, the banter and the implicit competition turned us on. My cock was springing to attention, yearning to burst forth from the briefs. the head and part of the shaft were already way past the waistband of the briefs. Thomas was looking at it.
I smirked, then also looked down at my own briefs. “He also said…”, I drawled, pulling aside the soft cotton fabric, revealing the long, thick shape poorly hidden within, “…that he was tight because I was his first thick cock.” With my right hand, I pulled the elastic of my underwear down, causing my hard cock to reach a height above my navel. I adjusted it to the left, letting it snap back into place, knowing full well the effect it would have on the muscular Viking. Then I held up the bottle beside my crotch, my bulge dwarfing the object, while making direct contact with Thomas. Then I gave the bottle back to him.
He held the bottle firmly. “Will you drink it?” I asked. He suppressed a gasp, before putting the bottle on the floor, lost in thoughts. I guess he was trying to keep his composure. “You don’t have to worry about me,” he then snapped back, flashing a grin full of mischief, “I have plenty of girth to fill a hole.” He then pulled his cock out of his boxers. His girth was indeed impressive. If not by me, he could easily be the thickest in any room. “Let’s see who cums first.” I also pulled my entire cock out of the briefs.
We forgot about the game. We just stayed there, appreciating our bodies, looking at each other like two bros, side by side, but not touching. Each one began stroking his own cock up and down in perfect unison. I could not resist reaching out to trace the contours of Thomas’ massive pecs with my fingertips. Without missing a beat, I turned to Thomas. “Want to give my cock a feel?”
He hesitated for a split second, but his curiosity won out. He tentatively reached out, caressing the base of my cock before giving it a stroke. I let lose a deep moan. I had made it. The dominating top who told me he didn’t care about cocks was crazy about mine. I encouraged him to feel every vein and ridge. He explored it, slowing down, or picking up speed under my directions. “Do it like this… like that,” I was enjoying giving him instructions. His newfound role made me want to be more verbal, but I guess he was not prepared to cross this line.
After some time there, some thought made him abruptly stop that ritual. He withdrew his hand from my cock and looked at me. “Your turn,” he said, tilting his cock slightly forward, as if for me to wrap around it with my hand.” I politely declined. “Sorry man, it is not my thing. I don’t care about cocks.” I was using those words, his words, to establish a difference between us. He was willing to serve my dick, I wouldn’t reciprocate.
“I just did it, man. Come on, return the favor.” He was in disbelief, meeting me with cold disinterest.
“Don’t worry, coach, nobody will ever know how much you enjoyed touching it.”
“No. You need to do it. It would mean so much to me, Leo. Do it. I touched yours, now touch mine, you brat,” he raised his voice.
“Hard pass. You were great doing it though. Seemed like a pro.” I opened my left palm, held my cock in my right hand, and slammed my cock hard against my palm four times.
I don’t know if it was during the smacking noises of my cock against my palm or if it was right after, but the fact is that Thomas finally came. I also did it, right away, proud of the effect I had on him.
We stayed for a brief ten seconds with our bodies smeared with cum, when Thomas decided to quickly dress his boxers and go to his bedroom. “Rest, boy. Tomorrow training will be more intense,” he said. Calling me boy again. Would he ever learn? As he left, I saw his strong glutes flexed with each step he took, sending ripples through his firm thighs. It was a perfect rear, which I knew I would soon breed. He would learn yes, even if it was the hardest way possible.
THOMAS
I couldn’t accept the situation Leo had put me in during our side-by-side hand job. I hadn’t planned any of this, but the attraction got the better of me. I went to sleep tormented by the idea that he didn’t want to touch my dick, after I had touched his. What an idiot I was, allowing that turn of events. The experienced Dom Top was me; the youngling was an amateur.
Next morning, we were supposed to train legs and I decided to kick things up a notch. I wanted to show him how far I had come. I decided to demonstrate him my lifting abilities. After he did some exercises in the leg press machine, I turned to him. “Alright, Leo, prepare to be amazed. Watch how much weight I can handle.” I avoided looking at his bulge at all costs, lest I get distracted. It worked. I had mixed feelings about training so hard in front of him. I wanted to inspire him, but part of me also wanted him to feel belittled.
We established a routine throughout this week. Training in the morning, in the afternoon we played video games and took turns doing housework. Fighting games were our favorites for stopping house care. Lots and lots of rounds of man versus man. I always played as the tallest bearded muscular guy, he always played as the handsome main character.
I commented that our physiques resembled those of the characters we’d always chosen, an observation he was pleased with. My character’s massive frame reflected my own. Leo’s character as was muscular as him, but seemed to forever take the role of apprentice, traveling around to get better techniques. I felt content with the comparison.
Our jerk off session became restricted to that sole event on Monday night. The reason behind this was that Leo was going out every night with Hamid, my sub Hassan’s brother. Of course, Hamid had also been my sub before, and I had tons of messages of him showing me his hole, begging for another fuck. He still called me Sir.
Therefore, a sese of triumph mingled with my emotions, altering my perspective of the situation. Leo was taking my leftovers and I was fucking the hotter brother. All of this secured me a position of authority, the dominant figure in our social circle.
Motivated by this sense of power, I invited all of them, Leo, Hamid and Hassan, to the National Big Thicket Preserve. In my mind, Hamid and Hassan would bond again and I would further solidify my influence over the group. I already knew where to camp and what to do, so I expected loyalty, obedience and a chance for Leo to further prove himself as my apprentice.
On Saturday, our group of two couples decided to travel there ensuring an exhilarating and open-air experience throughout their trip. Hassan and I rode our own motorbikes, as we always did. Leo offered Hamid a ride on Eric’s car, borrowed one night before. I hated Eric and I hated knowing Leo had somehow bonded with him.
The journey from Dallas to Big Thicket National Preserve was filled with picturesque landscapes and scenic routes. Our group roared through the Texan countryside, passing rolling hills, quaint towns, and sprawling farmland. Arriving at 12 pm at the Big Thicket, we hiked and set off on scenic trails, until settling into our own campsite, hopefully away from other people.
At night, around the campfire, we shared stories and commented on non-controversial themes. I truly felt like the leader of the pack. But it all changed when Hamid decided to bring out a new topic. He mentioned he read on a magazine about a research that concluded men’s penises are getting bigger, meaning his and Leo’s generation is more well-endowed.
“I don’t think there’s any scientific evidence for that claim,” I dismissed. “Pfft, please. You kids and your dumb magazines full of lies. Don’t know how anyone takes those seriously anyway.”
But Hamid insisted: “Well, I can vouch for Leo at least! His cock is much bigger than two men in their 30s,” referring to me and Hassan. “And I also happen to be bigger than my big bro,” he said, pointing to Hassan.
This infuriated me. I glared at Hamid, barely containing my annoyance. “Can we drop this subject already?” But Leo intervened, seemingly unfazed. “I mean, if I had the smaller penis, I wouldn’t bring attention to it either.” Things got even worse than I expected. Hassan nudged Leo and said with a sly grin, “You know, Leo, I actually prefer bigger packages. I don’t mind being teased.”
I tried my hardest to change the subject, and I succeeded when I started talking to Hassan about new motorbike releases. My tranquility had returned. When I realized that sex talk was dead, I went to take a piss in a more distant area. I was happy, the two Persian brothers finally reconnecting. Tonight, it was about my accomplishments.
When I was returning, from afar, I noticed that Hamid was not near the fire either. Hassan and Leo were left alone. I was curious to know what they were talking about, so I decided to approach without them noticing.
To my surprise, my sub Hassan couldn’t resist but comment on Leo’s impressive physique and well-endowed frame. “I am actually curious to see how thick and long that thing is,” said Hassan with a smirk, looking at Leo’s cock. “I see the bulge, I remembering your words telling us that is bigger than the fucking 10 inches dildo… I am sorry, I know it is inappropriate, you living with Thomas and all that, but I… I like it huge.”
Leo was clearly enjoying the attention from Hassan: “You have a great ass, a great body, but I would only fuck you if Thomas was up for it. He would have to be involved somehow.”
“This is what saddens me,” Hassan replied. “He sees himself as a 100% dominant top. He would never accept these situations.”
What was once a peaceful outing now simmered with jealousy and rivalry. I had explicitly told Leo to stay away from Hassan. I decided to let them know I was listening to it. It was time for Leo to learn his lesson. And Hassan too. I was the strongest there and they would obey me.
Furiously, I approached them and stood by the fire. “Leo,” I said firmly. “You better not touch my slave.” Hassan was the first to be startled. “Sorry Sir, I misbehaved. Spare Leo, please.” Suddenly, everything changed as I grabbed Leo fiercely by the arm pulling him away from the fire, causing the pot to spill its contents onto the dirt below.
“What the fuck?” Leo exclaimed, still startled by the suddenness of things. By then, I was speaking through gritted teeth: “Don’t you ever lay your hands on my sub! I’m already letting you fuck his brother, you see, boy, because if I showed you the messages he used to send me…”. I was as if possessed by a spirit of rage.
Leo spat on the ground and got up: “You look like a loser. Is that bitchy reaction because you saw your boyfriend trying to cuckold you?”
This enraged me beyond the limits. I grabbed Leo by the collar of his tank top and gave him a throw, sending him flying into one of the large trees nearby. “Are you insane?” he replied. I guess Leo was scared. Hamid arrived and ran to his direction. This allowed Leo to regain momentum. Leo quickly jumped back into action after rubbing his cheek and charged towards me ready to strike. In return, I gave him a kick to the stomach forcing Leo to bend down.
“Why don’t we make a bet?” I proposed. Whoever wins a fight between us can demand whatever they want from the other, as long as it’s not sexual. Fair play. Are you prepared to lose, faggot?”
With a sudden burst of energy, I lunged forward, my fist aimed at Leo’s jaw. Leo swiftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blow. He retaliated me with a lightning-fast jab, his knuckles meeting my abdomen with a resounding thud. I winced, feeling the impact reverberate through his body, but remained determined to prove my superiority. I just wanted him to beg me to stop. This was not a fighting game, where David-types can beat Goliath-types. I knew I was disproportionately much stronger than Leo.
Leo managed to evade my attack with a nimble twist of his body. The Persian brothers were shouting for us to stop, but they didn’t intervene directly. My desire to prove my superiority fueled me, but Leo matched me blow for blow. Each movement echoed, and the sound of our heavy breathing mingled with the Persian brothers cheering or demanding we stopped.
As the fight between us escalated, my frustration got the better of him. i lost control of my emotions, abandoning the rules of fair combat. Seizing an opportunity, I lunged forward with a sudden burst of aggression, resorting to dirty tactics in an attempt to gain the upper hand.
Leo, caught off guard by my unexpected shift in strategy, momentarily faltered, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “What the hell, Thomas?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and disappointment. “This isn’t how we train. Have some respect.” But I ignored Leo’s plea for fairness. My mind clouded with anger and envy, disregarding any semblance of sportsmanship. I reached for a nearby rope that Hassan had brought for camping, intending to use it to gain an advantage.
As I lunged towards him, Leo’s instincts kicked in. In a display of agility, he swiftly dodged the attack, causing me to stumble next to a tree. Sensing an opportunity to neutralize the situation, Leo moved swiftly, seizing the rope from my grasp.
With a calm determination, Leo looped the rope skillfully around my limbs, immobilizing me. His movements were precise, ensuring that I was securely bound to the sturdy trunk of the tree, unable to escape or cause further harm. He tied me like a captured prey. I struggled against the restraints, my muscles pulsating with frustration and rage. As Hassan was well aware, I had a lot of experience with bondage, obviously never being tied down.
Leo stepped back, his gaze steady, yet tinged with a mix of sadness and concern. “Thomas, this isn’t who you are,” he said, his voice carrying a note of compassion. “You let your jealousy get the best of you. We can’t continue like this.”
I now found myself rendered immobile, my expression transforming from defiance to a mixture of disbelief and indignation. I struggled against the ropes, my muscles straining against the constraints, but it was in vain. Leo’s knots held strong, effectively restraining me.
Bound to the tree, I glared back at Leo, my muscles still pulsating from the intensity of my attempts to break free. “You think you can control me? Just try it,” my voice laced with defiance.
Before anyone could say anything further, Leo stood tall, proud. He took off his now dirty black tank top. “Hassan, come here. Come see why this bounded bitch is having tantrums.”
Ignoring my threats, Hassan positioned himself in front of him, kneeling. I could see Leo’s left side and Hassan’s right. Without saying a word, Leo slowly lowered his pants. Pulling his cock out, Leo was prepared for the big reveal. Hassan was not.
His member, so thick and long, hung heavily, flaccid yet still massive, with every vein pulsating. It was brown, each strand of hair around his groin looked manly, offering a faint preview of what this behemoth looked like when fully erected. Leo’s majestic cock stretched past seven inches of raw power and virility, looking plumper than ever.
“That’s fucking huuuuge! I thought Hamid was exaggerating…”
Hassan leaned forward, cupping Leonardo’s cock with both hands and running his thumb along the base. Suddenly, without warning, he grasped the bottom edge of Leo’s foreskin with his other hand and lifted the loose folds back, revealing the whole head of Leonardo’s penis, its entire circumference. “It is big!” Leo caressed Hassan’s hair. “Yeah it is very big,” bragging.
“Share it with your brother.” With that gentle appeal, Hassan invited Hamid to kneel beside him, both before Leo. The Colombian stud had achieved something I had failed at: re-establishing the bond between brothers. In the past, I had been the cause of rift between the Persian brothers. Now, they were united by a common attraction, Leo’s massive cock.
Stimulated by the brothers’ touch, Leo’s cock reached its full dimension. By volume, it was bigger than the brothers’ dick combined. By this time, everyone had already abandoned clothes. My cock was hard inside my shorts, while my sub kept muttering disjointed, dazzled words about the size of Leo’s dick.
Leo’s massive member stretched out before them, straining between Hassan and Hamid’s heads. Its thick girth nearly split their lips as they struggled to engulf it. Sliding their tongues up and down the impressive shaft and the bull balls, the Persian bros groaned as Leo dominate both. Salty pre-cum mixed with saliva dribbled from the tip, running along their chins. Desperate, the brothers reached for one another once again, locking their lips in a deep kiss that pushed their pre-existent boundaries. Whenever I felt forgotten, a mere spectator, Leo remembered me with a mischievous smile in my direction.
Then, Leo positioned himself behind Hamid and Hassan. With the tip of his nose, he started exploring the contours of their asses as well as the crease where their bodies met. Then, opening wide with a single deep breath, Leo pushed his hot wet tongue against the holes of his bottoms – rimming Hamid and Hassan. It felt like he was making out with their holes. There was an erotic feeling of whom loved the taste of ass. Their writhing responses confirmed that Leo had found the right amount of pressure to make them feel amazing. All three men shared some sort of physical contact, legs intertwined, hands caressing, fingers sliding across hot flesh, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
With no effort at all, Leo was able to take them one-by-one, lovingly attending to each hole, driving them wild with desire. His fingers plunged inside to add some manual stimulation whenever possible; the occasional slip allowed the others to slide down the curve of his arms in time with his rhythm. Every touch seemed designed specifically to create spasms inside their guts.
Hamid let go, allowing himself to be consumed by the moment. A feeling of warmth enveloped him as he felt Leo’s tongue once more press against his ass, followed by a professional dance of tongue and lips. As the pleasure intensified, his body instinctively arched, seeking more.
Then, curving his spine into a perfect arc, the older brother, Hassan, pushed his pelvis high into the sky as if offering up his ass to be worshipped. Catching his breath, Hassan remained on all fours, gaze locked on Leo.
My sub’s ass was beautiful. Propping himself up on his elbows and knees, Hassan positioned himself so that his ass was ready for a lunge. Leo grinned and blew air out of his mouth, knowing the muscular Persian was offering his ass for him to invade.
Officially a cuck, I was totally humiliated.
The dark-haired Colombian had stolen my protagonism as the top. He brought his cock close to Hassan’s ass, and cupped each cheek with his hands, leaving the Persian’s ass blinking.
Hassan’s hole was barely wide enough for Leo’s big cock head to open it and invade him. I watched in dismay as Hassan struggled to overcome the pain, grippling tightly his younger brother’s hands.
The Latin Alpha adjusted the angle and applied more pressure. To help him, his brother Hamid had caught lube. Hassan himself had some experiences with thick dicks like mine. But Leo’s cock was something else.
“You are too tight,” he said. “I know you are not used to this level of thickness, but you need to relax.”
Finally, Hassan could feel Leo’s huge cock breaching his anus. His hole widened, breaking his own records of dilatation. We all could sense it was a triumphant moment. He finally looked at me, not feeling a twing of remorse. All he was feeling was a mix of pain and pleasure. Hassan smiled and moaned as Leo thrust his member deeper and deeper into his hole.
“Fuuuuck!” Hassan shouted. There was still meat to go in. Leo observed Hassan’s submissive pose, studying the look in his eyes with a hint of amusement. “You know you’re quite the little slut, don’t you?” “Yes. But I am your slut. Please,” pleaded Hassan, his tone cracking with excitement, “take me all the way inside you.”
Leo lunged forward, impaling Hassan completely. They both moaned in unison, sweat dripping from every inch of skin as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Gripped by primal urges, he pounded Hassan harder and faster.
When Hamid realized that Hassan was getting used to the unusual combination of thickness and size, he positioned himself next to his older brother. Now Leo would have more holes to play with. Swept away by raw animal instinct, the brothers became locked into a cycle of sexual ecstasy they never expected nor understood.
Competing for Leo’s cock, the brothers felt their bond fading once again, desperate to be the only one at the receiving end, but aware they were powerless against the alpha male’s grip upon them.
Hamid was the first to cum. And then Leo did the unthinkable. When he took his dick out of Hamid’s ass, instead of thrusting it back into Hassan’s hole, he got up and walked in my direction, to untie me. By seeing him approach me with that huge cock, I came uncontrollably without touching my hands since they were held by the rope. He noticed but didn’t comment. He was indicating, by that, that he didn’t fear me. It was true. My initial threats had turned into silence after all. I was no longer the protagonist; I was just an audience. “You’ll see how much cum goes into that hole,” he told me. And then came back to grab Hassan’s waist.
This time, it took less time for Leo to feel Hassan clench around his pole, legs kicking and writhing beneath the alpha male in ways that indicated an orgasm just seconds later. Leo was merciless as he pleasured my man. When he realized Hassan was cumming, he wanted to cum along. Semen burst forth from him in forceful squirts, flooding the space with copious amounts of sticky fluid. Each jet rocketed deeply into Hassan, hitting him squarely across his prostate. As the spurting began to taper off and slow, they breathed out ad moaned, exhausted.
The Persian brothers were in a trance, enjoying the post-orgasm period. But it looked like Leo wanted more. My muscles were still aching from the ropes and from the fight. I longed for a sense of redemption, to see if I could rebuild what had been shattered. Leo guided my left arm around his shoulders and guided me to one of the tents. I felt shame ad a flicker of fear that this experience would be a turning point.
Leo’s voice carried a steely determination as he put me near my sleeping bag. “You’ve crossed a line, Thomas. Actions have consequences.” I swallowed hard, the realization of my mistakes sinking in.
“Fine, Leo, I’ll accept your terms. But know that this doesn’t mean it’ll change who I am.” I was afraid of what he wanted me to do after I lost the bet. Leo revealed to me the terms of my punishment:
“For the rest of the months that I am living with you, there will be a change at your wardrobe. No more briefs or boxers for you. You’ll wear only thongs, jockstraps and anything that I handpick.” He grabbed me by the chin. “And you will never call me boy again. I am the man of the house. Is it clear?”
I nodded, although thinking of a thousand ways I could reverse the situation. I went to sleep with the strange feeling that Leo wanted to see me walking around the house with my ass exposed all the time. It was about that. Jockstraps, thongs, I’d seen a lot of guys in those clothes. I had lost the bet and would fulfill it. It was the first time I experienced this kind of situation. I only thought about revenge.
Little did I know that, within a few days, Leo would make me wear accessories that degraded my notions of masculinity, like a pair of black lacy French cut panties. If he was really becoming the man of the house, what role was in store for me?