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
THOMAS
"How did I end up here bound to his machine by my own student?". Tied to the ropes, in front of the mirror, I faced a rare and unprecedented image: another man had defeated me. My muscles ached not just from the physical strain but from the blow to my pride.
I strained against the tight restraints of the pulley machine; my bulging muscles taut beneath my skin. Beads of sweat were rolling down my furrowed brow. The metallic clinks of the pulley echoed in the gym, emphasizing my futile struggle. My physique, usually a symbol of dominance and victory, showcased then a desperate effort to break free.
For the first time in my life, I confronted the stark reality that another man, 23 years old Leo, possessed a strength and determination that outmatched my own. Leo stood triumphantly, a smug grin on his face and the veins on his arms helped him savoring the moment of dominance. I trained him. Where did I go wrong?
Leo's beautiful and huge cock was throbbing, drawing attention to its enormous proportions. He thought fucking me with something so massive would scare me. Deep down, I knew that, despite feeling I would be torn apart, I was willing to: after all, all I had to do was say the word "Viking" and he would get me out of there.
No longer I could deny the sheer, superior size of Leo's cock, feeling an involuntary sense of awe and intimidation. "Look closely, Thomas," he declared with a triumphant smirk, thrusting his colossal cock forward. I had already felt the taste in my mouth, the strong masculine scent in my nostrils. It was a new era, Leo was rewriting the rules.
He paced around me. Had I reached my limit? I was covered in sweat, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But there was something else: in my eyes, a glimmer of desire. The desire to be dominated solely and exclusively by him.
I knew I would continue fucking other guys in the ass. But in my dynamic with Leo, the only possibility would be to give myself completely to him. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on me. Fuck. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. And he knew that.
He stopped behind me, observing my futile attempts to break free from the tightly bound ropes. "You are aware of the safe word, right?" he asked, a note of concern underlying the question. I was breathing heavily and nodded. Yet, despite my attempts to break free, the safe word remained unspoken, leaving me entangled in a complex dance of resistance and submission.
He went for his gym bag and got some lube. Along the way, he got more triceps ropes. He then bound me tighter, causing me to arch my back slightly. He took a step back and looked at me with a grin in his face. "You look so beautiful like this." Then, he poured some lube onto his fingers and then reach around me, rubbing it onto my ass. It was finally happening. A scene I always regarded as impossible. Me. A Dom Power Top who was about to be penetrated.
His thick finger broke the breaches of my hole. My hole was tight, almost if it had been carved to not be violated. I moaned as he slid it in slowly, soon adding a second finger, stretching me open for what was to come.
"It won't fit," I kept thinking. Leo started rubbing his cock's big tip in my ass. He was patient, hoping my hole would adapt to it, perhaps expand just a fraction, as he waited for the tightness to lessen.
And while he waited, he licked my neck, whispered some harsh words in my ear, held my waist tighter. He heard me screaming, struggling, wanting it. At the same time, there was an uncommon language of resistance. With a subtle movement of my neck, I shifted to get a glimpse of the man holding me. It was a spellbinding experience. Throughout my whole life, I had always been the one in Leo's position - the top, authoritative, in control. For the first time I found myself in the role of the dominated bottom. It was a different kind of intimacy.
Gathering courage, I turned to Leo with a raw intensity in my eyes. "Leo," I began, my voice a low whisper. "Do what you need to do." Leo's response was a slow nod. His hands, strong and assured, explored the contours of my butt, tracing a path that sent shivers down my spine. Leo's movements were unhurried, I felt each lick and finger. My ass was glistening with moisture and lube. I was feeling in trance.
We were kissing intensely. Those were very wet kisses, with good use of the tongue, without any type of shame. Those kisses you gave when you are both horny and in love. Leo was especially verbal and in charge that day: "Keep doing that. You are very good at it." I smiled and looked him in the eyes. Until he lightly slapped my face and praised my efforts: "Good boy." Fuck. Calling an almost 40-year-old guy like me, big, bearded, all tattooed, "boy" was nonsense. But I became very surprised and strangely excited. And it did not stop there.
"You are going to take every inch of Daddy's big cock and you are going to love it." The thought of addressing him as "Daddy" during sex initially struck me as peculiar. It's not common that one refers to a younger man with a term often associated with maturity. And I was his his coach! However, Leo's sheer confidence and authoritarian behavior made it completely fitting. I looked at him very firmly, very seriously, and spoke in my usual deep tone. "I want you, Leo."
I was wet and horny. He positioned his cock at my rear entrance and began to push. I felt the head pop inside me, and I let out a real loud moan. It was massive ad it was hurting but my levels of pleasure were reaching limits beyond what I had ever experienced. As he pushed it slowly, he counted every inch.
It was so thick and long that I got the sensation I was being fisted. Leo had the largest, thickest, most powerful cock I had ever seen. He got into my head and body, making me feel small when I am not even small. I felt he was reshaping my ass, to comfort his needs as a man. Brutally fucked, all I could do was scream and moan. My noises only made him go harder.
"You are my coach and I learnt from you the best exercises for getting muscles. Now I am going to teach you how to be a good bitch." I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. Under any other circumstance, this banter would make me punch the one who spoke it directly in the face, but with Leo it made sense. I was indeed feeling myself like his slut. It felt so good that I started to beg him to fuck me harder. His hands held my hips tightly as he pushed his cock into my ass with even more pressure.
"You like that, bitch?", he asked. I just nodded and he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, seeing my desperate face as he fucked me harder and faster.
My mental resistance was destroyed, as it was my ass. And the fuck never stopped. I was surprised by our stamina, maintaining an arch and keeping my ass pointed back for my man's pleasure as he fucked me.
He slowly removed his monster from my ass. Perhaps as a result of the roles we played, I felt that my dick had never been so small, shrunken, as if, being next to Leo, it had become an unnecessary sexual organ. All I could think about was the vacuum inside my ass.
I was panting. I was in pure ecstasy, like in another realm. I realized he was untying me. It felt weird. The ropes, the scenery, the idealization that I was trapped, helped make me think that it was all just a consequence of my defeat, and not because I was wanting it.
Therefore, when he finished untying me, and linked his arms around my waist, I knew that I had reached another level of submissiveness, in which I would have to demonstrate that I wanted to be fucked by him. No ropes. No roleplay. Just me submitting to another top.
His cock was looking huge, very hard. He was very aroused by me. I hugged my man, our pecs rubbing together, sweating. "More, please," I begged him. It was what I wanted. He didn't need to be told twice as he put me on all fours. This time, the gym mirror showed us from the side. He then began to slap my butt cheeks, like I was his property. He spanked me hard and fast, leaving me red and sting. I would never forget my image reflected in the mirror like that, a mountain of muscles being punished.
I felt an uncontrollable urge to cum. We were both resisting it, to prolong that feeling of pleasure. It was months before I finally admitted that I need him to fuck me and that even though I was a strict top, he would be my exception.
I started moaning loudly and when I finally screamed "I want to cum, Leo" I started to feel him losing control. His response was "I'm going to cum inside you, bitch", which also prompted me to burst my load. He cummed like a breeder, torrents and torrents of thick jizz inside my hole. It was a strange new and pleasant sensation.
When he finally finished doing it, I could feel it oozing out of my ass and down my legs. He kept his cock inside me for a few time. Exhausted, he pulled out and slapped my ass again. When I looked at his cock again, I could not believe I was able to take that insane amount of inches. It was so big he would be the biggest star in Tim Tales. I smiled as I felt his warm cum dripping down my legs. My ass was sore. My hole was gapping wide. And yet I was feeling like I had accomplished the most challenging of the missions.
I searched for his embrace and he pulled me over his massive chest. I felt a strange amalgamation of vulnerability and acceptance. The rhythmic rise and fall of Leo's breathing created a steady, reassuring backdrop.
"I bet you never imagined it would come to this, Coach," Leo remarked with a low chuckle.
"You are very good at it, Leo. I enjoyed it a lot." As I caressed his pectorals, I took a long look at his cock, getting soft. It was the cock every man would like to have. The cock of a man who could fuck whoever he wanted. "I want more of those sessions we had," I finally said.
"You enjoyed being under my control, huh, Coach?" he teased, emphasizing the word Coach with a hint of authority. "I can work with that."
"But it is going to be our secret, you got it? Bros on the outside, something else behind closed doors."
Leo, reveling in the power dynamic, could not resist a brag. "The world can see us as bros, but behind the scenes, you will be mine every Sunday." And so it was for the rest of the time we would spend together until the date Leo would return to Medellin.
