Fantasy casting: Joaquin Santana as Joaquin, the recently returned-to-pr0n (yay!) Landon Conrad as Sean, Se@n C0d¥’s “Deacon” (before the beard, and with lighter hair) as Nathan, Kyle Fletcher in a non-speaking role as Nathan’s personal trainer, and Caio Veyron as Dr. Skiye.
I was cleaning the home where my boyfriend and I live when he arrived from work. Cleaning helped me to settle my thoughts and think about the opportunity he had posed yesterday. There was a facility that he knew about that would help me be a better boyfriend. Not that he had any problem – nor I – with our relationship. But, some things can always improve, right? It would help him, too: it was like an advanced counseling program where they took you in for residency for a full month, and we were supposed to learn more about each other’s needs and desires.
It was pretty exclusive, for they only took referrals from people who knew people who had been there. *Very* exclusive.
I had just gotten laid off and had no strong family connections — classic child of the 90s from rural Ohio, you come out and *BOOM* locks are changed and no one invites you back for Thanksgiving. My friends were all from work, and my former supervisor had spread some nasty and completely rumors about sexual misconduct after I’d been fired; my friends were no longer my friends, they wouldn’t answer my texts and had blocked me on social media. I should’ve sued, but I just wasn’t assertive enough. In fact, Nathan had begged me to sue, if nothing else the money could’ve helped with the mortgage because he was sure they’d rather settle than go to court. I just … the thought of confronting things scared me too much.
I looked back at the brochure. It was vague-cific. There was one part of the trifold that simply said, “We can help whip you into shape!” with a muscle man I wanted to drool over posing below the text. On another page – the back of the trifold, of course – was so much small print about limitations and liability waivers that sometimes I thought the text was literally moving around as I tried to read it before I finally gave up.
Nathan had said the facility did wonders for his friends Mark and John, there was no need to worry. But it was my choice.
I mean, we had had our ups and downs, but we were pretty good. Right? Then again, he always said that he wanted me to be more dominant in the bedroom. Even the relationship in general. Refusing to confront my former supervisor was what really did it for him, I’d never seen Nathan so angry about how I refused to be more assertive or take-charge.
Especially since I’d been laid off, I was moping around the house more and more while he spent all day at work making the hard decisions. He kept complaining that he just wanted to come home and not have to think anymore, I’d have everything planned out. And, of course, the sex. Being a dom didn’t always mean topping him, but just be in charge, he reassured me since we both liked to top and bottom and we were both average-endowed at about 5.5–6″. But my ass was a bit bubblier.
I didn’t feel comfortable like that, I was afraid I might hurt him. Despite all our discussions of safe words and everything else. I thought some other things were silly, like chastity; and I didn’t understand the appeal of other things like nipple clamps or piercings. Maybe this place could help me better understand his perspective.
But if I were the dominant one, why the fuck was I the one cleaning? Oh, right, I had been laid off – fired. He was still working his hot, tight little ass in an office building 15 minutes away and climbing through the corporate ladder.
I looked again at the brochure and sighed. I’d tell him tonight that I’d agree. We’d both go into the residency, he had saved up enough vacation for the month-long stay.
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“I dunno, Doc,” I explained, reaching my hand behind my lean frame to scratch the back of my head and buzzed chestnut-brown hair, absent-mindedly. “Nathan just wants me to take charge more, and I’m not comfortable doing it.”
Dr. Skiye leaned back and templed his fingers. “Why not?”
I paused, thinking. “I’m afraid of hurting him?”
Dr. Skiye raised an eyebrow, still looking directly at me at eye level, silent.
“Maybe … I don’t know. Are you trying to psychoanalyze me and get at childhood trauma or something? This is our second day, it’s not like I haven’t told you everything or you don’t have it in your file after that insanely long intake process.”
Dr. Skiye was motionless for an agonizing hour. Then again, it was probably more like ten seconds. There were no clocks in this room, something that annoyed the hell out of me. “I think that’s enough for today,” he looked at his files. “I see it’s time for you to join Nathan at the gym. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I stood up and turned to go to the door, and Dr. Skiye coughed slightly. I turned to look at him and he nodded his head towards my feet. There was my gym bag. “Oh, right,” I acknowledged.
I reached down and grabbed it, and Dr. Skiye replied, “Have a good time at the gym.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but in what seemed like a blink I was already there, actively involved in military presses. Without missing a beat, I continued to lift the weights while my trainer watched, next to me, making sure I was practicing good form. The missing time had been weird at first but I got used to it, I figured we were all just “in the zone” here. It was the fourth day and I was getting the hang of things but it was still good to have Joaquin helping, I mean as a safety precaution and everything. The facility insisted on it for liability purposes, and it was already included in our massive fee for the whole thing.
Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I did the final press of the set and lowered the barbell to the rack, where it settled with a clang.
“Great job!” Joaquin clapped me on the back, also eye level. He was hot for a muscle twunk but I was there for Nathan, not to pick up other guys. “After five days, you’ve been making excellent progress!” I smiled at him as I sat to take a breather for just a few minutes, breathing a tired “thanks” as I took a swig from my bottle with my protein shake. The chalky mixture was starting to grow on me. Presses were the hardest for me; my shoulders were just so weak, they took a lot out of me. But I’d managed to go from just 50 lbs to 90 as my 4×8 to failure on the last one in just under a week. I was looking forward to what the rest of the month could do.
I wasn’t seeing any real gains when I looked in the mirror, but I’d read it takes 2–4 weeks before you notice anything, 8 weeks before a friend or family member does, and it can take an excruciating 12 weeks before casual acquaintances would. Maybe this residency thing would speed stuff up if we were focused on this process 24/7?
I flexed my bicep a bit to see if I could tell any difference, and I winced. The sexy twunk rushed over and cheekily rebuked me. “C’mon, you JUST did curls to failure, don’t be stupid.” His medium-length thick, black hair covered his brown eyes as he tossed his head subconsciously to knock the hair out from in front of his face.
“Yeah, but I thought the pump would be good and show something. Anything,” I replied, wistfully.
Joaquin was suddenly at my back, and I felt slightly dizzy like my head just filled with a fuzzy electricity for a moment – something else I was getting used to at this place. It must be super-dry for there to be so much static build up. “Sorry, man! I didn’t mean to shock you!” Joaquin said, apologetically.
I shook my head, “Nah, it’s fine.” I took another swig and looked across the room. Nathan was there with his own trainer. He’d just finished doing an insane amount of lunges and was now doing squats. His training focus was a bit different than mine. While we were going for strength, mine was focused on growing mass for me all over, while he was working on getting leaner, building tone, and bubbling his booty. I wiped a bit of drool off the corner of my mouth but tried to pass it off as the protein shake. Unseen, Joaquin rolled his eyes behind me.
“Alright, bud, next we’re doing chest presses. Get your sweet ass on that bench. And remember, you need to get enough rest at night — you and Nathan aren’t pushing things too hard in bed, right? If you want your muscles to grow, you gotta get plenty of sleep, but I know this process can make you crazy-horny—”
—I woke up, spooning Nathan in our shared queen-sized bed. My cock was buried in his tight hole. I smiled and breathed in his scent, lingering in his straw-colored hair. I grabbed him tighter and pulled him down on my dick as I thrust gently yet firmly. His hole yielded to me like a gently squeezed sponge cake, firm and tight but slick with what must have been at least three loads since last night. I wasn’t huge – average, really, at just a hair over 6″ – but Nathan said I was a master at using it properly and hitting all his spots just right.
He was still asleep, as evidenced by his soft, slow breathing, but he moaned a little and pushed back against me. His bubble was growing more and more, and it had only been two weeks at the facility. I loved how his smooth hole was now clean-shaven, it just looked so … perfect, so beautiful … when I was rimming him last night.
My thrusts quickened – I was so very close, I must’ve been edging inside of him for an hour before I actually woke up. His hole was gripping me so hard yet I kept sliding so smoothly through it, like it was made to sheathe my dick. I loved how we were the same height, we fit together so well, and I could easily move from breathing in his head of hair and whatever the latest shampoo was to nuzzling his neck, licking from just below his ear, down, then across to his cheek.
My breath quickened as I moaned into his neck, nipping ever-so softly as I felt an almost electric fizzle going through my groin, my cock getting harder if that was even possible, growing seemingly larger inside my boy’s tight hole and I erupted, filling him with yet another load. I had no idea how I could produce so much cum so quickly, but while I was coming down from my orgasm, Nathan quietly said, “Thanks, Daddy.”
That was a new one. We were the same age, and while he’d been trying different nicknames over the years, “Daddy” was a new one. I kinda liked the sound of it.
I pulled him tighter, groping his hot little pecs with rock-hard, tender nipples as I bent my neck down to bury my face in his neck-length head of wavy, strawberry-blonde hair. My dick was still hard but I could feel it just starting to soften in his hole, rubbing slightly as it started to contract. I took the hand that was on top and, feeling a little adventurous, brought it around to his hole and gently probed it in. It was so slick with my cum that my index finger entered easily but Nathan still gave a tiny gasp, so I tweaked his nipple with my other hand while my face was still buried in the hair on top of his head. I wiggled my finger around and Nathan groaned loudly, so I tweaked his nipple again, which of course only pulled another moan from him as he arched his back and thrust his ass back on my dick, driving my probing finger in deeper. I pulled it out and brought it to his mouth and dragged it gently along his lips. His pink tongue dashed out to lick his lips, and then he opened his mouth to draw my finger in, sucking gently.
I felt myself drift back to asleep again—
“So yeah, maybe I have some ‘Daddy Issues,’” I told Dr. Skiye, making the scare quotes with my fingers. He looked at me, above his rimless glasses, his chair must have been lower than before because I was definitely looking down to him more these days.
“Thank you for finally opening up, Shawn,” Dr. Skiye replied. “It’s only taken – what? – 17 days? But I’m glad that you’re opening up and we can start to understand why you have a mental block on being more of a dominant to your boy…friend.” He looked at his watch. “We can talk more in our next session, tomorrow—”
“—and that’s why I’m afraid to take control!” I sobbed. Dr. Skiye passed me a box of name-brand facial tissues. He’d cancelled the therapy session after mine for today so we could go double-long, after our breakthrough yesterday. I took the tissues, ripping one out of the box, and sniffled as I held it to my eyes.
“Now that we can understand where your fears and hesitancy comes from, we can start to move forward—”
“—six … seven … eight!” Joaquin counted for me as I finished the squats and racked the weights before collapsing on the mat. I was up to an astonishing 300 lbs – astonishing because when we’d started three weeks ago when I could just manage 150. I had no idea how we were progressing so quickly, and as I sipped my protein shake, I looked across at Nathan. An out-of-focus bead of sweat dripped down from my longer black hair; I pushed it back with my hand, grimacing due to the soreness of my arm, and after wiping my hand on a towel I took another swig of my protein drink. My hair was getting in my eyes more these days, maybe I needed a haircut?
*Bzzz* Grr … another static shock. They needed a humidifier in here. Oh right, I was looking across at my lean twunk and I smirked – or, I tried to – my mouth was sore after all the dick sucking I’d done lately. Just because we were working to get me more comfortable with dom’ing didn’t mean that Nathan did all the work in the bedroom serving me! I liked the taste of a sweet dick, and Nathan’s was like honey and pineapple and kiwi and honeysuckle all wrapped into an amazing fruity sausage. Last night, we’d added cuffs to our play and I edged my boy[friend] for two.fucking.hours. After the breakthrough with Dr. Skiye just three days earlier, he suggested going slowly through some light BDSM and seeing how I liked it, and handcuffs were pretty innocuous. And, they were covered in faux-wolf fur.
I told Nathan to get up on the bed, and my head felt staticky again, but after I rubbed my eyes, everything was normal and I grinned as I pulled each of his hands up to a different corner of the bed, locking each one with a set of cuffs to the two posts on either side of the headboard. His feet were next. He struggled a little, testing the bonds. His mouth opened a tiny bit when he realized that they were really real and he couldn’t pull free, and I had a moment of worry, but his rock-hard dick told me what I needed to know. I brushed a long lock of black hair to the side so I could see him better with both eyes.
He was totally into this.
If it was even possible, his dick looked just a teensy bit smaller than it had before. Probably because he was a little nervous and just wasn’t fully hard yet. It throbbed as I watched, and a single pearl of precum was visible on the tip of his cock, the dim, single bulb in the room refracting through and making it shimmer, oh-so deliciously. I went down and quickly enveloped just the tip in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could to get that precum on my tongue. I was off his dick with a very audible “pop,” returning to my former position standing at the foot of the bed, grinning.
I savored the taste on my tongue as he gasped in surprise, “You never did that before, Sean!”
“Don’t talk. Not unless I ask you a question or it’s our safe word. You address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy.’”
“Oh FUCK YES Daddy!” Nathan exclaimed.
I let out a small laugh before composing myself. Yes, he was definitely into this, if only we’d been able to try it sooner. I was glad we could finally explore this side of our relationship. I looked at him – my boy now, splayed out on the bed, at my mercy – and I felt another mild static in my head. It was momentary, but again when it passed everything was as it should be. I reached to the side table and grabbed a length of cloth. I put the blindfold over him without a word. His dick throbbed but looked even a bit smaller, yet still pretty hard, as it pushed out another bead of precious liquid. His foreskin had completely retracted at this point, he was so hard. His dick head was an angry red.
Nathan was now expecting me to lick it off, so I didn’t. I waited. Sometimes, doing nothing can be just as erotic as doing something, letting that tension and anticipation build. His breathing was shallow. I knew he expected something. But, I also wanted to get a good look at him. The facility had us so busy with—
The facility had us so busy that I hadn’t gotten a good look at his progression from the gym. It was impressive, though not the same as mine. He’d gotten leaner, the little paunch he’d had before completely vanished now, with the hint of abs poking through. The hair on his head was still as silky as ever, gleaming in the soft light of the lamp. The rest of his hair had almost vanished – that was weird, I hadn’t noticed it before. I’d have to ask him after playtime was over tonight if he’d started to shave it—
He’d been smooth almost everywhere as long as I’d known him, though I’d never really appreciated what it did for his body. Maybe it was just the lighting in the room, or the beginning musculature, but the shaved look was turning me on more. It was all over, his armpits were bare, what little hair would have been on his torso was gone. His pubes remained but – at least in this lighting – appeared lightened to the same strawberry blonde as his head, though they were neatly trimmed and maintained into a neat triangle above his dick. Everything below that was gone including – yup – including around his tight, winking hole.
But exploring that would be for another night.
I moved so quietly around the bed that I knew he couldn’t hear me. I lowered myself, and I heard his breath catch so I knew he felt or heard or sensed something. I paused. His breathing returned to normal, and that’s when I lowered entirely. I shoved my armpit to his nose and mouth. I made extra-careful to ensure he still had a (mostly) unobstructed way to breathe before I said, “Get a good whiff. Memorize my scent. This is what you crave from now on.”
I looked to make sure his chest was still going up and down and he wasn’t struggling to breathe. “Yes, Daddy!” he exclaimed, or rather, I suspect that’s what he tried to say as he breathed deeply through his nose and opened his mouth wide to lick all over. I didn’t think I’d be into this – I was trying it out for him after some more intense sessions with Dr. Skiye – but I was surprised when my own dick chubbed up in response. I let him worship me for a few minutes before withdrawing, and he groaned. Or moaned. Definitely a moan: I looked down and there was a small puddle pooling near his cute little belly button from his leaky dicky.
I silently walked over to the other side of the bed, and we repeated with my other armpit. He dove in – the little slut – and I almost sighed out loud in contentment. The tongue lashing he was giving my armpit felt amazing – again, I never thought I’d be into this, but I’d definitely be doing this again. He didn’t need to know how much I liked this, at least not yet. It did give me an opportunity to admire how my own muscles were growing. I didn’t know that forearm muscles could be separate, and my biceps were definitely peaking more. Those military presses – up to 145 lbs now – were definitely helping add a bulge to my shoulders. My chest hair looked *hot* now that it adorned the growing mounds of my pecs.
And, speaking of bulges and growing mounds, my own dick was starting to leak a little precum, too. My jockstrap (Nathan’s idea) was feeling wet and oh-so-pleasantly tight. My underwear in general was feeling tighter these days, probably from the shaping of my ass that Joaquin was now working on and all those squats. A dom can have a nice booty, too! I wasn’t sure why that would also feel tighter up front, but each time I thought about that, coincidentally there’d be another static discharge, so I chalked it up to whatever and moved on, not thinking about it anymore because everything was fine.
I ignored my dick at that point and when I sensed that Nathan was slowing down I realized how long he had been suckling at my pit. I stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, because that made him think it was his fault. He whimpered, “Sorry, Daddy! I wanted more, but my mouth was getting so tired!”
“I told you not to speak to me unless I speak to you first, Nathan– err, boy!” He cowered a little and I saw his dick get a little softer. I started to panic that I’d fucked up, but I did what Dr. Skiye suggested, taking three deep breaths to feel more relaxed, and said, “It’s okay, pet. You haven’t done that before and we’ll ease you into it. Do you like that all the boys tomorrow are going to smell me on you? That all you can taste right now is me?”
“Yes! YES, Daddy!!” he replied. I looked down, checking his dick, and it was back to full hardness.
“Good,” I replied.
From that point forward, the next 90 minutes had been primarily a very – VERY – thorough investigation of his dick and balls. And inner thighs. I made sure to steer clear of his hole – that cherry would be for later snacking in our new dynamic. I let my tongue memorize every tiny bit of his genitals, from the leaking tip of his dick to the bottoms of his low-hanging balls nestled against his thighs. I loved how big his balls were in contrast with his cute, 5″ dick. As I let the back off my tongue memorize what his head tasted like, I breathed deep in his pubes to memorize his scent – which had the faintest trace of strawberries. When I finally let him cum, which was only after he had long stopped begging and had been reduced to guttural whimpers, I had him shoot all over himself. It took my tongue just three sensual licks up his shaft and a little dance on his slit to trigger him. His hair on the top of his head was coated in his cream, as was all the space in between.
I watched him throb and then it die down, his dick starting to soften. That was when I got going again. I took his balls into my mouth and gently tongued each one, stroking his overly sensitive cock with my hand as he shuddered and twitched, trying to get away but locked down by the cuffs. He couldn’t get away, and he knew it, but his body kept trying. I made sure he was still okay, still breathing, not looking like he was in too much pain, and he didn’t utter the safe word. So I sucked on his balls and stroked his sensitive dick head in tiny circles with my thumb until he came a second time, almost as much as the first.
I let go, and he softened quickly. As I stood up, there was another static discharge – we’d really need to ask about a humidifier! – and I took the chastity cage in my hand and with a wicked grin on my face put his soft cock in the cage before he realized what was going on.
As his breathing returned to normal, I took off the cuffs. He tried to sit up, groaning and I helped him. I expected him to reach for the blindfold, but my boy knew better, and after a minute of him not doing it, I took it off for him. I hugged him, smearing the cum on his body between us, and he softly said, “Thanks, Daddy.”
*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
“Yo!! Sean! You still got another superset to do! C’mon, man!” Joaquin was snapping in my face and when my eyes re-focused on him instead of Nathan across the crowded gym, I shook my head. My man was so cute with that big booty. He actually caught me staring this time, has did his own trainer; his trainer gave me a big thumbs up and grinned, then smacked Nathan’s ass and had him do some more squats.
“Sorry, I think I spaced out there for a minute,” I replied as I grabbed Joaquin’s hand and he helped me up.
“Whoa, Buddy! Getting heavier there!” Joaquin ribbed with a wink. I rolled my eyes. He was the one helping me really fill out my frame, I’d swear I even got a little taller, but it was likely just my posture improving as my back muscles firmed and bulked up. I had been on the floor, he was guiding me through stretching. Alternating toe touches were probably why my ass felt a little sore.
As I walked up to the Smith machine, I saw Nathan again: he had just finished another set of lunges and when he stood up straight, I could see the rather small bulge in his tight leggings. He still had the cock cage on. I smirked. He didn’t look uncomfortable, but it was plainly obvious to *everyone* that he was locked away in a cage, the imprint showing plainly against the tight workout pants. His trainer, Kyle, saw me staring. He looked at Nathan’s crotch, too, and smirked. I grabbed the machine’s handles and—
“—Yeah, I’m starting to embrace things more, Doc,” I relayed to Doctor Skiye as he sat in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him as he looked at me, expressionless as usual. He raised his eyebrows, again looking up at me above his glasses.
I rolled my eyes and clasped my hands in front of me, resting on a sizable bulge overtop my growing thighs. “Well, not to over-share, but I’ve been putting into practice what we’ve talked about over the last week. Do we really only have a few days left?”
“Don’t get distracted, Sean. But yes, we’re almost at the end of your month. However, in some cases, where we think we can help you more, we can extend your stay up to one more month. No exceptions after that, no one can stay longer. I think it would be helpful in your case, and it’s only at my recommendation that they will extend someone. But you should first talk with Nathan—”
“—FUCK YES DADDY!” Nathan exclaimed as I broached Dr. Skiye’s idea from yesterday while we were in the gym locker room—
“—So over the next month, we will work more on bringing out your dominant side, which as we’ve discussed, is more a state of mind than a sexual position,” Dr. Skiye explained. Nathan and I had signed the paperwork to stay another month just yesterday and we were both looking forward to how we might progress at the facility over the rest of our stay.
“I understand, Doc, I’m just, still … I don’t know,” I replied, again feeling small and vulnerable. My pecs flexed as I tried to put my arm back to scratch the back of my head, biceps flexing strongly as I absent mindedly scratched an itch that wasn’t really there so instead just played with my shoulder-length black hair. Doctor Skiye looked at me impassively, knowing my nervous ticks at this point.
“Sean, we’ve talked about this.”
“I know. It’s just … Ugh!” I stood up suddenly and started to quickly pace, the chair creaking under my sudden movement. I felt like the doctor’s office should have a circular trench in it like Scrooge McDuck’s thinking room by this point. I guess part of our fees went to frequent carpet replacements.
“I feel like he’s helpless, that I’m going to hurt him, especially with all this now,” I gestured at my growing muscles. I wasn’t a beast by any stretch of the imagination, but I certainly could get a large following on InstantPix now if I wanted.
“The fact that you are so worried about this is what makes me certain you won’t,” Dr. Skiye calmly replied. “And, it’s what Nathan wants. He wants you to take control like the big dom daddy we’re making you into.”
I looked quizzically at Dr. Skiye, his voice having taken on the slightest of metallic sound. He coughed and reached for some water that I hadn’t seen on his desk before— that he always had near him, and drank some, gesturing for me to take my chair again.
“Trust me. But more importantly, trust your partner, and trust yourse—”
“—You’re ready, aren’t you boy?”
Nathan was practically quivering in anticipation. I had him tied in a sling. His cock was out, its cute 4.5″ already dripping onto his stomach. I hadn’t told him anything that we were going to do tonight, just to get in the sling and we’d take it from there. The light hairs that used to be there—
—his bare, smooth stomach with small, subtle abs were already acting as precum gutters as his dick leaked drip after crystal drip, the gutters funneling the sweet nectar along his sides and onto the sling. His legs were up, his arms were up, he was totally exposed. He nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
I grunted and took the rubberized bit gag from the shelf and put it into his mouth. He bit down on it as I tied it behind his head. I left his head free, I wanted to see it move. He couldn’t close his mouth, and his tongue couldn’t decide if it was more comfortable above or below the bit. Good; it would give him something to think about and surprise him while I did other things. As he gnawed at the gag and tried to position his tongue more comfortably (spoiler: neither up nor down was comfortable, and if it had been I would’ve used something else or repositioned it), I grabbed the eagle talon nipple clamps.
These fuckers were nasty little things. Small cylinders with a spring, and when you pushed down, five little metal claws pushed out. Let go, and the spring would try to pull them back in. My boy wasn’t so used to nipple play so I had done some preliminary work to bend the claws over a bit so they wouldn’t dig into his skin so much, but then again, had his tits always been so engorged? I felt a familiar tingle in my head like static and went back to getting the clamps, his nipples were always a bit puffier and stood out more than other guys’. He was still tonguing at the bit, not paying attention, when with a quick motion I affixed one clamp to each nipple, connected by a thin chain.
The effect was immediate, he moaned and thrashed, pushing his chest up as the devious little contraptions pulled tight on his tender little – big – nipple buds, trying to squeeze them and pull them back into the spring-loaded cylinders.
“Shhhhh,” I put my left hand on his head and massaged his pecs with my right, keeping at least 2″ from the clamps. His smooth skin felt great under my right hand and I could feel his small, lean muscles straining – but less and less – against the clamps. Well, not against, but it was a natural reaction of his body to try to do something. His moans grew quieter as his breathing settled so I felt comfortable continuing. His eyes were wide open, searching for a hint of what I was going to do. I wanted him to see what I was doing and know he wasn’t going to be able to stop it. Unless he used the safe word. So, for tonight, I made a show of each part.
I walked around him calmly, deliberately, letting his eyes follow me. I liked this part: Doing almost nothing, but a million thoughts were going through my boy’s head that at any moment I could do … anything? The need in his eyes was intense, and his hard dick was throbbing. I couldn’t help myself, when I got down to between his legs, I put my head down, making sure his eyes were following me. I stuck out my tongue and with the lightest possible touch I ran it from the top of his balls to the tip of his dick hole, flicking the hole with my tongue to extract the precum he was still leaking. If anything, his leaking had increased since we had gotten to the facility. And his balls were delicious round orbs that hung lower than his dick was long. Nice and brimming with cum for me to find new ways to extract.
He thrust his hips at me, trying to get more contact between his dick and my mouth, but I was ready for that and instantly stood up. I shook my head at him. “Nope, your dick gets touched on my terms, Boy.”
“Esss Agy!” he replied around the gag. I assumed that was “Yes, Daddy,” and continued walking around him. I reached his left arm and let my fingertips run oh-so-gently from the inner side of his forearm, along his elbow, tracing his small biceps, and to his armpit where a single drop of sweat could be seen. I gathered it in my finger and pressed it to his tongue. He licked it because he knew I wanted him to, even if he gagged slightly.
I continued my circle around and reached his head and stood there. My crotch was clad in a tight jockstrap, my own hard dick was straining at the material and would be making it almost translucent, but it was a black jock. I don’t know why Nathan wanted me in jockstraps. Well, that’s not true, I did: My 8″ dick strained them to the point where at any moment it might peek out and he could see it. And imagine what I could do to him with it.
Nathan was looking up at my face for some clue as to what I would do next, but I just pressed forward. I rubbed my precum-soaked jock all through his pretty hair. So beautiful. And he was mine. I bent down to his head and took a big inhale and smiled.
“You smell like me again, boy. I expect you to keep my scent on you tomorrow so everyone knows you’re mine. What do you think of that?”
He nodded vigorously and replied, “Esss Agy!” through the gag.
“Good.” I ruffled his hair with my hand and––
––I was nuzzling his low-hanging balls with my nose and mouth. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted to smell like him, too, get his sweet scent of fruit and honeysuckle on me and never wash it off. I lapped at his balls as he moaned but he made sure to stay still to ensure he didn’t cause himself any pain.
His balls were full and heavy. As I took each orb into my mouth, he moaned again and I took the opportunity to use my hands on each of his inner legs, gently – oh, so very gently – moving them up and down, from his groin to his knees and back, up and down, up and down. I released his balls from my mouth and with one motion grabbed his cock in one hand, lifted his balls with the other, and shoved my tongue into his winking hole.
His pucker clenched around my tongue and I could hear him whimper. Good boy.
His hole was tight yet extremely yielding to my probing. He must have been training it, too someh—- it was tight yet yielding as it had always been, and I wondered briefly if Kyle had helped him down there, too, as part of the full booty workout. I’m not sure how I felt about th—
—Whatever the facility was doing to help Nathan was fine by me. And, this is why I loved his hole so much: I could take control of it with whatever I wanted yet it would still manage to stay the same tight pucker I’d always known.
I probed it while he squirmed. Not only was I dashing in and out of his hole with my tongue, showing it who owned it, but I made sure to continue to gently massage his balls with one hand as I stroked his dick with my other. Multi-tasking as one of my skills.
It had been just a few minutes before I could feel his hole start to spasm around my tongue and his balls felt tight. “Nnnnggg! Onnnngg unngg!” I heard. I knew what he was saying even if he couldn’t enunciate through the gag.
“Don’t you dare cum without permission, Boy,” I growled while I momentarily removed my face from his hole. I knew he would cum. How could he not? He was so close and I was doing exactly what I knew would get him off. A good dom is always aware of their sub – what he’s feeling, how he’s reacting, and certainly when he’s about to explode. I was going to enjoy this.
I continued massaging his balls with one hand, pulling more on them than I had before to help him delay the orgasm at least a little bit. I used his copious precum to lube his own leaking cock while I gripped a little harder and concentrated just on the glans and tip. Then I pulled off and counted to ten in my head, then went back to it. On and off. I was helping him to delay, but I was going to make him cum without permission so I could get into the punishment phase that he was going to like just as much. My own dick was leaking so much, so hard. He was acting with such wanton lust, it was driving me crazy.
While my hands continued to work his groin, my mouth was back, attacking his hole. I alternated probing it with my tongue with very gently biting the ring and right outside it, then massaging just where I’d bitten and then diving back in his hole. If he wasn’t restrained, his twinkish, smooth body would be moving so much I’d never be able to keep it in control. But, I was in control, and he was reacting just as I knew he would. Beautiful. Such a slut for me.
I was able to keep that going for just another two or three minutes before his hole spasmed around my tongue. That was the first indicator of the inevitable that I was bringing him to. I came myself right then, moaning into his hole, at the idea that I could bring him to such heights while he writhed under me. As I moaned around his hole, vibrating that perfect little pucker with my voice, I kept up on his dick. I did stop rubbing his balls and just held them down to intensify his load, while my grip on his dick loosened slightly and I stopped all movement except my thumb right on the connection between his foreskin and head, just under his slit. Just tiny up-and-down motions.
“NNNNGGGGGG!” I heard him scream into the gag. He was trying to pull away from me but couldn’t. But, good boy for trying. Maybe I wouldn’t punish him too much. But to start with, I switched to nibbling at his winking, gasping hole with my teeth while I continued to stroke the head of his dick with my thumb.
And, I kept going.
Coming down from his post-orgasm high, he started to realize I was still going. I was producing what I was sure were some very intense sensations on his overly sensitive head, and I was pretty confident my nibbling at his ring was similarly an over-stimulation. As he started to try to thrash, I was glad I had him fully restrained in that sling.
As he continued to buck as much as he was able, for all appearances I continued as though nothing had happened, though I had stopped playing with his balls. My hand stroking his dick was slicked with his cum, and I made sure not to get in my own mess I’d made on the floor. In this case, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
I made sure to count to at least 200 before I finally stood up and lightly smacked his balls. He was coated in sweat and his eyes were scrunched tight from the strain. But, he hadn’t used his safe word. Good boy.
I looked at him and it took a solid minute before it seemed like he realized I had stopped, and he tentatively opened his eyes, squinting at me through one, then opening the other. I took a small bit of pity on him and walked around and removed his bit gag. I made sure to wipe into his mouth and on his tongue a copious amount of his cum that had smeared on my hand. I think he made a furtive attempt to suckle some from my fingers but after probably a half hour in that gag, he couldn’t manage it. Something to work towards, I made a mental note.
I left him tied up, we were still in play time. “You came without my permission.”
His eyes that had been focused on my muscular, hairy body looked away. “Look at me, Boy.” He looked back in my direction towards my chiseled face. “You came without my permission.”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” he stammered. “I-I couldn’t he-help it.”
Damn, he looked so cute, splayed out and scared that he’d disappointed me. It took a lot of willpower not to swoop down and grab him in my arms and hug him.
“Alright, boy, since you can’t seem to control your orgasms, I will exert some control. I walked around his head to the shelf and grabbed a cock cage, walked around, and fastened the lock to his softer dick. The cage was small, I knew he’d be uncomfortable even at 4.3”. I looked at him, and then had a bit of a devilish idea. I steeled my face so it wouldn’t betray the face I had just thought of this, but I took the key and fastened it to my small earring. “Every time you see me, you’ll see the key and know I control your dick. And so will everyone else.”
His eyes grew wider and he shuddered a little, a tiny moan escaping his mouth.
“Now, you’ve made quite a mess with all your cum.”
“I can clean it up, Daddy!!” he exclaimed.
“Boy, this is a punishment, I’m not giving you what you want, certainly not what you ask for.” I smacked his balls. “And you spoke without being asked a direct question.” I didn’t smack them hard enough to cause any damage or any real lasting pain, but definitely hard enough that he would think again before doing it. I certainly hoped he would speak out of turn again, I was dreaming up some more creative punishments.
Without a word, I went back to the shelf behind him, and I grabbed a fairly sizable dildo plug. I knew he worked his hole with Kyle’s decent sized dick and Kyle also helped him with dildos, so this one was large, but he could handle it. I’d been learning more about anal toys; this was a Deep Space 80. It would breach his second hole at 8″ long, keep him full at 2.5″ across inside, while working his pucker at almost 2″ across. It had a really long, tapered neck, and he’d have to work to keep it in but also work to get it out. I gathered as much of his cum as I could – and some of mine – and I smeared it on the dildo plug. I placed it at the entrance to his hole and jiggled it around, prying his hole open. With a gentle twisting motion, I slipped it in, finally getting it to the widest portion as he moaned and whimpered, and then it slid on in the rest of the way. He gasped and moaned as his canal pulled the toy in, and he felt the cold sensation of his cum. I was looking forward to when I’d get to slip my 9″, thick dick up his hole under this new dynamic: I was going to claim that pussy and make it mine.
Okay, maybe this wasn’t so much of a punishment. But, the dildo was on my terms, and it accomplished what I wanted. It would make him feel so.fucking.submissive. And, because I told him it was a punishment, it was.
“You are to keep that in until I tell you you can take it out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If Kyle wants to help you train more, you tell him he needs to check with me first.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, I’m going to untie you, and we can go to bed.” I reached up to undo the restraints holding up his legs first, and—
—I pulled the lat pulldown bar down for the 15th of 15 reps of this set. I was sweating, but it was a good feeling. My lats flared into wider wings that tapered gracefully to my firm torso and cobbled core. Joaquin was focusing more on refining me and bulking in certain areas while keeping me trim all over during this last week. He was also focusing on teaching me what I needed to do to maintain this once I got out of the facility.
“Okay, Sean. Do you remember what’s next?”
Of course I did. I gave him a sideways glance and pulled him over. “Hey!” he exclaimed. I firmly gripped his biceps and squeezed. Gently, but firmly. He yelped just a little playfully. I looked down at his crotch and saw him chubbing up before he replied, “Y-yup.” I let go and grabbed the dumbbells.
I don’t know what had changed in the last few weeks but I knew I was becoming more assertive, more dominant, more willing to play around and less concerned about taking chances. This was only the latest, I—
“—I like it, Doc,” I explained matter-of-factly to Dr. Skiye. He looked at me, expressionless, searching my face and body language. I realized even that had changed over the last few months.
“You certainly seem to be settling more into your role here, which is why you came here. Even just with how you’re sitting,” he gestured to me with one hand. “You’re more relaxed, you’re leaning back in the chair, your arms crossed not in a defensive posture but a cocky one.”
I grinned a little at that.
“Even your clothes,” he gestured to what I was wearing. I don’t know what possessed me to wear shorts so tight you could clearly tell my jockstrap was too small, my long dick protruding from it under my pants. The shirt with the top half of the buttons undone so you could see my massive chest and swirling hair was also new. I felt cocky. I felt … dominant?
“It’s remarkable progress we’ve made. I do think there’s a little more—”
—I was on a well-padded sawhorse, strapped down, my muscles straining at the smooth, nylon ropes. I felt the whip kiss my back as a machine worked a dildo in and out of my stretched mouth. I don’t know how it got past the back of my throat, I had long since stopped caring about the mechanics of what was going on but instead had just given into it.
I heard Dr. Skiye behind me as he padded my back again with the whip: “You need to learn what it is like to submit before you can truly understand what your sub is going through. You need to understand his mindset.” Dr. Skiye circled me and came around. He paused in front of me until I looked directly at his crotch. Swinging between his legs was an enormous dick. It had to be 11″ long and at least 2.5–3″ thick. I was almost as large, but he had a solid inch on me. I suspect my mouth watered, but the dildo that was still working my mouth made it hard to tell.
When he had made sure that I had gotten a good look, he brought it closer and I knew what to do: I took a big inhale, getting his scent into my body. He then continued to circle me until he got to my hole. He crouched down and pressed his mouth to my pucker. He licked. Then he sucked. He managed to suck on my asslips as I tried to push them out, and in so doing he forced his tongue inside. The feeling was incredible – I’d have to try this with Nathan. I bet I could make him squeal like a stuck pig. Or, a pig about to be stuffed. Being dominant wasn’t just about being a top, it was about taking charge of the situation. I could even get Nathan to top me, but I’d be the one in charge. My hole was tight enough that his smaller dick could still feel good. Or, maybe I could invite Kyle over and we could cuck him, or– oh my! Damn, Dr. Skiye knew what he was doing!
As with my mouth, he worked my hole to the point where I stopped being aware of each thing he was doing, counting tongue strokes or trying to time my push-backs onto his mouth. I just relaxed into it and instinct took over. He must have realized that because he stopped. I pushed back, trying to get his mouth on my hole again, but it was to no avail. I whimpered. Then I felt a blunt, warm object on my hole.
His amazing, glorious dick.
He pushed it in. I moaned into the dildo working my throat. He kept pushing. I kept moaning. In and in and in it went. It felt like I was being stuffed so full and then fuller still. It easily made its way past my second hole as my prostate was pushed to its limit.
I came. I felt my entire body shudder, and my dick somehow came from the sensation of getting stuffed so full at both ends, even though it was in a cage; wait, why was I—
—That’s right, before we started this, Nathan and I met to discuss this last aspect of my training and Dr. Skiye had given *him* the XL cock cage to lock my dick away. Nathan was hesitant, saying he wanted *me* to be the dom, but I told him: “I am telling you to do this. Therefore, I’m still the one in charge. I’m telling you to lock my dick away so that when I want to use it again, it’s ready for you and only you. I’m trusting you, as my boyfriend and my sub to keep this key.” He was still hesitant, but he locked me in the cage and held the key close to his heart. It looked like he might cry a bit but I hugged him, the hard plastic on my crotch pressing into his thinly muscled abs, my arms squeezing his thinner frame.
And yet, I still came just from Dr. Skiye’s enormous dick in my deep hole. So … this is what a total surrender of my body is like to a dom. This is what is what will be going through Nathan’s head if I do it right.
Dr. Skiye wasn’t done. He finally bottomed out: I could feel his groin pressing against my hole. Then I felt it start to slowly – *painfully* slowly – withdraw, bit by bit, its massive array of bumps and lines and cock head caressing my hole. When just the very tippy tip was still in, he slammed the whole thing back in my hole, all at once, just *WHAM*! Then out and *WHAM*! And again.
I was a blithering mess. I don’t even know when Joaquin had come in and replaced the fuck machine’s dildo in my mouth with his own dick, but my mind was gone. That was the point: Complete surrender. I sucked on his dick, my face and nose buried in his smooth skin, my chin nuzzling his sack, while both of them assaulted me from both ends. Over and over again. Joaquin reached down and tweaked my nipples, and I felt the bars through them enhancing the experience. I didn’t remember getting them, but I had long stopped caring about continuity and my mind certainly wasn’t ready to think about it now. Especially now. After the tweak, his fingers were like feathers, just brushing the tips of my nips causing me to shudder over and over again.
I think I came again through the cock cage. An anal orgasm, oral orgasm, or something else, I felt the *smack*smack*smack* of Dr. Skiye’s hips against my bubble. I couldn’t see anymore, I was just lost in the—
—Nathan’s eyes were rolled back in his head, his now-standard small chastity cage on when we played. This wasn’t about his dick, this was about him *feeling* everything that was going on, and a bottom can’t do that when all he cares about is his dick, its sensations, and cumming. A sub’s dick is not his own, it is mine to control. He had agreed to all of this, of course – consent was critical – but I think at this point he probably would have agreed to whatever I asked, within reason. This was as much about trust as consent, and I knew he trusted me, and I trusted him; almost as importantly, I trusted myself.
The nipple clamps were on his engorged tits, red and puffy from use. His medium-length strawberry blonde hair was slicked back because of the new addition tonight: A gas mask. I had no intention of restricting his air or asphyxiation play, but he trusted me, and one could do other things with a gas mask. If nothing else, he knew there was always the *possibility* I could do something.
I drew my hand through his hair, I loved how silky it was, almost as silky as the black hairs on my torso. But with his strawberry blonde, it was a constant reminder of his scent and the smell around his crotch: honey and pineapple and kiwi and honeysuckle all wrapped in one delicious, cute package.
I didn’t have him blindfolded, so he saw when I got the rope out and lashed his arms to his sides. It was tight, but not so tight as to be painful: It prevented almost any movement, and it had just a tiny bite if he did try to move or shift. He was helpless. He was mine. Fucking perfect.
I took out a wheel with small, rounded spikes at the end – a new toy for us. I made a show of holding it up by its handle so he could see. His eyes went wide. I then went to his crotch and ran it very lightly over his egg-sized balls. He moaned into the mask. Then right over the head of his penis – there was just enough room through the air holes of the cock cage. He moaned louder.
Then, I went down to his pucker. It was a thing of beauty. We had been getting that prepared, too. It was a shame that I had been too big before for him to ever take me, but that was going to change. His pucker and the cavern that lay behind it would be my dick’s new sleeve. His hole was made for my 10″ di—
—My 11″ dick was a thing of beauty and he’d never been able to take much more than the tip. He tried, but I knew it hurt, and that had scared me. The old me. The new me didn’t want to hurt my boy, but the new me also knew how to work him up to it. So, we’d worked hard over the last few weeks with toys and Kyle’s own 8″ dick: It wasn’t all squats and lunges for him while I was building my own mass! Nathan’s butt was well rounded from all the exercises, and now his hole was puffed out with the final stretching we had employed: a rosebud ass pump. The center plastic piece was in his hole, and his pussy lips were puffed up around it from the vacuum, pulling them outwards gently, puffing them out to accept the gift of my fuck. Soon.
I gently released the vacuum and his lips relaxed down. We’d played this a few times tonight, pumping, release, pumping, release, but never releasing all the way. This time, I let it go all the way. At the same time that the air slowly hissed in, I rotated another knob and the gas mask filled with a little surprise for him: Blasters. His eyes opened wide as he detected the fruity scent and he tensed up, only to relax again almost immediately as the Blasters worked their magic.
I withdrew the ass pump and took the spiked wheel. First, I ran my fingers over the skin where the cylinder had been pressed in. He shuddered. That wasn’t the main goal, I wanted to make sure the cylinder didn’t dig in too much and hurt him. He didn’t whine or moan, so then my finger went to his still puffy lips and I caressed them in circles. He squirmed and moaned so loudly I almost got concerned. I watched him carefully, then continued as I saw his cock start to drip more, the precum dripping down his balls and onto his own pussy lips that I was currently caressing.
I had three purposes in this: First, I knew his hole would be incredibly sensitive at this stage having just come out of the pump. I wanted to take full advantage of that. Second, I wanted to see if I could make him cum just from running my fingers along his puffed up, overly-sensitive hole. I saw his dick twitch and try to strain at its cage, but I didn’t see the white fluid, just clear. Oh well. Third, I knew he would breathe faster and harder when I did this, and I wanted those Blasters to really kick in for what was coming almost next so his hole would be even more relaxed: My dick.
Before that, one final step. I took the spiked wheel and withdrew my fingers. I then ran it up and down his purplish-red distended hole. If the ropes weren’t there on his arms, and his legs not restrained up the sling, I’m sure he would’ve hurt himself. I protect my sub, even if he doesn’t realize that the restraints are for his own good.
I looked at his face. His eyes were rolled up in his head, and he had a glazed, blissed out expression on his face. I knew that was from the sensations, enhanced by the blasters. They were helping to relax him and make sure his hole was nice and open. I also knew that they would make him feel just a bit – okay, *a*lot* more slutty, more sexy, more ready for anything. The effects were short-lived, they’d wear off within five minutes, and that was plenty of time for what I was going to do next. So, I shut off that valve but didn’t flush the gas mask with fresh air, I wanted them to linger and fade away on their own.
I looked at his hole, eye to eye. It was puffy and winking. He was so ready.
I probed it just a bit with my finger and it was like a knife slicing through warm butter. So.fucking.beautiful. And all mine.
I stood up, but he was too out of it to notice, relishing in the sensations. Good. I had one more surprise, so I put my hands on another knob. What he didn’t know was that the cock cage had some electrodes running through it, and a urethral penetrator that would go in that was also hooked up to the current. As soon as I pressed the button, the penetrator would go in, and his dick would light up with a buzzing, zapping feeling as the unit shot some current through his dick. I had to time it right.
I placed my heavy cock right at the entrance to his hole. My dick was 8″ around and 11.5″ long. Huge, I’d been told, but he was ready. I knew it. His hole told me he was ready, and his face did too. He was relaxed, blitzed, so relaxed, and ready for it.
I squeezed out a glob of precum and made sure to get that over his hole. I focused and was ready to release more of my natural lube to ease it forward: I love that I was able to force out precum when I wanted to so as to help lube up his hole. My had was on the knob for the electro.
3 …
2 …
1 …
I shoved past the entrance, hitting the tiniest bit of resistance and continued to push in as my hand twisted the knob.
He bucked.
He groaned.
He moaned.
His face was flush. I used my other hand to turn up the blasters all the way for about 5 seconds, then back off. I steadily pushed my dick home. I could feel when I hit his prostate, a distended bump that I swore was sending out bits of electro sensation to my own dick as it brushed past. And past, and past. I felt a bit more of resistance as I probed his second hole. I turned the blasters and electro up again for a few seconds, and he gasped with a big, surprised inhale; I shoved all the way in and turned the blasters off. They were safe, but two big new hits of them was definitely enough.
I scanned his face and his limbs for sign of distress. Seeing nothing but ecstasy, I lowered the current just a bit, and then pulled out. I remembered what Dr. Skiye had done to me – every dom should experience what their sub does at least once – and withdrew to just the tip inside his entrance. I then slammed it in in one smooth motion. He groaned and moaned and his dick shot cum out. I don’t know how he came so hard while caged, and with the plug in his dick’s hole. But, it was so hard that it blasted me in the stomach. I did love that he had powerful loads.
I smirked and withdrew again almost all the way, and then I paused. His cum dripped down my furred abs and onto my hard, wide dick. I then shoved in all the way again, using his own cum as more lube.
I continued to fuck him, varying stroke length, speed, and angle, while also varying the electric current across his caged cock. He was writhing but had long since stopped straining. I’m pretty sure it was all an unconscious reaction— not that he was unconscious, but that his body was just reacting at this point without any conscious thought. I gently lifted off the gas mask as I kept deep dicking him, and the expression on his face told me what I wanted to know: He had surrendered. He was in a complete state of submission, completely given himself to me. He looked so happy.
I smiled. I was so close already, and that was going to get me over the edge. I gave one more thrust into his hole, which was caressing me all along my length as though it had been custom made for my cock, and I shot. Surge after surge of cum traveled up from my balls and down through my dick, depositing in his used hole. He felt it, too, because he groaned at the same time, and his still caged cock shot yet again, his hot cum dripping all over my abs.
I released the tit clamps, gave them two seconds to get the blood flow back, and then gently kneaded them. I don’t know where all this cum was stored, because he shot again through that cage with an enormous moan. I was still filling his hole with my seed, manipulating him while I was cumming an enormous load.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, I stopped cumming. My sweet twinky Nathan was covered in sweat that helped make his defined yet small, cute muscles glimmer. My dick was still buried in his hole. I didn’t want to take it out, but all good things …
I switched off the current which caused the penetrator to come out, and I grabbed the key to his lock. I undid the lock and, as I took off the cage, I slowly pulled my own dick out of his tunnel. His caged removed, I still had half-way to go so I moved my gaze to focus on the withdraw: His pussy lips were distended, pulled down and open, trying to keep me in. I didn’t give them that satisfaction, but I kept pulling out instead.
Finally, with an almost audible *plop*, my dick emerged from his hole. His opening looked ruined, yet beautiful. His ass hole was pushed out, the lips puffier than they were from the earlier vacuum pump, and he was gaping open. I brushed my dick head over them and he shuddered, and they flexed, but they remained open. A few drops of my cum came out. I smeared them over the tip of my dick and pushed the cum back in with just my tip, and then pulled it out. His lips flexed over and over, trying to close, but not quite succeeding. He moaned.
I reached over to a cart and grabbed the Mare Maker 115. I slipped it in and watched the distended lips suck it up, in, and lock in place. It pulsed in and out, as though his hole was sucking on it like a pacifier.
I walked around and started to undo the ropes as he just lay there, thoroughly spent on our last night at the facili—
—”Wow, it’s been two months. Who’d you get to take care of the plants, Nathan?” I asked.
“Oh, uh, some neighbors stopped by while we were gone, I loaned them a spare key.”
I accepted what he was saying, no problem. “Cool. I see all the stuff from the facility is here so we can start building our own playroom in the basement,” I winked.
“Yeah!” he exclaimed. “Can’t wait.” He winked at me.
I don’t know how they did it, but the intensive residential program at the facility worked wonders on me. I’m not sure why I was so hesitant before. Inside the house, it felt smaller than before, but that was probably just because of my own attitude: I felt bigger, more in control, in charge, and ready for anything. I flexed my arms and watched my muscles bulge, then flexed some more, watching my almost naked body ripple with the mass I had worked hard for in the last two months. My dick started to get a little hard, poking out the bottom of the black jockstrap Nathan had asked me to wear.
I grinned. I was looking forward to our newly defined roles.
I went to the refrigerator to grab some milk to make a mass gainer protein smoothie. Gotta get my fill if I’m going to build that playroom for us in the basement, it needed to be solid and solid often meant heavy. As I poured the milk into the blender, for some reason I glanced at the date on the carton, and it was just two weeks after we had entered the facility. That was weird. I stopped pouring and sniffed the milk, but it smelled fine. But that would—
I poured the milk, got down the protein powder from the shelf, and I pulled some frozen berries from the freezer. The facility had sent a week’s supply of stuff and Nathan said that that same neighbor had put it away for us. I’d have to thank them.
But for today, I couldn’t wait to slip my giant dick into my subby man’s hole that felt like it – and he – were made just for me. And now that we were home outside the facility, and I didn’t need to work because his job could pay all the bills, I could dedicate my time to thinking of more ways to give Nathan the strong, dominant, bull of a man he always hoped I would be.
Author’s Post Script: If you liked this, please consider supporting me on Patreon! This was a Patreon exclusive for the last two weeks.
I had started writing this story a few years ago with the idea of my own spin on [redacted 😏], but I really wanted to take it in the direction of exploring the idea of an unreliable narrator. For those who might not know, the idea behind the unreliable narrator is that the (almost always) first-person narrator – who you are supposed to trust since they are the one telling you the story – is in fact lying to you. Such deceit may or may not be on purpose, and it is usually revealed through impossible statements (which doesn’t work on a site like this where impossible things happen in most stories) or inconsistent statements (which is what I tried to do). Sometimes revealed through cutaways from a different perspective that the narrator does not, in fact, know the truth.
It’s hard to really flesh that out in this sort of genre and length, so I drew on some inspiration from the excellent Doctor Who two-part episode, “The Library,” where [spoilers!!] Donna is uploaded into a computer, she thinks it’s real, and is helped to integrate into the virtual world by “Doctor Moon.” Every time she clues in to missing time or events not quite connecting, he says, “And then …” and it’s hours or days later with her picking up as though she had experienced all of the intervening time. Maybe it’s a cheap way to avoid exposition in this story, but I’m stickin’ to it.
Finally, this is a one-off. It’s self-contained, there is no plan for a subsequent chapter. Teensy TINIesiest chance I’ll do another version for a sub-bottom or look at it from Nathan’s perspective. If you’re interested in this story from his prospective, or something else, LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS!