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.
