Hercules Tamed

This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues you should stop now and not read this. Also, if you are under the legal age of consent, this story is not for you.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

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Hercules Tamed Redux

Note: This chapter is a repeat of chapter one, however from a different point of view. Chapter one was from `Strong', the badass dominant, while this chapter is from the POV of Leonard, the 'tamed' bodybuilder.

Chapter Two

Ralph was sitting on the stoop when I opened the door, but so was Dan. They both turned when I looked at them through the screen. I'd just dragged myself out of bed leaving Adam sleeping, so I was nude of course. I just stood there for a minute without saying anything, letting them have a look.

And look they did, up and down and up and down, both of them licking their lips. I grabbed my dick and gave it a waggle and smiled.

Ralph was a delight. He was like a little cherub, cute as the dickens, looking like he was barely a teenager although I knew he was eighteen. He knew I liked him looking young, so he had a boy's haircut just to please me and to keep himself looking young. And I think those sweet looking rosy cheeks might not have been completely natural either. He was not only young, but he was a little guy; only about 5"4' and weighing in at about 120 pounds.

But that doesn't' mean he wasn't built. He wasn't at all skinny, he was just tiny. A tiny little guy with shapely pecs and ribbed abs, and beautifully muscled shoulders and bulging arms. In fact, for such a little guy, he had amazing biceps, which measured out at almost fifteen inches. I liked my boys well-built, obviously muscular with beautiful physiques.

Dan was more of a hunk than Ralph. He was taller, 5'8", same height as me, and definitely huskier than Ralph. Not overly big, but anybody sees him thinks, yeah, he's a hunk, he's built. His delightful body showing the results of many hours of dedicated weightlifting. And, of course, he's handsome. Not cherubic like Ralph, but handsome, looking every bit of his nineteen years.

Both of these boys, along with Adam, worked out with me on a regular basis, so of course they were well built, and I made sure they stayed in perfect physical condition.

Adam was my third boy, and he wasn't my type at all. He was a little guy just like Ralph at 5'4", but he was very young and very, very muscular, almost a competitive bodybuilder in his own right. Once he was ready, he would compete in the '212' contests. That's the contest for those under 5'5" tall and under 212 pounds in weight. He was almost ready.

He was obviously too big to be your standard boy-toy and with that body of his, he probably could have collected some boy-toys of his own. But he had been so persistent, literally following me around like a puppy with his tongue hanging out for weeks, so I couldn't help but finally take him in. Besides, being nearly a competitive bodybuilder himself, he really understood what it meant to worship muscles; he was a very talented worshiper. And, you wouldn't believe the amazing things he could do with his mouth and tongue. And, best of all, he never seemed to get tired and could go on for hours. And I admit, I love seeing and feeling those delightful bulging muscles while he's doing me. Oh yeah, do I ever appreciate those muscles.

So, anyway, Adam was my third. He says he's eighteen but I doubt it, but he could be; a very young eighteen.

Adam was still in bed while Ralph and Dan were sitting here on the stoop. Ralph was blond; not a towhead or anything, but just a sun-bleached beach-boy blond, while Dan was a brunet. I gave my dick another waggle and smiled at them as they stood up.

"What are you doing here Dan?" I asked. "You know this is Ralph's day."

"Please, Len. Please, sir" he sputtered. "I just wanted ... I wanted ... I just wanted to be here ... to be here to ... to help."

"To help how?"

"Anything. Anyway I can" he said. "I ... I ... I just wanted to see you, sir. To be with you for ..."

"This is Ralph's day" I repeated.

"I told him that, Len" Ralph said. "I told him that."

"I know that" Dan answered me. "But I just wanted ... I wanted ... I've missed you, sir. P-please, may I ..."

"Alright, come on in, both of you" I said and couldn't help but get a big grin on my face. Dan was not a shy boy ordinarily, but with me he had trouble putting two words together. He was so obsessed with me, so smitten and so in love that he was constantly tongue-tied. Seldom if ever could he put a whole sentence together when talking to me. Seeing this hunk acting like an awestruck little tyke made him look so cute and so lovable. I found him absolutely adorable.

I gave each of them a quick peck on the lips and a pat on the rump as they came in the house.

"This is Ralph's day" I repeated for the third time.

"I know, sir" Dan said. "I'll keep out of the way, I promise. I just ... I just w-want to ... to ... to ... to be here."

"Well, keep your dick in your pants" I said. Dan had a heck-of-a lump showing in the tight biker shorts he was wearing, but that was only normal for him, because, hell, anytime he got within ten feet of me he got a hard-on. It was an automatic thing for him. "This is not your time" I said.

"Yes, sir" he answered.

I followed Ralph into the bathroom where he was getting out the shaving equipment.

"Can I ..." Ralph asked as I entered the room.

"Yes, of course" I said. "Just like always." He quickly kicked off his shoes, pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. Just that quick he was down to just a skimpy g-string, a black one. This was normal since I allowed them to strip while shaving me, and they tended to get wet anyway. Getting me ready for a contest was a special time for us.

Dan came in but of course knew better than to ask if he could strip. This was not his time and I was allowing him here on good behavior only.

Ralph and Dan took turns getting me ready for the bodybuilding contests which happened every three to four weeks. Today was Ralph's turn. We used a shaving brush and made our own lather, not that spray can stuff, and we used a straight razor and a leather razor strop, just like in the olden days barber shops.

Starting with my face. Ralph lathered me up and started shaving me. Ralph always got hard when shaving me; well actually so did Dan. As I said, Dan was always hard when around me anyway. But having me standing there naked in front of them and them being able to touch my body from top to bottom really turned them on.

And they knew it was special. They knew it was an honor to get me ready for a show, and they knew how important it was. If I was a winner, so were they.

I just stood there while Ralph gently worked his way down my body removing any semblance of hair that was there.

"Your dick is showing" I said to him once because his cock had come out of the pouch he was wearing. Then, after it popped out for the third time I said: "You need a bigger g-string."

"Sorry, sir" he said to me. "I think I need to tighten the string that's holding it together."

"I think you better start wearing a jock strap when you do this" I said with a chuckle. "You need something to hold your weinee in place."

Dan stood in the corner behind the toilet, staying out of the way and just watching, although he actually made some moaning sounds a couple times. He was getting turned on by the scene even though he was not participating. I told him to keep his prick in his pants, but I didn't tell him he couldn't play with it, so he had his hand on his crotch massaging it gently the whole time, and he was definitely turned on.

"Okay, I'm done" Ralph finally said after he had worked his way down my legs.

"Sir. Please." Dan said. "Can I ... Can I ... Please." He had been standing there patiently watching but he is definitely not known for his patience. Right now, I could see him sweating, his t-shirt completely soaked through, his was face was red, and he was literally shaking with lust.

"Dan. You know you can't" I said to him.

"Sir. I ... I ... I ..." he sputtered. He was almost out of control with anxiety.

Ralph laughed. "I can see he's going crazy, Sir" he said to me. "Maybe we better let him participate before he has a panic attack. It's okay. I don't mind."

"Okay, Dan. But only this time" I said. He pulled off his wet shirt, his shorts and underwear, and his shoes in about eight seconds and got on his knees.

I waited while Ralph turned the water on in the shower and got the temperature right, and then entered, letting the slightly cool water wash off the bits of shaving cream left on my body. Ralph jerked off his g-string, got on his knees, climbed in and took my dick in his mouth. Five seconds later Dan joined him and started licking my balls.

This was also standard practice before a contest. I always got a blowjob the morning of a contest from the boy whose turn it was to shave me. Although having two mouths servicing me was not common, this wasn't the first time it had happened. All the events of contest days were special and were treasured by me and by my boys. All three of them attended the contests, but only one had the opportunity to get me ready. They were supposed to take turns, and even Adam got involved sometimes, but it was difficult because contest days were really, really special. Everyone wanted to participate in the preparations.

They were special because I had to be at my best. I had to be perfect. And the most important thing in my life these days was these bodybuilding contests. Yes, right up there equal to breathing, bodybuilding was my life. My body is just about as perfect as a body can get, and all I have to do is convince the judges of that.

It was all dependent on the judges, of course, but I had hopes that today would be my day. I have never won a contest, but most recently at the 'Lucas County Invitational' in Toledo, I'd come in second. And I had taken the 'Most Muscular' title. Yeah, most muscular, so you know I'm big. I'm 5'8" and weight 218 and a half pounds, and it's all super defined gym-built muscle. Hey, I'm gorgeous.

Hell, yes, I'm gorgeous. My physique is sheer perfection, and if all goes well, I'll take the 'Mr. Pro Cincinnati' today. This is definitely my time. And after today I intend to take at least one of the Ohio state titles: The Ohio Arnold Classic, the IFBB Pro Cleveland Classic, the Ohio State Grand Prix, and the premier show, Mr. Ohio, held in Columbus. Better yet, I'd like to take all four of them. Nobody'd ever done that before, so here was my chance.

Don't laugh. You gotta see me. Yes, I can say I'm gorgeous, and of course I'm vain, but I deserve to win all four of those state titles.

I was fully hard now and Ralph was proving that he could take all eight inches of my fat prick into his throat. Dan knew it was Ralph's turn so he didn't try for my dick but just slurped on my balls leaving Ralph with the main attraction. After a bit he went around and stuck his tongue up my ass. Dan was totally dedicated to me and used every opportunity he had to show his true reverence, and since he knew how much I loved having my ass licked he was thrilled when he had the chance to do it for me.

I wanted my morning blowjob, especially on contest days, to be long and drawn out with the exquisite feeling of a talented mouth taking me right up to the edge and keeping me there. Ralph was particularly good at this, going slow and forcing the head of my prick into his throat. I expected him to get me on the edge of excitement and keep me there for a good half hour if possible, and that is what he was trying to accomplish.

After a bit Dan came back around and joined Ralph. There is something special about two mouths on your dick and since Ralph and Dan have had plenty of practice at sharing, they were incredibly good at it. Working together, they knew exactly what it took to get me hot and keep me there.

So, I didn't have to do anything except stand there, hands on hips, and accept their allegiance until I was ready to blow. And they were right on, keeping the pleasure going for close to half an hour.

"Ooooooo yeaaaaaah" I finally muttered, reaching my peak. Dan leaned back and let Ralph take over and he swallowed me whole as I fired my first shot. "Yeeeeaaaah" I yelled as I fired into his throat. Then he pulled back quickly, coming off my cock completely so my second shot hit him right in the eye. Dan moved back in so my third shot landed on his cheek. Then, giggling in excitement, the two of them squeezed in cheek to cheek, as I fired shot after shot of juice into their faces.

"Oh damn. That was perfect guys. Shit yes, that was perfect." I was panting as I leaned back against the wall of the shower with the water still spraying down on me; down on us. "Yeah, that was good." I bent down and grabbed each of them by the ears and gave them a quick kiss on the lips. "Okay, let's get it done" I said.

They each grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth, and starting at my feet, worked their way up my body, gently washing me. Since it was Ralph's day, so he did most of the washing including washing my hair, but when he was finished they each got a towel and shared the drying off process. So, this was the morning ritual on contest day.

Now, do I need to tell you about us, about me?

I'm a bodybuilder. I can say that I am sheer perfection in the human animal. And since I'm gay, I have quite a following, boys lusting over me all over the place. And I have three pets: Ralph, Dan, and Adam. All three of them are dedicated into sthenolagnia, consummate body worshipers. I picked them special for their good looks and have turned them into dedicated gym bunnies, so they are beautiful. I call them pets because they are like little puppies following me around and lusting after me. Actually, they are completely slavish and any one of them would happily give their right arm for me.

I suppose you could say they are my lovers, all three of them. They undoubtedly loved me, heart and soul, and they worshiped me, they worshiped my body. Of course, they were here to serve, that was their function, to serve me and provide for my needs. That was the bargain we had, and they accepted that they had to share my love equally

But don't believe for a minute that it was all one-sided. They got a lot of love from me in return for their worship and their service.

But, I do admit, I enjoy having three beautiful slave boys around who will do anything for me, absolutely anything. And since we're all gay, that means my prick gets all the attention it can handle.

All three of the boys still live with their parents, some of the time anyway, but they were always available. At least one of them stayed with me most every night. I had a second bedroom and sofa's in both the living room and the den so I had plenty of room for all of them.

If I said I was openly gay I would be exaggerating since I'm straight as an arrow within the bodybuilding scene. The stupid public doesn't expect a musclebound hunk like me to be gay anyway, so I play the game.

The high school weight room that was available had a few free weights and little else, and the locker room/changing room was crowded and had no privacy. Definitely not the best arrangements for the contest but we had to make due. As always, I had a quick workout at home and brought a pair of dumbbells along with us for last minute pumping. That way I didn't have to fight for the mediocre equipment in the school weight room.

We use Pro Tan, overnight competition color which we pat on. We used to use the spray on type, which required dragging along all the spraying equipment, but the boys didn't like it. They liked the pat on type so they could do all the touching. The results were the same so I let them have their fun.

My posing strap was blue today, navy blue. Again, since it was Ralph's day he picked it out. It was amazing what little things like this meant so much to my boys. They were literally thrilled whenever I let them make a decision or allow them to do something special for me.

As I said, I'd worked out at home so I didn't do too much with the dumbbells. I wanted a good solid pump but I didn't want to start sweating.

Of course, I checked out the competition, wandering back and forth between the weight room and the locker room. And that got me excited. Yes, there were some beauties there, but honestly, I didn't see anyone that could give me much of a run for the title. And Ralph agreed.

"Damn, Len, there ain't nobody here that can hold a candle to you" he said excitedly. "That guy Jerrell looks pretty good, he's got the definition, but he's not as big as you." Ralph knows bodybuilding, in fact he would make a good judge. He goes to all the contests, even when he can't go with me, and he's studying anatomy at the local JC. "We've fuckin got it made" he blurted out much too loud, and then caught himself. "We've got it made" he repeated with a whisper since we were in the locker room with people everywhere.

"Yeah, I think so" I said softly, trying to keep my voice down and control my excitement. "Jesus, I think you're right." Hey, I think I told you, I've never won a contest although I've been trying for almost two years. Let me tell you, this is exciting.

Well, guess what? I won. Yeah, I won. Not only the Pro Mr. Cincinnati in the open contest, but the most muscular as well. First place! Even among the applause and shouts of the crowd I heard my boys, all three of them, screaming their lungs out. Actually, I think they were more excited than I was.

They took a number of pictures of me with the trophies for the Cincinnati Enquirer, and for the muscle building mags, and the photographer actually wanted me to stand there holding them. I put the kibosh on that in a hurry because the damn Cincinnati trophy was almost three feet high, and the most muscular one wasn't a hell of a lot smaller. I'd look like a fool standing there holding the monstrous things. They finally agreed to put them on the table next to me.

But then they brought in the gorgeous models, a blond and a brunet. Even me, a gay man, could appreciate them; they were gorgeous. They were stripped down to the tiniest of bikini's, mere patches on each tit and in their snatch. The photographers went crazy, getting us in all kind of positions, some of them rather compromising, but the girls were great, completely professional.

I wasn't the only winner, of course, because there is first, second, third, fourth, and fifth place in the Pro Mr. Cincinnati contest, the open contest. Then there were the first five places in the 212 Olympia, as well as the men's physique contest, and the women's physique contest.

So, there was a lot of picture taking going on when that guy walked in.

I saw him as just a movement out of the corner of my eye, something big coming in the door. It caught my attention so I looked over that way. Jesus! The guy was huge and he was gorgeous. Literally mind-blowing. It took me one-half second to make that judgement, and in the next half second, as my eyes snapped back for a second look, I noticed that everyone else was looking as well. It only lasted for a second or two but for those seconds he seemed to have everyone's attention, a whole lot of eyes popping out of their heads. Then everyone's eyes went back to ... whatever. But I know damn well that every contestant in the contest, every bodybuilder in the room, was taken by him, maybe in awe.

He wasn't grotesque in any way, in fact he seemed to be perfectly put together, but he was huge. Enormous. Probably three hundred pounds, all of it very well put together bulging muscle. He was tall, taller than any of the contestants, but it's all relative. He was well over six foot which is tall to me since I'm 5'8". I took another glance and caught his eye and saw that he was definitely looking right at me. I quickly looked away. Intimidated? Hell no. I just won the Pro Mr. Cincinnati Contest. Why would I be intimidated? But, wow, what a body.

I am not attracted to tall guys or big guys, not at all. In fact, I'm particularly attracted to small guys; little guys like Ralph and Adam who are both 5'4". Actually, Dan is rather tall for me, being my own height, while Adam is built like a brick shit house, but, hey, I'm a big guy and all three of them are like toys that I can carry and toss around and have fun with like little playthings. I didn't build these muscles for nothing.

As you've probably guessed I'm a top, now and always. And I'm into sthenolagnia, that's extreme muscle worship. I call it extreme because it's my top priority; muscle worship. Worshiping muscles. Worshiping my muscles that is. Guys worshiping my muscles. Okay, so I'm vain and conceited, but with justification. I'm gorgeous, awesome actually, so any trick I pick up is going to be awestruck by my body and is not only going to worship me, every inch of me, but he is going to be totally submissive to my needs. I'll see to it. Admittedly, It's one sided since I take and they give, but since I'm such a hunk, anybody I pick up is thrilled to be chosen and more than willing to serve and obey.. Besides, I don't usually mind them jerking off, and I've been known to jerk a guy off myself.

So I'm a conceited shit, but it works and the guys fight to try to get my attention.

But this guy was special. Really big and really impressive. One of those people whom everybody notices. In fact, most of the contestants in today's contest who were still milling around getting pictures taken, were looking at him.

Then the weirdest thing happened. I had a quick flash, just a split-second image, of me on my back with my legs up, and this guy, this muscle man ramming his dick into me. I even felt a quick twitch in my butt.

WTF. I actually gulped as I quickly looked away. And I started to sweat, which ain't good when you're taking pictures. The photographer had to wipe the sweat off my brow a couple times in order to finish the shoot.

For the next ten minutes or so, while they were finishing up the photo shoot I saw the guy out of the corner of my eye, walking around staring at me. Totally focused on me and never looking away. Yeah, I could almost feel it, his eyes totally glued to me. Anybody else it wouldn't have mattered, I mean, I was the winner, the center of attention, but him, that enormous hunk, it made me nervous.

Since I was the winner of the contest I didn't have to use the locker room and the communal shower. They gave me the high school coach's office and shower to clean up in. The instant I closed the door to the office Ralph screamed (Yeaaaah) and leaped into my arms. "We won, we won, we won" he yelled as he wrapped his arms and legs around me.

He'd been holding his excitement in abeyance this whole time waiting for us to be alone, but now he let it out and screamed with joy. We kissed and kissed and kissed as I kind of danced around the room with Ralph in my arms. Yeah, Ralph is excitable, and so am I.

"Oh shit, Len. This is so wonderful" he finally said as we began to calm down. "We gotta celebrate."

"Oh, yeah, we'll celebrate" I said and gave him another kiss.

"Let me do you, Len. Please. Right now" he said and he grabbed my crotch. I laughed and slapped his hand away.

"What about Dan and Adam?" is asked with a chuckle. "Don't they get to celebrate too?"

"Today's my day, Len. It's my turn. I'm here first. Let me do you now."

"No way, Ralph" I laughed and slapped his hand away from my dick again. "You know Dan and Adam are waiting outside. We'll celebrate together just as we planned."

"Oh, shit" he said, but he laughed along with me. He knew we'd already planned the celebration for the day that I won a contest, and I was looking forward to it. It might wear my dick out but it was definitely going to be fun.

Ralph sat in the coach's chair and put his feet up on the desk, acting the bigshot. "Well, hurry up and shower" he laughed. "We need to get this celebration on-the-road." I pulled off my posing pouch and climbed into the shower.

So, I took a leisurely shower, just standing under the water for the longest time, gradually changing the temperature going from warm to cool and then to cold.

"Ralph," I called out. "Call Dan and Adam and tell them we'll be out in ten minutes." There was no answer so I called again. "Ralph?" Still no answer. I turned off the shower and opened the door.

"Hey man, you really wowed them" the guy said who was standing there in front of me with a towel in his hand. I was shocked of course, and actually stepped back. It was the hulk. The huge guy who had been staring at me during the photo shoot.

Did I say huge? Yeah, huge. I gulped in apprehension. Was I intimidated? Hell, yes, I was. This guy was enormous. I had to look up at him since he was at least half a foot taller than me.

"The crowd was wild about you, man" he said giving me huge smile. I think I mentioned that he was not only the incredible hulk, but he was strikingly handsome, so his smile was devastating.

He reached forward and rubbed the towel down the cleavage of my chest. "Absolutely wild" he said.

"Ah..., ah..., thanks" I stuttered as he handed me the towel. "I ... I ... ah ... well, thanks"

"Strong here" the guy said, sticking out his hand. "Glad to meet you." Tossing the towel over my shoulder, I shook his hand.

"Ah, hi" I said as I began to collect myself. "I'm Leonard, Len. Ah ... Strong?"

"Yeah, Strong" he laughed. "My nickname from way back. But it fits.". I laughed along with him.

"I guess it does" I said. "Yeah, I guess it does." Jesus, yes. If not strong I would call him `colossal,' the Colossus of Rhodes. That would fit perfectly. "Where's Ralph?" I asked.

"You mean the kid that was here?" he asked. "The cute tyke? I sent him on his way. I wanted a couple minutes with you." That's when I noticed the knocking on the door. Strong had evidently tossed Ralph out and locked the door.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "You ..."

Interrupting me, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. Of course he startled the hell out of me, coming at me like that but as I stepped back he raised one of his massive arms and put it behind my head holding me there. I was so startled that I didn't fight him at all, but just let him go at it. I wasn't returning the kiss but I couldn't do much about it since I was backed against the shower door and he was holding my head.

He was one hell of an aggressive kisser.

As he held me there while trying to stick his tongue down my throat, I felt his other hand grab my rock hard deltoid and give it a squeeze. Then he moved to my bicep and gave it a squeeze. I flexed my arm making the bicep expand; I mean, it's an automatic reaction; anybody feels your bicep you automatically flex it.

I came to a quick realization: he was hot for my body.

He was a hell of a kisser, he was incredibly handsome, he was hugely muscular, he was very intimidating, and he was unbelievably aggressive. His free hand worked my delt's and bi's and then my trap's, massaging and squeezing my ripped body. Obviously obsessed with sthenolagnia, he was a real muscle worshiper. So, I kissed him back. Yeah, I returned the kiss.

Now I'm a top, I'm the dominant in any situation. But this guy, this guy was overwhelming. He was like nobody I'd ever encountered, coming on to me with an absolute blitzkrieg, and I was royally turned on.

I guess I wasn't thinking clearly, because I swear, it seemed like I was melting in his arms; his enormously strong bulging arms with twenty-one-inch biceps. I returned the kiss with a vengeance and put my arms around his massive body.

I was so far gone that I didn't even react when his hand went down to my ass and he jerked me hard, slamming me against his crotch. Keeping his hand on my ass he was almost crushing me against his hard body.

"It's no wonder you won the most muscular, Len" he said as he briefly pulled back from the kiss. "You're gorgeous."

"Ahhh ..., ahhh ...," I sputtered, momentarily speechless, but he immediately went back to the kiss, shutting me up. I didn't have a clear understanding of what I was doing and I couldn't deal with his aggressiveness, so I simply kept hugging him and returning the kiss.

He was still holding my head with one hand, while his other hand was busy. He was feeling up my muscular back and shoulders and then returning to my ass, squeezing and caressing my cheeks and sliding a finger up and down my crack.

"I want you, baby" he whispered softly in my ear as he pulled back and looked me in the eye from just inches away. When was the time anyone ever dared to call me baby'. Me, the most dominant stud on the block. Master' maybe, or perhaps Boss', but I was never anyone's baby'. Nobody would have dared call me that.

Oh shit. What have I got myself into?

"Hey, man ..." I started to say, but he went back to the kiss to shut me up.

Did I say I was a top, always a top? Well, this guy's aggressive attack was turning me on. I was not only returning the kiss and hugging him against me, I was getting hard.

No question this guy is a forceful assertive top, accustomed to getting his way, but who would have ever thought he was gay in the first place? An enormous hunk like him? It's no surprise that he's so aggressive being so big, a guy like him is always in control. But the surprise is how turned on I am. He had me totally intimidated and completely under his intoxicating aura.

I was returning his kiss with abandon and feeling up his enormous traps while he was groping my ass with his big hand. But what was he thinking? What was I thinking? I guess there wasn't much question about him since he was still sliding his finger up and down my crack. But I didn't get fucked. I've never been fucked.

I tried to pull back from the kiss but he got a good grip on my hair and held me there, and somehow, I could not stop kissing him back.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered breathlessly into my mouth as he eased up slightly on the kiss. At the same time, he gave my ass cheek a squeeze, pulled me even tighter against him and moved his hips rubbing his enormous hard-on against me. Yes, enormous. No question about it, and he was hard.

Then he pushed, forcing me to step back, but still holding me tight and continuing the kiss. He kept pushing until I was back in the shower with my back against the shower wall. I kept trying to get away from the kiss to tell him to stop, but he held me tight by my hair and kept his tongue in my mouth.

I think I wanted him to stop. I think that's what I wanted anyway. I needed a break, a pause to rethink what I was doing. I needed to face reality and accept that this giant was going to make me into his pussy. No doubt about it.

I tried harder to get away, but he had me against the wall now, and he was very strong. I couldn't budge him. Then I heard a sound from his throat, the son-of-a-bitch was chuckling. He was laughing. He was laughing at my pitiful antics of trying to get away. He evidently thought that I was really being cute by futilely trying to get away from him.

Then he twisted my hair and I let out a yelp. Twisting it hard, he forced my head back and to the side as he aggressively kissed me, a lip bruising powerful kiss. I moaned. Partially from the pain, but I think more from the passion. He was ... he was just so overwhelming, so devastatingly powerful.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at me. "I want you, baby" he said. He was still twisting my hair forcing me to squint, but now he stared into my face.

I melted. Right there, right on the spot, in his arms as he looked down at me from his height. Jesus, he was ... he was ... I couldn't resist him. I simply had never come across anyone as aggressive; as hugely muscled and perfectly handsome and so powerful and demanding. I simply couldn't deal with it. I surrendered.

He went back to the kiss, but much softer and more loving this time. Then he banged his crotch against me and at the same time, crammed a finger up my butt.

"Yeeaaooh" I yelped and tried to pull away. However, since he had me jammed against the wall, I couldn't move. He was still pulling my hair, sticking his tongue down my throat, and now twisting his finger in my tight hole.

And just like a light turning on, I moaned. Not a moan of pain, but a moan of lust. A moan of excitement. No, I had never had anybody stick their finger up my butt, but it was absolutely electrifying. And it wasn't just anybody's finger, it was the finger of the biggest, best looking, most devastatingly gorgeous, most dominant muscle man I'd ever seen, or even imagined.

I was now completely under his power. I was his toy. He was hot and I was hot and whether I liked it or not, I knew he was going to use me. .

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he gave me a quick twist, turning me around, and pushing me against the wall. Then he rammed his crotch against me again, but now against my bare butt.

I felt him bite my neck and hoped he didn't give me a hickey.

"You're gorgeous, Len" I said. "I gotta have you."

He grabbed my chin with a big hand and twisted my head around so he could go back to the kiss. Holding my head and kissing me, I felt him doing something with his other hand and then heard him unzip. He was getting his prick out. And I had no doubt about what he planned to do with it.

But right now, I was just too far gone to do anything about it anyway. This huge man. This dominant creature.

In fact, I wanted this man to use me. I wanted him to control me and dominant me. I wanted to be his toy. I had never felt this way before in my life, and he would never have occurred to me that I would ever want to feel this way. Totally under control; under a demi-god's control. A mere pawn to be used for his pleasure. I was gone. My hands were splayed against the wall in complete surrender; I was making no attempt to get away from him

He was still messing around with his pants, evidently having trouble getting his dick out. But it's no wonder. From what I had felt pressing against my butt, he was as humongous down there as he was everywhere else.

Then I felt his dick slide into my crack.

"Oh baby, you are so hot" he gasped as he pulled back from the kiss. He gave my ear a quick lick and then bent down and started kissing my neck. Then I felt his prick start to move, sliding up and down my crack as he slowly began to hump my butt. One of his hands was still holding my head, but with his free hand he reached around me and grabbed my pec. He actually gasped as he groped the rock hard bulging muscle. I couldn't help but smile at his obvious admiration. Here was a true appreciator of muscle, someone who truly understood what being a muscleman was all about.

"You are so beautiful" he muttered under his breath. "So beautiful."

As he continued licking and kissing my neck, he gave my pec another squeeze and then reached up and stuck four fingers in my mouth. Without a word being said, I obeyed his very clear demand and sucked. I was definitely under his spell, sucking on his fingers. After only a moment, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and held his hand there.

"Spit for me, baby" he ordered "Gimmy some spit." Yeah, he ordered, and without objection, I obeyed, spitting into his hand. His obedient servant. He wasn't kissing me now, but was still holding my head and panting loudly against my cheek. However, it wasn't just him that was panting. We were both hot, really hot.

I felt him reach down and evidently rub my spit on his throbbing pecker. Hell yes, throbbing. I could feel it against my ass. Then he jammed a finger up my ass again, getting a grunt out of me. No, it was two fingers. Two big fat fingers jammed in there and wiggling around, loosening me up.

Then, almost immediately, I felt the head of his prick press against my little crack.

He pushed.

And pushed, and pushed.

I was always the top in any relationships. I was the fucker, not the fuckee. So I was a virgin and this guy's dick was huge but he had unlimited power behind him, so he was going to open me up no matter what. But I knew enough about fucking to know to push back, pretending to fart to make the entrance easier.

I knew it was going to hurt, but, Jesus, it was even worse that I thought and I let out a loud gasp as he began to open me up.

Now, I'm a man. A manly man, a real muscleman. And even under these circumstances I have a reputation to keep up. Besides, any bodybuilder is accustomed to pain, intense pain. The only way to build muscle is through the pain of breaking down the muscle and rebuilding it. So, no way was I going to break down and scream like some wimpy little faggot.

I'm all muscle, even my ass, so I knew he wouldn't get his monster dick into me easily, but I also knew that he was going to make that hard-as-steel rod of his make its way into me no matter what.

"Aaaaaack" came out of my mouth. Not a scream or a yell, but a soft moan as my ass hole opened up like it had never been opened up before.

"Push, baby. Push" he whispered to me. "It'll make it easier." So, I did. I pushed back hard, just like I was going to take a good shit, and that humongous whanger of his slid right in, the first inch or so anyway.

"Ooooooooh shiiiiit" I groaned as he entered me. I couldn't help it. "Jesus, you're big" I moaned. I don't usually pay much attention to the size of a guy's dick, it doesn't interest me. But I knew damn well that this guy's was bigger than most. He was bigger than me.

Thank God, he stopped there with only an inch or so stuffed in me, giving me a chance to catch my breath and begin to accustom myself to the feeling of a beer can up my butt.

"Give it a minute, baby. It'll get better" he whispered in my ear. "You're going to love it" He did give me another minute and then he started to move. Reaching around, he grabbed two handfuls of bulging pectoral muscle, giving them a squeeze, and then pushed, forcing another couple inches into me.

"Ooooh, shit, Strong" I moaned. "Je-sus. Take it easy. Take it easy."

"It's okay, baby" he said in my ear. "I'll go easy. You know it's going to get better." He pulled back just an inch or so and pushed again. "Feels fabulous to me, baby. Absolutely fabulous."

He gave my pec's another squeeze and pushed again. "Oh, man, you are so fine" he moaned. Yeah, moaned in absolute salacious lust. No doubt about it.

Hey, I just won the contest. I know how gorgeous I am, and this guy is a true appreciator of muscle, so there's no question he was excited. Taking me, controlling me, fucking me. Me, Mr. Body Beautiful, he was undoubtably having the time of his life.

He gave my pec's another squeeze and gave my ear a lick and rammed into me. Yeah, in one shot, rammed in, forcing his probably foot long prick into me.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuck" I groaned. I wanted to scream, but I kept it to a moan. At least I knew he was done. He had that humungous schlong all the way up my ass. The worst was over.

I was sweating up a storm, and I could feel him sweating against my back. He just stood there now, gently squeezing my pecs but not moving, giving me a chance to get used to being opened up. The initial pain when he slammed into me had been intense, but now, already it was easing up. My ass was already accepting the enormous rod that had just ripped me open.

"Ready, baby? " he asked. "Huh? Are you ready?" I was still panting and didn't react to his comment. "Tell me you're ready, baby" he said. "Tell me."

He asked me? He actually asked me if I wanted him to fuck me? So far he hadn't given a damn what I thought and was just overpowering me and making use of me. But hell, I was beyond the point of no return anyway. I was totally under his power, and there's no question I wanted it. I wanted this guy, this superman, to take me.

"Okay, Strong. Okay" I gasped. "I'm ready."

I felt him slowly pull out, and then slowly push back in; into the hilt; all the way. "Ooooooh" was the long soft moan I made as he pushed in.

"Okay, baby. Here we go" he said.

He started fucking me. In and out, almost all the way and then back in deep., not going fast but keeping a steady movement. It hurt, hell yes it hurt, by not at all like the initial penetration. I knew from experience, from the many, many boys I had fucked, that it was going to get better. It always does, so I was accepting the pain as a down payment on the pleasure that I knew was coming. The pleasure of being fucked. The pleasure of being controlled and fucked by a superman.

His hands never stopped moving, rubbing and squeezing my body as he fucked. I actually think he was as aroused by my muscles as he was by the actual fuck. He was a true appreciator/admirer of the male physique.

"Oh, God" he gasped. "Len, you are incredible." Yes, he gasped, and he was panting like crazy. He sounded like he was getting close to his ejaculation, but that wasn't possible; he'd barely started. I was only just beginning to get a hint of the coming pleasure of the fuck.

Then he stopped. He froze. He grabbed my rock-hard deltoids, pushed his dick in deep, and just froze.

"Oh, baby, baby, baby" he gushed as he gave my neck a lick. "Your body ..., your body ..., Jesus, you turn me on. You're so fuckin gorgeous."

I hadn't said a word so far; I was completely under his spell, but now.... But now, I had to smile and actually chuckle. The son-of-a-bitch was about to blow. My physique, my muscles were turning him on so much that he was right on the edge of cuming, and we had barely started. Premature ejaculation? Oh, yeah. An embarrassing situation for him.

I was enjoying it. I think he was humiliated but I was in high-heaven. This incredible hulk, this giant muscle man, this beautiful man was so turned on to me that he was making a fool of himself. I loved it.

"Shit" he groaned in disgust and I knew he was cuming. He was still frozen, not moving a muscle, but he was obviously too late. He pulled half way out of my ass then made three quick thrusts into me; boom, boom, boom and he fired. "Shit, shit, shit" he said as he plowed into my ass.

The pain of the fuck had dissipated and I was beginning to get a hint of the pleasure to come, but I hadn't actually experienced it yet. But, I was enjoying Strong's mortification and I laughed aloud. I also moaned softly as he fired into me but it was a moan of pleasure

"You fucker" he groaned into my ear as he ejaculated. And as he finished shooting he laughed softly. Yeah, he was laughing. He knew I had made a fool of him, turned him on so much that he was as out of control as a sex-crazed teenager.

"Jesus, baby, that was so good" he finally said as he began to calm down. "So fuckin good."

Putting an arm around me and pulling me slightly away from the wall, he grabbed my very substantial prick. My very hard eight inches. Yes, very hard and dripping, clear proof that he had turned me on.

He started to jerk me. And damned if I wasn't close, very close. Talk about premature ejaculation.

"Oooh, oooh, oooh" I groaned as he worked my prick, and it wasn't much more than a minute that I started to spurt. "Yeeeessss" I screamed as my cum splashed against the shower wall. It was so powerful an ejaculation that I felt weak in the knees and actually sagged back against Strong as he held me there and kept kissing my neck.

"Oh, baby" he whispered endearingly as he slowly let his softening prick slide out of my ass. "Baby, baby, baby" he said, and taking me by the shoulders, he turned me around to face him. Putting his arms around me his lips met mine in a soft loving kiss.

As the kiss continued, I finally became aware of the banging on the door. I'd been totally oblivious to anything but Strong's powerful presence until now.

"Your kid's still there" Strong said with a laugh.

"Yeah, that's my boy Ralph" I said, laughing along with him. "He's very protective of me."

"He's kind of cute. Maybe you should share."