Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 06

This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.

Read the chapter 1 here: https://literotica.com/s/becoming-the-man-of-the-house-1

LEO

The wind whipped through my hair as I gripped the handlebars of my new motorbike to go to the gym on a Sunday. It was the day that The Viking's Temple remained closed and I trained all by myself. Sundays were my special days, the days I looked forward the most, as they offered a unique opportunity for a solo workout, shirtless, my kingdom for the day.

The absence of the usual gymgoers gave me a sense of freedom. I cranked up my playlist, a blend of Latin trap and hip hop. On Sundays the mirrors were my audience. The long rows of mirrors lining the gym's walls would bear witness to my strength and sculpted body, reflecting my muscular form from multiple angles. I know it sound narcissistic, but I couldn't help but admire myself as I flexed, watching the sinews of my arms ripple with every movement. The ego boost was undeniable.

It had been three months since that incident during the camping trip, the incident that had prompted Thomas, my uncle and coach, to ask for some time alone. That one moment, that brutal cuckold scene in which I fucked his longtime boyfriend, had shattered the harmony we had built. The camping trip had been intended as a break, it was meant to be a time of camaraderie, of strengthening the bonds that held us together. And yet, the unexpected twist had thrown everything into disarray. I had crossed a line, a line I didn't even realize was there, and it had cost me the trust and closeness I had cherished with Thomas.

His departure from the campsite had been swift, his motorbike roaring to life as he left without a word. He needed space, he had said, to think and reflect on what had transpired. And as he sped away, his message to me was clear - he needed time, three months to be exact, to sort through his feelings and find a way to navigate the tangled emotions that had taken hold.

I had no way of knowing where Thomas had gone, where he had found solace during these months. His message had been cryptic, stating "everything would be good between us." But those words held a weight that lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the rift that had formed. I missed him. How I wish he hadn't insisted on competing with me. It would also help if my hormones weren't raging whenever I saw his muscular ass.

He had left me in charge of The Viking's Temple. I had always been a fast learner, both in business and in the gym. My business degree had come in handy when I took charge of the Temple. Aware of my potential, I had managed to secure multiple sponsorships for the gym during my step-uncle's absence. Through social media, I found an uncanny knack for marketing and promotion, turning the gym into a bustling hub of activity.

As I was about to leave the gym, the memories of Thomas' training sessions played like a montage in my mind. Little did I know that that particular day would mark a significant turning point in my journey. I heard the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. Could it be Thomas? Startled, I glanced towards the entrance, my heart pounding with surprise and anticipation. It was him. It was Thomas.

He stepped into the gym, looking even more rugged and masculine than I remembered. The red lumberjack shirt stretched over his broad chest, and his faded blue jeans clung to his powerful thighs. Even his beard seemed more impressive.

His face broke into a broad, warm smile as he dropped his bag on the floor. Without hesitation, he rushed towards me. I kept holding the barbell, my heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief.

"Leo!" Thomas exclaimed, his deep, resonant voice filled with happiness. "I've missed you, buddy." With a grin, I set the barbell down and, in one fluid motion, lifted Thomas off the ground, enveloping him a bear-hug. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders, and, for a moment, we held each other tight, the familiar scent of Thomas' body creating an atmosphere of reconciliation.

I finally set him down, and we both stood, catching our breath and holding each other at arm's length. "I missed you too, Thomas," I admitted. He nodded, his eyes locked onto me. "I'm sorry I was away for so long. It took me a while to figure some things out, but I'm back now."

"That's all that matters. The Viking's Temple isn't the same without you."

Thomas chuckled. "Well, it looks like you've done a pretty good job of keeping it in top shape."

And he still had no idea how much profit the gym had made last month. But Thomas continued. "Speaking of top shape... Your muscles have grown even more since I left. You've really been pushing yourself, haven't you?"

My chest swelled with pride as Thomas' hand reached out and lightly touched my chiseled pecs. "Yeah," I replied. "I've been working hard." Hard. His words and presence were making me hard elsewhere. I could feel the blood flow.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Thomas decided to make a point. He quickly removed his red lumberjack shirt, revealing a body that represented to me the apex of masculinity. Fuck.

"Take a look," Thomas said, gesturing to his own chest. "You've grown so much that you're my equal now." I felt a sense of accomplishment. I looked from my own reflection in the gym's mirror to Thomas's powerful physique. It was true. I had indeed reached a point where I could stand shoulder to shoulder with the strongest man I had ever met.

Of course the mirror didn't lie either, and the bulge in my shorts was much larger than the bulge in Thomas's pants. The perks of having a massive cock. This difference had been the cause of our rivalry and I didn't want to start it again. Not at that moment.

My keen eye caught the presence of two new tattoos on Thomas's body and I mentioned them to get that size difference out of my thoughts. "I see you've added a couple of new ink," I said, pointing to the tattoos. He looked down at his own skin, one hand resting on the skull tattoo that adorned his shoulder and then on the barbell tattoo on his forearm. "New beginnings, new chapters," he admitted.

When he finally caught a deep breath, I understood he was going to address the hurt and tension than had come between them. He began to speak, his voice carrying a mix of resolution and vulnerability. "Leo, when I saw you fucking Hassan in front of me, I felt a rush of emotions I couldn't control. I was angry, hurt, and confused. It was like a punch to the gut and I didn't know how to handle it." I listened attentively, knowing it was an important moment for us.

Thomas continued. "I decided to go on a road trip around Louisiana and then Florida to clear my head. I fucked lots of men, dozens of Latino men like you. If they were Colombian it was a plus. I wanted revenge. But it only made me realize that I was trying to fill a void that couldn't be filled that way."

I nodded, trying to understand the depth of his struggle: "Hey man, I'm sorry, I was just being myself. I did not want to leave you like this. Like you, I enjoy being dominant."

Thomas offered a forgiving smile. "I know Leo. I replayed that scene in my head a few times and I know today that it could have happened differently. I could have beaten you when we fought." I found the choice of words curious. Thomas was fooling himself. His boyfriend liked big dicks and, sooner or later, I was going to fuck him. But it was not yet the time to reignite that controversy.

He continued. "I want us to move forward, to rebuild our relationship on equal ground. Let's treat each other as equals."

With those words, we shared a heartfelt hug that was supposed to mend our relationship. It seemed everything was okay again. But then Thomas cleared his throat. "One more thing... About that bet I lost.... I was hoping you might reconsider it. I really don't feel comfortable with the idea of wearing only jockstraps in the house. Panties, out of question." His voice was very deep and seeing him talking like that was hot.

My eyes twinkled as I revealed the twist in the tale. "Thomas, there is something you should know. Hassan and Hamid, well, they decided to take matters into their own hands."

Thomas raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did they do?"

I had no idea how he would react, but I explained. "They renovated their and your entire underwear collection. I mean literally. They got rid of everything and replaced it with jockstraps. And they added a pair of black lacy French panties for you."

"Fuck." He seemed much less angry than I assumed he would be. "Well, that's one way to make sure I stick to the bet, I suppose. I bought new ones during my trip, but I will honor the bet then. I will be a man of my word. Jockstraps only. You can forget the panties."

My laughter filled the room: "Deal!". The thought of seeing him around wearing jockstraps made me horny. I continued. "And there is one more thing. I've moved to the biggest bedroom, which, as you may remember, belonged to you."

"I guess it is only fair considering the circumstances," he replied. I realized he was eager to head home after our reunion. But I had a surprise in store. "Before we leave," I suggested. "Why don't you come to the locker room with me?"

Thomas raised an eyebrow, curious. "Sure, but why the locker room?"

"You'll see." As we entered the men's locker room, Thomas eyes widened in surprise. A portion of the showers had been transformed into communal showers, with open spaces. Thomas looked around and then turned to me, intrigued. "What's all this, Leo?"

"I thought it would be a fun addition to the gym. You said yourself about your new tattoos. Changes. New beginnings." He smiled broadly. "I will take a shower. Do you wanna continue the conversation here?"

Thomas hesitated. "I don't know, Leo, I want to get home." His words betrayed his expressions. He began babbling some stuff, but I went to hug him and said I would meet him at home.

"One final thing before you go," I said. "I enjoyed the talk of treating each other as equals. No more rivalry between us," I lied. "Just two dominant tops sharing a house. We are equals now, just like you said. Equals." I don't know if he caught the intentional irony, but I emphasized the word "equals", glancing at him while I was in the process of taking my shorts and underwear off. Thomas was taken aback. My cock hung massive, soft. The word "equals" seemed almost comical at that moment. Where there is hierarchy there is no equality.

He watched it with a mixture of admiration and a touch of disbelief. I supposed he had always known that I was well on his way to becoming his equal I terms of physical strength, but the sight of my superior Alpha cock was a stark reminder of the disparity between us.

The sound of running water filled the space, and it was a clear that this was more than just a place to wash away the sweat and grime of a workout. Thomas was frozen and I enjoyed playing the exhibitionist. I couldn't help but notice that Thomas's gaze frequently wandered towards my colossal member. I observed Thomas's longing glances while I soaped the shaft. The water continued to flow, the silence heavy with unspoken actions, until finally Thomas left the room. Maybe the intensity became too much to bear. Fifteen minutes later, I cummed thinking about his firm butt.

THOMAS

In the weeks I had spent travelling across Florida, I had tried to forget the turmoil that had erupted between me, Leo and my boyfriend after that fateful day. I hated the thought Leo and Hassan had turned me into a cuck, bonded, humiliated. So I craved a personal journey, one that took me inside the ass of many different Latino men. I imagined each encounter as an attempt to overcome Leo and so I fucked them brutally.

Those encounters were a means of gaining back some control over my life. After an orgy in which I fucked two men from Puerto Rico, I proved to myself that I could be the apex, too. What had happened during the camp was a deviation from the norm, something fortuitous and unique, which, due to bad luck, placed me in a soon-to-be-forgot situation. It was the moment I decided to go back to Dallas.

Yet, when I reencountered Leo, the old feelings resurfaced. He remained an indomitable presence. There was an irresistible combination of muscles, charisma, and an aura of authority that Leo possessed. In fact, I hate to admit, he reminded me of myself when I was his age.

Alone, I returned to my house, our house, an air of anticipation surrounding me after the emotional day I had spent with Leo. The moment I entered the house I noticed something different. The smaller bedroom, the one that had been Leo's, had been meticulously prepared, waiting for my comeback. In the closet, I discovered a surprising collection of jockstraps and a pair of black panties, neatly arranged in rows. Leo's prank. I picked one of the jockstraps, running the smooth fabric through my fingers. It seemed comfortable enough.

But it was when I noticed the small note tucked into the drawer alongside the white jockstrap that my curiosity peaked. I unfolded it and read the message that Leo had written: "Welcome to your new room, Thomas. Enjoy your new collection and have fun. P.S.: Save the white jockstrap for a special occasion."

I decided to try one of the black jockstraps. I couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure I hadn't experienced before. The straps snugly held my hips, leaving my butt exposed, and the front pouch was small, tightening my dick. Walking over to the mirror in the room, I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection.

What I saw surprised me. I didn't recognize the man staring back at myself, the one in the jockstrap. The sight made me feel somewhat vulnerable and exposed, as if I were unveiling a part of myself that was supposed to be kept hidden. It was somewhat vulgar. However, I could not deny I was in top shape. My hard-earned physique was on full display and it as a testament to the dedication I had put into my own work. The jockstrap accentuated my strong legs and firm rear. And let's be honest here: who doesn't enjoy a top with a great butt moving back and forth?

I wasn't prepared nor did I want Leo to see me like that. This would confirm that I was complying with the terms of the bet. For some reason, I wanted to postpone doing this. But I am a man and men do not break promises. I took a long shower, locked the bedroom door, and slept, exhausted from the trip and the emotions.

The next day, I woke up to Leo's noise in the kitchen. True to the terms of our bet, I was dressed only in a jockstrap. Leo smiled a lot when he saw me owning it. "You look incredible in that jockstrap, Thomas," he said. And then "good morning."

"Morning. Well, I did lose the bet, didn't I?"

Leo chuckled. "That you did." He blatantly stared at my ass every second, so I sat down to eat a pancake he had prepared. The conversation soon shifted to Leo's life during my absence. I wanted to know the details of his routine and how he was fitting his duties and hobbies in his schedules. I owned the house, after all.

"I arrive at the gym at eight. Work and train every day, including on Sundays, as you saw."

"Anything else I should know?"

Leo consented. "On Tuesdays I go to Jasmine's house, the yoga instructor."

I was intrigued. I forgot he also liked to fuck women and some category of jealousy was felt inside of me: "Is it work related?" I asked.

"Of course not," he disdained. "I thought she was hot as hell and she responded to an advance. Tuesdays were the days her husband was away from home and she invited me. It ended up becoming a routine."

"Are you guys dating?"

Leo laughed at the question. "It is just sex. Great sex though." He became thoughtful. "On second thought... it has to do with work too. Since Jasmine's husband found out about the cheating, he started investing money in the gym and analyzing some contracts for us. He is a very rich lawyer."

"Wait..." I replied. "How can you be sure he is not tricking you?"

"Ah, Patrick is a quiet cuck. He enjoys watching me fuck his wife. Last Tuesday, he even begged to be fucked too. Before finishing the sentence, he had already cummed." Leo seemed like a machine. He told these things in a very safe way, as if they were common and everyday things. I was very surprised. He continued. "Anyway, this week he is going to buy me a dinner to talk about business. You are invited. And then you draw your own conclusions about it."

I became worried he was inclined more to the straight couples. "And the men? Have you not seen anyone? Not even Hamid?" I was afraid to ask about Hassan.

"On Thursdays is when the Persian brothers come over to the house. Hamid and Hassan also. We have a lot of fun."

I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of fun?"

Leo grinned mischievously, leaning in closer to me. "You'll have to wait and see. But if it makes you uncomfortable you can stay away from the house on Thursdays." He then changed his tone a little: "I am aware that this situation was what made you ran away. I don't know if you still have feelings for Hassan, so that's way I am warning you in advance."

I didn't know how to react. Leo seemed immature, not knowing the risk this meant. I thought about kicking him out of the house for his audacity, but I was paralyzed. He changed the subject: "And, don't worry, if you want to have the house to yourself some entire day of the week, on Saturdays I go to Eric and Aaron's house after the gym."

"Are you friends with Eric now?" This was almost worse than thinking he was fucking my ex-boyfriend in my own house. I hated Eric.

"Nah, just business," he said. "We record some videos for his OnlyFans account. Turns out there's a lot of money to be made there."

I was very intrigued by this but decided not to ask anything. It might seem that I was very interested in seeing these recordings, as indeed I was.

His sex life was very active, and I didn't want to be left behind: "I fucked a lot of asses in Florida too." Leo listened intently, asking me questions, and laughing. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.

On Monday and Tuesday, as we continued to spend time together at The Viking's Temple it was as if the past tension had melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of partnership. We trained side by side, lifting the exact same amount of weights, pushing our physical limits. The atmosphere was one of alliance and mutual support. It was clear our dynamic was more aligned, evolving into a true brotherhood.

The business and marketing acumen Leo had brought to the table, combined with my experience and knowledge seemed to create a synergy that breathed new life into The Viking's Temple. But on Tuesday night things were about to change.

As Leo prepared himself to go out to Jasmine's house, I was talking to a 28 years old man I met on Grindr. I was horny, needed to fuck some ass. But as soon as Leo left, I went to my computer and realized the search engine was open on Eric, Top Wrestler's OnlyFans page.

I decided to subscribe for one month. Five minutes later, sitting in my new room I opened the link and began to explore the content. At first, I found videos of Leo and Eric engaging in competitions, dressed in masks, and showcasing their muscles in various creative ways. Eric was a character known as Top Wrestler, Leo a character known as The Crusher. I became hard as fuck.

However, as I delved deeper into the content, I stumbled upon more intense videos. In the latest upload, Leo ad Eric were engaged in a brutal comparison of their cocks with various objects. Leo, in every aspect, seemed to dominate. I felt a twinge of pity for Eric. The difference in their cock girth was particularly remarkable. Eric's dick appeared so thin and so little in comparison to Leo's humungous uncut manhood. The comments were also very harsh towards Eric. This left me with double satisfaction.