Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 07

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

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

THOMAS

"How did I end up here bound to his machine by my own student?". Tied to the ropes, in front of the mirror, I faced a rare and unprecedented image: another man had defeated me. My muscles ached not just from the physical strain but from the blow to my pride.

I strained against the tight restraints of the pulley machine; my bulging muscles taut beneath my skin. Beads of sweat were rolling down my furrowed brow. The metallic clinks of the pulley echoed in the gym, emphasizing my futile struggle. My physique, usually a symbol of dominance and victory, showcased then a desperate effort to break free.

For the first time in my life, I confronted the stark reality that another man, 23 years old Leo, possessed a strength and determination that outmatched my own. Leo stood triumphantly, a smug grin on his face and the veins on his arms helped him savoring the moment of dominance. I trained him. Where did I go wrong?

Leo's beautiful and huge cock was throbbing, drawing attention to its enormous proportions. He thought fucking me with something so massive would scare me. Deep down, I knew that, despite feeling I would be torn apart, I was willing to: after all, all I had to do was say the word "Viking" and he would get me out of there.

No longer I could deny the sheer, superior size of Leo's cock, feeling an involuntary sense of awe and intimidation. "Look closely, Thomas," he declared with a triumphant smirk, thrusting his colossal cock forward. I had already felt the taste in my mouth, the strong masculine scent in my nostrils. It was a new era, Leo was rewriting the rules.

He paced around me. Had I reached my limit? I was covered in sweat, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But there was something else: in my eyes, a glimmer of desire. The desire to be dominated solely and exclusively by him.

I knew I would continue fucking other guys in the ass. But in my dynamic with Leo, the only possibility would be to give myself completely to him. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on me. Fuck. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. And he knew that.

He stopped behind me, observing my futile attempts to break free from the tightly bound ropes. "You are aware of the safe word, right?" he asked, a note of concern underlying the question. I was breathing heavily and nodded. Yet, despite my attempts to break free, the safe word remained unspoken, leaving me entangled in a complex dance of resistance and submission.

He went for his gym bag and got some lube. Along the way, he got more triceps ropes. He then bound me tighter, causing me to arch my back slightly. He took a step back and looked at me with a grin in his face. "You look so beautiful like this." Then, he poured some lube onto his fingers and then reach around me, rubbing it onto my ass. It was finally happening. A scene I always regarded as impossible. Me. A Dom Power Top who was about to be penetrated.

His thick finger broke the breaches of my hole. My hole was tight, almost if it had been carved to not be violated. I moaned as he slid it in slowly, soon adding a second finger, stretching me open for what was to come.

"It won't fit," I kept thinking. Leo started rubbing his cock's big tip in my ass. He was patient, hoping my hole would adapt to it, perhaps expand just a fraction, as he waited for the tightness to lessen.

And while he waited, he licked my neck, whispered some harsh words in my ear, held my waist tighter. He heard me screaming, struggling, wanting it. At the same time, there was an uncommon language of resistance. With a subtle movement of my neck, I shifted to get a glimpse of the man holding me. It was a spellbinding experience. Throughout my whole life, I had always been the one in Leo's position - the top, authoritative, in control. For the first time I found myself in the role of the dominated bottom. It was a different kind of intimacy.

Gathering courage, I turned to Leo with a raw intensity in my eyes. "Leo," I began, my voice a low whisper. "Do what you need to do." Leo's response was a slow nod. His hands, strong and assured, explored the contours of my butt, tracing a path that sent shivers down my spine. Leo's movements were unhurried, I felt each lick and finger. My ass was glistening with moisture and lube. I was feeling in trance.

We were kissing intensely. Those were very wet kisses, with good use of the tongue, without any type of shame. Those kisses you gave when you are both horny and in love. Leo was especially verbal and in charge that day: "Keep doing that. You are very good at it." I smiled and looked him in the eyes. Until he lightly slapped my face and praised my efforts: "Good boy." Fuck. Calling an almost 40-year-old guy like me, big, bearded, all tattooed, "boy" was nonsense. But I became very surprised and strangely excited. And it did not stop there.

"You are going to take every inch of Daddy's big cock and you are going to love it." The thought of addressing him as "Daddy" during sex initially struck me as peculiar. It's not common that one refers to a younger man with a term often associated with maturity. And I was his his coach! However, Leo's sheer confidence and authoritarian behavior made it completely fitting. I looked at him very firmly, very seriously, and spoke in my usual deep tone. "I want you, Leo."

I was wet and horny. He positioned his cock at my rear entrance and began to push. I felt the head pop inside me, and I let out a real loud moan. It was massive ad it was hurting but my levels of pleasure were reaching limits beyond what I had ever experienced. As he pushed it slowly, he counted every inch.

It was so thick and long that I got the sensation I was being fisted. Leo had the largest, thickest, most powerful cock I had ever seen. He got into my head and body, making me feel small when I am not even small. I felt he was reshaping my ass, to comfort his needs as a man. Brutally fucked, all I could do was scream and moan. My noises only made him go harder.

"You are my coach and I learnt from you the best exercises for getting muscles. Now I am going to teach you how to be a good bitch." I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. Under any other circumstance, this banter would make me punch the one who spoke it directly in the face, but with Leo it made sense. I was indeed feeling myself like his slut. It felt so good that I started to beg him to fuck me harder. His hands held my hips tightly as he pushed his cock into my ass with even more pressure.

"You like that, bitch?", he asked. I just nodded and he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, seeing my desperate face as he fucked me harder and faster.

My mental resistance was destroyed, as it was my ass. And the fuck never stopped. I was surprised by our stamina, maintaining an arch and keeping my ass pointed back for my man's pleasure as he fucked me.

He slowly removed his monster from my ass. Perhaps as a result of the roles we played, I felt that my dick had never been so small, shrunken, as if, being next to Leo, it had become an unnecessary sexual organ. All I could think about was the vacuum inside my ass.

I was panting. I was in pure ecstasy, like in another realm. I realized he was untying me. It felt weird. The ropes, the scenery, the idealization that I was trapped, helped make me think that it was all just a consequence of my defeat, and not because I was wanting it.

Therefore, when he finished untying me, and linked his arms around my waist, I knew that I had reached another level of submissiveness, in which I would have to demonstrate that I wanted to be fucked by him. No ropes. No roleplay. Just me submitting to another top.

His cock was looking huge, very hard. He was very aroused by me. I hugged my man, our pecs rubbing together, sweating. "More, please," I begged him. It was what I wanted. He didn't need to be told twice as he put me on all fours. This time, the gym mirror showed us from the side. He then began to slap my butt cheeks, like I was his property. He spanked me hard and fast, leaving me red and sting. I would never forget my image reflected in the mirror like that, a mountain of muscles being punished.

I felt an uncontrollable urge to cum. We were both resisting it, to prolong that feeling of pleasure. It was months before I finally admitted that I need him to fuck me and that even though I was a strict top, he would be my exception.

I started moaning loudly and when I finally screamed "I want to cum, Leo" I started to feel him losing control. His response was "I'm going to cum inside you, bitch", which also prompted me to burst my load. He cummed like a breeder, torrents and torrents of thick jizz inside my hole. It was a strange new and pleasant sensation.

When he finally finished doing it, I could feel it oozing out of my ass and down my legs. He kept his cock inside me for a few time. Exhausted, he pulled out and slapped my ass again. When I looked at his cock again, I could not believe I was able to take that insane amount of inches. It was so big he would be the biggest star in Tim Tales. I smiled as I felt his warm cum dripping down my legs. My ass was sore. My hole was gapping wide. And yet I was feeling like I had accomplished the most challenging of the missions.

I searched for his embrace and he pulled me over his massive chest. I felt a strange amalgamation of vulnerability and acceptance. The rhythmic rise and fall of Leo's breathing created a steady, reassuring backdrop.

"I bet you never imagined it would come to this, Coach," Leo remarked with a low chuckle.

"You are very good at it, Leo. I enjoyed it a lot." As I caressed his pectorals, I took a long look at his cock, getting soft. It was the cock every man would like to have. The cock of a man who could fuck whoever he wanted. "I want more of those sessions we had," I finally said.

"You enjoyed being under my control, huh, Coach?" he teased, emphasizing the word Coach with a hint of authority. "I can work with that."

"But it is going to be our secret, you got it? Bros on the outside, something else behind closed doors."

Leo, reveling in the power dynamic, could not resist a brag. "The world can see us as bros, but behind the scenes, you will be mine every Sunday." And so it was for the rest of the time we would spend together until the date Leo would return to Medellin.

Some people may have seen Leo as an asshole, his need to be worshipped indicative of some lack of self confidence. It was far from the truth. He was cocky, but he could also be very gentle. Truth is he was fueled by competitiveness. It is an inherent aspect of male society, deeply ingrained, evident in men's affinity for sports and physical challenges. Why on bed this would be different?

And I was exactly like him. I had long held the belief that I was the undisputed top dog, the epitome of the Alpha. My confidence was unshakable, and I navigated life with a certainty about my position in the male hierarchy. However, upon knowing more and more about Leo, my perception began to shift.

As I learned more about Leo's capabilities a curious dynamic unfolded between us. Leo became even more gentle and considerate. Although good, it also intrigued me, because I knew that, hidden beneath that gentleness, there was his latent prowess for domination. Part of me could not resist testing the waters to see how Leo would respond when faced with challenges.

There was an undeniable thrill in provoking Leo, attempting to overcome him in various challenges. This dynamic brought the best in him. Each time I pushed him, he rose to the occasion, performing with a level of skill and confidence that left me in awe.

In that quiet corner of The Viking's Temple gym, a subtle shift in power dynamics had consolidated itself. The roles had reversed, and Leo was not just the 23 years old jock under my guidance. I had to call him Daddy. Sometimes he said "good boy" to me. He was the dominant figure in our connection.

Muscles. Masculinity. My beard, my tattoos. His jawline, his big cock. Two virile men having fun together. Until one quiet moment of contemplation was interrupted by Leo's voice: "And when will you wear those black French panties for me?"

A wave of panic washed over me. The notion seemed to clash violently with the image of my burly, manly physique. The mental image that unfolded painted a vivid contrast and I could not help but wonder how such delicate garments could coexist with the undeniable virility I had always embodied.

It was a proposition that challenged the very essence of my identity. "We'll see about that," I said. "I don't enjoy the idea." Leo laughed at my response. Maybe deep down he knew that eventually my resistance would crumble beneath a deeper realization: he had become my man, and I would explore uncharted territories to please him.

ERIC

It had been a while since I had lost some sparkle in my eyes. Precisely since Leo had informed me that he would no longer record videos together. I even had paused recordings for my popular page, Top Wrestler. I was feeling left out.

Me, Eric, the Top Wrestler, used to be this arrogant guy, always throwing my weight around and bullying others. Then, one day, through my boyfriend, Aaron, I met Leo. He was like the epitome of everything I wanted to be - confident, effortlessly charismatic and extremely well hung. I ended up idolizing him. Leo had become the beacon of what a true man should be in my eyes.

It also prompted me to connect with my true self: a resentful guy, who only stopped being so when he was by Leo's side. The partnership with Leo had uncovered a long list of fetishes I had hidden. Such as size comparison and feeling pleasure in being humiliated because of my average dick size. Leo was the perfect man to provide me with this level of excitement, as he had the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life, porn included.

But 23 years old Leo was Thomas's student and step-nephew. And 38 years old Thomas was my, let's say, arch-nemesis since forever. Thomas was the guy I had been competing with almost my whole life in Dallas. And by then Leo and Thomas had become inseparable. Best friends, business partners.

Noticing how this particular story was affecting me, Aaron asked me to have coffee. While we both waited for our cappuccinos, my boyfriend leaned in and offered some comforting words: "Man, the situation is tough. It must be hard seeing someone you admire so much forming strong connections with people you'd rather keep at arm's length."

I sighed, shaking my head. "I think about calling Leo. But I don' want to burden him with my insecurities. Besides it is not like I can compete with Thomas this time. They live together, they train together, they work together. The very person who inspired me to change is now a part of the reason I feel so isolated."

Aaron's answer was quick, of someone who had already thought of a solution. His eyes lit up with a spark of inspiration. "Hey, baby, I heard something interesting recently. From the horse's mouth. Before Leo goes back to Colombia, he wants to fuck someone together with Thomas. Some trio they want to try." My eyebrows raised in surprise, my curiosity piqued.

Aaron continued, "Why not talk to Leo, or maybe even Thomas, about being the third one? It might be the bridge you need to overcome these feelings of being left out, make peace with whatever you feel about Thomas."

I became absolute intrigued. "The three of us are tops. It would not work..." I babbled lots of things. The mere suggestion left me speechless. "Wait," I continued. "Do you think Leo is fucking Thomas?"

He laughed a little bit. "I honestly have no idea. But I would not be surprised. Who Leo hasn't fucked yet? You, and that is just because you are stubborn. We know you want it. Nowadays you only bust your load seeing pics of Leo's cock."

My initial surprise shifted to a thoughtful contemplation. "It is a bold move, for sure," I admitted. "Maybe it will end up with both me and Leo fucking Thomas? I should try. Thanks for telling me that, baby."

Was I being delusional? Anyway, the idea of reconnecting with Leo is what moved me. I took some impressive steps forward, faster than I could have anticipated. Two days after that, I walked into the Viking's Temple, Thomas's gym. Spotting Thomas across the room, I approached him, a mix of nervousness and sincerity etched in my face. "Hey, Thomas," I began tentatively, "mind if we talk for a moment?"

Thomas, focused o adjusting equipment, turned to face me, his expression was unreadable: "What brings you back here, Eric?" he asked me, his tone neutral.

Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat before speaking. "I want to apologize for my behavior and ask if you could find it in yourself to forgive me. Hoping for a fresh start."

Thomas, his gaze steady, regarded me for a moment before letting out a measured sigh. "Apology accepted," surprising me with the calm in his response. Thomas was older than me and always seemed much more mature. Aroud him I had always behaved myself like a brat.

I kept constantly looking around, clearly for Leo. I was under the impression Thomas realized that. Thomas broke the silence. "So, Eric, what brings you here today? Will you go back to train at The Viking's Temple again?"

"Can I, Thomas? I understand if you're not comfortable with it."

"Come back, Eric. You are in great shape by the way. I saw your videos with Leo. Top Wrestler versus The Crusher. I didn't realize you were into that stuff."

Surprise and anger flooded my expression as Thomas extended his hand for a handshake. "I will not judge you, man. Leo is not here at the moment, by the way." I blushed. Thomas continued. "I will tell him to message you later." I smiled. A genuine smile.

Four hours later, when I arrived home from jogging, my phone buzzed with a message from Leo. Anticipation and anxiety mingled. "Hey bro, I heard you and Thomas are on good terms. How about the three of us record a video together? One last before I head back to Colombia. What do you think? This Saturday?"

A rush of emotions surged through me, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I quickly replied: "Absolutely. I am up to anything. Just let me know the time."

"Don't say yes yet. It's gonna be me and Thomas fucking you. We will make you our bottom. Still up to it?"

My heart was beating extremely fast and my dick was as hard as one could be. It would my last time with Leo. My only chance to say goodbye. I needed to see him again, even if I had to obey him completely. "I will give it a thought." I really wanted to, but I was scared. Maybe my first experience as a bottom should be with a pencil dick like mine.

Leo's response was swift. "Let's call it Two Horses and A Shrimp. I've got some ideas brewing and I think it will be a fantastic way to capture our differences. See you there, Shrimp."

As much as I was excited, I became scared. But a sparkle came back to my eyes. Leo had that effect on me. If there is just one top who can make another top bend over, this man is Leo.

AARON

In the days leading up to the recording of "Two Horses and A Shrimp", a whirlwind of emotions stirred within Eric. Anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of nostalgia mingled as he contemplated the significance of what would be his final moment with Leo before his return to Colombia.

Leo entered Eric's life to teach him humbleness and to make him connect with his true desires. Therefore, the prospect of collaborating on this private video became more than just a creative endeavor; it symbolized the culmination of a moment. From bully top, Eric had become a man addicted to big cocks.