Unseen Powers Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - Shadows of Desire

The day had stretched on endlessly for Alex. The words of his professors had washed over him, not making any sense. He was physically present in the classrooms, but mentally, he was still in that bathroom with Leon, reliving every moment, every touch, every look.

Classes ended, but the echo of the morning's incident did not subside. He walked through the campus, an island in the middle of the sea of students, lost in the whirlpool of his thoughts.

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the college grounds. The once bustling pathways were now relatively quieter as students retired to their dorms or local hangouts. He walked on, the weight of the day pressing heavily on him, his mind a cacophony of questions and confusion.

He wore Leon's shirt under his coat, the fabric feeling oddly comforting against his skin. It felt like a talisman, a physical proof that what he'd experienced wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

His apartment building was in sight, a beacon of solitude that he desperately needed right now. As he reached for the keys in his pocket, a sudden thought struck him. He paused, keys in hand, and looked back at the sea of students milling around the campus.

He paused, keys in hand, and looked back at the sea of students milling around the campus. Among them was Leon, his stance towering and bold, surrounded by his team. The team was a smoldering palette of charisma and vigor, each member possessing an allure of their own. With their chiseled faces, playful smiles, and muscular bodies emphasized by the tailored athletic wear they adorned, they were like Greek statues brought to life.

Suddenly, Alex felt a knot in his stomach. His heart began racing and a sheen of cold sweat covered his brow. He was panicking, trapped in the sea of bodies, yet his gaze remained fixed on Leon. His tall, muscular frame rippled with strength, his dark hair tousled in a way that was distractingly attractive. His eyes, intense and captivating, radiated an energy that Alex found hard to resist.

And then, like a hunter spotting his prey, Leon's gaze locked with Alex. A flash of recognition crossed his face, and he started to run towards Alex, threading effortlessly through the crowd. Leon reached him, out of breath but with a sincere look on his face.

"I'm really sorry for what happened this morning, man," Leon said. His voice was low, almost apologetic.

Alex blinked, swallowed hard, then said, "Leon." Leon's eyes widened in confusion. "How do you know my name?" he asked.

Alex simply shrugged, his eyes flickering towards his own coat. The simple act of moving revealed a glimpse of Leon's shirt under Alex's coat. Leon's gaze followed, his expression darkening with confusion.

"Isn't that my shirt? How is that possible?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of disbelief.

Alex grimaced, a deep flush creeping onto his cheeks. He'd hoped Leon wouldn't notice the shirt, but now he had to come up with a plausible explanation, and fast.

Leon's sudden display of confusion had unnerved Alex, making the reality of the situation dawn on him. Stumbling over his words, he cut Leon off mid-question, his voice tinged with a slight edge of panic.

"Just... just stop talking and follow me," he ordered. He didn't know if Leon would listen or not, but it was worth a shot. For a moment, Leon looked taken aback by the abrupt command, but then, his eyes glazed over again, his gaze turning vacant.

"Sure, man," Leon responded, his voice oddly empty.

Alex let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he'd been holding. He spun around, starting to walk towards his apartment, feeling the heavy gaze of Leon's eyes on his back. Alex couldn't help but steal a glance at Leon from over his shoulder, catching sight of the towering, muscular figure following him obediently.

'What have I gotten myself into?' Alex thought as he fumbled with the keys to his apartment. The weight of the situation was sinking in, and he wasn't sure how he would navigate this strange and bewildering circumstance.

"Come in," Alex gestured towards the interior of his apartment, holding the door open for Leon. Leon followed the command, his sizable form shadowing the entire entranceway as he stepped inside. His presence was commanding, filling the room with an unseen weight that left Alex slightly breathless. Leon stood in the middle of the living room, like a statue, his eyes vacant and glazed.

"Sit down," Alex indicated the couch, a slight tremor in his voice. It was a modest piece of furniture, dwarfed by Leon's imposing height. He watched as Leon navigated his way around the room, his every move carrying an understated power. He sat down, the couch creaking slightly under his weight.

With Leon seated, Alex took a moment to gather his thoughts. His mind was racing, struggling to make sense of the situation. His heart pounded in his chest as he wondered what to do next. He knew he had to say something, anything that might help him figure out why Leon didn't remember this morning. But the words were stuck, a lump in his throat, leaving him speechless in the face of the situation.

Pulling himself together, he took a deep breath. "Leon," he began, his voice stronger than he felt, "We need to talk about this morning..."

"Leon, could you... uh, remove your jacket and coat?" Alex managed to stutter out, his voice shaky. He didn't understand what was happening to Leon but figured trying to replicate the conditions from the morning might help.

Without uttering a word, Leon complied. He slipped out of his coat and let it fall onto the floor, then proceeded to unzip his varsity jacket, revealing his bare torso underneath. There was no shirt, Alex noticed, swallowing hard as Leon's skin was bared to his gaze.

Leon's body was a marvel. Sun-kissed and sculpted, his chest was a landscape of well-defined muscles, a testament to countless hours spent in the gym. Each line, each curve was perfectly delineated, exuding raw masculinity and pure strength. The washboard abs that defined his midriff were hard as rock, the lean striations of muscle hinting at the power contained within. His pecs were firm and rounded, tapering down to a narrow waist that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

The light from the window danced on his skin, highlighting the ripples of his abdominals and the broad expanse of his chest. His arms, brawny and veined, were left bare, showcasing the sinewy muscles of his biceps and triceps. Even at rest, his physique radiated a potent virility that was both intimidating and tantalizing.

There was a mesmerizing allure to his physique, a magnetic pull that demanded attention. His body was like a piece of art, each muscle and curve flawlessly etched. Alex found his eyes roaming, taking in the intricate details, unable to look away. He could feel his heartbeat quicken, heat spreading across his face as he became acutely aware of the intense physicality of Leon's presence.

Lost in the spectacle before him, Alex felt a knot of tension building in his stomach. He felt drawn in, captivated by the raw sensuality of Leon's form. It was a sight that stirred something within him, a primal urge that he had never experienced before. As his gaze lingered on Leon, he felt his breath hitch, the room growing uncomfortably warm.

"Leon..." he found his voice again, a whisper barely louder than the beating of his heart, "Do you... remember anything from this morning?"

Leon remained silent, his vacant gaze still trained on some unfathomable point in the distance. He didn't even seem to register Alex's question about the morning. It was clear to Alex now that Leon was only responding to his direct orders.

In a voice barely above a whisper, Alex murmured, "Leon... could you, um, remove your...pants?" His heart pounded in his chest as the words left his mouth. He held his breath, but Leon didn't move. He just stood there, stoic and silent as a statue.

Alex's mind raced. He had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it. But he had come this far. He took a deep breath, steadied his voice, and spoke again.

"Leon," he said, this time with a more commanding tone, "remove your pants."

To his relief--and surprise--Leon obeyed. He unfastened the button of his jeans, his movements slow and mechanical, and let them slide down his legs, revealing a tight white jockstrap that did little to hide the rippling muscles of his thighs and the sculpted curves of his glutes. His body was a masterpiece, a sight that left Alex breathless and entranced.

Leon was incredibly tall, his body towering above Alex's like a marble statue of a Greek god. Alex had to crane his neck to meet his gaze. The size difference was more apparent now than ever, with Leon standing in nothing but his jockstrap, his broad shoulders and narrow waist creating a striking V shape that accentuated his impressive height.

The sight was intoxicating, dizzying. His heart pounded in his chest, the blood rushing in his ears. He had never been this close to such raw, physical masculinity before. The power radiating from Leon was intense, nearly palpable, and it sent a shiver down Alex's spine.

His skin was flushed, and he could feel a bead of sweat trickling down his back. The room seemed to shrink around him, the walls closing in as he felt Leon's towering presence. The tension was unbearable, the anticipation gnawing at him. But despite his nervousness, Alex couldn't bring himself to look away.

"Leon," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "can you hear me?"

Leon didn't respond, the vacant look still in his eyes, his body statuesque in the muted afternoon light filtering through the apartment's windows.

Alex hesitated, then took a step towards him, before walking around to the back. Leon's ass was on full display due to the minimalistic design of the jockstrap. His sculpted glutes were firm and round, looking like two halves of a perfect, muscular peach. They were the sort of glutes one could only achieve with hard training and natural gifts, muscles toned to perfection and wrapped in flawless, bronzed skin. Each globe was delineated with such a clarity that it would leave any artist awestruck.

Feeling a little light-headed, Alex took a step back to appreciate the view, his heart pounding against his rib cage. His mouth was dry, his hands trembling as he studied Leon's rear profile. It was the most intimate view he'd ever had of the jock, and the sight left him breathless and lightheaded.

Walking back around to the front, his gaze naturally drifted downwards. His breath hitched at the sight of Leon's package, impressively filling out the front of his jockstrap. The outline was impossible to ignore. The cotton fabric strained under the weight of Leon's masculinity, the material outlining the shape of him in a way that was both discreet and utterly explicit.

Alex felt his face burning, his cheeks reddening as he tried to look away. But it was hard to ignore such a sight. It was all very much real and very much in front of him. And despite his nervousness, Alex felt a strange sense of exhilaration, a feeling of being on the edge of something he had no way of understanding yet.

Alex's throat was dry as the Sahara, the words coming out as a croak. "Remove... your jockstrap," he commanded. It felt strange, like he was someone else speaking, watching from the outside in.

Leon, still with that vacant look in his eyes, slowly reached down and slid the band of the jockstrap down his hips. The white fabric slowly slipped away, revealing him in his full glory. Leon was astonishingly well-endowed, the sight causing Alex's breath to hitch in his throat.

It wasn't just the size of it, though that was certainly impressive. It was the sheer masculinity of the sight, the raw virility that came from seeing Leon standing there, completely bare in the soft, diffuse light of the apartment. Leon's member was flaccid, but even in its rest state, it was an impressive sight. Thick and weighty, it rested against his thigh, the length and girth both substantial.

The sight of Leon, standing there entirely naked, his toned chest glistening slightly in the soft light, made Alex feel dizzy with desire. The impressive sight of Leon's masculinity was a heady, intoxicating image that left Alex's mind reeling.

Standing there, with the towering figure of Leon before him, Alex had never felt so small. Yet there was a powerful allure in that contrast, a potent eroticism in the stark difference between them. Despite his anxiety, Alex couldn't deny the thrill running up his spine, the raw sexual energy radiating from the silent jock making his heart pound in his chest. It was intense, heady, and utterly intoxicating.

Alex tentatively reached out his hand, tracing a line from the defined pectoral muscles, down the smooth plane of Leon's abdomen, finally making contact with Leon's flaccid member. As he wrapped his fingers around the base, the raw heat of Leon's body was almost enough to make him gasp. He had to swallow hard, forcing his hand not to tremble.

Leon's member began to harden in Alex's hand, the transition gradual but inevitable. The sight was intoxicating, the growth of it commanding Alex's full attention. It wasn't long before the length of Leon's member expanded to a full nine inches. The organ felt hot and heavy in his hand, the base broad and filling his grip. The texture was soft, velvety, and just a shade darker than the rest of his skin. The head of it was a smooth bulbous shape, swollen and hard. Leon's balls were equally impressive, large and firm in Alex's hand, pulling up slightly as he grew fully hard.

All the while, Leon stood there impassively, his eyes glazed over, his gaze still fixed above Alex. It was a surreal experience, but Alex couldn't deny the electric thrill of it. The contrast of their bodies, the raw masculine power of Leon's body under his control... it was more than he could have ever imagined.

Unable to resist, Alex leaned in, pressing his lips to one of Leon's nipples. The taste of salt, the hint of sweat, the feel of Leon's muscular chest under his lips, all of it sent shivers down Alex's spine. He began to suck on the nipple, making it wet with his mouth while his hand continued its work on Leon's cock.

The entire scene was intensely erotic, the powerful silence only heightening the anticipation. The musky scent of Leon's arousal filled the air, and the heat radiating from his body was a constant reminder of the raw, sexual energy between them. As Alex continued to stimulate Leon, he could feel his own arousal growing, a heated sensation that made his breath hitch in his throat.

The overwhelming sensation of Leon's solid body beneath his hands and mouth was pushing Alex to his limits. The tension building in his own body was reaching a critical point. He needed more, wanted more. In a voice rough with desire, he looked up at Leon and commanded, "Touch yourself."

Without a word, Leon's hand reached down to his arousal, mirroring the rhythm Alex had established earlier. The sight of Leon's large hand working his own impressive length was undeniably stimulating, pushing Alex further into his own heady lust.

Alex moved his hands upwards, fingers brushing over Leon's defined abs to cup his chest. Each pec was a handful, firm and warm beneath his touch. He gave a light squeeze, the muscle yielding slightly under his fingers, and let out a low moan. He leaned back into Leon's chest, attaching his mouth to a dark nipple once again. The taste and feel of the other man's skin was enough to make his head spin, a delicious distraction as he began to stroke himself.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and soft moans, their bodies moving in tandem. Alex's hand moved in a rhythm along his own length, in sync with Leon's movements. The sight of Leon's hand moving over himself, the feel of his muscular chest under his fingers, and the taste of his skin under his mouth was an overload of sensations. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

And yet, despite the intense eroticism of the moment, Leon's eyes remained glazed over, his gaze still vacant. Even as he followed Alex's commands, he seemed disconnected from the carnal scene they were creating. But that vacant stare only served to add to the erotic tension of the situation, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Guided by his unbound arousal, Alex's hand on his own member moved faster, the slick sound of skin on skin adding to the heavy tension in the room. His cock, a little over five and a half inches, throbbed with need. As he watched Leon pumping his impressive length, he commanded with a husky voice, "Faster, Leon."

The sight of Leon complying to his command, his dark hand moving faster on his engorged shaft, pushed Alex over the edge. With a loud groan, he released, his cum shooting out onto Leon's thigh. His load, warm and thick, splattered across Leon's smooth, dark skin, a stark contrast against the muscle.

Gasping for air, Alex detached from Leon's nipple, his eyes falling on Leon, still pumping his own cock. There was something intensely arousing about the scene - Leon's glazed eyes, the rhythm of his hand on his own arousal, the way his muscles flexed and tensed with each stroke.

The sight fueled a wicked idea. As he watched Leon, his voice heavy with post-orgasmic languor, he commanded, "Cum for me, Leon." The anticipation of seeing the muscled man at his command unravel was both thrilling and extremely erotic.

With the command hanging in the air, Leon's pace increased, his large hand a blur on his impressive length. Then, suddenly, his body tensed, his muscles locking under the strain of his release. His cum shot out, the powerful stream arcing through the air and landing on the hardwood floor a few feet away. Despite the physical reaction, his face remained impassive, his eyes vacant.

Leon's orgasm, despite his lack of visible pleasure, was a sight to behold. The sight of his large, hard body in such a state of release was intensely erotic, further fueling Alex's own post-orgasmic haze. His cum, now cooling on the hardwood floor, stood as a testament to his authority over the muscle-bound man.

As Leon's release came to a halt, Alex felt an unfamiliar surge of confidence. His voice, no longer shaky with insecurity, commanded with newfound authority, "Put your clothes back on, Leon." It was an order, not a request, and Leon, still lost in his trance, began to comply.

Leon reached down to slip back into his white jockstrap. The garment struggled to contain his still partially erect cock, the fabric stretching taut across his impressive length. It left little to the imagination, the sight of his bulge extremely arousing.

Next, he pulled on his pants, the fabric sticking to his thigh where Alex's cum had landed. The moisture created a visible stain, the dark patch a stark contrast against the lighter color of the material. As he worked the pants up his legs, the wetness spread, clinging to his skin and leaving a faint sheen on the fabric.

Leon continued to dress under Alex's command, slipping his toned arms through the sleeves of his varsity jacket. The material hugged his broad shoulders, accentuating his powerful frame. The emblem of the basketball team glinted on his chest, a symbol of his athletic prowess.

Finally, he shrugged into his coat, the fabric enveloping him in a protective layer. It concealed the visual evidence of their intimate encounter, returning him to the familiar image of the confident, athletic jock he portrayed to the world. The coat, while necessary to ward off the chill, added an air of mystery and allure, leaving only hints of the muscular physique beneath.

With each garment donned, Leon's transformation back into the stoic figure he had been before was complete. He stood before Alex, still vacant, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the room. It was as if he had never been touched or aroused, as if the intimate encounter had never occurred.