Tamed

Previously:

"Now, you can sleep." Rob kissed the top of Tyler's head before scooping his body up in his arms as if the twink were light as a feather. He carried the boy to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. He gently removed Tyler's shorts and pulled the bed covers over him. Walking around to the other side, Rob stripped himself naked and slid in beside the boy. He turned Tyler on his side and pushed himself up against the young man's back. His semi-hard cock nestled perfectly in the crevice between the hairless mounds of Tyler's ass. Rob draped his arm around Tyler's body and pulled him in close. The last sensation Tyler felt before drifting off to sleep was the gentle cadence of Rob's warm breath on his bare neck.

Tyler woke to the smell of coffee. For just a moment his mind was disoriented, but a short electric shock of pain deep in his hole caused the memories from the previous evening to come flooding back. He rolled over to see the empty space where Rob had slept next to him. Pressing his face to the sheets, he inhaled deeply, sensing just a hint of the man's smell left behind. His dick was throbbing, but he felt conflicted about the situation. He'd been fucked, marked, and then clung to Rob as he sobbed. How could the man ever respect him again? What a little bitch! Tyler began to feel anger at himself for allowing all of this to happen.

"Well, good morning!" Rob's deep voice shook Tyler from his thoughts.

Tyler rolled back onto his side and took in the sight of the man. Rob was still naked. His large frame filled the doorway. His body blocked the light from the living room windows, creating a golden aura, outlining his form and kissing his caramel skin. Rob's muscles seemed to bulge even in their most relaxed state, and his cock hung heavy and slightly aroused over a low-hanging set of hefty balls. The hair on his arms and legs seemed to sparkle in the light. His smile was warm and comforting, as he stretched his arm out toward Tyler. In his grasp was a coffee mug. A swirl of steam rose from the rim and dissipated in the air, filling it with a delicious aroma.

"I thought you might want some coffee." Rob's feet thudded commandingly as he approached the bed. His massive cock swung side to side in a mesmerizing display. Tyler's eyes broke free of its spell, and he reached for the mug.

"Thank you." He was grateful but feeling awkward and timid, unsure of where to go from here. He took a small sip to test the temperature and rested the drink on his nightstand. Pulling himself up, he sat back against the headboard. He pulled his legs up, so his knees were bent and his feet were flat on the mattress.

Rob sat down in the space where Tyler's legs had been. He wrapped his hand around the front of the boy's leg, just below his knee. Looking into Tyler's eyes, he smiled a knowing smile. "Did you sleep OK?"

Tyler nodded, suddenly realizing he'd slept deeply through the night. "Thanks." It seemed to be the only thing he could say now.

"I'm free today. I was thinking I'd spend the day with you." Rob's voice was more cheerful now.

Tyler's face brightened. As unnerved as he was, Rob was safe. He was thrilling. He was someone Tyler always looked forward to spending time with. Now, he needed it even more.

"Good! Drink up! I'll need a shower soon." Rob stood and kissed the top of Tyler's head, hugging it into his bare chest.

Tyler felt instantly calmed. His dick still throbbed, but his heartbeat began to slow. He watched Rob's towering body saunter off toward the bathroom. He sipped his coffee to clear the morning fog from his brain. Reaching down, he briefly wrapped his hand around his blanket-covered rod. Giving it a squeeze, his eyes rolled back. He let go and shook his head with a smile. Tyler wasn't clear on where things were headed, but he knew at least part of him was excited to find out.

Rob turned on the shower and rummaged around the bathroom, locating a towel, a spare toothbrush, and other necessities. Returning to Tyler, he gripped the blanket covering the beautiful boy and tossed it back, revealing the athletic twink's naked form and throbbing dick.

Tyler blushed from the sudden exposure. "Hey!"

Rob laughed. "Well, at least part of you is up already. Come on boy! Let's get this day started."

Tyler felt equal parts humbled and excited. Rob had never called him "boy" before. He didn't hate it, even though he tried. Reluctantly, he rose from the bed, his stiff rod jutting out in front of him. He brushed past Rob on his way to the bathroom, and then felt himself stopped in his tracks by the man's sudden grip on his body just above the hips.

Rob pulled Tyler back against him. His growing cock found its new nesting place in Tyler's crevice. Leaning over the boy, he pulled Tyler's head back and kissed him square on the lips. "Do you ever not look good enough to eat?"

"Oh please. I just woke up. I'm sure I look like shit." Tyler tried not to indicate just how much he was gushing inside from the compliment.

Still holding tight, Rob marched them both into the bathroom and planted them in front of the mirror. Tyler was shocked to see how much bigger Rob looked behind him. The pair had teamed up countless times to share eager sluts and have some fun. Tyler knew Rob was a big guy. He'd seen him in action. But he never truly comprehended the difference in their size until now.

For a moment they stared at each other in the mirror. The hairy muscled beast and his sexy twink. Then Rob broke the silence. "Look! Do you see what I see? You are so sexy, Tyler."

Tyler saw the reflection of his face redden slightly."Thanks, Rob. You are too. You know that." He paused, as if considering something. "God, you're huge." He couldn't help but acknowledge their obvious difference in size. He felt the thick trunk pressed between his cheeks flinch in response.

"I want you to see what I see when I look at you." Rob was still smiling, but his thoughts were deeper now. "There's so much more to you, Tyler." He moved his arms up, wrapping them around the boy and holding him tight. "You don't have anything to prove. I'm going to show you what can be." Rob felt Tyler stiffen in his arms. "And when you see it, you'll wonder why you fought it."

Tyler was caught off guard by the change in tone. The words penetrated him. He sat with them for a moment before responding. "I'm scared."

"I know you are. But what did I tell you? I got you." Rob felt Tyler rest back against him after his reassurance.

"I know you do. I just don't know if I want to be..."

"No, Tyler." Rob cut him off. "This isn't about labels. It's not about what you think of all the boys you've been with. It's that thinking that keeps you from being yourself. You'll see." He spun the boy around and gripped his shoulders. Their cocks rubbed against each other now.

Tyler still didn't fully understand. This was all happening so quickly. He looked up at Rob.

"You have this idea of what being a boy is. You know how to break one down and turn one on. I've seen you. But you don't see them. You just use them." Rob paused to let Tyler consider his words. "That's the part you're afraid of. Getting used just like you use them. Being seen the way you see them." He was getting to the heart of it now. "When I show you what it truly is to be my boy, you'll see it's nothing like that at all." Rob cupped the back of Tyler's head. "You've been fighting yourself. You've been conquering guys like Jason, just to prove you're a man. You haven't been kind to them, Tyler. But I'm going to show you how it should be. How it will be."

Tyler gasped at the realization that Rob already knew about his relationship with Jason. "How did you know?"

"Jason?" Rob smiled again. "We are very close. I saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at me at Michael's party. And that cage? I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed it through those tight, slutty pants."

"Fuck." Tyler began to understand his undoing of Jason was now becoming his own.

"It's OK." Rob was clearly unbothered. "But you aren't going to hurt anyone because of your own internal struggle. It's time for you to stop avoiding who you're meant to be."

Tyler felt as if Rob was looking right through him. Suddenly, all his confidence as a cocky, dominant top melted away. Was it really all a facade? A cover? He felt sick.

"Hey." Rob was serious now. "Trust me?"

With tears in his eyes, Tyler nodded his head. He did trust Rob. He'd always admired and respected the man, but there was always something even more underneath. Tyler knew he could let go with the man. Now, looking up at him, it's what he wanted to do.

Rob kissed the top of Tyler's head again. "OK, little man. Let's get cleaned up." He took the stunned twink by the hand and led him to the shower. They stood in the warm water together, allowing it to wash over them and rinse off the tension and the dirt of what was before.

Tyler felt lost and confused. Rob spoke as if he knew the young man better than he knew himself. He was older, wiser, more experienced, after all. His words resonated somewhere deep inside Tyler. But now, everything Tyler thought he knew seemed to be getting turned upside down.

The feeling of a soapy loofah swirling over his chest brought Tyler out of his stupor. Rob was washing him. Gently, carefully, the man caressed Tyler's body. It seemed impossible that hands and muscles of this magnitude were capable of such a light, loving touch. Tyler sighed and relaxed his shoulders, feeling the suds stream down his body under the pouring water. Rob took special care with The boy's still hard dick, and sensitive balls, and he lingered over the puffy ring of Tyler's hole. It all felt so relaxing and invigorating at the same time. Tyler was overcome with desire for Rob.

Suddenly, determined not to overthink it, Tyler allowed his knees to bend. He sank to the shower floor and took Rob's cock into his mouth. The man groaned as Tyler began to lick and around the hardening shaft. Pulling back, Tyler teased the ridge of the head and wiggled the tip of his tongue in the slit. Rob stretched his arms to brace himself against the wall.

Tyler had always admired Rob's enormous cock. The twink was very happy with his own endowment, but Rob was just so thick, and he hung so heavy, even when he was soft. He'd wondered what it might taste like, what it would feel like filling his mouth. He'd never dared to risk his status as a fellow alpha by even touching the beast though. He'd been happy to just watch it destroy the holes of lesser men.

Lesser men. That thought burned in his mind. Is that what he was? Isn't that what he thought of all his conquests? Even Jason? He had deep feelings for the guy, but he kept himself aloof because he thought that's how he was supposed to play it. He had to maintain an image. And all for what? Here he was on his knees anyway, suddenly realizing he was sucking the ass of a nameless bottom off the cock of his partner in crime.

The humiliation was unnerving. So too was the turn on. Tyler's own cock was aching now. He sucked more eagerly. A hunger inside him seemed to erupt. Tyler needed to make Rob feel good. He needed to make the man cum. A few short moans vibrated around Rob's cock, as Tyler fell into a submissive bliss.

Rob looked down at Tyler bobbing on his steel hard manhood. He'd never been so happy to be so right about a boy. This one was going to be a lot of fun. Rob knew Tyler was fragile at this stage. He didn't push. He allowed the sexy twink to fall in love with his cock and with serving him. He began to groan from pleasure. Rob never ceased to be amazed at the natural skills of an eager, untrained cocksucker. With some practice, Tyler was going to become quite the expert.

Tyler began to taste the salty gift of Rob's precum. He pressed on, sucking deep enough to gag himself before pulling back. His dick felt like it could explode. He wanted desperately to stroke himself, but Tyler knew better than to try that without expressed permission. This was about Rob's pleasure. The thrill was in tasting that cock and coaxing the cum from deep inside his balls. In fact, it almost felt wrong that Tyler should be enjoying this as much as he was.

Rob grunted and groaned. His hips began to pump slightly to meet Tyler's lips. "Fuck, boy. If I'd known you felt this good, I would have had you doing this a long time ago." The compliment implied to Tyler that Rob could have taken him down any time he chose, and the boy was beginning to realize that was probably an accurate assumption. He moaned in response, and continued sucking.

Finally, Tyler felt the cock expand in his mouth. Rob's breathing hitched. "Oh, Tyler. You're gonna make me cum!" The boy's pace increased. He was hungry for the load. And then Rob froze for a moment. His body went rigid. With a loud sigh, he bucked his hips and began to pump Tyler's mouth and throat full of his seed. His body shook. He gasped for air. Tyler felt rope after rope eject into the back of his throat. And then, it was over. Rob relaxed and slowed his breathing.

Tyler tasted the thick juice his tongue had managed to retain. He held it there for a minute before lovingly cleaning the deflating cock in his mouth. He swallowed over and over, drinking in all of Rob that he could get.

Eventually, Rob put his hands on Tyler's shoulders and pulled himself free. His shiny, thick monster still stood away from his body, but now curved downward a bit over half way to the tip, as if it was wilting like a flower. Moving his hands underneath Tyler's armpits, he scooped the boy up and kissed his forehead. He could feel Tyler's raging erection rub against his own spent cock. Rob looked into Tyler's eyes. "That was amazing, boy." He smiled, pausing to let things sink in. "See what happens when you allow yourself to be free?"

Tyler considered Rob's choice of words. He'd never thought of sucking cock as freedom. But something inside him felt so satisfied, so light. Whatever was happening, he certainly wanted more of it. "Thank you, Rob." He wrapped his arms around the man and they held each other under the warm cascade of the shower.

After a few minutes of that comforting embrace, Tyler stepped back and soaped up the loofah. He began to gently scrub Rob clean, mimicking the motions the man used earlier on him. Tyler's cock remained rock solid. The opportunity to feel every inch of Rob's body was thrilling. He took his time, memorizing all of it in a way he'd never done with anyone before.

Soon enough, they were both clean, and their bellies began to ache for food. They stood side by side, fussing over their faces and hair. Tyler dressed in his standard tank top and shorts, and Rob had him retrieve a bag from his car. The man pulled out a fresh pair of boxer briefs, a tee shirt, and some jeans. Once they were ready, Rob grabbed his keys and they pulled out of Tyler's driveway in Rob's black 911.

Meanwhile, Jason was becoming frantic at his condo. He hadn't heard from Tyler since the young stud shared him with Frank the day before. Since having his dick locked away, the muscle boy hadn't been able to go very long without some form of communication from the man who held his key. He'd left several text messages, each one more panicky than the one before. Now, he waited, hoping for an answer or a knock at the door.

Tyler finally texted Jason back late in the morning.

Hey. Busy day. Talk later.

The message did little to calm Jason. He guessed he wouldn't be seeing Tyler at all. There was nothing to do but refocus. The frustrated muscle boy dragged himself to the gym.

The remainder of Jason's day was pretty uneventful. He fussed around the house, doing the usual weekend chores. His former self would have been spending his Saturday with a few friends, and maybe calling up a boy to take care of his needs. His needs were very different now, though. He thought of his options. His neighbor and former cocksucker, Steve. Frank from the gym, who he'd just been wrecked by yesterday. And Nico, the kid from the cafe downstairs. A clear picture of Nico's cock appeared in Jason's mind. So thick, hanging obscenely between his skinny legs. Even if Jason wasn't locked, his dick couldn't compare to that. He'd always been proud of what he was packing. He'd satisfied more than his share of hungry bottom boys with it. But he was no Nico. Now here he was, his little cramped dick aching its cage, remembering the painful, glorious feeling of that massive Italian meat stretching him wide open and pumping so deep inside him.

Hey. Free tonight?

Jason hoped Nico would be excited to come take care of his needs. He received no immediate answer, however. This was all so much easier when he was on top.

By the time Jason's phone alerted him to a new text, his condo was clean and organized from top to bottom.

Busy. Soon

This was not at all the message Jason hoped to get from Nico. His frustrations mounted. He could always try Steve. His neighbor wasn't hung, and he didn't generally want to fuck, but sucking the dick of the man who was his own on-call cocksucker until recently might feed his hunger.

Hey. Wanna come over?

Jason was beginning to feel desperate now. Texting around to any man that would use him felt pathetic. He wasn't sure of what else to do.

Out of town with the wife

The needy muscle boy rolled his eyes and groaned. Frank was his final option. He felt embarrassed asking for it like this, especially since the man had pounded a load into him less than 24 hours ago. But at this point, what reputation did he have to save with Frank? If Jason was going to survive as this new version of himself, he would have to embrace every part of that.

Hey. Thanks for yesterday. Any chance youre free today?

Jason placed his phone on the table in front of him and sat back. He was fascinated by the shifts his body was experiencing. He felt incredibly horny, but the feeling was coming from some new place deep inside him. He didn't feel it in his useless dick anymore. Sure, it made him feel slutty and frustrated, but there was this warmth to his craving that felt so good. Jason was quickly developing a disorienting fondness for this new way of existing.

After a while, Jason stopped eying his phone and accepted the fact that he was probably not going to get what he was craving today. He ordered some food and settled into the couch to binge-watch some TV. Whenever his mind drifted to sex, he trained it back on the show he was watching.

Meanwhile, Rob and Tyler spent their day pouring over a good brunch and walking it off at the park. Afterward, the pair drove to Rob's place to spend more time together. Tyler was feeling more at ease with Rob by the time they pulled into the driveway. He was feeling more excited about where things might be going, as well.

Once inside, Rob poured up a couple drinks and handed one to Tyler. "This has been a nice day, huh? I've enjoyed spending more time with you in the sunshine.

Tyler giggled. "Yeah, I guess we aren't used to hanging out during the day. This is really nice." He looked down at his feet. "And, thanks. I feel better now."

Rob squeezed Tyler's shoulder. "Good! You should feel comfortable here. With me."

Tyler smiled, then looked around the room. "This is a really nice place, Rob."

"Thanks! I want to show you something. I think you'll really like it." Rob led Tyler to a door. On the other side were stairs to the basement. They stood there for a moment. "I have rules though." Rob's tone became a bit more serious.

Tyler felt himself get slightly nervous again. He could only imagine what he was about to get himself into. "OK. What are they?"

Rob stripped off his shirt with his free hand, revealing his wide, furry chest. "You leave your clothes here." He looked at Tyler, waiting for the boy to comply. Rob knew he would.