Tamed

Previously:

A humiliated Jason stayed frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He felt used and exposed now. His own dick still aching and ignored. He'd allowed Tyler to debase him in front of his cocksucking neighbor, and then didn't even get the reward of his new stud's cum. Instead, dripping from his sore, cavernous hole was Steve's load. Things were forever changed between the two. He'd gone from casual, confident alpha, getting his dick serviced on demand, to bred bottom whore. Though his shame was overwhelming, so too was his arousal. The thoughts swirling around his mind were nearly powerful enough to make his dick explode without even being touched. Finally, in defeat and desperation, Jason looked up to Tyler. He wanted to demand his own orgasm. He wanted to be furious with Tyler for so totally emasculating him. Instead, his eyes softened as they made contact with the beautiful stud's, and he could only put words to one powerful new feeling. "Thank you."

"Holy shit, bro! I had no idea what a cock whore you were!" Steve was flying high on post-cum bliss. He'd never felt like more of a man. He looked down on Jason in near disgust. For a full year Steve had been sneaking over to suck his neighbor's dick. Truth be told, he was rather obsessed with it. Admittedly, it was nothing like Tyler's, but it was still a big, thick piece of meat. Jason was always so aggressive and cocky with him too. Unlike Tyler, Jason just wanted the man to come in, drop to his knees, and suck a load out. No talk, and no hanging out after. Jason explained early on to Steve that he should just consider himself lucky to have the privilege of swallowing his loads on a regular basis. Steve understood the dynamic, and never questioned it. But now, everything had changed. Steve didn't look at Jason as a real man anymore. Sure, he still had a nice dick, which was currently throbbing between his legs, but the guy was on his hands and knees after getting fucked at both ends by Tyler and Steve. What a joke. It must have been a facade the whole time.

Jason was humiliated and furious now. Part of him wanted to stand up and forcefully reclaim his manhood. Unfortunately, the louder part of his mind kept him restrained. That made him just want to shrivel up and disappear. But he couldn't. He was on his own living room floor, looking up at the two men who just shared him like a common whore, and his dick was so hard it was aching. Feeling them stare at him like this was almost too much to bear. He began to stand. He needed to go shower and clear his head. But before he could rise, Tyler stopped him.

"Not so fast, Daddy. Stay right there." He walked up and bent over to get closer to the used slut. "You did so good today. I know you're confused. Just trust me. I got you." He stood back up and turned to Steve. "Let him clean your cock before you go. That's what a good bottom does."

Once again, the older men stared stunned at the order coming from Tyler. But Steve didn't hesitate for long. With a goofy grin, he presented his still hard dick to Jason. As the humbled man opened his mouth to protest, Steve pushed his dick downward, aiming at the open mouth, and slid in. Jason's eyes went wide. His muffled complaints were incomprehensible and ignored. Tasting a mix of his own ass with the loads of cum that now swam inside him, the man took his cue from the harsh stare of his new dominant young stud and began to gently lick and suck Steve's cock clean. He felt himself tear up as the humiliation began to break him.

"Oh yeah, boy. That's it. Clean it up real good." Steve was relishing this new feeling of sexual power, which was amplified by the fact he was lording it over his hung stud of a neighbor. His hands dug into Jason's hair as he began to control every movement. "Fuck, you feel so good. I can't wait to get more of this."

Tyler let Steve enjoy himself for a minute before breaking up the party. "OK, boy. That's enough. You can go home now. Jason and I have some things to talk about. I'll follow up with you later, and we can discuss how you can thank me."

With a sigh, Steve pulled himself out of Jason's mouth. "OK. Thanks, Tyler." He slowly gathered his clothes and got dressed. The other two men watched in silence. "I'll see you soon, boy." With a wink, Steve got one more dig in at Jason before turning and leaving.

Jason was completely overwhelmed. Fighting back strong emotions, he looked at the floor, not making any attempt to get to his feet. "Why?" He felt so broken. He did things today he could never take back. How could he ever look his neighbor in the face again? How could he look in the mirror, for that matter?

"Sit, Daddy." The voice was kind, but the order was firm. Jason sat back on his heels and then on his bare ass on the rug, legs crossed. His dick was slowly softening in the aftermath of his destruction. He looked up at Tyler, now truly at his mercy.

The young stud stood tall, his lean, naked frame punctuated by the thick trunk of his limp, wet cock. Looking down on his broken conquest, he offered a gentle smile. "You needed this, Daddy. You've spent so much time denying a side of yourself that you forgot who you really were. You became cruel, didn't you? The way you've treated other guys, the way you've treated Steve, is just unacceptable behavior. You need to be taught to be better. You need to be humbled. Do you feel humbled, Daddy?"

Unable to speak, for fear the damn of emotions might break, Jason simply nodded. He felt more than humbled. He felt broken. He felt shame, not just for what he did today, but for things he'd done to others for a long time. Sitting here, on this side of things, it all looked so different. When he first developed his dominant nature so many years ago, he was caring. Now, he just used men and threw them away. Once he lost interest, he never even thought of them again. Jason was realizing he wasn't the good person he'd told himself he was. In some ways, he was quite awful. Then, beyond the sexual arousal, the curiosity, and the thrill of the adventure, Jason felt something new. A need to be better. He needed to prove to himself and to Tyler that he was better than the broken man sitting naked on his floor. And he knew that wasn't going to be easy.

"I can help you, Jason. But you will have to trust me, and you need to know this will be difficult. You have a lot to learn and a lot to make up for. Do you think you can handle it?"

Jason nodded again, looking at the floor in front of him. His bottom lip began to quiver.

"I need to hear it, Jason. Are you willing to give up what you were to be something better?"

The defeated beast opened his mouth to answer, and tears broke free from his eyes, rolling quickly down his face. His voice quaked. He was barely able to push out a response. "Yes."

Tyler stepped closer. Reaching down, he lifted the former alpha's face. They locked eyes, and Jason sobbed harder. He was unable to contain himself now. "I'm sorry."

The young stud wiped Jason's face. "I know, boy. Let it out. I'm here."

Jason wept openly. His body heaving. He had an overwhelming sense of an enormous burden, long buried deep within, now leaving his body. Tyler watched the process patiently before finally hooking his hands under Jason's arms and helping him to stand. Jason's much larger stature seemed empty and harmless now as Tyler wrapped his arms around the man and hugged their bodies together. Jason had never needed an embrace as much as he did at this moment. Bending over the younger man, his own arms pull the two tightly into each other. He rested his head on Tyler's. He felt weak, but he was supported. They remained this way for some time in silence. When Tyler felt Jason's breathing calm he pulled away.

"That's much better, huh, boy?"

"Ye... Yes, Sir."

It felt right. Jason felt lighter now. A weight was removed and he saw his place with Tyler so clearly. "Thank you. I don't know what to say. I didn't even know I needed that."

Tyler nodded. "I know. But you took it well. I thought I might have to go harder. You're going to be OK, boy." He looked Jason over. Before him stood a fragile shell of a man. Naked and vulnerable. Ready to be rebuilt better. "You've had a long day. I'm gonna catch a ride back from Steve. You go shower and rest. You need time to let this all sink in. I'll call you when you're ready." He turned to gather his scattered clothes.

Jason remained in place, watching his new alpha dress. The guy really was amazing. Perfect body, perfect dick, and obviously a superior head on his shoulders. He'd torn Jason's mind and body wide open. The broken beast wasn't sure whether to be utterly humiliated or grateful. That idea alone was enough to confirm his lowered status was right where he belonged with Tyler. He was so deep in thought he hadn't even realized his dick had gotten hard again.

Tyler turned as he slipped into his shoes. Noticing Jason's throbbing dick, he shook his head with a smile. "That thing is used to getting all the attention isn't it?"

Jason looked down and blushed. "Yes, I guess so. Sorry. I guess you just make me so horny."

"Don't apologize, boy. But I want you to try something for me."

Jason looked back up at Tyler. "Oh, OK."

"Don't touch it until you hear from me. You can shower off, but nothing beyond that. See if you can control yourself."

Jason wasn't happy to hear the request. Or was it a demand? Either way, he knew he should agree to it. He needed to show Tyler he wasn't some weak boy controlled by his dick. He nodded. "I can do that." He tried to sound nonchalant, but Tyler knew he would be aching to jerk off as soon as he was alone.

Tyler approached Jason and cupped the back of his neck. He pulled them together into a quick kiss before letting go. Staying close, he stared into the timid man's eyes. "You really did do good. And I know you can do even better. I'll talk to you soon." With that, the young stud turned and left.

As soon as the door closed behind Tyler, Jason was painfully aware that he was naked and alone with his thoughts for the first time since this all started. The fleeting idea to shrug off what happened and call up some horny hole to pound passed through his mind. He knew he'd regret it. More than that, he worried he'd be different. What if he couldn't shake off what Tyler had done to him? He couldn't bear the thought of humiliating himself in front of another man today. He was hard, frustrated, and confused. Tyler was right. What he needed more than anything right now was a shower. He shrugged off the chaos in his mind the best he could and focused on that one thing. Stepping into the warm water felt rejuvenating. He rinsed off the sweat and spit and cum that had dried all over his body. He scrubbed himself clean, exploring his hole as he spent extra time making certain it was clean. He marveled at the puffiness and the ease with which his finger slid just inside. It was very tender, but accepting. As he reached for his dick he remembered Tyler's instructions. He was very careful to only touch it long enough to clean it. It wasn't right to linger on it.

After a long, hot shower, Jason inspected himself in the mirror. Other than his marked ass, he looked pretty much the same, even if he felt very different. Giving in to curiosity, he bent over, facing away from the mirror, and spread his cheeks. He could just see the raw puffiness of his hole. There was no doubt it had been well-used today. Standing back up, he contemplated the probability it wouldn't be going back to its original form any time soon. He knew he'd accept a fuck from Tyler whenever the stud wanted. Turning back around, he saw his renewed erection waving in the mirror. Looking down at it, he willed himself not to wrap his hand around it. That just made it throb harder. He began to be consumed by the desire to stroke himself. Finally, he drew a deep breath and decided to refocus his thoughts. He retrieved his bathrobe and wrapped himself snugly in it.

Suddenly, hunger pangs radiated from his stomach. He remembered he never ate lunch. Making his way to the kitchen, he saw the salad from downstairs on the counter. It seemed inadequate to curb his appetite, but he didn't have the energy to cook, let alone go out. He took the food to his couch, but before he could sit, he saw the aftermath of today's activities. His salad would have to wait. As quickly as he could, he wiped up the drool and cum that was drying in various places on his furniture and rug. Finally, collapsing into the couch, he inhaled his food. He sat the empty container on the side table and relaxed back some. His thoughts kept drifting to Tyler. His beautiful body, superior cock, the way the look in his eye made Jason want to obey. These thoughts made Jason's dick ache with desire. He fought the urge to grab it, helplessly watching it throb beneath the soft material of his robe. He uttered a moan. Once again, he decided to refocus. He'd drive himself insane otherwise. Turning on the TV, he stretched out on the couch. He'd barely started watching anything before he fell asleep.

In a haze, Jason looked up from his knees at Tyler towering over him. "You have a lot to learn boy! If you want my cock you'll have to beg for it!" Jason was overcome with the desire to feel Tyler's cock in his mouth. He needed to please it, make his man feel satisfaction. He opened his mouth to plead.

The sound of his own voice startled Jason awake. He mumbled "please!" before opening his eyes in confusion. He was face down on his couch, twisted up in his robe. His body was grinding his dick mindlessly into the cushions. He ached, and the rubbing felt so good. As the fog of his dream cleared he stopped moving. He could feel a generous amount of precum wet on his belly. He must have been humping for a while. His thoughts shifted. The television provided the only light in the room. It must be late. He sat up, still throbbing. Trying to ignore his erection, he wiped his mouth and stumbled to his bedroom. Picking up his phone, he saw he hadn't missed a text or call from Tyler. Then he noticed the time. 4:30. He'd slept through the rest of the afternoon and into the early hours of the morning. It was the weekend, and he didn't have anywhere to be. Now, given the distraction of his pulsing meat, he wished he did.

Jason was a bit unsettled that Tyler was the last thing on his mind when he fell asleep, and the first thing when he woke up. How was he going to make it through the day like this? He needed to busy himself with something productive. The gym. Maybe he'd run into Tyler if he went this early. He threw on some gym clothes and headed out the door. His dick kept puffing back up as his thoughts drifted. A seemingly endless cycle of depraved thoughts and recentering kept his dick hardening and softening, leaving more and more dampness behind in his boxer briefs.

Jason was frustrated with himself for the level of disappointment he felt when there was no sign of the vintage BMW in the parking lot. He dragged himself inside and got straight to work. He always felt better after a good workout. He spent longer at the gym than usual, pushing himself hard and watching the door.

Finally, exhausted and no less desperate, he threw in the towel and headed for the shower. Getting a couple nods and winks from other men as he left the gym floor lifted his spirits. The extra work must be showing off nicely. But as he began to strip off he realized they might have been acknowledging something else. A sizable wet spot had formed on his crotch, and the outline of the head of his dick was quite distinct. He'd soaked through his underwear, and was almost half way to an erection. Looking around now, Jason blushed. He was proud of his body, but he wasn't one of those gym pervs. He certainly looked like one now.

Quickly stuffing his clothes in his bag, he covered his protruding dick with his towel and made his way as casually as possible to the glass enclosure of a shower. He tried not to think about his dick, or the way he'd inadvertently shown himself off in the gym, or Tyler. But that proved to be impossible. By the time he'd rinsed off, he was fully hard. Jason quickly abandoned the idea of a full shower and wrapped his towel around himself, hoping no one noticed.

As he exited the stall though, Jason bumped directly into Frank, an older guy he'd become friendly with at the gym. "Hey, man! You need a little help with that?" Frank stood naked in front of him, a thick layer of salt and pepper hair covered his body, and his thick cock hung heavy between his legs. He was quite muscled, and wore his fifty-something years well.

Jason tried his best to join Frank in his light-hearted laughter, but he could feel his body blushing. "I don't know what's gotten into me. This thing has a mind of its own." Jason didn't dare look down, but he could feel his dick throbbing so hard now that it was moving the towel. He clutched the material tight, feeling embarrassed by his body's betrayal. He looked for a quick exit around Frank, but the man stood firm, not allowing the interaction to end just yet.

"Damn, Jason! You look like you're about to bust!" Frank's own member had begun to inflate a little. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "I'm serious, buddy. If you ever need a little relief, I'm happy to help you out."

Jason fidgeted nervously. "Thanks, Frank. I think I'm just gonna go home and take care of it."

Frank seemed a bit disappointed. He'd always been attracted to Jason. This seemed like the right moment to take his shot.

Jason saw the look on Frank's face and clarified. "I mean... but maybe sometime I'll take you up on that." He stunned himself. Why did he say that? He had to get out of here.

Frank smiled. "OK, buddy. I'll hold you to that." He reached out and gave Jason's pulsating bulge a good squeeze and then stepped into the shower.

Jason felt his dick burp out more precum onto his towel. He rushed to his locker and dressed, tucking his hard dick into his underwear as a few guys looked on. Without making eye contact with anyone, Jason rushed out and made his way to his car, covering his crotch awkwardly with his gym bag.

Jason was half way to his car when he looked up and noticed the familiar BMW parked next to it. His heart was pounding. He'd been hoping to see Tyler all day, but now, in his current predicament, he felt unprepared. He slowed down and controlled his breathing. Trying to act more casual, he dropped his bag in the backseat of his car before turning to greet Tyler, who was stepping out of his own vehicle. The first thing Jason noticed was the tiny, light blue shorts the young stud was wearing. They did little to hide the bulge of his oversized cock, and were presumably just as ineffective at covering the muscular mounds of his perfect ass. Tyler's hairless abs were exposed under a cropped tee that almost fell off his right shoulder. As Jason's gaze continued North, he was hit by the look of smug confidence on Tyler's gorgeous face.

"Hey, boy! Looks like you missed me again this morning! I see you got here early to find me though. I like that eagerness."

Jason was dumbfounded by the casual way Tyler put him in his place. His reddened face spoke for itself, but the man still tried to hold on to his dignity. "I just woke up early this morning, and thought I'd get my workout in."

"So, that wet spot in your shorts isn't for me?" Tyler was nearly laughing in Jason's face.

Covering himself, Jason looked at the ground. "I mean, I'm doing what you said. I'm not used to going this long without getting off. Hope you're happy."

"Happy that you haven't even made it 24 hours without having an orgasm? Is that supposed to impress me? Surely, you're smarter than that. You're obviously trying, I'll give you that. We are gonna have to do something about that mouth though."