Tamed

Previously:

Before Jason could say more, he heard the door close again. He was left to his thoughts. The ruined man relaxed his head on the floor. His broken pride and his helplessness seemed trivial in comparison to the sense of joy and longing he now felt for the man who had subjugated him. Jason was startled by a hand gripping him by the hair and pulling his body upright. Sunlight pouring through his windows blinded him momentarily as his blindfold was removed. Steve's face came into focus. Had he been here the whole time? How humiliating. Jason's neighbor stepped out of view as he moved around behind to uncuff the broken bottom.

Shyly, Jason questioned him. "Is Tyler coming back?"

Steve didn't answer as he dropped the restraints in his bag and made his way to the door. Opening it, he looked back at Jason with a wicked smile. "I don't know. I haven't seen him today." The door closed behind Steve, leaving Jason alone on his knees in horrified silence.

Jason was stunned. His gaped hole continued to drip cum. But who's cum? He knew something felt different about the cock that had just wrecked him, but it never occurred to him that it wasn't Tyler. It also never occurred to him that his neighbor, Steve, would just sit there and watch him be pounded by a total stranger. Was it a stranger? It could be anyone.

As Jason knelt on his own living room floor, various scenarios swirled around in his head. He'd just given himself enthusiastically to someone. He'd begged for it. He'd thanked the man for his cock and his cum. He'd been an absolute slut. He had to find out who it was. His reputation could be ruined. Jason couldn't allow himself to be some free use cum dump. That was something only a truly depraved freak would accept. Looking down at himself, he was disgusted by his throbbing erection. Even this level of shame seemed to make his body react in a way he wasn't ready for.

Rubbing his wrists as he stood, Jason tried to pull himself together. He needed a shower, and he needed answers. Picking up his phone, he called Steve. As the phone rang, Jason made his way to the bathroom. The feeling of cum slowly creeping down the inside of his thighs made him feel more used than he even thought possible.

"Hey, boy! What's up?" Steve sounded so self-assured, almost as if he was holding back a laugh.

"Don't 'boy' me, Steve! This is fucked up! Who was that? Tell me right now!" Jason was shaking with rage. He turned on the shower and peeled the jock from his body, using it to wipe as much of his own cum from himself as he could. Still half-hard, he was so ashamed of how much he'd unloaded hands-free from getting bred full by some stranger's giant cock.

"Watch your tone with me, boy." Steve sounded calm but commanding. "You need to think about your attitude. Don't call me until you know how to speak to me."

"What? Steve?" Jason pulled the phone from his ear to look at it. His neighbor had already ended the call. The broken man stood in his bathroom, naked, used, phone clenched in his dangling hand. He placed the phone on the counter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he began to wonder how it got to this point so quickly. Then he remembered Tyler's words.

"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"

Jason was certainly humbled now. This must be all Tyler's doing. His plan to humiliate Jason. But he knew Tyler was right when he said those words, and he began to think about why Steve might be so eager to assist in his destruction.

Steve had always been nice to Jason. Not just as an eager cocksucker, but as a neighbor, and even a friend. Steve worked hard. He truly did try with his wife. He was a good looking guy. Funny, smart. But he'd always shown deference to Jason, even when he was taken advantage of. And Jason had to admit, he took advantage of Steve a lot. He'd fed the guy more cum than he could remember. He never thanked Steve, or complemented him. He just got what he wanted and kicked the guy out. But Steve always came back for more. He never complained. Now that Jason was being taken down a peg or two, he understood. He felt a yearning for Tyler's cock the same way Steve must feel about his. All he wanted was to feel Tyler inside him again. He'd allowed himself to be used in so many ways already in that effort.

That's when Jason began to truly face who he was now. He was Steve. A clumsier, more reluctant version, but still, they were the same. He owed The man a thousand apologies. He owed him respect. Jason began to see himself through the eyes of others, and he knew in that moment that he must be better.

Jason continued to contemplate all that he was and all that he should be as he showered the stranger from his body. Almost unconsciously he slid a finger inside himself. Feeling around his cum-drenched hole, he explored. The soft sensitive tissue of his chute seemed to embrace any attention it received now. He was developing a craving inside himself. His horniness was beginning to originate from deep inside his hole at least as much as it did from his dick. It was a different kind of craving though. More desperate, more vulnerable. He'd always felt in control with his dick. He could pound out some needy bottom or just lie back and jerk off any time he wanted. Now, things were shifting. He wasn't in a place to make demands. He needed to restrain himself. He needed to earn what he craved. And didn't Tyler deserve that?

His eyes went wide as he realized he was getting not only what he deserved, but what Tyler deserved. This was bigger than himself. Tyler was magnificent. He was entitled to be served by a good boy. If Jason was to have the pleasure of Tyler's attention and his cock, he would have to work hard to be better than he was before. He owed Tyler that, at the very least. And now he was overcome with a desire to prove he could do it. This was his new purpose.

Jason hardly recognized his own moaning, but it pulled him from his thoughts. He found himself fucking his greedy hole with his finger while he thought of Tyler. His dick was throbbing and leaking, as if it hadn't just blasted a heavy load in the jockstrap lying on the bathroom floor. Slowly, he withdrew and returned to cleaning himself.

With a sense of renewed energy, Jason toweled off and dressed. Rummaging through his underwear, he found an old jock. That just seemed right. He slipped into it and admired himself in the mirror. What was the point of having such a great ass, if he wasn't showing it off anyway? He laughed at himself, and how he was changing so quickly. Throwing on a pair of gym shorts, he grabbed his phone and took it to the living room. Settling into his couch, he called his neighbor again.

"Yeah?" Steve was understandably short with him.

"Hey. I want to apologize."

"OK. For what, though?"

Jason took a deep breath. "For earlier, first of all. I shouldn't have been like that. But also, for a lot of things. I'm realizing I haven't been nice to you the ways I should have. You've always been a good guy, and I've been pretty awful. I don't deserve forgiveness for a lot of what I've said and done. All I can do is tell you I'm gonna be better. I'm really sorry, man." Jason was surprised by the weight already beginning to lift from his shoulders. After a pause, he was worried Steve had hung up on him again. "Steve? You there?"

"Yeah. I'm here. I'm just processing. You're right. You've been awful to me. You know a simple phone call isn't going to make that all just disappear, right?"

Jason was a little shaken. He was hoping his apology would be well-received. He hadn't considered the fact that Steve might not let him off the hook so easily. Hearing his neighbor's response made the hurt he'd caused the man to become more real to him now. "I know, Steve. I'm not expecting you to forgive and forget. I guess I'm just saying that if you still want to hang around, I want to show you I can be better. It's completely up to you."

"I'm still here, aren't I? Besides, watching you get a bit of what's coming to you has been really fun for me. And it turns out you've been holding out on me. You've got some pretty great holes. I'd say you owe me more than a few blow jobs, wouldn't you?"

Jason's whole body was flush with embarrassment. He never imagined being talked to this way by Steve. But he knew the man was right. "Yeah, more than a few. I can't deny that."

"I bet you're hard right now after admitting that aren't you, boy? You're such a fucking freak."

Jason looked down. A noticeable bulge was indeed pushing against the front of his shorts. The familiar ache of his hard dick trapped in his underwear caused the man to emit a moan.

Jason was pulled back to reality by the sound of Steve's laughter in his ear. "Damn. I can't believe I ever looked up to you so much. You're such a bitch."

The broken man took the insult in silence. He knew better than to argue. Sitting there shirtless and hard in his jock made Jason feel frustrated, but he knew he was on the right path. Finally, he replied. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Damn." Steve was a bit stunned by Jason's easy admission. "Well, now that we got that out of the way, wasn't there something you were trying to ask me before, boy?"

Jason felt meek asking about it now, but he really needed to know. "Yes. Could you please tell me who fucked me earlier? I'm just worried. Like, was it someone I know? I'm not mad. I swear. Just, please tell me."

Steve smiled to himself. Tyler was right. Jason was getting a severe attitude adjustment, and he liked what he heard. "Why don't you take me to lunch downstairs? I know you must be hungry after all that begging you did for cock. I'll see you in five minutes." Steve ended the call again, and Jason was left feeling more helpless than ever.

The broken man darted to his closet to throw on a tee shirt and step into a pair of slip-on shoes. Grabbing his wallet and keys, Jason nervously left his condo and went downstairs to meet his empowered neighbor at The Big Pickle.

When he walked in the door, Jason saw Steve was already at the counter. He quickly rushed over. "Hey!"

Steve turned casually to look at Jason. "Oh, hey. I went ahead and ordered for us. I was just telling Nico it was your treat."

Jason didn't question Steve. He simply pulled his card out of his wallet.

"Hey, Jason. How's it going? You doing OK today?" Nico was watching Jason fumble with his credit card with a look of concern, and something else. Almost amusement.

Jason glanced at the boy behind the counter. "Oh, hey, Nico. Yeah, I'm good. How are you today?" He just wanted to get his food and settle into a table so he could get to the bottom of the day's events.

"I'm great! You can go ahead and tap your card."

Jason was definitely out of sorts. His hand was shaking as he produced his card to pay for lunch. He wasn't really making eye contact with anyone.

After a short wait, a sandwich and salad appeared on the counter and Steve grabbed the food without a word and made his way to a table. Jason followed obediently and sat across from him. Steve pushed the salad toward Jason. "I got you the salad you like." Jason looked at the food, remembering Tyler ordering the same thing and then switching meals with him the day before. Just like before, Jason didn't object.

"Oh, thanks Steve."

The smirk on Steve's face revealed he knew exactly what he was doing, but Jason brushed it off. He sat in silence, hoping his neighbor would break the ice.

"Go ahead, Jason. Eat up!" Steve was in a cheerful mood, and seemed in no hurry to discuss what Jason was dying to know. They ate in silence. Jason continued to be nervous and fidgety, and Steve was entertained by his neighbor's uncharacteristic uneasiness.

Finally, Steve pushed his empty plate to the side. Leaning across the table, he looked into Jason's eyes. "You loved it though, right? I mean, I saw how you fucked back on it, and how you begged for it. Bro, you thanked him for pumping you full of his load."

Jason suddenly became very aware of the most private parts of his body. He felt open. There was some soreness, yes. But there was also a pleasant feeling inside of him. It was as if something deep within him had been caressed and switched on for the first time. This realization instantly made his dick press painfully against the confines of his jockstrap. Jason dropped his eyes from Steve's glare. "Yes, I guess I did."

"You guess?" Steve began to laugh. "I was there. You were such an eager slut for it."

Jason felt himself becoming overheated. His face was red with shame. He nodded, still not able to look at his neighbor. "Yeah, OK. I liked it. Come on, man. This is so humiliating."

"You should be thanking me." Jason saw a cocky grin on Steve's face when he looked up, confused by his words. "That's right, boy. If I wasn't there, I wouldn't have been able to document it for you." Steve reached for his phone.

"What?!" Jason was incensed. He looked around, realizing he'd raised his voice. Reserving himself to a whisper, the embarrassed man tried to maintain a calm demeanor. "Please tell me you didn't record it. I can't have that out there."

"Oh, you're a good boy now. I don't think you have to worry about anything getting out. Besides, it's what Tyler wanted. You want what Tyler wants, right boy?" Steve's own dick was now completely erect in his shorts under the table. He was relishing the power he held over Jason, and how his helpless neighbor was crumbling before his eyes.

"Steve. Please. Don't be like this, man. This is serious." Jason was visibly shaking now. His anger had dissolved into utter distress. He was at a complete disadvantage. His guilt and need to atone for his past with Steve was now greatly intensified by the necessity to erase any evidence of his depravity. "You know what this could do to me."

Steve was unmoved. He stared blankly at Jason, waiting for the helpless man to accept the situation.

The men stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity to Jason. He waited for a response. He needed reassurance, but Steve offered him nothing. Jason's mind slowly turned from the various nightmare scenarios that could result from whatever his neighbor had captured with his phone to considering how he might fix the situation. His eyes dropped to the table between them again. In humiliating capitulation Jason implored Steve to allow him to retain some dignity. "Please, can you just keep this between us? I'll do whatever you ask. Please, Steve."

Steve was nearly bursting in his shorts now. "Im not a bad guy, Jason. Like I said, just keep being a good boy and everything will be fine. Besides, it's really Tyler you should be talking to. I sent him everything."

Jason hung his head in defeat. Tyler had planned all of this, and he knew the young man would use it to exert total control over his new muscle bottom. Jason didn't know what Tyler had in store for him, but he imagined a difficult future. Looking back up at Steve, he pleaded his case to the only man available to him in the moment. "I... I don't even have his number. I'm totally helpless here, man. What is he going to do to me? Can you help me?"

Steve felt a twinge of sympathy for the first time. He reached across the table and put his hand on top of Jason's. "He's not as bad as you think. Tyler is a great guy. He might be rough on you right now, but it's for your own good. I saw how you were with him. You allowed yourself to get in this situation today because of your feelings for him. Stop trying to hold onto this old idea of who you are. You want this, Jason. I can see it. I know you can too. Just trust the process."

Steve was right. His words were as cutting as they were reassuring. Jason needed a friend right now, and ironically, Steve was the closest he had to that in the moment. "Thanks, man. I guess you're right. It's just hard. You know me. This is all new." He paused, considering whether or not to put his next thoughts into words. "I'm glad it's you."

Steve cocked his head to the side a bit. "What do you mean?"

"Tyler got in my head fast. He could have picked anybody to do what you're doing. It could have been so much worse for me. I mean it, Steve. I'm glad he picked you. You really are a great guy. And besides, I owe you. I know that now."

Steve was in awe of the transformation he was witnessing in Jason. "OK, look. I can't show you who it was or anything. Tyler gave me strict instructions. He's going to reach out to you. I don't know if it helps at all, but I can show you this." Steve turned his phone around for Jason to see himself on shocking display. He was naked on his knees, blindfolded, with his hands behind his back. His dick was rock hard in Steve's jock with excitement. Most astonishing though was the enormous uncut cock just inches from his face. It was darker in tone and attached to what appeared to be a lean, smooth, younger body. Jason turned bright red with shame. A part of him had hoped it really was Tyler, and Steve was just messing with his head. Now, he knew for certain that it was someone else entirely. He'd gleefully given his body and his dignity to some mystery man, and Steve had witnessed the whole thing. Not only that, he'd documented it, and Jason had no way to destroy the evidence.

"Fuck."

"Yeah. I gotta tell you boy, it was hot as hell. He pounded you good.."

Sheepishly, Jason pressed further. "Can you at least tell me if it's someone I know?" He felt a knot in his stomach, but that feeling took a backseat to the aching of his erection in his now soaking jockstrap.

"I can't. All I can say is just trust Tyler. He's young, but he's really smart. He knows what he's doing. And just enjoy it, bro. You can't deny how much you loved being a used slut up there. I saw it. Embrace it."

Jason had come downstairs to get answers. Instead, he was handed another heavy dose of shame and confusion. He truly had no choices here. He'd have to wait for Tyler's call. He'd have to submit to whatever his young stud demanded of him. At least one neglected part of him seemed thrilled by the idea. Jason resigned himself to leaning into that part. It was the only way to battle the anxiety of his situation.

As Jason was convincing himself to change his perspective, Steve stood. "Well, thanks for lunch. I know you have a lot to think about. I'll see you real soon." He winked at Jason, then turned and left.

After a few moments, Jason pried himself from his seat and made his way to the elevator. Like a zombie, he returned to his condo. Settling into his couch, the defeated man stared at his phone. When would Tyler call? What would he have to say? Would Jason get the answers he was looking for, or just get pushed further into being a degraded slut for the young gym stud.?

Either from curiosity or a newfound sexual urge, Jason began to look at porn. Not just anything. He found himself searching for smaller, younger tops dominating older, muscled bottoms. Disappointingly, the results were sparse. Most videos featured skinny, almost underage boys posing as jocks who fucked their coaches in the locker room. Jason was craving something darker. Total domination. Complete surrender. He became increasingly frustrated. Then suddenly, there was a knock at his door.

Hoping Steve had a change of heart regarding the withheld information, Jason leapt from the couch and rushed to the door. When it swung open though, he stopped breathing. Standing in front of him now was the beautiful figure of his new controlling top.

"Tyler!" Jason almost shrieked the young stud's name. He flexed his body to stand at attention.

Jason's knee-jerk reaction was entertaining to Tyler. "At ease, boy." He pushed past the man and strolled into the condo as if it was his own home. Dropping himself on Jason's couch, he took over immediately. "I'll take a vodka. Soda if you've got it."