Tamed

Previously:

Before Jason could turn and thank Tyler for breeding him so completely, he witnessed himself call out his earlier orgasm and then scream his signature animal howl. He watched his restrained body buck on the mystery cock, and he remembered filling Steve's jock with his cum. Then, the young stud thrust hard in him and dumped his own load. Jason also remembered fondly the feeling of being injected with the man's cum, thinking it was Tyler. With the cock still fully lodged inside him, the camera slowly panned up the magnificent young body and finally revealed the face of the man who had just pumped Jason full. Nico.

The sweet, cheerful young man behind the counter at The Big Pickle had fucked the cum out of him this morning, leaving his own load inside Jason. Then, he greeted him soon after at lunch, as if nothing happened.

Tyler's thick cock suddenly blocked Jason's view of Nico's very satisfied face, and then thrust itself deep in the muscle slut's throat. "Clean me up, boy. I'm hungry."

The bitter, salty taste of Tyler's engorged cock filled Jason's mouth as he obediently sucked it clean of cum and his own ass. He struggled to focus on the job at hand due to the humiliating realization that he'd been fucked by the cashier from the cafe downstairs earlier in the day. Nico was a nice kid, but he was a young, skinny guy. No one Jason would have considered sexually before. But that cock. It seemed impossible that something so magnificent could be attached to a little guy like Nico. Jason thought of the young man's sweet, innocent face. His friendly demeanor belied a brutal beast.

As Jason's perception of Nico evolved, so did his understanding of his own relationship to men. No longer was he a slayer of twinks or a cocky alpha beast. Naked, on his knees, throat full of cock, his own swimming in his spent orgasm, Jason had to accept that something had changed permanently. This was more than a moment of weakness or a satisfying of a curiosity. Tyler had broken Jason wide open and revealed a part of him that had been buried for a long time. As he hungrily licked around the shaft of his new alpha, Jason began to admit to himself that this new craving felt too good and too right to ignore. He couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. Maybe, when the dust settled, Jason would find himself more versatile. Maybe he would be different when he was on top. One thing was certain. He couldn't take back what he'd done so far, and he couldn't erase how it forever changed the way three men saw him. Or how he saw himself.

Tyler pulled himself from Jason's worshiping mouth. "OK, that's enough, boy. You can suck it more later. Damn, you're just so hungry for it."

Jason blushed at the realization he'd been greedily nursing Tyler's cock while recalling the various ways he'd been defiled by three different men in a very short time. This only served to reinforce his new status in his own mind. How could he possibly consider himself an alpha man ever again? Even if all of this ended right now, he'd been forever changed. He suddenly felt so lost. Maybe he didn't know who he was at all. How could Tyler have so easily tamed him? How could the young stud be so certain of how things would develop between them? Jason had built a reputation on a foundation that had now completely crumbled beneath him.

Recognizing the bewilderment on Jason's face, Tyler smiled down in satisfaction. "I've got you, boy." He lifted Jason's gaze with a finger under the broken man's chin. "You needed this. Now you crave it. You can't go back, but I can bring you forward. Don't be ashamed. You're finally on the right track."

Jason was overcome. Tyler's calm, commanding presence was reassuring, as he towered over his new puppy. "Thank you." Jason could barely speak. Of the many emotions swirling in his head, gratitude seemed to be the only one that mattered now. He felt adrift, and Tyler was his only lifeline. There were so many questions, so many things he wanted to express.

Tyler ran a soothing hand through Jason's hair. "You're welcome boy." His touch had a calming effect. The muscle boy's breathing slowed. "You've grown a lot in a short time. Don't overthink it. I know that look. I've got you."

A fading voice in Jason's head clung to fear and old ways. He could still end this. But then what? Whatever waited for him on the other side of this seemed unbearable without Tyler's guidance, and the path back to where he came from seemed an impossible, ill-fitted journey. He wasn't that anymore, but he wasn't sure what he was now. Through tear-soaked eyes, he looked up at Tyler. "Please just help me."

Tyler's cock flinched with the arousal of power and control. There was nearly nothing left of Jason's former pride. He would make the perfect muscle boy. The young stud scooped his pup up to a standing position. Wrapping a firm hand around the back of Jason's neck, Tyler looked up into his eyes and reassured him. "What did I say, boy? I've got you."

Jason nodded. A thin wall held back a flood of emotions. He wouldn't dare to speak. The broken man knew his only option was to place his trust in Tyler. His body relaxed a bit.

"Now, wipe your face, and strip off that soaked jock. You're a mess. I need some food. Let's get moving." Tyler was commanding but cheerful.

Jason did as instructed. Peeling the jock from his body, he was left naked and dripping from both ends. Tyler stared blankly at him. The muscle boy retrieved the jockstrap from the floor and used it to wipe his crotch, ass, and legs the best he could. He was broken and exposed. His hole felt open and loaded full. He longed for a shower. But that would have to wait.

"What are you waiting for?! Get those clothes on, and let's get out of here!" Tyler was pulling his own clothes on as he hurried his boy along.

Quickly, Jason dressed in his gym shorts and tee. He felt vulnerable without the extra cover of underwear, and his ample dick made a well-defined outline under the thin material. Once the men were dressed, Tyler headed for the door.

"Where do you want to go for food?" Jason was dreading the answer.

"You know where."

Wanting desperately to argue, Jason opened his mouth. Quickly though, he realized there was nothing he could say that seemed appropriate. He resigned himself to his fate and followed Tyler to the elevator.

Entering The Big Pickle, Jason immediately saw the person he hoped wouldn't be behind the counter. His anxiousness rose, but so did his dick. Without much to hold it back, the shaft pressed his shorts away from his body. Jason breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.

Tyler spoke first. "Hey, Nico! Having a good day?"

Nico beamed with excitement when he saw the men together. "Hey, Tyler! Oh, yeah. It's been a fantastic day!" Glancing at Jason, he acknowledged the man. "And hello again, Jason." The smile on his face was even more ominous than it was earlier in the day. He clearly assumed Jason had learned the truth about their encounter by now.

Jason took a longer look at Nico. He'd seen the boy countless times. They'd always exchanged pleasantries, but Jason never thought much of him beyond his being the kid behind the counter that took his order. He didn't know anything about Nico. How old could the kid possibly be? Sure, he had a pretty face, but he seemed so young. He was a bit short and slender, with darker features matching those of the older couple scurrying around in the back. Jason guessed those were his parents and Nico was fated to work in the restaurant until he was out on his own.

Then, Jason remembered Nico's thick, uncut cock. He would never have believed it belonged to the thin boy smirking at him now. Jason had bucked and begged for it. He'd thanked it for unloading deep in his hole. Now, he stood here, facing the owner of that magnificent monster, and he was at a loss for words.

Jason felt a sharp nudge from Tyler's elbow, and then noticed his glare. He quickly turned to look at Nico. "Oh, hey, Nico. Nice to see you too." He could feel his face burning red with embarrassment.

Tyler's eyes darkened a bit. "And?"

Jason looked past the throbbing outline of his barely confined dick to his feet. "And... thank you."

Nico could barely contain himself. "For what, Jason?"

The broken beast wanted to sprint for the exit, but his legs felt as if they were encased in cement. Still looking down, he squeaked out a reply. "For earlier... you know... umm... thanks for what you did." Jason felt as if he was dying inside. His body was completely uncooperative. If he turned away from the counter now, he'd be showing off a massive erection in his shorts to everyone at the cafe.

"Oh, that!" Nico nodded. "No problem! It seemed like you needed it really bad! I can help out anytime!"

Jason looked back up at him, suddenly realizing he might be seeing a lot more of Nico's cock in the future. His humiliation surrounding the situation was overshadowed by his excitement. "Thanks." Jason's sheepish reply made both Tyler and Nico laugh out loud.

Tyler ordered food while Jason remained lost in his conflicting thoughts of lust and shame. The stud looked down at Jason's crotch. "We better take that to go. The boy is gonna cause a scene if we stay here."

Nico craned his neck over the counter and smiled. "Still? He's a needy one, huh?"

Jason was mortified by the way the men looked at him and discussed his situation. He was thankful he'd at least be spared being put on a more public display. When the food was ready, Jason quickly grabbed it, using it as a shield. The men said their goodbyes and made their way to the elevator.

Once inside the relative safety of the condo, Jason reached into the bag to pull out the food. On top he found a slip of paper. Nico had given Jason his phone number. He tucked it in his pocket. He looked up quickly at Tyler. "You know I don't even have your phone number."

"You never asked for it."

It was true. In all the chaos, Jason had never made any attempt to obtain Tyler's contact information. "Oh, right. Sorry. Can I have it now?"

Tyler scooped his food from the counter and walked to the couch in the living room area. "I don't know. Will you even use it?"

Jason was stunned. Hurt in a way. He quickly made his way to Tyler. "Of course I will!" Then he realized this was a moment to humble himself and make his intentions clear. Fighting the urge to drop to his knees, Jason took a deep breath. "Tyler, I need you."

Tyler looked up at Jason, waiting for the fumbling man to gather his thoughts.

"This is more than a little fun for you, right? I mean, you've got me turned upside down." Not getting an immediate response from Tyler, the desperate man stopped holding back. He dropped to his knees and looked into the stud's eyes. "I want to be yours. I mean, however you'll have me. I don't know what I'm doing or where this is going, but I don't want it to stop. I'll give up everything I was. I'll try my best." He paused, before officially making his request. "Please let me be your boy."

Tyler remained calm. "Is that what you really want? I'm not interested in playing out some fantasy with you for a week before you go back to whatever this was." He swirled his hand around, lightly mocking Jason's former persona.

"Yes! It's everything I want! This is serious for me, Tyler." Jason was hooked. His urgency was overwhelming. "Just tell me what you want. I'll do it. You've broken me. Please don't leave me like this. I need you."

Tyler sat back. "If you're going to be my boy you have a lot of catching up to do. I don't have time for temper tantrums or backtracking."

"I know. I understand." Jason was anxious. He was pleading his case for submission now. A far cry from the man he was a day ago. "I know I'm gonna fuck up, but I promise I'll do my best. Please take me on. You're in charge. Please Tyler, I need you."

Tyler noted the third repeated request in as many minutes. "If I do this, I own you completely. This is about my needs and you fulfilling them. You'll get what you need, but on my terms, and on my time. You don't question me, and you don't question my methods. You fuck up, and I'll make sure you don't do it again. Is that clear?"

Jason was thrilled. The threat of punishment and of a future unknown seemed trivial in comparison to his immediate desires. "Yes, Sir! Very clear! Thank you! You won't regret this." His eyes looked brighter now than Tyler could remember seeing them.

"Fuck. you are eager. I'll give you that. And not bad to look at." Tyler's compliments made Jason blush. "But you have a long way to go, boy."

"Yes, Sir." A humbled Jason contained his excitement in deference to Tyler's serious tone.

"And now you've got me hard again." Both men looked at the enormous bulge in Tyler's shorts. "Come here. Ride me."

Jason jumped up and shed his clothes in a frenzy, briefly noticing the wet spot he'd made in the back of his shorts from losing some of Tyler's previous load. Grabbing his man's shorts and underwear, he pulled them away aggressively and spit on his hand. He quickly stroked the monster he so deeply desired, before straddling Tyler and squatting over him, while looking gleefully into his eyes. The cock pushed in easily this time. The openness of Jason's used hole combined with his deep craving. The muscle boy cooed as the shaft spread him wide and filled him again. This felt right.

In wild lust, Jason began to bounce and grind on Tyler's lap. He couldn't get enough of the man's cock inside him. It was a yearning beyond anything he'd ever known. "Thank you! Oh, god, yes."

Tyler remained almost motionless, but in total control. He watched his muscle slut fuck himself on his cock and smiled at his accomplishment. This was the easiest he'd ever broken a so-called "alpha", and certainly the most enjoyable. Jason was beautiful. His new eagerness, signified by his throbbing, leaking dick, bouncing off of Tyler's abs, made the muscle boy all the more desirable. The young stud planned to keep this one for a long time.

Jason didn't hold back. Grinding and bouncing, he worked Tyler's massive tool like a seasoned slut. His natural instincts took over. He was no longer thinking. He was simply serving. Every part of him was focused on the single mission of pleasing Tyler's cock. Jason slammed himself down on the lean stud. His thick, muscled legs flexed, and his ass swallowed the shaft whole. His moaning grew louder. Jason found the perfect angle. Tyler's monster was beating up his sensitive prostate, and his own throbbing dick was flinging precum everywhere.

Tyler relaxed back and looked up at his new prize. The former alpha was doing all the work. Tyler was impressed with how well the hole was milking him. He wouldn't last too long like this. Allowing Jason to fuck himself was a gift to the boy, but it felt amazing for the twink top too. He began to grunt in time with Jason's moans.

"Thank you, Tyler! You feel so good inside me!" Jason felt his orgasm rising. He fucked himself down on the giant cock even harder now. He was shaking as he bounced. "Oh, god!"

Suddenly, Tyler stiffened and began to fuck up into Jason. He yelled out, grabbing onto Jason's back, pulling himself up close to the man. The muscle slut felt the cock inside him expand, and he knew Tyler was filling him with another load. They held onto each other, and Jason concentrated on quickly finding his own release. But it didn't come soon enough.

Tyler fell back, catching his breath. "Stop!"

Jason froze. Impaled on Tyler and looking down at his new alpha, his hole continued to grip and release, drawing every last drop of cum from the stud.

"Fuck! Your hole is greedy!" Tyler's body bucked as his sensitive manhood was worked. "OK! Get off!" He laughed as he demanded relief from his post-cum torture.

With a disappointed groan, Jason pried himself off of the thick monster and backed away. On wobbly legs, he stood waiting for his next order. Cum slid freely from his hole and down the inside of his thighs. A drop of his own slowly descended from the tip of his untouched dick, finally breaking free due to the violent throbbing, and landing on his foot. A whimper escaped his lips. He wanted to cum so badly.

Tyler shook his head and laughed. "OK, boy. Clean me up. I need to get going."

Jason dropped to his knees and lovingly sucked Tyler's cock clean.

Tyler pushed him away and peeled himself from the couch. He began to dress as he looked down on his new boy. "You did good today."

Jason was overcome with a sense of pride. "Thank you!"

"No touching yourself. I'll talk to you soon. Got it?"

Jason nodded his head vigorously. "Yes, Sir!

Tyler chuckled again, as he rubbed the top of the eager boy's head. He grabbed the remainder of his food and left.

Jason was left kneeling, dripping cum from his gaped hole, and throbbing with desire for his man. It felt awful. But somehow it felt so good. The frustration and the humiliation were taking on a different tone for him now. Those new feelings were now reinforcing his understanding of his new status, and as scary as that was, it just seemed right. He stared at the door for a while, feeling lost and sad that Tyler left so abruptly. He already missed the man and he could still feel him inside his body.

Slowly, Jason stood on wobbly legs. He was overcome with exhaustion. He grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping himself in it, and collapsed on the couch.

Stirring from his sleep, Jason woke to find himself still on his couch. He sat up. The first thing he noticed was how well-rested he was. The second was that his ass was still soaked with loads of cum that had partially slipped out of his body and into the blanket. Before he could even assess what time it was, his dick grew hard with memories of how he came to be in this situation. He reached for it and then remembered his instructions. With a moan, he pulled back, leaving himself helplessly throbbing. Shuffling to the kitchen, still partially draped in his soiled blanket, Jason started his morning coffee. He picked up his phone and saw he had a message from an unknown number.

You have a package at your door.

Jason was a bit confused. Wrapping himself tighter, he opened the front door and saw a small box at his feet. Bringing it inside, he tore into it to discover five jockstraps of various colors, and a white thong. So, this was to be his new underwear. Jason held a dark blue jock up to look it over. He shook his head. At least he looked good in them. Turning his attention back to his phone, Jason replied to the text.

Thank you. Tyler?

He stared at the phone, willing it to provide an answer. Finally resting it on the counter, he let the blanket slip from his shoulders and stepped into the jock. He squeezed his throbbing dick into the thin material, being careful not to touch it more than he needed to. Jason made his way to the large bedroom mirror to get a look at himself. He still appeared to be the same muscle stud he always was. His thick meat was straining against the jock, tho and made him feel desperate to touch it. Trying to shift his focus, he spun around and looked back at his ass in the mirror. It looked extra fuckable in the jockstrap. Bending over, he spread his cheeks and looked between his legs at the cum-soaked boy hole Tyler had given him. As hard as it was to believe it was his own hole he was looking at, the deep craving for more of Tyler's cock made the reality sink in.

Jason walked back to the kitchen to retrieve his phone. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a text message was waiting for him.

Which color did you try first?

Jason blushed. Tyler knew him too well already. In an effort to show his appreciation for the gifts, Jason returned to the mirror and snapped a picture of himself posing in the dark blue jockstrap. He felt so dirty sending it over. Looking down at himself, he saw a wet spot already appearing at the tip of his trapped dick. He rolled his eyes and moaned. Jason wasn't used to denying himself pleasure. This was proving to be difficult.