Chapter 3 A New Day
Ash felt himself waking pleasantly. He was surrounded by a feeling of warmth and security, a feeling he'd been basking in all night. Instinctively, he snuggled closer to the source of the warmth like a moth to a flame, not fully conscious but still grasping himself closer to the strong, hard body underneath him. The arm under him pulled him in a little closer to the chest in response, and he nestled contently in the space between. He dozed back off to sleep, periodically pulling himself closer to his new master.
Hours later, he woke up fully, his eyes flickering open slowly. He saw his Master sleeping lazily, exactly where he'd fallen asleep the night before, and his other Master Brad next to him also in the same position. His eyes moved slowly up and down his master's body, examining it and the smooth, hard muscle that comprised it. He stared at his master's face, who had a line of drool dripping out of his mouth, looking smugly content that he had fallen asleep with his two new charges under his burly arms. He pulled himself slightly closer again, and in response the large hand that was gripping his backside squeezed him, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. At the same time, he noticed that intense smell from the night before seeping into his nose. Looking down, he realized the source of the smell was Bruno's armpit, still leaking out of the musk from his workout he had never washed off the night before. The smell filled Ash's mind, intoxicating him, sending euphoria through him. His eyes began to glaze over and he felt himself moving closer to it, his gaze locking on the tangle of thick, dark armpit hair as the ripe odor drew him in. He nestled closer to it, sniffing harder and harder as his nose bristled against Bruno's coarse fur. He began to lose himself in the smell, forgetting what he was doing, forgetting Bruno was asleep, pulling himself in with more and more intensity with each breath as the smell sank into his mind, so much so that he didn't notice Bruno stirring until the hulking mass underneath him heaved itself up. He saw Bruno looking down on him.
"Morning boy," Bruno said smiling with a big yawn, "Enjoying yourself?"
Ash nodded slowly, lost in his Master's deep voice.
"You know technically I didn't give you permission to do that, but I'll let you slide just this once. You boys haven't worked your way up there yet."
Ash felt himself nodding once again and felt his lips parting to say apologize. "Sorry, sir," he muttered weakly.
"What made you do that?" asked Bruno, grinning.
"Smelled…so good. Couldn't…resist" Ash said hazily.
"You like the smell of a man?" Bruno asked, enjoying toying with him.
"Yes," said Ash, plainly.
"Good," said Bruno, chuckling, "I usually work up quite a sweat." He pulled Ash closer into him. They locked eyes.
"May I come closer, sir?" Ash asked.
"Sure," said Bruno, pleased, "Good job asking. You're learning," he said, ruffling Ash's dark, silky hair. It was amazing what he'd been able to do to him. He was really totally under his control. As he watched how much it pleased the boy just to be at his side he felt himself feeling warm towards him, almost protective- an emotion he hadn't expected. He stuffed it down- they still had more fun to have. Still, he couldn't help but enjoy watching the boy nuzzle against him affectionately. He stayed still, letting Ash lay on him until he felt Brad stirring next to him.
"Morning, Brad," he growled lowly.
"Good morning sir," Brock said dutifully.
"I'm glad you're both up," he said, "We have a long day and an even longer night ahead of us."
"Yes sir," interrupted Brock, grabbing and moving up his chest, "I'm ready to play with the girl again," he said, gesturing to Ash.
"Woah-woah," said Bruno, sliding Brock off of him with one hand easily, "Just like I was telling your friend here, I didn't give you permission to do that. Plus, this isn't about you and your fun, this is about what I say. Got it?", he said his tone becoming stern.
"Yes sir," he said, bowing his head. Still, his voice was changed with a tone of resistance.
Bruno stared at him, "I appreciate your showing your dominant side, and I know this one here is a little more submissive," he said towards Ash, who was still pressing against him, "But I am in charge now; you know that, right?"
"Yes sir," Brock said again.
"Great," he said, sitting up. "But don't worry, you'll get your fun again. After all, I need to figure out which one of you will be my top dog, and which one will be my lackey."
They both stared up at him suddenly, heeding his words carefully, unsure of what he meant.
"What?" he said at them, "it's just the natural order of things. One of you will be my companion, not an equal, but almost there, and the other one of you will be my lackey. Take care of all my stuff. Cleaning. All of that. Your serve us both, even though I'll be in charge overall of course. But don't stress about it, who will play which role will come out eventually, naturally. There's nothing you can do to change it."
They stared up at him intently, then at each other, and edge of competitiveness now burning between the once friend's eyes.
"Now, we have a full day ahead of us. I don't want to draw extra attention to myself, so you two need to go participate in the tournament just like usual. And if you see me, you're going to act normal, nothing like what you've been doing when you're in here. Whatever excuse you have to make up about where you were last night – and why you'll be gone again tonight – is up to you. But you both need to be in here tonight after dinner and a shower. Got it? And don't expect to leave once you get here."
They both nodded dutifully.
"Good. Now get dressed, and get out of here. And you," he said gesturing towards Ash with a snicker, "Make sure you change out of those cum stain clothes from last night."
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Bruno returned to his room, hot and sweating from another workout. He still hadn't showered from the night before, and he didn't need to, the longer he went without, the more potent his smell would be. Plus, he knew one of his boys loved it. It was only right. The room still smelled ripe and musky from the night before, the humid odor seeping into the walls and sheets of the room, embedding itself. He pulled off his black gauntlets, tossing them onto the table beside the bed, and hopped onto it with a loud thud.
Bruno laid on the bed, thinking about the boys, waiting, knowing they would arrive soon. He thought about Ash, the boy, he felt that strange warm feeling wise up again, but it's ignored it in favor of remembering when he broke him, seeing the last bit of will leaving the boy's eyes as he climaxed. He thought about Brad, and how easily he has made him turn on his friend, dominating him like a one night stand. He felt a swelling in his pants as he realized once again how much control he has over them; as if with perfect timing, there was a knock at the door. He opened it, letting them both into the room. As they entered, their normal expressions sunk into stupefied gazes, each of their eyes drooping lower and lower slowly. Within moments, they were blank-faced.
"Hello boys," he said.
"Hello sir," they said, but then only Ash spoke, "may I hug you, sir?" with longing in his eyes.
"Aww," said Bruno moving in, enclosing Ash in a massive bear hug, "Missed me?"
"Yes sir," said Ash dreamily, leaning into the hug.
"Good," cooed Bruno, gesturing towards the bed, "I have lots of fun planned tonight."
They obediently walked over, each sitting on the end of the bed.
"Now, like I said this morning, I need to see which of you is going to play which role as my servants. Which of you will be my sidekick, and which of you will be my lackey. But we have time to figure that out, and I had a lot of fun watching what we did last night. What were your favorite parts? You first, boy," he said towards Ash.
Coming out of his dreamy stare, Ash looked up to answer Bruno, "Hugging you, sir, and inhaling your scent. Being close to you and your big, strong body."
"Good answer boy," said Bruno grinning, feeling his affection for the boy rise up again, "And you?" he asked, turning towards Brock.
"Playing with my girl here," said Brock smugly, gesturing towards Ash.
"Oh, you liked that a lot didn't you?" asked Bruno.
"Mhm," said Brock, moving his hand towards Ash.
"Hey!" yelled Bruno sternly. Brock's hand froze in midair.
"No touching just yet," said Bruno, "I didn't give you permission for that. Understand?"
Brock locked eyes with him, almost glaring for a moment, but after a tense stare-down, lowered his hand and head.
"I asked you a question, boy," said Bruno, bearing down on him, his massive figure hulking over Brock as he moved closer towards him and reached a finger under his chin, lifting it to look into his eyes again.
"Yes, sir," said Brock, lowering his head.
"That's better," said Bruno, "You might be a man when you're dealing with him, but remember who you belong to."
Brock looked down quietly and said nothing.
"Now," said Bruno, turning to Ash, "Did you like when your friend played with you?"
"Yes, sir," said Ash.
"How did it feel doing that with your friend?"
Ash's face scrunched in confusion for a moment as he thought. "Kind of weird at first… but then, it felt like… like something I'd always wanted."
"Wow," said Bruno, "Well in that case, why don't you have at it again?" He gave Brock a nod, signaling that he could now touch Ash.
Brock needed little encouragement, his hands slowly moving towards Ash, sliding up his back under his shirt, resting on his shoulders again as the fabric lifted. He felt Ash shudder as his hands grazed his skin, melting into his grip. He felt a surge of pleasure at the control he had over him. He looked on with carnal pleasure as Ash caved to him, watching how pathetic he looked. It fueled his hands as he dug them into Ash's back, massaging him, feeling his will melt away.
Ash felt his friend's warm grip slowly sinking him mentally back to where he'd been last night. He began to whimper quietly, feeling Brock overpowering him, making him weaker and more submissive. Every squeeze of Brock's strong hands sent waves of heat through him, drawing him closer to his tan body.
Brock watched his friend crawling over towards him and how to another savage rush. With a sudden burst of aggression, his hand shot forward and grabbed Ash by the back of the head, gripping his hair and pulling him in closer towards him. Ash yelped in pain.
Hearing Ash's cry triggered something in Bruno, and before he knew it, he was lurching forward,
A bolt of pain then shot through Brock's arm. Looking around for the source, he realized Bruno had slapped his arm. Bolts of pain still shout through the area where he'd made contact.
"Be gentle with him," growled Bruno, "You've been getting ahead of yourself. Don't damage my goods, understand?"
"Yes, sir," said Brock.
"Good," said Bruno, "Now get back to it, but be easy with him." He didn't know why he'd felt that way towards the boy at that moment, he just knew that it was probably because the boy was for him to play with, not this man.
Brock turned back to ask, gripping him by the back of the head carefully and pulling him towards him slowly. He felt humiliated being hit by Bruno like that, just like he had felt humiliated last night. He turned his attention towards Ash again, the pathetic girl, desperate for him. He felt like a man when he was dominating this girl. It was the only time he felt like a man again in this room. And Bruno had stopped that. He was almost mad, but his programming stopped him and got him back on track. He pulled Ash closer into his chest and squeezing him there tightly. Ash leaned in, his sense of mistrust fading at Brock's careful touch. Brock held him there gently, pushing his head down his shirt. His hand moved towards the bottom of the fabric, but he hesitated. He knew he should ask permission from Bruno first, but that thought made him mad. Why did he have to do that? The thoughts almost began to form into something solid, but again this programming took over, and he looked up at Bruno obediently.
"May I take my clothes off sir?" he asked.
"Yes boy, good job asking," Bruno said.
Brock took off his shirt and grabbed Ash by the back of the head again, making sure to be gentle despite his instincts. He moved him down his chest, continuing what he has been doing before. Ash stuck his tongue out and began lightly grazing Brock's nipple. Brock's hips begin to grind as Ash sucked harder and harder, feeling the waves of pleasure flowing through him.
Ash switched to the other side of Brock's chest, doing the same as before.
His hand slowly move down Brock's abs to the seam of his pants, and he began rubbing the hard outline he felt there.
Brock stared down, marveling at his desperation, and felt that same flame that was a mixture of pity and hatred igniting into a small spark in him again. His hand moved on top of Ash's, pressing it into him harder, faster as Ash worked on his chest.
"Eager to get down there huh girl?" Brock asked smugly.
"Yes," said Ash hungrily.
The desperation in his voice fueled the spark in Brock into a small flame, and his hand lifted over and moved to Ash his ass, squeezing the soft, tight flesh. It was his. It felt good to know that, deep down. To know he could still be in control in some way. He couldn't let the feeling go. He felt Ash convulse under his grip, and squeezed his plushy ass again, sending another ripple through him. Ash's stroking intensified. He gave the ass a light pat which seemed to push Ash further as his head slumped down onto Brock's chest, pressing into him but making his way down towards his pants.
"You like that girl?"
"Yes sir."
Brock gave him another light pat on the behind as Ash reached the fork of his legs, making him even more frenzied. He eyed the outline pressing against Brock's pants hungrily.
"Take it out, girl."
Ash began unzipping and pulling down Brock's pants. Brock watched on in glee, smirking at how he could send him reeling with a small tap. His body was remembering his flings with girls who liked to play rough, get hit around a little- nothing harmful, all with their permission and such- but he liked those flings. He'd liked them a lot. He liked the feeling of control in general; knowing that he could do whatever he wanted, and that would just make them want it more. Playing rough just amplified that feeling. He liked seeing them grovel harder after a good slap.
Ash had just finished pulling his pants past his ankles, making his way up to his underwear to finish off. The flame in Brock was now a roaring fire as he watched Ash desperately crawl back up his now-naked body, towards his dick to get to work. He looked so… pathetic. As Ash approached, without thinking, Brock's hand raised up and struck Ash hard on the side of the face.
Ash yelled out in pain instantly as Brock's hand made contact.
An instant later, with a billowing roar, Bruno leaped across the room, grabbing Brock's arm and twisting it around his back, locking it there.
"WHAT do you think you're DOING?" he bellowed.
"I-"
"Shut up, worm. Don't speak."
Brock winced, the insult reactivating his programming. Through gritted teeth he muttered, "I just got carried away-"
"I SAID, don't speak maggot," Bruno said, twisting his arm harder.
Brock slumped, beaten down, the combined weight of the pain and the programming overcoming him. Bruno let his arm go and shoved him. He fell into a ball on the floor.
Bruno made his way over to Ash. His face was still red where Brock had hit him. He was whimpering, holding his hand to the spot tightly.
"You ok?" asked Bruno softly, lowering himself to Ash's level to look closer.
"I…I think so," said Ash. looking up at him with watery eyes.
"Good," said Bruno smiling, "I'll be back for you in a minute. I'm going to make sure he never does that again, ok?"
"Ok," said Ash, relief and happiness spread over his face as he stared into Bruno's eyes.
His reaction sent a warm feeling through Bruno again. The feeling intensified as he looked back into his eyes, seeing how hopeful he made him. Ash trusted him. He wanted him to keep him safe. The feeling was almost overwhelming as he felt all that through Ash's eyes. He started to pull away, confused, focusing back on Brock and the more familiar feeling of anger, but before he knew it he'd leaned in and gave Ash a light kiss on the forehead. The boy smiled up at him, melting visibly, and he smiled back for a moment, then turned back to Brock.
"Now, this isn't what I had planned tonight," he said, walking over to Brock's crumpled, naked figure, "I thought you'd be a great sidekick; almost reminded me of me a bit at first. But now I see you're nothing like me." He was in front of Brock now, his huge feet a few inches away from Brock's turned head.
"Kneel, slave," Bruno commanded.
Brock uncurled and sat up, falling forward at Bruno's feet.
"That's it, boy, that's where you belong. Like I was saying, you're nothing like me because you have no control. And that's because you resist being controlled. And that's why you need to be controlled. Trying to assert your manhood, even at a time like this," he laughed.
Gesturing to Ash, he said, "He LISTENS. he's in this to serve me. for ME. You've been in this for you. You think you're too good for this, like you're above it all. You want to feel superior, and that's why I need to break you. to show you you're the same cock hungry boy like him, except he embraces it, you deny who you are. you pretend you're still a big strong man. so I'm going to show you how little I can make you," he said, towering over Brock. His hand shot forward under Brock, grabbing Brock's cock tight in his strong grip and forcing him to sit up on his knees with his huge forearm.
Brock yelped as the huge hand closed around his dick, any feelings of rebellion immediately erased and replaced with a feeling of helpless desperation. His mind went blank and the only thing he could focus on was the warmth coming from Bruno's tight grip, shooting waves of heat up his hips and back and down his legs through his toes. He felt them begin to curl submissively as Bruno began to slowly stroke him.
"You've got a nice thick cock, boy," said Bruno admiringly, "I think that's what's going to your head. I think you don't deserve it."
Despite his programming, the threat to his manhood sent a wave of fear rippling through his foggy mind.
"What do you mean…" he whispered in shock.
"Oh, you think you're asking the questions? Up on the bed. Ass in the air. Now."
His confusion was wiped away as his body obediently obeyed Bruno's commands. The next moment, he was up on the bed, chest and head pressing into the mattress, his ass in the air, his cock and balls dangling between his legs as he wiggled his ass pathetically. Bruno walked over towards him, smiling. His hand shot out once again, wrapping tightly around Brock's cock. Brock let out yet another surprised gasp as the huge hand gripped him, but shortly after he began to feel that warm, radiating heat again as the fingers closed around him.
A moment later, he felt a second warm hand on his backside, digging its way between his asscheeks. He nearly felt uncomfortable, but no sooner had the feeling arisen than it had been replaced by yet another warm feeling, this time coming from behind him in even stronger waves. His vision blurred as the feeling overwhelmed him.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Bruno, leaning down to whisper in his ear as his body weight pressed in on Brock.
"Yes master," said Brock hazily, hips beginning to grind in time with Bruno's thrusts.
"Good, good," Bruno whispered with hot breath onto him again, sending more waves of heat through his head, "Because with every wave of pleasure you feel, your dick is going to shrink down a little bit smaller."
"Wha…" Brock said foggily as the words registered in his head, "WHAT?" he yelled as they finally clicked. He bucked his hips frantically, trying to get out of Bruno's grasp. He felt Bruno's hand leave his dick and felt victorious for a moment, until the hand came crashing down on his head. His head bounced off the bed as his vision blurred once again, his flailing ceasing as he crumpled back onto the bed. Bruno was behind him again a moment later, working a finger back into Brock's ass. Brock weakly tried to roll over and clenched, blocking Bruno's way.
"Still trying to fight huh? Ass up, doggyboy," Bruno said, knowing another insult would work the magic.
Brock's hips began to rise slowly, but he still appeared to be pushing them down, fighting.
"You know what you did was wrong, right stupid doggyboy?"
"N-,…Yes," said Brock, sweating.
"And you know what I said is true; you need to be controlled, right doggyboy?" he said, working his finger through Brock's relaxing cheeks.
"..y…y…..yes," said Brock, trying to fight how good the thought of being a stupid, smiling puppy for Bruno would feel.
"And don't you want to stop fighting, and be controlled by me, and let me make you feel good again, doggyboy?" he said coming in closer again, lowering his voice into a persuasive coo, hot breath grazing Brock's ear.
"Yes, sir," said Brock less shakily.
"Then get that ass in the air, doggyboy."
Brock's ass rose as Bruno slipped his finger back into him, and he quivered as he gripped his dick again.
"Now, like I said, with every bit of pleasure, this will shrink down a little," he said, giving Brock's dick a little yank, "Because this is what's going to your head, making you feel like you need to act like a man. Right, doggyboy?"
Brock hesitated but then let out a confident yes sir.
"So we need to fix this to make you more obedient, right doggyboy?"
"Yes SIR!" said Brock confidently, thrusting his ass and balls up higher and his chest down even further, fully under Bruno's spell, gone from fighting to ready to sacrifice his own manhood to his master.
"Of course it won't actually happen, you'll just think it's happening. But you're too stupid to know that," Bruno said, smirking. "Now let's get started."
With a thrust, he rammed his finger further into Brock. It felt like pain until Bruno stroking him turned the pain into warm pleasure slowly. He began to move in time with the strokes as usual, and then he felt something. Felt the head of his dick slowly sliding back into Bruno's closed fist. At first, it seemed to Brock like he was imagining it, but it felt so real, it had to be happening. He gasped in twisted pleasure at what was happening to him, bucking harder with Bruno's hand thrusting its fingers into him. This was what his master wanted. He has been bad and needed to be taught a lesson. He wanted this for himself. He wanted to give his manhood to the bulked-up king in front of him. d He was in awe of what his Master could do to him. In a way, he wanted this because it confirmed Bruno's power over him. He felt it sinking further now…but how? How could he be doing this to him? What gave him this power?
He bucked harder at the thought of how powerless he was against his Master. His mind broke as he realized he could never understand how he has this level of power over him. As he realized there was nothing he could do to fight or understand what was happening to him. His confusion made him desperate for a figure to latch onto and he leaned harder into Bruno, pressing himself fully into his, seeking refuge from his confusion in the powerful man. Bruno noticed the change in him.
"You feel that boy?" Bruno said from behind his head.
"Yes Master," said Brock heatedly, lost in hot lust.
"You feel freer, right? Free because you've started to surrender to me. Realized your place now, right?"
"Yes Sir. I need you," he gasped, pressing Bruno's finger deeper into him, grinding his dick faster against Bruno's closed fist. "I need to stop pretending and submit a real man like you." He felt release as he said it. His master could be responsible for him now.
"Good boy," cooed Bruno, "See how good it feels when you're not trying to prove anything? When you give up trying to act like a man and accept your role as a servant?"
"Yes Sir".
His dick had retracted more and he felt it fully contained inside Bruno's hand now. He gasped as Bruno let go, falling on his side on the bed. He stared down at his dick, which looked about ¾ smaller to him now. He felt it, touching it in awe. He felt lighter. More obedient than ever. Any thoughts of domming his girl were gone. He only wanted to serve now. He had given up his manhood to his Master, and it felt good. He would do it again, too, if Master thought he needed it. He shuddered as Bruno's hand stroked over it slowly, admiring his work.
"There, that's better boy," he said, flopping it side to side as he inspected it carelessly, "Don't you think?"
"Yes Master," said Brock proudly, "Thank you, sir."
"For what?"
For showing me I'm meant to serve. For showing me who I am."
"Oh, I'm not done yet," Bruno said with a smirk.
Bruno grabbed underwear from the pile nearby and tied them around Brock's head before he knew it. The hot, musky scent that was growing familiar by now intoxicated him, blasting through his nose.
"I want you to get used to my stench, boy, the stench you'll be cleaning up after as my new Towel Boy"
I- what? thought Brock. He thought he'd learned his lesson. He thought he was done with him.
"Wrong answer, boy. That should've been an enthusiastic yes sir. Looks like we have to go a little further."
Before he could move, Bruno's hand was wrapped back around his dick. He could see nothing through the underwear tied tight around his face, only feel the strong hand stroking him again; feel his hips slowly chug up to a grind in time with his strokes; feel them hasten as his arousal peaked as he felt his dick sliding back, further into the massive hand gripping it. His body wanted this. He just had to give in.
Hey boy come here Bruno called Ash, who had been sitting in silence up till now. He came over.
"Drop your pants, boy. And underwear."
Ash robotically unbuckled them, pulling them down and stepping out of them. His dick stood semi-hard at the events happening in front of him.
It's time to reward you boy, you've been good.
He wrapped his free hand over Ash's dick. Ash's mind blanked as he felt the sensation of long fingers curling around and gripping him, taking control of his body and mind.
As he stroked Ash, he pulled him over onto his lap. Ash fit comfortably on one knee. Bruno wrapped his arm around Ash's waist, pulling him in closer and securing him as he continued stroking. Ash leaned back into his hulking, warm body as Bruno's bulky forearm pulled him in tightly, head falling back onto Bruno's shoulder as waves of pleasure rippled through him. He increased the tempo.
"We're gonna give you some of the extra inches we're taking from your friend here".
On the bed Brock bucked, feeling his dick shrink even further, and to his dismay, he was loving it. Every few strokes shrunk him down a little more. He felt his mind emptying further as he became less of a man, but grinded harder into Bruno's hand with every stroke, eager to please.
Ash felt a strange tingle in his groin, more than just the usual pleasure. And as he looked down, saw dick grow in size slowly, head slowly poking further and further out of Bruno's fist. He looked at Bruno in awe, smiling. He felt power surging into him from Bruno. When he finally released both their cocks, Ash felt stronger. More confident and powerful.
Bruno was once again pretty impressed and shocked with the results, and how completely they'd fallen for his tricks. Of course both their dicks were the exact same size, but that didn't matter- how they saw it mattered.
"How do you like it, boy?" Bruno whispered into his ear.
"Thank you, sir", Ash said, his voice bolder and deeper, sitting up, feeling like he was about ⅓ bigger. He no longer slumped like a scared animal but stood with his head out and chest proudly puffed, "You won't regret it." He was no longer in fear but instead in appreciation of Bruno, feeling so lucky to have been rewarded. Now he wanted to repay his master.
His assertiveness felt different and kind of hot to Bruno; not like the fake confidence of his friend but real power. As Ash turned in his lap, they locked eyes, smiling at one another. Bruno felt a rush, and without thought, leaned in and kissed him. Fire erupted in both of them as their tongues clashed, hands rushing through each other's dark hair, pulling them in closer. Bruno grabbed and spun Ash around, turning him to face him without breaking their kiss. Bruno's strong hands slid over Ash's smooth, lithe body, causing Ash to moan harder and lean in deeper. Bruno was enjoying this more than anything they'd done so far. He loved the way Ash melted inches his strong hands, twitching and reacting as he explored his body. He noticed the boy pressing into him ferociously, not just reacting to a command but moving with passion and liked it.
Invigorated, Bruno stood up as his hands settled on Ash's ass, hoisting Ash up with him easily in his muscular arms. Their kiss still did not break, Ash wrapped his legs around the huge man, his feet barely reaching one another around the man's broad back, undisturbed even as he moved through the air due to the massive strength supporting him. His dick pressed into Bruno's shirt as he pulled into him, feeling the rock hard abs under them. They fell onto the top of the bed still kissing hungrily, tongues thrusting into each others mouths and twirling together. Bruno's hands cupped around Ash's ass, squeezing it tightly. Feeling the huge hands grip sent a new wave of excitement through Ash, and he grabbed Bruno's body tightly, feeling the thick muscle under his clothes. He wanted to feel them, pull the clothes off and rub the hard skin underneath, but knew he hadn't gotten permission yet. He needed to stay his master's favorite. He settled for being totally enclosed in Bruno's strong wingspan pulling tighter against him. Bruno felt the boy's hands wandering reverently over him, but felt his self-control too. His boy earned another treat.
Breaking their kiss for a moment, he sat up and heaved his shirt off, showing his body for the first time since he took control of them.
Ash stared in awe.
It was better than anything he could have imagined.
It was like a dream
It was a dream, but it was real.
Plains of tan skin rolled in vast hills, forming two huge, defined pecs. Ash's entire arm could fit in the space underneath one. They ended in two strong, fleshy dark nipples, before rolling down into the sharp ridge that was his abdominals. 8 gleaming muscles stood popped out shining like a turtle shell. To the sides of them were two hulking, sculpted arms brimming with muscle that hung down like gorilla limbs, begging to be worshipped.
Worshipped by a good boy.
A good boy like him.
"May I, sir?" he asked reverently
"All yours, boy" Bruno said with a smirk.
Ash lunged forward. His naked body made contact with Bruno's chest, flesh almost sizzling as their skin pressed against each other. He started kissing his way down Bruno's pecs, resting and sucking on one of his nipples. He looked into Bruno's eyes while he worked intently, no longer mindlessly sucking but actively working to please his Master. While his tongue and mouth worked, his hands continued to explore the massive body underneath him, sliding across mountains of smooth, hard muscle. Bruno smiled at him; he felt good. The way Ash climbed up on him, his small body fitting snuggly on his massive chest, pulled him closer and harder every second, felt good. And the way Ash was working him felt good, he could tell the boy wanted it now, wasn't just following commands anymore. There was a fire in his eyes as he licked and slurped down Bruno's chest, keeping eye contact with him. Bruno was impressed by his new boldness rather than affronted. It made him want him more. He imagined Ash curling up on his chest to sleep again that night, arms wrapped tightly around him, his little pet to be protected. It sent another surge through him. Reaching down, he hoisted Ash up from under his armpits and brought him in for another kiss. Their lips clashed with equal intensity and their tongues slid past one another, hands gliding across each other's bodies as their legs intertwined and unraveled, pressing into each other tightly as they each squirmed from the pleasure. They slowly began to grind against one another, hardened cocks pressing into one another as Ash's naked body pressed against the fabric of Bruno's pants. It went from something Ash mildly noticed to an increasingly intense feeling, his focus shifting to the long, hard dick pressing into him. His hand began to slid down towards it as if pulled by gravity, but he caught himself, not daring to touch it without permission. He was a good boy.
Bruno sensed his intentions though, smiling through their kiss. He put a strong hand over Ash's, guiding it downward. It rested on his cock outside his pants. Ash gripped it softly, feeling the pulsing, thick shape under the fabric. He felt amazing, holding his Master's dick in his hand.
"You feel that boy?" he asked with that same sly grin, white teeth shining in contrast to his tan skin. He squeezed Bruno's cock hard, and suddenly felt like a warm tingling was shooting into his hand up his arm and into his head. His eyes drooped as a warm, fuzzy, hypnotic feeling filled his mind. Ash looked up at the hunky face, and nodded.
"That's power, boy. You've only felt a little of what I can do, and look at you. I know you feel different than you did before. That's the power of embracing your role, unlike your friend here," he said, gesturing to Brock, still moaning quietly and squirming with Bruno's underwear tied to his face, "I want you to feel how strong I can make you, if you listen to me. You've got a lot of …potential."
Ash stared at him transfixed, nodding slowly. Master thought he had potential….it made him feel warm and hot. He felt special, chosen by his dark handsome king. Similarly, the heat radiating up him was filling him with euphoria, visions of him being Bruno's disciple by day, fuck-toy by night. His eyes glazed with lustful visions of that future.
"I want to listen, sir. I want everything you can show me."
"Good bo-"
"I'll do whatever you say, Sir," interrupted Ash, focused and intent, beginning to stroke Bruno's cock through his pants now. "I'm lucky, sir, that you would spend your time on someone like me. I could have kept living like a nobody…instead of like this. Instead of fulfilling my purpose. And so whether you order me or not, Sir, I want to please you along to way. I want to show appreciation for what you've done, and what you're doing for me. I'm ready, sir."
Bruno stared at him, proud. His words were no longer the mindless drone from before, but full of will and determination. It was like he wasn't being controlled anymore, but even better, willingly wanted it now. It was like he had been adjusting, but finally settled, into who he was.
"Excellent work, boy," said Bruno, grinning down at him and ruffling his hair. Ash smiled and leaned into his strong hand. "You don't disappoint. So I'm going to show you what we can do together, and show you how great you can be under the instruction of a master." He stroked Ash's hand up and down his cock imprint harder, faster. Ash felt the heat increase as his mind blanked out anything but the feeling of that hard flesh under him. The feeling flowing into him was overwhelming, taking over his mind, morphing him into who he would become now that he was a dedicated servant… but it felt… right. He snapped back to reality as Bruno began to speak again.
"Plus, I'll toss you a little reward now for being a good boy."
Bruno's hand landed on Ash's once again, interlacing their fingers and holding it for a moment. Then, slowly, he began moving them up to the waistline of his pants. Ash was almost afraid to believe it was true, but to his delight, Bruno slid their hands under the waistline.
He saw stars as his hands sensed the humid warmth built up around Bruno's dick first, then finally made contact with the hard skin for the first time. It felt more amazing than he would have ever thought. The warm tingling that had radiated through his arms felt like it was being injected directly into his veins now. He had never felt such…power before.
It was huge.
It was thick.
It was long.
It was warm.
It made him feel warm.
It made his mind go blank.
It made him want to serve.
To serve.
His hand felt around slowly first, basking in the warmth. His fingers probed and twirled slowly in Bruno's underwear, around Bruno's dick, feeling the fleshy skin, moving down to feel his dangling, full ballsack. He wanted to feel it all at once. He wanted it in him, around him, on him, but he knew he had to be patient. Master would give it to him when he was ready. For now, he could feel and touch it, and that was more than enough.
"Start to please me, boy," whispered Bruno into his ear. They were still laying stomach to stomach. Ash's hand bent back as his fingers fixed firmly around the base and he began stroking Bruno intently. "While I please you," Bruno finished, but he didn't move to touch Ash as he expected. Ash looked up at him in anticipation. Bruno was smiling down at him, knowingly. The paternal look behind his glare fueled Ash further, melting him into Bruno, making his strokes more passionate.
"I said I'm going to show you what we can do together, and we start by showing you how deeply I can please you without even touching you," Bruno said cockily, deep voice booming. The bass reverberated in Ash's ears. He already felt euphoric hearing his Master's alluring voice alone, waves of submissive pleasure overtaking him as he continued to stoke Bruno's dick. He began panting.
"See boy?" said Bruno with another cocky laugh, "See how I can make you squirm already?" The pleasure from Ash jerking him off fueled him.
"Ye-yeeess Master" said Ash sluggishly overwhelmed with pleasure.
"You're such a quick learner boy," said Bruno, planting him a kiss on the forehead. Ash's head fell forward onto Bruno's chest, feeling like someone had cracked an egg ever him where Bruno's lips had made contact with his head.
"That's why this feels so good to you. Because you're willing pupil in your training now. Because you've accepted that you need someone strong to guide you. Because you've accepted that you're weak, so now you can begin to find your strength."
Ash nodded softly, nuzzling into Bruno's chest. Although the top of him had fallen into a dreamy gaze, he continued to stroke and please Bruno with intensity.
"Yes, sir," said Ash, "This feels…right. I feel …stronger as your slave….than I did….before…I understand this is what I'm meant to do."
"That's right boy," said Bruno stoically, breath growing heavier as Ash played with his dick. "You've accepted my control. So you'll see how your body can push itself further trying to reach limits you thought were impossible. I'm going to break those limits for you boy. I'm going to show you how to control aspects of yourself you never thought you could. Do you think I got like this just lifting? To master the body is to master the mind. To master the mind is to master the body. Now let me show you what that feels like… how it can feel like a warm, strong hand is wrapping around your cock, even when nothing's touching you."
He heard Ash gasp, and knew it was working.
"Rubbing it up and down. Sending warmth through it, just like you were stroking yourself."
Ash's hips began to chug, small moans coming from him. Nothing was touching his cock, yet he felt waves of pleasure emitting that he'd only felt jerking off.
"That's it boy. You know what to do. Lean into it," Bruno said, the bass in his voice filling Ash's head once again. Ash's moans had progressed from quiet to loud now, his hips winding up and down harder. It was hot to him, watching how fully Ash had surrendered himself. He pressed into Ash's hand stroking him harder. Their pleasing of one another was snowballing now, as they aroused one another, they each were getting more and more into it, making them want to please each other further; Ash to serve his Master, and Bruno to reward his slave.
"And all this time, you haven't wavered in stroking your Master. Good boy," said Bruno through panting breaths, rubbing his hair again. He was close now; the boys eagerness and enthusiasm turning him on more than anything had that night. Ash tipped over the edge at the same time, bucking almost animalistically, reacting to a small head pat like he was being fingered, yet still was untouched. A sheen of sweat coated both of them now, their smells swirling and mixing as their hot bodies rubbed on one another.
"I control your body, boy. It will do what I say, not what you think it can- got i-?"
"Take it, sir," said Ash desperately, now moaning frantically, "Take me and my body wherever you want. Anything to keep feeling this sir, please, anything. I've never felt something so powerful as when I hold your dick Sir. I want to serve it. And I already am, writhing, moaning for you just at the sound of your voice. Please sir, take me wherever you want!"
"I will boy," said Bruno, now panting heavily, bucking in time with Ash now, the same savage heat overtaking him as Ash. The bed shook from his massive figure shaking on top of it, swaying Ash side to side. "I could make you cum, just on my word alone. Isn't that right boy?"
Ash sat in stunned silence, lost in pleasure at the words. He didn't feel ready to cum just yet- but then felt a stirring in his groin. The feeling built and doubled in on itself. Heat raced through him. "Yes," he said moaning, heat building like a balloon about to burst in him.
"Then let it out boy. Let the sound of my voice draw all the seed from your balls. I know you weren't ready," his eyes gleaming with masculine power as he knew Ash hung onto every word he said, fueled by his own horniness, Ash's hand lovingly stroking his dick with adoration, wanting to utterly dominate his mind and body, "But now you are, because I ordered it. That's how this works," he said into Ash's ear, hot breath racing down him.
"I-I- AHHHHHH" said Ash with a yell as his entire body buckled, snapping back and forth. He hadn't felt ready to bust yet, but now cum shot out of him in an eruption, splashing around the room and onto bed. At the same time Bruno roared and Ash felt him twitch. He snapped back, sending tremors through the bed, lifting Ash into their for aa moment before he crashed down onto the covers. Hot, gooey liquid slowly seeped down his hands.
Bruno let out a relaxed "Ahhhh". They laid on the bed, quiet except for panting, for some time until one of them spoke.
"See what I mean about pushing limits, boy?" he asked.
Ash quietly cuddled up to him, hugging his massive arm tightly.
"Yes sir, thank you sir," said Ash in awe, readjusting to normal functioning as the effects of the orgasm faded. The confident edge returned to his voice again. "I don't know how you did that…but I want to keep doing this…forever…".
Bruno felt that surge of warmth again, pulling Ash in closer to him. He twirled a piece of Ash's dark hair. Ash blushed.
"You sound stronger again," Bruno remarked.
"I feel stronger, sir," said Ash, nuzzling into him closer, eyes closing in pleasure as he caught a strong whiff of Bruno's pits and inhaled deeply before continuing, "because you're training me now. And I've accepted that. I feel…in harmony. Like I don't have to …fight what I want anymore. Because I must serve you…but now, I want to serve you after what you've done.
"This was just the beginning, like I said boy," staring down at him admiringly, pulling him up onto his chest, "Now let's get some rest."
"And as for you he said turning to Brock, "You just lay there and think about what you did. and every time you inhale the stench of my sweaty dick, think more and more about how you want to drain the cum from my balls, whore."
He looked down at Ash. They kissed deeply again, Bruno's strong arms wrapping tightly around him, Ash squeezing and pulling himself in closer. He fell asleep on Bruno's huge chest, using a pec as a pillow.