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The AC had broken in Samuel’s apartment, just as summer weather was really starting to heat up. He was sweltering, trying to do anything he could to stay cool until someone he called had an opening.That’s when he remembered that ad that had popped up when he was searching social media. Normally that would have annoyed him, but the hunky spokesperson seemed worth watching, and Sam figured he’d give the guy a shot. Thankfully, he could come right over.
Samuel invited the worker in and took him to a vent that he swore wasn’t working. “It’s right here. See, no air coming out.”
“I’ll definitely take a look. If you want to strip down and get more comfy while I work, I don’t mind. I want you to be comfortable.” Sam normally would have been a bit more reserved, but if this guy wanted him to be comfortable, he should get comfortable. He watched as the repairman double-checked the settings, finding himself becoming inexplicably hard as he did.
That’s it, jock. It feels so good to submit to My voice and stretch. It feels so good to stretch as you start to become more and more submissive. The more you submit, the more you love stretching to become flexible for your new muscle Sir. The more you stretch, the more you submit to your muscle Sir.You did not even realize how much you were being molded into his perfect boy when you started coming to his gym, but you feel so lucky he chose to condition you. You can’t imagine anything you would rather do with your life than be his good boy. Good boys stretch for their muscle Sir. You are a good boy. You stretch to become more flexible for your muscle Sir.
Go ahead and think of Him now. Feel your lust for him and his big muscles growing and growing. You love getting to worship someone bigger than yourself, and you love submitting to a man that can dominate you. You submit more to him and to the pleasure of submission with every twist of your nipple.You submit more to him and to the pleasure of submission with every stroke of your cock. You love building that lean muscle for him – muscle that is strong yet flexible. Muscle that can stand being used in multiple positions for long hours at a time. And when you cum, you’ll transform completely into his submissive, ready for your muscle Sir.
This story was previously available only for Patrons but is now available to all as part of Flashback Fridays.
Gavin was a Dominant man who knew what he wanted when he saw it. So when he travelled to stay at a villa, he knew he had to have Vincent as soon as he had spotted his fellow hairy-chested guest. Another lone traveler, Vincent had also just needed to get away after such a year. Though the locals had recommended jeans or pants when walking through the gardens, it was far too nice of a spring day to not enjoy some sun on his body. It was as he stopped to soak it up in a pergola-like structure that he caught Gavin’s eye – and soon he was looking intensely in Gavin’s eyes. Something about the way the Dominant man stared at him, made it impossible to resist. Even as this man’s body shifted as he grabbed hold of the knocker on the door behind him, his penetrating gaze continued to weaken Vince’s will.
Vincent found himself growing strangely weak in the knees and yet intensely aroused at the same time. He couldn’t help but lower in submission as he began to feel his growing bulge, and he couldn’t help but wish the seductive man’s hand was wrapping around that bulge. There was no choice but to give in. As the Dominant man walked towards him, Vincent felt transfixed the whole time. By the time Gavin confidently sat down, Vincent knew he had to give himself to this man. Mesmerized into a sexual submissive, Vince began to undo his jeans and turned around as if to say, “This is ass is yours for the taking, SIR.” His mind had already been penetrated by the hunk’s gaze and now his ass needed penetrated by the hunk’s dick. But first, Gavin was going to take his conquest in for a deeply passionate kiss.