Thanks, man. This is definitely going to happen. Not the ending of Matteo’s story as a submissive yet.
His Ex Is An Alpha Male
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Thanks, man. This is definitely going to happen. Not the ending of Matteo’s story as a submissive yet.
PART 27
I left Pedro’s house two hours later, with the promise I would come back. I just felt the need to tell Rafael what had happened. Matteo, on the other hand, begged Pedro to come back. “Just say when and I will be here, Pedro. I am staying a few days in Madrid”. Pedro had ripped his shorts, so he was wearing borrowed shorts from the Argentinean hunk. “I need to give your shorts back to you. Please, don’t forget”.
I drove Matteo to the hotel where he was staying. He said his hole was still aching. “It’s like Pedro is here somehow”, he said, smiling. Before leaving the car, he gave me a long loving kiss. “I already love you. Thank you for being with me. Call me before I go back to Barcelona, I wanna see you again”.
I went back home. It was late. Rafael was shirtless, sweaty and ripped after an ab training. “I was waiting for you. How was the dinner with your aunt?”.
“Boring”, I said.
Ander and Enrique were already sleeping. Rafael nicknamed their bedroom “Rafael’s subs room”. Rafael took me to the room where usually we slept.
“The only reason I am still awaken is because I wanna tell you this: I promised you that we would fuck many men together… That never happened, until now. Do you remember Santi, the Colombian guy Enrique picked to fuck him in his birthday?”.
“Of course I do”, I replied.
“Well, he is been sending me lots of DM in Instagram. He wants me to go there tomorrow. And I said I would only go if I could bring you. He loved the idea”.
“Does he know he is going to bottom?”
“Yeah, that is why he is been texting me. He says he is top versatile, rarely bottoms. But wants to. Are you up to it?”.
I wanted to talk to him about Pedro, Rodrigo and Matteo, but I simply could not. He turned me around and we both slept, bare naked, his long soft cock against my butt.
Next morning, Rafael told Enrique and Ander that he would spend the day with me. We had lunch and went together to the gym where I worked, training together.
Santi, the Colombian, lived in the Lavapiés neighborhood. We arrived there at the time we had scheduled to meet. His house was amazing, full of his own paintings. He had been working as a barman, but was a painter, specialized in the male form. He had a body so well sculpted that he himself could be the object of his own art.
He commented on our bodies, saying he would like to work with us. “Look at your pecs”, he said, touching Rafael’s chest over his shirt.
Very creative with ingredients, he prepared us incredible drinks. He talked about his life in Colombia, his art and how he liked to depict the male body. “Especially huge muscular guys like you two”. He said there was a huge variety of men who posed for him, but he never had seen someone as big as Rafael.
“When did you realize you are well above average?”, Santi asked.
“That is a long story”, answered Rafael.
“Well, I would like to hear it”, Santi insisted.
“Ok”, replied Rafael. “I have a brother who is 5 years older. He played indoor soccer professionally for a club in Rio de Janeiro. When I was 15 and he was 20, I accompanied him to a match in another Brazilian state. I was in the locker room taking a shower when my bro and the other 4 team players arrived. It was one of those locker rooms with a large open showers area, so we were all seeing each other naked. At 15, I was already much bigger than all of them. The captain of the team, a 20-year-old stud called Marcos nicknamed me ‘Big Brother’ and my brother ‘Little Brother’. My older brother became jealous of me.
The captain, Marcos, who was my brother’s best friend, became fond of me. When I turned 18, he said he had a surprise for me. He picked me up at my house and took me to a nice hotel room in Rio. He had his lower body well developed due to all those years practicing soccer. I realized what he had in mind and I hesitated… but his butt was incredible, a body hotter than any of the girls I had been with before. He said that although he considered himself straight, he had never seen a cock like mine before. He asked us to compare our sizes.
When I pulled my cock out of my pants, he became hypnotized. It was actually the first time I saw the hunger and desperation of someone who enjoyed sucking big cocks. Besides, as normally penis grows the most rapid between the ages of 12 and 16, my dick was even bigger than when he had seen it.
I ended up fucking him five times that night, him wearing the soccer shirt with his name on the back all the time”.
“So… that is the origin of the sports fetish…” I commented. I had never listened to that story before.
“And what happened with Marcos?”, asked Santiago, interested in the events. Hearing all that, we were already with hard-ons.
“He became my best friend, which infuriated my brother. He was such a stud and he took me under his wings. We went out together to parties; he was relatively successful as a soccer player. He introduced me to the hottest Brazilian girls. But at least once a week he begged me to fuck him hard. He also decided to train me to build muscles. He thought that, in his words, since I was blessed by nature with a horse dick, that I should be big everywhere”.
“Thanks Marcos for these arms”, said Santi, jokingly. “And these abs. And… all that”.
“Anyway… my brother caught us once, Marcos riding me at a beach. We thought we were alone. He took a pic and threatened Marcos violently. Marcos was pissed off. He immobilized my brother and then took pics of me next to him, we both naked. The comparison was extremely unfavorable for my brother. He had such a tiny dick, a 3 inches cock hard. Even I felt embarrassed by it. Marcos threatened him back. My brother never spoke with him again. Eventually Marcos married a woman from France. He says he is straight and maintains I am the only man he had been with”.
“Hot story”, said Santi.
Rafael’s monster was so hard that it was almost ripping his own shorts. You could see the visible cock line, the direct looks Santi was making at it, our mouths salivating. In my mind, I thanked and cursed Marcos for transforming Rafael into this alpha god, the ultimate destroyer of holes.
“These guys are so lucky to have you”, said Santi. The well-endowed Colombian caressed his own hard cock while saying this, indicating he was ready.
“How about you, Santi? When did your fame of having a BBC spread?”
“Ah, I knew it since I was living in Cali. I moved to Madrid when I was 18, working as a barman in nightclubs. I always thought that I had a big cock, but not how rare that was. Then I hooked up with famous gay porn actors here in Spain. In their websites, it’s written they have like 9 or 10 inches or something, but it’s all bullshit. They tend to over exaggerate. Last year, one of them invited me to record a scene under a fake name; they would market me as a 9-inches muscle top from Colombia. If you were to earn money from porn, they probably would say you are an 11-inches or something ha ha ha”.
Santi then turned to me. “How about you, stud? When did you realize you had such a big fuckable… ass?”
Surprised, I became speechless. Rafael answered first. “Well, blame it on me. The best ass I’ve ever fucked”.
With his muscled chest and thick arms bulging, Santi stood up, turned around and put his shorts down to his knees. He was a black stallion, with firm globes, waiting to be fucked. “Well, you haven’t fucked me… yet. I almost never bottom, except when I recognize a man who deserves it. Fuck me with your big dick, Rafael”.
The Brazilian muscle god stood up and showed us his impressive set of cock and balls. Santi smiled, happily. “Impressed by my 11-inches porn star cock?”, joked Rafael. “We are both going to claim your ass tonight”, he said, looking at me. “Let’s hope your ass can take two cocks, Santi”.
That was the moment I realized that, just as it had happened with captain Marcos years before, my encounter with Rafael had given my life a new meaning. I was in love with him and with his big dick.
I left Pedro’s house two hours later, with the promise I would come back. I just felt the need to tell Rafael what had happened. Matteo, on the other hand, begged Pedro to come back. “Just say when and I will be here, Pedro. I am staying a few days in Madrid”. Pedro had ripped his shorts, so he was wearing borrowed shorts from the Argentinean hunk. “I need to give your shorts back to you. Please, don’t forget”.
I drove Matteo to the hotel where he was staying. He said his hole was still aching. “It’s like Pedro is here somehow”, he said, smiling. Before leaving the car, he gave me a long loving kiss. “I already love you. Thank you for being with me. Call me before I go back to Barcelona, I wanna see you again”.
I went back home. It was late. Rafael was shirtless, sweaty and ripped after an ab training. “I was waiting for you. How was the dinner with your aunt?”.
“Boring”, I said.
Ander and Enrique were already sleeping. Rafael nicknamed their bedroom “Rafael’s subs room”. Rafael took me to the room where usually we slept.
“The only reason I am still awaken is because I wanna tell you this: I promised you that we would fuck many men together… That never happened, until now. Do you remember Santi, the Colombian guy Enrique picked to fuck him in his birthday?”.
“Of course I do”, I replied.
“Well, he is been sending me lots of DM in Instagram. He wants me to go there tomorrow. And I said I would only go if I could bring you. He loved the idea”.
“Does he know he is going to bottom?”
“Yeah, that is why he is been texting me. He says he is top versatile, rarely bottoms. But wants to. Are you up to it?”.
I wanted to talk to him about Pedro, Rodrigo and Matteo, but I simply could not. He turned me around and we both slept, bare naked, his long soft cock against my butt.
Next morning, Rafael told Enrique and Ander that he would spend the day with me. We had lunch and went together to the gym where I worked, training together.
Santi, the Colombian, lived in the Lavapiés neighborhood. We arrived there at the time we had scheduled to meet. His house was amazing, full of his own paintings. He had been working as a barman, but was a painter, specialized in the male form. He had a body so well sculpted that he himself could be the object of his own art.
He commented on our bodies, saying he would like to work with us. “Look at your pecs”, he said, touching Rafael’s chest over his shirt.
Very creative with ingredients, he prepared us incredible drinks. He talked about his life in Colombia, his art and how he liked to depict the male body. “Especially huge muscular guys like you two”. He said there was a huge variety of men who posed for him, but he never had seen someone as big as Rafael.
“When did you realize you are well above average?”, Santi asked.
“That is a long story”, answered Rafael.
“Well, I would like to hear it”, Santi insisted.
“Ok”, replied Rafael. “I have a brother who is 5 years older. He played indoor soccer professionally for a club in Rio de Janeiro. When I was 15 and he was 20, I accompanied him to a match in another Brazilian state. I was in the locker room taking a shower when my bro and the other 4 team players arrived. It was one of those locker rooms with a large open showers area, so we were all seeing each other naked. At 15, I was already much bigger than all of them. The captain of the team, a 20-year-old stud called Marcos nicknamed me ‘Big Brother’ and my brother ‘Little Brother’. My older brother became jealous of me.
The captain, Marcos, who was my brother’s best friend, became fond of me. When I turned 18, he said he had a surprise for me. He picked me up at my house and took me to a nice hotel room in Rio. He had his lower body well developed due to all those years practicing soccer. I realized what he had in mind and I hesitated… but his butt was incredible, a body hotter than any of the girls I had been with before. He said that although he considered himself straight, he had never seen a cock like mine before. He asked us to compare our sizes.
When I pulled my cock out of my pants, he became hypnotized. It was actually the first time I saw the hunger and desperation of someone who enjoyed sucking big cocks. Besides, as normally penis grows the most rapid between the ages of 12 and 16, my dick was even bigger than when he had seen it.
I ended up fucking him five times that night, him wearing the soccer shirt with his name on the back all the time”.
“So… that is the origin of the sports fetish…” I commented. I had never listened to that story before.
“And what happened with Marcos?”, asked Santiago, interested in the events. Hearing all that, we were already with hard-ons.
“He became my best friend, which infuriated my brother. He was such a stud and he took me under his wings. We went out together to parties; he was relatively successful as a soccer player. He introduced me to the hottest Brazilian girls. But at least once a week he begged me to fuck him hard. He also decided to train me to build muscles. He thought that, in his words, since I was blessed by nature with a horse dick, that I should be big everywhere”.
“Thanks Marcos for these arms”, said Santi, jokingly. “And these abs. And… all that”.
“Anyway… my brother caught us once, Marcos riding me at a beach. We thought we were alone. He took a pic and threatened Marcos violently. Marcos was pissed off. He immobilized my brother and then took pics of me next to him, we both naked. The comparison was extremely unfavorable for my brother. He had such a tiny dick, a 3 inches cock hard. Even I felt embarrassed by it. Marcos threatened him back. My brother never spoke with him again. Eventually Marcos married a woman from France. He says he is straight and maintains I am the only man he had been with”.
“Hot story”, said Santi.
Rafael’s monster was so hard that it was almost ripping his own shorts. You could see the visible cock line, the direct looks Santi was making at it, our mouths salivating. In my mind, I thanked and cursed Marcos for transforming Rafael into this alpha god, the ultimate destroyer of holes.
“These guys are so lucky to have you”, said Santi. The well-endowed Colombian caressed his own hard cock while saying this, indicating he was ready.
“How about you, Santi? When did your fame of having a BBC spread?”
“Ah, I knew it since I was living in Cali. I moved to Madrid when I was 18, working as a barman in nightclubs. I always thought that I had a big cock, but not how rare that was. Then I hooked up with famous gay porn actors here in Spain. In their websites, it’s written they have like 9 or 10 inches or something, but it’s all bullshit. They tend to over exaggerate. Last year, one of them invited me to record a scene under a fake name; they would market me as a 9-inches muscle top from Colombia. If you were to earn money from porn, they probably would say you are an 11-inches or something ha ha ha”.
Santi then turned to me. “How about you, stud? When did you realize you had such a big fuckable… ass?”
Surprised, I became speechless. Rafael answered first. “Well, blame it on me. The best ass I’ve ever fucked”.
With his muscled chest and thick arms bulging, Santi stood up, turned around and put his shorts down to his knees. He was a black stallion, with firm globes, waiting to be fucked. “Well, you haven’t fucked me… yet. I almost never bottom, except when I recognize a man who deserves it. Fuck me with your big dick, Rafael”.
The Brazilian muscle god stood up and showed us his impressive set of cock and balls. Santi smiled, happily. “Impressed by my 11-inches porn star cock?”, joked Rafael. “We are both going to claim your ass tonight”, he said, looking at me. “Let’s hope your ass can take two cocks, Santi”.
That was the moment I realized that, just as it had happened with captain Marcos years before, my encounter with Rafael had given my life a new meaning. I was in love with him and with his big dick.
Wating for the new chapter... and I need more of Matteo. I want him to be a slutty cumdump whore, get double fucked and spit-roasted...
FINAL CHAPTER 1/3
“The Ultimate Act of Dominance”
That night Rafael and I fucked Santi together for a long time. I felt like a power top again, being so in charge of Santi’s juicy ass. Ultimately, as expected, Rafael also pounded me, to demonstrate to Santi the dominance he had over me. I did not mind at all. In fact, I liked it.
We spent the night at Santi’s house and, during the morning, before Rafael left us to go to the business school, we three fucked again. I had taken the day off, so I decided to sleep a little bit more. Truth is Santi and I were getting along really well, like old buddies. It had been years since I met someone I liked so instantly.
In the breakfast, I told him every detail of what happened since I met Rafael and Pedro. He listened to all of it, in a mix of excitement and horniness. Santi hardly could believe there was another man as big as Rafael. He loved the story of how both Matteo and I succumbed to their power. He felt however there were some pieces missing.
There was a painting in his head, wishing to come to life, which he called “The Ultimate Act of Dominance”. He wished to paint the ultimate alpha top male upfront, heavy balls and large manhood, and then the ultimate power bottom on all fours, offering him his ass, entranced by his alpha, thus depicting the masculine form at its peak.
“I was inspired by this encounter of Rafael’s cock with your ass. But now I am curious about Pedro and Matteo. Do you think we could reenact this clash here at my studio during this weekend? This whole story is hot, man. But we need an answer. Pedro and Rafael can’t be a match in everything. Let’s see who really is the Alpha in this group. Moreover, I would like to try to absorb this feeling Matteo has into my art. I want to capture this desperation for a big cock. It seems genuine, pathetic and exciting at the same time. Bring them all here; let’s say we are having a reunion and then surprise everyone with our plans”.
My first invitation was to Matteo. After hearing Pedro’s involvement, he accepted immediately. “Thank you for giving me that”. He was looking more and more like Pedro’s bitch. Months ago, this would be unthinkable. “That is what big dick energy means”, I assumed.
Then I texted Pedro and Rodrigo. Pedro was ready for it, with one condition. That I would spend three days with him and Rodrigo in Mallorca during the next holiday. I hesitated, I didn’t know how it would be possible, but as he was almost refusing Santi’s invitation, I said yes. “Then I will be there this weekend. Give me the address. Oh and remember: wear a jockstrap, and tell Matteo I am bring something he will have to wear”.
I arrived home at 8 pm. I found Rafael at the bathtub; Ander and Enrique were soaping him. With his big open chest outside the water, and his big arms and hands resting, he was like a king being serviced. They were becoming more and more submissive. In fact, Rafael had put collars in them both in different occasions. Ander had the R2 one and Enrique the R3. I wondered if he was saving the R1 for me, but he guaranteed that Marcos, his brother’s best friend, had this one (“just R”, he said). They were making efforts to please Rafael in every way, especially to satisfy his sports fetish. “Santi is nice. Let’s go, why not?”.
On the planned day, I picked up Matteo at his hotel. He was even more handsome and masculine, like a gym rat who knew exactly what do dress to bring out his muscles. His beard was well trimmed and he was wearing jeans and a light blue tank top that highlighted his pecs and the hair on his chest.
As we were driving to Santi’s house, he commented that he was happy that there was going to be other men at the party and that he expected to see some action after. He updated me about his free days in Madrid and what he had done after his encounter with Pedro.
“Everything is good again. I already fucked three men and a woman here during my stay. I met an English man in a bar, I texted a couple I had met in Barcelona, and then I contacted an Argentinean guy though Grindr. He was not blonde but had the same accent Pedro had. Good old days are back ha ha. If you want to label me, you can say I am a top. That’s what I like. I decided I would not bottom for anyone else. Pedro is the exception. So you have this in your account, the only guy besides Pedro who can claim this feat”.
We were the firsts to arrive at Santi’s place. He and Matteo introduced themselves to each other, clearly impressed with each other’s bodies. Santi was wearing just black running shorts, shirtless.
He had thought about everything: dimmed lights, ambient music, nice drinks, great disposal of sofas and chairs. He handpicked some of his best erotic artworks to display. A black and white photo of a man in his late 30s, on his back, lowering his own speedo, amazed Matteo and me. “Perfect ass”, I said. “Yours are better”, said Matteo. We both stared at each other and kissed. It started gentle but rapidly changed to an aggressive kiss. “Let’s share Enrique’s ass, how about that?” he whispered to my ear, much to my surprise.
10 minutes later the doorbell rang. It was Pedro and Rodrigo, both looking exceptionally muscular, like coming directly from a fitness photoshoot. “Welcome, guys, make yourself at home”.
Pedro was wearing a white t-shirt that fitted perfectly all the contours of his muscles. His chest alone seemed that would rip the entire cloth. It was almost impossible not to look at his giant pecs under the collar of the white t-shirt. Almost. Because there he was, wearing exactly the same jeans from the night we met. The jeans that indicated the shape of his massive thick tool, indicating its thickness and its extra-large head. It was mouthwatering, a bulge designed to impress.
The other stud, Rodrigo, on the other hand, wore a basic T-shirt and small running shorts, which highlighted his best attribute: his strong and thick thighs. He also brought a box, probably containing whatever Pedro brought to Matteo.
Santi greeted them both. You could see the immediate transformation in Matteo’s eyes. How the presence of Pedro affected him deeply. “Hey Sir”, he said, acquiescent, offering a handshake.
Santi presented his home to everyone. The last to arrive at the party, Rafael, Enrique and Ander, only did so after we had already started drinking and getting along. Rafael was a little bit sweaty. He saw that the host was already shirtless and took the opportunity to take his own shirt off, revealing his sculpted washboard abs. He gave his t-shirt to Ander and remained dressed in white shorts with a so revealing bulge that if we did not know how much he packed we would thought he was having an erection.
Pedro came to his direction and they hugged each other, like comrades who spent a long time without seeing each other. “My brother”, said Rafael. “I missed you, man. I see you are in good company”, winking at Rodrigo.
Santi and I were observing everything. How hypnotized Ander and Enrique were towards Rafael. They competed to sit on his lap and were always complimenting his attributes. How Matteo could not take his eyes of Pedro’s bulge and of Rodrigo’s ass.
I did not know how Santi intended to start some kind of action, but as it happened, it was not necessary. When Rodrigo stood up to grab another drink, Matteo followed him. He positioned himself behind Rodrigo, rubbing his cock on Rodrigo’s well-developed backside. “I know you miss me. Convince Pedro to let me fuck you one last time”. Rodrigo moaned.
Infuriated, Pedro, who observed everything, moved towards them both. “Hey, faggot, what are you doing?”. “Sorry, Pedro, I can’t control myself. His ass and your cock. I need them. Let’s fuck like animals”.
Pedro grabbed him by his neck. His arm was so pumped that you could see the veins running through his giant biceps.
“You piss me off, slut”, Pedro said with his deep manly voice. “I will settle this once and for all. Rodrigo, lower your short”. Pressing his pouty lips and slowly lowering his shorts, Rodrigo showed his amazing muscular bubble butt, as the man in the photo Matteo and I were admiring together minutes before. “Good”.
Then Pedro released Matteo’s neck and gave one step back. “Do you want to see my big fucking cock again, right?”. “Yes, Sir”. Looking down, Pedro unzipped his jeans, releasing his own gargantuan cock. Part of his huge amount of meat was hanging there, still soft, looking delicious.
Santi, who had not seen it before couldn't contain himself. "FUCK, it is bigger than I thought!".
“You can fuck Rodrigo, but if you choose that, you will never see or touch my cock again. Or you can choose to suck my cock and be fucked by me one more time. I will sit there. I let you suck me while everyone in this room fucks you. Everyone. You will be gangbanged. And then I will fuck you harder than I’ve fucked anyone before”.
Looking anxious at Pedro’s cock and at Rodrigo’s butt, Matteo hesitated in giving an answer. He knew it would be definitive this time. Pedro unbuttoned his jeans and lowered it. His cock was starting to stiffen. The shape, the girth, the curve, so perfect and visually appealing, even if it was exceptionally huge. Matteo was speechless. By instinct, he touched Pedro’s meat with his fingers, caressing it. “Fuck, what have you done to me Pedro? I am obsessed by this”. He had already chosen.
“Good choice, cocksucker”, said Pedro, slapping his face. “Rodrigo, bring Matteo his gift”. Rodrigo opened the box they had brought. There was a small tank top, designed exclusively for Matteo. In it was written “Bottom who bottoms for bottoms”.
Santi was smiling. All the inspiration for his masterpiece “The Ultimate Act of Dominance” was coming to life.
“The Ultimate Act of Dominance”
That night Rafael and I fucked Santi together for a long time. I felt like a power top again, being so in charge of Santi’s juicy ass. Ultimately, as expected, Rafael also pounded me, to demonstrate to Santi the dominance he had over me. I did not mind at all. In fact, I liked it.
We spent the night at Santi’s house and, during the morning, before Rafael left us to go to the business school, we three fucked again. I had taken the day off, so I decided to sleep a little bit more. Truth is Santi and I were getting along really well, like old buddies. It had been years since I met someone I liked so instantly.
In the breakfast, I told him every detail of what happened since I met Rafael and Pedro. He listened to all of it, in a mix of excitement and horniness. Santi hardly could believe there was another man as big as Rafael. He loved the story of how both Matteo and I succumbed to their power. He felt however there were some pieces missing.
There was a painting in his head, wishing to come to life, which he called “The Ultimate Act of Dominance”. He wished to paint the ultimate alpha top male upfront, heavy balls and large manhood, and then the ultimate power bottom on all fours, offering him his ass, entranced by his alpha, thus depicting the masculine form at its peak.
“I was inspired by this encounter of Rafael’s cock with your ass. But now I am curious about Pedro and Matteo. Do you think we could reenact this clash here at my studio during this weekend? This whole story is hot, man. But we need an answer. Pedro and Rafael can’t be a match in everything. Let’s see who really is the Alpha in this group. Moreover, I would like to try to absorb this feeling Matteo has into my art. I want to capture this desperation for a big cock. It seems genuine, pathetic and exciting at the same time. Bring them all here; let’s say we are having a reunion and then surprise everyone with our plans”.
My first invitation was to Matteo. After hearing Pedro’s involvement, he accepted immediately. “Thank you for giving me that”. He was looking more and more like Pedro’s bitch. Months ago, this would be unthinkable. “That is what big dick energy means”, I assumed.
Then I texted Pedro and Rodrigo. Pedro was ready for it, with one condition. That I would spend three days with him and Rodrigo in Mallorca during the next holiday. I hesitated, I didn’t know how it would be possible, but as he was almost refusing Santi’s invitation, I said yes. “Then I will be there this weekend. Give me the address. Oh and remember: wear a jockstrap, and tell Matteo I am bring something he will have to wear”.
I arrived home at 8 pm. I found Rafael at the bathtub; Ander and Enrique were soaping him. With his big open chest outside the water, and his big arms and hands resting, he was like a king being serviced. They were becoming more and more submissive. In fact, Rafael had put collars in them both in different occasions. Ander had the R2 one and Enrique the R3. I wondered if he was saving the R1 for me, but he guaranteed that Marcos, his brother’s best friend, had this one (“just R”, he said). They were making efforts to please Rafael in every way, especially to satisfy his sports fetish. “Santi is nice. Let’s go, why not?”.
On the planned day, I picked up Matteo at his hotel. He was even more handsome and masculine, like a gym rat who knew exactly what do dress to bring out his muscles. His beard was well trimmed and he was wearing jeans and a light blue tank top that highlighted his pecs and the hair on his chest.
As we were driving to Santi’s house, he commented that he was happy that there was going to be other men at the party and that he expected to see some action after. He updated me about his free days in Madrid and what he had done after his encounter with Pedro.
“Everything is good again. I already fucked three men and a woman here during my stay. I met an English man in a bar, I texted a couple I had met in Barcelona, and then I contacted an Argentinean guy though Grindr. He was not blonde but had the same accent Pedro had. Good old days are back ha ha. If you want to label me, you can say I am a top. That’s what I like. I decided I would not bottom for anyone else. Pedro is the exception. So you have this in your account, the only guy besides Pedro who can claim this feat”.
We were the firsts to arrive at Santi’s place. He and Matteo introduced themselves to each other, clearly impressed with each other’s bodies. Santi was wearing just black running shorts, shirtless.
He had thought about everything: dimmed lights, ambient music, nice drinks, great disposal of sofas and chairs. He handpicked some of his best erotic artworks to display. A black and white photo of a man in his late 30s, on his back, lowering his own speedo, amazed Matteo and me. “Perfect ass”, I said. “Yours are better”, said Matteo. We both stared at each other and kissed. It started gentle but rapidly changed to an aggressive kiss. “Let’s share Enrique’s ass, how about that?” he whispered to my ear, much to my surprise.
10 minutes later the doorbell rang. It was Pedro and Rodrigo, both looking exceptionally muscular, like coming directly from a fitness photoshoot. “Welcome, guys, make yourself at home”.
Pedro was wearing a white t-shirt that fitted perfectly all the contours of his muscles. His chest alone seemed that would rip the entire cloth. It was almost impossible not to look at his giant pecs under the collar of the white t-shirt. Almost. Because there he was, wearing exactly the same jeans from the night we met. The jeans that indicated the shape of his massive thick tool, indicating its thickness and its extra-large head. It was mouthwatering, a bulge designed to impress.
The other stud, Rodrigo, on the other hand, wore a basic T-shirt and small running shorts, which highlighted his best attribute: his strong and thick thighs. He also brought a box, probably containing whatever Pedro brought to Matteo.
Santi greeted them both. You could see the immediate transformation in Matteo’s eyes. How the presence of Pedro affected him deeply. “Hey Sir”, he said, acquiescent, offering a handshake.
Santi presented his home to everyone. The last to arrive at the party, Rafael, Enrique and Ander, only did so after we had already started drinking and getting along. Rafael was a little bit sweaty. He saw that the host was already shirtless and took the opportunity to take his own shirt off, revealing his sculpted washboard abs. He gave his t-shirt to Ander and remained dressed in white shorts with a so revealing bulge that if we did not know how much he packed we would thought he was having an erection.
Pedro came to his direction and they hugged each other, like comrades who spent a long time without seeing each other. “My brother”, said Rafael. “I missed you, man. I see you are in good company”, winking at Rodrigo.
Santi and I were observing everything. How hypnotized Ander and Enrique were towards Rafael. They competed to sit on his lap and were always complimenting his attributes. How Matteo could not take his eyes of Pedro’s bulge and of Rodrigo’s ass.
I did not know how Santi intended to start some kind of action, but as it happened, it was not necessary. When Rodrigo stood up to grab another drink, Matteo followed him. He positioned himself behind Rodrigo, rubbing his cock on Rodrigo’s well-developed backside. “I know you miss me. Convince Pedro to let me fuck you one last time”. Rodrigo moaned.
Infuriated, Pedro, who observed everything, moved towards them both. “Hey, faggot, what are you doing?”. “Sorry, Pedro, I can’t control myself. His ass and your cock. I need them. Let’s fuck like animals”.
Pedro grabbed him by his neck. His arm was so pumped that you could see the veins running through his giant biceps.
“You piss me off, slut”, Pedro said with his deep manly voice. “I will settle this once and for all. Rodrigo, lower your short”. Pressing his pouty lips and slowly lowering his shorts, Rodrigo showed his amazing muscular bubble butt, as the man in the photo Matteo and I were admiring together minutes before. “Good”.
Then Pedro released Matteo’s neck and gave one step back. “Do you want to see my big fucking cock again, right?”. “Yes, Sir”. Looking down, Pedro unzipped his jeans, releasing his own gargantuan cock. Part of his huge amount of meat was hanging there, still soft, looking delicious.
Santi, who had not seen it before couldn't contain himself. "FUCK, it is bigger than I thought!".
“You can fuck Rodrigo, but if you choose that, you will never see or touch my cock again. Or you can choose to suck my cock and be fucked by me one more time. I will sit there. I let you suck me while everyone in this room fucks you. Everyone. You will be gangbanged. And then I will fuck you harder than I’ve fucked anyone before”.
Looking anxious at Pedro’s cock and at Rodrigo’s butt, Matteo hesitated in giving an answer. He knew it would be definitive this time. Pedro unbuttoned his jeans and lowered it. His cock was starting to stiffen. The shape, the girth, the curve, so perfect and visually appealing, even if it was exceptionally huge. Matteo was speechless. By instinct, he touched Pedro’s meat with his fingers, caressing it. “Fuck, what have you done to me Pedro? I am obsessed by this”. He had already chosen.
“Good choice, cocksucker”, said Pedro, slapping his face. “Rodrigo, bring Matteo his gift”. Rodrigo opened the box they had brought. There was a small tank top, designed exclusively for Matteo. In it was written “Bottom who bottoms for bottoms”.
Santi was smiling. All the inspiration for his masterpiece “The Ultimate Act of Dominance” was coming to life.
FINAL CHAPTER 2/3
Matteo took of his T-shirt. He was such a masculine and handsome man, with his lumberjack looks. He put the T-shirt Pedro gave him. It looked a little bit small for his burly body.
Pedro asked us all to gather around them. He dominated Matteo from behind, kissed his neck and then unbuttoned the Italian man’s jeans. Matteo was wearing a black jockstrap, bought for that occasion.
Pedro grabbed Matteo by the waist and turned him to us in order to expose his tight hole. “I want you to take a look at how it is now, to remember how it was before it’s ravaged”.
Then, turning to Matteo, Pedro slapped him on the face, not to hurt, but to demonstrate assertiveness, commanding him to suck his big dick. Matteo was already a devotee of Pedro and the big Argentinean stud was a pro at taming him with his power. Pulling him by the hair, Pedro commanded him to arch his body like a bitch.
“You will be fucked by them but you won’t lose eye contact with your Master. One by one, they will fuck you, preparing your hole for me”. Pedro took off his own white t-shirt. He was more muscular than ever, with low fat everywhere, looking sculpted and massive, especially his pecs, with an amount of muscle mass to die for.
Standing, Pedro removed his jeans and exhibited his cock for the hairy Italian to worship it, and then rubbed the huge helmet of his cock all over Matteo's face. He was salivating, desirous of that monumental thing. Eager, Matteo looked at that huge white cock in front of him and begged to have it in his throat. Pedro felt it was the password to start face-fucking him for real.
Finding a new purpose in his life in servicing Pedro, Matteo had been training every day to give the best oral Pedro deserved. Inch by inch, Matteo endured the pain, almost defying logic. As Pedro thrusted his monster down Matteo's mouth, you could hear the sounds of the gag reflex, which Matteo had learnt to control, breathing through the nose.
With his jaw open almost to the point of breaking, Matteo's mouth had become just a vessel for Pedro's big cock. Having his mouth hole brutally wrecked, there were tears of pain and pleasure in his eyes. By then, Pedro was already in full dom mode, with Matteo embracing his destiny of being Pedro’s sub.
Santi was loving it. “That’s SO MUCH dick”, he shouted. We were all around the two, impressed by the show.
“I wanna be the first to fuck him”, said Rodrigo. The bodybuilder from Venezuela had a cock bigger than mine. Matteo tried to turn his face around and say something, but he did not get the chance, as Pedro gripped his hair and pressed Matteo’s mouth on his rock-hard giant cock. “Eyes on me all the time”. “Yes, Daddy”.
Genuinely absorbed by Pedro’s girth being shoved roughly down his throat once more, Matteo moaned when his former sub penetrated him, using lube and saliva. The role reversal represented the death of any hope Rodrigo would be fucked by him again. Rodrigo spanked him in the butt, angry. ““Look at you… a good little cock whore, so desperate for a big dick. You fooled me with a fake alpha attitude. You’ll never fuck me again, do you understand?”.
Rodrigo had almost zero experience as a top, but he felt it was necessary to show Matteo he simply could not see him as a Power Top anymore. Increasingly picking up the pace, Rodrigo was doggy-fucking him. Sometimes Matteo showed signs of running away from his cock, but Rodrigo reacted shoving it even harder.
Pedro pulled his cock out of Matteo’s mouth; he came up gasping. The hairy muscle stud caught a long deep breath. “You are a GOD, Pedro. You fuck like a god; you have the cock and the body of a fucking god”. Matteo was completely ecstatic by it, almost in trance.
Being a punishing top for the first time, Rodrigo saw Pedro’s disproportionately big cock, all wet from Matteo’s service. It reminded him how lucky he felt since that night in San Sebastian. He bred his own seed inside Matteo’s ass, cumming six times. When the Venezuelan bodybuilder pulled out the cock from Matteo's hole, strips of sperm began to trickle, dripping from it.
Rodrigo was only the first to take part on the cock onslaught that would happen inside Matteo's butthole. Pedro invited Santi to come over. “You’re such a beast, Pedro”. The Colombian stud and the blond god spit-roasted him. Santi had a cock bigger and thicker than Rodrigo's. By Matteo’s facial expressions, you could sense he was feeling the difference.
Matteo’s eyes rolled up. Santi pounded him for some time. He was so perplexed by Pedro’s authority and confidence, that he decided he had to taste his pole. He knelt next to Matteo and they both kissed the long shaft together. Santi cummed hands free.
Pedro invited Rafael to be the next to eat Matteo’s muscular hairy ass. Rafael took his big cock out of his white shorts. Ander and Enrique massaged the entire length of his cock with their tongues, then lubricated it. "Pound him hard, Rafa", encouraged Enrique.
Rafael jackhammered him with his gigantic porn star cock. Matteo screamed, his hole was swollen by then. This didn’t bother Rafael, who went faster and deeper.
The Italian hairy stud was being spit-roasted by the two biggest cocks he had ever seen. But even that didn’t ease his anxiety. He looked at Pedro’s eyes and begged. “Sir, I need YOUR cock in my ass. I want the cock of the Alpha of the Alphas. That is you, sir. PLEASE”.
This clearly bothered Rafael, but Matteo moved out from him, crawling to Pedro's lap.
“So this is the cock you really want, right”. Matteo assented. “Stand up”. They both standing, Pedro put his big hands over Matteo’s “Bottom who bottoms for bottoms” t-shirt and ripped it completely, revealing Matteo’s amazing and sweaty hairy chest. “I can’t fuck you if you are wearing that”. “It makes sense, Sir”.
Rafael was surprised to be left aside. Pedro’s dick was rock hard. He sat, facing all of us, with his legs spread apart. Also facing us, Matteo sat on Pedro’s lap, with his legs up. Slowly, Matteo took all of Pedro’s fat cock inside him. He screamed, “Sir, you are the manliest here. You are the apex of Alpha”. Holding Matteo’s thighs up, Pedro’s muscles were pumped to the point of being intimidating, his impressive veiny biceps providing the needed support to stabilize Matteo’s body. Matteo was so excited that his long cock escaped the tiny jockstrap he was wearing.
Grabbing Matteo's legs and moving his body up and down, Pedro deep-drilled Matteo's butthole, going balls deep, ramming all the way up and in. Sometimes Pedro kept Matteo held in the air for some seconds, for us to see the gap. Every time Pedro brought Matteo's body upwards you could see the contrast of their cocks. They both were insanely large, but Pedro's exaggerated thickness turned the comparison unfair.
Breathing heavily though the sit-down rough fuck, Matteo almost went numb. He thought he would never be fully prepared for a dick this big. He realized that his previous sex life was just some kind of training. The real meaning was exactly this moment he was living: being able to ride this gorgeous hunk with a cock thick in a way he thought it could not exist. Happy, he cummed hands-free, uncontrollably, loads and loads of thick cum messing his jockstrap and hairy body. “Thank you once more, Sir”, he said, exhausted, dismounting from Pedro’s pole. He turned around and licked Pedro’s armpit.
All of it visibly thrilled Santi. Seeing both Pedro and Rafael naked, he decided to address the elephant in the room, asking both the big question. “Wow… Do you guys consider yourselves equally the Top Alpha in this group?”
“Sure”, said Rafael. Pedro gave another kind of answer. “I am very competitive. Rafael is almost a match for me, like a second-in-command. But if you were obliged to choose only one alpha, that would be me.”
“What the fuck man”, said Rafael.
“I’m stronger than you, Rafael. More muscular. I fuck better. This is not just about big cocks”. After he came back to Madrid, Pedro, with the help of Rodrigo, had built shoulder, chest and legs slightly more muscular than Rafael’s. It was the first time I noticed that. In the night we were voting, these were the three categories in which he lost to Rafael. It seemed that he took fight for dominance more serious than I had thought.
“Why don’t we all decide this right now?”, Santi suggested.
“I don’t know, man. What’s that for?”, doubted Rafael.
“I want to prove what I am saying,” said a confident Pedro, facing Rafael.
I was looking forward to see it.
Matteo took of his T-shirt. He was such a masculine and handsome man, with his lumberjack looks. He put the T-shirt Pedro gave him. It looked a little bit small for his burly body.
Pedro asked us all to gather around them. He dominated Matteo from behind, kissed his neck and then unbuttoned the Italian man’s jeans. Matteo was wearing a black jockstrap, bought for that occasion.
Pedro grabbed Matteo by the waist and turned him to us in order to expose his tight hole. “I want you to take a look at how it is now, to remember how it was before it’s ravaged”.
Then, turning to Matteo, Pedro slapped him on the face, not to hurt, but to demonstrate assertiveness, commanding him to suck his big dick. Matteo was already a devotee of Pedro and the big Argentinean stud was a pro at taming him with his power. Pulling him by the hair, Pedro commanded him to arch his body like a bitch.
“You will be fucked by them but you won’t lose eye contact with your Master. One by one, they will fuck you, preparing your hole for me”. Pedro took off his own white t-shirt. He was more muscular than ever, with low fat everywhere, looking sculpted and massive, especially his pecs, with an amount of muscle mass to die for.
Standing, Pedro removed his jeans and exhibited his cock for the hairy Italian to worship it, and then rubbed the huge helmet of his cock all over Matteo's face. He was salivating, desirous of that monumental thing. Eager, Matteo looked at that huge white cock in front of him and begged to have it in his throat. Pedro felt it was the password to start face-fucking him for real.
Finding a new purpose in his life in servicing Pedro, Matteo had been training every day to give the best oral Pedro deserved. Inch by inch, Matteo endured the pain, almost defying logic. As Pedro thrusted his monster down Matteo's mouth, you could hear the sounds of the gag reflex, which Matteo had learnt to control, breathing through the nose.
With his jaw open almost to the point of breaking, Matteo's mouth had become just a vessel for Pedro's big cock. Having his mouth hole brutally wrecked, there were tears of pain and pleasure in his eyes. By then, Pedro was already in full dom mode, with Matteo embracing his destiny of being Pedro’s sub.
Santi was loving it. “That’s SO MUCH dick”, he shouted. We were all around the two, impressed by the show.
“I wanna be the first to fuck him”, said Rodrigo. The bodybuilder from Venezuela had a cock bigger than mine. Matteo tried to turn his face around and say something, but he did not get the chance, as Pedro gripped his hair and pressed Matteo’s mouth on his rock-hard giant cock. “Eyes on me all the time”. “Yes, Daddy”.
Genuinely absorbed by Pedro’s girth being shoved roughly down his throat once more, Matteo moaned when his former sub penetrated him, using lube and saliva. The role reversal represented the death of any hope Rodrigo would be fucked by him again. Rodrigo spanked him in the butt, angry. ““Look at you… a good little cock whore, so desperate for a big dick. You fooled me with a fake alpha attitude. You’ll never fuck me again, do you understand?”.
Rodrigo had almost zero experience as a top, but he felt it was necessary to show Matteo he simply could not see him as a Power Top anymore. Increasingly picking up the pace, Rodrigo was doggy-fucking him. Sometimes Matteo showed signs of running away from his cock, but Rodrigo reacted shoving it even harder.
Pedro pulled his cock out of Matteo’s mouth; he came up gasping. The hairy muscle stud caught a long deep breath. “You are a GOD, Pedro. You fuck like a god; you have the cock and the body of a fucking god”. Matteo was completely ecstatic by it, almost in trance.
Being a punishing top for the first time, Rodrigo saw Pedro’s disproportionately big cock, all wet from Matteo’s service. It reminded him how lucky he felt since that night in San Sebastian. He bred his own seed inside Matteo’s ass, cumming six times. When the Venezuelan bodybuilder pulled out the cock from Matteo's hole, strips of sperm began to trickle, dripping from it.
Rodrigo was only the first to take part on the cock onslaught that would happen inside Matteo's butthole. Pedro invited Santi to come over. “You’re such a beast, Pedro”. The Colombian stud and the blond god spit-roasted him. Santi had a cock bigger and thicker than Rodrigo's. By Matteo’s facial expressions, you could sense he was feeling the difference.
Matteo’s eyes rolled up. Santi pounded him for some time. He was so perplexed by Pedro’s authority and confidence, that he decided he had to taste his pole. He knelt next to Matteo and they both kissed the long shaft together. Santi cummed hands free.
Pedro invited Rafael to be the next to eat Matteo’s muscular hairy ass. Rafael took his big cock out of his white shorts. Ander and Enrique massaged the entire length of his cock with their tongues, then lubricated it. "Pound him hard, Rafa", encouraged Enrique.
Rafael jackhammered him with his gigantic porn star cock. Matteo screamed, his hole was swollen by then. This didn’t bother Rafael, who went faster and deeper.
The Italian hairy stud was being spit-roasted by the two biggest cocks he had ever seen. But even that didn’t ease his anxiety. He looked at Pedro’s eyes and begged. “Sir, I need YOUR cock in my ass. I want the cock of the Alpha of the Alphas. That is you, sir. PLEASE”.
This clearly bothered Rafael, but Matteo moved out from him, crawling to Pedro's lap.
“So this is the cock you really want, right”. Matteo assented. “Stand up”. They both standing, Pedro put his big hands over Matteo’s “Bottom who bottoms for bottoms” t-shirt and ripped it completely, revealing Matteo’s amazing and sweaty hairy chest. “I can’t fuck you if you are wearing that”. “It makes sense, Sir”.
Rafael was surprised to be left aside. Pedro’s dick was rock hard. He sat, facing all of us, with his legs spread apart. Also facing us, Matteo sat on Pedro’s lap, with his legs up. Slowly, Matteo took all of Pedro’s fat cock inside him. He screamed, “Sir, you are the manliest here. You are the apex of Alpha”. Holding Matteo’s thighs up, Pedro’s muscles were pumped to the point of being intimidating, his impressive veiny biceps providing the needed support to stabilize Matteo’s body. Matteo was so excited that his long cock escaped the tiny jockstrap he was wearing.
Grabbing Matteo's legs and moving his body up and down, Pedro deep-drilled Matteo's butthole, going balls deep, ramming all the way up and in. Sometimes Pedro kept Matteo held in the air for some seconds, for us to see the gap. Every time Pedro brought Matteo's body upwards you could see the contrast of their cocks. They both were insanely large, but Pedro's exaggerated thickness turned the comparison unfair.
Breathing heavily though the sit-down rough fuck, Matteo almost went numb. He thought he would never be fully prepared for a dick this big. He realized that his previous sex life was just some kind of training. The real meaning was exactly this moment he was living: being able to ride this gorgeous hunk with a cock thick in a way he thought it could not exist. Happy, he cummed hands-free, uncontrollably, loads and loads of thick cum messing his jockstrap and hairy body. “Thank you once more, Sir”, he said, exhausted, dismounting from Pedro’s pole. He turned around and licked Pedro’s armpit.
All of it visibly thrilled Santi. Seeing both Pedro and Rafael naked, he decided to address the elephant in the room, asking both the big question. “Wow… Do you guys consider yourselves equally the Top Alpha in this group?”
“Sure”, said Rafael. Pedro gave another kind of answer. “I am very competitive. Rafael is almost a match for me, like a second-in-command. But if you were obliged to choose only one alpha, that would be me.”
“What the fuck man”, said Rafael.
“I’m stronger than you, Rafael. More muscular. I fuck better. This is not just about big cocks”. After he came back to Madrid, Pedro, with the help of Rodrigo, had built shoulder, chest and legs slightly more muscular than Rafael’s. It was the first time I noticed that. In the night we were voting, these were the three categories in which he lost to Rafael. It seemed that he took fight for dominance more serious than I had thought.
“Why don’t we all decide this right now?”, Santi suggested.
“I don’t know, man. What’s that for?”, doubted Rafael.
“I want to prove what I am saying,” said a confident Pedro, facing Rafael.
I was looking forward to see it.
Jonas Reiss
Superior Member
So hot. Like how this sounds. Pedro and Rafael fucking each other next?
Thank you for serving this hot story.
Happy to see Matteo got gangbanged like a slut. I gotta jerk off to this later haha.
Happy to see Matteo got gangbanged like a slut. I gotta jerk off to this later haha.
Another great chapter to this hot story! Happy to see the full degredation of Matteo, his conversion from a (pretentious) cocky alpha dom top to a pathetic whore bottom desperate for cock was very satisfying!!
Can't wait for the show down. Maybe we got a hint for what is going to happen next chapter (Pedro refused to fuck Matteo while he was wearing the "bottom who bottom for bottom" shirt, but Rafael did
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Can't wait for the show down. Maybe we got a hint for what is going to happen next chapter (Pedro refused to fuck Matteo while he was wearing the "bottom who bottom for bottom" shirt, but Rafael did
)FINAL CHAPTER 3/3
Santi had instigated the curiosity of us all. That was, in fact, the question that has been around my head since the days in the Basque Country. “I am sure I speak for everyone in this room... we all wanna know, right?”.
“Pedro claims he is stronger…”, continued Santi. “I asked for every detail of what happened in San Sebastian. What do you think about a definitive arm-wrestling?”
“Sure”, said Pedro, going to the table indicated by Santi.
“Two out of three?”, suggested Rafael.
We all gathered around them to see this ultimate showdown. With their bulky biceps squeezed, the two alpha males faced each other. Santi announced the start of the dispute. We all felt horny imagining the outcome. After approximately thirty seconds, Pedro pinned down his opponent's arm. In the second round, Pedro was even more confident. It took only 15 seconds to impose a clear defeat on the Brazilian stud. Ander was in shock. Enrique was disappointed.
“I always knew it”, said Matteo. “He really needed this reality check”.
“Okay, but that just proves that Pedro was right about being stronger than him”, said Santi. “Let’s do it by vote… Our impressions. Who would you guys choose as the Top of the Tops in this group?”
Rafael seemed more relaxed about this proposition. He counted on Ander, Enrique and me, so he would get three votes at least, which would lead, in the worst scenario, to a draw.
“I will start”, said Santi. “For me it’s clear. Pedro. What do you guys think?”
Rodrigo and Matteo rushed to cast their vote on Pedro. Ander murmured Rafael’s name, but there was a feeling overall that he said it insincerely. Enrique was the next.
“I won’t lie. After what I saw it here, I can say Pedro is by far the winner. He can fuck me anytime”. Rafael took it like a punch. He looked like a defeated giant. Even his cock reacted, becoming less rigid. This didn’t help his situation at all, since Pedro remained super hard, enjoying not just the way he was manhandling his former rival but also the fact he was then the biggest in the room.
Sad and angry, Rafael looked at me, Ander and Enrique. “Enrique is leaving our home tonight. And we are leaving now, end of party, end of night”, he said decisively, putting back his shorts to cover his loss of erection.
“Wait”, said Matteo, looking at me. “You didn’t vote. I am curious”.
Everybody looked at me. I hesitated a lot, giving excuses, but Rodrigo interfered, betraying me. “You would vote for Pedro. You even lied to Rafael. You’ve been at home with Pedro and you promised to travel with him on a holiday”.
“What the fuck!”. Rafael, who was clearly down, got the strength to make an offensive against Pedro. “Buddy, don’t try that”. Dodging Rafael’s impulsive attack, Pedro quickly grabbed Rafael from behind, immobilizing his two arms before locking him in a sleeper hold.
“This will only embarrass you more and more. Calm down and I release you”. Rafael struggled, but Pedro gave no sign that he would give in.
Pedro’s cock was really hard against Rafael’s butt. The Brazilian stud started to get hard again. Pedro reached his large arms under and around Rafael’s shoulders. “It seems someone is enjoying being the submissive in wrestling. Would that happen in sex?”, he provoked. Rafael seemed exhausted. Taking pity on Rafael, Pedro released him.
It was clear that Rafael felt hate and fear towards Pedro. However, it was also clear that he had to learn to fully respect him. I intervened, grabbing Rafael by the chin. “This settlement of scores should have been between you and me. I hope you can learn one thing or two by watching how the best top in this room fucks me”.
I understood what Enrique and Matteo felt before. At that moment, Pedro embodied masculine superiority. He had the strength, the muscles, the confidence, the monster cock. He had outmanned each and every one in that room, including Rafael. I felt the urge to worship his body.
We kissed violently. For the next half hour, we ignored the presence of everyone in that room. He undressed me. I sucked him, making love to his cock, and he returned the favor by licking my butthole. He fucked me in every corner of Santi’s living room.
Finally, after a long session of anal assault, he brought me to a sofa. I bounced on that cock with so much willing as if nobody could remove me from there. I guess he felt it, as he announced he was going to cum. He laid my back on the sofa and power fucked me, his massive heavy balls slapping on my body. “I love your ass”, he said, before releasing loads and loads of thick and hot cum inside it. I cummed at the same time. He pulled out his super massive cock from me and rested it next to mine, involuntarily demonstrating the huge difference in volume.
He smiled, proud of himself, and then inclined his body to kiss me more. It was so intimate that I forgot I was in a room with other people. Enrique was the one who brought me back to reality. Shocked, he mouthed a few words at me. "Are you ... alive? Your ass was completely destroyed for 30 minutes". Pedro felt flattered. I felt honored. We looked around. Everybody had cummed, some more than once.
Santi was the one who broke the silence. “Thank you guys. This was the best sex I’ve ever seen”. By then, Pedro and I already knew that we would never replicate this chemistry with anyone else.
EPILOGUE
Pedro and I moved together to a new apartment. With the addition of Matteo, we became a trio from day 1. Matteo provided the exact balance we needed. We double penetrated and spit-roasted him, so I could be a top with someone I also cared about. I also really enjoyed seeing how cockwhore he had become and how Pedro dominated him sexually. He would do anything his Master commanded him. He knew Pedro loved me and respected our intimacy. Matteo, on the other hand, enjoyed being treated like a desperate bitch. I enjoyed seeing how desperate he became every time he saw Pedro’s big cock.
Santi and Rodrigo started to live together as friends. Rodrigo posed for him, part of a series of photos focusing on muscle men’s asses. It was his most successful exhibition yet. The Colombian artist gave Matteo his painting “The Ultimate Act of Dominance”. It depicted a well-endowed muscle man, inspired by Pedro, sitting on a chair, proudly showing his armpit and his thick cock, chaining a hairy stud, inspired by Matteo, on all fours, with an exposed wrecked hole.
Ander and Rafael isolated themselves from everyone. It was the longest period of time Ander and I did not speak with each other since we met. One day he called me and he updated me on their whereabouts. He had been training Rafael nonstop, who was obsessed with the idea of a rematch with Pedro.
One week after this, I picked up an order the post mail had left to Pedro and me. It looked like a framed picture. When I arrived at our apartment, I found Pedro on the sofa playing Xbox. He was naked, his legs widespread, his cock being licked by a tireless Matteo. It was the rule: Matteo had to suck him for as long as Pedro decided to play. I sat next to him and opened up the package. It was a photo of Rafael’s body, from behind, taken by Santi. He was already more muscular than the last time we saw him. “To Pedro: I’ve been training. Reach me soon. I want a rematch. If you win, you can claim this ass. Rafael”.
Enrique moved from the apartment and disappeared, even from social media. One day I received a message on my phone: “I miss the old days. Just us. Maybe all that was a mistake. Anyway, here is my gift for you in case Pedro wants to further humiliate Rafael”. He had managed to get Captain Marcos’s current location, in Marseille, France, working in a small soccer club team as a trainer. Enrique suggested that Pedro and I should go there to see if Marcos would resist another massive cock. I kept the message but never replied.
After one month living together, Pedro, Matteo and I travelled together to Mallorca. We spent the whole day at the beach before going back to our hotel room. Pedro kept telling us he had a special gift for Matteo. At Mallorca, he gave Matteo a chastity cage, a device specially designed for him. “Let’s get rid of distractions. Your thin dick became useless. It will be caged”. Matteo fully embraced it, imprisoning his large thin cock. It looked shrunk, nullified. “This suits you. Just your hole matters”. Pedro locked it up, becoming the keyholder. “Thank you, Sir, for this honor”. Matteo had reached the edge of degradation to please his man.
We kissed for minutes, Pedro laying on his back, naked, with a hand on my butt. His imposing big cock free, so meaty, made to breed and to impress. I was there horny, wearing a jockstrap, laying on my side, with one hand in his massive chest and the other one touching his hair. Finally, Matteo at Pedro’s big feet, smelling and massaging it. He got near Pedro’s massive nuts, mesmerized by the size of them. He felt protected. “Come here”, Matteo invited me. He was so handsome. Together, we wrapped our hands around Pedro’s thick cock, symbolizing our union. “I love you”, I said to him. We slowly kissed the huge cock, appreciating our common luck. “I love you both”, he said, with our lips sharing the enormous dick head. This relationship needed us three to work. After some minutes, when Pedro ejaculated all over our mouth, Matteo and I kissed each other even more passionately, blessed by his alpha protein. We had the cum we both earned, making love to the man who made us both realize what is an undisputable alpha male and the power he had over us.
Santi had instigated the curiosity of us all. That was, in fact, the question that has been around my head since the days in the Basque Country. “I am sure I speak for everyone in this room... we all wanna know, right?”.
“Pedro claims he is stronger…”, continued Santi. “I asked for every detail of what happened in San Sebastian. What do you think about a definitive arm-wrestling?”
“Sure”, said Pedro, going to the table indicated by Santi.
“Two out of three?”, suggested Rafael.
We all gathered around them to see this ultimate showdown. With their bulky biceps squeezed, the two alpha males faced each other. Santi announced the start of the dispute. We all felt horny imagining the outcome. After approximately thirty seconds, Pedro pinned down his opponent's arm. In the second round, Pedro was even more confident. It took only 15 seconds to impose a clear defeat on the Brazilian stud. Ander was in shock. Enrique was disappointed.
“I always knew it”, said Matteo. “He really needed this reality check”.
“Okay, but that just proves that Pedro was right about being stronger than him”, said Santi. “Let’s do it by vote… Our impressions. Who would you guys choose as the Top of the Tops in this group?”
Rafael seemed more relaxed about this proposition. He counted on Ander, Enrique and me, so he would get three votes at least, which would lead, in the worst scenario, to a draw.
“I will start”, said Santi. “For me it’s clear. Pedro. What do you guys think?”
Rodrigo and Matteo rushed to cast their vote on Pedro. Ander murmured Rafael’s name, but there was a feeling overall that he said it insincerely. Enrique was the next.
“I won’t lie. After what I saw it here, I can say Pedro is by far the winner. He can fuck me anytime”. Rafael took it like a punch. He looked like a defeated giant. Even his cock reacted, becoming less rigid. This didn’t help his situation at all, since Pedro remained super hard, enjoying not just the way he was manhandling his former rival but also the fact he was then the biggest in the room.
Sad and angry, Rafael looked at me, Ander and Enrique. “Enrique is leaving our home tonight. And we are leaving now, end of party, end of night”, he said decisively, putting back his shorts to cover his loss of erection.
“Wait”, said Matteo, looking at me. “You didn’t vote. I am curious”.
Everybody looked at me. I hesitated a lot, giving excuses, but Rodrigo interfered, betraying me. “You would vote for Pedro. You even lied to Rafael. You’ve been at home with Pedro and you promised to travel with him on a holiday”.
“What the fuck!”. Rafael, who was clearly down, got the strength to make an offensive against Pedro. “Buddy, don’t try that”. Dodging Rafael’s impulsive attack, Pedro quickly grabbed Rafael from behind, immobilizing his two arms before locking him in a sleeper hold.
“This will only embarrass you more and more. Calm down and I release you”. Rafael struggled, but Pedro gave no sign that he would give in.
Pedro’s cock was really hard against Rafael’s butt. The Brazilian stud started to get hard again. Pedro reached his large arms under and around Rafael’s shoulders. “It seems someone is enjoying being the submissive in wrestling. Would that happen in sex?”, he provoked. Rafael seemed exhausted. Taking pity on Rafael, Pedro released him.
It was clear that Rafael felt hate and fear towards Pedro. However, it was also clear that he had to learn to fully respect him. I intervened, grabbing Rafael by the chin. “This settlement of scores should have been between you and me. I hope you can learn one thing or two by watching how the best top in this room fucks me”.
I understood what Enrique and Matteo felt before. At that moment, Pedro embodied masculine superiority. He had the strength, the muscles, the confidence, the monster cock. He had outmanned each and every one in that room, including Rafael. I felt the urge to worship his body.
We kissed violently. For the next half hour, we ignored the presence of everyone in that room. He undressed me. I sucked him, making love to his cock, and he returned the favor by licking my butthole. He fucked me in every corner of Santi’s living room.
Finally, after a long session of anal assault, he brought me to a sofa. I bounced on that cock with so much willing as if nobody could remove me from there. I guess he felt it, as he announced he was going to cum. He laid my back on the sofa and power fucked me, his massive heavy balls slapping on my body. “I love your ass”, he said, before releasing loads and loads of thick and hot cum inside it. I cummed at the same time. He pulled out his super massive cock from me and rested it next to mine, involuntarily demonstrating the huge difference in volume.
He smiled, proud of himself, and then inclined his body to kiss me more. It was so intimate that I forgot I was in a room with other people. Enrique was the one who brought me back to reality. Shocked, he mouthed a few words at me. "Are you ... alive? Your ass was completely destroyed for 30 minutes". Pedro felt flattered. I felt honored. We looked around. Everybody had cummed, some more than once.
Santi was the one who broke the silence. “Thank you guys. This was the best sex I’ve ever seen”. By then, Pedro and I already knew that we would never replicate this chemistry with anyone else.
EPILOGUE
Pedro and I moved together to a new apartment. With the addition of Matteo, we became a trio from day 1. Matteo provided the exact balance we needed. We double penetrated and spit-roasted him, so I could be a top with someone I also cared about. I also really enjoyed seeing how cockwhore he had become and how Pedro dominated him sexually. He would do anything his Master commanded him. He knew Pedro loved me and respected our intimacy. Matteo, on the other hand, enjoyed being treated like a desperate bitch. I enjoyed seeing how desperate he became every time he saw Pedro’s big cock.
Santi and Rodrigo started to live together as friends. Rodrigo posed for him, part of a series of photos focusing on muscle men’s asses. It was his most successful exhibition yet. The Colombian artist gave Matteo his painting “The Ultimate Act of Dominance”. It depicted a well-endowed muscle man, inspired by Pedro, sitting on a chair, proudly showing his armpit and his thick cock, chaining a hairy stud, inspired by Matteo, on all fours, with an exposed wrecked hole.
Ander and Rafael isolated themselves from everyone. It was the longest period of time Ander and I did not speak with each other since we met. One day he called me and he updated me on their whereabouts. He had been training Rafael nonstop, who was obsessed with the idea of a rematch with Pedro.
One week after this, I picked up an order the post mail had left to Pedro and me. It looked like a framed picture. When I arrived at our apartment, I found Pedro on the sofa playing Xbox. He was naked, his legs widespread, his cock being licked by a tireless Matteo. It was the rule: Matteo had to suck him for as long as Pedro decided to play. I sat next to him and opened up the package. It was a photo of Rafael’s body, from behind, taken by Santi. He was already more muscular than the last time we saw him. “To Pedro: I’ve been training. Reach me soon. I want a rematch. If you win, you can claim this ass. Rafael”.
Enrique moved from the apartment and disappeared, even from social media. One day I received a message on my phone: “I miss the old days. Just us. Maybe all that was a mistake. Anyway, here is my gift for you in case Pedro wants to further humiliate Rafael”. He had managed to get Captain Marcos’s current location, in Marseille, France, working in a small soccer club team as a trainer. Enrique suggested that Pedro and I should go there to see if Marcos would resist another massive cock. I kept the message but never replied.
After one month living together, Pedro, Matteo and I travelled together to Mallorca. We spent the whole day at the beach before going back to our hotel room. Pedro kept telling us he had a special gift for Matteo. At Mallorca, he gave Matteo a chastity cage, a device specially designed for him. “Let’s get rid of distractions. Your thin dick became useless. It will be caged”. Matteo fully embraced it, imprisoning his large thin cock. It looked shrunk, nullified. “This suits you. Just your hole matters”. Pedro locked it up, becoming the keyholder. “Thank you, Sir, for this honor”. Matteo had reached the edge of degradation to please his man.
We kissed for minutes, Pedro laying on his back, naked, with a hand on my butt. His imposing big cock free, so meaty, made to breed and to impress. I was there horny, wearing a jockstrap, laying on my side, with one hand in his massive chest and the other one touching his hair. Finally, Matteo at Pedro’s big feet, smelling and massaging it. He got near Pedro’s massive nuts, mesmerized by the size of them. He felt protected. “Come here”, Matteo invited me. He was so handsome. Together, we wrapped our hands around Pedro’s thick cock, symbolizing our union. “I love you”, I said to him. We slowly kissed the huge cock, appreciating our common luck. “I love you both”, he said, with our lips sharing the enormous dick head. This relationship needed us three to work. After some minutes, when Pedro ejaculated all over our mouth, Matteo and I kissed each other even more passionately, blessed by his alpha protein. We had the cum we both earned, making love to the man who made us both realize what is an undisputable alpha male and the power he had over us.
Nice ending. Great to see Matteo finally become a desperate bottom whore. Overall, it was such an interesting story, thank you.
Jonas Reiss
Superior Member
Good endjng, tho I kinda wish Pedro gets to fucks Rafael for a final goodbye.
