Bewitching the Boy (Part 1)
“The fuck you lookin’ at?”
He was sat in the trunk of his car, clad in tiny shorts that rode up around his crotch. A body sculpted like a statue, chocolate gleaming in the sun. The perfect male triangle shape that so many yearned for, massive shoulders above a tiny waist, radiating strength and fertility to everyone around. His pecs were firm and bulbous, hanging over his flat stomach like ripened melons. His arms were big and powerful, covered with veins that supplied the ever-growing muscles. His legs, bare and stretched out before me, looked thick and supple like those of a sprinter. From head to toe, the boy was beautiful.
“Yo! Didn’t you hear me?”
His feet were bare, too - judging by the pair on the ground, he was changing into running shoes, determined to do his cardio on a sunny day like this. We were alone in a parking lot by the woods, just outside of town. I had seen him round here before.
“You’ve got a great rack,” I said, unaffected by his attempts at intimidating me. “I bet you drive all the boys wild with tits like those.”
Furious, the stud jumped up, fists clenched and ready to strike. It was amusing. He came up close to me, trying to get me to back off, snorting like a raging bull. His angry face hovered just an inch in front of mine.
“The fuck did you just say, faggot? Are you looking for a one-way trip to the hospital, or something?”
I couldn’t help but grin. Such a feisty young buck, so used to coming out on top. It was hard to blame him, really. With a body like his, the world was always at his feet. Men respected his physique, women swooned over his perfect looks. Dominance came natural to him. The boy was an alpha, born and bred - but today, he would learn that there were forces in this world much greater than him. Forces that could make alphas fall from grace in the blink of an eye.
I placed my hand on his neck, and stared into those angry eyes.
“Easy, boy. Easy. I’m simply admiring your body. That’s what it was made for, wasn’t it?”
He frowned, ready to lash out - but no words came from his tongue. The stud just stood there, staring at me. Angry. Confused. My hand still on his neck.
His beefy chest rose and fell, brushing against my shirt with every inhalation.
I felt his heartbeat in my palm.
Despite his fury, despite his wish to punch me, the boy did as I said. His fists unclenched, his muscles relaxed, and the angry frown on his face turned into a frown of pure confusion. I put my other hand on his shoulder, and started stroking up and down.
“D-don’t fucking touch me,” he growled. But there was no action to back up his threat. I gave his chiseled deltoid a little squeeze, and he let me. I traced the lines of his neck, his jaw, his chin, and he just stood there, immobile. His skin was warm and smooth at the touch.
With one hand on his throat, I lifted his arm up with the other. Immediately, a strong mixture of musk and sweat hit my nose. I squeezed his bicep, massaged his forearm, and bent his limb however I wanted. The hunk had no idea why he was allowing this - all he could do was stand there, staring at me, eyes gradually filling with fear the longer I touched him.
I grabbed both his arms, put them up in the way that boys would normally show off their guns, and told him to flex. With a groan of frustration, he obeyed.
I was playing him like a puppet, making him feel objectified and powerless, asserting my dominance over his body in the easiest way. Taking the thing that made him the most confident - his muscles - and using them to humiliate him instead.
“Let’s have a look at these tits of yours,” I said, taking two handfuls of his juicy pecs. “My God. You must’ve done an awful lot of chest days. It’s almost as if you wanted to become a girl, with these jugs.”
I buried my fingers in the solid muscle mass, and squeezed. Damn, these felt good. I’d had overactive benchers before, all guys obsessed with growing the biggest pecs, but these titties were unlike any I’d ever had in my hands. I squashed them, pushed them up and down, loving the groans that rose from the boy as I manhandled his muscular chest.
“You must be proud of these boobies, big boy.”
“F-fuck you,” he spat, “They’re pecs. Not boobs. And stop fucking touching me, or I’m gonna-”
“Sshh….” I shushed him, and his sentence faltered.
I stuck my hands under his arms, soaking them in his sweaty pits, and pushed him back into the trunk of his car. He wanted to scream at me, break every bone in my body and bury me in the woods - but his body was no longer his own. He just sat there, staring up at me like a scared little pup, and I pushed a sweat-drenched finger onto his plump lips.
“Open,” I ordered, when he refused to let my finger in.
The boy was fighting, I knew, desperately trying to stay in control - but it was like a beetle fighting an elephant. My voice, my touch: everything was breaking down his mind without remorse. The young alpha had no way to defend himself. Soon enough, he opened his lips, and I let him taste the salty moisture of his armpits.
“There’s a good boy,” I said, playing with his tongue. I could already tell how good those lips were going to feel around another body part of mine.
“You must be pretty confused by now, huh? Wondering why you’re feeling so weak… why you’re letting another man play with you… it must be tough to handle.”
The stud couldn’t respond, of course - but his eyes were saying enough. He was afraid, humiliated, angry and confused. Never in his life had he let another man intimidate him, let alone embarrass him; but now, he was forced to taste his own sweat on my fingers.
I grinned, let my digits slip out of his mouth, and started circling his nipples with both hands.
“Some call it hypnosis. Others prefer it as mind control, witchcraft, hexing, whatever you wanna call it. I like to see it as puppeteering,” I said, teasing his perky nips. “For me, the strings were already there, see. All I had to do was walk up to you, take the strings I want, and hold them in my hand. Just like that, I get to control a gorgeous puppet like yourself.”
A soft moan escaped his lips. I was rubbing and tweaking his teats, making his muscular body shudder and shiver with every motion. There was barely anything I needed to do; he was so young, so full of hormones and testosterone - every last cell of him wanted to spread his seed.
“S… t-top…” he managed to growl, while I watched his bulge spring up. A thick, large shape, stretching the fabric of his tiny shorts. The hunk was clearly very well-endowed.
“There’s no point in fighting, melon-tits. I know your body better than you do. I know where you’re sensitive, I know what thoughts are rushing through your peanut brain, I know your every instinct. And right now, the only instinct you have is to shoot a nice, big fat load for your new Master.”
He was clutching the car, breathing heavier and heavier. Every little touch sent another shockwave through his nerves, traveling down into his groin. I spat on his chest and used the spit to lube up his hardened nipples some more.
Fuck, he was easy. We had only just started, and he was already humping the air. Those titties seemed to be as sensitive as they were big.
I felt him trying to move his hand, clearly longing for a touch on his crotch, but I wouldn’t let him. He was only allowed to sit there and be pretty while I played with his boobs.
“Uughh… unghh…” the stud groaned, twitching weakly. He was so close, I felt it, like a dam in his loins about to burst. Like a balloon about to pop, filled with his sweet, salty, thick, goopy sperm… hmm…. closer….. even closer…..
so fucking close now…..
A black Toyota pulled up into the parking lot. It caught the both of us off guard, causing my focus to waver for a second. The boy saw his chance and angrily pushed me off, momentarily freed from my grip. Swiftly, before he could jump up and shout for help, I looked into his eyes and compelled him to stay quiet.
“Careful, tiger,” I hissed, “You don’t want to piss me off.”
I stood next to him, my hand on his head, and waited for the car to park. The door opened, and a scrawny, visibly gay man stepped out. He had seen us, clearly; as he walked toward the woods, he stole an embarrassed glance at my stud, unable to resist such beauty. Then he quickly hurried off as though we had caught him in a crime.
“Hey, you,” I said, watching him freeze at the sound of my voice, “Yeah, you. Get back here.”
Hesitantly, the guy turned around. There was no reason for him to listen to me - I wasn’t manipulating him in any way - but I guess he just really wanted to take another look at the half-naked muscle boy beside me. I couldn’t blame him.
“It’s alright. Have a good look,” I said, grabbing my stud’s chin. “Come closer - yeah, it’s okay, this one’s not gonna do anything. In fact, he likes it when others admire his body.”
I nodded toward the ever-obvious boner in the hunk’s shorts. The man stared in wonderment, smiling tentatively at the sight of all those muscles. He let his eyes roam every single inch of that chocolate body, from the handsome face to the bare toes. For the first time in his life, the guy could check out a straight beefcake without having to worry about getting caught.
“He’s very beautiful,” the man told me.
I chuckled, stroking my boy’s head. Somewhere inside that skull, he was raging like never before, completely furious and humiliated. But there was nothing he could do. I controlled his perfect body now - and he was left to watch the world behind a screen.
“What would you like to do with him?” I asked the guy. By the look on his face, this was too much of a dream come true for him to give a coherent answer. He wanted everything, everything and more, turning my stud into the subject of every single dirty fantasy he’d ever had. Amused, I beckoned him over.
“Why don’t you smell his crotch, for a start,” I suggested. “Smell what a muscle boy really smells like. Bury your nose in his bulge.”
It was evident I was hitting pretty much every string at once.
“H-he wants that?” the man stammered, pale with excitement.
I shrugged. “Don’t worry about what he wants. Today, he is just an attraction, and I’m giving you a free ticket. Do you want it, or not?”
Of course he did. Visibly overwhelmed by the situation, the guy got down to his knees. He placed his hands on my hunk’s warm thighs - shuddered slightly with anticipation - then brought his head forward and nuzzled the bulging crotch. A gasp escaped his lips as the musky scent entered his nostrils. Like a pig, he started sniffing as hard as he could, really pushing his nose up against the boy’s dick to get as many pheromones as possible. He started licking the sweaty fabric, sucking on the bulge with no shame, spreading the stud’s legs a little to make sure he could reach every nook and cranny.
Me and the muscle boy watched as the newcomer went to town. Me, grinning widely - the boy inwardly screaming in fury.
“Take off his shorts. Leave his underwear on, for now.”
Eagerly, the guy obeyed. Soon enough, my slut was sat in only his Calvin Kleins. We could now fully see the outline of his boner, complete with a precum stain at the tip and a fat sack underneath. If the scrawny man had been hungry before, now he was ravenous; he licked the cucumber shape with the fervor of a dog, moaning softly as he soaked the boy’s boxer-briefs. It was a delight to watch.
“Suck on his balls. He likes that.”
I gave instructions, and the guy executed them. Within several minutes, the beefcake was panting, frowning and holding on to the rim of the trunk. I was surprised he was holding out this long, to be honest - after all that nipple play, and all that licking, most boys of mine would’ve long shot their loads. This hunk was desperately trying to keep it in, I could tell. Seemed like he needed a little push in the right direction.
While the newcomer continued sucking and licking his crotch, I grabbed the boy’s chin, brought my lips to his ear, and started kissing. Just when I felt he had reached the right point, I whispered the magic word. The tiny push over the edge. The three-letter straw that broke this muscle bitch’s back.
With an embarrassed moan, he shuddered into an orgasm. Muscles contracted, ecstasy spread through his veins. His torso doubled over slightly, and his thick cock started throbbing in his underwear. A big, wet spot appeared in the fabric. Watching the young buck ejaculate was truly a grand show - even though he was only creaming his boxer-briefs.
“F-fuck yeah,” the man gasped, immediately latching on to the throbbing shape like a hungry little lamb. He licked and sucked at the cum-stain with all his might, clearly tasting the boy’s sperm and getting out some nice drops.
The stud had never felt this kind of humiliation. He had been molested by two men, teased and licked until his mighty tool had sprayed a fat load into his underwear. Tears of frustration were already stinging his eyes - and still, the boy could not escape this nightmare.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun,” I said, grabbing the newcomer’s hair and tossing him to the side. “It’s my turn now.”
I took the hunk’s head in my hands, staring deep into those helpless eyes, and used my favorite little trick on his mind. Like a drug, it slammed into him. His mouth fell open, his cheeks ignited, and a dumb, wasted expression took over his face. Laughing, I let go of his skull, and the bitch fell to hands and knees.
“G-gaaahh…. w-what d..id you do to m..e….” he moaned, squirming on the ground like some pathetic insect. He was free to move and talk again, but the whole world was spinning around him, turning everything into a blur. Sounds and colors blended together like one giant acid trip. Most importantly of all, his dick was still rock-hard and leaking.
“Is he okay?” the gay man asked, watching from a couple feet away. The stud kept writhing and whimpering, weakly shaking his head in an effort to get rid of this haze.
“He’ll be fine,” I said, “Think of it as sniffing a bunch of poppers at the same time, mixed with some roofies. Maybe not the healthiest, but it gets him high and horny out of his mind.”
I stepped closer to the muscular boy, squatted down, and took his chin in my hand. The brainless, drugged face that stared back at me made my cock twitch in my pants. He was ready.
“I know something to make you feel better, handsome.”
I got back up, unbuckled my belt, and uncovered my underwear. The hunk looked up, smelling this strange, enticing scent, and crawled toward me with spit drooling from his mouth. He buried his face in my bulging crotch - and his entire body shuddered with pleasure.
The big, cocky alpha was a cocksniffer now.
“You wanna taste, melon-tits? Wanna know what a real man tastes like?”
“G-guuughhh… p.. l-lea..se…”
Beautiful. I pulled my boxers down, finally revealing my boner, and a whine escaped the stud’s throat. Never had he seen a cock so big. He tried to lick it, but I held his head a couple inches from my crotch. The groans and grunts that rose from him were music to my ears. He wanted my dick, so, so bad. The smell, the sight - all of it was egging him on, increasing his need for the taste of me. It was the perfect torture.
“Wow…” another voice muttered. The gay guy, still on his knees, staring at my monster dick with widened eyes. He was touching himself, hypnotized by me and my slut, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What do you think?” I asked him, “Should I let this bitch suck my cock?”
“T-that’s never gonna fit… it’s way too big…”
I laughed again, and waved my boner in front of the stud’s nose a couple times. It was driving him nuts. He was drooling like a maniac, grunting more and more. He didn’t care how monstrously oversized this dick was - he just knew he needed to taste it.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit,” I said. “Open up, melon-tits. Time to use those big, beautiful lips of yours.”
Eagerly, he let my glans into his mouth. The taste of my precum hit him, and he quivered like never before. Such a good little whore. He smelled me, felt me, and tasted me at the same time - our bonding was soon to be final. The longer he stayed under my control, the deeper he fell into my trap.
As I pushed in further and further, his moans of pleasure were quickly muffled by my cock. Those plump lips felt like velvet on my shaft, lubing me up with his spit.
But only after a couple inches, the boy gagged - and my boner didn’t seem to go any further. I could tell he was trying his best, opening his mouth and jaw as far as he could, but my dick just didn’t fit. The smile disappeared from my face, and I looked down at him with contempt.
“Hmmf,” I scoffed, “Is that all you can take?”
He moaned softly, managing another inch with the greatest effort, but then he gagged again. Seemed like he was less skilled than I had hoped. Luckily, I had dealt with unexperienced cocksuckers before. I yanked him off my member, and told him to turn around.
The young Adonis quickly obeyed, and sat on his knees with his back to me. I grabbed his head, guided it toward my crotch, forcing him to lean back until his nose hit my balls. Stuck in the shape of a triangle, using his big arms for support, the boy was finally in position. He opened his mouth, and I started pushing in again.
This way, I could fuck his throat much more easily. I pushed it over his tongue, past his uvula, making him gag violently. My dick was stretching his mouth to its limits, but I wasn’t going to stop. When he gagged again, fearfully thrashing about, I grabbed his neck with both hands and compelled his body to calm.
“That’s better,” I said, when the muscle stud relaxed in my hands. He was shakily breathing through his nose, feeling my cock invade his throat, straining to stay in the painful position I had put him in. I pushed a couple more inches into him, and grinned. I could see the head of my boner bulging in his neck.
“Like I said, I will make it fit. His body was made to serve me.” I told our viewer, quietly jerking off at the side. “Come. Suckle on his teats. Lick his abs. Blow his cock. Enjoy his body while you can.”
Without a word, the guy crawled over to us. He wrapped his arms around the boy’s tight waist, and started suckling on those nipples as he pushed their crotches together. Content with the view, I slowly began to fuck the stud’s throat.
“Hmm… that’s a nice little cocksucker, now…” I said, driving my boner in and out of his mouth, a little further with every thrust. He felt so good, so warm and moist, his tongue slobbering all over my shaft as he moaned and groaned. It took every bit of his strength not to gag.
Still, it couldn’t go all the way in. I rammed my cock down, hard and violent, but there remained a last inch or two he simply couldn’t take. It was like shoving a fucking zucchini down that tight throat.
I gave his mouth another brutal thrust, blocking off his windpipe with my dick, and the young stud started spasming again. I was literally choking him on my cock. He was still stuck in his triangle position, arching his back so much it had to hurt. The newcomer was biting on his titties, gnawing on those meaty nips to complete the boy’s nightmare.
“Do you feel that, melon-tits?” I asked, finally fucking his throat at top speed. “That is the feeling of submission. The feeling of being a toy, a mere cocksleeve, worthless and pathetic in every other way. Your body is a vessel for the pleasure of men. You are a tool, an object. This is your fate now.”
Spit and precum were backing up out of his nose, eyes were wet and burning. He couldn’t gag, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but shudder as we used him for our fantasies. I felt him buck and quiver, whimpering like an animal, and I knew he had creamed his underwear again.
With a groan, the newcomer came too, spraying a load all over the hunk’s abs. I laughed, and tightened my grip on his throat. It was time. The boy would taste the seed of his conqueror.
Though his body was clearly screaming for oxygen, I dug my fingers in that thick neck, steadied myself, and thrust my cock into his mouth with all my strength. No more mercy. I pushed it all the way down, regardless of his writhing, all the way into his throat until those velvet lips finally reached my pubes. He would take all of me, damn it. Even if it killed him.
With that last, merciless thrust, I pushed myself over the edge and bred his virgin throat. A victorious growl, waves of ecstasy washing over me. My sperm coated his esophagus, filling his mouth, his nose, leaking from his lips. All his senses were blocked by me, my cock, my seed. No matter what he’d try or do, he was mine now, bonded forever through this ultimate victory.
The battle was won, the boy was broken.
When I finished, I yanked him off my dick, wiped it clean on his fucked-out face, then tossed him into the arms of our pathetic newcomer. Immediately, the guy began cradling him, like some hyena that had found the remnants of a lion’s meal.
I scoffed, and pulled my pants back up. “He’ll live, don’t worry. Cockroaches don’t die so easily.”
The guy kissed and licked the broken fucktoy, holding his slack, muscular body in his arms and humping it without shame. I walked back to the boy’s car, found his bag and keys in the trunk, and had a look at his wallet.
Moses, was his name. Almost 19 years old.
I took his stuff, locked the car, and told the scrawny guy to get up. The boy might have broken already, but I was far from finished.
“Come. We’ll take him into the woods,” I said. Last thing I needed was for more people to pull up in this parking lot and interrupt our fun.
“The woods? W-what are we gonna do?”
“What do you think, my friend?” I chuckled, “We are going to fuck him until his ass is gaping wide.”
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