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I watched Carlo bouncing on Darren’s cock in front of me next to the pool. It looked like he was doing squats too, the way his technique was looking. He always finds a way to work out, I mused. I also noticed his hands were behind his head, splaying out his chest to face me for my viewing pleasure. His cock was stiffened and untouched, pointing up in salute to me in service. While Darren was enjoying his ass, his entire pose was sculpted by him for my viewing pleasure. As it should, I’m the one that sent him over to Darren to get pounded, and I’m the one that trained him to always prioritize me when he’s getting fucked or sucking secondary to his own pleasure.
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My uncle Carlo was a struggling pro bodybuilder before he became a trophy husband to his ex-husband. He was a business exec and he enjoyed working on his own body to peak physique and being arm candy. Years passed as he enjoyed the good life, Carlo never stopped bodybuilding casually, but he didn’t have the foresight into learning about finances or managing his own money well. Then his ex-husband dropped him for a younger model after they had a big argument, and with the prenup laid out to him, he realized he had nothing to his name but a small suitcase of old posing thongs. Poor, dumb Carlo stood there naked and begged him for help and was given the choice of either a pair of trousers or a ride somewhere. He chose the ride and that’s how he ended up practically naked in front of my apartment, the only family member he still barely knew. We occasionally chatted and checked in with each other, I swing both ways and reached out for gay spots in the city when I first settled here but we mostly kept to ourselves over the past years. I took him in and got him to shower and clean up. I tried to find him clothes that fit but despite being an athlete myself he was a giant and his hulking mass was almost even too big for his old posing thongs. I just gave him a towel which he could barely wrap around himself. We sat on the sofa as he lamented to me his situation. I gave him some booze and soon he was telling me everything. “What was the argument about?” I asked curious. “If we should see other guys. For a while Brad and I hadn’t been intimate, maybe the spark wasn’t there anymore, he often just told me to stuff my holes with a dildo or vibrator before walking out when I tried to get him in the mood. I told him I wasn’t ready for us to see other guys. He said I didn’t have a choice since he was the one calling the shots in the relationship. Told me he was switching me out for a younger model, some rising movie star, and brought in his lawyer to read me the marriage contract I signed a decade ago. They made me remove all of his property that wasn’t originally mine or bought with my money. Bastard knew I didn’t work, so I stood there naked as I signed the divorce papers and then was told I was trespassing and had to get out immediately. Sam it was so humiliating oh my god.”
I was relatively well-off myself, which Carlo could quickly catch on as I worked minimal hours and often had free time during the week to run errands or be out of the office. After a few days, Carlo tried to contribute to avoid my kicking him out. He kept the place spotless for me, cooked when he could. He tried to look for a job too but without recent employment he was out of his luck, and he was finishing his trial period on the nearby gym he signed up for. I think he tried to use the apps for a hookup but having missed the technological boom with anonymous hook ups he was striking out at the bath houses too.
Which would explain his horny stir-craze. He would constantly ask me about my sex life. I wasn’t dating anyone but was on a string of hook ups with various dudes, and Carlo seemed intensely impressed that I was huddling around topping them all. This culminated one afternoon when I came home from work early. Carlo had come back from the gym and looked pumped. He was cleaning the kitchen and we chatted for a bit before I went to go take a nap. I woke up to him under my covers nursing on my cock like it was the only thing that mattered to him in the world. I did find uncle hot, he was intensely muscular but had soft features that made him fuckable especially since he told me he was mainly a bottom, and it seemed, had been accustomed to being submissive to his ex-husband’s ways. Good, we’d complement each other, I mused as a grabbed Carlo’s head over the covers and guided him deeper down to my hilt. He groaned and went silent as I forced him o hold his deep throat position for a bit, before I let him free. He pulled back to the tip and kept my dick in his mouth as he recovered before starting to return to bobbing up and down on my dick. I forced him to do a deep dive down once more and he started to get the hint, alternating between sucking and deep throating me. I pulled back the covers after I heard him gag to find him looking up at me as he bobbed on my cock, tears in his eyes from gagging. “Fuck, Sam, I had wondered why you were a top dog but I get it now,” he marveled at my huge girth and length. He jumped out and started to make out with me as he straddled me. He grabbed my boner and laid it against his crack, moaning at the meatiness did it. He tried to insert it up his hole but I said not yet, causing him to whine. Trying another way, he postures himself in front of my. Dry humping as he flexed his arms and chest trying to turn me on.
“I need your dick, Sam, need your cum bad. Haven’t been fucked in so long, I’d do anything to get you inside of me. I can take it, the entire thing I promise. I didn’t have any toys with me but I’ve been constantly fingering myself to get ready for you in case you wanted to use me. You You can be rough with me too, my body can take it,” he kept the verbal babbling foreplay, which I ate up. “Yeah? You’re gonna be a good little bottom bitch for me? Better than the other guys I’m fucking? I need to unload often, boy, and if you can’t keep up then I can’t keep you around once we cross that line.” I wanted to be sure he knew what he wanted. “Yes, sir, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll be ready for you to use me anytime you want, I’ll be your muscle bottom bitch to boss around, yours to whore out for money too if you need me to further earn my keep. I don’t need much, just a man to care for and someone to fuck my brains out.” I liked what he was selling. “Good Uncle Carlo, you’ll do nicely. Go ahead, sit on my cock. If you can take it to the hilt and fuck yourself to cum, I’ll keep you around and cover your room and board, I’ll even cover your gym so long as you put out for me and whore yourself out to whoever and whatever I want. You have 30 minutes.” He struggled but was able to do it all in 25.
Since then, Carlo’s been a full-time whore on cam and in person, I’ve taken on the role of his pimp in addition to his master. It’s a more fitting relationship for us, and Carlo enjoys the added responsibilities and fulfillment he gets from ensuring my whims are met. Like this weekend, when Darren, one of Carlo’s most devoted cam fans wanted to pay big bucks to fuck him for the weekend, I flew us out to Palm Springs where Darren owned a small villa, and sit back as my bodybuilder bottom bitched worked for his keep and my pleasure, his body glistening in sweat and sunscreen in the warm dessert light.
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