Top Wrestler Gets Dominated By A True Alpha Male
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PART 05
"Wow. Why don't we take another picture now that the difference is even more abysmal?", Juan asked.
Eric's cock had softened. Intimidation had shrunk it further. Lorenzo, on the other hand, was bigger and harder than ever, confident and proud of his manhood. If the previous comparison had already been brutal for Eric, when the muscular Italian sat next to him and put one arm behind Eric, the difference became even harsher.
It was the first time in my life that the thought of bottoming scared me. That thing was way too thick. Just the thought of sucking it made me think my jaw was going to unhinge. However, since Eric had humiliated me in the past, exposing me without consent, I knew I needed to be up to that challenge.
Juan was overly excited about the difference of volume in front of him. He was so fascinated that he spiced things up by reading aloud some reactions from Eric's followers to the latest posts on his account.
“Unbelievable. He deceived me all this time. His cock disappears next to yours. Are we going to rename him Wrestler Omega?”
“Not even fair. Definition of all men are not created equal. More, please!.”
Juan looked at Eric. “This young man next to you just changed your reputation forever. Your posts are going to be trending.”
Lorenzo tried to calm down Eric. “Hey man, relax, I am not going to fuck you, unless you really want it. I get it, we are both tops. You are just discovering where you stand in the male hierarchy. Enjoy yourself and enjoy being cucked.”
Lorenzo unmasked himself and then unmasked Eric. “Buddy, again, relax, this is not going to be posted online. It is just a gift for you and for your boyfriend, so you can always remember this night.” I took a picture of them, Lorenzo smiling and calm, and Eric a little bit embarrassed. They did a fist bump and I could notice Eric getting already half-mast. “Now sit there and just watch,” the Italian stud commanded him.
Juan was starving to service Lorenzo’s cock. The Italian stud spread his legs and Juan started to lick all his muscular body, starting from the chest. Lorenzo was so big that Juan quickly reached his cockhead, way past his belly button. The Mexican moaned, smiling. I could detect hunger in his eyes.
Lorenzo grabbed the base of his own cock and forced Juan’s hand to the middle section, but there was enough space for a third hand. He must have had experiences with this kind of situation before, because he knew how to exercise his power over other men who were fascinated with size. Eric was definitely one of them.
Seeing his reactions, I realized his ultimate fear had become real: to be confronted about his so-called alpha status. He was salivating just by seeing in front of him the massive set of cock and balls he always wanted to have. From envy and anger, Eric started to feel respect and admiration for Lorenzo.
Juan was the one who had his share of dicks in his life, but he had never taken one with the size and force of Lorenzo’s shaft. The Italian stud was wiping his big dick all over Juan’s face. By my request, Lorenzo was embodying the supreme alpha and he was very comfortable in that role, as if he was born to be a dominator. Juan, who was dying to be throat-fucked, had to deal with Lorenzo’s authoritarian behavior: “You have to say ‘please’, because you are asking for a favor.” And he did it, begging for an immense cock to be shoved inside his mouth. He asked for roughness and Lorenzo gave it to him. The robust Italian violated his throat. He cried, gagged and every time he took time to breathe, he murmured, “it’s so big, it’s so big.” From the sight of it, Eric was hard again.
Looking directly at Eric, I knelt down to share that gigantic shaft with Juan. The Mexican and I licked it together. Juan was bothered not to have all that by himself. Lorenzo looked at me, as if he was signaling something.
He gave direct orders to Juan: “Put your hands on that table and arch your back towards me.” He inserted his thick fingers in Juan’s splendid ass, loosening up his hole. The Italian then started to stretch Juan’s hole to extents I could never dream of before. It looked like Juan was going to be split in two. He kept trying to be a bottom for Lorenzo, but it was unbearable painful. It just did not fit.
It was strange to me that Eric wanted to have something so excruciating like this. Lorenzo’s meaty cock was claiming the Mexican’s round and furry ass. He still had five more inches to shove up the Mexican swimmer's ass when Juan could not take it anymore and exploded in cum.
Soared and exhausted, a disappointed Juan just said “Sorry, you are too thick. I promise I can try it again.”
“Not many men who can take all of me,” the Italian replied, looking at me.
“I don’t know if I can take it, Lorenzo. I am used to cock likes that,” I said pointing to Eric, who was hard like a rock. “I don’t know what it is like to be fucked by a true alpha man.”
“Do you want it? Do you think Eric deserves to watch?”
I looked firmly at Eric, revengeful. “Yes, fuck me in front of him. Let him know what a bull is.” Eric was just inconsolable, paralyzed.
“I will show my buddy Eric how it is done.” Lorenzo masterfully massaged my hole with his tongue. Then, inserting a really good amount of lube in my hole, he spread my cheeks wide so that he could stuff my hole full of his thick meat. It was painful, but seeing Eric gave me strength. I endured it like a champion. Lorenzo asked me if he could go balls deep. More than 10 inches, I thought, but I agreed. Pounding me relentlessly, he taught Eric what real manhood is.
And then it happened. A popping sound, indicating he had reached the second hole. I almost lost my mind. It was a moment of absolute pleasure, of fullness. I understood how awesome bottoming for a huge cock can be. Lorenzo owned me as if I had never been properly fucked before
For fifteen minutes of a hard beating, Lorenzo displayed his absolute dominance over Eric now that we were cuckolding him. Juan had just become an extra in the scene. And Eric seemed to be in a trance.
With his superior and chiseled physique overpowering Eric, Lorenzo announced he was going to cum. Just by hearing it, I cummed first. “Here is your reward, little bro.” The top pulled out his immense cock from me. I looked like a beat up hole. Eric was in shock.
Lorenzo squirted gallons of cum all over my body, a scene that made Eric come wildly along with him. The last strips of cum he dropped to Eric's lips.
Exhausted and sweaty, Lorenzo grabbed Eric by the chin to assure him that their partnership wasn't over yet. "Tomorrow wake up early as we're going to train together. There are some things you still need to learn."
"Wow. Why don't we take another picture now that the difference is even more abysmal?", Juan asked.
Eric's cock had softened. Intimidation had shrunk it further. Lorenzo, on the other hand, was bigger and harder than ever, confident and proud of his manhood. If the previous comparison had already been brutal for Eric, when the muscular Italian sat next to him and put one arm behind Eric, the difference became even harsher.
It was the first time in my life that the thought of bottoming scared me. That thing was way too thick. Just the thought of sucking it made me think my jaw was going to unhinge. However, since Eric had humiliated me in the past, exposing me without consent, I knew I needed to be up to that challenge.
Juan was overly excited about the difference of volume in front of him. He was so fascinated that he spiced things up by reading aloud some reactions from Eric's followers to the latest posts on his account.
“Unbelievable. He deceived me all this time. His cock disappears next to yours. Are we going to rename him Wrestler Omega?”
“Not even fair. Definition of all men are not created equal. More, please!.”
Juan looked at Eric. “This young man next to you just changed your reputation forever. Your posts are going to be trending.”
Lorenzo tried to calm down Eric. “Hey man, relax, I am not going to fuck you, unless you really want it. I get it, we are both tops. You are just discovering where you stand in the male hierarchy. Enjoy yourself and enjoy being cucked.”
Lorenzo unmasked himself and then unmasked Eric. “Buddy, again, relax, this is not going to be posted online. It is just a gift for you and for your boyfriend, so you can always remember this night.” I took a picture of them, Lorenzo smiling and calm, and Eric a little bit embarrassed. They did a fist bump and I could notice Eric getting already half-mast. “Now sit there and just watch,” the Italian stud commanded him.
Juan was starving to service Lorenzo’s cock. The Italian stud spread his legs and Juan started to lick all his muscular body, starting from the chest. Lorenzo was so big that Juan quickly reached his cockhead, way past his belly button. The Mexican moaned, smiling. I could detect hunger in his eyes.
Lorenzo grabbed the base of his own cock and forced Juan’s hand to the middle section, but there was enough space for a third hand. He must have had experiences with this kind of situation before, because he knew how to exercise his power over other men who were fascinated with size. Eric was definitely one of them.
Seeing his reactions, I realized his ultimate fear had become real: to be confronted about his so-called alpha status. He was salivating just by seeing in front of him the massive set of cock and balls he always wanted to have. From envy and anger, Eric started to feel respect and admiration for Lorenzo.
Juan was the one who had his share of dicks in his life, but he had never taken one with the size and force of Lorenzo’s shaft. The Italian stud was wiping his big dick all over Juan’s face. By my request, Lorenzo was embodying the supreme alpha and he was very comfortable in that role, as if he was born to be a dominator. Juan, who was dying to be throat-fucked, had to deal with Lorenzo’s authoritarian behavior: “You have to say ‘please’, because you are asking for a favor.” And he did it, begging for an immense cock to be shoved inside his mouth. He asked for roughness and Lorenzo gave it to him. The robust Italian violated his throat. He cried, gagged and every time he took time to breathe, he murmured, “it’s so big, it’s so big.” From the sight of it, Eric was hard again.
Looking directly at Eric, I knelt down to share that gigantic shaft with Juan. The Mexican and I licked it together. Juan was bothered not to have all that by himself. Lorenzo looked at me, as if he was signaling something.
He gave direct orders to Juan: “Put your hands on that table and arch your back towards me.” He inserted his thick fingers in Juan’s splendid ass, loosening up his hole. The Italian then started to stretch Juan’s hole to extents I could never dream of before. It looked like Juan was going to be split in two. He kept trying to be a bottom for Lorenzo, but it was unbearable painful. It just did not fit.
It was strange to me that Eric wanted to have something so excruciating like this. Lorenzo’s meaty cock was claiming the Mexican’s round and furry ass. He still had five more inches to shove up the Mexican swimmer's ass when Juan could not take it anymore and exploded in cum.
Soared and exhausted, a disappointed Juan just said “Sorry, you are too thick. I promise I can try it again.”
“Not many men who can take all of me,” the Italian replied, looking at me.
“I don’t know if I can take it, Lorenzo. I am used to cock likes that,” I said pointing to Eric, who was hard like a rock. “I don’t know what it is like to be fucked by a true alpha man.”
“Do you want it? Do you think Eric deserves to watch?”
I looked firmly at Eric, revengeful. “Yes, fuck me in front of him. Let him know what a bull is.” Eric was just inconsolable, paralyzed.
“I will show my buddy Eric how it is done.” Lorenzo masterfully massaged my hole with his tongue. Then, inserting a really good amount of lube in my hole, he spread my cheeks wide so that he could stuff my hole full of his thick meat. It was painful, but seeing Eric gave me strength. I endured it like a champion. Lorenzo asked me if he could go balls deep. More than 10 inches, I thought, but I agreed. Pounding me relentlessly, he taught Eric what real manhood is.
And then it happened. A popping sound, indicating he had reached the second hole. I almost lost my mind. It was a moment of absolute pleasure, of fullness. I understood how awesome bottoming for a huge cock can be. Lorenzo owned me as if I had never been properly fucked before
For fifteen minutes of a hard beating, Lorenzo displayed his absolute dominance over Eric now that we were cuckolding him. Juan had just become an extra in the scene. And Eric seemed to be in a trance.
With his superior and chiseled physique overpowering Eric, Lorenzo announced he was going to cum. Just by hearing it, I cummed first. “Here is your reward, little bro.” The top pulled out his immense cock from me. I looked like a beat up hole. Eric was in shock.
Lorenzo squirted gallons of cum all over my body, a scene that made Eric come wildly along with him. The last strips of cum he dropped to Eric's lips.
Exhausted and sweaty, Lorenzo grabbed Eric by the chin to assure him that their partnership wasn't over yet. "Tomorrow wake up early as we're going to train together. There are some things you still need to learn."
Wish Lorenzo had bred his seed deep inside Aaron, but I love it anyway.
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PART 06
Eric and I woke up at seven in the morning. After he took ownership of my ass while Eric watched, Lorenzo went to the hotel he was staying at, with the promise that he would come back in the morning to pick us up. The idea was that he and Eric would train together. Juan made every possible insinuation to accompany Lorenzo to the hotel, but the burly Italian man simply ignored him. Frustrated and jealous, the Mexican swimmer left ten minutes later.
After that night, something changed in Eric forever. He began to wear a worried face, as if he were in a competition in which first place would never be his. For me, too, things had changed. Eric had lost some kind of power over me. I had never seen or taken a cock that big before but now it was the only thing I could think about. Lorenzo’s cock was obscenely bigger than Eric’s ordinary dick. And Eric never wanted to be ordinary. He wanted to be a Dom alpha male, with a cock bigger than the cock of the most famous guys in the porn movies he watched. In other words, he wanted to be Lorenzo.
As we showered and got ready for bed, Eric remained silent, his eyes thoughtful. I hugged him, signaling a form of affection in an evening that had been especially awakening for Eric. He was always a jerk, but I still wanted to complete my revenge.
"Hey Aaron, I want you to be totally honest with me,”, he finally said. “Was it much different being a bottom for Lorenzo than being a bottom for me?”
I decided to speak the truth. “Baby, that was a real monster. You don't need to feel small,” I said, maybe out of pity. “Anyone would be small next to him. Maybe you can beat him in other areas.”
“I am worried about my social media accounts,” he said.
“As you should,” I replied. “You were not confident enough to show your face and your cock to your followers. That is not how a Top Wrestler Alpha should be.” Eric was getting a taste of his own medicine. “But you are gaining lots of new followers.”
Eric tried to diminish him. “His cock is kinda ugly, don’t you think? Of course it is nice to be big and impress, but it is gross.” That was when I realized he was obsessed. I did not have to answer anything, because the reply came in form of a picture in his phone. It was from Lorenzo, a POV selfie of his gigantic uncut cock being compared to a Gilette shave gel can, handily exceeding the can size.
Along with that, a message. "Hey buddy, I am going to sleep like this after fucking your boyfriend. He was tight as fuck. Be ready at 9 am because I am picking you up." As if under a spell, Eric calmed down, barely able to hide a fascinated smile.
I didn't know exactly what was going on in Eric's head, but I got the impression that he wanted Lorenzo to see him as a buddy, as if he could be associated with what Lorenzo represented. Thinking I was already asleep, Eric opened the photo Lorenzo had sent him and jerked off. He cummed in five minutes.
The next day Eric woke me up at eight in the morning. He had already showered and prepared breakfast. It was the first time in the entire relationship that he didn't demand I did this task. He was also dressed in the gym clothes that most accentuated his huge muscles. He had customized a muscle shirt, removing the sleeves. He made the armholes low, showing off not just the veiny arms but also the side of his pecs. He seemed like a bloated muscle monster.
On Saturdays, I had to work in the morning. Eric was training at another gym, but he would accompany Lorenzo this time. Punctually at nine, Eric arrived in his car calling us out. Wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, Lorenzo's arms were insanely vascular, pulsing with alpha energy.
"My favorite couple. Get in", he said. After seeing him naked, it was impossible not to stare at his crotch, and his bulge was of course there, like a big reminder of who was in charge last night. Eric was about to take the front passenger seat, but Lorenzo ordered him to take the back seat. “Your boyfriend is going to sit next to me, buddy,” which I immediately did.
Then Lorenzo leaned to kiss me. It was an intimate, wet and lingering kiss. He didn't even seem to mind Eric's presence, like he was sure he wouldn't react. The tall white stud seemed to have developed a kind of devotion and respect for the muscular Italian in front of him.
Eric saw the gym, however, as a lifeline for his pride. He was a great wrestler and loved lifting weight. He was hopeful he could escape humiliation and regain his alpha status by lifting more weight and being stronger than Lorenzo. He was sure he could impress Lorenzo and make his younger rival admire him.
On his way to the gym, however, while Lorenzo was driving, Eric had to be confronted with his rival's observations about me. “Your hole hadn’t seen a big cock before, right? It was fucking tight.” My ass still felt him. “I think what surprised me the most was the thickness. The volume was absurd!” I exclaimed, looking at him. “Still is,” he laughed. "And you are right," he said. "Sometimes it is just not a matter of big vs small, but thick vs thin as well. Eric's skinny dick can't stretch a hole, right, buddy?" Lorenzo looked at Eric in the rearview mirror, winking at him. "But he has huge arms, look at that." Eric felt Lorenzo was patronizing him. "We are going to train chest and triceps, today, champion.”
Because of me, Lorenzo parked his car in the space reserved for employees. I went straight to reception and left the two of them training together. The fitness center was huge but from my spot I could see them. Poor Eric, following Lorenzo like a puppy, begging for his attention. They both looked like gym rats, but it was noticeable how Eric was looking to impress.
Eric loved chest days. He was a master of the barbell bench press, lifting lots of weight. He positioned himself on the bench, with his feet firmly on the ground, his back flat, and refused Lorenzo’s help to be the spotter. He grasped the bar, moving it to the starting position and did his first set of repetitions, to the point of exhaustion.
He finished the first set proud, believing he had made an impression. However, Lorenzo added a lot more weight to the bar. Much more than Eric had ever raised, even with the help of his personal trainer. Lorenzo resisted, pressing to feel the growth of his muscles. He was a god of strength. The gym was almost empty, but the few clients were delighted.
Eric felt challenged and didn't want to lower the weights. In his turn, he tried to complete the second rep, but it was too heavy for him to be able to lift it above his chest. Struggling, he asked for help.
“Don’t overload your body, buddy,” said Lorenzo, positioning himself behind Eric. “I’ll assist you.” Lorenzo's intention was genuinely good, but Eric was taken aback. The line of Lorenzo’s huge cock, even soft, was visible through the grey sweatpants, creating a disturbing bulge. It looked like Lorenzo went commando, because an underwear would not be able to hold all of his meat without tearing apart. It was too much for Eric, who could not pay attention to anything else in his field of vision.
The scene was almost the same for the other chest exercises: bent forward cable crossover, chest press and the push-ups. Eric felt overpowered by Lorenzo's demonstration of superior strength. Eric was feeling he was his newest buddy, being proud of it, and Lorenzo was always reminding him that they are not in the same place in the hierarchy. In fact, Lorenzo didn't say anything, it was simply something that went through Eric's head as Lorenzo adjusted his cock inside his pants.
Lorenzo decided to put together a triceps routine for them. They went to the cable crossover machine in order to do rope triceps pushdowns. There was a big mirror in front of the machine and Lorenzo explained in detail to Eric why he was doing the exercise wrongly. From behind, Lorenzo held Eric's arms, doing slow movements until Eric reached muscle failure.
Lorenzo moved his torso closer to Eric's back. Eric was arching his body a little. Even dressed, he could feel Lorenzo's huge soft cock touching his ass. This bothered him, especially since he realized, looking in the mirror, that he was getting an uncontrollable hard-on.
Eric's erection was something that went unnoticed by everyone, as it wasn't responsible for a significant bulge. In contrast, the bulge Lorenzo's flaccid cock made under his gray sweatpants was something that attracted attention. But it was enough for Eric to panic and lie down on a nearby gym mattress. I thought Eric was dizzy from the extra exercise weights and I went to where they were.
Lorenzo asked him to breathe and questioned if they should stop training. Eric assured us he was fine. I suggested that he should calm down and then stretch his body. Following my instructions, Eric, who was lying on his back, bent his knees against his body. Slowly, Lorenzo held Eric's legs up toward the ceiling, straightening them. The position exposed the contours of Eric's perfect bubble butt. And it did nothing to end his hard-on.
Eric had solid muscular male buttocks. Lorenzo was the one who couldn't hold out this time. "Fuck! Your ass is so juicy. We are going to your house now, Eric. You are going to watch me fucking your boyfriend again and you and I are going to record a new video for our followers. Do you understand?
"Yes, Lorenzo."
Lorenzo scoffed, disapproving. “You have to treat me the same way you treat your followers. I will ask again. Did you understand?”
Then something clicked in Eric's mind. Drooling over Lorenzo's insane bulge, Eric realized Lorenzo was the perfect male specimen. He knew what he needed to say. "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." Lorenzo smiled. The Italian stud knew the American wrestler had already succumbed to his authority. Eric was just getting to know Lorenzo's brutal dominant personality. It was just the beginning of a journey that would test his limits, but some sort of power imbalance had already set in for good.
Eric and I woke up at seven in the morning. After he took ownership of my ass while Eric watched, Lorenzo went to the hotel he was staying at, with the promise that he would come back in the morning to pick us up. The idea was that he and Eric would train together. Juan made every possible insinuation to accompany Lorenzo to the hotel, but the burly Italian man simply ignored him. Frustrated and jealous, the Mexican swimmer left ten minutes later.
After that night, something changed in Eric forever. He began to wear a worried face, as if he were in a competition in which first place would never be his. For me, too, things had changed. Eric had lost some kind of power over me. I had never seen or taken a cock that big before but now it was the only thing I could think about. Lorenzo’s cock was obscenely bigger than Eric’s ordinary dick. And Eric never wanted to be ordinary. He wanted to be a Dom alpha male, with a cock bigger than the cock of the most famous guys in the porn movies he watched. In other words, he wanted to be Lorenzo.
As we showered and got ready for bed, Eric remained silent, his eyes thoughtful. I hugged him, signaling a form of affection in an evening that had been especially awakening for Eric. He was always a jerk, but I still wanted to complete my revenge.
"Hey Aaron, I want you to be totally honest with me,”, he finally said. “Was it much different being a bottom for Lorenzo than being a bottom for me?”
I decided to speak the truth. “Baby, that was a real monster. You don't need to feel small,” I said, maybe out of pity. “Anyone would be small next to him. Maybe you can beat him in other areas.”
“I am worried about my social media accounts,” he said.
“As you should,” I replied. “You were not confident enough to show your face and your cock to your followers. That is not how a Top Wrestler Alpha should be.” Eric was getting a taste of his own medicine. “But you are gaining lots of new followers.”
Eric tried to diminish him. “His cock is kinda ugly, don’t you think? Of course it is nice to be big and impress, but it is gross.” That was when I realized he was obsessed. I did not have to answer anything, because the reply came in form of a picture in his phone. It was from Lorenzo, a POV selfie of his gigantic uncut cock being compared to a Gilette shave gel can, handily exceeding the can size.
Along with that, a message. "Hey buddy, I am going to sleep like this after fucking your boyfriend. He was tight as fuck. Be ready at 9 am because I am picking you up." As if under a spell, Eric calmed down, barely able to hide a fascinated smile.
I didn't know exactly what was going on in Eric's head, but I got the impression that he wanted Lorenzo to see him as a buddy, as if he could be associated with what Lorenzo represented. Thinking I was already asleep, Eric opened the photo Lorenzo had sent him and jerked off. He cummed in five minutes.
The next day Eric woke me up at eight in the morning. He had already showered and prepared breakfast. It was the first time in the entire relationship that he didn't demand I did this task. He was also dressed in the gym clothes that most accentuated his huge muscles. He had customized a muscle shirt, removing the sleeves. He made the armholes low, showing off not just the veiny arms but also the side of his pecs. He seemed like a bloated muscle monster.
On Saturdays, I had to work in the morning. Eric was training at another gym, but he would accompany Lorenzo this time. Punctually at nine, Eric arrived in his car calling us out. Wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, Lorenzo's arms were insanely vascular, pulsing with alpha energy.
"My favorite couple. Get in", he said. After seeing him naked, it was impossible not to stare at his crotch, and his bulge was of course there, like a big reminder of who was in charge last night. Eric was about to take the front passenger seat, but Lorenzo ordered him to take the back seat. “Your boyfriend is going to sit next to me, buddy,” which I immediately did.
Then Lorenzo leaned to kiss me. It was an intimate, wet and lingering kiss. He didn't even seem to mind Eric's presence, like he was sure he wouldn't react. The tall white stud seemed to have developed a kind of devotion and respect for the muscular Italian in front of him.
Eric saw the gym, however, as a lifeline for his pride. He was a great wrestler and loved lifting weight. He was hopeful he could escape humiliation and regain his alpha status by lifting more weight and being stronger than Lorenzo. He was sure he could impress Lorenzo and make his younger rival admire him.
On his way to the gym, however, while Lorenzo was driving, Eric had to be confronted with his rival's observations about me. “Your hole hadn’t seen a big cock before, right? It was fucking tight.” My ass still felt him. “I think what surprised me the most was the thickness. The volume was absurd!” I exclaimed, looking at him. “Still is,” he laughed. "And you are right," he said. "Sometimes it is just not a matter of big vs small, but thick vs thin as well. Eric's skinny dick can't stretch a hole, right, buddy?" Lorenzo looked at Eric in the rearview mirror, winking at him. "But he has huge arms, look at that." Eric felt Lorenzo was patronizing him. "We are going to train chest and triceps, today, champion.”
Because of me, Lorenzo parked his car in the space reserved for employees. I went straight to reception and left the two of them training together. The fitness center was huge but from my spot I could see them. Poor Eric, following Lorenzo like a puppy, begging for his attention. They both looked like gym rats, but it was noticeable how Eric was looking to impress.
Eric loved chest days. He was a master of the barbell bench press, lifting lots of weight. He positioned himself on the bench, with his feet firmly on the ground, his back flat, and refused Lorenzo’s help to be the spotter. He grasped the bar, moving it to the starting position and did his first set of repetitions, to the point of exhaustion.
He finished the first set proud, believing he had made an impression. However, Lorenzo added a lot more weight to the bar. Much more than Eric had ever raised, even with the help of his personal trainer. Lorenzo resisted, pressing to feel the growth of his muscles. He was a god of strength. The gym was almost empty, but the few clients were delighted.
Eric felt challenged and didn't want to lower the weights. In his turn, he tried to complete the second rep, but it was too heavy for him to be able to lift it above his chest. Struggling, he asked for help.
“Don’t overload your body, buddy,” said Lorenzo, positioning himself behind Eric. “I’ll assist you.” Lorenzo's intention was genuinely good, but Eric was taken aback. The line of Lorenzo’s huge cock, even soft, was visible through the grey sweatpants, creating a disturbing bulge. It looked like Lorenzo went commando, because an underwear would not be able to hold all of his meat without tearing apart. It was too much for Eric, who could not pay attention to anything else in his field of vision.
The scene was almost the same for the other chest exercises: bent forward cable crossover, chest press and the push-ups. Eric felt overpowered by Lorenzo's demonstration of superior strength. Eric was feeling he was his newest buddy, being proud of it, and Lorenzo was always reminding him that they are not in the same place in the hierarchy. In fact, Lorenzo didn't say anything, it was simply something that went through Eric's head as Lorenzo adjusted his cock inside his pants.
Lorenzo decided to put together a triceps routine for them. They went to the cable crossover machine in order to do rope triceps pushdowns. There was a big mirror in front of the machine and Lorenzo explained in detail to Eric why he was doing the exercise wrongly. From behind, Lorenzo held Eric's arms, doing slow movements until Eric reached muscle failure.
Lorenzo moved his torso closer to Eric's back. Eric was arching his body a little. Even dressed, he could feel Lorenzo's huge soft cock touching his ass. This bothered him, especially since he realized, looking in the mirror, that he was getting an uncontrollable hard-on.
Eric's erection was something that went unnoticed by everyone, as it wasn't responsible for a significant bulge. In contrast, the bulge Lorenzo's flaccid cock made under his gray sweatpants was something that attracted attention. But it was enough for Eric to panic and lie down on a nearby gym mattress. I thought Eric was dizzy from the extra exercise weights and I went to where they were.
Lorenzo asked him to breathe and questioned if they should stop training. Eric assured us he was fine. I suggested that he should calm down and then stretch his body. Following my instructions, Eric, who was lying on his back, bent his knees against his body. Slowly, Lorenzo held Eric's legs up toward the ceiling, straightening them. The position exposed the contours of Eric's perfect bubble butt. And it did nothing to end his hard-on.
Eric had solid muscular male buttocks. Lorenzo was the one who couldn't hold out this time. "Fuck! Your ass is so juicy. We are going to your house now, Eric. You are going to watch me fucking your boyfriend again and you and I are going to record a new video for our followers. Do you understand?
"Yes, Lorenzo."
Lorenzo scoffed, disapproving. “You have to treat me the same way you treat your followers. I will ask again. Did you understand?”
Then something clicked in Eric's mind. Drooling over Lorenzo's insane bulge, Eric realized Lorenzo was the perfect male specimen. He knew what he needed to say. "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." Lorenzo smiled. The Italian stud knew the American wrestler had already succumbed to his authority. Eric was just getting to know Lorenzo's brutal dominant personality. It was just the beginning of a journey that would test his limits, but some sort of power imbalance had already set in for good.
Thank you for continuing this story. You are an extremely gifted writer.
Oh man, I'm dying to see what would happen in that wrestling match between the two.
Brilliant writing, it creates quiet the vivid image. I hunger for a bull like Lorenzo.
OMG, Eric’s dismantling is complete when he becomes the pass around party bottom for all of the others.
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