Chapter 2: Building Tension
Hours later, after Matt had been reduced to a quivering, submissive twink, Nate lay on his king-sized bed, feeling the weight of his newfound power on his shoulders. He toyed with the idea of releasing Matt from his new form—after all, he had never intended for this to happen. Yet there was no denying the addictive rush of dominance and superiority he felt knowing that Matt was now helpless before him.
Nate's mind whirred with questions: How would this change him? Would he be able to control himself?
Would Matt's submission remain absolute?
Meanwhile, Matt lay beside Nate, eyes glazed over with exhaustion and desire. His body was still reeling from the enormous surge of testosterone and adrenaline from their earlier sexcapades.
Nate looked down at him with a contemplative expression—part desire, part curiosity. "What do you want for me, Matt?" he whispered, leaning in closer to his half-naked, shivering slave.
"What do you want for me?" I asked curiously, genuinely intrigued by Matt's thoughts on the matter. I couldn't help but feel curiosity of how deep his devotion for me went now that he was well and truly my plaything. The power and the surge of raw sexuality coursed through my veins, fueling my desires.
Matt hesitated, gathering the courage to speak his mind.
"I want you to be happy, Nate. Whatever that means for you, I'll follow."
I couldn't help but be moved by his words, even though I knew he no longer had a choice in the matter. "But what if I want you to satisfy me completely, Matt?" I said, my voice dropping to a low growl.
He shivered slightly, his already flushed cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink. "Anything you want, Nate," he whispered almost breathlessly.
His words sent waves of exhilaration through me. I couldn't help but be captivated by how far I could push this man.
I grabbed Matt's chin, gently tilting his face up so our eyes met. "Have you ever wondered what it's like to be completely dominated—to have no power, having only your body and mind to serve me?" My voice was a rumbling purr, and the look in Matt's eyes told me I was hitting the right spots.
"N-no, Nate. I haven't...
at least, not until now," Matt stammered, the weight of my words finally sinking in.
I could see the uncertainty and fear flicker through his green eyes, but beneath them, I saw a spark of curiosity; his body was both tense and ready for the challenge. I let out a wicked grin in response to the plea laced in Matt's voice.
"I thought you'd never ask," I retorted, reaching down towards my nightstand to retrieve a satin tie—a souvenir from a past relationship that would prove more useful than I ever imagined.
As my grip tightened around the accessory, I couldn't deny the thrill surging through me-that primal craving to submit my plaything to my whims completely. Excitement flooded my veins as I slipped the tie around Matt's neck, pulling gently to secure it.
My eyes locked onto his as I began the transformation of my sweet, compliant boy into my full-fledged submissive, ready for whatever I commanded.
"Tonight, Matt, you will serve me in every possible way," I said, my voice husky with anticipation. "Understood?"
Matt nodded, eyes wide but steady. His body trembled slightly, either from fear or arousal, and the darkness of my bedroom only heightened the erotic tension.
"Good boy," I said soothingly, running my hand down his cheek.
His trembling subsided, his submission etched in every inch of pliable flesh. I brushed a loose lock of hair away from his face, barely acknowledging the stray droplet of sweat that beaded on the tip of my finger. "Now, it's time to service your master."
I leaned forward, watching Matt's reaction while pressing my lips to his neck, feeling him shudder beneath me. My cock hardened to monstrous proportions at the response, stretching the fabric of my pajama bottoms dangerously thin.
Matt's eyes glazed over, his lips quivering as he looked down at the sight of my enormous cock practically peeking out of my pants from the strain.
I eased Matt onto his back, taking his wrists into my hands to pin them above his head, my full weight orchestrating a searing heat that flowed over his body. The tie I'd used earlier was still intact around his neck, a reminder of his servitude to me.
My grin grew lewd as I took in his willingness to serve. "Like what you see?" I asked, running a hand up and down the full length of my cock, which threatened to tear through the fabric of my pajama pants. Matt nodded eagerly, unable to tear his eyes away from the colossal meat resting against my thigh. "Let's get you out of these," I purred, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt to lift it over his head.
Once the material cleared his face, I tossed it aside and took a moment to admire the newly toned body that lay before me. My newfound dominance and sexual prowess had transformed Matt into something magnificent—his muscles were more defined, his skin glowing with a fresh layer of vigor. It was almost as if he'd been reborn under my power.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against Matt's ear, my voice reduced to a seductive whisper.
"You belong to me now, Matt. Not just your body, but every fiber of your being. You will be the first of many, but don't worry. I'll make sure to grow large enough for all of you to serve me plenty"
I felt the shiver run down his spine, just as I intended. I moved my hand lower, tracing the outline of his abdominal muscles and sliding my hand into his bottoms. I discovered he was wearing a thong, which only served to heighten my arousal.
As brushed my fingers across his thickening shaft, his back arched instinctively. He knew his cock wasn't there for his pleasure, but merely to be used as a tool for my desire.
I reached underneath his ass, yanking the cloth away to reveal his asshole, which I could see was clenching in anticipation. Head cocked to the side, an evil smirk played upon my lips as Matt whimpered from the violation, welcome or otherwise. I caught his eyes and held them with a deadly stare, watching as he squirmed beneath me.
Using my free hand, I grasped my now-monstrous cock, urging it to even greater lengths—and widths.
Swirling, pulsing veins and bulging arteries wrapped angrily around my meat like eager snakes hungry for a taste of Matt's flesh.
"You are going to take every inch of this cock, aren't you?" I growled.
A strangled choke escaped Matt's throat, and he nodded. I couldn't help but marvel at the power and control I exerted, the way his body responded even without me penetrating it.
Matt's loyal and submissive energy was electric, fueling my libido further, making me even more eager to explore his limits.
I clasped Matt's hips and repositioned him so he was kneeling between my legs, his flushed, glistening face only inches away from the monolithic appendage jutting out from the faded elastic of my pajama bottoms.
A devious idea came to mind: "Take this cloth out of your way with your teeth," I instructed, indicating the fabric covering my cock.
The wide-eyed look of trepidation Matt gave me made my grin widen, but in true submission, he leaned forward and, with a tug between his teeth, pulled the waistband of my pajama bottoms down, releasing my colossal dick from its fabric prison. My cock sprang free and slapped against my lower stomach, leaving an airborne trail of pre-cum that splattered onto Matt's cheeks.
I resumed my command, "Use your hands to get it nice and wet, all over. I want to hear the slick sounds of your palms against my rod."
My eyes drifted shut as I reveled in the pleasure, savoring the sensation of Matt obeying my every word. The soft, wet sounds of his hands moving along my shaft filled the room, growing slightly louder as he spread my never-ending stream of precum around with enthusiasm. I felt his fingers brushing along my sensitive balls, gently massaging them with tender care barely being able to fit even 1 in his hands..
Each touch set waves of spiraling pleasure throughout my body, sharpening my focus and increasing my lust.
As Matt spun around, I could see his labored breathing and the glisten of precum on the head of his cock. A tantalizing sight, seeing the remnants of my own juices coating his member, sending a surge of raw dominance and lust coursing through me.
He crawled between my legs, his eyes boring into mine as he leaned forward and sucked my dick into his mouth.
Matt's moan of desperation escaped, vibrating my heavy balls as he hollowed out his cheeks and struggled to fit me inside his warm, wet mouth. The friction of his soft lips and velvety tongue against my hyper-sensitive shaft sent shivers up and down my spine.
"That's it, baby. Show your master how well you can serve."
My whispered words spilled from my lips, spurring Matt's efforts. My hips began to lift, pulling my cock deeper into his burning throat.
I felt the thickness and heat of my cock stretch the confines of his throat, eliciting another guttural groan from Matt that resonated deeply within the pit of my soul.
With each stroke, I remarked, "Oh, fuck yeah. So fucking good. Just like that, Matt. You're sucking on your master's cock."
Every expletive and obscenity poured from my lips, each one poured with more intensity as the erotic stimulation reached new heights.
The room felt hotter, filled to the brim with the muskiness of pleasure only a man as dominant as I could summon.
As Matt sucked greedily at my rod, I dug my nails into the flesh of his ass, squeezing tightly and kneading the meat that yielded to my touch. My other hand gripped a fistful of his neatly trimmed hair, pulling his face further down onto my slick cock.
"Oh, God, yeah.
Just like that. Keep sucking, Matt," I urged, my voice full of filthy passion as he continued to pleasure my merciless, towering cock with his talented lips and tongue. I reveled in the sensation of my monster cock splitting open his tight throat and pushed myself even further inside him, making Matt gag slightly. The sound only added to my twisted excitement, and I squeezed his ass tighter, forcing him to swallow more of my thick, veiny manhood.
Matt's head bobbed up and down as if on a mission to prove his submission worthy of my pleasure. And I felt I was getting close. pulled him of my massive manhood and threw him on his belly. As my cock started erupting I made sure to properly cover his ass with my seed so it'd be nicely lubed for what was to come.
I gave Matt's ass a few hard spanks urging him to push back against my throbbing knob, the forcefulness of our union filling the room with hot, wet, depraved sounds.
I loved the feeling of Matt's submission—head down, his perfect bubble-butt pushed up in the air, trembling and totally open to my desires. It was perfection, a fantasy realized—but my hunger didn't stop there. I needed to hear him scream my name, make him succumb to my wicked pleasures.
With a lightning-fast motion, I plunged my thick, pulsating rod deep into Matt's virgin asshole. The wet, slick sounds of our union filled the room as Matt's wiry body trembled, forced to accept the impossible.
"Holy fuck..." he strangled out, his voice barely holding together as my massive, hard dick breached his defenseless ring of fire. Each plunge brought forth fresh visions of Matt's submission, his body becoming pliant and accepting, transformed and molded to my will.
The way he quivered and moaned beneath me was intoxicating—it felt like I had tapped into an unyielding fountain of pleasure and lust.
With each thrust, I felt the delicious friction building between our sweat-slicked bodies, building momentum as my cock delved into the tight, warm clasp of his ass. I could feel his spasming walls convulse around my meat, pulling me in even deeper, fueling my hunger for his unwavering attention.
"Fuck, yes, Nate," Matt gasped, his voice hoarse from pleasure as I picked up the pace, increasing the tempo and ferocity of my assault on his asshole.
That sound of pure, unbridled satisfaction warring with pain and need was too much for me to handle, I united us further, kissing him brutally, devouring his moans as if they were my lifeline.
My fingers gripped Matt's hips, leaving visible bruises on his delicate flesh as our bodies intertwined in a symphony of abandon.
With each thrust, I felt his ass clench around my cock, luring me into a primal trance.
Matt moaned, echoing the savage beast inside of me that demanded sated passion and release. Our sweat mingled in the air, creating a lingerie nostril full of musk and raw sexuality that distracted me from the world outside of our tiny corner of Nate's apartment.
He cried out my name, punctuated by a plea "please, do not stop" as he writhed beneath me.
The feeling of conquest and ownership coursed through my veins like the torrential pulse of his clamping asshole around my hips.
I ground down, fisting the sheets and swearing under my breath.
"Holy Goddammit, yes! You're mine!"
I released an earth-shattering roar as my orgasm catapulted through me like a freight train, riding a wave of blinding white heat.
I could feel every muscle in Matt's body quiver beneath me, pinned and subservient, as his own climax surged through him, pulsating a reckless storm of animalistic passion around me.
Gripping his hips, I thrust into him in one last fierce surge, milk-hot rivers of my seed filling him up, making his eyes roll back into their sockets. He reformed his kneeling position and I held him steady as his legs weakened and threatened to give out.
I did not relent.
I wanted more.
More fullness, more heat, more complete dominance over his quivering body.
I opened Matt's mouth, using his lips to swallow copious amounts of my seed still trickling from my rock-hard cock. Once satisfied that every drop had been accounted for, I released his head, allowing him to slump forward, panting, limp, and utterly spent.
"I own you now, Matt," I mumbled, feeling a peculiar sense of ownership wash over my entire being.
I could barely believe the power at my fingertips, and was eager to experiment with it. "Bend over," I demanded, a low growl rumbling through my chest. I watched in fascination as Matt obediently lowered himself, placing one hand on the floor for support, as if I hadn't already drained his size and strength.
My gaze traveled down his naked form, pausing briefly at the entrancing sight of my cum dripping down the crack of his ass. This young, green-eyed sensation, was now utterly mine to command.
My aching erection twitched excitedly, eager to demonstrate its newfound prowess.
I raised my hand and admired the sight of my fingers curling, primed for action.
"Let me see you touch yourself, Matt. I want to see you teasing that pretty hole of yours. No man has ever dominated your body like I do now, have they?" I said as I started stroking my still rockhard monster.
Words flowed with a sadistic thrill through me as I watched the sweat sprout from his quivering brow; the disquiet evident in every tremor rippling through him set me further alight.
The slick shine of his flushed skin spoke of his scorched desire, his need for my every command made me feel like the very goddamn king of this decadent domain.
Matt's splayed palms now gripped the cold, polished marble of Nate's floor, knuckles white with the brutal demands being placed upon his body. His tortured gasps wormed their way through the dimly lit room—the only sound to break the heavily erotic atmosphere that our twisted encounter had crafted.
"I own you now, Matt. Bend over," I demanded in a husky whisper, my voice still raw from the passionate declaration of my dominance.
Matt whimpered softly, almost inaudibly, as his hands slid over the cool marble floor's surface. There was no denying the awkwardness that my newfound power had instilled in him; still, I could see the barely contained hunger that coiled itself inside the depths of his green eyes.
He obeyed, revealing the entrance to his still abused asshole—dripping with my seed. I bit my lower lip, the anticipation of taking ownership of Matt's body once more had my giant cock throbbing angrily for release.
The tips of my fingers stroked the softness that framed the puckered hole I intended to revisit. My digits grazed the satiny-smooth surface, teasing the crinkled flesh with a promise and threat of what was to come.
Matt's cheeks flushed, the dilation of his pupils telling me how much he craved the violation. To appease his unspoken desire and to further etch my reign on his trembling body, I began to slowly swirl my fingertips around the entrance, applying pressure in circular motions.
Matt's barely audible whimper made me grin lecherously. "Please," he begged, the single word strained with need and longing.
I teased him further, taunting the dripping hole that seemed to call out for me as I inserted one finger, slowly inching it inside him.
"Oh shit," he moaned, his back arching. "More!"
His voice was hoarse and unsteady, pushed to the brink by my dominance. It spurred satisfaction within me as I filled him with a second finger, stretching him further. I began to thrust them in and out, savoring every moment of his body bending to my will.
My fingers went deeper, and the soft, muffled whimpers of pleasure that escaped Matt, only made my aching cock throb even more.
His body trembled as I explored his depths and he pushed himself onto my fingers, encouraging me to take him even further. The sight of him taking my two fingers with ease, only drove me to slip in a third.
Matt's reaction was immediate: a full-fledged groan of pleasure. His head dropped and shoulders sagged as if struggling to process sensations he had never experienced before.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled, twisting my fingers to hit his sweet spot.
"Fuck, yes," Matt gasped, riding the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
His ass clenched, pulling me deeper into his heat, only to have his body shudder submissively when I forced my fingers out.
Without waiting, I removed them completely and watched as Matt caught his breath in anticipation of what was to come next.
I knew I had him right where I wanted him to be. I stood up and willed my cock to cum again. covering his tight body in my hot and sticky seed. He'd have to wait for the pleasure of taking my giant cock again.
It was time for me to find myself some more slaves.
I smiled, knowing that my every whim and desire could now be fulfilled effortlessly.
I left my sanctuary, stepping out onto the bustling college campus where fraternities ruled the roost, forming the symbolic hierarchy of masculinity and power. My gaze fell upon the nearby fraternity house, a towering edifice that screamed brotherhood and excess.
I made my way through the crowd, every step more enticing and commanding due to the power bestowed upon me.