Joey stretched his long muscular body as he woke from his pe..

Joey stretched his long muscular body as he woke from his peaceful night sleep. The bed felt so comfortable, posh mattress, satin sheets. It wasn’t his bed nor his apartment. Everything about the bed and bedroom echoes money. The soft sheets carcass his hard, shredded naked body. He didn’t remember much from the night before. He was out watching the super bowl, drinking and celebrating the big game. Joey didn’t remember hooking up with anyone but he did remember flirting with a lot of women and had a lot to drink. He wasn’t surprised that he had hooked up with a woman. In fact, Joey always gets lucky. It comes easy for him with his ripped, perfect god-like body. Joey turned his head and slowly opened his eyes. “Good morning,” a masculine voice broke Joey’s post morning bliss. “What the fuck,” Joey jumped out of the bed, grabbing the sheets to cover his naked body. “Relax, man,” the older man laying in bed next to him laughed. “Who the fuck are you? Why are you in bed with me,” Joey panicked as he searched the room for his clothes. Joey saw his boxer briefs on the white fur rug and a tail of his clothes leading out of the bedroom. The naked man smiled at the confused muscular younger man. Joey bent over and picked up his boxer briefs. He was horrified when his ass hurt and he felt something leaking from his ass and down his huge hamstrings. “Oh god, did you fuck me,” Joey ran his large hand through his blond hair. The man got off the bed, revealing his massive cock. “Get away from he, faggot. I will kill you,” Joey almost tripped as he struggled to quickly pull the underwear up his muscular, shredded legs. “I’m going to the police,” Joey stormed out of the bedroom and found his socks, shirt and pants laying on the floor from the hall outside the bedroom to the living room. “Where is my phone?” The man was following him, laughing. Joey was furious as he crutches his fists and wanted to beat the stranger to a pulp. “I’m serious, I’m not gay and you had r . . .” The stranger stated clearly and loudly, “Relax, jock slut!” Joey stopped in his tracks holding his pants. Suddenly all anger and rage faded, while at the same time his cock grew hard in his underwear. The stranger approached him and touched his cannon size left deltoid, “you remembered how good it was last night?” The man’s touch sent a surge through his body making him feel good and relaxed. “Yes sir. It felt so good when you fucked my straight ass,” his once angry voice now sound dreamy and blissfully relaxed. “Good boy,” the older man moved his right hand down Joey’s smooth, hard pecs. Joey moaned as the man stroked his pert firm nipples. He remembered the first time the man touched his nipples through the tight shirt Joey was wearing last night at the bar. Joey first tried to push the old gay man’s hand away but he was over came with a wave of blissful submission. The stranger’s voice and touch were so calming and relaxing that all of Joey's macho alpha persona faded as the man discreetly twisted his tits through the tight shirt. The bar was too packed for anyone to notice. Joey even stood beside his friends while the stranger stroked the muscle jock’s ass through the black jeans. Joey remembered the man’s whispering into his ear making him feel more and more submissive to the point that the straight cocky jock obediently followed the stranger into the bar restroom. Joey’s friends were too busy watching the big game to notice he was gone. He could hear his friends cheering the game winning touchdown, while he was on his knees in the public restroom giving his first blow job. Right now, Joey’s cock was rock hard in his boxer briefs as the stranger ran his hand down Joey’s chisel 8 pack, tracing the deep valleys of the tight abs. “Joey, get on your knees and suck my cock again. You are such a good cocksucker and you love serving cocks, don’t you,” the older man smiled. “Yes, sir,” Joey replied as he knelt on the posh rug and opened his mouth. Before last night, the masculine straight stud would never have sucked another man’s cock. Now Joey couldn’t get enough of it. Joey moaned in pleasure as his goatee framed mouth and lips wrapped around the cock. The stranger gripped his stylish cut blonde hair and began to pound the back of Joey’s throat. Joey's head began to bobbed over the cock while coating it with drool and saliva. He had no thoughts or concerns about being straight and sucking a cock. Joey’s mind was only blissfully focused on pleasuring the man before him. Joey’s mind began to remember what the stranger told him last night while Joey was bent over the restroom sink counter, “muscle boys like you and your friends are for serving and pleasing older men. Your thick, sculpted muscles didn’t make you an alpha but made you merely a beautiful object for older men to possess and enjoy. It is so blissfully good not to have to think, just do as you are told and use your sexy body to pleasure the real men.” Joey was so hard in his boxer-briefs. His cock wanted to be free but Joey knew his own need to cum was now secondary to his need to serve his master. He always had been aggressive and uncaring to his female partners' needs. Those bitches were merely a form of release for the arrogant beautiful jock. Now Joey was experiencing the receiving end and for the first time enjoyed being the lesser, submissive one. He looked up at his master with his blue eyes, seeking approval from the older man that towered over him. “Good boy, such a good boy,” the master stroked Joey’s head as if he was petting a puppy. Joey grew more blissfully relaxed at the praise. Finally the master pulled him off the cock by his hair. “You want me to fuck that exquisite ass again,” the master smiled down at the rugged handsome face, while stroking his drool cover cock over Joey’s chisel face. “Yes, master,” Joey’s voice was deep and masculine but filled with devotion and obedience. His master pulled Joey to his feet. The boxer-briefs felt so restrictive around Joey’s throbbing cock, that he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled them down. His veiny cock popped free, throbbing, begging to cum. Joey pulled the underwear down his long muscle packed legs and stepped out of them. The master then placed his hand on Joey’s exquisitely developed ass and led the muscle god back into the bedroom. Joey’s ass was truly a work of art. The smooth, flawless ass cheeks look like they belong on a statue of a Roman or Greek hero or god, sculpted from the finest marble. The cheeks were large and firm, flawless. The master ran his hand up the shredded, muscular back sending Joey deeper under his control. Once back into the elegant bedroom, he guided Joey over to the bed. This time Joey obediently crawled into the soft bed. He pushed his muscular ass into the air as the older man approached him. The master’s dried cum was still crusted around Joey’s broken manpussy. The once tight hole was now slightly puffy from being pounded most of the night. Joey spread his legs wide to invite the stranger to once again mount him. The older man smiled and crawled behind the big muscle stud. Aiming his fat cock at the deflowered manhole, the master guided it between the sculpted buttocks and into the anal canal. “Fffuck,” Joey groaned as he once again felt the cock pushing into him. Joey never realized how good it felt to be dominated by another man like this. The cock felt so huge inside him, stretching him open. Yet his own cock remained rock hard. Once he was deep enough, the older man eased out and then thrusted back in, causing the muscle god to moan loud and deep. The master grabbed Joey’s massive, mountious shoulders and began to pound Joey’s ass. Joey’s eyes rolled into his head as his whimpering and moans of pleasure filled the room. Without pulling out of Joey, his new master flipped the muscle bound stud over onto his back. The look on Joey's face as he was getting dominated and feeling only pleasure was intoxicating. The older man ran his hands over and up the massive thighs, feeling how powerful and shredded they were as he pounded in and out of the once virgin manpussy. The master wrapped one of Joey’s muscular legs around his waist while throwing the other on his shoulders. He couldn’t resist from turning his head and licking and kissing the well developed leg while he continued to ram deep into Joey. Joey’s mind was pluddy as slowly his previous life as a straight alpha stud faded. He had no concern or worries about being another man’s bitch. It felt to Damn good, his mind was telling himself. The master leaned in with his cock deep inside Joey, bending the muscle stud in half. He pushed Joey’s knees up to his pecs as the master leaned in to suck on the massive pecs. Joey’s cock was flat on his 8 pack leaking pre-cum between the deep chisel valleys. The master then pulled away and looked Joey right into the eyes, their mouths only inches apart. “Cum for me now,” the master’s voice was deep and dominating. “Yess, sirrr,” Joey moaned and threw back his head and grabbed the sheets in his fist. He cum hard as the cum went flying between them, some landing on Joey’s face. As Joey came his ass muscles milked the master’s cock and quickly the older man followed, filling his latest muscle boy slave. By noon, Joey woke again to the feeling of the older man’s cock deep inside him. The thickness inside him felt comforting and good. The once straight alpha boy purred and pushed his bubble ass backwards.