“Do you know what I do, Mark?” the boy asks me in a dangerous tone. He looks oddly confident in his dirty white tank top. Relaxed even.
"I do," I reply, fidgeting while sitting backward on a chair, feigning casual. It creaks under my substantial weight. I catch myself in the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a tight pair of black underwear. Emotion wells up inside of me. I feel exposed. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable.
To distract myself, I take a moment to survey the dimly lit hotel room. Under the boy's instructions, we are only allowed one lamp with a low watt bulb.
If someone told me, even a month ago, that this would be happening, I would have called them crazy. Suddenly, a wave of skepticism washes over me. I shoot daggers at the young man standing across the room. Is this all a crock of shit?
“Younger than you expected?” he says with a smile. "Don't worry. I'm old enough."
"I honestly didn't know what to expect. I've never hired a prostitute, let alone slept with a man. I hired you based on your… unique skill set."
“That’s what they all say,” he says with a sly wink. “Now, the rules. Over the next hour, I will do whatever I want to you. You won’t get a say in the matter, as I won’t be able to hear you, but you will see and hear everything. My clients say it’s like being topped from the inside. It is very intense. The big guys love it!” He licks his lips as he scans my freakish physique. “I love it, too. Gym rats get me going.”
I blush as butterflies flutter in my stomach. He continues. "And if sex is nothing but an exchange of power, this will be the best fucking exchange of your life. Now let me guess, based on your size, you have always been in control. Am I right?"
Bingo. And that is what makes this so... exciting.
I straighten up in the chair as I furrow my brow, flexing my arms. My instinct when I'm vulnerable is to intimidate others, but his stare remains steady.
“To make sure you fully understand, I want you to tell me exactly what you want from me.”
I clear my throat, then manage, “I want
you to control me... and I want to watch.” A mischievous smile dances across his
face as he pulls his shirt off.
His grin disappears and his eyes narrow. "Walk over to the wall.”
I push myself up off of the chair, accidentally snapping off the top. “Easy, big guy,” the young escort says with a laugh. “You’re going to have to pay for the damages.”
I walk to the wall, then look back, worried. “Is this going to hurt?”
"Hands against the wall," he commands, ignoring my hesitation. I start to protest but realize that this is exactly what I signed up for. "Face away from me. I'm going to push myself in."
Begrudgingly, I turn to the wall and press my hard-earned chest up against the wallpaper. Even with my back turned, I feel his penetrating stare. He’s enjoying his newfound power over me.
I hear his feet patter across the carpet. My nerves start to fray. “Your body will reject me. This is normal, but I'm going to fight like hell to stay inside. Our bodies don't take kindly to foreign objects. Especially other humans."
He catches hold of my shoulders, causing goosebumps to trail down my back. Releasing a hot breath against my temple, he purrs, “Have you ever been fucked before, Mark?”
His question causes my cock to twitch and my adrenaline to surge. “N-n-no. I haven’t,” I stammer, my breath catching in my throat.
His lips graze my cheek as he mumbles, “Then I’ll go easy.” I feel his lips twist into a smirk. “Or maybe I won’t. Spread your legs, big boy.”
My feet slide across the carpet as a hand runs down the ripples of my back. “Fuuuuck,” he moans. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
“Yeah?” I reply coyly, getting into it.
“Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking huge. I’ve never taken anyone this big before. Now take a deep breath and hold it in.”
My lungs expand outward and I tighten my core. I feel a fist press against my spine, like a frustrated thumb digging into a stress ball. It painlessly breaks the surface.
“Don’t exhale until I let you. Even if you get dizzy,” he instructs.
The fingers from his other hand wriggle into what feels like a hole in my back. He stretches it wide, then eases himself inside. The sensation is like being slowly filled with shifting sand.
The skin on my arms stretches tight. With a curious eye, I watch my arms bulge and expand as his fingertips run underneath the surface. His arms slip into my own. Against all reason, my dick grows painfully stiff from this bizarre sight. My fingers itch to stroke it as his fingers invade mine.
His face sinks into the back of my head. My vision goes dark as my muscles spring to life, twitching on their own volition. The open flesh on my back, like a zipper, pulls itself together, sealing him in. I double over as my body begins to collapse in on itself, regaining its' former size.
Now off-balance, I tumble into the wall, attempting to grip something and right myself. My hands refuse to comply.
“Relax,” I hear myself whisper. My voice is hoarse... not quite my own.
Blindness suddenly erupts into a flood of angry crimson. It swirls across my retinas as my face begins to burn, invisible flames licking at my flesh.
I paw at my skin, screaming in terror as I fight the force gaining control of my arms. The burning sensation spreads across my body as I crash onto the carpet.
Unable to move and suffering turbulent tremors, I whimper piitfully until the pain subsides.
Then, as quick as the attack arrived, it dissipates. I feel the dead air of the room, and hear the steady hum of the air conditioner. But as my arms push me up on their own, I realize that I am no longer in control of my body -- and no longer alone in the experience of being... myself.
My eyes blink without my permission, and a king size bed comes into focus. My head turns itself toward the dark bathroom, and my body stumbles into it.
As I enter— or should I say ‘he enters’? — I glance at a small nightlight glowing under the mirror. This little spot of light expands in an instant, and my vision is obscured by a blinding flash of white.
My hands grip the counter for support as the flash subsides. Gradually, the outline of the sink comes into view.
“As you can tell,” the escort chokes out through my knotted throat, “I’m a little sensitive to light. We need just enough to give you a good show.”
He releases a dry cough as he massages my neck. It is stiff and closed up, loyally rejecting foreign control. "Testing, testing... one, two, three..." he sputters as my throat begins to shift on its own, opening up with a quiet crackle. He takes in a series of deep, rattling gasps until my breathing quiets. He hums for a moment, grabbing a foothold in my alluringly low register. "Testing... testing... That sounds about right," then adds with an evil cackle, "Don't you agree, Mark?"
He looks back to the mirror, mesmerized. His eyes widen at the sight of this mountain of muscle. “Fuuuuck,” he moans as he looks down at my expansive body.
Fascinated, I watch him explore my body as if I'm watching a movie. For the first time in my life, I am a passenger in my own vessel -- trapped in a sealed room lined with observation windows.
I can see everything. Feel everything, but I have no control. More alarmingly, I don't know what he's thinking. I can only watch, riddled with anxiety, as my own hands feel me up, abusing my body.
“You are one hot motherfucker,” he sneers. “Did you like the sensation of me stealing your body, you little bitch?”
As he practices cocky poses and feasting on the experience of being me, I realize something new about myself.
Fuck yeah, I like it.
He teases my cock with a light tap. With a jolt, I force my fingers to grasp my hard-on. The escort releases it.
Clucking my tongue, he chides, “All in good time, you naughty little mind-slave! Let’s not be greedy, you agreed to relinquish control. You could give yourself a seizure.”
He grabs a towel and exits the bathroom. Crossing to the full-length mirror, he watches himself strip off my underwear. My body's eyes sparkle as he savors inhabiting my hulking frame.
My inflated cock bobs free of the fabric and my thick musk fills the air. I hadn’t showered for a week, at his request. He runs a fingertip along my shaft, then brings it to my nose and breaths it in.
Fuck! I have never been more turned on.
He reclines onto the floor, pointing my puckered hole toward the mirror. I feel a hand slide underneath my head, propping it up, so I can see myself.
Wickedly, he mutters to our reflection, "Now don't say I've never done anything nice. I don't want you to miss a thing." I feel the blood pumping through my body as our heart rate goes up. This twisted form of self-voyeurism is so sexy and surreal.
He twists his head to sniff me, and heat from my hot pit fans across my cheek. A familiar, overpowering stench hangs in the air.
Our breathing becomes labored as our fingers play with my torso. A fingertip chases a trickle of sweat running downhill between its’ abdominal peaks.
“Oh fuck, Mark,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good.”
My feet plant on the carpet and he starts to pump my hips up and down. He licks a hand; then my slick fingers find my erection, forming a loop for him to fuck.
My other hand slides away from my head to rub against my powerful thighs. Its' muscles, like powerful pistons with each punch upward, strain against my taut skin. Every masturbatory thrust brings a wave of relief and a hunger pang for more. Now only one thought possesses me. A desperate chant, a prayer—
Fuck me. Now.
“Do you like this, muscle boy?” I hear myself snarl. He releases my cock and brings our hands, sticky from pre-cum, to my chest. He massages my pecs with relish. “Look at these fucking meat-tits. These are mine.” He tenses my arms. “These fucking biceps. Mine.” He writhes with pleasure on the soft carpet.
“All the years of hard work in the gym... the injections, the protein shakes. This Coke can of a cock. Mine, all mine.”
My temperature rises as I yearn for a body of my own. Because right about now, I would be spraying cum all over the walls.
His hand travels downward as a fingertip finds my asshole. It swabs the surface. “This virgin hole, roid-boy — this is all mine. Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
He presses my finger against it, feeling the heat. It is clenched tight. He massages it until the stiff ring of muscle gives in, allowing my finger to sink inward.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, and I think, in unison.
He pulls out for a second and sucks on my finger. “You taste so good, baby,” he whimpers, then nestles it back inside me all the way to the last knuckle.
He begins to pump the finger in and out, faster and faster. Shivering with each bump against my prostate.
So this... this is what I've been missing out on? All because of some outdated macho notion about heterosexuality? Good, God! Fucking myself is utter ecstasy. I may never do anything else ever again!
He introduces another digit as my tight hole stretches further. My hips punch upward as I ride my fingers to my hand’s rhythm.
The pressure in my loins build as he plucks the finger out of me. He pushes hard against the carpet, firing up my beastly triceps, then propels me upward onto my knees. He continues to pleasure himself over a towel.
“That was pretty cool,” he admits to the mirror with a smirk. “I love how strong you are.”
My legs begin to shake as a painful climax races up my spine. With a howl, he shoots ropes of my thick, fluffy load. Not once — not twice — but after he catches a glimpse of my entire body suffering an orgasm-induced flex in the mirror, three times. I didn’t even know I could do that!
He laughs as we fall back onto the floor in relief. “I could take a nap right about now! But not yet, little piggy.” He rolls onto my stomach and rises, then wraps the towel dripping with three rounds of cum around my waist.
So he's really into pits, huh?
My cock begins to swell again. He looks back to the mirror and cocks an eyebrow, "Already? Mark, I think I love you." He releases one of my hearty laughs. “Now it’s time for a shower, meat-puppet. We’ve still got a half an hour, and I like to get clean before I get really dirty.”
The water runs hot as he soaps up my massive body while his fingers avoid my throbbing shaft. My asshole clenches as he holds back another orgasm. Damn! We could cum again right now. This is so fucking hot.
He rubs his hand along my inner thighs, playing with my balls and chuckling all the while. Teasing me. Taunting me.
“I know what you want, puppy,” he snickers in my deep voice. “You want another release.”
I wish I could wail. I want to cry out. This feels like edging, but a thousand times worse. He tweaks my nipples and grinds my hips against the heat of the shower’s spray. A gruff rumble of pleasure builds in his throat.
Somehow with him inside of me, I feel full. Complete. It feels... right.
I want to do this again. And again. Maybe even forever.
He turns off the faucet and steps out of the shower, checking himself out in the mirror.
“Fuck!” He cries with desire. “I never get tired of your pretty face." He turns around. "Or this tight ass." His eyes flick to the clock. “Not bad for your first time! Not bad at all. Now you’ve earned yourself a prize.”
And then, there was a knock at the door.
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