Giving A Piece of Yourself
Added 2022-10-20 23:17:24 +0000 UTCWe first met in the gym locker room. He eclipsed me with his towering size and his bulging muscles and he quickly caught me staring in awe. I couldn't tell if he wanted to beat me to a pulp, or fuck me silly. I guess it was a bit of both. We soon entered into an unusual relationship. One in which took full control of me. I was his plaything, his servant, his slave. I didn't want to be treated in such a harsh manner, but the attention he gave me was intoxicating. Somewhere deep down, I think I envied him, and wished our roles reversed. That's when things took a strange turn.
One day after a long "play" session, I looked up at him and noticed he looked smaller, his face more youthful. He know longer seemed as sure as himself as he tried to establish dominance over me. Somewhere deep inside, I found myself growing stronger, more confident. It was like with each strike of the belt and each stroke of the dick, he gave a piece of himself to me. And I consumed that piece hungrily.
Eventually I absorbed so much of me that at the end of the session, his giant body suit started peeling off, and he looked up at me with reverence and called me sir. I flexed the muscles I had obtained and looked down at him and smiled. It was time to put him in his place.
