Mark did have a nice condo. He was making bank on OnlyFans. Gave him lots of time and resources to spend at the gym hunting bros for his stable. Like Dylan here. Big, dumb, horny. Easy to seduce, easy to manipulate.
Dylan didn’t wanna get down at the gym, so Mark invited him home. The privacy and intimacy of his luxurious bachelor pad was a great place to bring down the defences of a “straight” guy who wanted nothing more than to have another dude’s lips wrapped around his manhood. Except, maybe, to have another dude’s asshole there instead.
They’d get to that. For now, he’d give this lunk the best blowjob of his life and wait till he got a text asking for a second go. Such a text was inevitable.
Mark just gave up his hole to this gym daddy and now he’s getting the usual spiel.
“You tell anyone about this, you’ll fucking regret it!” “I don’t wanna see your fag ass around here again, slutting it up like some dirty whore!” “Just cause I fucked you don’t make me gay. Let’s get that fucking straight!”
Sure thing, daddy. Mark might’ve believed it if this wasn’t his third time round the racetrack.
Poor closeted daddies hopped up on roids and desperate to bust.
The stud showing off for his alpha. He had so much potential, and Alpha brought it out, just as he brought out his true sexuality. Now Alpha tops his gorgeous boy every night before sending him out into the world to fuck all the pussy, bussy and mouth he wants. Like a man on his own alpha path.
Daddy patiently listens to your excuses why you can’t take his dick. That’s “gay”, and you’re “straight.” You’re lucky he is so patient. A less patient man would have given up on your closeted nonsense a while ago. Since despite being “straight”, you can’t stop worshipping this great man. That’s a normal masculine impulse; a healthy respect for alpha men, and a natural androphilia that makes men stronger, not weaker. Daddy’s an alpha, and he wants to shepherd other gay men – even the tediously closeted ones – towards a more alpha expression of their manhood.
So, for now he’s satisfied with blowjobs, cause you’re hot and eager and Daddy likes a challenge, but every man’s patience has its limit.
This fucking roided stud is everything you ever wanted… for your wife. He starts the night off showing off as your little dick thrills, before he fireman-carries your wife to your marriage bed and pounds her till she’s screaming.
The best bit is getting to suck up his huge creamy load as it gushes from her cunt when he’s finally done. Though you also appreciate that he clogs your toilet with a massive dump and pisses all over your sofa.
And all that for only a grand?! You’re one lucky little faggot… or, your wife’s one lucky lady, you mean.
Mark will always go for the alpha. He likes a broad swathe of men, but he can never resist the lure of a king. Watching this 250lb slab of testosterone completely dom the fuck out of some bitch on the gym floor tells Mark everything he needs to know.
It will take a few weeks of seduction, but sure enough, this alpha will end up in Mark’s bed slam-fucking his well-honed fuckhole into oblivion. And if alpha wants to sit his magnificent ass down on Mark’s face – this time bare – then Mark will have no qualms. Rimming a slab of testosterone until he can’t take it anymore and busts a huge nut is one of his specialities.
Ah, gym bros. Mark was well acquainted with their ways. Dustin here had started buggering him a few weeks back. It made him chuckle to think they were in control. That they had a handle on the situation. Mark was in control. Completely. Any ground given was ground he could recover at a moment’s notice. He played the part of a submissive gay boi for the men who needed the cope. It only mattered that Mark got his prize: the rich creamy dessert. The ends justified the means.
And the slurring? It pissed him off when done without his consent, but when a dude “earned” the right to say it – when he really topped the shit out of his bussy – he could let it slide. He knew that a lot of closeted men slurred the objects of their attraction to deflect their own insecurities. Freudian and irritating, but typical. As if this hunk of douche was any less of a “fag” with his dick firmly up Mark’s beautiful, manly ass.
It’s late, close to midnight. Mark’s back at Sparta for the third time today cause where else would he be? And he’s all but alone with this beast. Huge and rippling, sweating and topless, lifting dangerously heavy weights and screaming out as he does; this is the man for Mark. Now is his time to serve.
So he approaches. Wearing his best slut-stud gear – stringer vest to reveal his nipples, shorts with a 4-inch inseam that hug his donk, and a backwards cap to make sure this alpha knows Mark’s intentions – he meets the alpha’s eye. He gives him his best good boi attitude. A boy’s frown and a pouting lip; Mark looks like a puppy you’ve just scolded.
“Hey,” says Mark.
The alpha looks him over, breathing heavy from his last set. “Cocksucker?” he says.
Mark’s eyes light up and he nods.
Without hesitation, the alpha stomps to Mark’s side and gives his body a proper examination. His large, unfettered hands molest Mark’s ass and he only sticks his butt out further to give the man full access.
“You get fucked too?” he says. His voice is bass-deep.
“Oh yeah,” says Mark. “Anything you want, bro. Anything.”
“Is that right?” His eyes continue their exploration. He pulls Mark’s shorts down to reveal his strapped ass and he digs around Mark’s hole to make sure it’s worth his time. It is.
“Most of the cocksuckers who hit on me aren’t as fuckable as you,” he says.
Of course, Mark loves that.
“Go wait in the locker room. I’ll finish my session then come fuck you.”
“Fuck yeah, bro.”
The alpha swats his ass. “I’m not your bro. What I’m about to do to your pussy I’d never do to a bro. You call me sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
And Mark leaves for the locker room, rock hard in his jock. The fact that the alpha insisted on finishing his session only makes Mark more infatuated. It would soon be his time to serve, and he was gonna do whatever he could to make sure this king came back for more.
Mark’s gym daddy (one of them) strutting around with his usual confidence. Earned, clearly. Mark was enjoying the view while daddy was on the step-machine. He’s a total top to Mark and his other boys, but he’s got the glutes of a young god. Mark would bet money that some dom top is making good use of that daddy hole, and would think it a damn shame if he wasn’t.
Maybe Mark could be that dom top. Good bois aren’t necessarily bottoms and cocksuckers. Sometimes, the best thing a man can do to serve is to top. Maybe Mark will get a piece of that daddy hole.
Ari might be the biggest bro in Sparta. He has the genetics for it, plus 15 years of roids and bulking and lifting with an intense singularity that’s left him the envy of every bro there. And he has a secret shame.
Ari’s a bottom.
A total submissive nelly bottom who just wants another man to put him in his place. He wants to be called a faggot. He wants to be spat on. He wants to drink a man’s piss. He wants a group of bullies to tie him up and force him to lick their asses while they laugh and jeer. He wants pain. He wants humiliation. He wants a real alpha to find out who he really is, and exploit it. He wants to be conquered.
The muscles are all bravado; armor against any personal or social presumption that he’s not man-enough. He had the genetics for it, and he leaned in. Ari looks like a super strong bull, but he feels like a frightened mouse.
And Mark’s happy to oblige his submissive desires. Ari’s got an ass to match those legs. Huge and powerful and completely intoxicating. And Mark enjoys shoving his dick into it as hard as he can while he calls Ari a dumb little fag.
He’d give the bull after-care if he was allowed. But once Ari’s has his fill of dom cock, he’s out of there. You won’t catch this bro kissing another bro. That shit’s gay, dude.
Even total bottom cocksucking submissive fags like Ari fall prey to the same delusions and mental stasis that forces men in their millions to claim they’re not attracted to men.
Whatever. Mark’s not here to change the world. He’ll let Ari have his secret shame and just enjoy playing with his unbeatable body. That ass though, bruhs, fuuu~
Mark’s first meeting with Bruno at Sparta was an unforgettable experience. He got one of the best fuckings he could remember. He was left hunched over in the sauna, splayed and cummy and sweating; head mince from being in bottom-space. He’d assumed Bruno’s dick was off-limits – a strange thing for my boi to assume. But so spectacular was Bruno that Mark truly believed himself unworthy. But not so. Now, he and Bruno are regular fuck buds.
Mark loves spending a Saturday night at Bruno’s penthouse pad. The bro is 40, Brazilian, and a total top. Total top. The type of gay dude who won’t even let himself be rimmed. Which is a pity, cause that hunk has an ass worthy of worship. Almost as nice as Mark’s.
Almost.
Mark’s still recovering from Bruno’s first dicking down of the evening. He’s smoking a joint trying to relax, psyching himself up for round two. Cause Bruno always comes back for round two. Poppers will help. Though against a thirty minute, 2nd load pounding from Bruno’s 9-inch Brazilian cunter, poppers might be a necessity.
Out on the balcony, he gives Mark a little glimpse of what he can’t have. What’s off-limits. Bruno likes his cheeky little teases. He knows Mark’s desperate to get his tongue in there, if not his cock. But Bruno hates it. He’s pretty toxic, to be honest. Thinks bottoming is for lesser men. Cocksucking too. It’s beneath him. Doesn’t bother Mark. He makes room in his life for all his beautiful bros. Tops, bottoms, givers, takers, the selfish, the selfless – Mark begrudges none of them. Bruno waggles his butt back and forth, snaps a little wink to Mark, then comes back in to fuck him silly with his huge Brazilian dick.
