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Dominating Sven

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Dominating Sven

Sven was a handsome Swede with bright blond hair and a muscular body made me weak in the knees.

Wherever he went heads turned. First they saw how tall Sven was and then they marveled at how handsome he was. The next reaction was either intense excitement or total revulsion, there was no in between. 

Those that were excited threw themselves at his feet. Those that felt revulsion couldn’t fathom why anyone would want that much muscle. The latter of the groups were the same people that loved Michelangelo’s muscular men—go figure. I guess they saw the drawings as great art!

I fall into the first category. I saw his thickly muscled arms and his massively built chest and I was ready to offer to worship his body. I wouldn’t have expected him to notice me in the sea of people but as he worked the stage he stopped and looked directly at me. A look of shock crossed his face and then he recovered. Hands were reaching up and tucking dollar bills into his posing suit after they touched him or ran a hand over his body. While still making eye contact he flexed his biceps and rolled his hips as he pivoted toward the men behind him.

My hands hung at my sides and the five dollar bill I had in my fingers seemed so inadequate for the privilege of touching that 6’8” 370 pounds of raw muscular perfection. He did a quarter turn so I saw him in profile. My jaw dropped. His lovely assistants were stuffing bills into cloth bags almost as fast as it gathered in the skimpy posing suit. The bouncers were doing their best to keep the crowd orderly and a big burley guy in black suggested to the guys in front that they move to give other guys a chance. I moved closer to the stage.

Sven did another quarter turn and did a most muscular at me. He straightened, walked right up to me, and knelt on the stage before me. I looked up and up and up before I saw him smiling down at me. He took my left hand by the wrist and he ran my hand down his body. He grabbed the hand holding the money and stuffed that hand deep inside his pouch right next to his cock. My knuckles dragged against his shaft when I released the bill. He snapped his fingers and a gold colored doubloon was handed to him. He kissed the coin and slipped the coin deep into my briefs until it nested against the base of my erection. Several people around me gasped as they pawed his body. Sven turned and strutted toward the next nest of worshippers.

Nobody noticed when my knees buckled and I slumped to the floor. I knelt there sitting on my heels as the crowd surged all around me toward the huge bodybuilder on stage. My hands were numb and my mind was blown. I felt my body being lifted by one of the bouncers in black. He dragged me to the back of the room and sat me in a chair before he shoved a bottle of water at me. He saw something he didn’t like up by the stage and I saw him tap a patron on the shoulder. He spoke in the guy’s ear intimidating him into good behavior.

I stood and walked toward the exit where it was cooler. From there I could see Sven strutting and performing his seductive moves on the stage. His two twinks were snatching bills from the floor as well as from his person. Some patrons handed him handkerchiefs with money attached so he could hand back some muscle sweat. I dug in my pants and pulled out the souvenir aluminum coin not knowing what it meant. I pulled the string-like cord out and hung the coin around my neck. I had come to my first muscle worship show and now I could go home and return to being the alpha male in my circle. I had not only met a fellow alpha I had my muscle worship fantasy fulfilled (and exceeded) by the biggest and the best muscle giant in the world.

The instant I walked out into the cool night air a bouncer guided me to the back of the building. I thought I had done something wrong and began to go all alpha on him until I found myself standing before Sven who was now dressed in sweats. He smiled at me and shook my hand.

“You are fucking beautiful,” Sven said with awe in his voice. “Would you do me the honor sir?” he asked with respect for me, the superior alpha. I pulled him closer and ran my thumb over his lips and he fully submitted to me before he led me to his limousine. “You posted a picture of yourself on ALPHA.com the other night in front of some treadmills and I’ve been having these fantasies…”

“Really,” I said flatly as the doors closed.

“You… dominated me and fucked me… repeatedly,” he said like a submissive beta. I sat there and smiled as we drove toward his place. I grabbed his chin and there was shock and awe in his eyes.

“So you are prepared to submit to me?”

“Yes sir,” he whimpered. I pressed my lips to his giving him one of the most passionate kisses he had ever experienced and he melted into the seat.

“You better not cum,” I growled. He groaned and crossed his legs to prevent his orgasm.

  He sat there stunned, almost like a deer in headlights.

“Sven, from the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you,” I whispered seductively into his ear.

“Have me,” he repeated robotically. “We can’t… not here.”

“No not here. When I take you you’ll be naked. I’ll be the one removing every stitch of clothing. I’ll be the one washing your body in the shower.”

He moaned and was about to say something but I shut him up with another mind numbing kiss, the kind that makes your knees go weak and your resolve disappear.

The power I felt in his arms was incredible, but the sheer force of my personality was enough to make even a muscleman forget how easily he could overpower me with sheer physical force.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I want you to know you are a fantasy come true,” he said softly when we pulled apart. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening. The muscle stud was a total bottom boy. I knew exactly what to say and when to say it. I have dealt with bottom boys for years but this was no ordinary beta boy. I knew he was more than a receptacle for my seed. I knew he could fulfill my secret desire to worship his colossal muscles. The limo stopped and the driver was coming around to open the door.

“Sven, have you ever been taken hard, I mean really hard and totally ravished by someone like me?” 

All he could do was whisper, “N-no, never.”

The door opened and he deferred and let me exit first. I knew he had to adjust his super hard cock. As we walked toward his apartment he held a jacket in front of his bulge.

“Turn around, Sven,” I said softly as we entered his place. “Face away from me and lean against the wall with your hands,” I ordered. He offered no resistance as I lifted his sweatshirt over his head. I left it at his wrists like a pair of handcuffs. 

“W-what are you going to do to me,” he stammered, while trying to look back over his shoulder.

“You’ll find out in a minute. Look straight ahead,” I demanded with a light slap to the side of his head. I could hear him breathing hard in anticipation. I couldn’t let him know how intimidated I was by the massive physique I was about to worship. I knew he had recently competed in a bodybuilding contest and he was still shredded. I ran my hands around him and tweaked his nipples.

“Oh sir,” he groaned at what was happening as well as the prospect of what was about to happen.

“Are you ready, Sven,” I asked quietly as I pressed my body against his back. 

“R-ready for what,” he gasped. “You still haven’t told me what you want with me?” 

“Sven, Sven, Sven, you disappoint me, didn’t you know what I meant when I said I was going to take you?” 

“I’m not sure,” he said weakly. “Please tell me sir.” I remembered how he almost orgasmed when I described what I was going to do to him when we were alone.

“Let me get this straight, you’re not sure what my motives are, is that right?”  

“T-that’s correct sir. Please sir, be more specific.” 

I knew he wanted me to go into great detail about how I was going to use his body but I didn’t have time for that.

“Is this more specific,” I whispered as I rubbed my hard cock against his ass crack and my hands found his hard dick. “Don’t you dare cum!” I growled. His body was trembling uncontrollably and there was a huge spot of pre-cum on his pants. “I promised to strip you naked,” I said and with a quick jerk I pulled his sweat pants and jock down around his ankles leaving his hand and feet cuffed, almost totally naked, and vulnerable. 

I ran my fingers between his muscular buns and felt the nub of a butt plug.

“Well, well, well, it seems you knew what I wanted all along. Is that lube leaking out around the plug?”  I began fucking his ass with the butt plug.

“Oh, fuuuccckkk,” he moaned. “Please sir k-keep doing that, it feels so good.” 

“This,” I said incredulously as I tossed the plug aside. “That’s nothing, feel this,” and with a hard shove, I rammed my entire cock deep inside of his well lubed hole. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. “F-f-fuck me harder, ohhhhhhh that feels so good, I’ve never…”

“You’ve never what,” I asked softly. 

“I’ve never had a dick like yours before,” he said while panting hard. “I’ve never felt so full before, so full of cock, and so hard and thick. Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please sir, I think I’m gonna cum, sir. F-fuck me harder.” 

“You’ll cum when I tell you to cum,” I snarled.

I began ramming my erection in and out like piston, hard and fast without missing a beat.  Of course my orgasm was going to be one for the ages but I knew he was losing control when his ass started to clamp down on my shaft.

“Cum,” I barked in his ear. I grabbed his cock and stroked him once before cupping my hand to catch his jizz.

“Siiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr!” he yelled as his ass clamped down on my cock now buried deep in his ass. That was all it took for me to start blasting his guts with my cum.

As my cock started to soften and pull out he fell on his knees. I pulled his head up by his hair and planted another passionate kiss on his lips. I pulled the shirt from his arms and ordered him to get in bed. I stepped on his sweatpants and he pulled his feet free. He practically dove into bed. I knelt between his legs and began running my hands over his massive physique. My cock responded and I fucked him missionary style, doggie style, and in every position I knew.

We slept briefly and then we showered together. I teased him mercilessly before I allowed him to start washing my body. He complimented my physique even though he was twice as muscular as I am. His cock was hard and throbbing as he washed my cock and balls.

“I was wondering if I had the chance to have this monster cock everyday if I could take it,” he said as I touched his body with my shaft. “After my third, or was it my fourth orgasm… as my last orgasm plowed through me, I knew the answer. You just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there,” he promised. 

Cum was still running out of his ass as I plunged my hard cock in one final time before midnight; right there in the shower.

I had my way with him again during night and in the morning I fucked the hungry bottom boy again before I dressed to leave. He knelt before me still naked and handed me a business card.

“Please come back,” he begged.

“We’ll see,” I said as I looked down at him. Then I simply walked out and stepped into the waiting taxi.

 

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