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The Bigger They Are, Part 2 (by Richard Pickman)

I'm so fucking mad, thought David Diese as he madly fucked.

He had met the girl underneath him earlier that night. As a bodybuilder, he was used to woman hitting on him and she was no exception. Just over five foot tall, extremely physically fit, she was his ideal type, which only made it better.

After making her intentions obvious, they went back to his place. Before he knew it, they were out of their clothes and she was on her knees, giving him one of the best blowjobs of his life.

Once he was hard and wet, he threw her on his bed and started fucking her. She had cum at least twice already, but he could not. He did not understand why. Every time he felt close, he would lose his erection. Yet only a minute or so later, he was hard and fucking her again.

How long is this going to take, he thought. It's like we've been fucking forever.

He looked over at the bedside clock. Forty-five minutes. It had only been forty-five minutes.

"Yes, yes, oh god you're amazing. I'm gonna, ahhh," She was cumming again. It always made him feel like a stud that he could give a woman that much pleasure. But damn it, it was his turn.

His mind started to drift as his body continued on fucking autopilot. I just want to cum, man, he thought. Just let me cum.

You have to be in control all the time. That's your problem.

Diese looked around hazily. "Who said that?"

No one said anything. I'm just a voice in your head. Maybe your conscience.

Then cum for daddy. Cum like you never have before.

He screamed as what felt like gallons pumped into the girl, with her cumming again at the same time. Drained, he collapsed on top of her.

They stayed like that a while. Eventually she pushed him off enough to roll out from under him. "He said you'd be great and he was right. I've never had that many orgasms in one night." Getting dressed, she continued, "Maybe I'll see you again sometime.

Opening the front door, she said to someone outside, "Thanks. He's all yours."

"Thank you, my dear.' A man's voice. "You've been such a help."

Diese, now on his back, saw what he assumed was the man that had spoken enter his bedroom.

"Just the way I like my men. Big, naked, sweaty and ready for action."

"Hey, I don't swing that way. Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house." He tried to get up, but he was more exhausted from the sex than he realized. He fell back, barely able to move. As he looked more closely, he recognized the man.

"Hey, you're the owner of my gym."

"Very good. I am Alvin Fremont, the owner of your gym. But I'm also much more." Diese heard the voice in his head again. So very, very much more.

"That was you?"

"Yes, it was me. I hope you enjoyed that, since it's the last time you'll be fucking a woman."

"What? Why?"

"Well, because you just realized you're gay."

"Gay? Hey, I'm not gay."

"Are you sure? I think you'll realize you are."

"Wait. No, you're right. I am."

"You are. You've always been. You've just been denying it for all this time."

Now he remembered. The scrawny kid in grade school, when he looked at boys and had feelings that he did not have for girls. Feelings he did not understand.

Early high school, still scrawny, but knowing what those feelings meant. Showering after gym practice, trying not to get a boner from his naked classmates. Deciding to work out, maybe making other guys interested in him the way he was in them. He must have buried all that so deep. His cock, which had softened, began hardening again.

Fremont smiled. The implanted memories were manifesting perfectly.

"You want to fuck a hot muscle ass like the ones at the gym. Like the ones you shower with."

Diese imagined walking into the shower at the gym, pushing one of his fellow bodybuilders against the tile and fucking him with abandon.

"Yeah, I do."

"But why do gay guys love sucking dick and getting fucked? Because cum tastes so good, and it feels so great to have another man's dick inside them."

"Really?"

"Sure. Only a real man can handle getting fucked. You're a real man, aren't you?"

"'Course I am."

"Then what does that mean?"

"I, I want to suck dick. I want to get fucked."

"When I was in your head before, I made you feel how good it was to not be in control. You let me be in control. Now you have no choice but to obey me. But you don't want choice. You want to obey me."

"I do. I want to obey you."

"That's your truth now. What does that make me?"

"Daddy?"

"Good. What does that make you?"

"Your good little boy."

"I'm the sexiest person you've ever known. I make you hornier than you've ever been."

"Horny, so horny."

"And more than anything, you love making me feel good. Sex with me is always better than any sex you have with anyone else."

"I want to make you feel good. Tell me how to make you feel good, daddy. Let me suck your cock. Fuck me, daddy, please. Let me make you feel good."

"Let's start with cocksucking. Get me nice and wet so I can slide right in to that great muscle ass. You'll cum when I cum inside you."

"But I already did, with her."

"No, you didn't. I just made you think you did. Just like I made you my willing and happy slave. And when you cum and feel how fantastic it is, you'll be even more enslaved, if that's possible. Mmm."

Diese had already started working while Fremont was talking.

"Careful with the teeth. That's better. Just think of the best blowjobs you ever had, and do that to me. Yes. Yes. That's good. Careful, don't choke. Take your time. There's no hurry."

Fremont remembered when Diese first showed up at the gym. At twenty, he facially looked like he was still in his teens. His body, however, rivalled that of bodybuilders years older than him.

As he did with all potential new members, they had a private chat in his office. With a little coaxing (verbal and psychic), Diese told him about how he had gotten to this point.

Diese was born in a small European county. He did not know his father, who had died in an accident before he was old enough to be in pre-school. His mother moved to America soon after, to provide better opportunities for the only child. She never remarried.

He was scrawny all the way into high school. When he was not bullied, he was completely ignored. He started working out at the high school gym regularly. He grew and was looked at more favorably, especially by girls. By the time he was ready for college, he decided he wanted to become a professional bodybuilder.

He became a health sciences major and worked out even more intensely. By the time he was twenty, he knew he needed a place to exercise where he could concentrate his efforts.

Fremont had made a point of popularizing his gym as much as possible, the better to attract the biggest and hottest bodybuilders.

When some left to move on to other jobs and other places, they became like preachers of the gospel of Fremont's gym.

The result was people like Diese. Young, with drive and ambition. Fremont saw the progress Diese had made, and could easily imagine how that progress would be even greater under his influence.

Ironically, the stronger willed were easier to change. Fremont encouraged their focus on working on their body, leaving their minds more open to manipulation. Sooner or later, each new member became another majestic muscular steed in Fremont's stable of bodybuilders.

Diese's intense determination allowed Fremont access. Additionally, growing up without a father gave Diese all sorts of unresolved issues that Fremont could use to manipulate the young bodybuilder.

Most of the bodybuilders at Fremont's gym would be implanted with subconscious triggers. This allowed him to have sex with them at any time.

Some of them, however, Fremont wanted to have as more than an occasional treat.

To those select few, Fremont would delve deep in their minds, reshaping them until they could not conceive of anything but pleasing him. The specific details differed from person to person, though it always took a great deal of time, often months. Preserving their individuality, their spark, took extra care.

Fortunately, he had a vast number of what amounted to sexbots to satisfy him during the process. The end result was the same. Abject worship of him and total servitude to him.

Fremont knew after spending only a little time with him that Diese would be one of those select few. Like the others, he did not have sex with the bodybuilder. That was the final part. Over many months he implanted variant memories of a gay childhood Diese had never lived. They were deeply buried, ready to be revealed at the right time.

Now, only a few months after Diese's twenty-second birthday, was the right time.

Knowing the type of girl Diese liked, he found a likely candidate. After showing her pictures of the bodybuilder at various competitions, some psychic coaxing and a touch of bribery, the girl agreed to seduce Diese.

It was said that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. But it was not the only way. His dick was another tried and true method. And for Fremont, it also opened the way to their mind.

Once in the throes of passion, Diese's mind was completely defenseless. Fremont fully infiltrated, speaking to him as his conscience. He carefully led Diese down the path to his own enslavement. After they were face to face, he unburied the false memories. They were the final straws. His total subjugation became inevitable.

Diese had finished slobbering all over Fremont's cock and they had moved to the still sweaty bed. Fremont was on his back, looking up at the bodybuilder standing over him. So much muscle, and all mine to do whatever I want with.

Diese straddled Fremont, kneeling and pushing down until his master was completely inside him. His head fell back, eyes closed, overwhelmed with the fullness he had never felt before. After he recovered, he started moving up and down, squeezing his ass muscles, trying to give his master as much pleasure as possible.

"I love riding your big cock, Daddy."

Fremont smiled.

"Flex for me, son. Pose for me."

Diese raised an arm slowly, curling it. The other soon joined. The biceps and shoulders were like hills rolling across the top of his massive pecs.

Looking up at the ceiling, he moved his hands behind his head, he laced his fingers together.

His lats flared out above his narrow waist like the wings of an angel. Which would make me the devil, thought Fremont, tempting the innocent into debauchery and depravity. The innocent, like the muscular young stud currently riding his dick. With results like this, it was a role he was happy to play.

Diese's chest was flatter now, but his abs starkly stood out. They looked like mountains surrounding a valley, leading down to his belly button and even further down. His curved erection was so hard it was pointing towards his stomach.

"Fuck me, daddy. Make me your muscle bitch. Fill me, daddy, fill me up, all the way."

The sight of the magnificent young bodybuilder obeying his every whim, had been pushing Fremont closer to the edge. Hearing his begging did the rest.

"Cum for me, boy. Be mine forever."

"Oh, daddy, I'm, I'm, ahhh!" Screaming, creamy spurts sprayed over his chest. His ass muscles flexed around Fremont's dick, triggering him to pump over and over into Diese's well worked ass. He grabbed Diese's dick, milking it until he was completely empty.

Both men were breathing heavily, more sweat coming off them to further dampen the bed.

"Your mine now, all mine.' Fremont ran his hands over Diese's chest and up and down the sides.

"Yes, daddy, I'm yours. I'll be yours always, forever and ever."

"Come here." Fremont pulled Diese down so they could kiss. It was long and deep and passionate, just like their fucking.

Yes, thought Fremont, this was a good idea. A very, very good idea indeed.

Some extra gifs of the source

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CAST:

David Diese - David Laid

Note: I hadn't planned on writing more in this universe. The prior story was just a one-and-done. But then I stumbled across a sextape on the interwebs that Mister Laid had made. After seeing it, I wish that it had been at a better angle. However, it did inspire me to write this story. Thank goodness for misspent youth and cell phone cameras. [Link to video search]