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-From Part 3 / Buff Gym Bitch 01-
"You want a body like this? A real man's body?"
"Yesssss," Red sucked in his breath, closing his eyes. He dropped the pretense, and the towel, and thoroughly ran his hand up and down the outline of my erection.
"There's a gym back at my place, only a few blocks from here. I've got just the program for you."
Bitch Boy Breaker - Chapter 4 - Buff Gym Bitch 02 -
The city was starting to come to life as I escorted Red and his juicy muscle butt back towards my apartment. People on their way to grab breakfast, meet a friend, or off to work started popping up along the avenues and streets between the gym and my place. Two things became quickly apparent to me while we did this: Red was definitely a fag, and he was still somewhat in the closet.
"Like how those construction workers look, do you, boy?" I inquired after seeing Red, not as stealthily as he thought, check out a group of men working on the road near the gym.
"Wha- N- no." Red's cute freckled face blushed. He wasn't a very skilled liar, at least to anyone but himself. After we'd gone half a block, he finally came up with the pathetic excuse of, "That one dude had ridiculous lats though.... that's all."
Red did, frequently, almost slavishly, pay attention to other men's bodies. I especially caught him checking out my thick, hairy legs and my broad shoulders while we walked, mostly in silence. But it wasn't just me. Construction workers, a businessman, dudes out jogging. Red was a horny little faggot... he just didn't know it yet.
"I mean, yeah: girls, guys, whatever." After I'd pushed him to verbalize his sexuality, he came up with that lame line.
"Yeah, and I'll bet they all love getting after that juicy ass of yours," I swatted a hairy paw across Red's rear. He yipped and jumped in the air, brightening in shock. A beefy jock reacting like that... I knew the ginger muscle teen's ass was going to be sensitive to what was in store for it.
"Dude, back off, there are people watching!"
Red was in the closet, he didn't want people knowing that he 'fooled around' with other guys. He was right, though, people were watching. Red's exercise pants hugged his hips, straining tight over the plump ridge of his bubble butt. It was obscene, really. And people were watching us, but in Red's case, they were mostly scoping out his ass. The prominence of his derriere was only accented by how lean the redhead's torso was.
"And I never bottomed," Red grumbled, looking around like he was the subject of some kind of espionage.
"Have." I corrected him. "Yet," I added to myself. I texted ahead to Charm, telling him to get a few things ready in the apartment building gym. I had almost thought it would be good for Red to meet the blonde bitch I'd already broken in earlier that day... but I thought better of it. For all his muscle-bound appearance, Red was skittish, nervous. He was comfortable with me... and he thought of himself as bi, and a top, at that.
No, I knew I needed to play this 1-1... but only just so... My dick throbbed and pulsed at the thought of popping open the muscle boy's cherry; I knew it was going to be a hard, tight affair...
"This is it," I gestured up the walkway toward my apartment building. "I've got equipment upstairs, too, of course... but we don't want anybody getting the wrong impression about us, do we?"
"Uh, yeah, right," Red looked like he was almost going to back out. God, something about physically fit, muscular teens in the grip of panic and indecision... it's like a particularly well-shot scene in a horror flick. The palpable nervousness, the growing edge of their discomfort, that uncertainty overriding the hunk's well-toned athleticism, his jacked-up ego...
"The building gym's in the basement," I told Red, leading the way. "Not too many people use it, it's... a little modest."
The building gym was a shit hole. Tucked away beyond the dingy laundry rooms, the claustrophobic space was less a gym than a forgotten carved out space in the foundation's concrete. Damp, moldy, and cluttered with haphazard equipment, and a filmy, unleveled mirror, I hadn't been lying when I said it was hardly ever used. In fact, it was off limits to only myself and the super (a little arrangement owing to his weakness for young, effeminate Latino sissies).
Charm had gone ahead and unlocked the room, tidied it up while dropping off the lube and tools I figured would be useful in plying Red into losing that anal cherry of his. In fact, Red was scowling so hard at the condition of the basement, thinking maybe he'd walked into a setup (which was true), that he almost jumped out of his sneakers when he saw Charm in the tiny, messy basement gym.
"Oh why hello!" Charm, always the performer, put on a radiant smile and fake surprise at our appearance. "Me no know you use downstairs gym today. Charm just finishing up he exercise."
Charm was lying, at my bequest, of course. However, the tall, leggy Thai streetwalker was wearing tight gym shorts, brightly colored gym shoes, and a loose 'Pride' tang-top. Making sure to bat his eyes at Red, Charm sauntered over with long steps that drew the muscle boy's eyes to his shapely, shaved legs.
"I, uh- I'm. Uh..." Red was so taken in by Charm that he didn't notice when I scooped up a bag Charm had left just inside the room, nor when I closed the door behind us.
"Charm, this is Red. Red, this is Charm." I did the introductions instead, clapping my hand on Red's chiseled back and giving him a fatherly squeeze. I shook my head and, borrowing from a playbook we'd run together a few times, said to Charm, "I'm glad to see you in here, you good for nothing bitch. You've been getting fat. You know I don't tolerate sissy cunts that don't look perfect."
In earnest, only the part about Charm gaining weight was a lie. As for the language, well, like most subservient bitch boys, Charm was turned on by verbal degradation.
"You don't lose another ten pounds, I'm kicking your faggot ass out on the street. You got that?" Red was shocked by my tone, the words. "Now come over here and greet me properly, you bitch!" The ginger was staring at the (orchestrated) scene with mouth agape.
Charm, lowering his gaze, came close and knelt down on the concrete floor in front of me and Red. His smooth, tanned legs caught the fluorescent light as he got down on his knees, stared up at me beseechingly and recited the phrase I had taught him front to back so many times. "Welcome home, Master. Charm is yours to command. Do with me as you please."
I spat on his forehead and slapped him across the face.
"Jesus!" Red jumped in shock. Charm's little boy clit stiffened to its pathetic maximum.
"Thank you, Master," Charm obediently moved his hair out of his face, in case I wanted to smack or spit on him again. "Thank you."
"Get upstairs and make me a protein shake. Extra supplement." I commanded Charm without looking at him. "I want some Soma and some Amph, too." I was sizing Red up instead. His puzzled look told me what I had suspected. "Boy, you want some, too?"
"Uh, I, Uh... Yeah, sure." Red wasn't fully sure what he was agreeing to, but that was part of the game. Soon he would learn to leave most of his decisions to real men like myself; he wouldn't even need to be asked in the future.
"For the boy, too," I ordered. Then I made like I was about to strike Charm. "Go on! Hurry up, you useless piece of shit! Don't just sit there!"
"Yes, Master!" Charm scurried to his feet. To anyone else, he was shaken, scared. To me, I knew he was exhilarated at being in on the deception I was conducting. Charm, as practiced, sent a great deal of meaningful eye contact Red's way as he left, as he had the entire time since this 'accidental' first encounter.
Red and I were left all alone. Blinking, undoubtedly still replaying in his head the scene he had just witnessed, Red started to speak up. "What... that... you..."
"Thought you said you'd topped before, boy," I emphasized the last word as I put my hand, the same that had just slapped Charm across the face, on Red's broad shoulders. Jumpy, he tensed, but made no move to remove it. "You never fuck a sissy faggot before after all?"
"I. I HAVE!" Red shot back. "But, like, dude, the things you were saying..."
I squeezed the muscles in Red's shoulder, silencing him. In an even, calm voice, I said, "You've got a lot to learn, boy. That's how you treat faggots. They like it. Hell, they LOVE it. Having a real man, a strong, powerful, alpha man boss them around, tell them what to do and how to do it... bitches live for that."
Red's green eyes blinked as he tried to process it. "I mean, in porn, yeah. But it just seems wild. He- They actually like it?"
I chuckled, like I was letting him in on a secret between equals... when I was really just showing him a preview of his place. "Think of it like this: you know how you enjoy feeling that soreness after a good gym session?"
"Yeah..."
"It's like that. It might hurt, too. Hell, did you see the way I slapped that sissy across his face? It's painful, for sure. But then, and you know how it is with working out, you start to love that pain, the exertion during a workout, the soreness the day afterwards."
"Yeah," Red was starting to get it. He was subconsciously correlating sexual submissiveness with the habit he'd already caved into long ago- connecting his exercise addiction to his future beta boy addiction.
"Besides, I'm not superior just to gently hold it back. Bitches like it when a man shows off his real power, his strength, when he can be reminded of the difference in their ability, in their manliness. They worship MEN after all, right?"
"Right," Red repeated. "Right."
"And, right? It's especially excruciating the first time. Dude, the night I first had that little piece of Asian fuck hole... Can you imagine? The shouting and the crying, the way he struggled?"
Red shivered, like a good piece of fresh meat. I'd been working his muscles under my hand while showering him with perverse descriptions, now I had my arm draped all over him, taking the much smaller redhead under my wing. I was in his ear now, in his head, and so I whispered:
"You curious what that would feel like?"
Without thinking, body afire with desire and hormones, his muscles taut and on edge from head to toe, Red answered without really thinking what the question meant: "Yeah."
"You're gonna love it, kid." I nuzzled his face with mine, the smooth skin soft under my facial hair. "Your whole life has been leading up to this." I snaked my other hand down and around the ginger muscle boy's hips, squeezing him close, my hand making its way to the curves of his incredible ass. "Once you get a taste of it, you're gonna want to spread this fat juicy ass for --"
"Wait, what? N- no!"
Red pushed away, like I knew he would. He protested. He said I had him all wrong. He wasn't gay. Okay, well, he wasn't a bottom! (Not yet~) I'd misunderstood him. I shouldn't get the wrong idea. He was shocked by how I'd treated Charm. That was all!
"So, what? You trying to say you have a crush on my bitch? Is that it?" Folding my arms over my chest, I stood between Red and the only exit. That was the first time I ever saw him truly scared; he'd been awed and filled with admiration, but this was different. "You wanna fuck my little Asian sissy boy?"
"I, uh, I..." Red wasn't sure what the best move was. He stalled. The boy knew, if it came down to a physical altercation between the two of us, it was going to end poorly for him. "I..."
"C'mon, boy," I stepped forward provocatively. "Don't lie to me."
"... ... ... Yeah."
"Say it, boy."
"I... I... I wanna fuck-"
"Hahaha! Well, why didn't you just say so!" Bursting into booming laughter, I startled Red even further by jumping forward and putting him in a playful headlock. "You horny little stud! Haha!"
"Hah hah..." Strained, Red's laughter was nervous.
"Hahah..." I kept Red in the headlock longer than necessary, longer than 'playful'. Bent over, his corded shoulder muscles bulging and his thick ass jutting out behind him, I almost just raped him right then and there. But where would the fun be in that?
"Okay, boy, let's make it interesting then." I let Red out of the headlock. He looked at me warily, straightening his exercise shirt, still all intimidated.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'll let you fuck Charm... if you can beat me." Red's face went from joyous anticipation to gutted disappointment. Young and athletic though he was, Red was no match for me. He could never beat me... never...
"I... but..." he couldn't bring himself to say that yet.
"Oh, you misunderstand me," I smirked at the ginger muscle boy, a reassuring smile. "I don't mean straight up one on one! C'mon, kid, you're in great shape. But, look at me!"
Red could hardly glance at me. He'd spent enough time checking me out already; he knew he wasn't even close to being on my level.
"I've got almost a foot on you and, what 40 pounds? 50? How much do you weigh, anyway?" I joked with him, set him at ease before I really sprung the trap on him.
"One... 180." Bullshit. The kid was maybe 175 in all his clothes and shoes... I'd make him pay for that, pay in general for acting like he was an alpha when he was a beta.
"Okay, so yeah, I've got 70 pounds on you. So, you know what: we'll go pound-for-pound. How about that? You know what I mean? For example, you do 180, I do 235: you win. We'll make a proper competition out of it. Bench, squats, push-ups, the whole nine yards. We'll get a real sweat in and, yeah, if you win, you get to fuck Charm. Hell, I'll give him to you for the rest of the week!"
Red's confidence was growing. This was really too generous of me. In the gym and fitness world, more weight doesn't correlate to more strength. In fact, in competitions and weight-lifting contests, the smaller guys, like Red, always are stronger when it comes down to 'pound-for-pound'. I'd given him an offer that was almost too good to be true. That's because it was.
But Red, like all young muscle studs, was drunk off of confidence, set in his egotistical ways. The prospect of pussy, of showing off in front of another dominant male, it was all too much for him. Before Red could even think to ask what he was wagering in return, he stuck out his hand, grinned a pearly white smiled, and said, "Deal. Pound for pound? You got it!"
I shook his hand, said, "No, you're going to get it."
Red looked confused, frowned his freckled brow. I didn't release his hand, stared straight into his green eyes. "Pound for pound. You win: you get my Asian for a week. But..." I took my other hand and cupped the muscle cunt's big, fat booty in the palm of my hand. "If I win... when I win, I get to break this tight little ass of yours in."
-end of chapter 04 - "Buff Gym Bitch - 02"
Was setting up for a regular "alpha male fucks muscle bitch", but I've got a lot more in store for this ginger faggot than just that. This stretched out, like his virgin hole undoubtedly will, into a multi-parter. Stay tuned.
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