Clay Takes Command
Authoritarian, Dominance, Alpha- sub
Part 3
Happy to hear comments or feedback prups@protonmail.com. Really appreciate all the responses to date. So, this installment took me longer to complete than I anticipated- much longer. It also turned out to be long- very long. The good news is, I've completed a full story arc & split this installment into 3 parts. I'll be sending in the posts for parts 4 & 5 over the next week or so. I've also started on the next installment of Clay & Will's story & I have a prequal story sketched out that follows Will's college years. No promises on a timeframe for those. Hope it was worth the wait & that you all enjoy this part. All rights reserved, including the typos!
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Previously:
When he was satisfied with my work, Clay adjusted his stance and said, "Ok fag, here are some ground rules. Listen up. When I text, you answer immediately. You are to never contact me first. Keep yourself cleaned out and ready. Your new gym regime starts tomorrow, meet me at the Y after work and I will show you the form and sets I expect you to follow. Last thing and- this is the most important- the only time you are to cum is when my dick is in your ass. Do you understand and submit?" Clay said with icy sternness.
He removed his cock from my mouth. I'd been tonguing it as he spoke. I looked up into his deep set, hard brown eyes.
"Yessir, I submit, Clay, to you totally and completely." I said.
"That's my good boy." Clay said as he presented me his index finger and middle finger. I opened my mouth and he pushed them nearly down into my throat. I licked and lapped him. He spread them and pushed against my tongue and then my cheeks.
"Now, I'm going home to fuck my wife." Clay said looking me dead in the eyes as he withdrew his fingers from my still somehow hungry mouth. He dried his fingers on my face and hair, then dressed and left, me still on my knees on the cold hardwood floor of my den in a blissed out daze.
A few minutes after Clay left, I somehow roused myself. I felt like I was in a daze. My mind was fuzzy. I made my way to my shower and let the hot water run over me for a long while, hoping that would clear my senses.
No such luck.
I still felt electrified and seriously in heat. Like I needed another release. My motor was cranked and I was still horny as hell.
"Fuck," I thought as I crashed onto my bed.
I looked over at my phone and my fingers itched to open Grindr and find a quick fuck. But I couldn't, even though I wanted it more than anything. Clay had told me- no that wasn't correct- Clay had ordered me to cum only with his dick inside me. And I was helpless. I had to obey. I was bound to his command.
"Fuck," I said to myself, and the half-whispered half-sobbed, "that only makes me hornier!"
I checked the time. Close to 1am. A wave of exhaustion hit me and that somehow that did finally overpower my horniness. It was a weeknight after all. I'd hit that point in life where a good night sleep mostly beats out other temptations.
I found my weed pen, killed all the lights, and started one of those train-set sleep stories on the Calm app. The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring and sunlight was peaking from the curtains.
As I went through my morning routine, a buzz started humming in my head. I was only 9 or so hours from getting to the gym for my personalized lifting class with Clay at the Y. My cock tingled. Goddam, it was going to be a long day.
And it was. I absolutely slogged through my meetings, calls, and one-on-ones with my staff. But, after seemingly forever, and then suddenly no time at all, it was time to head to the gym. I was practically levitating as I walked up the entrance way.
I made small talk with Jeanne, the elderly lady who worked the check in desk, and then hightailed it to the men's locker room. On my way, I scanned with weight area of the floor hoping to find Clay, but no such luck.
I rounded the curved hallway into the locker room and was greeted with an old guy, buck naked and drying his hair. This was part of the Y that I really didn't like. All the retirees who evidently lived to come to the gym to shower and then hang out in the locker room naked as they shot the shit with other low-ball-sac-hanging senior citizens. Ugh. I'm all for body positivity, but there are limits.
I nodded a polite hello to the old dude- strictly eye contact- and made for a locker on the far side of the room.
I was still scanning for Clay in the locker room, but, again, no such luck. I quickly changed and headed to the cardio section of the floor. I checked my phone and looked around the workout floor. Nothing. I frowned.
I punched in my regular program on the elliptical and started my cardio. I'd chosen the first elliptical in the row, so I was close to the entry. Every time the door opened, I jerked my attention up, hoping to find Clay. Always to no avail.
After 30 minutes of cardio, I began to get a little concerned. I moved on the stretching mat and started, then finished my normal routine. I checked the time and again frowned to myself. Maybe Clay ditched me?
Then, just as I was about to give up hope, I heard his deep voice from down the hall. I sat up and watched him walk towards me. He was palming a basketball, his massive hands griping it easily. Clay had on a white, tight-fitting Nike tee, which accentuated his powerful and broad, thick upper body, and navy sweatpants, which accentuated his massive package. His dick- and ballsprint were both obvious and obscene and I was not the only one staring at it. I could see Jeanne open mouth leering at Clay, which made me chuckle.
"Same, girl, same!" I thought, laughing to myself.
Clay had a posse of young guys around him. They must have just finished a pick-up game in the bball court, as they were all slightly sweaty and had that just finished game glow. It was clear they all looked up to Clay, not just because he was a full head taller than any of them. He demanded their attention, and they all gave it up to him. He must have cracked a joke, because they all feel out into peals of laughter. The admiration they clearly had for him made my cock tingle. What a man, I thought. This pack of men clearly know who their alpha is.
His fanboys began to break as Clay strode up to Jeanne to check back in the basketball. I could tell she was flirting with him, which made me laugh again. Go get some, Miss Jeanne!
Clay turned and immediately zeroed in on me. I have no idea if he'd seen me watching him or if he could just spot a bottom anywhere in his vicinity. He strode up to me like he owned the place- and me. His deep-set brown eyes shown an intensity as he leered at me as he approached.
He'd not shaved today, so his lower cheeks and lantern jawline were covered in brown stubble. His chestnut brown hair was tussled from his basketball game, with several sweat-soaked strands slicked down, framing his ruggedly handsome face.
"Will, how are you today? Sore from yesterday's workout?" Clay asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
My face reddened and my ass twitched. I swallowed hard. "Yeah Clay, you really put me through my paces yesterday. I'm going to be feeling that workout for a while yet" I said dryly, playing along.
He smiled. I'd pleased him and that made me feel great. I felt a warm wash flood my senses.
"Great, well, step one of your transformation is done. Now we've got to get your body where I think it should be." Clay said. I was astonished we were having this conversation in public. I mean I guess it was innocuous enough, but it still made the earth underneath my feet feel shaky.
"We're going to have to bulk you up some if..." he trailed off. Leaving "...you're going to be able to take a regular ass-pounding from me" unsaid and understood.
"I'm ready" was all I could manage to croak out in reply.
Clay took me over to the free weights and proceeded to completely wreck me with multiple series of lunges (pistol lunges, landmine reverse lunges, curtsey lunges- so many lunges!), squats, and kettlebell swings.
Watching Clay workout was intoxicating. His power was overwhelming. He had to knock me out of my revelry of just watching him several times throughout our workout.
After so many sets that I'd lost count and my body, especially my lower body & core- felt like rubber, Clay said, "That's a good workout plan, if I do say so myself. We'll have your weak ass able to ride a bucking bronco in no time."
One of the nearby bros, who seemed to be drawn to show off for Clay, stopped sort and looked from Clay to me with raised eyebrows. I blushed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.
Clay watched this playout and then simply laughed and said, "Will, it's time to go."
We both passed directly by the bro who was still laughing at me. I was burning with humiliation but I nonetheless dutifully followed behind my alpha.
I continued to follow Clay out of the gym, but not before passing Jeanne, who gave me a funny look as I told her to have a good evening.
Clay naturally moved ahead of me, and I followed him. His truck was in the far end of the side parking lot. I marveled at his broad back, his full, stout ass, and muscular legs. He was hot and all man any way you looked at him.
As we approached his truck, Clay walked around to the back to throw his gym bag in the truck bed. I followed him around, like a puppy. I knew I had to tell him how I was feeling. How grateful I was to him.
So, I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face and said, "Clay, thank you so much for taking your valuable time with me today. I know I'm nothing compared to you. You're a man. I'm a faggot. A pathetic faggot for you to use. I'm always a slut for dick- but I'm totally powerless when it comes to your dick. It truly means the world to me that you are willing to help me become the kind of faggot you need me to be. I know I belong under your foot. I know that to the core of my being, but I wanted you to hear me say it. To know that I understand."
Clay absorbed what I'd just said. I got the feeling this wasn't the first time some rando faggot had professed something like this to him. But it did bring a wicked smile to his face.
"Damn, I wasn't planning on fucking you again today, but... maybe..." Clay looked at me then off into space. He was weighing something. After a few beats, I could tell Clay had resolved something.
"Goddam, you're such a fucking groveling faggot, I can't help myself. You want me so much and you're so blatant about. You know how to make a man hard. My god, you're so fucking pathetic in your need to please me. I can't help but get horny to breed you."
He looked at me dead in the eyes. He reached to massage his package in his navy sweats. I licked my lips as I greedily watched him.
"Breed me, Daddy. Please. I need your cock in me. I need you to worship you. You're perfect." I gushed, no filter, no self-respect, no limits now fully staring directly at his crotch.
"Look at me, Will." Clay said with a directness. I obeyed and- ripping my gaze from his massive package- looked up.
Clay said, "You've needed me all your life, haven't you?"
I nodded, breathless. I croaked, "Yes, Daddy." My pulse was racing. I was overwhelmed with lust and a need to be subservient to this man.
I had no words to express my absolute and total obedience to him in all things. I had to show him. I was compelled to show him- so I did. I knelt in the parking lot of the Y and kissed his massive New Balance 720s. I'm pretty sure we were pretty well hidden by his truck and the landscaping next to it, but I truly didn't care if anyone saw. I had to physically express my subservience to Clay. Being around him compelled me to actively demonstrate his superiority to me in all things.
"Goddam." Clay said with a raspy voice. He lifted his left foot. "Lick" he commanded. I obeyed. I licked his dirty shoe, and I did it gladly.
Clay moved his boat of a raised foot away from my hungry mouth and rested it on my forehead. Gradually, he began to press down so that I moved fully to the ground. This felt right. I let him push me down with his foot. I turned my head and let my cheek rest on the pavement. The feeling of the cold, rough surface of the parking lot electrified me. Clay leaned on my head. I felt his weight increase.
"This is where you belong, right? You said you belonged under my foot, right?" Clay asked, iciness in his tone.
"Yes, sir, that's right. This is where I belong. Thank you, Daddy, thank you." My hard dick pressed into the rough pavement, too.
Clay released his foot from my head. "You're damn right to thank me. Get up."
He commanded, I obeyed. I brushed some debris off my face as my cheeks reddened. My blood was running hot.
"Get in. I'm taking you to my house." Clay said, lust in his voice.
I got in his truck and looked over at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew I was very lucky to have found such a man. Clay had crystalized something in me that had always been there. I've always been drawn to powerful and forceful men, but only Clay was able to help me truly see myself for the faggot I that I always have been- to see my place. I had a new clarity and I finally had found my spot in the hierarchy, which turned out to be the absolute bottom.
Clay looked over at me and I melted some more. He could have splayed my ass in front of the entire Y and fucked me like a farm animal and I would have loved every minute of it.
He could sense how in heat I was. How I was ready for anything. Like the apex predator his is, Clay knew he'd trapped me, and it made him proud. I could feel his dominance loom over me like a shadow. As we approached a red light, he reached down and pulled his sweats and jock down.
His semi-hard rod sprang up like a Sequoia. I restrained myself from inhaling his cock, knowing that he needed to be the one to tell me when. I looked into his deep brown eyes.
"Road head" he commanded. I leaned over the center console and eyed this perfect dick- one that befit this apex alpha. I began to slurp on Clay's white hot cock, not knowing or caring if any other cars could see be sucking his dick.
Clay flexed his hips and pushed deeper into my mouth. "Train tracks coming- watch those teeth fag."
I steadied myself and made sure to curled my lips around his shaft as we bumped over the RR crossing.
He tasted so good. I've sucked a fair amount of cock, but something with Clay was different. It was like I was meant to be in this place, with him inside me. It all felt so right.
I bobbled my head so several more minutes and then plopped his cock out of my mouth and tonged his shaft.
Clay brushed the side of my face and hair with his big right hand as he steered with the other. My side hurt from the weird contortions I was having to pull to be in my road-head-giving position.
"Listen up, faggot. I'm going to bring you a place I only bring those that are special to me. I'm usually content to fuck bitches- female, male, trans whatever,- at their place. Much easier on everyone. But, I do have my own place, specifically set up to let me..." Clay looked down at me as I tongue-flicked his dick, "...fully explore myself."
There was a deep coldness to the way he said the word "explore."
His words hung in the air for several beats.
"Ok," I said as I rolled my head away from his cock.
"Can you tell me what exactly that means?" I rolled back to the base of his shaft. His big truck rumbled along the road as Clay looked back up to keep driving. I couldn't help but be awed by his manly jawline and big nose. How was he still so virile looking from this angle?!
This was as it should be. Me at his cock and him explaining to me. I could have- hell maybe should have- felt apprehensive about this whole thing. I'd only know this man for a very short time. I've seen enough erotic murder thrillers from the 90s to know that "explore" could mean a hell of a lot of things- many of them very bad!
"Will, my nosey little faggot, I am going to bring you to a place I built entirely for myself. Don't worry, I'm not going to American Psycho you or anything like that. But I can fuck you until you scream yourself horse and nobody will hear a damn thing."
We rode along in silence for a few moments.
"Do you trust me? Do you give yourself over to me, fully?" Will asked genuinely.
From the base of his dick, I answer, "Yes" after I'd thought about it for half a second. I was in his thrall, come what may.
"Goddam right." Clay said as he moved his hand from the steering wheel and used it to grab his mighty cock so he could dick slap me before he forced it back into my ever-hungry mouth. I sucked his dick and my anticipation grew.
As we turned onto a gravel drive, Clay said, "Off my dick, we're almost here."
I was slightly upset because, though I'd tried my best, felt like I hadn't given my man the best blowjob. No matter how much I tried the positions and angles I needed to really go deep just were not available. I still got a free flow of pre-cum from this god of a man, so all things considered, I called it a moderate success and Clay had no complaints.
I'm just a perfectionistic Virgo in every situation it seems, even road head.
As sat up and I looked out of the windshield, the headlights showed a wooded driveway.
"So Clay, where exactly are you taking me?" I asked, still prodding him to be more forthcoming.
"It's my guest house. My house is on the other side of that knoll." He motioned with his head in my direction. I looked but couldn't even see any house lights.
"My family developed this subdivision, so of course, I picked this lot because it backs up to the preserved open space. 20 acres of woods. Perfectly place for me to have a spot that is 100% for me. No wife, no kids, no office staff."
I could tell he that all his responsibilities weighed on him. I hoped I could help him shed some of that weight- even if it was only temporary.
We pulled up to a single-story structure that looked like a simple cottage, except there were no windows. I looked over a Clay.
"Is this a murder house?" I asked, only half joking.
"Only if you count murdering cunts with my big dick!" Clay replied laughing.
He looked over at me with a wry smile. Jesus, he was devilishly charming in a goofy kind of way.
"Will, I am not going to murder you, come on." Clay said as he pulled up into the garage before putting his truck in park and hopping out of the cab.
"Ok, sure, why not go into the murder house without any windows in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear you scream!?" I said to myself as I headed out of his truck as the garage door closed.
Clay unlocked the dark, wooden door, which I noticed as he opened it was gothic and solid wood with inlaid arches carved into it.
"A stylish murder house!" I marveled, to myself this time.
Clay strode into the non-murder house as his truck lights clicked off shrouding everything in darkness. I followed a few steps behind, expecting him to turn on some lights.
"Uh- Clay? About the whole murder thing- I would feel much better if I could actually see." This time I wasn't even half joking.
To be continued ;)