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It was early morning, and Tim walked into Scott's room having been summoned by text. Scott was there in his underarmour shirt and bulging jockstrap, arms akimbo, admiring the trophy he won from his recent bodybuilding show. He had come first. It made Tim so happy to see just how much it meant to Scott. Now that he was off-season, he was eating like a horse and lifting more weights than ever. He even got Tim to help him mix his raw steroid powders and pin him, and Tim suspected it wouldn't be too long before Scott put Tim on his own cycle. Tim just leaned against the doorframe, taking in Scott and his bulging muscles.
The bodybuilder looked over at the young student. "What's goin' on baby bro?" Scott's seductive voice and beguiling smile caused Tim's cock to jump in his cage.
"Heh, just enjoying the view," Tim said with a smile.
"Yeah? Like this?" Scott broke into a double bicep pose and laughed when Tim sighed at the sight of him flexing. "Now bro, you know this show ain't free," he said with a cocky grin. He strutted over to his couch and flopped down, spreading his legs wide. "Get over here."
"Hmm, well Mr. Sub Zero, maybe I will and maybe I won't," Tim said, smiling as he did so.
Scott smirked. He knew exactly what would get Tim in the mood to obey. "Hey bro, smell this for me." He threw a nearby t-shirt at Tim, who caught it and sniffed it. He had exercised in it - it smelled overpoweringly of Scott's musk. "How's it smell, Tim?"
Tim took another long, deep sniff. "It smells good..."
"Heh, did it make that nub of yours jump in its cage?"
"Yeah, it did..."
Scott roared with laughter. "Ha ha ha, oh bro, prankin' you is too easy. Well I think we can get that little guy squirming in his cage even more, don't you? Check this out."
With that, Scott jumped up and peeled off his underarmour vest, giving Tim a muscular posedown. Tim's eyes were glued to Scott's pumped muscles, helpless to look away.
He stepped out of the stained jock and picked it up, then walked over and placed it on Tim's head. He made sure that the cup of the jock was right on Tim's nose, so he got the full hit of Scott's funky musk.
"Breath in now...that's it. How you feel? You gonna listen to your big bro now?"
Tim sighed into the musky jock. "Yes Sir..."
Scott's grin grew wider and he sauntered back to the chair. "Then get your faggot ass over here and kneel in front of your Alpha."
Tim immediately obeyed the bodybuilder. He threw the jock into a pile of laundry that he would take care of later, and knelt down in front of the bodybuilder, awaiting further instruction. Scott lazily fondled his ample balls. "Ain't showered in a couple days, so I'm real rank down there. But you like that, don't you...you like the funk of a real man... How do my balls smell, bitch?
Tim leaned in and took a long smell. "Hmm... They smell amazing Sir."
"Ball sniffin' queer. I know you love it. Say it for me, bitch. Tell me how much you love my balls."
"Oh god Scott, I love them, they're just awesome, I think about them all the time, and your amazing cock too."
"Heh heh, can't get enough can you, you little cockslut...Yeah, that's right. In awe of the real man above you. Climb on up here pussy, gonna fill you up."
Tim took one final whiff of Scott's balls, then climbed up into his lap. Scott reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting it onto his cock. "Go ahead, sit down on this dick, you know you want it."
Tim moaned softly as he lowered himself on Scott's thick cock. While it didn't quite have the massive dimensions of Greg, it sure hit the spot. "Fuck me that's good," Tim whispered under his breath.
"Heh heh, fags are so funny sometimes. You live for this now, don'cha? You'd do anything for a taste. Putting that cock cage on your little thing was a stroke of genius. How does it make you feel, eh?"
"Horny," Tim whimpered. "It makes me horny all the time, I can't cum with it on and I want to so badly."
"That means you need my cock to feel good, don't it..." With that, Scott lifted the student off him. "Well maybe you get it and maybe you don't..."
"No! Please Scott, I need it, c'mon!"
"You never say no to me again, you keep this tight little hole open and ready for action any time I want it, right little Timmy?!"
"Yes Sir..."
With that, Scott dropped Tim back on his cock and started to thrust up and down. He worked up into a fast rhythm, banging up into the helpless student. Tim was helpless, all he could do was whimper softly.
"This is the life, showing you what a fag you are, hearing you beg for my meat. Your tiny little clitcage bouncing up and down. I wonder how many of your little nubs it would take to make even half of what I'm packin'. How many do you think, Timmy?"
"Dozens, Sir.."
"Heh heh, that's right bitch. Must be real humiliating for a faggot bein' made to compare it's cock to a real man. Shows you why I'm the man and you're the pussy."
"Uh, yes Sir!"
Scott kept up fucking Tim, gradually getting faster and faster. Tim could tell how much Scott loved it. "Fuck... This hole is just perfect for superior men to fuck. This is fuckin' awesome. Bet you're in heaven too, right fag? Feel how I'm filling up that sloppy hole? Don't it feel good? Ain't your hole the place where a cock belongs? Yeah, bet you feel great right now fag, and it's all cos of me and my cock, meanwhile that little clit wiggles 'round, ignored just like it should be..."
As Scott increased the pace, Tim could only moan.
"You like it when I call it a clit? You like when I call your hole a pussy? That's cuz you're a pussyboy. Ain't that right? I mean, you're being fucked ten ways from Sunday right now. And what does a cock fuck, Tim?"
"It... fucks a pussy, Sir..."
"Then what is it Tim? What am I fuckin' right now?"
"A...a pussy, Sir."
"Who owns that pussy?"
"You own it! It's Your pussy Sir!"
"Damn straight! Gonna fill this pussy with fuckslop till it overflows, Uh, yeah..."
Tim was out of breath, straining to take the hard fucking Scott was giving him. All he could do was look at Scott's pumped muscles while he was fucked, and listen to the dominant male.
"Yeah, that's it, take it you little fag, do what you were born to do, squeeze my cock with your pussy".
Tim tried his best to obey and squeezed around the invader. Scott was fucking him faster and faster, completely lost in the pleasure, making animalistic grunts as he did so. They couldn't last long. Scott roared as his orgasm hit, thick cum pouring into Tim. The smaller guy tried his best to clench as Scott pumped him, making him cum extra hard.
After getting his breath back after a delirious orgasm, he pulled his cock out of Tim with a pop. He grabbed the nearby butt-plug he had put on standby, sliding it inside. "There we are...can you feel my seed being absorbed into your body? Can you feel that life-making juice giving you your purpose in life? That's right, I own you down to the DNA..."
With that, he lifted Tim to the bed, spooning him close while he took a short nap.
"Hey - hey Scott, I gotta go to work now," Tim said, sitting up in the bed. Scott sat up too.
"Sure thing bro... Hey Tim, you doin' ok?"
"Sure am Scott. Heh, a bit sore but I'm happy."
"Good, good... Um, I hope I wasn't too rough on you. I, uh - I want you to know I care about you, and I don't want to see you hurt. I don't want you to think I really meant all that stuff..."
"Naa, that's cool Scott. I enjoy it too. You just get really into it, is all!"
"Good. I'm really glad you feel that way. I see Pa and James treat you so nice even while they fuck you, but when I do it it's like a beast inside me gets loose, know what I mean? Maybe I'm a bit sadistic or something. I do love pushing my clients around. Almost miss having the lazy ones, could make those ones squirm and sweat, lemme tell ya..." Scott looked up at Tim with sad doleful eyes. "Say bro...does that make me a bad person?"
"Oh Scott." Tim put his arm around the bodybuilder. "You're not a bad person at all, you're a great guy. Remember when I asked you about the gay dudes in your past, and you told me you defended that gay kid being bullied in high school? Maybe it's not my place to say, but Greg was actually a bully in highschool. It was the 90's, things were different. He changed and became a better person, but you were that better person at the same age. Just 'cos you like to fuck me rough and talk dirty during sex doesn't mean you want to see me hurt. And you've made every one of your clients better and healthier people. You like a power trip, but you're not a sadist. You don't want to cause them pain. You're a good person."
Scott smiled. Tim hugged him and got up.
"Anyway, gotta get to work, We still haven't hired a new admin guy to keep track of all the new crews, it's a fucking mess. I almost regret making Greg give me the job."
"...wait, what?"
"Um, nothing. I mean, Greg made me do the job."
Scott grunted. "Huh. Thought so."
"See you later man, and hey - be gentle with yourself, I think you're a really great guy. I couldn't ask for a better bro."
As Tim walked out of Scott's bedroom he saw James in his own.
"Oh hey James - you up for some ghost recon or battlegrounds later?"
"Can't bro! Gotta go meet Michelle!"
"Ah ok, well have a great time!"
"Will do bro - but before I go, c'mere. I got you somethin'!"
As Tim walked over to the athletic James, he was surprised with a condom filled with jizz. "Heh, my way of sayin' thanks for being my awesome lil' bro. Fresh from the source. Heard you two next door, got me hot. Gotta say, now that I'm with Michelle, I really miss that mouth of yours on my cock. You were right to say I can't cheat on her by getting a blowjob from you - but I want to jizz into a condom and have you eat it. Heh... Wanna keep you full of protein, ha ha! So, eh...do you want my jizz?
It was a slight shock for Tim - he hadn't ordered James to do this. "Well, heh... Yeah, I kinda do. Is that ok? Does that make me a total weirdo?"
"Naa - I want you to do it, I like knowing my men are inside you. You like that idea too?"
Tim's face got red. "Yeah..."
"Then drink up little bro!"
Tim held up the condom and inspected the contents. "Fuck, you make so much jizz..."
James just chuckled. "Ha ha, yup! These balls always made me tons of it."
Tim proceeded to tip the contents of the condom into his mouth. He savored it for a moment before he gulped it all down.
James smiled widely. "There we go! Now you got some more of my men inside ya. Do you like it?"
Tim nodded. "Yeah, I love it. I wish I could drink a gallon of it... Thank you, James."
James ruffled Tim's hair. "Ha ha, my pervy little brother. Love you dude. Don't wait up!"
As Tim got into his construction trailer he used as an office, he hoped that his fellow administrator would be out. He didn't like him a lot, and he was afraid he'd smell the cum on his breath. No such luck - he was immediately accosted by the guy he worked with.
"Hey Tim, there's a problem with the chain gang, their parole officer wants a meeting with the guy who hired them and technically that was you. You're gonna have a long day ahead of you I'm afraid!"
Tim scowled. "It's ok man, don't worry about it. I'm picking them up and bringing them home, I'll talk to the parole guy then. Oh, and 'chain gang'? You should really get out of the habit of calling them that."
"Heh, right?! You seen them beasts Tim? I think they could take Greg on even..."
The 'chain gang' were 4 ex-cons that Tim hired straight out of prison. People were totally against it at first, some went straight to Greg begging him not to let four criminals loose among them. Greg held fast, and their skepticism became surprise at how the 4 men turned things around so quickly. Tim was there to help them every step of the way. With a steady job and a house rented by the company for them, it was looking good for them. Tim felt he was using the talisman for good again, which alleviated some of his guilt at being selfish with it.
Of course, it didn't hurt that Tim found the men attractive. They all happened to be his type. Even compared to the muscular men working for Greg, they still caught his eye whenever he saw them.
After a day of paperwork (and using mouthwash), he drove towards the worksite and waited to bring them home.
The first one to the car was Kung Lee. He was an American born South Asian who had studied Muay Thai since he was a young kid. Years of practicing his martial art left him with strong sinewy muscles. He was shredded and veiny.
Tim smiled as he got into the passenger side. "Hey Kung! How are you doing?"
"Doing good Tim, doing good! Hard day's work, feel pumped."
Tim liked how Kung always put a positive spin on whatever life threw at him. A wrongful imprisonment of 2 years was given to Kung because he took the fall for his brother. He said he was happy to do it, saving his brother's life and getting 2 years to read and practice martial arts. He even helped other prisoners become better men when he could.
"I really admire your outlook on life, Kung. I gotta tell you, I phoned in the last 2 hours of paperwork in the office. How do you do it?"
"Dunno Tim! You just gotta be positive! Think of all the good in your life."
Tim smiled. "Well I'm glad you're in my life Kung."
The martial artist fist-pumped. "Whoo! See buddy? That's the spirit! And hey, I feel the same way."
A knuckle rapped against the window brought Tim's attention to his second passenger. "Oh hey Kruger!"
The scowl of the tattooed skinhead remained. "Out. I'm driving."
Tim sighed. He did this every time. Kruger insisted that he be the person to drive them around. The other guys seemed fine with it, and Kruger was a very intimidating man. Kung didn't make a sound, so Tim always had to sit in the back sandwiched between 2 other men after a long day of physical work.
...maybe I don't mind that much, Tim thought.
Kruger had been pegged as the most problematic man in the new crew. While he didn't have an actual swastika, the extensive white power tattoos on his bulging muscles left no question as to the skinhead's past. While a shirt would cover his sleeves and inked chest, it wouldn't cover the tattoos on his neck or hands, or the extensive ink on his shaved skull.
Tim was surprised to find out during their sessions that he didn't have much hate or racism, or homophobia either - he just kept in with a crowd since he was a young teen, and learned the real side to them in prison. While the mental issues were 'fixed' by Tim, the bigger challenge was to remove the man's physical aggression; he had been locked away for assault, with the cops finding thousands of dollars of steroids in his apartment.
The steroids made sense; once he saw Kruger chugging down a bottle of water, and Tim couldn't help but stare at his pecs. They were enormous, he could see the striations of muscle in them. His skin had that pale, working-class pallor to it. Tim wondered how that was possible with him now working in the sun, until one day he saw him slathering factor 50 sun cream all over himself. Tim made a mental note to use the talisman so he could help the roided skinhead with his sun cream in the future.
As the student got out of the car handing the keys to the rough skinhead, he saw the packet of smokes rolled up in the sleeve of his tight t-shirt. "You know Kruger, I have this thing where I get really jealous of fit guys who smoke. How can you be so fit and muscley, and still smoke? It's not fair."
Kruger laughed a deep baritone laugh. "Actually little man, I quit yesterday. It's a filthy habit, don't need it no more. Gonna give this pack to the foreman when I see him."
Tim smiled. He had used the talisman to get Kruger to quit. "Well that's fantastic man. Right, Kung?"
"Hell yeah it is! Proud of you, you bald bastard!"
Kruger grunted. "Where the hell are those 2 guys... Jon was right behind me." They had to wait a few more minutes for the next guy to show.
Jontray Williams, whom everyone just called Jon, was a muscular black man in his early 30's. Tim joked that he should watch Luke Cage because he thought they were so alike, from the muscles down to the voice and beard.
He squeezed himself in the passenger side beside Tim; the car wasn't the biggest and space was at a premium.
"Sorry for takin' up so much room kid. Hope you ain't too cramped."
"No problem Jon, hope you aren't cramped either!"
The large man smiled. "No son, I'm fine."
Jon pushed his meaty thigh against Tim and held it there, putting his arms behind his head. Tim caught the scent of his armpit and grinned. Such a small command given by the talisman, something so unobtrusive and low-profile like being comfortable around the student physically, and Tim was in heaven.
"So Jon, I have this interview with the parole guy later. Before I forget can I ask you something? How old are your twin boys again?"
Jon's smile faltered and he got a faraway look in his eyes. "They're both 15 now."
Tim felt bad. "Sorry Jon, didn't mean to bring you down or anything. I just had forms to fill in..."
Jon smiled again. "No problem. You're a good kid. Thanks so much for helpin' me out."
"I'm happy to Jon, I'll do anything I can for you. You got a bigger share of bad luck than you should have, that's all."
"Heh, don't know about that. We make our own destiny. Ten years in the service, it was all I knew. So when I got out, I felt lost. Got into...some trouble. Real life is harder than a combat deployment. You get used to the brotherhood, you have a purpose. You don't worry about bills or the grocery store. I missed my kids but I knew they were cared for.
"I had them when I was 17. Way too young to know what to do. Figured enlisting would give them a chance but I was just running away. I always wanted to be a Marine anyway. I got what I wanted and she got landed with twin boys to take care of alone. No wonder she left me.
"Come back home and you are thrown for a loop. People say they support you but don't always follow up like your buddies down range did. Real life smacks you in the face and it can be tough to handle."
He turned to Tim. "But hey - that's all behind me now. All I want to do is be there for them again. If I can't help them through even a small part of their teens, I'm no use to anyone. "
Tim's heart went out to him. "Well Jon, all I can say is that I'll do anything I can to help you out. That's a promise."
They both shared a smile. "Thanks kid."
Finally the last passenger arrived. Ramón Alvarez was a gregarious Mexican who was perfectly suited to the hard physical labor of his new job. He was tall and massively muscular, and would have been as intimidating as Kruger were it not for his almost permanent smile.
"Oi muchachos!" He waved to the car with the 4 men and jogged over. TIm watched him the whole way - he was shirtless and his meaty pecs almost bounced up and down. He got to the car and opened the driver-side door where Tim was and smiled broadly at the young student.
"Hola, hermanito!
He grabbed Tim in a tight headlock and forced his way into the vehicle, pushing him into the middle. Slightly dazed, Tim could only struggle as the much stronger man easily kept him in the helpless position. Even though he was sweaty from the day's labor, the student wasn't about to slip from his grip. Tim almost regretted giving the 4 men commands to be more physical with him - Ramón was clearly already a physical man.
"Ah, how are you today man?"
Kruger scowled at their antics from the driver seat. "Settle down you moron, put on your goddamn belt. I'm not gonna get pulled over 'cos of you."
"No amigo, he gotta say Uncle before I let him go! And he's gotta say it in Spanish too, jajaja..."
It took Tim a moment struggled to remember the word that Ramón had taught him the day before. "Tío! Tío, por favor!
The Mexican laughed and let go of Tim, and smiled as he put on his seatbelt. "Good memory hermanito. One word a day, you'll be speaking Spanish in no time."
Tim put on his belt too. "I don't remember wanting to learn Spanish, but I appreciate it I guess!"
Ramón put his thick arm around Tim. "Hey hermanito, hope you're ok with my shenanigans, eh? Hope I'm not too physical with you, ok my little buddy?"
Tim smiled at Ramón. "Naa man, not at all. You got a physical job, so it suits you I think! And hey, people are too uptight anyway. You can be as physical as you like, man."
The muscular Mexican laughed. "It does suit me I think! From a kid, I always wanted to be a luchador, a professional wrestler. That's what my dream was since I was so young. The luchadores and wrestlers on the tv, they were my heroes man. I trained so much as a teen, lifted every weight I saw, loved every moment."
His face darkened, and he looked down at the floor. "But I must say goodbye to this dream. Guess I really messed things up by going to prison, eh ese..."
"But hey, things are looking up for you now, right?
"Si, si, I suppose..."
His brown, doleful eyes were heartbreaking to look at. He looks like a kicked puppy, Tim thought.
"Well man, I know a wrestling agent and he owes me a favor, I'll ask him to have a meeting with my best buddy Ramón! He might get you a few wrestling matches with the state wrestling federation."
Ramón's face lit up. "You serious hefe? You really mean this?
"Sure man! I'll set up a meeting and we'll see what happens. Heh, you sure as hell look like a wrestler from tv, he'll be happy to have a talk with you!"
Ramón grabbed Tim and hugged him tight, seemingly ecstatic that he might get a shot at a career in wrestling.
"This is a dream come true for me! Thank you my hermanito!"
Tim struggled to breath in the vice grip of the Mexican. Where the hell will I find a wrestling agent, he thought. Maybe someone at Scott's gym. He almost regretted telling the lie, but the look on the Mexican's face compared to a moment ago was like night and day. He'd find someone somewhere, just needed a little time. And it would be worth it to make the burly Mexican happy.
"Home sweet home muchachos!"
They pulled up to the small house and went inside. They were in a middle-class neighborhood and very close to Greg's own place, but this house looked like it didn't belong. It was small, old and run-down, the inside much the same. It was surrounded by trees giving it a spooky edge. The rent was all Tim could afford to cream off the business without getting noticed.
This place is such a dump, Tim thought. The living room was brown and aged, with an old crt television in the corner. "How are things going with the house anyway guys? Do you guys need any more furniture? I'm really sorry I couldn't find a better place for you..."
Kruger clapped Tim on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it little man. It's got what we need. Might not look pretty but it's all there. The best thing is the yard. It's nice and big, with the trees around it's private too. It's actually pretty good, we do a lot of training there."
"Oh yeah? What do you guys train in?
"A few things, we take turns. Jon does boxing, he's good. He got some boxing gear and a punching bag from his cousin, we use it a lot."
"I hear boxing is really hard."
"It is, that guy is strong. The rest is easy compared to boxing with Jon."
"I bet!"
"I do BJJ these days, Ramón does it with me. He likes it because he's more into wrestling and they're not too different with all the grappling. We swap when he gets in the mood for actual wrestling. And Kung's favorite is Muay Thai, done it all his life. But he does the rest too, that dude is pretty fit. Heh, they all are I guess.
"So are you Kruger!
"Heh, thanks little man... You should join us for a bit, you'd learn something. It's a man's duty to defend himself and others."
Even when he's being friendly, he's so intense, TIm thought. "Heh, I'd just be in the way... Anyway, It's almost time for the parole guy, is it ok if I could have the living room for the meeting?"
"Sure... You want us to clear out?"
"Yeah, if that's ok - it'll just go quicker. I just need to go over some forms is all. If you guys are there he'll just keep asking questions."
Kruger grunted. "Fair enough. We'll be out back."
The parole officer was in his 40's, with a grey, timorous face. Tim didn't know if he was out to punish the men or was just jaded from his job. Not that it mattered, as he was about to make sure he didn't bother his new friends again.
"So where are they?"
Tim smiled. "Don't worry about that." He put his hands around the talisman and focused on the bureaucrat. "So Mr. Bailey, this is a magic talisman that I control people's minds with. I used it on you before but told you not to remember. Needed to know more about how the system worked."
His eyes went blank as he nodded. "Yes."
"I want these men to stay free and not be hassled by law enforcement or government. I used the talisman on them so you know they won't commit any more crimes and won't give you any trouble. You know in your heart they are good men and you secretly want to help them out. Don't act differently around your colleagues if they come up. Use your best judgement to keep them free and safe. Do you understand?"
The parole officer nodded. "Yes..."
Tim smiled. "How do you think you'll go about this? How will you make sure they aren't hassled and go on to lead good, happy lives?
"I'll fill out their forms and make sure I retain ownership of their cases. As long as they fulfill all their conditions of probation and don't commit any infractions, they won't have to deal with the system."
Tim smiled. "Fantastic. You can go. We had a very productive talk and you're happy with how today went. Any questions give me a call."
With that Tim let go of the talisman, and the color returned to the man's eyes. He stood up with a smile. "Well I guess that's all I need. I'll call you if there's anything more."
"Thanks Mr. Bailey. Anything you need, I'll be here."
As Tim saw the parole officer off and went outside to the yard, he was greeted with an unexpected sight. All 4 men had taken off their work gear and were working up a sweat. They were barefoot and were only wearing different styles of sport shorts.
"Oh! You guys always shirtless then?"
"We sure are mi querida!" Ramón said with a smile. "Feels good!"
Tim nodded but smiled inside - they took off their shirts off because of him. Well, the magical stone around his neck at least.
He saw Kruger slathering lotion on his now exposed chest. Ramón joked with his new crewmember about the suntan cream he slathered on. "You keepin' that skin o' yours whiter than white, eh ese?
Kruger just skowled. "It's for the ink you knucklehead, keeps em from fading."
"Eh, that terrible ink? I say, let it fade amigo!"
"C'mon man, quit breakin' my balls."
TIm grinned and looked over at Kung. "Hey - is that a Goku tattoo on your calf?"
"Sure is buddy! I got a lot of motivation from those old shows. Moved on to MMA when I was a teen. Always got pumped up when I saw Goku power up, he's a hero of mine."
"I see people talk about it online all the time but I never watched MMA or anything like that."
"Man, don't you watch MMA? You never even seen the UFC fights? Tim, you're missing out."
Ramón gave Tim a playful punch on the shoulder. "He's right, hermanito! What you think, muchachos? Our new mission to get Tim here into MMA?"
"Yeah, totally," Kung said. "And Hey! Once you see how awesome it is, maybe I bring you to my gym and I show you some Muay Thai. You live beside the Big Boss and his family, right? His son James, he's done a couple Muay Thai classes in our gym and will be back for more. He's good. You should go with him."
Kruger called over to them both. "Don't listen to that dummy, BJJ is a way better fit for you Tim. It's defensive, no-one gonna get one over on ya if you get a belt or two."
Kruger had his usual tough-guy scowl on his face as he sauntered over to Tim, but the student could see a softness in his eyes. "I think I might just show you some moves, it would help you. We could have a roll on the mats any time. Keeps you fit."
Tim could swear Kruger was slightly flexing his arms and pec muscles. I might have overdone it with the subconscious commands, he though...
"I think I'd be terrible at either BJJ or Muay Thai, I've never done anything like it before. Never was on a sports team in school even. Don't wanna be a nuisance to you guys..."
"You won't, little man. Think about it, will ya?" With that, he headed back over to Jon who was putting boxing gear on. Tim followed in his wake.
"So this is the boxing gear you mentioned? Looks pretty good!"
He watched Jon working his hands on a heavy punchbag. The meaty boxer was punching the bag with huge force; Kung was holding the bag but strong as the martial artist was, he had to strain to keep the punchbag in place. Jon's muscular arms connected with the bag perfectly.
Jon noticed the student and smiled. "You should try it kid, you might like it."
"What, do what you're doing right now?"
"Heh, not exactly son. Technique is learned on the punch mitts or pads. This heavy bag here is for power."
"Well you sure have a lot of power. Watching you punch that bag, it's like a mini earthquake."
Jon laughed his rich, deep laugh. "Thanks for the compliment, son. When I was inside, stuff like this kept me sane. I'd like to show you a few thing. You should stick around someday, I'll get you throwin' punches in no time. You'd like it."
As Tim stepped back and looked at the four hunks surrounding him, his cock jumped in its cage. He couldn't take it anymore. He reached for the talisman and held it between his fingers. As it glowed green, so too did the 4 pairs of eyes watching him. They moved towards him and waited.
He stood in front of Kruger, marveling at his chest. "Your pecs are so big, they're amazing..."
The skinhead had been hard at work, a bead of sweat started to slowly drip down between the meaty pecs. Tim leaned in and slowly licked it up.
"This is awesome... Hey, can you make your pecs bounce?"
The skinhead obeyed and his meaty pecs started to bounce up and down.
"Slower..."
Kruger slowed the bouncing down. Tim was practically drooling. He looked at the many other tattoos on the muscle-bound man. INVICTUS was tattooed near his collarbone, and DOMINUS was above his stomach. Tim traced his fingers over the words.
"I know Invictus is Latin for unconquered, but what's Dominus?"
Kruger's face remained blank. "It means Lord, or Master." Tim chuckled, the irony not lost on him.
He moved on to the Mexican beside him, rubbing his hands over the bulging muscles slick with sweat. He spied some hair poking out from his armpits.
"Fuck I love how hairy your pits are. You keep your chest manscaped but don't trim your pits? Like, at all?"
"Si. Soy un hombre, soy hombruno."
"Um... What was that in English?"
Ramón fixed his gaze onto Tim. "I am a man. That is why I have hair."
"Flex your biceps for me."
The beefy Mexican raised his arms and clenched, his arm muscles popping. Tim buried his head in the hairy pit, licking up the musky sweat.
"Fuck me you smell amazing."
Tim was intoxicated with lust for the 4 men. He glanced over at Kung and Jon, just waiting for him to worship them.
He focused his attention on Jon. The black boxer waited passively.
"Christ, your nips are so sexy, nobody ever told you that probably... Say Jon - can you punch some more, like you did earlier?"
Jon walked over to the punchbag and threw a punch at it. He used his entire torso to force power through his muscular arm.
"Whoa. You're so powerful, it's awesome to watch. You could demolish a guy with a single punch... Say, punch it again but keep your arm flexed against the bag."
Jon duly obeyed, and as he held a freeze-frame of a boxer punching a bag, Tim felt the hard muscles of his arm.
"Fuck...your arms are massive. They're a different shape than Greg or Scott too - the muscles are actually different. Do a bicep curl.
Jon straightened and curled his bicep in Tim's face. "Whoa... It's so huge..." Tim took his time poking and prodding the huge muscle.
Finally it was Kung's turn. "Can I feel your flexed muscles Kung?"
He nodded, and started posing for Tim as he massaged the Muay Thai man..
"Your muscles are hard! Like, James is really athletic but this is crazy, they're like stone! Fuck me you're so fit..." He took his time massaging a lot of his body, feeling the raw power it held.
Eventually, there was only one thing left to do. All 4 men were still wearing trousers but Tim could easily fix that. A quick command would see them all naked and hard, ready for whatever Tim wanted to do. As he was about to order them to get their cocks out and erect, he stopped. An image of Greg popped into his head. He thought of him and the two brothers, and the great sex they shared.
Tim sighed. "No. This is wrong. I promised myself I wouldn't do this. It's greed. It almost feels like cheating on Greg. And Scott..."
He looked at the 4 men who just waited passively.
"Fuck. It's hard, but It's the right thing to do. Guys, just forget the last 20 minutes happened. I was here and we all talked, we had a good time and you like me a little more. You look forward to seeing me and consider me a friend. I like you all too and seeing you turn your lives around makes me happy."
Tim knew he was doing the right thing, but there was no harm in a little harmless fun...
"Oh, and...flirt with me more when we're here together. I want a good bit more physical touching. You like the fact I'm gay and you love trying to turn me on."
Tim looked at the 4 men, all of whom had qualities he admired.
"You think I'm cute. But don't make it a competition, I don't want any of you jealous. Be a team, help each other with your efforts to turn me on. You like spending time with me and you like when I'm in physical contact with all of you."
Tim remembered the passion they all showed for their physical activities earlier.
"Oh, and also, you want me to spend more time with you and would love to instruct me in the sport you like best. God knows I probably need it..."
Tim headed to the door. "I really like you guys, you know." With that, he let go of the chain and left.
He raced home, heart beating fast. He was hornier than ever. Quickly pulling up to the house, he raced inside and found the three men on the couch watching a football game. He stripped off his clothing and went over to Greg.
"Sir? I need sex. Like, badly. I need to be fucked. Can you give me a hard fucking?
Greg smiled broadly. "With pleasure, boy. With pleasure..."
Apologies for the delay, I hope you all like the story :) Sorry too for this slight tease of a chapter but the next one is up very soon!
Kudos to XXXXXXXX, who way back in chapter 2 spotted that Tim was actually the one in control the whole time!
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