If I use the word "arrogant asshole," or "arrogant bastard," you have an idea of the type of guy I'm talking about, right? (Yeah, there are arrogant women too, but this is just about guys). Loud. Pushy. Entitled. Act like they're better than you. They cut across all types. You want to hate them, but yet... Tell the truth: many of them are just so fucking hot. I know there are different views on this, but for me, when I cross paths with the species I'll call hot, arrogant asshole, I want to do one thing: break him. Take him. Turn him into a sub (Because again, you know that most of these guys are "working late" on the nights they call their wives before they go and visit a dominatrix or, in some rare cases, a Dominant Top). Some of them are on the down low too, but in my experience, they're looking for some pretty young blond boy they can buy for the night, and never see again. That is, the ones who aren't so in love with themselves, you think they may have a subscription to "mirror of the month."
Well, this is my story about one of them. Andy. Mr. Andrew Buck as he preferred to be called, until I got through with him. He'll be coming over later. I've got everything laid out because this is the week he begins to start his TRUE initiation as a sub. If he passes, I'll collar him. If he doesn't, well, someone will take him, and I'll move on. That's how it works.
I heard Arrogant Andy before I saw him. I was at the gym, and my back was turned to the elevator as I spoke with my long suffering trainer Brian. I heard the doors of the elevator open, and then I heard the big, snide voice: "I'VE BEEN COMING HERE FOR HOW LONG AND SHE DOESN'T RECOGNIZE ME? UP THE IQ ON YOUR STAFF, TOM. TRY TO GET IT TO THE DOUBLE FIGURES." Tom, I knew, was the manager. Very low key, very calm, very patient. I heard his response.
"I know Andrew, I know. We had a computer problem today and....." That voice interrupted. "I PREFER TO BE CALLED MR BUCK BY STAFF. I'VE TOLD YOU THAT BEFORE." "I'm sorry Mr. Buck, I'm sorry. It's just been very frantic and..." "WELL GET COMPETENT PEOPLE HIRED HERE. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BECAUSE, TRUST ME, I'LL MAKE SURE SHE'S WORKING FLIPPING BURGERS OR SOMETHING WHERE SHE SHOULD BE. " "I'll talk to her Mr. Buck. I will. Thank you for your patience." I turned and saw "Mr Buck" walking away toward the locker room. I should have guessed: bespoke suit, fitted at the waist, buttoned at the front and fitting perfectly. Banker shirt with the white collar and cuffs, and the cufflinks. A silk tie that probably cost more than all of the clothes and jewelry any staff member was wearing. He didn't walk as much as strut/swagger.
"So, now you've encountered our FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVORITE member" Brian smiled. "Geez, what's his problem?" I asked. Brian shrugged his shoulders. "Not a problem. This is what he's like." I shook my head, not understanding. "Well, if he wants that level of service, why doesn't he go to a more luxurious gym?" Tom came over and started laughing. "In Mr. Buck's words : 'the wealthy get there by managing their wealth and assuming everyone does his or her job correctly.' He feels he can get the service he's entitled to if we all perform to his standard." I started to laugh. "You're kidding me, right?" "Oh, no. I'm not. He dropped his voice. "You see how he went into the regular locker room? He expects HIS locker to be available. He uses the same one every time. Now, he COULD rent a locker, but why should he? There are plenty of lockers for free and he wants THAT one. " "He's really ridiculous" I said. "Looks like he needs a good beat down." Brian laughed this time. "You're not the first person to say that." "Well, anyway...." I was finished for the day and shook Brian's hand. "Thanks for the great workout and I'll see ya in two days."
I went into the locker room and I saw "Mr. Buck." Locker 215. I remembered that, yes, I HAD seen him there before. Hot man. Maybe about 48/9. Good haircut to hide he was balding, good facial hair work. I already mentioned his beautiful clothes. This time I saw the shoes. I know shoes. These were custom made. As he stripped down to workout clothes, I actually had to turn to laugh. I expected to see a sculpted, well worked body. Nope. More like a dad body, covered with lots and lots of black hair. I never saw his cock - that day. He had on European style underwear, and he slipped into a pair of loose blue shorts, and a black tank top. Then he walked over to a mirror, and spent about five minutes checking himself out. When he lifted his hand to brush what little hair he had, I saw that there was no wedding ring on his finger. "Married to himself," I thought. As he swaggered out to the exercise mats, I realized I had a hard on. The locker room was pretty empty so there was no risk of someone seeing it. I got dressed quickly and left. And as I headed home I began thinking: "I'm gonna fuck with that guy's head." A little voice was also telling me "Fess up, Jackson. You wanna fuck with his ass too." True story. I did.
"Um, excuse me, but you're using my locker." I heard the voice of "Mr Buck" over my shoulder. I was putting my plan into action. I showed up for my usual workout, which was always a little bit more than an hour before "Arrogant Andy" showed up to work out, and I used locker 215. Normally, I get out of the gym as quickly as possible after a workout: less chance to get myself in trouble. Today, I lingered. I was half dressed when he spoke, and then let out a sigh of exasperation. "Hey dude, I didn't know they started renting out the lockers in here. My bad. I'll check with Alix on the way out." "They're not renting them. Who'd rent a locker anyway?" "Uh, someone who wants the same one every day." "I've been using THIS one at THIS time since I started coming to this gym. I intend to keep using it." "Good for you. I'll be out as soon as I finish dressing." "Make it snappy" he said to me and turned away. Another bespoke suit. This time I took a look at what his pants were carrying as he turned away. Clearly he was working on his glutes: it was a great ass. His ears looked big enough for me to be able to do some serious chewing too. He turned around. "Well?" "DUDE, " I laughed. "There are at least 150 empty lockers in here. If you're that antsy, use one of them." "THIS is the one I want." "Ok, ok. GEEZ." I pulled my stuff out and went to another bench. "I'm gonna have to speak to management about this" he muttered. "DO!" I said. "Here, let me give you a business card. You can tell them I'm the guy who harassed you. Best of luck." I finished getting dressed and went to the front desk. Alix was working it. One of my buds. "Hey Alix, you've been forewarned. Arrogant Andy, also known as MR BUCK is going to complain about me." She laughed. "What'd you do, wolf whistle him?" "No. I used his locker and I wasn't finished when he arrived. " "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Jerry, I think I'm gonna have to report you to upper management." Then she smiled. "Unless you deck him when he leaves." "Nah, not my speed, sweetie. But... Let me just say, not a good idea to piss off Gerard Jackson." "THAT'S what Brian told me. See you in three days?" I whispered "when does Mr. Buck next come in to work out?" "He's here every day. 11am." she whispered back. "See you tomorrow. 10:45." I winked at her.
"WHAT THE FUCK! I THOUGHT I WAS CLEAR". There he was. You could set your watch by it: 11:01: "Mr Buck" was standing in front of me as I was sitting in front of locker 215, changing. "Good morning to you," I smiled. "Hope your day is going well." "NO. IT ISN'T . AND IT GOT WORSE. I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE MY LOCKER." "And I went to the front desk and asked and they told me I could use whatever locker I wanted. None of these are reserved. They told me that they have plenty of availability on locker rentals." I saw him purse his lips together the way a spoiled child does. He turned the same color. It didn't favor his black and white striped shirt, the blue suit, or the power tie. His overbearing attitude wasn't working, and he didn't know what to do.
"You really want this locker, don't you, stud?" I saw "something" go over his face when I called him "stud." I wasn't sure what it was, and I still don't. "Yeah, I do. Why can't YOU use another locker?" I didn't answer, but I said "Tell you what? I'll move to another locker for today. Let's have it out to see who gets this locker. Two out of three exercises? You can even pick the first two." I saw him smile. Now, HE thought I was being the arrogant one because, well, I haven't said anything about MY appearance yet. I'm nothing special - when dressed. How do I describe ME? Well, if you were casting a movie and you needed someone to play the "holier than thou" minister in the mid west, you'd look for guys who look like me. If you were doing "adult" films, you'd want my type for playing the minister who disciplines the boys. That's dressed: undressed, I've got a 9.5 inch cut cock with a big head. "Arrogant Andy/Mr. Buck" didn't know that. (A friend told me later that I should have called "how big is it? as a competition. I would've won. Trust me).
"Alright. It's a deal. First one: dead lifts." I shrugged my shoulders "Fine with me. Let's finish getting dressed." If he saw me cast a quick look in his direction, he didn't say anything. I confirmed there was no wedding ring on his hands, and I reconfirmed he was hairy as a bear, and he had a sexy dad body. I thought, later confirmed, that he was about 5-6 inches long, and that he had nips that looked like they had been worked. None of that was evident from his workout clothes. "Ok, let's go. You first" He said. I walked over to the weights and I set up my bar. I put 300 pounds on it. I heard him snicker. "Yeah, right. You know the rule. You fail, it's a zero." "I'm aware of the rules. " I squatted, took the bar and BAM. Right up over my head, locked. (I had gone to 350 with Brian, but Mr. Buck didn't have to know that). He looked ashen. "Your turn, stud" I smiled. He put his hands on his hips, walked around the weights. "I think I'm gonna have to concede this one to you." "Good choice" I thought. I didn't want him hurt. "Ok, what's next?" "Treadmill. One mile run. Winner is who's fastest." Now, cardio is NOT my strong suit, and I think he saw my wince because he grinned and asked "you wanna concede that one?" I thought about it because I had something in mind for number 3, and I wasn't sure he was gonna go for it. If we split, he'd have to. "Nah, let's see. I've been running a 9:30 mile. " "I'll wait for you back in the weight room." We took positions, with one empty treadmill between us. Then we started. Again, I had a feeling, and I was right. He wasn't going to run "his" race. I started at a REALLY fast pace, at least for me. I'm not going to the Olympics for sure, but I started blazing the first quarter at a 6 minute pace. Now, had he been a more rational thinker, he would've thought out that I'd burn out (because I did), and just go slow and steady. He didn't. I could see that he had just set HIS pace for 5:30. And I heard him breathing hard at the quarter, as I dropped my pace to 7 minutes. He did the same and then.. he dropped it some more. He was getting smarter and more rational about it, until. "WOOHOO. LOCKER 215 HERE I COME" I yelled and kicked the treadmill back to 6 minutes. I will admit: I was ready to die. But I saw my time. I was 3/4 done and at just about 5:45. Now, I figured I could relax. I know enough about running to know when someone is tightening up. He was tightening up. Then, before the mile was over, I saw him hit "stop." "YOU PSYCHED ME OUT." "You gave up. Ha ha." "FUCK! " He looked truly crestfallen. Clearly, not a man who liked to lose. I wanted to put my hand on his shoulder, but not yet. "Tell you what stud? One last shot. A double or nothing. If you win, nothing else counts. If I win... it's my locker. "DEAL! What's the exercise?" "Wrestling. Pin fall." I saw his face. "That's not an exercise!" "Then it's my locker. " Arrogant Andy was still trying to catch his breath. He did NOT want to give up that locker. "Full pin? Three seconds on the mat?" "Absolutely" "What if it's a draw?" Now I was getting arrogant. "It won't be, but if it is, you win." I think he was sizing me up. He's clearly bigger than me, and I knew that he was thinking that losing the deadlift was just a fluke. He thought he had outsmarted me. "Let's lock up." "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. You know the lingo. I'm impressed. NOT" We headed to the mat. The gym was still pretty empty at that hour, so there wasn't anyone around and we had plenty of room. I didn't need plenty of time. A gut wrench, a drop and .... BOOM. Arrogant Andy was on his back, squirming. "FUCK!" he yelled again, as I stretched his wrists out, pressing my knees into his shoulders. I CANNOT tell you how much I wanted to say "You'll get up when you SUCK ME FUCKHEAD" but I just smiled. "That's five seconds guy. You concede." He squirmed. I asked again "You concede." More squirming. "Tell you what, Andy." I saw the look on his face. He was STUNNED that I had called him that. "You can have the locker. One condition." He continued to squirm. He didn't want to give in, but.... "WHAT? WHAT'S THE CONDITION?" "You have coffee with me . Right after we're dressed." "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT?" He squirmed harder and I smiled. "Because you want that locker so bad." A big sigh went out of him. "COFFEE. IT'S NOTHING BUT COFFEE. " "That's right. " I smiled. "Keep in mind that I was going to say you could have the locker if you kissed me." Now, I was on top of him, but I wasn't on top of his crotch. Still, I SWEAR (Andy says no), that I could feel his crotch move. He didn't say "FUCK" or anything else. He just said. "If I KISSED YOU? I'm not gay" "I don't care. Doesn't matter. I let go of his wrists. Let's get cleaned up. You're buying."
I think one of the biggest differences between andy and I came out after we left the gym. "There's a Starbuck's right up the block" I told him. He looked at me like I had suggested a mud wrestling match (and now that I think about it, that may do andy some good). "STARBUCKS? No. There's a place just another block over. " He laughed. "You're with me so they'll let you in." It was his private club. White jackets on the waiters. Black bow ties. Linen. Silver. And the worst coffee I've ever drunk in my life. The pain a DOM goes through... "So why did you decide to antagonize me?" He asked and then added "I'm sorry. You know my name, I don't know yours." I told him I was Gerard but I preferred Jerry (I didn't tell him I REALLY preferred Master or SIR. That would come later). I smiled. "You walk around with this attitude , andy, like you're better than everyone else." "Well...." he started and I cut him off. "No, you're not. How many competitions do I have to whip your ass at before you realize, you're not?" That's when I asked. "Or should we just go into the bathroom and decide who's bigger." "LOWER YOUR VOICE. Don't talk like that here!" I saw him turn red as the strawberries on our plates. "You'll lose that one too." He rolled his eyes, and then I saw him.... loosen his tie. "What can I say Andy? Ever hear about not putting lipstick on a pig?" "Yeah, I did. I don't think of you as a pig though. But I'm not going to try to put lipstick on you." I smiled. "So if you don't think of me as a pig, what do you think of me as?" His answer nearly floored me. "A hunter. A big game hunter." I couldn't help it. I laughed. "Guilty as charged. " He looked down at his cup. "So, would you really have made me kiss you?" "No, I would've let you decide to do it." "But I told you, I'm not gay." I shrugged my shoulders. "You're still hot." He blushed. "Thank you Jerry. That was very sweet." "Wasn't sweet. It's the truth. " Now he really, really blushed. "You know, I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you but..." "Not in public" He looked down. A very low voice came out. "No." I must've squinted. "You're new to this aren't you andy?" "Oddly enough, yes. I don't have much experience with romance, sex, anything like that." "You've had sex, haven't you?" He blushed. "Yes. A few times. Always with women. Is gay sex different?" "I don't know. I've never had sex with a woman." When I saw his look I raised my voice. "PSYCHE" Yeah it is and it isn't. He was getting uncomfortable. I could tell. "Don't answer this if you don't want to but....when you have gay sex, are you... the man, or the woman?" I hate that question. "There are two men andy. There is no woman. I think what you want to ask is: do you top or bottom? I top. I take the position I was in when we wrestled." He grinned. "If you're as good at that as you were at wrestling, you must be very good." "I've had no complaints," I answered. There was silence and my cock was stirring. "Look, I got a suggestion andy. How about we continue this tonight? Come to my place. We'll share some wine. That's the only thing set. We'll take it from there. " "I think I'd like that. What time?" "Let's say 7:30. Try to be casual." "I'm not all that good at casual," he blushed. "Give it a try."
My intercome rang at 7:28. I shook my head and laughed. Then he was there, in front of me. Banker shirt, but no tie. Two buttons opened, sleeves rolled. Looked like custom made jeans. "How's this?" I didn't tell him I wanted to throw him on the floor and fuck him right then. "Looks real good. Wanna drink wine or...." Then he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. "OK. I guess we'll get to the wine later. This way, stud." I brought him over to my sofa. "Let's see how good you are at kissing." I pushed his lips open and shoved my tongue down his throat. He was VERY good. We made out for about an hour. Then we drank some wine. He was getting set to go and I said "WAIT. I'm not done. Let's see how you kiss when I do.. this." I pushed my tongue down his throat and ran my fingers over his nipples. The moan, the shiver, the way he pulled me closer... yeah, this could work. Did we have sex that night? We jerked off. And we made plans for another date. And THAT's when we had sex. But to read about that... you gotta wait for the next installment.