Control 2
by Londonboy
“So, are you pleased with me sir?” Cal asked again – noting that Ricky could barely focus, let alone speak.
The smaller man was gazing at the muscled monster standing in front of him like a wolf might look at a small bird before it tore into the smaller animal with its strong teeth. Ricky still could not believe that this giant man had just ripped off his rugby shirt simply because the smaller guy had ordered it. Cal was showing Ricky that he, even though he was about four times bigger than his new friend, wanted to submit to him completely. It was too much for Ricky to comprehend. The behemoth standing in front of him looked like he could rip a tank apart with his bare hands, but the thing that thrilled him most was letting some other guy – and especially smaller dudes – control him completely. Ricky’s mind was running on overdrive trying to come up with labors he could offer as a test for the gorgeous half-nude Hercules he had just met at the bar.
“Have I not made you happy sir?” Cal asked again and the sincerity in his voice snapped Ricky out of his momentary lust-coma.
“Um, no, no . . . you have made me very happy, Cal,” Ricky said quickly. “It’s just that I still can’t believe you did what I told you to do without any question. It’s a little surreal.”
“Like I said earlier, Ricky, I really can’t explain it, but I get off big time from obeying orders,” Cal replied, a big smile stretched across his chiseled face. “I get a feeling, sir, that your mind is racing with new ideas for this slave-boy, isn’t it?”
“Well, um . . . yes, yes it is,” Ricky answered. “You sure you’re ready for more, big guy?”
“Do I not look capable, sir?” Cal asked, teasingly.
“No, that’s not it,” Ricky quickly said, playing along with the game, “it’s just that I don’t want that loaded beef stick you’re packing in those tight jeans to explode from what my oversexed mind can summon as a challenge for you.”
This comment seemed to make the big man very happy. He reached down and adjusted his obscenely large hard-on pressing against the fabric across his crotch. Ricky quickly noted that the size of the man’s cock was equal to the rest of his body. A two-liter bottle would easily be dwarfed by Cal’s impressive meat. The sight of the big man’s endowment made Ricky’s ass twitch in delight. He prayed that he would get the chance to ride that massive mustang-of-a-dick before the night was done. Ricky’s own cock was harder than it had ever been before and the man gasped when he noticed a wet stain growing at the jean-covered crotch before him. He looked up into the face of his new muscle boy-toy.
“Are you squirting pre-cum just from me giving you orders, big man?” Ricky asked.
“Yes sir,” Cal replied.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Ricky exclaimed, “you are a slut for domination, aren’t you?”
“Your wish is my command sir,” Cal responded, in a submissive voice that immediately made Ricky’s cock jerk harder.
“Well hell boy, let’s not waste any time then,” Ricky said, looking around the bar. His focus landed quickly on the bartender – staring intently at the two men and following every second of what was happening. “Slave, make that man cum harder in his pants than ever before in his life. That’s what I want. Do it now, boy.”
Ricky noticed that his command caused the giant nipples of Cal’s massive chest to poke out even further – as if they had erections caused by the smaller man’s order. The wet stain at Cal’s crotch also grew – the cum leakage obviously increased because of the smaller man taking control of the situation. Cal wanted to please his master – that was for sure.
“Yes sir. Anything you ask, sir,” Cal replied, as he turned to look at the excited man behind the bar.
The big man turned away from Ricky and placed his massive arms on the top of the bar. With not effort at all, the big guy pressed his body into the air and swung his giant legs over the wooden surface and then landed his giant body in front of the now-shivering stocky bartender. Cal looked down at the man with a grin that made it clear there was no chance that the smaller man could resist the powers of muscled body in front of him. It was obvious to Ricky that his slave boy was toying with the eager bartender and it was clear that however Cal chose to make the guy shoot his load, it was going to be unbelievable.
“Hey there, little man,” Cal said, leaning into the happy guy behind the bar. “Like what you see?”
“Uh huh,” the bartender whispered.
“You want to get off, buddy?” Cal asked.
“Uh huh,” came the reply, even softer than before.
“What part of my big body do you like the best?” Cal asked, moving closer to the guy – causing the bartender to gasp loudly.
“Arms . . . your arms,” the man answered, his face now ghostly white.
“What’s that? You like my giant guns? Are they big enough for you, man?” Cal teased.
“Uhhh,” the man answered, completely out of control.
“What happens if I do this?” Cal asked as he leaned towards the man and brought his right fist up, causing the biceps to balloon out into mind-blowing dimensions. The big man was staring at his own arm – knowing that the bartender’s entire view was now completely dominated by muscle.
“Ay ya ma,” came the incoherent reply of the smaller man, as he began to visibly drool.
“Let’s see what these arms can do,” Cal said, “and at the same time we’ll please my master. I think three slow solid lifts will make you explode like a cannon with a short fuse, buddy.”
Cal reached out with his enormous hands and grabbed the drooling man at his armpits. Without even bracing himself or changing his stance, the big man easily lifted the substantial body of the bartender into the air – high into the air, above his head. He stopped with the surprised man aloft in the air.
“One,” Cal counted and then lowered the man with no trouble at all. He then pressed the little guy back into the air. “Two.” The smaller man’s body paused high in the air and then was slowly guided by strong arms back towards the floor. Cal wasn’t even slightly straining as he pressed the man’s over-two hundred pound body into the air. “Ready for release, little man? Here it comes. On the third lift you and I are going to make my master really happy.”
Cal lifted the man into the air as if he weighed nothing. He did it slowly and methodically, to show everyone – including Ricky – that it was nothing for him to lift a grown man into the air. As soon as Cal had the bartender’s body fully extended into the air above his head, the smaller man’s body began to jerk wildly. Ricky recognized the throes of ejaculation without any problem – the bartender was weightless putty in the big man’s arms. Cal let a light chuckle escape from his mouth as the man’s body rocked back and forth – completely out of control. It was clear that the poor man was releasing more cum into his pants than his body had ever thought was possible. The ejaculating man emitted a sound that was clearly a mixture of a cry for help and a moan of pleasure. Both Ricky and Cal smiled broadly in response to the animalistic noise. It took a good three to four minutes for the satisfied bartender’s cock to finish spewing his muscle-inspired juice. When he finally stopped shaking uncontrollably, Cal lowered the man to the floor and braced his worn-out body against the cabinets behind the bar. Cal then stood back up and turned to look at Ricky. He had a giant smile across his face. He moved toward the large wooden bar and in one quick motion – he propelled his huge frame to join Ricky with little effort. It was amazing to see the giant man move his giant body so easily. Once he was beside Ricky again, he turned to his new master.
“Does that meet with your approval, sir?” Cal asked.
Ricky looked at him with a face full of disbelief. Both men knew that the display of strength had please everyone in the bar – including the new master, but it was important for the slave to be affirmed. Ricky was beginning to feel very comfortable in his new role. He now understood that the big man in front of him needed to be treated a certain way, and he was giving Ricky the permission to assume the role of master completely. Both parties realized the full potential of the budding relationship at the same moment. It was now clear that this was going to be a very long night. Ricky smiled at the large bare-chested man in front of him.
“That was nice, boy,” Ricky said, “but I’m still unsure of your true devotion. I think there needs to be some more tests. Are you up for it, big man?”
“I only want to please you sir.” Call answered and the spot at his crotch instantly grew wider.
To be continued?