After that night, Wang Yuqiang became a regular third in our bed. We even tried DPing (double-penetrating) Lin Xiu a few times, but with both of us packing so much meat, the logistics were a nightmare and we could never quite make it work.
I did notice one perk, though. After getting wrecked by Wang so often, Lin Xiu's stamina leveled up. When it was just the two of us, he could take my pounding long enough to actually satisfy me most of the time. Honestly, I was pretty damn content with how things were.
But everything shifted on a weekend right before summer break.
We had a threesome lined up, but right before we got started, Lin Xiu got an abrupt phone call from his campus advisor. I offered to drive him to the university, but he shot me down, rushing out the door looking panicked before I could even ask what was going on.
Back in the bedroom, Wang Yuqiang and I just looked at each other. He mentioned he had plans later that night and asked if he could just chill at my place until then. My eyes dropped to the heavy, upward curve visibly straining against his crotch. I let out a dry laugh and told him to make himself at home.
Wang initially suggested calling over another bottom, but I shut that down. I had a strict rule: my bedroom was only used for play when Lin Xiu was involved. Wang sighed, casually handing me a glass of water as he complained that he'd never been blue-balled or stood up for a fuck in his life.
I was about to make a joke out of it, but suddenly Wang was right in my personal space, his body practically pressing against mine. "Brother Jian... why don't we just play with each other?"
"What, you want to jerk each other off?"
"A handjob isn't going to put out this fire," he purred.
"Then what exactly do you have in mind?"
Wang flashed a wicked smirk and leaned in closer, abruptly shifting gears.
"What's your absolute favorite type of bottom, Brother Jian? Someone like Lin Xiu?"
I nodded.
Lin Xiu had that lean, athletic build, fair skin over tight, subtle muscle. He looked delicate enough to break, but still undeniably masculine with a sharp, boyish charm. He was definitely my type.
"And what type would you say you are, Brother Jian?"
I thought about it for a second.
Maybe a few years ago, I fell into the same category as Lin Xiu, but I was significantly taller and broader. My face had that rugged, 'straight-bro' look. Even though I still looked young, I carried myself like a grown man with a solid career. Guys were always drawn to the confident, commanding, alpha energy I naturally gave off.
But I wasn't about to fall into his little trap. I gave him a cold, amused smirk.
"I'm not a bottom."
"Then why are you so hard, Brother Jian? Why are you leaking?"
I froze.
My gaze dropped. Sure enough, my dick was pitching a massive tent against the fabric of my boxer briefs, and a dark, wet spot of pre-cum was already bleeding through the tip.
"Brother Jian, calm down. I'll just go take a quick shower," Wang Yuqiang chuckled, casually brushing past me.
I stood frozen in the middle of the room, my brain feeling thick and sluggish. Why the hell was I sporting such a raging, unprovoked hard-on? I tried to think back. Before we were supposed to fuck, Wang had handed me a pill... but I was almost positive it was just half a Viagra. We literally split it.
Wang was quick in the shower. Moments later, I heard the water cut off in the master bathroom. Since he was using the en-suite, every single sound echoed into the bedroom with painful clarity. I could even see his silhouette through the frosted glass door standing in front of the sink. But after toweling off, he didn't come out.
Instead, a series of soft, rhythmic pants drifted through the door.
Wang Yuqiang was jerking off.
I knew I should say something, tell him to hurry the fuck up or shut the door tight, but for some inexplicable reason, the words died in my throat.
His grunts were low and powerful, mimicking the exact brutal rhythm he kept when he was pounding a hole. The sound triggered an involuntary flashback in my mind: all those slutty bottoms, eyes rolled back, lost in absolute ecstasy beneath him.
Suddenly, a deep, maddening itch sparked deep within my prostate. It was an alien sensation, an ache radiating from a place inside me that had never, ever been explored.
Wang's breathing grew louder, rougher. It was obvious he wasn't trying to hide what he was doing. I could see his silhouette braced against the vanity, his hand moving faster and faster, his pants turning into heavy groans. And with every sound he made, my heart hammered harder against my ribs. I practically ripped down my own underwear, wrapping my fist around my massive, throbbing cock, but no matter how frantically I stroked myself, it felt completely hollow and pointless.
Finally, the panting stopped. I heard Wang curse under his breath, and then the bathroom door swung open.
"Haha. I literally can't shoot from just jerking off," he grumbled, shaking his head in mock frustration.
His massive, purple-headed monster was standing straight up, glaring right at me.
And then, as if possessed by some outside force, the words just spilled out of my mouth.
"Let me suck you off."
Wang didn't hesitate. He fell back onto the bed, and I crawled over to him, dropping down between his legs.
Despite the countless threesomes we'd shared, this was the absolute first time I had ever put my mouth on Wang Yuqiang's cock.
As a total muscle top, I rarely found myself on the receiving end of a blowjob. The second his cock breached my lips, I was genuinely stunned. The swollen, bulbous head pushed straight to the back of my mouth, and the sheer girth of his shaft made it nearly impossible for my jaw to close completely. Even though he'd just showered, his meat still carried a heavy, intoxicating scent of raw masculine musk.
I suddenly understood the high bottoms chased when giving head. That feeling of complete, devoted submission, it was enough to make any slut addicted. But as a total top, I'd never experienced it. For me, sucking dick was always just a transactional warm-up, or a way to indulge the bottom beneath me. Yet here, right now, Wang Yuqiang's cock was stirring a foreign, undeniable heat deep in my gut. I couldn't stop my tongue from swirling around his thick shaft, lapping at it over and over.
Suddenly, Wang's hand landed on my head, his fingers threading through my hair.
"Brother Jian... you suck so fucking well. Feels incredible."
His hand slid down, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. That simple, tender caress sent a strange, electrifying shiver straight through my chest.
"Take good care of my cock, and we'll both feel amazing."
Before I could even process what he meant, Wang violently surged upward. He slammed his hips forward, brutally driving his meat straight down my throat. In that split second of relaxed vulnerability, he completely breached my gag reflex. If someone had been watching from the outside, they would have seen the distinct, unnatural bulge of his dick stretching the skin of my throat.
He pulled out just a second later, gasping.
"Fuck, that's tight! Brother Jian, I absolutely love your throat."
Before I could even spit out a string of curses, Wang clamped both hands firmly on the sides of my head. He locked me in place and initiated a relentless, punishing rhythm, face-fucking me with rapid, brutal force. I couldn't utter a single word, only muffled, pathetic whimpers, 'ngh, mmph.' around the massive slab of meat choking me. With every ruthless thrust, his cock leaked thick strings of pre-cum straight down my throat, forcing me to involuntarily swallow it all.
Maybe it was the oxygen deprivation, or maybe it was something else entirely, but my head started spinning. My brain short-circuited. The only thing existing in my universe was the suffocating presence of Wang's cock in my mouth and the overwhelming taste of his dick.
Five minutes later, he finally slowed down and pulled out. I collapsed against the edge of the bed, coughing and gasping for air. Wang smoothly materialized beside me, tipping a glass of water to my lips before uncapping a bottle of poppers. He held it to my nose.
"Here. Take a hit to relax."
The chemical rush eased my physical exhaustion, but it sent my mind spiraling even further into a dizzy, hazy high. The musky taste of his dick was permanently branded on my tongue. I couldn't help but leave my mouth open, my tongue lolling out as I panted heavily for air.
Watching me pant like a mindless, desperate dog, Wang's eyes darkened with fresh arousal. He hauled me up by the back of the neck and crashed his lips into mine for a fierce, suffocating kiss.
"Fuck, Brother Jian, you're amazing. You suck dick so well, panting with your tongue hanging out like a desperate little dog... I absolutely love how slutty you look right now."
At this point, my mind was too far gone to process or fight back against his dirty talk. I just let him press me flush against his chest, pliant and surrendered to whatever he wanted to do with me.
Slowly, the dense fog in my brain began to lift, but as my consciousness rebooted, it was completely hijacked by Wang Yuqiang. Every single sensation was magnified: the heat of his rough palms feverishly dragging over my pecs; the brutal friction of his rock-hard, sculpted muscles grinding against my own built physique; the aggressive, suffocating invasion of his thick tongue claiming my mouth; and the scorching heat of the massive slab of meat between his legs, relentlessly rutting against my perineum.
The sheer sensory overload made me curl into him involuntarily. Like an octopus, I clamped all my limbs tightly around his solid frame.
"Finally kicking in..." Wang murmured, forcefully prying my arms off him. He reached over for the lube.
The moment I felt the cold slide of the gel, sheer, terrified instinct kicked in. I thrashed, trying to buck him off, but Wang pinned me down with crushing force.
"Don't move. You're going to love this."
Wang dragged his thick, heavy cock up and rested it right against my cheek. His voice dropped into a dark, commanding register.
"Brother Jian. Tell me what's on your face right now."
"A dick."
"And what is a dick used for?"
"For taking a piss."
"Bullshit!" Wang barked, slapping the heavy, veined meat aggressively across my cheek.
His cock was so massive and dense that the impact actually stung.
"If it's just for pissing, then why the fuck is your tongue out trying to lick it?"
Was I licking it?
I realized with a jolt of humiliation that, without even registering it, my tongue had automatically darted out to taste his dick.
The monster bouncing against my face was radiating an intense, scorching heat and a suffocating, intoxicating masculine musk. It was calling out to me, demanding to be serviced.
"Say it. What else is a dick used for?"
"It's... it's used for me to eat."
I looked up at him, panting, my tongue lolling out in absolute submission.
Wang Yuqiang completely froze. His hand reached down, gently, almost reverently, cupping the side of my face.
Right now, an elite muscle stud, a man who had it all: the physique, the successful career, the top-tier sexual prowess; a stoic, commanding alpha top who was used to giving the orders, was staring up at him with an open mouth, licking his cock with a shamelessly slutty expression.
I had looked down at enough desperate bottoms in my life to know with absolute certainty: no alpha top on earth could resist this kind of temptation.
But in this moment, the sheer humiliation of shedding all my pride, of throwing away every burden just to act like a cheap whore and please the muscle stud in front of me... it was an intoxicating high I couldn't pull myself out of.
"You fucking slut," Wang growled.
"My cock isn't just for eating. It's for wrecking that slutty hole of yours!"
My brain was entirely offline. I could only nod blankly, absolutely desperate for that godly slab of meat to finally impale my body.
Wang pushed me flat onto my back on the mattress, lifting my legs high to expose my ass. Then, he began to slowly press his massive dick inside me. Even at that agonizingly cautious pace, the pain was instantaneous and sharp. The sheer agony made me thrash involuntarily beneath him, a layer of cold sweat breaking out across my forehead.
"Take it, slut! Endure it!" Wang barked.
"The drug already loosened you up. Just relax!"
He pinned me down with crushing force, refusing to let go until he was buried balls-deep inside me. Looking down at my face, slick with a mix of sweat and tears, his expression suddenly softened. He leaned down, wrapping his heavy arms around me in a tight embrace.
"Brother Jian... I just wanted you too much," he murmured against my skin.
"I claimed your virgin hole. From now on, you belong to me."
I could feel the terrifying mass of his dick lodged deep inside me. Every inch of my tight, inexperienced colon was cramping in painful resistance, desperately trying to push the invader out. But Wang smoothly grabbed the bottle of poppers, forced two massive hits into my lungs, and then crashed his lips against mine in a deep, passionate kiss, completely hijacking my senses.
By the time he finally pulled back, the poppers had worked their magic. My internal muscles had melted, adapting to his massive girth. Just like that, the painful transition was complete: my tight, stubborn ass had been permanently broken in, transformed into a receptive, slutty hole.
"Fuck," Wang muttered to himself, his voice thick with wonder.
"I don't think I've ever been this gentle with a hole in my entire life."
And with that, he slowly began to thrust.
The first, overwhelming sensation his massive cock brought me was fullness. The feeling of being stretched to the absolute limit forced my tight intestinal walls to cling desperately to his meat, magnifying the friction a hundredfold. As Wang began to work into me, my prostate slowly swelled with a deep, aching pressure. I couldn't hold back the low, guttural grunts escaping my chest.
It wasn't enough. Not even close.
On the very first day my virgin hole was claimed, I discovered my true nature.
Just like my obsession with brutal pile-driving, my habit of collecting sexual partners like trophies, and my desperate need to be the center of attention at every orgy...
My borderline sex addiction destined me for exactly this. I was born to be a top-tier, insatiable muscle-bottom, one that could take a relentless pounding and beg for more.
Wang Yuqiang clearly sensed my rising desperation.
He deliberately slowed his thrusting to an agonizing crawl. The instant I let out an involuntary, dissatisfied whine, he chuckled.
"What's wrong, Brother Jian? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
The tiny, pathetic shred of my alpha-top pride that remained stopped me from answering right away. I just whimpered louder in protest.
"Fuck, speak to me, you slut!"
Wang drove his hips forward in a single, brutal thrust that forced a high, filthy scream from my lips. His massive head scraped fleetingly past my prostate. It wasn't enough to bring me pleasure; it only intensified the agonizing sense of emptiness.
My brain was completely fried. I couldn't think anymore.
"...It feels weird down there."
"Down where?"
"...My asshole."
"Haha. What's an asshole? Never heard of it."
"The... the place you're fucking..."
"Haha. My cock doesn't fuck assholes. I only fuck slut-holes."
"My slut-hole then... my slut-hole can't take it anymore."
The first line of defense had been entirely breached. I turned my face away, desperately trying to bury my head in the pillows to hide my shame, but Wang swept all the bedding off the mattress in one violent motion, forcing me to look him right in the eye.
"Your slut-hole can't take it? What should we do about that? Should I call someone else over to take a look at it?"
"No..."
"Then what do we do? Does Brother Jian know anyone who can help?"
"You can. You... help me..."
"Me? How am I supposed to help you? You're going to have to give me explicit instructions, Brother Jian. I don't understand what you want."
I fell dead silent, my hands gripping the bedsheets so tight my knuckles turned white. I stared blankly up at the ceiling.
Suddenly, the massive cock buried deep inside me violently twitched. A strange, electrifying jolt of pleasure mixed with pain struck me like a lightning bolt, instantly shattering whatever sanity I had left.
Nothing else existed in my brain anymore. Only the desperate need to get fucked.
"Use your massive cock... to fuck my slut-hole."
The second line of defense crumbled.
"Haha. If you're begging for help, shouldn't you be a little more polite, Brother Jian?"
"Please... please use your massive cock to fuck my slut-hole."
"And shouldn't you show a little respect? What do you call the alpha top who's wrecking your hole?"
"Daddy! Big-cock Daddy! Please, just fuck me!"
The final wall shattered completely.
And finally, I got exactly what I was desperate for.
Wang Yuqiang launched into a savage, relentless pounding that instantly dragged me down into an abyss of endless pleasure. The high was so violently intense it felt like a tidal wave crashing over me, swallowing every last ounce of sensation in my muscles. The only anchor keeping me grounded was the agonizingly sweet collision of his meat slamming repeatedly against my prostate.
In that exact moment, Wang Yuqiang was my only savior.
Like a drowning man thrashing in the surf, I reached out blindly, grabbing onto him, pawing at him, feeling the broad expanse of his pecs, the dense, solid mass of his biceps, the harsh, handsome lines of his face.
But every single touch only seemed to trigger Wang's primal, dominant aggression further, driving me deeper into a state of delirious helplessness.
Right up until the very end, Wang brutally degraded me, his hand clamping tight around my throat. The suffocating, dizzying rush of breath play sent me spiraling over the edge, climaxing right alongside him in a mind-shattering high.
People always say bottoms can't actually feel a top cumming inside them. But Wang's powerful, pulsing eruptions and the violent spasms of his massive cock left zero room for doubt. He was staking his absolute claim on my slut-hole. Even after finishing, he refused to pull out, keeping his dick buried deep in my ass as he collapsed down to hold me.
If you've ever been relentlessly pile-driven by an elite muscle top for a solid hour straight, you'd understand exactly how I felt.
The continuous, savage pounding completely pulverized whatever alpha-top willpower I had left. All that remained in my mind was an infinite, overwhelming sense of attachment and pure worship for Wang Yuqiang.
I wrapped my arms and legs tight around his solid frame, pressing my face flush against his. I tenderly licked his jawline, his earlobes, his lips, before finally surrendering to a deep, passionate kiss.
"Fuck... that's the first time I've ever come from just an hour of fucking," Wang panted.
"Brother Jian, wrecking you feels way too fucking good."
Wang pushed himself up slightly to look down at me.
"Heh. Fucking with Wang Yuqiang feels incredible, doesn't it?"
I nodded.
Wang Yuqiang grabbed the poppers again, holding the little bottle right under my nose to guide my breathing.
"That pill is going to keep you acting like a total slut all night," he smirked.
"Stop clinging to me, neither of us is done fucking yet!"
Guided by his hand, I obediently inhaled the fumes. I rolled over, presenting my ass high in the air to take him doggy-style as we launched straight into round two.
Soon enough, the air in the bedroom grew thick once more with the sounds of degrading curses, helpless, filthy moans, and the relentless, wet smacks of flesh slamming against flesh.
It was my very first night as a bottom, yet it felt like I was broken into every single degrading position a slut could possibly take a cock.
It wasn't until dawn finally broke that we, two exhausted muscle studs, finally passed out.
I didn't even care if the drugs had completely worn off or not. I just greedily curled up in Wang Yuqiang's embrace, sleeping so heavily that I nearly missed an important morning meeting with a client.
There wasn't even time to shower. I barely managed to fix my hair before rushing frantically out the door to the office.
Maybe I just wasn't ready to face Wang in the cold light of day. I left without waking him, desperately hoping to use work as a temporary escape from everything that had happened the night before.
But who was I really fooling?
Beneath my crisp, tailored suit and dress shirt, my solid, muscular physique was completely crusted in our dried cum and pre-cum.
And even worse, my thoroughly wrecked hole was still periodically leaking warm drops of lube and semen straight into my briefs.
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