When I finally made it back home that evening, Wang Yuqiang was long gone. Instead, Lin Xiu was already back and had dinner waiting for me.
His mood was completely off the entire night. My first terrified thought was that he had somehow found out about Wang fucking me, but after a bit of careful probing, I realized that wasn't it. I tried beating around the bush a few more times to figure out what was wrong, but got nowhere. I had no choice but to drop it and wait for him to open up on his own.
The next few days passed quietly, right up until my phone lit up with a text from Wang Yuqiang:
"Brother Jian, the Yan twins are free tomorrow. I already told them we'd both be there."
Staring at the message, a sudden, inexplicable wave of anger flared up in my chest. How the hell could this man act like absolutely nothing had happened? How could he speak to me so casually?
On one hand, I felt a sense of relief: getting fucked that one time was just an out-of-the-ordinary sexual detour, nothing worth making a big deal over. But on the other hand, an irritating sense of bitterness gnawed at me. Wang Yuqiang had claimed my virgin hole, yet he was treating it like it meant absolutely nothing.
I know the feeling. I love breaking in virgin holes, too. In fact, whether a guy is gorgeous or plain, if he comes to me asking for his first time, I almost always say yes. Only a true alpha muscle top can understand that twisted sense of possessiveness. Plowing into uncharted territory with my dick always delivers an unmatched rush of conquest and achievement.
My massive cock would forever be branded into the memories of those virgin bottoms. Even if they went on to become the most shameless, insatiable sluts on earth, they would never forget the slab of meat that gave them their sexual awakening.
And let's be honest: how many of them were ever going to encounter another elite muscle top like me anyway?
That intoxicating vanity of being a top-tier stud had always kept my ego inflated...
right up until the night Wang Yuqiang fucked me.
After mulling it over for a long time, I decided to leave Wang on read, opting to give him the cold shoulder.
But the very next day, as I stepped off the elevator after work, there he was. Wang Yuqiang was leaning casually against the entrance of my office building. He was wearing his tight, department-issued workout gear that clung to every defined muscle, and the second he spotted me, he waved with sickening enthusiasm.
As I got closer, he let out a cocky, low whistle. "Brother Jian, you give off a completely different vibe in a suit. Those two slutty pups are going to be obsessed with you."
He didn't care about my cold demeanor at all. After some brief haggling, he essentially dragged me into his car. On the drive over, he rambled on about different Dom and sub dynamics, jokingly telling me I needed to take notes, completely ignoring my silent treatment.
The second he twisted the key and opened his front door, I heard two distinct barks. One came from the living room, I couldn't tell which Yan brother it was, but he was completely stripped down, wearing nothing but a blindfold and a leather collar, excitedly crawling toward us. The other bark echoed from the bedroom, sounding even more frantic, though the source didn't come out to greet us.
Wang Yuqiang instantly dropped the friendly, enthusiastic act from the car ride. His entire aura shifted back into that of the absolute, commanding alpha top he was in bed.
"Mutt. What are you supposed to do when your Master comes home?"
The muscular human pup on the floor quivered with excitement, quickly scrambling over to Wang's feet to eagerly lap at his sneakers. Wang gestured for me to keep my shoes on and head straight to the bedroom, telling me the younger Yan brother was waiting for me inside.
The moment I stepped into the bedroom, the younger Yan heard my heavy footsteps and frantically scrambled toward me. But barely two paces in, the heavy chain attached to his neck snapped taut, jerking him to a halt.
He was completely naked too. His lean, muscular torso was arched into a perfect doggy pose, and he was practically wagging his perky ass in the air, desperate for my attention.
But unlike his older brother, he was leashed to the heavy nightstand, completely immobilized. On top of that, his cock was locked away inside a steel chastity cage.
"You slutty little pup. Why are you tied up like this?"
I sneered, planting the sole of my dress shoe directly onto his caged dick and grinding it ruthlessly against the floor.
"Woof! Reporting to Master!" he panted heavily. "Daddy Yuqiang said my brother is his dog today, and I'm Daddy Jian's dog. He said I had to stay chained up until Daddy Jian arrived."
"Such a good, loyal dog," I praised coldly, reaching down to unhook the leash from his collar.
"Well, your Daddy is here now. I shouldn't need to teach you how to serve, should I?"
The younger brother let out two eager, ecstatic barks.
I planted one foot firmly on his face, grinding the leather sole against his cheek. He immediately wrapped his arms around my dress shoe, carefully worshipping every inch, from the dirty rubber sole to the polished leather upper, with his desperate tongue. My other foot toyed with his caged dick, occasionally nudging his exposed nipples with the toe cap. I savored every filthy whimper and slutty cry that escaped the worthless mutt's throat each time I kicked or pressed down harder.
"Does it taste good, you cheap dog? Your Daddy Yuqiang specifically waited at my office after work just so you could get a taste of my formal leather shoes," I sneered down at him.
"Delicious! Thank you, Daddy!"
"Fuck, now untie my laces. Mouth only."
Having wrecked countless holes, dominating a pup like this came to me naturally, as if by instinct.
The younger Yan clumsily gripped the shoelaces between his teeth, twisting his head to pull the knot loose. His obedient, struggling display only stoked the beastly hunger inside me.
"Open wide," I commanded.
I hooked the heel of my shoe into his gaping mouth, using the leverage to slip my foot free. The motion revealed my sheer dress socks, damp with a faint, musky scent of foot sweat accumulated during the long workday.
"Get your tongue on that," I ordered.
I'd had my feet licked plenty of times during standard hookups, but this was different.
This was the first time a devoted pup had worshipped me with such religious reverence. His tongue meticulously cleaned between every single toe, then latched on to suckle diligently, like a nursing infant desperate for nourishment. He kept going until the fabric was completely soaked with his saliva, and still he wouldn't stop.
My feet turned out to be an unexpectedly sensitive erogenous zone. The numbing, electrifying pleasure shooting up my legs turned the meat in my trousers hard as iron. I grabbed a fistful of the younger Yan's hair and dragged his face directly against my crotch. He rubbed his cheek greedily against the fabric, feeling the massive bulge beneath, taking deep, desperate breaths of my raw, masculine scent.
Seeing him act this shamelessly slutty actually cooled my urgency. I commanded him to unbuckle my belt and pull down my trousers. But just as he lunged forward, eagerly opening his mouth to take me in, I delivered a sharp, stinging slap across his face, knocking him back.
"Did I give you permission to eat, you cheap mutt?"
Trembling, he dropped back onto his knees. I immediately planted my foot on the back of his head, forcing his face flush against the floor in a submissive, impromptu kowtow.
"When a cheap dog wants to eat cock, what is he supposed to do?"
"Ah... please, Daddy, let me eat! Please let this worthless dog eat your massive cock!"
"There are endless dogs begging to eat my dick. Why the fuck should I give it to you?"
That question seemed to push him over the edge. He stuck his perky ass higher into the air, desperately trying to grovel and prove his worth.
"Because... because to make sure Daddy enjoys playing with me, this cheap dog works out constantly to build muscle, takes care of his skin, and practices holding the perfect doggy pose every single day..."
"I tell everyone outside that I'm versatile, but my brother and I only do it to please Daddy Yuqiang. He said that elite, dominant muscle tops like Daddy Jian and Daddy Yuqiang... you guys love playing with slutty male dogs who know how to fuck..."
A heavy stream of pre-cum leaked from the chastity cage locked around his dick, proving he was absolutely out of his mind with arousal. I stood up tall, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and started mercilessly face-fucking him, driving my hips forward to slam my cock straight into his throat.
I watched him gag in agony, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes from the choking force. Yet, he still clung desperately to my thighs, actively pulling my massive dick deeper down his own throat.
A twisted, euphoric rush suddenly blossomed in my chest.
So this is what it means to be a Master.
The physical pleasure was secondary. The real high came from the absolute, unchecked power I was exercising over the pathetic dog groveling at my feet. The intoxicating realization that with just the crook of my finger, I could summon endless, desperate devotion.
I lay back on the mattress, letting the younger Yan obediently follow me up. He lapped carefully at my cock, diligently cleaning away the spit from my previous face-fucking session.
"Ride it yourself," I commanded, tossing a bottle of lube and the poppers into his hands.
I had fucked him plenty of times before, so he adapted to my massive girth quickly, immediately starting to bounce with visible excitement.
When it comes to bottom-on-top positions, there are two variations where the bottom takes complete control.
The first is when the top's legs are pulled up and the bottom squats over him, moving up and down, essentially mimicking the mechanics of a top thrusting, but in reverse. You could call it "reverse-fucking."
The second is when the bottom just sits completely relaxed on the top and grinds back and forth; this angle allows the cock to repeatedly slam against the prostate, but it always makes the top feel like he's being used as a human dildo.
There was absolutely no way in hell I was letting this cheap mutt pull either of those moves on me.
Instead, I forced him to hold a half-squat, mimicking a dog begging, making him do deep squats repeatedly over my cock.
I watched his flushed face as he rode me, his tongue lolling out involuntarily, his two "paws" obediently tucked against his pecs in a perfect canine posture.
Whenever he held the pose well, I rewarded him by thrusting up brutally from below, which never failed to draw eager, ecstatic barks from his throat.
Suddenly, a metallic clinking sound echoed from the doorway.
Wang Yuqiang strolled into the bedroom, leash in hand, leading the older Yan brother by the collar. He had that trademark, infuriating smirk plastered across his face.
"So, Brother Jian. Are you enjoying playing with your pup? Does it feel good?"
"Woof!"
The younger brother, who was right in the middle of a euphoric high from my cock hitting his spot, couldn't help but let out two loud, eager barks in response to Wang's teasing.
Wang Yuqiang delivered a vicious, stinging slap across the younger Yan's face, nearly knocking him right off the bed.
"Slut. Did I give you permission to bark?"
I just let out a low chuckle, a silent agreement to Wang's earlier question about enjoying the pup.
Wang patted the older Yan brother on the head, issuing a cold command.
"Mutt. Go lick the exact spot where Daddy Jian is fucking your brother."
The older brother eagerly crawled onto the bed, kneeling right behind me. He buried his face beneath his younger brother's bouncing ass, his tongue darting out to lap at the wet junction where our bodies connected.
He knew exactly how to serve. He worked his tongue perfectly against the base of my cock and his brother's stretched hole, sending a rush of exquisite pleasure straight to my groin.
It felt so good I involuntarily slowed my thrusts.
Meanwhile, Wang sauntered over to the edge of the bed. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my mouth. I fully expected another deep, aggressive invasion of his tongue, but instead, he just left a fleeting, cryptic peck on my lips.
Then, he leaned back against the headboard, presenting his thick, half-erect cock right in front of my face.
"What is this?" My gaze instantly went ice-cold.
But Wang just kept that infuriating, knowing smile on his face. He pressed his index finger to his lips—shh—and then casually pointed at the two blindfolded Yan brothers behind and above me.
He was blackmailing me.
I pressed my lips into a hard, tight line, glaring dead into his eyes. But his smirk didn't waver for a second.
Instead, he gave his heavy meat a deliberate, teasing twitch, inching forward until the warm, broad head of his cock was pressed flush against my closed lips.
My mind was reeling, caught in a desperate, frantic tug-of-war.
Under normal circumstances, I would never have submitted to a threat like this.
So I got fucked once, no big deal. Wang could shout it from the rooftops if he wanted to.
I was still an elite alpha top, and there would always be an endless line of slutty bottoms desperate to get wrecked by my cock.
But right here, right now, I was forced to cave.
Wang had set the perfect, irresistible trap. He had handed me the intoxicating high of being an absolute Master, elevating me to the very peak of power.
Right beneath me, two pathetic dogs were using every trick in the book, abandoning all their dignity just to worship me.
The high of recklessly using others for my own pleasure, of completely unleashing my darkest desires, I was already addicted.
But this entire fantasy hinged on one crucial condition:
In their minds, I had to remain an absolute, untouchable alpha muscle top and a revered Master.
And to maintain that illusion of power over them, I had to become the slutty, subservient bitch beneath Wang Yuqiang's cock.
So, for the second time in my life, I opened my mouth and took Wang's dick past my lips.
Even though it was my second time, the sheer, terrifying girth of his meat still caught me off guard.
Desperate to vent the suffocating humiliation burning in my chest, I started brutally hammering into the younger Yan, forcing a series of breathless, filthy screams from his throat. The older brother seemed to get off on the violence too, as his own breathy moans started echoing through the room.
"You slutty dogs. Does Brother Jian play with you well? Are you getting off?" Wang called out.
"Yes! Daddy Jian is wrecking me so good! I want to be Daddy Jian's slutty dog for the rest of my life!" the younger Yan screamed.
"Two cheap dogs, insisting on needing two Masters to play with them," Wang remarked to the twins.
But his eyes were looking straight down at me.
Right at this moment, the "Daddy Jian" who was so ruthlessly dominating these two pups...
was obediently sucking his dick.
"Fuck. You, the older mutt! get over here and take my cock."
After I had serviced his cock for a while, Wang lay back on the mattress right next to me, commanding the older Yan to scramble over and ride him.
We lay there in identical positions, both of us relentlessly pounding the Yan brothers.
The twins, with their matching handsome faces, built physiques, and nearly identical, filthy moans, created a chaotic, intoxicating symphony of lust.
"You two cheap mutts. Turn each other on!" Wang ordered.
Between brutal thrusts, the brothers blindly reached out to pinch each other's nipples, sticking their tongues out, making out sloppily, and trading sharp slaps across the face.
They had completely devolved into mindless, brain-dead sluts.
Wang slid his arm under my neck, wrapping it around to fiercely pinch my nipple.
"Is this your first time watching pups slut it up together, Brother Jian? This is the real joy of having multiple subs. To please their Masters, they compete against each other until they completely lose their minds, turning into nothing but cheap, horny meat."
His mouth still respectfully called me "Brother Jian," but his fingers twisted my nipple with punishing force.
He forcefully tilted my chin, capturing my mouth in a deep, aggressive kiss, completely treating me like just another dirty slut he was playing with.
I gritted my teeth, pounding into the younger Yan harder and faster. His increasingly frantic screams seemed to set off his older brother, who started begging Wang Yuqiang to fuck him just as brutally.
The sheer sluttiness of these two cheap dogs suddenly became a silent competition between me and Wang.
We both put in the work, pushing our limits to drive the two pups into absolute, mind-shattering ecstasy.
Almost an hour later, both Wang and I were starting to feel the burn. We had the two dogs kneel down to service us.
He shared his poppers with me, and we made the pups compete to see who could deep-throat and hold their breath the longest. Watching the older Yan gag and cough disgustingly, yet still shamelessly wag his imaginary tail at Wang, neither of us could hold back our laughter.
"Which one of you two is the top dog, and which one is the bitch?" Wang asked.
"Woof! Reporting to Master. My brother is the top dog, and I'm the bitch," the younger Yan answered excitedly.
Wang explained the rules to me:
the top dog gets to fuck other dogs, while the bitch only gets to take it.
I instantly understood what he was setting up. The younger Yan was already in position, legs spread wide, just waiting for his own brother to enter him. The taboo of incest added a heavy, intoxicating layer of thrill to the scene, and I watched with intense fascination.
Before stepping back, Wang affectionately ruffled my hair.
"Brother Jian, fucking with Wang Yuqiang guarantees you a good time. Don't worry, there are going to be plenty of cheap mutts fighting over the chance to serve the two of us."
Wang clapped me on the shoulder.
"Brother Jian, let the older dog get a taste of your massive cock, too."
I didn't refuse. Instead, I grabbed onto the already-connected Yan brothers, slowly sinking my dick into the older brother's slut-hole from behind, pinning both of them beneath me.
These two nearly identical, muscular bodies formed a perfectly engineered machine.
I could clearly feel the force of every single thrust I delivered transferring straight from the older brother's ass down into his younger brother's hole. In response, the two cheap dogs would let out ecstatic, alternating barks.
It felt exactly like I was fucking both of them at the exact same time.
Suddenly, a cold rush of air brushed against the cleft of my ass. Wang Yuqiang was standing right behind me.
He gave a wicked, silent smirk, lazily sliding the heavy head of his cock against my entrance twice. Before I could even register what was happening, he forcefully thrust forward, sinking his massive meat straight into my hole.
Even with all the poppers I had inhaled, the sheer, unnatural girth of Wang's cock still sent a blinding shockwave of pain through me. But before I could scream, Wang's large hand clamped firmly over my mouth, suffocating the sound.
"Daddy Jian... please, keep fucking us," the Yan brothers begged from beneath me, feeling my hips suddenly freeze.
"Shut the fuck up, you impatient little sluts. Let your Daddy Jian get a drink of water first," Wang snapped smoothly.
To my shock, he actually twisted the cap off a water bottle one-handed, tipping a mouthful past my lips before holding the poppers under my nose for two more deep hits.
The tearing pain in my ass vanished almost instantly.
As my internal muscles adapted to his terrifying size, a sharp, electrifying wave of pleasure radiated from my stretched hole. Wang started to guide my hips, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.
I clamped my mouth shut, absolutely terrified of letting the two slutty dogs beneath me know that their untouchable Master was currently getting railed from behind.
But the second the Yan brothers felt the "train" moving again, they immediately resumed their ecstatic, filthy screaming.
This time, my mind was relatively clear, which only made me hyper-aware of exactly how Wang's massive cock was methodically destroying my sanity.
With every brutal slide of his thick shaft, it mercilessly crushed every single sensitive nerve inside my tight walls. Caught in the crushing, double pressure of Wang thrusting into me while I thrust into the older Yan brother, my prostate and my own cock were overloaded with an agonizingly sweet, god-tier high.
To make sure the Yan brothers didn't suspect a thing, Wang reached around, forcefully grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them back, locking my body flush against his solid chest.
He deliberately suppressed his own heavy grunts, but his mouth was pressed right against my ear. The hot, ragged puffs of air from his breathing sent shivers cascading down my spine, making my legs so weak I practically collapsed back into his embrace.
The more violently Wang pounded into me, the harder my own dick became, and the deeper I sank into the depraved, inescapable abyss of this "train" game.
His thrusts carried such terrifying, brutal force that every single impact drew frantic, violent reactions from the two pups beneath us.
They couldn't stop screaming, "Daddy Jian is so amazing! It feels so fucking good!"
But those slutty praises, words that would normally send my ego through the roof, faded into mere background noise.
The only thing echoing in my skull was the sound of Wang Yuqiang's heavy, rhythmic grunts as he blindly pounded away at my hole.
The suffocatingly thick, raw masculine scent rolling off his body made my muscles tremble violently, pushing me to the absolute brink of total surrender.
Without even realizing it, I softly breathed out, “Daddy..."
Wang heard it. His immediate response was another barrage of savage, merciless thrusts.
After countless rounds of relentless pounding, Wang and I finally hit the absolute edge. He accelerated his pace to a blinding speed, biting down hard on my earlobe to signal he was close.
I immediately let go, my own floodgates bursting wide open. One after the other, we dumped thick, heavy loads of cum deep into the slut-holes in front of us.
When I finally looked down at the Yan brothers, I realized they had both already climaxed multiple times. The thick ropes of cum splattered across their abs had already started to dry.
They had been begging for mercy for the last ten minutes, but Wang and I had completely ignored them, fucking them so ruthlessly they were practically drained of life.
"Useless trash. You can't even satisfy your Daddies. Get the fuck up and go shower!" Wang barked.
The two cheap dogs obediently scrambled off the bed, stumbling toward the bathroom one after the other. Wang immediately pulled me back down onto the mattress, wrapping his heavy arms around me and hauling me against his chest.
Not long after, the Yan brothers cleaned up and left.
Even though Wang and I didn't fuck again, I ended up spending the entire night at his place.
I really wanted to sit down and have a serious talk with him, to figure out exactly what the hell we were doing. But his infuriating, playful smirk made it impossible to interrogate him about his intentions.
Feeling completely helpless, I let him hold me tight, drowning in my own anxious thoughts for hours before I finally, barely, managed to fall asleep.
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