Romance Model
It felt like an eternity since, the muscular T..
🕑 Added 2023-05-23 01:16:18 +0000 UTC
Romance Model
It felt like an eternity since, the muscular Tristan fucked a woman. He used to be a womanizer. He would use women, seduce them and get what he wanted. After he get what he wants he will toss the girl away. However, he eventually used the wrong girl, and her rich, bisexual father was someone whom he didn’t want to cross. The girl’s father tracked him down and broke him. After the billionaire was done with him, Tristan no longer had any interest in women nor was able to function sexually for them. Women still drool over his sculpted, perfect body especially seeing him working out, his huge muscles pumping,
Tristan was walking from the gym to his apartment, when he saw the limousine in front of his apartment. He paused. His first instinct was to turn around and head back to the gym, but he knew better. Taking a deep breath he continued on. The limousine driver was standing by the passenger side door waiting for his employer. The driver smirked at Tristan as Tristan started up the sloop. Tristan tried to act cool, but he knew the driver knew what he was. Tristen could feel the driver’s eyes on his plump ass as he walked up the stairs. He felt like a piece of meat, a whore.
Tristen entered the apartment and saw the older, well dressed man sitting in a chair facing the door. The man was smoking his expensive cigars, smirking at him.
“Good workout, Trissie,” the older man blew the smoke toward him.
Tristen hated the smell of the strong, rich cigar smoke, but he knew better than to complain. “Yes, sir.”
The balding man motion for Tristan to come closer. The younger, 5’11 adonis dropped his gym bag by the door and walked closer.
“Take off your clothes,” the older man ordered and blew smoke into his face.
Without saying a word, Tristan reached back and pulled at his ponytail, letting his long hair fall over his tattooed shoulders. He then lifted his white tight tank top to peel it up and over his torso. His stomach was a tight, sculpted 8 pack with road map veins and deep cuts of his Apollo belt point into his thin shorts. Tristan looked like a model from the cover of a romance novel, with his huge, chisel muscles and long hair falling over his massive shoulders. Tattoos ran up each powerful, vascular ridden arms and over his mountainous shoulders and large pecs.
Tristan moved between the older man’s legs. His own legs were thick and completely smooth. Every powerful, bulging muscle was unobstructed by any ugly body hair. The older man placed his hands on the massive quads, tracing the perfectly defined quadriceps. Tristan’s thighs were as big around as the master’s wife's waist. As the man then traced the veins of Tristan’s lower stomach, he hooked his thumb in the waistband of his green Jed North workout shorts and pulled them down. Tristen pulled away just enough as he peeled the shorts down his powerful legs and stepped out of them. He then stood in only a jockstrap. Without taking his eyes off his master, Tristan pulled down the jockstrap.
“Such a beautiful girl,” the older man marveled at Tristan’s naked body.
Tristan’s once proud cock was shriveled and useless, locked inside a cockcage. The cockcage’s key hung from a chain around Tristan’s own thick neck and laid resting between the deep valley of his massive pecs.
At one time, Tristan considered himself an alpha male, in charge, dominant, a womanizer. He took what he wanted. After his master took him, broke him, the older man let Tristan’s hair grow out, while permanently removing all of his manly body hair from the neck down. Tristan no longer thought of himself as a man. The symbols of his manhood were gone or reduced to being useless. His body, despite its huge muscles, masculine, tough tattoos, was graceful and beautiful. He was an object.
“Get on your knees,” the older man ordered.
Tristen plaused but then lowered himself to his knees. All along keeping his eyes on the master’s cock.
“That a good girl,” the man whispered as he pulled Tristan’s hair back. “Such a good little girl.”
The old Tristan would be humiliated. Instead, Tristan showed no emotions as he reached out and unzippered the older man’s pants. He then reached his hand into the expensive suit pants and pulled out the hard cock. The cock was bigger and thicker than Tristan's once proud cock ever was. Closing his green eyes, Tristan wrapped his lips around the cock and slowly took it down his throat.
“Such a good cocksucker,” the older man whispered as he ran his fingers through Tristan’s long mane.
Tristan groaned and grunted as the master wrapped his fist around Tristan’s hair and began to pull the sexy stud on and off his cock while fucking his mouth. All along Tristan kept his eyes looking up at his master, looking for approval. He was so well trained. Tristan no longer gagged as the thick cock pounded the back of his throat. His gag reflex was fucked out of him. After Tristan had thoroughly lubed the thick cock with his drool and saliva, the older man pulled him off his cock by Tristan’s long hair.
The master then stood up. While still on his knees Tristan reached up and helped the master undress. Once naked the older man laid on the bed and ordered Tristan to straddle him. Tristan took the chain that held the key to his cockcage, into mouth as he reached behind himself and spread his steel like ass cheeks, exposing his pink, hairless manpussy. He then lowered himself down on the thick hard cock. He felt so good, even though he couldn’t get hard due to the cockcage. The thick cock was stretching him open as he impaled himself on it. His musclepussy felt so good being filled by a real man. Tristan grew used to his asshole now being called a pussy and his locked up cock as his cunt. He grinds and flexes his tight bubble ass as the cock works against his prostate. The master ran his hands up Tristan’s massive tattooed thighs and behind to grip the firm perfectly shaped buttocks. The man’s hands felt so good on Tristan’s body as he squeezed and knead the firm cheeks while Tristan fucked himseld on the cock. The man moved his hands up the chisel lowered back, exploring the thick cords of muscles that formed the v shape of Tristan’s lower back. The master then moved his hands around the lean, tight waist and tracing the sculpted muscles of Tristan’s obliques and cobble abs. There wasn't a visible ounce of fat on Tristan’s beautiful body.
The master’s hands moved further up and took both of Tristan’s nipples between his fingers. Tristan groaned as the man then began to twist and flick his fingers over the sensitive man tits. It caused Tristan to bounce up and down on the cock harder, and tightened his anal muscles around the thick cock. His anal muscles were flexing around his master’s cock, milking it. The master thrusted into the air as he shot his load up into Tristan’s ass.
“Fucck yes daddy sir! cum inside my muscle pussy,” Tristan threw back his head and cried out as he felt the older man’s seed fill him.
Although, his little dicklit couldn’t get completely aroused, it began to drip cum out of his cunt.
