Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2016 04:34:42 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Leggings Make The Man,  (authoritarian)

Leggings Make The Man


There he stands, shirtless, pumped. His tight leggings creating a smooth,
second skin around his granite thighs and rock hard ass.  He's proud of his
body, most of all his ass and legs.

He loves his gear. We both do. Always color coordinated, always a hat,
watch, shoes and leggings. Always shirtless if he can. He must have fifty
pair of leggings, all different colors, different brands, although, he
prefers Nike and Under Armour. They seem to fit the tightest and are able
to withstand the massive amounts of stretching they endure during his two
hours workouts.

Look at him. Perfect body, perfect proportions. Looking like a superhero
ready to take on the next man who questions his might.  He's the epitome of
masculinity, of strength, powerful. He likes the looks he gets in the gym
as well as out in public. Wears the tightest jeans, his shirts a size too
small.Showing off his hard work is an addiction for him.  He wants
attention. He craves other people's approval. He needs reassurance that he
is a specimen to be envied by all men he comes in contact with.

With no shame, parading around the gym shirtless, nothing but his leggings
showing off that ass and quads, his best attributes. He's that guy.  That
guy in the gym grunting loudly on the squat rack, making as much noise as
he can to draw the attention of his peers.  He wants them to watch him. He
wants them to admire him.  He wants them to want to be him.

I've had to watch this shit everyday for the last six months. He acts like
he is a god until I come around. He doesn't hold a candle to me. Don't get
me wrong, he's hot and he has every right to show off but he owes it all to
me. He would never admit it, which pisses me off but he knows it though.
All that he is today is because of me. Right down to his choice of workout
gear is my doing. I might as well dress him from my closet. Leggings, the
only thing they're good for is showing off a nice ass.  Thats why I wear
them. The first time he slid a pair on and saw his own ass in them was like
a new awakening. I'm also responsible for his ego. I'm not talking
necessarily about his body either. I'm talking about his true self. His
endeavor to look like me and to be like me but he will never be like me

I knew it when i met him. He respects my body. He respects that I know what
I'm doing.  He may not say much but I can tell.

So, here we are. Standing in the parking lot behind his over-sized red
pickup. A big truck for his big ego. He's pumped up, still in his lifting
gear.

"Hey." He grunts.

"Ready?" I ask"

"Yeah." He grunts again as he looks around, for once making sure no one is
in earshot.

He's a man of few words. He's quiet and brooding. And dumb. Pretty and
dumb. During workouts the only thing he ever said was "more weight."

He stands there staring at me. Waiting. Flexing his arms and chest, showing
me his alpha stance. You may think he's waiting for me to ask what he wants
of me. You may think he wants to intimidate me. You would think wrong.

You may see an adonis, what I see is a moaning little pussyboy who loves
nothing more than being pushed down face first into a mattress and a cock
rammed into his tight, smooth ass. Get him behind closed doors and he
transforms. His transformation is unmistakable. His alpha posture fades
away. His shoulders slump. His head hangs down. He is now a submissive. And
he hates it.

"Yeah? Just yeah?" I ask with a smirk. I'm toying with him. I love to see a
man like him squirm. I want him to say what he wants but I'll settle for
"yeah."

He again looks around, no one around, he scowls at me, "Dude, can we just
go do this?" He grips the water jug harder.  He's getting anxious.

"Yeah, cowboy. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

He looks as if he'd going to burst at the seams, sweaty and nervous.

"I need a fix."

"You do?" I said laughing. "A fix, huh? Is that what you call it? A fix?"

He starts turning red. He's angry but he knows better. My rules, my
game. I'm the one that found him or he found me.  He was hunting for
someone like me. He knows I'm the only one he can trust. I'll keep his
secret because he'll keep mine as well.

"Fuck." He says under his breath as he turns and walks to the door of his
pickup and gets in. I laugh some more and walk to the passenger side. I
climb up into his monster truck. I swear it needs a fucking ladder.

He starts up the engine and revs it.  It's loud.  A man's truck. I'm still
smirking because I know this shit doesn't fool me at all. This little act
of his.  He thinks he's being sly but guys like me are not stupid. What
really pisses him off is me sitting in his truck, smiling and basically
mocking him for his delusions of grandeur. He knows I think he's full of
shit and I know what he really is. He's just a cumdump with an extremely
fuckable ass. He knows it and he loves it.  He's receiving the ultimate in
body worship. He's using his body to get other guys off and knowing his
body can make a dude cum is intoxicating.

His engine is beyond obnoxious. He shifts into gear and we head out of the
gym parking lot, our destination, his condo.

"Ya know people just think you're overcompensating for something with this
big ass truck. You're just giving yourself away."

He doesn't look at me. "No, I'm not." he says in a monotone voice.

"No? So you think this truck makes you seem more masculine? More manly?" I
say sarcastically. Needling him.

Still not looking at me. "It's bad-ass."

"Oh please. Everyone knows guys who drive these things either have a tiny
dick or they are hiding something. And what this you calling it "a fix?"
It's a fuck, dude. Call it what it is you pussy."

He stares out the windshield. "Can you not talk?"

I chuckled. I reached over slowly and lay my hand on his thigh and
squeezed. His body stiffened.

"We don't have to talk." I said quietly as I moved my hand up and down his
huge quad.  I ran my hand over the slick spandex and felt his quads flex at
the touch. His breathing became heavy and he let a low growl. I pinched the
spandex on his quad, pulled up and let it snap back down on his thigh. His
eyes closed and he took a sudden inhale. He let the air out slowly.

I continued to run my hand over his leg, to his hip flexor, to his mound
where he was rock hard and it looked like his cock would burst though the
tight material. I rubbed his cock and squeezed it though the spandex.

He was taking short breathes as I jacked his cock. The material causing
friction as I jacked faster and faster.

He came up to a red light and stopped.

"Oh my god... Stop...Please.." I squeezed tighter and jack harder. I
smirked again as he looked at me. "Please, dude.." His eyes started to roll
back and his body started to tense.  I pulled my hand off his cock quickly
just before it was time for him to shoot.  Edging him always makes him more
cock hungry.  He hates it.  I love it. He's not in control and he hates
it. He can't help himself.

"Alright. Besides, I want you to cum while I'm inside that pretty little
ass."

He caught his breath as he gripped the steering wheel and started to drive
again.  We were a block from his condo and I could tell he was getting more
and more anxious. He was acting like a heroin addict.

I followed him into his condo but not before he looked around checking no
one was paying attention to us as we went in.

"Damn, bro. You're fucking paranoid."

Ignoring me, he dropped his gym bag on the floor next to the door and made
a bee-line for the bed room.

I walked behind him, ogling that amazing ass. So high and tight. Two big
bubbles of muscle. The leggings straining to contain the hard globes.

"You think no one can hear you moaning like a little bitch when I'm balls
deep in your hole?" I called to him from behind.  He still ignored me.  He
knew what I was saying was true.  The bitch can be loud.

He crawled onto the bed and lay face down. He buried his head in the
pillow, the bill of his backward hat sticking up. He began humping the
mattress as he flexed his incredible ass, pushing his dick into the
mattress. His red spandex ass pointing up and then squeezing shut.

I took off my t-shirt, threw it on the bed in front of his head. I crawled
over him and suspended myself above his body in a push-up position.  I
looked down at the mounds of muscle that were flexed for my benefit. I
slowly lowered my body down onto him, my chest lightly touching his back. I
rolled my body down, chest, abs, cock. When i felt my cock touch that ass,
I released all my weight and sank down into the deep crack of his ass. His
ass so full that if I straightened my legs they would stick straight out as
a balanced my body on his ass. He moaned into the pillow as my weight
pressed him into the bed.

I humped his butt, my cock, rock hard and resting between the melons of his
butt. I humped harder and faster, pressing my cock down further and further
making his body bounce until he starts pushing his ass up. His back arches,
making his ass come up higher. I sit up, sitting back on his hamstrings and
I slap each cheek hard. I slap down and grab with each hand and squeeze as
hard as i can. His ass is wiggling side to side, rising and sinking. Each
slap brings a short high pitched squeal from the pillow. He is gripping the
corners of the pillow tight.

I run my hand down the crack and between his legs and i find his hole. I
push in with my thumb, pushing a spandex covered digit into his tight
hole. His body stops writhing and he calms. He spreads his legs a bit so i
can get better access. I push my middle finger into the spandex covered
hole, pushing more and more into him. He moans from the pillow and then
raises his head and looks up at the headboard. He growls and moans and
pushes his ass into my finger trying to make it go deeper and deeper.

 I begin to finger him faster and faster, each thrust going deeper and
deeper, stretching the material into this hole. I can tell he's ready.
He's pushing his ass so high that he's almost on his knees, his back arched
to it's limit.

"Say it." I say with a short jab into his hole. Each jab releases a sigh
from his mouth. He looks back at me, face red, eyes big and hungry.

"Say it." I repeat.

He looks back at me again, his teeth clenched, veins bulging in his
neck. He does not want to say what he wants to say. I jam my finger in
again and leave it in as I wiggle it back and forth and round and round.

He rises up on his elbows but buries his head in the pillow. He yells into
the pillow as his fist flies up and slams back down into he mattress beside
his head. He's trying to resist but he can't. He needs it.  He knows
it. Again he slams his fist down, again, again, one more time.

He speaks into the pillow a muffled response. I finger punch his hole
again.

He lifts his head up, looking straight ahead. "Fuck me!"

"Good boy." I give his glute a smack.

He puts his face back into the pillow and squeezes it around his head. I
think I hear the distinct sound of sobbing. I stretch out over him and put
my mouth to his ear that's stuffed into the pillow.

"Hey now." I whisper quietly. "Shh shh shh. Baby, it's ok." I slowly grind
my cock onto his butt. "You always do this." I say soothingly. "You know we
both need this. You need this."

He calms again. "I know you're struggling, babe. You think this makes you
less of a man. It doesn't, babe. This is what you are and you can be who
you are with me."

He turned his head to the side. One watery eye looking up at me.

"I'm the only one who understands you. I'm the only one who knows you. I
know what you need and you want me to get what I need."

I lowered my lips closer to his ear. "We good, stud?"

He nodded his head, yes.

"Good boy."

I kissed the back of his head. I kissed his shoulder and kissed down his
back to his ass. I spread his cheeks and sank my tongue onto his hole,
tonguing the spandex into his waiting hole. He started to moan again. I
licked and sucked until the material as thin and wet.

I sat back up on his hamstrings. I placed thumbs and forefingers near his
hole, grabbing a little bit of spandex at the seam and slowly ripped open a
small opening. He hissed out a "Yes!'

I reached over and took the lube off the side table, drizzled a generous
amount through the opening onto his tight pucker.

I pulled the front of my own leggings down under my balls, my long, thick
cock sticking straight up.  I drizzled lube on it as well. I aimed my cock
at the opening in the spandex and pushed slowly into his upturned hole.

He tensed up as I sank in.  He legs stiffened and his toes pointed. The
sound coming from his mouth was unintelligible. I continued to sink in
farther.  Never in my life had I ever felt anything so tight.  It was as if
I had a rubber band around my cock and I was rolling it down to the base,
strangling my dick.

His breathing became labored, he was sucking air though clenched teeth, his
eyes squeezed shut tight.

"I'm in, baby. I'm all the way in."

"Hurts." He groaned.

"I know, I know. It always does at first. You know that. Relax."

"Ohhh...god...." He groaned again. "Hurtssss."

"Relax. You know what to do."

I was starting to get aggravated with this little bitch now. He didn't
whine this much the last two times.

"Come on! Stop being a pussy!" I pulled out, right to the tip and pushed
back in. He shot up to his elbows and screamed.

"God damn, you are so..fucking...tight! You're gonna break my dick off,
dude."

I started to move in and out a little faster until I was gliding in and out
without any resistance. His groans turned to "Ohhhs" and his ass began to
rise up to meet my thrusts.

"There ya go, big boy. That's it."

His voice went up every time I hit his nut. Short, quick, high pitched
squeaks. It was such a drastic change from his usual deep, gruff voice. He
almost sounded like a chic when every time I pushed that button in his
ass. I started to laugh as I fucked.

"Man, look at you." I fucked him harder."Big muscle man, taking it in the
ass and squealing like a little bitch."

I started to smash my dick into him, my abs crashing against his ass, his
hands gripping harder to the sheets, each thrust I make scooting him inch
by inch towards the head of the bed.

"Arch your fucking back, fucker."

He lifted himself to a push up position until he was on all fours, his
triceps bulging as he strained to keep himself up. The small of his back
began to sink and his ass began to rise. I reached under and felt his abs,
every sculpted one. He dick was still rock hard as my cock plunged into
him. His massive back flexed, his lats spreading like a cobra. I took hold
of his fucking tiny waist and really punched into that tight, tight hole. I
couldn't believe I lasted this long.

I pushed my cock all the way and stopped. He started moaning like a whore.

"Don't stop." He said quietly, out of breath.

"I'm not stopping muscle boy. I just want to make it more fun."

I leaned forward onto his back. I stretched my arm out and grabbed the
t-shirt I had thrown on the bed. I sat back up behind him, my dick still
buried. I took two ends of the shirt and twisted it until it resembled a
rope. I then flung it over his head, pulling the shirt into his mouth and
then pulling back on both ends until his head was pulled back, face pointed
to the ceiling,

"Let's go for a ride."

I pulled back on the reigns and proceeded to jack-rabbit fuck that ass so
fast and rough as I pulled back on his head.  His muffled groans became one
long "ahh" sound as I hammered into him at a high, rapid pace. His hat
flips off his head, his dark wavy hair, sweaty and stuck to his neck. His
traps were massive, his shoulders flexed, his back arched at an almost
impossible angle. I reached under again and repeatedly slapped his abs.

"Yeah, that's right mother fucker!  Ride that cock. Come on, boy!"

Shit was starting to fall off the side tables. The bed slamming into the
wall. A lamp fell and smashed to the floor. I don't think I can last much
longer. I let go of the shirt. I slammed down on his shoulders and smashed
him into the bed face first. This was it.  This was it. I slammed harder
and harder until I pulled back one last time and fucked in so hard his head
hit the wall.

My bloated cock exploded inside his ass.  I yelled loudly as I released
torrents of cum into that perfect ass. His tights were soaked with lube,
sweat and cum. My cock kept pulsing as volley after volley emptied into a
tight, restricting hole.

I fell down flat onto his back. Both of us breathing hard trying to catch
our breath. I slid my hand under his belly and found his hard cock oozing
with jizz. He came without touching himself. That-a-boy.

"Dude. Best yet." I said in between breaths.

His head was turned to the side. His skin flush and his beard dripping with
sweat. He was smiling.  Dude actually had a real life smile on his face.
I've never seen this dude smile. Christ, I've barely heard him talk.