Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  He lived his life for him, and that’s what made things better. After a few months, he got a call from his dad. He was shocked that the man actually gave a fuck about contacting him, but in truth, it was to apologize for what he had said to him all those years. He managed to finally get away from his wife, who apparently had been trying to undermine the company for years now, and he also found out she was doing shady deals and cheating on him with men as well. It sucked, but his father said that being alone was best, and that he wanted to support his son, since he didn’t do that for a long time.

  He was invited to shows, and soon, he watched his son, the man that changed his life for the better, dancing and doing what he felt was right. For his father, it got him to feel inspired to, and that’s what got him ready for whatever was going to happen next. Both of them knew that life would take them different ways, but his father told him that he was in support of whatever he did, and that he loved his son, and his two partners.

  For Jarod, he felt like a ray of light had finally shown up and made him start to feel happiness once again. He had no idea what the future might hold, what might come about as a result of everything, but one thing was for sure, he was ready to keep his head held high, his face bright, and he was ready to face the unknown, go after it all, and have a better life with the two lovers he had, no matter the odds or what they might be.

  A Lesson for the Gym Instructor

  Renz had a lean and slender body since high school. Though he was not thin, he was not muscular either. He could not flaunt his body to his friends when necessary. One of his friends referred a gym instructor named Mike. He was famous for being an expert and he was rumored to have been the highest paid gym instructor in town. Renz was delighted that his sessions with Mike would be free of charge as he was a friend of a loyal client.

  Mike was a little bit rude and cruel when it comes to training someone. Maybe because he knew he had to be strict, it was unclear. One day, after their session, Renz exploded in anger and took justice on his own hands. It turned out messier, rather than bloody.

  ****

  “Come on dude, yes, you can do it! Yeah, that's it, give it to me, all of it, all that you've got baby!”

  My trainer yelled as I glanced up at him as I felt a mixture of hatred and desire. I totally desired him, well because he was really fucking hot. Of course, the hatred came from what he was instructing me to do. The incredible physical pain I was going through was caused by him. Yes, all his fault. And yes, again, I was the one who asked for it, not realizing how masochistic it was to do.

  When I had asked a friend who looked attractive how he had gotten his body in such good shape, he talked about it was all because of his trainer's skills and perseverance to assist him.

  Asking him further, he gave me the trainer's phone number and name. And one phone call was all it took. The trainer seemed to be nice, easy to talk to and friendly. To my surprise, he even agreed to train me for free, knowing that I was such a good friend of his favorite client's.

  Had I only known what I was about to face, I wouldn't have enrolled in his program.

  “Come on, don't act like a baby, man, come on, I know you can do better than that huh...”

  I had worked out more or less regularly since I was in high school and considered myself in an already good shape, though nothing could have prepared me for the torture that Mike would put me through.

  And it's not like I'm in physical pain or something like that. Well, I know some guys are, and they would be damn delighted if Mike got a hold of them.

  But, he did not. Mike had a hold of me. And, hell, I thought I was going to lose my damn mind.

  He was really maddening to be around as he was so attractive and good-looking and such a taskmaster at the same time. The very first time I saw him, I thought, Oh my gosh, this can't be him, he's so handsome, I then spent all our time together staring at him and thinking of all kinds of wild sexual things.

  Well, I should have known that Mike had encountered that a lot before and had an idea just how to counteract it. Work and work hard, that's his motto. But I had never worked out harder in my life. Mike totally changed it, he changed the foods I ate, he designed exercise program after the exercise program for my fitness, he took complete and total charge of my fitness and health.

  It was gracious, yeah, I knew – what Mike was doing for me would normally cost guys hundreds or even thousands of dollars, and I got it for free, so I kept my mouth shut.

  “Okay, one more set, come on, you can do it, I know you can do one more set, it's only 10 reps. Yes, I know you can because you don't want all the guys here think that you are weak, right?”

  Heck, Mike was so hard to be around! He was really good-looking, so attractive and he was also so cocky and arrogant that I wanted to hit him upside the head. Okay, well, why should he not be? Mike was one of the top trainers in the city, and he was aware of it and he had every right to behave and act the way he did.

  Though, despite that, it still didn't make him any easier to deal with. The fact that he was so skillful and such a damn expert at what he did make it all the more intimidating.

  We trained every day and as we did, I would stare at his image; he had short black hair and he was dark-skinned, from a mix of black and Asian blood that perfectly framed his handsome baby face, he had sparkling white teeth, an awesome and stunning body, his every muscle developed and curved to the perfect degree, his skin was smooth and hairless like a baby, he had round succulent ass cheeks and each one was mouth-watering... Plus, the way he carried himself, strong, proud, confident, even grandiose – a perfect body in the middle of so many merely beautiful bodies.

  “Yeah, go, dude, pump it! Come on, pump it! Give me one more, come on, go, give it to me... yes, that's it.. good...”

  Now, it was like, he would see me lying on the floor and then say something like “okay, so just one more set, dude, I am sure you can do it.”

  “FUCK!” I'd want to say though I didn't. I got up to obediently follow my trainer's instructions. Well, after all, he was the expert, was he not? Mike was the one with the degree in health and nutrition. He also had the body that every gay guy in the town lusted after and, whoa, his hourly rate higher than any other trainer, wasn't he?

  Yes, and it did not make it any easier to take his poking and prodding, his cajoling and needling and his remarks that were in the border between sarcastic and serious. Okay, I had to do something. I knew I couldn't just let it go on like this.

  There was something about the way he trained that was humiliating me and made me feel less than a man. Well, somehow, this man who I had never met before a few months ago had also conquered my dreams at night, and made me feel like a pathetic animal next to him, reducing my self-esteem and confidence to almost nothing as every day he reduced my ego down in front of the mirrors at the gym, I thought he stripped away my defenses until all that was left in my was my pure nude body – body that was just waiting to get abused by him.

  During high school, no Army drill sergeant could have made me work or pushed me as much as Mike did. Yeah, and, I was no softy either, that was the killer. No one has ever gotten into me like this trainer did. Perhaps, I knew I was an attractive man too – I had the following attributes; 5'10', 174 pounds, pale white skin and short brown hair and my facial structure was a mixture of my mother's beauty and my father's brusque masculinity.

  Anyone else's mockeries and insults would just be ignored by me. I did not justify anyone's criticism at me because I was hot and I was aware of it. But hey, Mike, there was something about him made it impossible for me to do that. Somehow, I just obeyed everything he had to say, I had allowed him annoy me and poke me until I felt like I was about to explode in anger. Though, he had been nice enough not to ask me to pay him, that's the best part of it, so I just took it from him, took his sometimes annoying behavior like I had never taken anyone's before. I would have knocked their block off sooner than take the crap I took from Mike.

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nbsp; Anyway, I still I took it…. and took it…. until…

  His constant use of verbal abuse, horrifically hard training, he was putting me through and his distractive good-looks, all combining to drive me absolutely out of my damn mind.

  I felt that, a day after day, night after night, session after session. Until something snapped.

  It all happened one late night. The owners of the gym were Mike's friends, the reason why they would let him and his trainees use the facility after hours sometimes. The place had closed hours before and yet, we were there, alone. The janitors too had already finished their tasks and were gone. Yeah, it was just him and me, alone in that big building. Every word we said and every clank of equipment echoed back and forth between the four concrete walls.

  Then, I thought I wasn't going to take any more annoying bullshit from Mike.

  I felt exhausted and consumed as I had just finished 3 sets of pushups. My arms felt flabby and loose, I had no idea how could I do more work. It was the end of a long day that had been hard enough before coming here and getting yelled out by my arrogant trainer.

  Mike had been especially brutal that night, he called me a pussy and a wimp and weak when I didn't perform up to his standards. Oh my gosh, I was just about to blow my head. I think my temper's fuse was so short and I didn't know what I would do if he would push me any further. Whatever I did, he would always downplay.

  “Come on now pussy!” Mike said as he stood behind me with his arms folded. “Okay, one more set. I know you can do it...go!”

  I suddenly jumped to my feet like I was a bull that saw a red cloth in a rodeo. I shoved him away from me with both hands, and he fell backward against the mirrored wall.

  “Yeah, right, I can do it!” I grunted. “Though I'm not gonna do another set, all I'm gonna do now is you!”

  “What a fuck, what the hell are you talking about!?” he yelled back.

  “Yeah, you heard it, I told what I'm gonna do!” I said as my voice sounded like a mad man because of my fury. “I am sick of your damn bullshit, but now, I'm gonna take it out of your ass!”

  “Oh my, what the hell, you're out of your fucking mind, huh!” Mike said as his eyes widened in fear.

  “Yeah, maybe you got it right,” I said as I moved forward him, quickly conquering the distance between us in an instant. I grabbed his arm and I pulled him up to his feet and tossed him across the area. Mike tripped over a stack of weights before crashing to the floor again.

  I have no idea where my sudden courage came from. A few seconds before that, I was just totally exhausted, but now – the degree of my anger must have given me this strength as I found new reserves of energy to fuel my assault on my badass trainer.

  “Shit! I've taken your bullshits for two months, Mike” I yelled at him. “Well, guess what, I'm not taking any more! Well, tonight, you're gonna pay for what you've been putting me through!” as I suddenly moved forward to him.

  “What?! But you can't do this Renz!” he yelled back as he tried to get out of my way.

  “Oh really? Well, watch me!”

  Then, I tackled him as I jumped on top of him and hold him down with my massive weight. I felt that he was struggling beneath me, as funnily, my dick hardened as it felt his dick through the fabric of our gym clothes. Having such a close contact with him for a long time and being at such close distance with him for all this time without ever touching him, had started a rush in my blood that had made me feel hot.

  “You're a damn asshole, dude!” I screamed down at him as I held him firmly in a place. “Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think that you can always behave like and treat people harshly?”

  He was able to maneuver himself so he was on his back and his gorgeous face looking up at me.

  “Renz, I don't treat people harshly, I don't treat them this way,” he said. “I just treat you like that.”

  Roaring with anger, I lost my control as I slapped Mike across his face as hard as I could. His head was tossed to one side from my slap, he was grinning when turned back towards me.

  I noticed that it was a sexy and sultry grin.

  Well, it was a grin that made an already good-looking face heartbreakingly beautiful, even with a hand print caused by my slap on one cheek. I thought that it was a grin that said “fuck me”.

  “Oh, what the fuck, you cock tease!” I yelled. “Well, you are finally going to get what you deserve!” I groped the waistband of my shorts as I yanked them down so hard that I ripped the fabric.

  Suddenly, my hardened dick popped out and it was already ready for an action.

  Straddling Mike's body with my own, I grabbed the back of his head and quickly inserted my dick into his mouth. To my surprise, though, he didn't try to resist me, he just lay there and let me do what I wanted to with him.

  “Suck this huge dick you asshole!” I ordered him. Like an innocent kid, he obediently began working on my dick, he massaged and stroked it with his tongue in his mouth as I let out a slight groan.

  Then, Mike's eyes rolled back in his head and then closed, his whole focus on my hard dick. Suddenly, I glanced behind me and I was amused to see his shorts being tented by his own hard boner. I felt that somehow, his fear was alternating with excitement and it was switching back and forth and mixing together.

  “You damn little fucker,” I said as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. “You did all of this on purpose, didn't you? You've been probably pushing me to my limit on purpose. You pushed me so hard because you knew I'd snap and just take you like what I am doing now!”

  Mike didn't answer, maybe because his mouth was filled with my huge dick.

  “You've worked me harder that I have ever been worked before, okay, so well now, I am gonna fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked, you jerk!”

  I felt my balls were churning, the cum within was heating up as my cock got a hot workout in Mike's mouth. Yeah, it was so freaking hot, whatever I say to him, it was undeniable, this man had one talented mouth. His tongue swirled all around the cut ridge of my steel rod and stimulated every single nerve with agitated pleasure.

  I could have ejaculated right then and there and shoot my load down Mike's throat, but then I knew it would be over. No, I wasn't going to get distracted by what he's doing and spurt my cum too soon. Not now, not when I had an agenda like I did that night. Mike was about to pay for what he'd done to me and I wasn't going to let him off so easily. Besides, I wanted to enjoy this for a long time, as I used him and demeaned him and made him the object of my ridicule and scorn like he'd been doing to me so long.

  What he was doing was freaking awesome, it was probably the best blowjob I would ever have the pleasure of receiving.

  Though, I should let him know that. He never praised me anyway. When did he ever tell me that I did well? That he was glad about my progress? Not that I can recall. Well, somehow, it's true, I'd seen results in my body, I had made definite strides as my strength and muscles had improved under his expert training.

  That fact, almost made it worse. Because I knew I was doing good – but Mike never complimented me, he never praised me. He just kept telling me to do more and more sets and called me names like pussy and a wimp. Fuck him!

  And now, I was getting my revenge and it was sweet.

  As I gripped a firm handful of his pretty hair in my hand, I forced Mike to swallow down on my dick even deeper.

  “Come on, dude,” I said. “I know you can do better than that. Can't you do any better than that? Make me feel good you bastard!”

  I savagely fucked his, I forced him down on me and then off, repeatedly, again and again and over and over. As I did that, I kept myself from ejaculating.

  With a very focused mind, I willed myself not to shoot off easily and not to acknowledge the incredible sensations Mike's mouth was bringing to me. No, I wasn't going to give him that pleasure.

  Well, At least not yet. I let go of his head as I stood up. Mike started to get up as I quickly shoved him back down w
ith my foot.

  “Hey, get back down there!” I commanded him. “Tsk, stay on the floor! You fucking jerk. You belong there!”

  In a hurry, I stripped my clothes off. I tossed them to the floor as. I stepped out of my jockstrap and tore my shirt off over my head before I turned around and shoved my ass in my instructor's face.

  “Go, lick me, you bastard son of a bitch. Lick my damn ass!”

  I felt his tongue was there in a second and buried itself between my ass cheeks and sending waves of pleasure and electricity through my body. Oh my, it felt fucking good.

  “Ooh, oh my gosh fucker!” I said. “Can you not do any better than that? Come on, you pussy, give me everything you got! I want it all, jerk! Give it to me!”

  Fed off by my taunting, he tried harder. He licked and slurped at my asshole with all his might. I wet my hand with my tongue and stroked my hard cock a few times.

  Oh, that was incredible. But I did not praise him. Not yet.

  Denied the pleasure again, I felt my balls boiling ay they already wanted to spit the milk – anxiously, hopefully, desperately waiting for the time it would be released and fly down the dick body to spray out of my dick head.

  “Come on, you trainer boy, I know you can do it, don't give up you little pussy! Work harder! Harder bastard!”

  To torture him like that felt like heaven, yeah, absolute heaven. I loved it. I think it was the best revenge I could have. I pinned him down with my bigger weight until his head was flat on the floor as I pushed my butt further and further.

  I flipped over suddenly, so I was facing him. I dropped down on top of him and kept him down. With both hands, I gripped the front of his shirt and pulled it. We heard a loud ripping sound filled the gym as I tore his shorts apart.