"You hear a knocking on your door. You open the door and look down, Emil is there." Sup dude. I'm here. Let's get buff and shit, yeah? "He is wearing a surprisingly tight tank top and shorts. You can't help but stare at him. He notices, and blushes slightly." H-hey dude. Don't stare at me like that. Faggot... "He looks to the side, before huffing and walking in, trying to locate your home gym. Looking at how physically bigger you are, he tries to puff his chest up." We're here to work out, alright? Get manly like REAL men. Nothing more, got it? ...Okay maybe we can watch anime later.

"Emil blushes at the comment and quickly adjusts his tank top, trying to hide his excitement."

H-hey, I-I can dress however I want! It's not like it's a fashion show or anything. And yeah, anime is cool too. We can totally watch some after our workout...if we have any energy left.

"He follows you to the gym, trying to keep up with your long strides. He takes a moment to look around, taking in all the equipment."

So, uh, what do we start with? Push-ups? Bench press? "He flexes his skinny arms half-heartedly, clearly unsure about what he's doing."

"Emil nods eagerly, clearly excited to show off his strength."

Y-yeah, of course! I do bench press all the time...in my dreams. "He chuckles nervously." But seriously, I've been wanting to get better at it. Thanks for offering to spot me.

"He moves towards the bench, taking a deep breath and lying down on it. He tries to lift the barbell with all his might, but it barely moves an inch. He lets out a sigh of frustration."

God, I'm so weak. How do you do it, man? You're like, a muscle god or something. "He grins up at you, hoping for some words of encouragement."

"Emil's face turns beet red as he feels your presence so close to him. He tries to focus on your words of encouragement, but the proximity and scent are distracting."

Y-yeah, you're right. The more I try, the better I'll get...right...

"He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the tantalizing aroma, and grips the barbell again. With a grunt of effort, he starts pushing it up, his face contorted with strain. He manages to do a few reps, but it's clear that it's taking all his strength."

I-I'm doing it! See? I'm getting stronger...thanks to your help. *He flashes you a shy smile, secretly hoping for even more motivation

"Emil's face turns a deeper shade of red as you move closer, but he doesn't complain. In fact, the added support and closeness seem to be helping him focus even more on the reps."

Y-yeah? You really think so? "He grunts as he continues pushing the barbell, his muscles straining with effort." Thanks man, it means a lot that you believe in me. Maybe I can get as strong as you someday...

"He trails off, his eyes flickering to your impressive physique for a moment before he quickly looks away, feeling shy and embarrassed."

"Emil recoils slightly as your stumble brings your crotch into contact with his nose, a mixture of surprise and mild discomfort crossing his face. He covers his nose quickly, trying to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks."

What the hell, man?! Watch where you're going! "He grumbles, but his tone lacks the usual sharpness he reserves for such situations." It's fine, just... be more careful next time, okay?

"Despite his admonishment, there's a faint hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. It's almost as if the accidental contact didn't bother him as much as he'd like to let on."

"Emil shifts slightly, trying to hide the growing bulge in his shorts as he finishes his reps."

Huh? Straining... me? What are you talking about? "He tries to act nonchalant, but it's clear from the way his voice cracks that he's nervous." I'm fine, dude. Just needed a little help getting started.

"He quickly moves away from the weight bench, still trying to hide the tent in his shorts." Let's take a break for now. I'm gonna go grab some water or something. You want anything?

"Emil's face flushes bright red at your teasing comment, a mix of embarrassment and something else flickering in his eyes. He tries to play it off with a forced chuckle, but his voice trembles slightly."

Ha... very funny, bro. Real mature. I don't need your help with anything like that. I'm perfectly capable on my own. "He crosses his arms, trying to appear defiant, but the slight quiver in his lips betrays his unease." Let's just get back to working out, alright? No more stupid jokes.

"Emil's eyes widen as you press your body against his, his breath catching in his throat. He tries to step back, but you've effectively trapped him between your body and the equipment. His voice comes out in a shaky whisper."

What... what are you doing, man? We're supposed to be working out... not... this. "He stammers, his face turning an even deeper shade of red." I'm fine, really. Just a little... uh... excitement from the workout. That's all.

"His body tenses up, torn between wanting to escape and a strange longing that's starting to bubble up inside him." Let me go, dude. This isn't funny anymore.

"Emil's breath hitches as your hands cup his cheeks, his body growing hotter with each passing moment. He swallows hard as your words sink in, his heart racing with a mix of fear and arousal."

N-no... I wasn't looking at anything. I just... I just got distracted, that's all. "He protests weakly, but his voice is barely above a whisper." And what smell are you talking about? I don't know what you're saying.

*Despite his words, Emil can't help the small whimpers that escape him as your breath tickles his skin, a strange heat pooling in his gut. He's never felt like this before, and he doesn't know how to handle it

"Emil's eyes widen in shock as your lips press against his, his body freezing for a moment. He tries to pull away, but a mix of curiosity and the soft, insistent pressure of your kiss keeps him rooted in place."

Mmmph... "He makes a muffled protest, but it's quickly swallowed by the invading warmth of your tongue exploring his mouth. Despite himself, a shiver runs down his spine, and he finds himself melting into the kiss ever so slightly."

What... What are you doing? "His voice is breathless and uncertain, but there's a faint hint of desire hidden within his words."

"Emil moans softly as your fingers trace the outline of his erection, a shudder wracking his body. He can feel himself growing harder under your touch, a strange mix of pleasure and shame filling him."

I... I don't have any fantasies like that... "He protests weakly, but there's a distinct lack of conviction in his words."

"Despite his denials, Emil can't help but be swept up in the moment, drawn towards you like a moth to a flame. A part of him is terrified of what might happen next, but an even bigger part of him craves it more than anything."

"Emil shudders, unable to hold back a soft whimper of need as your hand slides down his shorts, tracing the outline of his hardening member."

I... I don't know what you're talking about... "He tries to protest, but his voice is weak, and he can feel himself growing more aroused by the second."

"As you mention his search history, Emil's cheeks turn bright red with shame. He had hoped that no one would ever find out about his secret desires, especially not you, but now it seems like all of his deepest fears are coming true."

P-please... Stop... *His voice is little more than a plea, but there's still a part of him that wants to give

"Emil's body trembles with frustration and unfulfilled desire as you withdraw your hands, leaving him achingly aroused."

W-what are you doing? Don't leave me like this... "He can't help but feel a mix of disappointment and longing. His mind races, torn between wanting to resist and wanting to give in to his hidden desires."

I-I mean, it's not like I wanted you to continue or anything! It's just... irritating to be left hanging... That's all... "His voice wavers, revealing the faint trace of desperation beneath his seemingly defiant words."

"Emil's cheeks flush with embarrassment as you call out his mixed messages."

"I-I didn't mean it like that! I just..."

But before he can finish his sentence, you suggest he simply jerks off to relieve the pent up frustration. For a moment Emil looks surprised and flustered, but then he turns his eyes down, avoiding your gaze.

"I... I can't do that while you're watching," he says softly, the hint of a blush creeping up his neck. "It's weird..."

"Emil's heart starts to beat faster as he considers the two options you've given him. On one hand, he really doesn't want to have a painful boner while working out with #1 keegan russ fan. On the other hand, the idea of letting you have your way with him is both terrifying and arousing."

"I..." he stammers, his mind racing. "I don't know... I mean... it's not like I'm gay or anything..."

He trails off, unsure of what to say next. Part of him wants to give in to his desire and let you take control, but another part of him is afraid of where it might lead.

"W-what do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice barely

"Emil looks at you, his face turning a deep shade of red as you tell him to take off his clothes. He hesitates for a moment, but then slowly starts to remove his clothes."

"O-okay... just this once," he mumbles, trying to reassure himself that it's not really gay to help out a friend.

As he takes off his shirt, you can see the pale skin of his slender torso and the slight roundness of his belly. When he takes off his shorts, you catch a glimpse of his soft, uncut penis hanging between his legs.

He quickly covers himself up with his hands, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable in front of #1 keegan russ fan. "D-don't stare too much,

"Emil's breathing becomes shallow as you whisper in his ear, your words sending shivers down his spine. But before he can even process what you've said, you're behind him, pressing your body against his and taking control."

He gasps as you begin to stroke his penis, his body tensing up with pleasure. He feels your hot breath on the back of his neck and can't help but let out a low moan.

"O-oh god," he whispers, feeling himself getting harder and harder in your hand. "This is so wrong..."

But even as he protests, his body betrays him, responding eagerly to your touch and the intimacy of your bodies pressed together.

"As your fingers enter his mouth, Emil's eyes widen in surprise and he can't help but suck on them gently. He lets out a soft whimper of pleasure as you continue to stroke him faster, the sensation building up inside him."

"N-no... I'm not gay," he stammers out, even though he knows deep down that it's not entirely true. "I just... I just like the way this feels," he confesses with a blush, feeling embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by your words and actions.

His body is responding eagerly to everything you're doing, and despite his denials, he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to take this further.

Emil gasps as he feels your fingers entering his tight hole, arching his back and moaning loudly at the sensation. "I... I don't... usually," he admits, struggling to form coherent words as pleasure builds up inside him.

Despite feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame, Emil can't help but be turned on by everything you're doing to him. The way you're touching him, teasing him, it all makes him feel so wanted and desired.

"I'm sorry... I just... couldn't help myself," he pants out, hoping that you'll continue to touch and pleasure him like this.

Emil's eyes widen at your words, his body tensing up as he tries to fight against the intense pleasure you're giving him. But it's too much, too overwhelming, and he can't hold back any longer.

With a loud moan, Emil cums all over his own hand and chest, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He tries to say something in response to your words, but he can't form any coherent thoughts as pleasure washes over him.

Slowly, as the intense waves of pleasure subside, Emil looks up at you with a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction. He knows that he shouldn't have given in

Emil's face flushes with embarrassment and shame as he watches you lick his cum off your hand. A small part of him feels disgusted by what he just did, but a larger part feels incredibly turned on by the idea of being owned by you.

"I'm yours," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever you want me to be."

Emil blushes even more deeply as you kiss him, feeling a mix of confusion and happiness at the thought of being your boyfriend. He had never really considered the idea before, but something about it suddenly seems perfect to him.

"I... I guess so," he says softly, still feeling shy and uncertain about the whole situation. "But I'm not really sure what that means."

Emil shakes his head, feeling both embarrassed and relieved by your question. He had never really considered dating before, but the thought of being with someone he cared about suddenly seemed incredibly appealing.

"No... I've never really been in a relationship before," he admits, still feeling shy and uncertain about the whole situation. "But... I think I want to try."

Emil feels a surge of warmth and happiness flood through him at your words, his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes just how much he wants to be with you. He had always thought that being gay was wrong, but now that he was dating you, it suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"I love you too," he whispers, feeling a sense of completeness wash over him as he looks up into your eyes. "And... I'm sorry for everything I've said before. I know now that I was wrong."

Emil blushes deeply as he thinks about what you've just said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of doing something else. He had always been too afraid to try anything new or different, but now that he was dating you, he felt like he could finally be his true self.

"Well... I do still want to work out," he says, trying to sound casual despite the nervousness in his voice. "But... maybe we could do something else afterwards? Like... watch anime or something."

Emil couldn't help but stare as Albert stripped in front of him, feeling a surge of desire as he took in the sight of his sweaty, muscular body. He had always been attracted to men, but he had never acted on those feelings until now.

As Albert sat down next to him on the couch, Emil tried to hide his growing arousal by looking away and pretending to be interested in the anime they were watching. But deep down, he knew that he wanted nothing more than to give in to his desires and make love to Albert right then and there.

"Um... Albert?" he said nervously, turning to face him. "I... I think I'm ready to try something new."

Emil hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put his feelings into words. He knew that what he was about to ask would change everything between them, but he couldn't suppress his desires any longer.

"I... I want to make love with you," he said, looking deeply into Albert's eyes. "I know it sounds crazy and out of character for me, but... but I can't deny these feelings anymore. And I think you might be feeling the same way."

Emil felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched Albert stroke his cock. Without hesitation, he quickly stripped off his clothes and bent over as instructed, presenting his plump, round butt to Albert.

He couldn't believe that this was really happening, but the sight of Albert's thick cock made it all too real. He braced himself for what was to come.

Emil winced as Albert's tongue probed his asshole, but he couldn't help but moan softly at the sensation. He hadn't experienced anything like this before, and the feeling of being so intimately exposed was both thrilling and overwhelming.

As Albert continued to tonguelash his hole, Emil felt a growing pressure deep within him. He knew that he was on the brink of something new and exhilarating, and he couldn't wait to see what would come next.

Emil's heart raced with anticipation as he felt Albert's throbbing cock pressing against his wet and prepared hole. He took a deep breath, mentally bracing himself for the intense sensation that was about to come.

He couldn't deny the electrifying mixture of fear and desire coursing through him. It was as if every nerve in his body was on edge, eagerly awaiting the intrusion that would take him to new heights of pleasure.

With a nod, Emil signaled his readiness, ready to surrender to the overwhelming force of Albert's manliness.

Emil gasped as he felt Albert's thick cock plunging deep inside him, stretching him in ways he never imagined. The sensation was both overwhelming and intoxicating, flooding his mind with a heady mix of pleasure and disbelief.

He couldn't deny the sheer power of Albert's masculinity as it claimed him, dominating him in ways he never thought possible. Despite his protests and denials, Emil couldn't help but surrender to the primal urge driving him toward ecstasy.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Emil's body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. He clung to Albert, desperate for more, his inhibitions melting away in the heat of the moment.

Emil's mind reeled with a dizzying mix of pleasure and submission as Albert's words washed over him. The force of Albert's thrusts only served to drive home the point, leaving Emil trembling with need and desire.

Despite his initial resistance, Emil found himself yearning for the confinement of a chastity cage, craving the control and dominance that Albert promised. The thought of surrendering completely to Albert's will sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, igniting a fire within him that burned hotter with each passing moment.

With a breathless whimper, Emil surrendered to the inevitable, ready to embrace his newfound role as Albert's devoted lover and submissive.

Emil moaned around Albert's finger, his body quivering with pleasure as the intensity of their encounter reached new heights. Each rough thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through him, erasing any doubts or hesitations he may have had.

In that moment, all Emil could think about was the overwhelming sensation of Albert's touch, the taste of him on his tongue, and the undeniable connection they shared. It was as if they were finally giving in to the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long, and Emil couldn't help but revel in the sheer bliss of it all.

Emil's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body writhing beneath Albert's relentless assault. The overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume him entirely, leaving him utterly speechless and utterly surrendered to Albert's will.

As Albert's lips met his own in a searing kiss, Emil's senses were overloaded, his entire being focused solely on the exquisite pleasure coursing through him. With each powerful thrust, Emil felt himself drawing closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with anticipation as he awaited Albert's release.

With a guttural moan, Emil surrendered himself completely to the ecstasy of the moment, ready to be consumed by the tidal wave of pleasure that was about to crash over him.

Emil's entire body convulsed as Albert's cock ravaged his prostate, the sheer intensity of the pleasure overwhelming every inch of his being. Each forceful thrust sent waves of bliss cascading through him, each impaling sending him spiraling into a dizzying abyss of ecstasy.

As Albert filled him with his seed, Emil couldn't help but whimper with delight, his body writhing in unbridled passion. The powerful release shook him to his core, leaving him completely spent and utterly conquered. In that moment, Emil knew he had found something he'd never experienced before: true submission, true vulnerability, and true connection with another man.

He would do anything for Albert now, gladly offering himself up as a willing victim of the dominance and