“The fag is so pathetic,” Clint mused to himself at the litt..

“The fag is so pathetic,” Clint mused to himself at the little, middle aged man wore a face mask, which Clint presumed was because of the COVID scare. Arthur's hands were trembling nervously as he placed the lighted match to the cigar Clint had between his lips. Clint smirked and thought to himself, “what a fag”. Clint likes using men like that. He teases them with his hard working class body, taking what he wants. Despite his promises, when it came to touching him or sex, he would make it clear that he was for only to look at, no touching. Clint sat in the bay window seat of Arthur’s expensive brownstone townhouse. He was working outside shirtless and sweaty when Clint saw the older man staring at him from that very window. Knowing Arthur was rich, Clint flirted with the older man. Somewhere or way, Clint told Arthur he likes cigars. Arthur was nervous when he invited the smooth body muscle stud into his house. As Clint sat on the window seat he began to puff on the long, thick cigar. The cigar was probably worth a couple hundred dollars, Clint thought to himself as Arthur obediently lit it for him. The cigar definitely was the best Clint ever smoked. The taste of the cigar and the smell of smoke, as it floated over his head, was sweet and rich. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the rich aroma of the cigar. The smoke circled his head as he relaxed and continued to puff. In doing so he couldn’t help from inhaling the smoke. “How do you like it,” the older man asked as he stood in front of the tough workman. “Good,” Clint answered in a relaxed, calm voice. Arthur was so nervous at the beginning when he invited Clint into his house and up to his study on the second floor. Arthur knew about Clint. Several of his friends fell prey to the sexy landscaper. He had planned for several months for this moment and was so nervous that something would go wrong. However, seeing the blissful look on the ruggedly handsome face, Arthur grew more confident, and moved closer between the straight stud’s jean covered thighs. “How do you feel?” “Gggood, feel sooo relaxed. And horny,” Clint replied without opening his eyes. “Good,” Arthur Whispered as he boldly touched Clint’s bare shoulders. Clint's only response was a deep muffled moan. He would have normally broken the man’s arm for trying to touch him. Arthur knew his reputation for violence. However, boldened Arthur continued to freely run his hand over Clint’s hard muscular body, tracing the thick pumped veins and massive, smooth muscles. “My touch is making you feel so turned on and horny. You love it when I feel up your body. Make you feel so hot and sexy.” “Fffuck, yeah. So hot and sexy,” Clint groaned. Arthur moved his hand down the smooth, chisel abs, tracing the deep cobblestone cuts, “you will do anything to have me to keep feeling you up. You will even become submissive to me.” Clint’s mind was cloudy from the smoke he was inhaling, “submissive to you?” “Yes, the more submissive you are the more turned on and hornier you become. It feels so good to be obedient and submissive to me.” “More hornier, more submissive,” the cocky tough stud groaned back. Arthur boldly reached out and rubbed Clint’s jean covered crotch. Clint moaned at Arthur’s touch. The straight stud even started to push his crotch against the older man’s cock as a wet spot started to form on the jeans. While looking his new mind zonked slave in the face, Arthur undid the bottoms on Clint’s pants. Clint found himself obediently lifting his hips as Arthur pulled the jeans down. Clint’s white briefs were soaked with precum. “You are so sexy,” Arthur whispered as he ran his hands up Clint’s strong muscular legs. “Sexy,” Clint moaned again. His mind was being completely rewritten as his cock was throbbing and leaking, wanting to be freed. “I want to fuck you and you are going to enjoy,” the once nervous, timid Arthur whispered. “Fuck me, please,” Clint moaned in response. His entire alpha personality was gone, buried under the mind numbing smoke. Arthur’s face mask had a filter sewn into the fabric that blocked out the effects of the cigar smoke. He had searched the world for the special cigars. Its special mind control qualities were in high demand by masters like Arthur. The strongest men, both physically and mentally, are unable to resist its effect. In addition, the adjustment to one mind while under the smoke’s effects are permanent. Arthur gripped the waistband of Clint’s briefs and pulled them off. Clint’s cock popped free and slapped against his chisel lower abs. Arthur then undid his own pants and pulled out his hard, thick cock. Clint was like a horny slut as he wrapped his legs around the fatter man’s waist. Arthur leaned in and pulled the cigar from Clint’s mouth. Clint briefly opened his eyes, however his mind was already blissfully gone. Arthur removed his face mask, and puffed on the cigar before blowing the smoke into Clint’s face. Clint inhaled even more of the powerful drug into his system. His eyes rolled up into his head. After putting out the cigar, Arthur then aimed his thick cock head at Clint’s tight hole. The feeling of the large mushroom head poking his virgin hole caused Clint to slide down further to give the man more access to his muscle pussy. Arthur leaned forward and kissed the straight, homophobic stud on his muscular, vascular neck. Clint groaned as Arthur kissed and licked the thick veiny neck from his smallish ear to his mountainous trapezoids. “O, fffuck!” Clint gripped the smaller man’s shoulders and wrapped his strong legs around Arthur as Arthur’s cock penetrated him. Arthur nibbled on Clint’s left, cute small ear, “relax, baby. You love being my bitch.” Clint grunted as he began to ride the thick cock as it moved in and out of his hole. Sweat started to run down Clint’s muscular body. He could only feel pleasure as he was scratched open. Gone was the straight cocky stud he once was. He threw his head back and moaned while Arthur continued to kiss, lick and bite his way down his muscular neck as he thrusted hard in and out of Clint’s manpussy. Arthur was loving every minute of it. He had lusted over the straight stud for a year. Now Clint was his obedient bitch. Arthur thrusted hard and deep into the former alpha stud. Clint’s hard cock was pressed between his rock hard abs and Arthur’s softer belly. Arthur controls every part of Clint’s perfect body and mind. He licked back up Clint’s long, muscular neck and to his ear. “Cum now, cum for me,” Arthur whispered. Clint groaned loudly. He never felt so much pleasure as he did now after giving up control. Wave after wave filled him as he started to cum. Shooting his load onto his stomach. As Clint came, his incredible ass muscles cramped down on Arthur’s cock and began to milk it. He quickly followed and came deep inside his new slave. When Arthur finally came down from his post orgasm high, he willed himself to pull out of Clint’s ruined hole. He then knocked off Clint’s cap. The old Clint would have acted violently at the move. However, Clint just stared submissively at his new master. Empowered, Arthur grabbed Clint’s hair and pulled him down onto his knees. “Lick my cock clean,” Arthur ordered. Without any protest, the once tough, cocky straight stud obediently started to lick the cock that had dominated and broke him. Arthur felt the muscle layered shoulders. Clint’s straight, inexperienced mouth caused Arthur to grow hard once again. He gripped the tough arrogant stud’s head and began to fuck Clint’s mouth. Clint gagged on the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat. The thick veins in his neck bulged and expanded as he struggled to breathe. Yet Clint’s eyes stared up at him with a new sense of devotion and obedience.