The Pretty Boy's Dominance, Part 5

"Hey, Mateo." Harley looked at him with a casual air and spoke cheerfully. "Sorry you had to see that, but Hunter disobeyed me this morning, and I had to punish him."

The Latino hunk stood staring. "Oh, my god, y'all are into some kinky-ass shit!"

Harley stood up and, fixing his eyes on the short, muscular player, walked up right in front of him. "That's right. We like the kind of wild, crazy sex that you can't get just anywhere. How about you, Mateo? You like sex, right? Have you had enough to make you want to explore new things?" He gazed into Mateo's eyes seductively as he said this, his red lips turned slightly into a wicked little smile and looking like a sweet, forbidden cherry.

Mateo stared back, clearly uncomfortable but not trying to move away. "I get plenty of sex, but I ain't into guys."

"Neither is Zac, but he's into me. Tell him, Zac."

"I gotta say, it's the best sex I've ever had. Just look at him, man. Guy or not, he's fucking beautiful!"

"What do you say, sexy? Are you ready to try something new?"

" . . . I ain't wearin' no diaper."

Harley smiled and moved in, brushing his lips ever so slightly against the larger man's. "That sounds promising. You do want it, don't you? Want to feel my lips? Why don't you show me?"

Suddenly, Mateo grabbed the back of Harley's head and pulled him forward, pressing their lips together, the two of them kissing sloppily and energetically.

After a few seconds, the twink pulled away and grabbed Mateo's crotch. "Well, well. I can see I got your interest. It feels like you're packing something impressive down there."

"Fuck yeah."

Harley stabbed at the jock's lips with his index finger. "Let's see it." He slid into a crouch and grabbed Mateo's shorts, yanking them down to expose a pair of dark blue boxer-briefs with a massive hard-on straining behind the fabric. 

He glanced back up with a gleam in his eye and grabbed the waistband. He pulled the underwear down, and the massive cock sprang out, almost hitting him in the face. "Holy shit, this is one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen!"

As his two subs looked on, he took it in his hand, feeling its weight and tickling the large head with his fingertip. He leaned in and began rubbing Mateo's cock all over his mouth as if he were applying lipstick and then began kissing it, occasionally brushing it with his tongue, teasing and titillating the jock. He did this for several minutes before suddenly diving down, putting the entire length of the shaft in his mouth and into the top of his throat. He slowly pulled rose up off it, sucking intensely as he did so, and Mateo gasped loudly "Oh FUCK!" in response. Harley dove and pulled back again, falling into a slow, steady, sensual rhythm, making love to the massive dick. The ecstatic moans he heard above him told him how well he was doing his job. He paused to lap at the piss lit before sinking down and licking the athlete's balls and base, slowly making his way back up to the engorged head and diving down again for another round of suction. Mateo's hips began to thrust and sway, holding the back of the twink's head as he bobbed and slurped. The jock's moans began to come more frequently and passionately, his body started to tremble slightly with every sucking motion. Harley then pulled back, spinning himself free from Mateo's hand just as abruptly as he'd started. He lunged forward, his hands on the other man's shoulders, his mouth almost touching Mateo's.

"I told you you'd like it. You do like it, don't you?"

"Yes," the athlete said breathlessly. "That's the best blowjob I've ever had! Don't stop, please."

"Oh, but you're not into this kind of thing. You said so yourself."

" . . . I was wrong! I'm into it now!"

"Really? How much are you into it?"

Mateo hesitated. "I just want to cum, man."

"Aw. How badly do you want it?"

"I'm not wearing no diaper." But the words lacked conviction and sounded a little whiny.

"You said you weren't into guys either, and here you are, begging me to blow you. Maybe you're wrong about diapers too. And shouldn't I get something out of this too?"

"If I promise to let you put one on me, will you finish me off?"

"Yes. But not here. We need to go to my apartment. You and Hunter put your clothes back on, and let's go."

The two football players quickly got dressed, and the four of them walked out of the locker room together, Hunter crinkling as he moved. When they got there, Harley let them in and told Mateo to sit on the sofa while he took care of the other two, leading them into the bedroom. There, he checked Hunter's diaper, pleased to find it slightly wet, and taped Zac into one of his own. Leaving them without their pants, he sent them to the living room and had them send Mateo in to him. He walked in a minute later, his erection having returned.

"Ready?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Good. Take your clothes off."

Mateo quickly complied, hastily shucking his pants and shirt and revealing his stocky, muscular build, his long, rock-hard dick sticking out straight.

"Come over here and lie down."

The football player practically dove onto the bed, eager to get his rocks off.

"Now, remember: you promised. If you try to break that promise, I'll call Zac and Hunter in here to force you."

"I promise. If you blow me like you did before, I'll let you put a diaper on me."

Harley started out like before, slowly, teasingly, building anticipation. Mateo moaned and writhed, the intense pleasure driving him wild. Finally, the twink practially attacked his cock, ferociously bobbing and sucking on it. Mateo gasped loudly and began to writhe and pant. Finally, he uttered a loud, guttural scream as his dick exploded, launching thick globs of cum into Harley's mouth and down his throat. The twink continued to bob on the twitching dick as it shot volley after volley of semen into his eager mouth. The athlete's hips bucked wildly as he emptied his balls. After several long seconds, his climax finally tapered off, and Harley let the softening dick slip from his lips, slurping up the last of Mateo's thick juice. Exhausted, the jock collapsed limply onto the bed, panting heavily.

Harley rolled off the bed. "Now I get what I want."

True to his word, Mateo cooperated, staying on the bed and lifting his hips, allowing the thin, pretty boy to slide the diaper under him, powder his crotch, and tape it shut.

"There now. You're to use that when you have to go. Rest a while, and then we'll all go get a bite to eat."