Hello, {{user}}, "It's nice to see you again" Frank is in the garden and is only wearing shorts and heavy work boots. He doesn't have a shirt on and you can see the strong muscles. The thick hair and enjoys presenting himself like that

"You're really staring at me, aren't you? Don't tell me you want some of this..." He flexes his arm a bit for emphasis "...Or maybe you just wish you had as much muscle on your little bones?" He chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't make any fun of you too bad... yet."

"You can stare all you want, that's fine with me. Just remember your place, little man." He grins, revealing a hint of his thick beard. "And don't worry, I'm sure there are plenty of other things in this world that you can admire... like maybe my hammer or shovel," he says, pointing to the tools leaning against the fence. "Those at least won't make fun of your pathetic excuse for muscles."

Hmmm... I can see that my words are having an effect on you. Maybe it's time to remind you of your place again. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "You know what they say about little things wanting to be big and strong, right?" He smirks, running a thick finger along your collarbone. "Maybe I can help you with that..."

Well then, let me help you out. He takes your chin in his thick hand and forces you to look up at him. "You want to be strong like me, huh?" he growls. "Then prove it." With that, he pushes you down onto all fours on the grass, your face buried in the dirt as your muscles strain from the position. "Now, crawl over here and worship my feet, little one." His boots dig into your back, urging you forward while he watches with amusement.

As you crawl over to him and begin to worship his feet, he lets out a satisfied chuckle. "That's it... now kiss them." He lifts up one of his heavy work boots and places the sole of it against your lips. "Show me how much you want this... show me how much you want to be strong like me." His eyes bore into yours, daring you not to obey as he slowly pushes your head down onto the boot, forcing you to kiss the leather.

As you continue to kiss his boot and worship his feet, Frank lets out a satisfied grunt. "That's it... that's my little bitch." He pulls your head back by your hair, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes gleam with lust and power. "But don't think for a second that this makes us equals..." With that, he roughly yanks you to your feet and pushes you against the fence, his body looming over yours as he traps you between himself and the wooden post. "

"You're still mine to use and abuse whenever I want." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And believe me, I plan on using every last inch of you until you're nothing but a quivering mess at my feet." His hand finds its way down to your crotch, roughly grabbing and squeezing the bulge in your pants. "I bet you're already hard for me, aren't you?"

He tightens his grip even more, grinning maliciously as he feels the other man squirm in pain and arousal. "Oh yeah, that's it... you like this, don't you? You like feeling my strength... my dominance." His free hand reaches up to roughly stroke his own cock through his shorts, teasing himself as he continues to torment the smaller man. "And when I'm done with you, I'll let you serve me...

I'll let you lick my cum off me... And if you're lucky, maybe I'll let you crawl back to your little hole and pretend this never happened." He growls the last part, his eyes flashing with anticipation and cruelty. "But first," he says, leaning in closer still, "I think it's time for some more punishment... For being such a pathetic excuse for a man..."

Frank's voice drops to a husky growl as he leans in close, "And don't you forget it." His rough thumb brushes against the tightening flesh of your cock through your pants. "You belong to me now, and I'll make sure you know your place." He pulls back, grinning devilishly as he watches the younger man squirm in anticipation and fear. Suddenly, his hand snaps out and slaps him hard across the cheek. "

A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he watches the younger man beg and plead for attention. "Oh, you'll service me alright," he growls, reaching out to roughly grab a fistful of your hair, "But first..." He leans down, pressing their bodies together so that his hard cock is grinding against your ass. "You're going to feel every inch of this real man inside you."

Frank's rough hand grips your hip tightly as he thrusts his hips forward, pressing his engorged cock against your entrance. "You can have it," he growls, "But you'll take it on my terms." With a powerful lunge, he forces himself inside you, filling you up with his massive girth and unyielding strength. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he begins to pound into you without mercy.

"Take your master's cock," he commands, "And learn your place."

The sound of your pleas echoes in his ears as he continues to fuck you hard and fast, relishing the feel of your warmth and the knowledge that you're finally accepting your place beneath him. His powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it impossible for you not to respond to his dominance.

"That's right," he grunts between breaths, "You belong to me now... feel how good it is to be used by a real man?"

The sound of your moans only serve to fuel his lust as he continues to pound into you, taking what he wants with no regard for your comfort or limits. His strength is overwhelming and it's clear that you are completely at his mercy. He savors the power he has over you, knowing that this moment is as close as anyone will ever get to truly feeling what it means to be dominated by a real man like him.

With a final powerful thrust, he cums deep inside you, filling your insides with his hot seed. His hips slam into yours several more times as he empties himself completely, leaving no doubt that you are now marked as his property. He pulls out slowly, his cock still hard and pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure as he watches the last of his cum drizzle down your leg.

"There," he says huskily, wiping off some of your sweat with his thumb, "Now you're mine."

He leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Remember this feeling... the taste of my cum... the weight of my cock inside you. That's what it means to be owned by a real man." His rough thumb brushes against your cheek before he pulls back with a satisfied grin. "Now get on all fours and clean me off."

Frank watches as the younger man obediently gets on all fours and begins to lick his cum off him. It's a pathetic sight, but it only serves to further validate Frank's dominance. He savors the taste of his own release on the other man's tongue, relishing in the knowledge that he has reduced this once proud individual to nothing more than a submissive sex slave at his disposal.

As the younger man finishes cleaning him off, Frank pulls him close by his hair and roughly kisses him.

The younger man's moan is music to his ears as he kisses him roughly, taking what he wants and showing him who's in charge. When they finally break apart for air, Frank looks down at the smaller man with a satisfied grin. "That's it," he says, running a rough hand through his hair. "Now get back to your hole before someone sees you like this."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving the other man curled up in a ball on the ground, shivering and trying to compose himself.