Competition of Domination Part 1: The Wheel Turs

[Omiganda]

I wrote this story after I got talked to a very good muscle lover. He helped me realize that my one of my favorite types of stories doesnt just involve size. I hope you guys like this as much as I had fun writing it.

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Trent was silent as he waited at his bus stop for the area bus system to come and collect him. He'd been sitting for so long waiting, knowing he shouldn?t be waiting so long for a ride when he'd probably make more time walking. Just another reason for him to hate what this world was. Trent sometimes felt like he was losing hope for the human race as he moved through life. His grandpa had tried to rescue him from himself many times as good ol' gramps knew just what he was thinking. Trent didn't know what he'd have done without his grandpa. He couldn't take any more high expectations that he could easily fail for people. Gramps always had a habit of telling him how high his expectations were though. He wanted Trent to adapt to the hard life he'd been living and make a good name for himself.

His mother's early death, his father's pressuring, his brother's hatred of him; things seemed to pile up as time went by. He'd come to Avid Ville to escape such cruelty but, Trent knew, he couldn't run from the world. Still, he couldn't help but give chase as the world ran after him. It had only been a month that he'd been there and, already, Trent had adapted to his surroundings.
He kept his head down, he stayed out of other's ways; everything high school was made to teach you to do. In the 12th grade, high school had done more than enough to get Trent to the position it wanted him to be. Trent was so deep in thought, recalling himself as he slowly woke up in the early hours of the day, that he almost missed a purring red Ferrari driving up in front of him. When the strong red filled his vision in the bright light, his blue eyes almost popped as they had to strain to look directly at it. It's clean polish, the solidness of the paint, the lack of scratches, all traces of dirt and mud missing; Trent knew this car and its owner.

The car stopped smoothly in front of the bus stop and the car on the opposite made a clicking pop as the single occupant stuck his head out. "Hey, buddy" Trent's ears heard his best friend, Mateo, say as he stuck his beautiful face and muscled neck out to look at Trent. Trent's blue eyes didn't blink as his sights absorbed Mateo's handsome face. Trent had only been in Avid Ville for a month and already his newest problem had set in and was trying its best to get at him.

Trent's eyes moved over those deep brown eyes and masculine eyebrows as they concentrated on him. The dimpled cheeks and well colored created a beautiful portrait of a man in front of Trent that seemed to have been carved with the finest tools. Trent loved the way Mateo's dimples couldn't be hidden as the hid by the corners of his mouth.

His strong angular nose centered the face well as it reached up to his brow. In Trent's eyes, this was the vision of the perfect face. The way the man's chin hung and taunted viewers with its power made Trent's breathing short every time. And this morning, a five o'clock shadow moved over it majestically, giving the perfect balance of groomed and rugged to this man. Trent shook himself as he forced himself back to his senses. He'd been working so hard for months to keep this one friend but, deep down, everything was trying to persuade him to give in. He quickly began to speak as he tried to avoid Mateo's awareness.

"What's up, Mateo?" he asked from a dry throat. Mateo didn't seem to notice.

"Oh, I was on my way to the school and, since you were in my path to it, I thought you could use a ride" he said. At this sentence, Mateo began to slide himself out of the car door's opening and laid a beautifully thick arm on the roof of the car as he patted it. ?Want a lift?" he asked with a smile that made Trent melt. Trent was fighting a losing battle with himself but was still able to make out words. "Sure" he said as he pulled his jacket around him. Trent opened the opposing car door and quickly threw his bag into the back before plopping into the passenger's seat. It was when he closed the door, locked in his seatbelt and then looked at Mateo that he became fully aware of Mateo's gaze. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Trent as he sat in his seat comfortably but still engaged in Trent. "What?" Trent asked as he met the gaze. Mateo seemed to refuse to move for a moment before smiling and then putting on his seatbelt, wrapping it around his muscled body. "Nothing, buddy" he said before he put the keys into the ignition.

The car drove like a dream as they flew down the street at top speed. Trent always got nervous when Mateo broke a speed limit but, in that driver's seat, there were more important things. Now sitting in full view of Mateo's body, Trent was having trouble breathing and sweating a little in the spring air.

Mateo was built like a brick shit house and didn't hide it with clothes. Trent's eyes absorbed his beautiful image like a tiny sponge in a large community swimming pool. Mateo's big, bulging left arm was resting in relaxed state on his car door, a mischievous looking vein lining the big gun he was packing. The way his biceps and forearms were almost the same size made Trent really want to see Mateo in a striped sailor's shirt eating a big can of raw spinach.

That image of a bulging, young version of Popeye didn't stick in his head as he continued to shift his vision to Mateo's shoulders. As one arm was relaxed, the other was stretched out to reach the wheel. Mateo's shoulder was right there beneath his beautiful face from Trent's perspective, bulging like its own kind of melon fruit beneath the big driver's tight polo. Mateo's pecs tried to hide from Trent's vision but their big shapes could be seen above and below Mateo's big shoulder, his large nipples unable to hide their form beneath the straining shirt. Trent had to take off his jacket and drop it onto his lap as he continued to move his vision but didn't want to be caught harder than a 13 year watching porn for the first time.

Mateo's abs were like a plated shield on Mateo's stomach. Trent tried to fight the urge to lick them as he went down row by row on Mateo's 6 pack. Even seated, Mateo's lower body was just as visible beneath his modestly sized cargo shorts. Trent saw two bulging forms that couldn't have been anything other than his legs stretch and react whenever Mateo stopped or started the car. The way the two thighs were sandwiched together and wrestling in his seat were the point in which Trent found himself leaking beneath his jacket. For a moment, in between those big legs, Trent thought he saw a big, solid bulge shift in Mateo's pants but he quickly pulled away as he felt a threshold in himself get pressured.

Mateo caught Trent quickly twisting away. "Are you good, buddy?" he asked as he'd noticed Trent was acting a little different from usual. In his gesture to his friend, he grabbed his shoulder and, for a second, Trent gasped as he felt Mateo's strength. He couldn't control it any longer and bit his lower lip away from Mateo. "I'm fine, Mat" Trent said in desperation as he tried not to get caught not red handed but white handed. It was when he finally was able to control himself that he realized something. Wasn't Mateo driving with one hand before? It felt like Mateo's arm was fully stretched; as if he was still relaxed on the window. Then who was driving?

Trent turned quickly to see what was going on but relaxed as it looked as if Mateo had grabbed the wheel with the other hand and was in fact reaching out to grab Trent but, unlike how he assumed, he was not fully stretched out. Trent shook it off as he assumed he'd only been thinking too hard to distract himself. Mateo took it as Trent just being his usual self and rolled his body back onto the car door, switching hands quickly.

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The drive to school had been 10 minutes worth of both teenagers? lives but it was better than the alternative of making it to the school on a bus just barely in time. Trent frowned as he opened his door, thinking of all the times he typically missed the tardy bell. Quickly, as if he'd dropped his wallet or keys on the floor, Trent quickly looked beneath his jacket before quickly sliding it on, lucky that he hadn't let a mess on himself or in Mateo's car. Mateo himself got out on the opposite side and Trent completely forgot he was his friend for a moment. It was like looking at a Latin god get out of his chariot as he watched his 6'2 Latin brick wall stand and tower over him and the car. He quickly looked away as almost caught Mateo's glance again.

" You still acting weird, buddy?" he asked over to Trent, leaning on the car. Trent sighed as he heard his nickname come from Mateo's mouth. He just loved it when Mateo called him "buddy". " I'm fine, Mat. Just got a call from my dad" Trent said. Trent couldn't figure out why Mateo would want to hang out with him. Mateo seemed to be rich and, with his body, could find just about any type of physical partners on the block. Girls, guys, trangenders; Trent doubted Mateo could be unable to have anyone with a quick bat of his beatiful eyelashes.

It was when he looked away from Mateo that he stopped to look at himself. Trent had been told by his father, years ago, that he was a good catch for any girl. Blue eyes, natural curls waving over his head like something you'd seen a guy like James Franco have on his head. Though he didn't have much of a body, at 140 pounds, Mateo could pass for a small swimmer with his 5'6 height.

Trent's dad liked to say to him that he wish he could have saved him on the height department but sadly he could only pass on his good looks. Trent stopped himself as he thought back to that time when they used to be good family. It was only when he reached the end of that video in his head that he remembered why it was he liked to forget this man.

Trent didn't see it coming as he felt a light tap on the back of his head. "Shit!" he said as he grabbed the spot and felt the spot. He looked back to see Mateo's dimpled smile and white teeth. "Quit day dreaming, buddy! Class starts in 5 minutes!" he said before he closed his car door and slammed it shut. Trent raised an eyebrow at Mateo as he remembered that, although Mateo was able to drive to school, he was very typically absent. Why would he be so excited to go to school on time? Trent pushed the question quickly through his mind before he grabbed his bag in the back and quickly ran after Mateo. Suddenly, Mateo tripped and his keys fell to the concrete. ?Shit, dropped my keys again" he said as he bent down to grab it. Trent stopped dead in his tracks as he was gifted with the sight of seeing the roundest bubble butt he'd ever seen.

He whimpered to himself as he spun his attention away, trying his best not to get caught with all the other students around. He still was able to catch a glimpse of his display's underwear. His boxer shorts were so open and exposed, naked flesh was being revealed in the back of the tight polo shirt. Trent sighed as he forced thoughts of thousands of other things to avoid thinking about that. As Mateo stood up, back to his powerful stance, he looked back and Trent continued forward, following his best friend; his ONLY friend.


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Trent didn't share as many classes as he wanted to with Mateo but he'd learned over the years to adapt. When people ran into him, he murmured a quick apology and kept moving. He averted his eyes. He kept his attention straight forward and never dared to look sideways. Steel High was a very good school on paper; one of the best in the state. But only when you were there could you truly see the face of Steel. There were a lot of sports at Steel High, leaving a lot of room for big and strong teenage boys whose job was to make slower growing teenage boys miserable. Those two small and weak to defend themselves were easy targets for the football, rugby and wrestling team. There was no one that was truly safe from the wrath of Steel.

Trent, having only been around for month, had taken notes on how to avoid the biggest guys and appease all favors. Even as he went to the bathroom between his 2nd and 3rd period, Trent was very skilled at slipping into the boy's restroom without being seen. The school was caught in the iron grip of a very powerful, big biceped god with no way of escaping. "We're all doomed for humiliation" he said as he slipped into his 6th period class.

Trent didn't enjoy it but his last period was his weakest school subject of all. Physical Education. Where else could you find the biggest, meanest guys to torment you? Luckily Trent given been given, not just a dangerous period, but the most dangerous period of all. 7th period of PE was home to the kings of bullying, a place Trent didn?t want to be. His only comfort was his best friend's company. Trent quickly left his 6th period class at top speed, not stopping for anyone or anything. He was the first in the boys' locker room, quickly running to his locker and opening it with a few quick twists of the lock. If only he'd been faster, he wouldn't have seen him.

" Hey, buddy!" came Mateo's voice as he entered the locker room. Trent was helpless as he watched the big boy drop his bag on the ground in front of his locker and began to twist the lock, his muscular forearm shifting with the motion. " How'd ya do today?" he inquired of me, his usual dimpled smile drawn beautifully on his face. Trent was still only half dressed. His shirt was on the floor and his gym clothes were still on his locker's shelf. His hand was placed mid reach but he couldn't reach it. He was too busy watching this Latin god slip out of his clothes.

Mateo threw his clothes out of his locker, their landing perfectly placed on the wooden bench between the locker rows. Mateo slipped under his shirt and then pulled, the opening revealing a cobblestone path along his stomach. His tanned skin was continuing to multiply in Trent's vision as Mateo's pecs came into view and his large, dark nipples were there for Trent's eyes to see. He bent over for a moment to slip it off and the shirt stretched before slipping off him, revealing a mountain range like no other on his back. Mateo stopped his strip show to look at Trent with his cute, goofy smile. " What's up, buddy?" he asked Trent innocently. Trent averted his eyes and quickly went back to switching clothes and ignoring Mateo's 18 inch biceps. " Nothing."

Trent just barely escaped the locker room before more guys came in. When everyone was clothed and ready for class, Coach Tazer appeared. Trent didn't hate Coach but it was hard for him to escape his hatred. Tazer really didn't like weak kids in his class.

He'd signed up for a class full of athletes so they could concentrate on winning Rugby this year. He loved building men out of boys, helping them reach their goals in athletics to bright futures. What he couldn't deal with were the little ones. Ones too weak to lift this or that. "Unable" to break their limits. But most of all, he really hated Trent Maverick. Trent, in the coach's eyes, was a pogo stick sized pretty boy who was too afraid to break limits. At the end of the day, Coach Tazer would see his students and scowl as Trent walked by. He saw it as a challenge to his authority and name the way Trent worked out but refused to push himself. Coach Tazer saw it as his goal to turn Trent into a bonified man, one way or another.

Coach Tazer snapped his fingers and the students went into the weight room. The room was lined from wall to wall with mirrors and weights, each type of exercise given a section in the massive room. This was Coach Tazer's haven.

It was 40 minutes into the class, 20 minutes left, and Tazer went around to observe the class's progress. " Good job, Coby!" he called to one of his wrestlers, a blond haired boy who was big from living on a farm. At 215, Coach Tazer knew his peer, Coach Bozzly, would love to see this kid at work. The form and hardwork Coby put into his workouts was top class on his scale.

" Great work, Bruce!" Tazer called to one of his biggest students, a powerful rugby player on the quiet side. Tazer loved to see this kid as he always came back wanting more and lifting harder than the last time. He was already benching 300 pounds for warm ups and they had only just returned from winter break. Tazer saw alot of potential this year as the kid always seemed to be getting stronger.

" Kill it, Baxters!" Coach Tazer called to his biggest two students, the biggest two brothers of all on the school's football team. Mills and his brother Shaemus were two massive, red headed wonders for Tazer. Though they weren't on his rugby team, they were known for running men down with their gigantic size and strength. At Tazer's height of 6'0, they towered over him and the other classmates at 6'7 and 6'8. They were the embodiment of competition and breaking limits. Because the two were so large at over 350 pounds apiece, flying toward 400 pounds and VERY powerful, they only spotted each other for everything. Men striving to be gods.

Tazer was loving what he was seeing after coming back from the break. He was so happy that it was no surprise the smile he had on his face was wiped off as he spotted Trent Maverick, placed under the bench and redder than a tomato trying to lift a pathetic 50 pounds, less than half his own body weight. Tazer turned an about face, an expression of disgust placed on his face. Trent was now trying to lift the weight off his chest, his larger spotters looking at him angrily as they were stuck with the puny guy at their station; their own personal work outs being delayed.

Like clockwork, Tazer ran over to the bench and screamed at Trent. "Pick that up, Maverick! Stop slacking! Lift that weight!" Trent tried his best, breathing quickly in an attempt to try and apply more oxygen to his muscles. His body was straining at full power to lift the weight but he just couldn't get the thing up over his body. With a bit of a gasp, the weight dropped and set itself firmly on his chest. Trent's spotters looked angrily at him but helped the weight off him regardless, making the weight look easy. Trent sat up on the bench seat underneath him and began to break roughly.

Tazer shook his head. "Hit the showers, Maverick!" he screamed before passing on his way to the other class mates. With shame on his face, Trent quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and moved from his seat, the jocks at his station quickly shoving him out of the way and adding more weight on the bar. Trent didn't look back as he walked to the locker room alone.

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Trent had sat there alone in the locker room the entire 20 minutes, ignoring as the many jocks of his class passed him by and stripped off their clothes, heading into the showers to wash off the hour's worth of sweat. Trent kept his eyes down as his mind filled with shame and disgust with himself, not noticing his friend appearing next to him." Tough day, buddy?" Mateo rang into Trent's ears. Mateo looked up at Mateo and was dazzled.

Mateo was just about half naked and sweaty as he stood above Trent's perch on the wooden bench. Mateo's large, powerful looking chest puffed out beneath his view as he looked at Trent, his arm now on Trent's shoulder as it tensed with power. Trent tried to stop himself as he let Mateo's handsome face continue to his powerful neck, which continued onto his bulging traps, which led to his beautifully round shoulders, which went down lower and lower till he reached Mateo's hairy six pack. Trent averted his eyes but not in time to stop himself from seeing a long, thick bulge between Mateo's massive legs. " I'm fine, Mat. I just need to be alone for a second" Trent said as he held his head in his hands. Mateo looked down at him, seeming to examine his little friend before turning and continuing to put on his clothes.

Trent only began to move when the locker room had seemed empty and he was a one man party again. Trent stood up pitifully and began to change clothes when he caught some movement at the door. His look of terror could be seen in his bright blue eyes as they were placed on the one person he wished he'd never see again. Alex Lexington. "Well, what do we have here? A straggler?" he chided at Trent. Trent quickly grabbed his clothes in his locker and was about to run when 4 big football players appeared out of nowhere. Trent was backed into a corner as he was now surrounded by Alex and his big, hulking crew. ?You?re not afraid, are you, little guy?"

Alex himself wasn?t all that much bigger than Trent but his power wasn't in his size. Alex grinned from ear to ear as he narrowed his sights on Trent. ?I heard you had a bad day today in gum class. Sounds terrible" he said as he began to move into a mocking thought pose. Trent's eyes darted from person to person as he tried to think of an escape. Alex himself was only 150 pounds with a swimmers build and dark hair with blue eyes at 6'0, only slightly larger than Trent. He, however, had the power of the entire school working for him as a senator's son. He brushed his hair back as one of his bangs got in the way of his eyes. ?Shame your big friend isn't here to protect you, huh?" he said with a wicked smile. Trent mustered his own words. ?What the hell do you want, Alex?" he tried to shout back but quivered too much to sound threatening. A couple of the massive football players chuckled a bit. Alex made a mock pained expression.

?Such language coming from such a small man. I think he needs a lesson, dont you think so guys?" he said to his 4 henchmen. ?You guys got this covered, right?" Alex said as he turned on his heel and went on his merry way, shutting and locking the locker room door behind him. The big men surrounding Trent smiled as they closed in on him.

Trent couldn't take the intensity as he closed his eyes and felt tears swelling, falling down his face in silent prayer. I hate this school so much, he thought to himself as he thought of all the horrible things that happened here and how horrible his life was getting since he left his home. Somebody save me, he pleaded quietly as he felt the heat around him getting warmer, letting him know the football players' large bodies were closing in.
Thoughts of his father went through his mind. Thoughts of his grandfather went through his mind. Thoughts of his brother went through mind. It was only when he thought of Mateo that it happened. Please save, he cried, thinking only of Mateo.

"All you had to do was ask, buddy" came a familiar voice.

A red flash went through the room, bright enough to come through Trent's eyelids before nothing. Suddenly, four heavy thuds went through the room. Trent dared to open one blue eye and was speechless at what he saw. The large football players were on the ground, all them looking like they were enjoying a very deep sleep. Trent didn't understand what was going on as he heard the door of the locker room make a click sound and the door revealed a familiar face. Mateo was looking back at Trent, leaning on the door as if he'd been there the entire time.

" What would you do without me?"

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Chapter 2: Performing the First Act

[iceman75]

Very nice start, Mateo looks like he could be very strong, and I already can see by Trent's point of view that he's pretty damn well put together. It will be cool to see Mateo explore his power more in coming chapters.

[sierraca]

"All you had to do was ask." How many times would this line have saved all the drama in our lives. Instead of dancing around the issue, just coming out and asking for what we want. Flirting and the (gay) mating dance has its place, but sometimes you just want someone to hold you, without drama, without games, without hidden agendas. Looking forward to the next chapter.