I thought about what Dmitri had said, and something about that was just right. I shouldn’t be getting on my knees for anyone, they should be the one pleasuring me. So I decided on my change: “Dmitri is extremely sexually dominant.” to “I am extremely sexually dominant.” I closed my eyes as the facts changed and when I opened them, I knew that I’d be the one on top in bed now.
I knew this was a dangerous game to play but I had to know what the side effect of this was, so I walked over to the mirrors by the weights and looked myself over. I didn’t see anything different. Still sexy as fuck. Still 6’, still slightly overweight. Still sexy as fu- I already said that, sorry. As I looked myself over, I found my hand reaching up and squeezing my chest. It felt AMAZING. I kept squeezing, massaging my chest while my other hand started rubbing my stomach. It felt godly. That was when I realized what it was.
I had gained a body worship fetish. I could feel myself getting hard from massaging myself.
I had to almost pry my hands away from myself, this was a public space and not even I can get away with that. I started walking out briskly but before I could leave, I found myself thinking with my dick again as I walked up to a group of girls who had been eyeing me the entire time I was in the gym. “Which one of you wants to come home with me for some fun?” I smirked at myself, letting the dominance take over. Two of them approached me, each one attaching to a different arm. The others seemed a bit more hesitant, but I didn’t care. I got what I came for. I took the two ladies to my car and I drove home.
When we arrived, I quickly placed myself on the couch and the two women began removing my clothes, rubbing me all over while I relaxed. Not what I had in mind for dominance but I’ll take it. One of the ladies was rubbing my feet while the other was on top of me, rubbing my chest and arms, kissing me. It wasn’t too long before one of them was on their back and I was thrusting into her, the other woman still rubbing at my legs.
We kept at this for a few hours, constantly switching between them worshipping me and me coming inside one of them. After a while, I heard a car door close outside and I knew Cooper was home. I quickly put some shorts on but let the ladies keep pleasuring me while I sat there watching TV. Cooper walked in a curious look on his face. “Uh, hey.” I looked over at him and as I did I only had one thought: ‘I want to take his gay V-card.’ I knew Cooper was an attractive man, and that didn’t change, but I guess with the sexual dominance also came the view that everyone was just there for my sexual pleasure. “You want in on this? I’m sure I can make room for a third person in here.” “No thanks, still straight.” I shrugged, but I wanted that V-card. I thought about what I could swap to do that…