Erin Tames Brock (Part 2)

[JasperGhost]

The next morning, Erin stretched to her full height of 5'5", her muscles popping and crackling with power. Brock lay on the floor, watching her in amazement. Her body was a work of art, every curve and line defined and powerful. He had never seen a woman who could make him feel so small, so insignificant. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

As he slowly climbed to his feet, his 6'4" frame towering over her, she turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Despite his size, he felt like the one who was shrinking before her. Her confidence was palpable, and it was intoxicating.

"How did my little toy sleep?" Erin asked, her voice like velvet as she sauntered over to the kitchen, her muscles moving with a fluid grace that seemed almost unnatural.

Brock's cheeks reddened as he overfrom the doggie bed he eas still standing in, his body still sore from the previous night's exertions. "It was... an experience," he replied, his voice tentative.

Erin chuckled, her abs rippling with the motion. "Good," she said, her tone still holding that delicious edge of dominance. "Now, go make yourself useful and get me some breakfast. And while you're at it, warm up those little muscles of yours. We've got a big day ahead."

Brock nodded, his mind racing as he walked into the kitchen. He glanced down at his naked body, his muscles still taut from their intense night. He was a solid 260 pounds of pure power, his biceps flexing at a solid 20 inches. But next to Erin, he felt like a boy playing in a man's world. He knew that today would be a test of his limits, both physically and mentally.

As he cooked, he couldn't help but wonder who the other "boy toy" was. Would he be as strong as Erin? Would he be as easily dominated? The thought of Erin with another man was a knot in his stomach, a mix of anger and arousal that only served to harden his cock. He focused on the task at hand, flipping the pancakes with precision, the sizzle of the bacon a soothing background noise.

In the living room, Erin was busy with her morning routine, lifting a set of cute pink dumbbells. The stark contrast between her bulging biceps and the dainty weights only served to highlight her immense strength. She was lost in her own world, the weights rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that spoke of her dedication to fitness.

Brock approached her, his curiosity getting the better of him. "How much do you weigh?" he asked, his voice tentative. Erin paused mid-lift, the dumbbells hovering in the air as she turned to face him. She had a knowing smile, as if she had been expecting the question. "135 pounds," she replied, her voice filled with pride. "Every ounce of it pure muscle."

He couldn't help but stare, his eyes traveling down to her biceps, which were as thick as his wrists. "And your bicep size?"

"Why, are you trying to size me up, Brock?" Erin teased, setting the weights down with a playful smirk. She flexed her arm, the muscle popping out like a mountain. "They're about 15 inches around," she said, her voice filled with a hint of pride. "But why do you ask?"

Brock swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on the bicep that five inches smaller than his own butso much stronger. "It's just... I've never seen anyone so small, yet so strong," he admitted, his voice a mix of awe and confusion.

Erin chuckled, her muscles relaxing as she leaned against the couch. "Size isn't everything, darling. It's all about technique and determination. Plus, a little bit of surprise never hurts."

Brock handed her a plate of food, his eyes lingering on her flexed arm. "I can see that," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

They ate in silence, the tension in the air as palpable as the smell of the sizzling bacon. Erin's eyes never left Brock, her gaze assessing, calculating. He could feel her weighing him, measuring his worth as both a man and a toy. The realization sent a thrill through him, his cock twitching at the thought of what she had planned for the day.

Once they were done, Erin clapped her hands together, her smile predatory. "Alright, let's get to it," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "You're going to do a little workout for me."

Brock's stomach clenched. He wasn't sure if he was ready for another round of Erin's intense training, but he didn't dare refuse. He followed her into the living room, his eyes on her muscular back as she strutted ahead. She gestured to a set of weights in the corner, much lighter than what he was used to. "This is going to be fun," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

The workout was anything but typical. Erin had him perform a series of exercises that highlighted his weaknesses, all while she effortlessly handled weights that would challenge any seasoned bodybuilder. Each time he struggled, she was there, her voice a seductive whisper in his ear, urging him on, her touch a gentle caress that seemed to make his muscles ache even more.

Brock's pride took a hit with each failed attempt, but the way Erin's eyes lit up with excitement made it almost worth it. She was like a coach, pushing him to his limits, but with an underlying current of sexual tension that was impossible to ignore. He found himself eager to impress her, to show her that he could handle whatever she threw at him.

As the workout continued, Brock's muscles screamed in protest. Sweat dripped from his brow, his breathing ragged as he pushed through the pain. Erin, on the other hand, looked as if she had just stepped out of a magazine. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, but she remained as composed and as powerful as ever. Her muscles flexed and danced with each movement, a testament to the hours she had spent in the gym.

Finally, she looked at the clock hanging on the wall and her expression changed from one of playful dominance to one of purpose. "Alright, Brock," she said, her voice still a purr of satisfaction. "It's time for you to go take a shower."

Brock nodded, his body moving sluggishly as he made his way to the bathroom. He stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his exhausted muscles. He let out a sigh of relief as the warmth soothed the ache in his body. As he washed away the sweat and cum, his mind raced with thoughts of the day ahead. Who was this other "boy toy"? Would he be able to handle the same treatment he had just received? And more importantly, would he be able to satisfy Erin's insatiable hunger for power and control?

Ten minutes later, the water still pounding against his back, Brock heard a deep masculine voice yell out in pain from the other room. His heart skipped a beat. He had been so lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't even noticed Erin leave. He turned off the shower and stepped out, quickly drying himself off with a towel. His legs wobbled slightly as he made his way to the living room, his body still reeling from Erin's dominance.

What he saw stopped him in his tracks. In the center of the room, a massive hairy-chested giant was doubled over, his knees threatening to buckle. Erin, still naked from their earlier romp, had one hand on the man's shoulder, her bicep flexing as she pushed him down further. The other hand was wrapped around his thick erection, stroking it with a firm grip that spoke of her confidence and control. The giant's face was a mask of pain and pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he groaned and begged for mercy.

"See, I told you," Erin said to Brock, her voice a mix of triumph and amusement. The giant's muscles quivered as he struggled against her grip, his cock pulsing with the effort of holding back his climax. "You never know what you're capable of until you're pushed to your limits."

Brock's eyes widened in shock as he recognized the man. Tank Malone, the 7' 306-pound strongman known for his 800-pound deadlift record. The sight of Tank, usually so unshakable, reduced to a trembling mess was surreal. Erin's arm wrapped around Tank's neck, her bicep flexing as she squeezed just enough to keep him in place. Her other hand worked his cock with a precision that left no doubt about who was truly in charge.

Tank's face was beet red, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to resist the pleasure Erin was inflicting on him. His massive arms, each 28 inches around, were pinned to his sides, his muscles bulging with the effort of trying to break free. But Erin was relentless, her grip tightening with each whimper that escaped his lips.

Brock felt his own cock stir at the sight, his body responding to the power dynamics playing out before him. He had always thought of himself as one of the strongest guys at the gym, but Erin had proven him wrong in the most humiliating way possible. And now, here she was, doing the same to Tank—a man who could bench press his weight without breaking a sweat.

"You like watching, don't you, Brock?" Erin's voice was a sultry purr, and she didn't even bother to look at him as she spoke. "Get over here."

Brock, still wrapped in his towel, walked over, his cock growing harder with every step. He felt like a spectator at a gladiator's arena, his body tight with excitement and a hint of jealousy. He didn't know if he was more turned on by the sight of Erin dominating the hulking Tank or by the fact that she was doing it with such ease.

"On your knees," Erin said, her voice a command that Brock couldn't ignore. He dropped the towel, his cock bobbing up and down as he took his place next to Tank. The floor was cold, but it was the heat from Erin's gaze that made his skin prickle.

With a smirk, Erin brought Tank's cock closer to Brock's face. "Open your mouth, Brock," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. Brock's eyes widened, but he did as he was told, his mouth parting as Tank's swollen tip hovered before him. He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, knowing that this was a moment that would change everything.

As Erin began to stroke Tank's cock, she leaned down and whispered in Brock's ear. "You're going to lick it clean for me," she said, her breath tickling his neck. "Show me how eager you are to be a good boy." Brock's heart raced as he watched Tank's face contort with pleasure and pain, his own cock begging for attention.

He tentatively reached out with his tongue, the salty taste of Tank's pre-cum hitting his taste buds. Erin's grip on Tank's neck tightened, and she began to move her hand faster, her bicep flexing with each stroke. Tank's moans grew louder, his body straining against the invisible bonds of Erin's control. Brock felt like a puppet on a string, his movements dictated by her every command.

The giant's hand was warm and calloused, a stark contrast to Erin's soft, feminine touch. Brock's eyes rolled back in his head as Tank's thick fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing tightly. He couldn't believe the strength in those fingers, the way they could manipulate him so easily. His cock responded, growing even harder as he felt the power dynamics shift even further in Erin's favor.

"Good boy," Erin purred, watching the scene unfold with a sadistic smile. "Now, I want you to take it all, Brock. Every inch."

Without warning, she shoved Tank's thick member into Brock's mouth, pushing until his nose was buried in the hairy junction of Tank's thighs. Brock gagged, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe around the monstrous cock. Erin's grip on Tank's neck tightened, holding him in place as she leaned down, her breasts brushing against Brock's cheek.

"Come on, boys," she taunted, her voice a symphony of amusement and authority. "At least try and fight back."

Brock's eyes snapped open, his heart racing as he felt Erin's fingers grip the back of his neck, pushing him further down on Tank's cock. He could feel the strongman's fingers tighten around his shaft, the beginnings of a desperate struggle to maintain some semblance of control. But it was clear that neither of them had a chance against Erin's dominance.

The taste of Tank's cock filled his mouth, the smell of sweat and arousal intoxicating. Erin's hand never left Tank's neck, her nails digging in slightly as she watched Brock's cheeks hollow out with each bob of his head. Tank's groans grew more urgent, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

"You're doing so well," Erin praised, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But remember, not a single drop before I say so."

Brock nodded, his eyes watering as he stared up at Tank, whose own gaze was fixed on Erin's. The power dynamic in the room was palpable, a delicious tension that seemed to thicken the very air. Erin, the diminutive goddess of muscular dominance, had both men wrapped around her fingers, their massive physiques rendered useless in the face of her unyielding control.

As Tank's thrusts grew more urgent, Erin's smile grew wider, her grip on his neck tightening just enough to remind him of his place. Brock felt the strongman's hand tighten around his cock, the pressure almost painful, but the fear of Erin's wrath was stronger than any physical discomfort. They were both so close to the edge, and yet she remained in complete control, the maestro of their shared symphony of submission.

Suddenly, Erin pulled back, her hand releasing Tank's cock with a wet pop. Brock's mouth was left open, panting for air as he stared up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust and confusion. Tank's hand paused, his grip on Brock's shaft loosening as he, too, stared at Erin in shock.

With a wicked grin, Erin straddled Brock's face, her powerful thighs trapping his head as she pulled herself into his open mouth. "Now, my little pet," she cooed, her pussy already slick with desire, "make Mommy happy."

Brock's eyes rolled up to meet hers, a silent plea for mercy lost in the haze of arousal. He had never tasted anything so sweet, so powerful. Her musk filled his nose, her wetness coating his tongue as he eagerly lapped at her folds. His cock throbbed against the floor, desperate for attention, but he knew better than to ask for it now. Erin was in charge, and she would dictate when and how he was allowed to cum.

As Brock's tongue danced around her clit, Erin lifted Tank into the air with ease, her biceps bulging as she cradled him in her arms. The strongman's cock, still rock-hard, was nestled between her breasts, the weight of his desire held in place by the sheer power of her grip. He moaned, his massive body writhing in her arms as she squeezed her tits together, creating a warm, tight channel for him to fuck.

"Look at you," Erin said, her voice a sweet blend of mockery and praise. "You're so desperate to cum for me." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Tank's hairy abs . "But you're going to have to wait. I want to see how well my two little toys can play together."

With a flex of her powerful pecs, Erin tightened her grip on Tank's cock, his screams echoing through the room as she squeezed harder. His arms flailed, his 28-inch biceps useless as he tried to break free from her iron embrace. She giggled, her breasts bouncing with the effort, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through Brock's body. He could feel his own orgasm building, his tongue flicking faster against Erin's clit in an attempt to please her, to bring her closer to the edge.

The room was a symphony of moans and gasps, the scent of sex thick in the air. Erin's pussy quivered against Brock's mouth, her juices mixing with the saliva that dripped down his chin. Tank's cock grew even more engorged, his veins standing out like cords as Erin worked him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Brock's own climax was a tight coil in his belly, his body straining against the unyielding grip of Erin's thighs.

With a final, powerful squeeze of her chest, Erin brought Tank to the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he desperately tried to fuck her breasts. The sound of his cock slapping against her skin was a wet, rhythmic counterpoint to Brock's muffled moans. Then, with a suddenness that took both men by surprise, she released him, letting his cock smack against his stomach. "Not yet," she said, her voice low and commanding.

Tank panted, his body covered in sweat, his eyes never leaving Erin's face. Brock, feeling the heat of Erin's climax building, knew that he had to perform. He licked and sucked with renewed vigor, his tongue swirling around her clit as he pushed two fingers into her wetness. Her thighs tightened around his head, and he could feel her muscles spasming, the pressure building like a storm about to break.

Erin's moans grew louder, her body shaking as she approached the peak of her orgasm. Brock felt the power in her muscles, the way she held herself above him, and he knew that this was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment she had been orchestrating all along. He could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what was to come.

Her hips began to buck against his face, her breathing ragged and erratic. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "You're going to make me cum so hard."

The pressure grew unbearable as Erin's climax neared. Tank's cock was now a deep shade of purple, and his breath was coming in heaves. Brock could feel the tension in Erin's body, the way her abs tightened and her pussy clenched around his probing fingers. He knew that when she came, it would be explosive.

And then it hit. Erin's entire body convulsed, her muscles tensing like steel cables. Brock felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers as her juices flooded his mouth. He swallowed, trying to keep up with the deluge as she bucked and writhed on top of him. Tank's eyes went wide, his own orgasm triggered by Erin's, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum across the room.

The power of Erin's climax was like nothing either man had ever experienced. Her legs, still wrapped around Brock's head, squeezed so tightly that he thought his skull might crack. But even as his vision blurred, he could see Tank's arms dropping to his sides, the strongest man in the gym brought low by the sheer force of Erin's sexual dominance.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, Brock felt himself slipping into darkness. Her pussy clamped down on his face like a vice, cutting off his air supply. He thrashed wildly, his arms and legs flailing as he struggled to break free, but her grip was unyielding. The room grew hazy, the sounds of Erin's cries of pleasure fading into a distant echo.

When he woke up, the first thing he heard was Tank's voice, hoarse and desperate. "I'm sorry," the strongman screamed, his face a contorted mask of regret and pain. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back."

Brock's eyes fluttered open, his face sticky with a mix of Erin's juices and his own saliva. He saw Tank on his knees before Erin, his cock still hard and glistening. Erin's expression was a mix of anger and disappointment, her hand resting on the man's head as if she was about to pat him like a good dog. "It's okay," she said, her voice filled with a hint of mocking amusement. "You're just a man. It's what you do." Her other hand had Tank's balls in a vise like grip and was lifting his legs off the floor.

The giant's face was a mask of agony as Erin's fingers danced around his sensitive flesh. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he begged, his deep voice now a whimper. "I didn't mean to displease you."

Erin chuckled darkly, her grip on Tank's neck unrelenting as she surveyed the scene with a predatory gaze. "You're such a good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think you need to be taught a lesson."

With that, she released her hold on Tank's cock, the man's body slumping in relief. But the reprieve was short-lived. Erin's fingers tightened around his testicles, her grip surprisingly strong despite her slender frame. Tank's screams filled the room, his eyes wide with pain as she began to squeeze. His massive hands reached up to try and pry her away, but she was too powerful.

"Please," he begged, his voice a high-pitched whine. "I'll do anything, just don't do this."

But Erin was merciless, her fingers tightening even more. "You know the rules," she said, her voice a cold, hard edge of steel. "You came without permission."

Brock watched, his own cock still hard from the intense scene he had just witnessed. He felt a strange thrill at the sight of Tank's suffering, a thrill that was only heightened by the knowledge that he had played a part in it. He had never seen a man so powerful brought so low before, and it was intoxicating.

Tank's face was a mask of agony, his hands uselessly flailing as he tried to escape Erin's punishing grip. His massive body trembled, his muscles no match for the power of her will. "I'll be good," he choked out, his voice a desperate whimper. "I'll do anything you say, just please..."

But Erin was unmoved, her grip only tightening. "I know you will," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "And I know that right now, you're going to crawl over to Brock and beg him to let you suck his dick."

Tank's eyes widened in horror, but the pain was too intense to refuse. He turned his head to look at Brock, his expression a mix of desperation and humiliation. Brock stared back, his own cock twitching at the thought of this powerful man begging for his attention. He felt a strange sense of power, a thrill that shot through him like an electric current.

With a final, agonized grunt, Tank managed to pull himself away from Erin's grip. He stumbled over to Brock, his knees hitting the floor with a thud. "Please," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me suck your cock."

Brock's eyes flickered to Erin, looking for her approval. Her gaze was steely, her arms folded across her chest as she watched the scene unfold. She gave a single nod, and the floodgates of his arousal opened. He nodded back at Tank, his own cock bobbing with excitement.

Tank leaned in, his massive body trembling with the effort of his own humiliation. He took Brock's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head tentatively at first, then with more confidence as Brock's hands found the back of his neck, pushing him down. The feeling was exquisite, the power exchange unlike anything Brock had ever experienced. He could feel Tank's submission, taste the desperation in his kisses as he tried to make amends for his transgression.

Erin watched with a smug smile, her own arousal clear as she ran her fingers over her swollen clit. "Look at you two," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "So eager to please." She stroked Brock's thigh, her touch electric. "But you still need to ask nicely."

Brock's grip tightened around Tank's head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, Erin," he begged, his voice a desperate whine. "Can I cum?"

Erin leaned back, a smug look on her face as she studied the scene before her. Brock's cock was buried in Tank's mouth, the strongman's eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Not yet," she said, her voice a sultry tease. "I want to make sure he's learned his lesson."

Tank's eyes grew wider with fear, his cheeks hollowing as he tried to suck harder, faster, hoping to please Erin and end the torment. Brock could feel the giant's desperation, his own climax building with every bob of Tank's head. He knew that Erin was watching, that she was enjoying this power play, and it only made him more eager to cum.

But Tank was too scared to stop. He had seen the look in Erin's eyes, the promise of pain if he didn't perform. So he kept going, his jaw aching as he took Brock's cock deep into his throat. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of salt and sweat that made him feel alive in a way he never had before.

Brock's hands tightened in Tank's hair, pulling him closer as he felt the beginnings of his climax build. "Fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking upwards. "I'm really need  to cum, Erin, please."

Erin's smile grew wicked. "You're such a greedy boy," she said, stroking Brock's cock as Tank continued to suck. "But since you've been such a good boy, I'll give you what you want." She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Brock's chest, and whispered in his ear. "Cum now!"

The command sent Brock over the edge. His hips bucked upwards, driving his cock deep into Tank's throat as he spurted his load. Tank choked, his eyes watering as he struggled to swallow every drop. Erin's grip on his hair tightened, holding him in place as Brock's orgasm washed over them both. The room was filled with the sounds of their combined pleasure, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

As Brock's climax subsided, Erin released Tank's head, the strongman gasping for air. "Good boy," she said, her voice a purr of approval. "Now, clean up your mess."

Tank eagerly lapped at Brock's cock, swallowing the last of his cum as if it were the sweetest nectar. Erin watched with a satisfied smile, her fingers still playing with her own wetness. "You see, Brock," she said, her voice dripping with pride. "Even the strongest man can be brought to his knees."

With a flick of her wrist, she gestured to the couch. "Now, come here. It's time for you to get what you deserve."

Tank crawled over, his cock still rock-hard despite the punishment. Erin lay back, her legs spread wide, and Tank eagerly buried his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her pussy, tasting the musky sweetness of her arousal. Brock watched, his own cock still pulsing from his recent orgasm, as Tank's massive shoulders flexed with each movement.

"Now, Brock," Erin said, her voice still thick with satisfaction. "It's your turn to show Tank who's boss." She grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table and tossed it to him. "I want you to fuck him good and hard. Make him feel every inch of your dominance."

Brock's eyes lit up at the command, his cock already beginning to stir again. He stumbled over to the couch, his legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm. Tank looked up at him, his expression a mix of excitement and trepidation. Erin's grip on his neck tightened, and she nodded her head towards Brock's erection. "You heard the lady," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Now be a good boy and take it like a champ."

With trembling hands, Brock slicked his cock with the lube, watching as Erin's fingers danced around Tank's tight hole. The strongman's body was a canvas of muscles, each one flexing and releasing as he braced himself for the onslaught. Brock felt his own power surge, his ego inflating at the sight of this mighty man under his control. He positioned himself behind Tank, the tip of his cock brushing against the puckered entrance.

Tank's moans grew louder as Erin's grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin. "Take it," she whispered, her voice a dark caress that seemed to resonate through every inch of the room. "Take it all for me."

Brock's cock was slick with lube, the anticipation making him shake with excitement. He pushed the head against Tank's tight opening, feeling the muscles clench and resist. Erin leaned over, her hand still wrapped around Tank's neck, her eyes boring into Brock's. "Do it," she breathed. "Claim what's yours."

With a powerful thrust, Brock buried himself in Tank's ass, feeling the man's body tense around him. Tank let out a muffled cry, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Erin's grip didn't loosen, her nails digging in deeper as she whispered words of encouragement. "That's it," she purred. "You're doing so well for your new master."

Brock's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of power and pleasure overwhelming him as he began to fuck Tank with a ferocity that surprised even himself. Tank's face remained buried in Erin's pussy, his tongue working overtime to satisfy her as she watched Brock's every move with hungry eyes. The sight of this powerhouse of a man, brought low by Erin's will and his own desire, was almost too much to bear.

Erin leaned forward, her fingers digging into Tank's shoulders as she beckoned Brock closer. He leaned across the thick muscular expanse of Tank's back, the sweat and heat of their bodies mingling as they kissed. It was a kiss filled with passion and dominance, a silent declaration of their newfound bond. Tank's moans grew louder, his body sandwiched between them, a living, breathing symbol of their shared power.

As Brock's cock slammed into Tank's ass, Erin reached around, her hand finding Brock's shaft. She began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, her nails scraping lightly against his skin. The feeling was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body as he fucked the strongman with renewed vigor. Tank's muffled cries grew more desperate, his body tightening around Brock with each thrust as Erin's grip tightened, her nails leaving little half-moons of pain in his flesh.

Brock felt the beginnings of his climax building, the pressure in his balls growing with every movement. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, not with Erin's hand guiding him so expertly. He looked up at her, his eyes begging for release. "Can I cum in his ass?" he panted, his voice thick with lust.

Erin's smile was cold, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not yet," she said, her grip on Tank's neck tightening slightly. "I'm not quite done with him." Tank's tongue flicked faster against her clit, his desperation to please her clear in every movement. Brock could feel the power of her control, the way she had them both in the palm of her hand.

He groaned, his hips bucking wildly as Erin's hand stroked him in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. His eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he felt himself reaching the edge again. Tank's moans grew louder, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his own climax.

Brock's hands found Erin's breasts, kneading them roughly as he drove into Tank's ass. Her nipples were hard little points, poking into his palms as he squeezed and twisted. She leaned back into the couch, her eyes locked on Brock's face, watching him with a predatory gaze that made his blood race.

Her grin grew wider as she watched the two men under her control, their bodies writhing in pleasure and pain. The room was a cacophony of sounds: Brock's grunts, Tank's muffled whimpers, the wet smack of flesh on flesh. It was a symphony of submission, and Erin was the maestro. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, the thrill of watching these two powerful men reduced to trembling, obedient toys.

Brock's strokes grew faster, his hips slapping against Tank's firm ass with each thrust. Tank's moans grew louder, his body begging for release. Erin's fingers tightened around Tank's head, her grip unyielding as she felt the tension in his body build. "Hold it," she ordered, her voice a whip crack in the steamy air.

Her own breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving with each sharp intake of breath. Her eyes were glued to the sight of Brock's cock disappearing into Tank's ass, the way the strongman's body clenched around him. It was a beautiful dance of dominance and submission, and she was the conductor. Erin's own pussy was slick with need, her clit pulsing in time with the rhythm of the men's movements.

The muscles in Brock's back rippled like waves, each contraction sending him deeper into Tank. The strongman's moans grew louder, his body a maelstrom of pleasure and pain. Erin watched, her eyes narrowed with focus, as Tank's ass muscles clenched around Brock's cock. The sight was mesmerizing, a testament to her own power.

Tank's massive chest rose and fell, his breaths coming in quick, desperate pants as he took Brock's relentless pounding. His face was a mask of pleasure, his eyes closed tight as he licked and sucked at Erin's swollen clit. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of passion and submission.

With a sudden shift of her hips, Erin pulled Brock's head into her chest, trapping him in a prison of soft, warm flesh. Her legs tightened around Tank's head, cutting off his air supply as she drew closer to the edge. Brock could feel her tension building, her pussy contracting around Tank's tongue in delicious spasms.

The moment she reached her peak, she clamped her legs shut, trapping Tank's face between her thighs and her own climax hit her like a wave, her body seizing with pleasure. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around Brock's neck, her breasts smothering his face, and squeezed with all the strength she had.

The sudden lack of air took Brock by surprise, his orgasm crashing over him like a storm. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as Erin's body convulsed around him. Tank's muffled cries grew quieter, his movements more frantic as he tried to escape the vice of Erin's legs.

But it was too late. As Erin's climax hit, she tightened her grip, her powerful thighs trapping Tank's head firmly in place as she bucked her hips upwards. The pressure was intense, the feeling of her muscles squeezing around his face unlike anything Brock had ever experienced. His vision grew dark, the only sensation the feeling of her soft, warm breasts smothering his face, her nipples digging into his cheeks.

He could feel Tank's body tense beneath him, the strongman's desperate struggles growing weaker. The room was spinning, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sound of Erin's triumphant laughter. Brock's own orgasm was a distant memory now, replaced by the cold, hard reality of what was happening.

This tiny woman had them both in her grasp, their mighty forms rendered helpless by her sheer strength. A small, delicate hand reached down and caressed Brock's hairy chest, pulling him deeper into her tits. He heads her heartbeat as the darkness closed in. "Look at you," she said, her voice a sweet, mocking lilt. "You're both so big and strong, and yet you can't even breathe without my permission." Then the two men went limp.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Erin sat up, her legs releasing Tank's head with a pop. She grabbed the base of Brock's cock and pulled it out of Tank's ass, letting it flop against the strongman's back. Then, with a surprising display of power, she hoisted Brock up by his abs, his body hanging like a ragdoll. She lifted him off Tank's body, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and dropped him onto the floor.

Tank was next. Erin's slender arm moved to his thick hairy chest and with a zero effort, she hoisted him up. His face was red and sweaty, his eyes closed as he hung like a limp fish. His cock was still rock-hard, a testament to his endurance. She was going to drop him but changed get mind.

"Wake up," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and sweet. "We're not done yet." She grabbed Brock and lifted him.

The two men slowly regained consciousness, their heads spinning as they realized Erin had both of them draped over her, one arm hoisting each of them. They were like trophies to her, proof of her power. Their legs dangled limply, and their cocks, though slightly less erect, were still hard with need. Erin's strength was awe-inspiring, and both men felt a mix of fear and exhilaration as she held them so easily.

"You see?" she said, her voice a sweet purr. "I can do whatever I want with you." She leaned back into the couch, her grip unwavering as she positioned Brock and Tank's cocks side by side. "And I want you to watch each other."

With a wicked grin, she told Tank to hold Brock as she took the bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto their erections. The cool liquid dripped down their shafts, a stark contrast to the heat of their arousal. Erin's hand slid over both their cocks, stroking them in unison, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, who's going to make the first move?" As she once again grabbed Brock's ass

Brock's eyes flicked to Tank's, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. Tank's eyes were wild, a mix of fear and lust. Erin's hands moved them closer, the tips of their cocks touching. It was an electric touch, the contact sending a jolt through both their bodies. Erin's laugh was a siren's call, urging them on.

With trembling hands, Brock reached out and took hold of Tank's cock, his own shaking slightly as he did. The feeling was strange, the heat of another man's desire under his fingers. Erin's grip on them tightened, her nails digging into their flesh as she watched with a predatory gaze. Her grip on their asses was painful as she held them aloft.

Their cocks touched again, the slickness of the lube making them slide together easily. Erin's hand guided them, her touch growing tighter as she encouraged them to take it further. "Kiss," she ordered, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down their spines.

Tank's hand was shaking as he reached over, grabbing Brock's chin and tilting his head upwards. Brock's eyes widened, but he didn't resist as the strongman's lips met his own. The kiss was unexpected, a jolt of electricity that sent a shock through both of them. It was a kiss filled with need and submission, a declaration of Erin's absolute power over them. Their mouths moved together, tongues dancing as Erin lowered them to the floor m grabbed their cocks and strokes them, her strokes grew more deliberate.

Their kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. The taste of each other was a heady mix of sweat and lust, and it only served to fuel their desire. Erin's hand moved faster, her strokes growing more erratic as she watched the two men succumb to her will. "That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much you want to please me."

Brock felt his climax building again, his body betraying his own shock and confusion. He had never felt anything like this before, never been so out of control. Tank's hand was on his cock now, his grip firm and sure, matching the rhythm Erin had set. The two men's bodies moved together, their hips grinding in a silent dance of submission.

Erin's laugh was like music to their ears, a symphony of amusement and power. "Look at my little boys," she said, her voice filled with delight. "Look how well you're getting along."

Brock and Tank's arms were indeed wrapped around each other, their muscular forms entwined in a dance of submission. Brock's hand worked Tank's thick, veiny cock while Tank's massive paw returned the favor, each stroke a silent testament to their shared bondage. Their breaths grew ragged, their eyes locked together as they felt the building tension in their balls. Erin's hand never stopped moving, her strokes a steady rhythm that guided them closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," Brock and Tank together finally gasped, breaking their kiss. "Can we cum?"

Erin's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Very well," she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "But only if you do it together. I want to feel your pleasure as one."

The two men nodded in unison, their breaths coming in harsh pants. They stroked each other faster, their eyes never leaving Erin's. She watched them with a detached amusement, her own arousal growing with every second. The power she wielded over them was intoxicating, a drug that had her head spinning with excitement.

Her own hand moved to her pussy, her fingers sliding through her wet folds with the same rhythm that Brock and Tank used on each other's cocks. The sight of their muscular forms, bound together by her will, was almost too much to bear. She was the puppet master, pulling their strings, and they danced for her pleasure.

Her movements grew faster, her hips bucking as she watched the two men stroke each other. The way their bodies moved in unison, the desperate need in their eyes, it was all for her. Erin felt a thrill of power, a deep sense of satisfaction that made her pussy clench around her own fingers.

"Again," she breathed, her eyes never leaving the sight of their cocks sliding against each other. "Kiss each other like you mean it."

Obediently, Brock and Tank leaned in, their lips crushing together in a bruising kiss as their hands worked in perfect harmony. The pressure in their balls grew, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of no return. Erin's own hand was a blur between her legs, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she watched the two men come apart at her command.

Tank was the first to break the kiss, his eyes wild with passion. "I'm gonna cum," he panted, his hand moving faster on Brock's cock. Brock's eyes went wide, his own climax just a breath away. "Hold on," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "I'm so close."

Erin leaned in, her breath hot against their cheeks. "Do it," she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. "Cum for me."

Brock's eyes snapped to hers, and with a roar, he nodded. Both men threw their heads back, their bodies taut with tension. In that moment, they didn't care about anything else, only the burning need to please Erin.

Their cocks slammed together in a wet, sloppy mess as they stroked themselves, the sound echoing through the room. Erin watched, her own orgasm building as she watched their bodies shake with the force of their impending climaxes. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers working furiously as she approached the peak of her own pleasure.

The sight of their sweat-slicked bodies, their muscles straining with the effort, was intoxicating. The room was thick with the scent of sex and submission, and Erin reveled in it. She could feel her own orgasm rising within her, the tension in her belly tightening with every stroke of her hand.

Her fingers moved with the precision of a maestro, conducting the symphony of their pleasure. As the two men approached climax, their bodies shaking with the effort of holding back, Erin felt her own peak building. Her eyes never left their cocks, the way they slid together, the way their hands worked in perfect unison.

With a flick of her wrist, she brought herself closer, her clit pulsing with the need for release. The sight of their muscular forms, bound together by her will, was almost too much to handle. She felt her pussy clench around her fingers, the pressure building like a storm.

And then, finally, it broke. The two men erupted, their cocks spurting hot cum in a fountain that arced through the air. It splattered against their chests, mixing with their sweat in a sticky mess. Erin's hand stilled, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her pussy clenched around her hand, her body shaking with the force of it.

The sight of their shared climax was like nothing she had ever seen before. Tank's massive body convulsed with the force of his release, his powerful thighs trembling as he came. Brock's cock pulsed in time with the beating of his heart, his cum mingling with Tank's in a sticky pool that grew larger with every pulse.

Erin's own orgasm took her, her body shaking as she rode the wave of pleasure. Her hand was buried in her pussy, her fingers moving in time with the men's spasms. She felt her own climax peak, her muscles clenching around her hand as she watched them lose themselves in the moment.

The sight of their kiss was unexpected, a thrilling twist in the power dynamic that she hadn't anticipated. It was raw, primal, and incredibly erotic. Tank's hand was still wrapped around Brock's cock, his grip tight as he stroked through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Brock's eyes were closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Tank's thumb brushed over the sensitive head of his cock.

Erin watched them, her own breathing heavy with arousal. The power she had over these two men was intoxicating, a heady rush that made her feel invincible. She knew she could push them further, take them to places they had never dreamed of. The thought sent a thrill through her, a delicious shiver that made her own pussy ache with need.

Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her pussy, her fingers glistening with her cum. She reached out and traced a line of it along Brock's jaw, watching as he shivered beneath her touch. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, who's going to clean up?"

Both men looked at each other, the reality of their situation sinking in. They were both covered in a mix of sweat and cum, their bodies trembling with exhaustion and arousal. "I will," they said in unison, their voices barely above a whisper.

Erin threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room like a bell. "How adorable," she said, her voice filled with mock sweetness. "My little bitches, eager to serve." Her laughter was a symphony of power and control, a reminder of who held the reins in their twisted relationship.

With surprising agility, she hopped to her feet, her muscular arms wrapping around each of their thighs. With a grunt that belied the effort, she hoisted both men up, one across each shoulder. Their combined weight was insignificant, as she bore it with the grace of a seasoned wrestler. The sight was almost comical, yet there was no denying the raw, primal power she exuded.

She carried then to her room where used them for her pleasure until they passed out from exhaustion. Tank was first to collapse, his muscular frame quivering under her touch. Brock followed suit shortly after, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fatigue and lust. Erin laid them down side by side on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork, her heart racing with excitement.

Men are so weak, she thought, a smug smile playing on her lips. Despite their brute strength and bravado, both Tank and Brock had crumbled beneath her touch, their manhood reduced to mere playthings for her amusement. The irony of their situation was not lost on her; Tank, a man feared for his power, and Brock, once her dominant partner, now lay at her mercy, stripped of their pride and dignity.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she sent them tumbling onto the doggie bed she had placed in the corner, her giggles echoing through the room as they awkwardly adjusted themselves into a spooning position. The bed was a stark reminder of their newfound submission, a place where they would now lay their heads as she decided their fate. They looked so pathetic, so vulnerable, their muscles limp and their cocks still semi-erect from the intense session. Erin couldn't help but feel a surge of power as she looked down at them, their breathing shallow and their eyes glazed over.

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[Sicod]

Good lord, so much power! Love it!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Thanks so much for giving us some numbers so we can see exactly how much bigger Brock and Tank are than Erin, it makes it all the more amazing that she is able to overpower them and lift them at her height and weight. She does have decent muscle size, of course, but her weight isn't anywhere near Brock's weight and definitely nowhere near Tank's weight. At the end, her lifting both of them put together? Love it! k+!