Just A Piece Of Meat

I always felt like Rich was too pretty for his own good. Those big muscles, his bright eyes and the perfect complexion… it was like he’d stepped right out of some fashion catalogue and presented himself as a full three-course meal of a man. He wasn’t just gorgeous though, he was equally blessed with brains and charm and was the focus of any room he entered and the star of any party. The fact that I was his best friend was still bewildering considering how different we were.

Unfortunately Rich also had high political career ambitions that put a strain on our friendship and, as a result, had chosen to keep himself in the closet and even fake a relationship with a woman just so he could appeal to the more traditional voters. There was no talking sense into him once he’d made his mind up and the fact that his soon-to-be wife was a total bitch too didn’t exactly help matters either. They were only going to end up miserable and I wanted to save Rich from suffering such a fate. Even though we’d never been anything more than friends, I had always wanted more and deep down I knew that he wanted me too. All I needed to do was help alleviate some of the pressures placed upon him by his poor choice of career.

I had the perfect opportunity to kick things off when his thirtieth birthday rolled around in late November. My gift to him was a carefully selected ‘bedroom deluxe package; featuring a matching tank top and briefs set from MEAT, a revolutionary clothing brand that had taken quite a sizable chunk out of my savings account. Rich was damn lucky I cared about him so much! He looked at the set with surprise and I even detected fleeting panic in his eyes before he realized that we were alone and his clueless girlfriend couldn’t see the gifting of something that might contain homoerotic undertones. “I presumed you were a size large; you’ve been hitting the gym way more than I have lately,” you commented, admiring his built physique. “Try it on though, I wanna make sure it fits. I’ll even turn around!”

After a little convincing Rich finally relented and stripped out of his well-fitting suit pants and the crisp white shirt, exchanging them for the even tighter tank top and the briefs that perfectly highlighted his bulge, both of which were emblazoned with the brand name: MEAT. I turned around just in time to catch Rich physically shiver and roll his shoulders. “Everything alright there, bud?” I asked, holding back the smile from my face.

“Just got a weird feeling,” he grunted, scratching at the back of his head. “It’s… whatever. How’d I look, huh?” With a casualness that I hadn’t known he’d been possible of, he hit a few poses to tense and flex his large muscles, giving me the most beautiful view I’d seen in a while.

“Positively delicious,” I confirmed, a predatory smirk creeping over my lips. “My favourite piece of meat.” Rich immediately shook once more. As he relaxed, his face spread into a dimwitted smile and his eyes appeared to be a little emptier. He continued to flex though, showing off all of his impressive gains and even allowing me to get close enough to touch. Long ago Rich hadn’t been shy about other men touching him but ever since he’d begun his charade as a “straight” politician he’d been hyper-aware of his image and had shied away from physical contact from anyone other than his phony girlfriend. In a short space of time I had stripped away those insecurities and he seemed so much happier for it too.

“Your favourite piece of meat,” Rich echoed back in a slow voice. “Just a piece of meat.” He continued his posing routine, even as my hand found a way to his crotch and began to massage the growing bulge there. It didn’t take long until his impressive length was rock hard underneath my touch and my hands were moving into the briefs in order to properly stroke him and elicit deep groans from his pretty lips.

“Do you like that, Meat?” I asked, continuing to tease him with one hand while I used the other to reach around and grope at the firm globes of his ass cheeks. “Do you like having me to take care of you?”

The long moan of delight that was provoked when I traced a finger down the crack between his ass cheeks was more than enough of a response but it was soon followed by a loud “Yes!” He was putty in my hands and I was enjoying my playtime but I had bigger goals in mind. This wasn’t going to be a one-off. I was going to put Rich back on the right path and ensure he didn’t waste those gorgeous looks on women who could never truly please him. 

“I can give you what you want but you’re going to have to promise me something,” I started, placing my fingers between his lips to wet them with saliva before returning them to his cock and earning another noise of delight in response. “Do you think you can do that for me, Meat?”

The light in Rich’s eyes faded further as his brains were drained out of him, the particles in the clothes I had gifted him working just as had been promised. It was a good thing that my main interest in him had always been his good looks and muscles rather than his smarts because he’d struggle with even kindergarten math let alone something as complex as politics once I was through with him. “Anything for you,” he groaned, his larger frame melting against my own as his lips began desperately pressing against my cheeks. “Anything to be your meat.”

“I want you to dump your woman, cancel your campaign and devote yourself to me. Only then will I let you be mine. Do you understand, Meat?” As I spoke I began to quicken the pace of my strokes along his hard shaft, feeling his body buckle and shake as his arousal began to spike. Desperate pants broke into helpless moans and groans as he began to rocket closer to orgasm. Sensing that the moment was close, I repeated my question: “Do you understand, MEAT?”

“I understand, I’ll do it!” my loving piece of meat declared with an almighty roar as he hit his climax and soiled his new briefs with a heavy load of his thick cum. His broad chest rose and fell as he began to sink down from the almighty high of his orgasm but he retained the thoughtless look he had developed throughout the teasing of the past ten minutes. A broad smile spread across his face as he turned to me and I smacked his ass, delighted with my new piece of property. Rich was ultimately gone, replaced with a version of himself that would get to experience the pleasure he had always deserved. After all, as his best friend I knew what was best for him!

“Well, Meat, you know what to do.” It was time to get to work and that snooty girlfriend and his pretentious campaigners of his needed to go right away...