A train ride
It was Daniel's first time on a train as he made his way to visit his girlfriend. It was an older train with semi private rooms, which the conductor told him that he probably would share with only one other passenger. It was a long train ride and Daniel was looking forward to stretching out his long legs and relaxing on the journey.
It was almost time for the train to depart and there was still no one sitting across from him. However, Daniel’s hopes of stretching out his long legs and having the room to himself were crushed when just as the conductor made the final boarding call, an average looking, middle aged man came into the room, carrying his suitcase.
“Hello there, would you mind helping me put my case in the overhead compartment? You seem like a strong, fit man,” the stranger smiled.
“Sure,” Daniel replied as he stood up.
Daniel was much taller than the stranger as he lifted the suitcase up and pushed it into the storage area. Daniel didn’t notice the stranger checking out his smooth bulging biceps as he took the suitcase and his ripped tight stomach as the shirt lifted while he stretched to push the suitcase into the overhead bend. The stranger’s eyes traveled down the muscular back and over the tight well developed ass and thighs as Daniel’s old worn jeans hugged them.
“Thank you, so much,” the older man thanked him.
Daniel smiled back and sat back down, “no problem.”
The train jerked into motion.
“I am Harvey,” the older man reached out his hand.
“Daniel,” Daniel responded and shaked Harvey’s outstretched hand.
Daniel didn’t notice the gentle stroke of the older man’s fingers against his palm nor the tingling that went up his muscular right arm.
“It is such a pleasant surprise to see a man like yourself from the younger generations choosing to take the train instead of faster means. People of your generation always prefer to get to a place quickly and not enjoy the journey itself. All they care about is the end of their destination,” Harvey continued as the train moved down the rail. “I always found the movement of the train against the rails so relaxing. Feeling the vibration through your body as it moves so steadily. It's so calming.”
Daniel found himself yawning. Harvey was right, the train’s movement was relaxing. Daniel felt the vibration of the train against the rails coursing through his body, while listening to the low rumbling of the train and Harvey’s voice. The man’s voice was so calming. Daniel leaned his head against the window. His eyes grew heavy as he watched the landscape pass by. He could feel the vibration of the train through his body and even down through into his cock as he surprisingly found himself growing hard, as he drifted to sleep. He began to dream that he was naked sitting across from Harvey. Harvey was still dressed with the exception of his cock standing out of the fly of his slacks. The older man’s cock was so huge that the straight Daniel began to drool over it. Daniel’s own cock was rock hard as he dreamed that he was stroking himself while siding down on to the floor and crawling on his hands and knees over to Harvey.
Daniel woke to the feeling of pressure against his crotch. He looked down and saw Harvey’s right polished leather shoe was pressing against his cock through his jeans. Daniel opened his mouth to protest but instead let out a low moan. He soon realized that he was wearing earplugs that were not his own and was listening to a low humming sound. However, Daniel still felt calm and relaxed even as the sole of Harvey’s shoe was tapping his cock through his jeans and underwear. Harvey then moved the toes of the shoe lower and Daniel found himself spreading his thick legs further apart and lifting up.
“That’s a good boy,” Harvey whispered. “Why don’t you pull down your pants. It’s ok, no one is going to bother us.”
Daniel’s hands moved on their own as he unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans. He lifted his muscular hips off the train seat and pulled the jeans down his muscular legs. Daniel’s pure white briefs were bulging obscenely as his cock demanded to be free.
“Very impressive,” Harvey slid off his shoes and placed his dress sock clad feet against the brief covered bulge.
“Oh, fuck,” Daniel moaned as the man’s toes and feet massage his cock.
“You like that,” Harvey smiled.
“Yes, sir,” Daniel moaned.
“Good, boy. Now take off your shirt,” Harvey continued to massage his foot against Daniel’s throbbing cock.
“Yes, sir,” Daniel pulled the shirt off his head, revealing his smooth, pale, yet chisel torso. His abs were well defined with heavy round pecs topping them. The auras around each nipple were big and brown. His vascular veins were large, visible and pumped. Daniel’s body was sculpted through hard work in and out of the gym. Harvey was very pleased.
“Very nice. You are very horny and want to jerk off so bad for me. Take off your briefs and stroke your cock. However, don’t cum until I tell you, understand,” Harvey pulled his foot off Daniel’s briefs covered cock.
“Yes, sir,” Daniel lifted his hips again and slid his briefs down.
His own thick cock popped free, slapping against his 8 pack. Daniel wrapped his right fist around his cock and began to pump it. As he jerked his throbbing cock, he watched the older man undid his pants. Daniel’s mouth went dry as Harvey pulled out a bigger, thicker cock then Daniel’s.
“Daniel with your free hand I want you to play with your boypussy. Finger your hole, get it nice and loose. It will feel so good to finger fuck yourself,” Harvey lazily stroked his own massive cock.
Without taking his eyes off Harvey’s cock nor his right hand from his own cock, Daniel kicked his jeans and briefs off over his work boots and placed one booted foot on the bench beside him to get better access to his own hole. He reached his left hand down and began to stroke himself.
“That’s it, just ease your finger in,” Harvey whispered encouragement to the straight helpless stud.
Daniel let out a hiss as he pushed his middle finger into his tight hole. He continued to stare at the older man as he began to to move his finger in and out of himself.
“Good boy, stroke your insides. Its feel so good,” Harvey stroked his own cock as Daniel began to finger fuck his own virgin hole.
“Fuck, feel good,” Daniel moaned.
“Now push in another finger,” the older man ordered.
Without thinking Daniel obeyed and pushed a second finger into his tight hole.
“Try spreading your fingers, stretch your tight boypussy,” Harvey smiled mischievously.
Daniel pushed the two fingers as far inside himself as he could and then used his strong hands to spread his fingers, trying to stretch his insides open. All the while, Daniel was still stroking his cock with his right hand. He wanted to come so badly. His cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum, but he couldn’t cum. He also continued to stare at Harvey’s big cock while drool was running down his handsome, masculine chin.
“Have you ever sucked another man’s cock, Daniel,” Harvey waved his cock in his hand.
“No, no, I’m straight,” Daniel swallowed as he continued to stare and drool.
“Why don’t you try it and see if you like it,” Harvey smiled. “Take your fingers out of your pussy, and get on your hands and knees.”
Daniel did as he was told, he pulled his fingers out of his ass, and slid off the bench and onto his knees. The once confident, straight stud looked up at the older man and then obediently opened his mouth. As soon as his lips wrapped around the thick shaft, Daniel began to gag on its thickness.
“Ssshhh, just relax your throat muscles. Think of all the blow jobs you had reached and then imitate the ones you enjoyed the most,” Harvey whispered and stroked Daniel’s head.
Harvey’s touch made him feel relaxed again and he obeyed. Soon his head was bobbing up and down on the older man’s cock as if he was a pro. He couldn’t think of anything else but pleasing Harvey. When Harvey pulled his head all the way down to the base of his cock, Daniel didn’t care that he couldn’t breathe. He just kept coating the cold with drool and saliva.
“Is everything fine Mr. Garrett,” the conductor looked around the corner of the door.
He appeared totally unconcerned that the straight, muscular younger man was on his hands and knees giving the older man a blow job.
“Yes, very well,” Harvey replied as he let Daniel’s head off his cock to breathe. “The fine man here will not be needing his clothes and belongings anymore. You can take them.”
“Yes, sir,” the conductor nodded and began to gather up Daniel’s discarded jeans, shirt, underwear, and even Daniel’s wallet and other personal belongings.
Daniel didn’t respond as he continued to suck on the older man’s cock.
After the conductor pulled Daniel’s buffel bag out of the room and slid closed the door, Harvey pulled Daniel off of his cock. “Now boy, it's time to break in that beautiful ass of yours.”
Daniel obediently stood up and turned around. Harvey was truly impressed by the smooth, muscular ass before him. Powerful cords of muscles ran up from the powerful legs forming a thick, well sculpted ass. The flawless buttocks were firm with a deep tight valley between them.
“Beautiful. Now spread your ass cheeks and lower yourself down on my cock,” Harvey ordered. “You will feel only pleasure,” Harvey whispered as he gripped the masculine hips and guided his new fuck toy down on his cock.
Daniel’s hole was smooth as the rest of his muscular sculpted body as he spread his ass cheeks and slowly lowered himself on to the thick, drool covered cock. Both Harvey and Daniel grunted as Harvey’s cock penetrated Daniel’s virgin manpussy. Daniel threw his head back and groaned as his cock bounced against his 8 pack. He was in pure heaven as he rode the cock, even as the train came to a stop at his destination.
2022-02-22 01:17:42 +0000 UTC
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ARIESTILES FINAL CHAPTER
Ariestiles had his sword drawn and his polished shield up as he sprung around toward the eerie laughter.
“Oh, what a beauty you are,” the invisible voice echoed through the gardens.
Ariestiles turned toward to his right and then left but saw no one. His huge, smooth bulging muscles were tense and flexing. A thin layer of sweat began to form over his flawless body out of fear and anticipation. Then he felt something crawling up his large calves. Looking down in horror, he saw a vine wrapping itself around his bare left leg slowly moving up to his thighs. The laughter seems to be coming from the living vine. Ariestiles swung his sword, cutting the vine. There was a high pitch scream as the vine retreated, followed by more laughter. The decapitated part of the vine, still attached to his leg, fell dead to the ground. Ariestiles knew he was being toyed with, hunted. The Gordans have many powers and mysteries and Medusus have access to all of them, plus he have the power of a god behind him. Ariestiles heard a stone fall in the distance and swung around toward the direction of the sound but again saw nothing. More laughter from another side of the garden caused him to turn in another direction. Yet again, nothing.
“Show yourself Sorcerer, face the son of Aries,” Ariestiles yelled, pounding his fist that he crutches his sword with against his chest. “Are you a coward, hiding in the shadows! I fear you not!”
His challenge was only met with more laughter. Ariestiles didn’t feel the vines moving the second time as they slowly wrapped around his scandals and shin guards, moving slowly up his legs, softly stroking the smooth, muscular legs. Suddenly aware of them, Ariestiles once again swung his sword. However, this time the vines were morphing into something thicker, as thick as a man’s arm, and stronger. He panicked and used his sword and shield to slice and pound feverishly at the vines. As his sword cut one tentacle-like vine off, another grew in its place. He couldn’t move his powerful legs as the slimy vines tightened and moved further up his thighs. The vines lifted his armor apron and began to grope and fondled his phallus and buttocks through the tightly wrapped leather undergarment. From nowhere, more vines gripped his powerful arms. They were so strong that Ariestiles couldn’t keep a grip on his sword or shield. His arms grew useless in the tentacle-like vines’ grip and he dropped his weapons to the ground. The vines were spreading and stretching his powerful limbs.
“Relax, my pretty,” Ariestiles heard the voice right before his face as the sorcerer Medusus materialize before him.
Ariestiles made a fatal mistake. His dark eyes fell upon the sorcerer’s black eyes. He tried to look away but before he knew it he was pulled into them and found himself unable to think or fight.
“Relax, it feels so good just to relax and obey,” the ancient sorcerer’s voice was so calming.
Ariestiles was overcame in a deep, relaxing bliss as all fight faded from him. He was vaguely aware that the vines had ripped away the tight leather wrap under his armoured apron, leaving the leather shredded on the ground. Ariestiles let out a loud deep moan as one of the vines wrapped itself around the hero’s impressive cock, and began to stroke him. Medusus’ long black robes parted and his long, thick snake-like cock slithered between Ariestiles’s muscular legs and up to the tight well developed buttocks.. The tentacle-like cock pressed between his firm powerful buttocks, spreading them. The brave hero cried out as the arm size phallus tentacle penetrated him.
“Ssshh, it feels so good,” the sorcerer’s voice radiated from within his own head. “You will feel only pleasure.”
Ariestiles moaned but his eyes remained locked on the sorcerer’s as the tentacle penetrated his virgin hole. As the phallus moved deeper the hero was lifted off the ground, while the vines began to shred the armour off his demigod body. Within seconds Ariestiles was stripped nude and suspended by vines and the tentacle-like cock. He was lifted so that his magnificent chest and large nipples were level with the sorcerer’s mouth. The ancient sorcerer opened his mouth and showed his razor sharp teeth. As the tentacle phallus moved in and out of him, and the vine wrapped around his cock tightened and moved his foreskin up and down, Ariestiles groaned loud in pure pleasure. He tried to resist but it was so hard to think or move a single muscle. The sorcerer leaned in and stuck out his long, pointed tongue and flicked it over Ariestiles’s right nipple. It sent shivers down the hero’s sculpted body. His cock was pumping out pre-cum. Medusus ran his razor teeth over the sensitive nipple causing Ariestiles to cry out in both pain and pleasure. All the while the sorcerer’s cock was thrusting in and out of him, stretching and pounding his insides.
“Please, Fffuck,” the hero cried out as he drove over the edge.
Ariestiles never came so much as the vine pumped out his seed. As his cum landed on the garden’s floor, the vines released the demigod and hungrily began to devour the semi divine seed. With the vines’ grip gone, Ariestiles’ heavy muscular body fell forward against the ancient sorcerer’s body, while only Medusus’s cock deep inside him supported him. The arrogant warrior was moaning and whimpering as the massive cock throb and ram up his ruined hole. With a low hissing grunting, Medusus came deep inside his prey. The cum was thick and hot as it erupted inside the hero. Ariestiles cried as his insides were flooded. Finally the sorcerer pulled his monsterous cock out of the ruining hole, leaving it wide open and leaking a large amount of the sorcerer’s boiling cum. Everything went black for Ariestiles as he fell over the sorcerer’s shoulder.
With surprising strength, the sorcerer threw the muscle bound, naked over his bony shoulders. With ease the sorcerer carried his victim up the stone steps that ran along the waterfall toward the great temple. As he carried and balanced the demigod, the sorcerer couldn’t resist stroking the smooth massive thighs and flawless beautiful, upturned ass. He couldn’t help but laugh as he rubbed his cum that was leaking out of the ruined hole, into the muscular thighs.
Medusus carried the beautiful Ariestiles past the numerous statues of the sacrifices over the last one hundred years. Each was brave as Ariestiles and just as beautiful, however, each ended as the sorcerer’s lover. Their youthful beauty and strength forever frozen in time for Medusus’ pleasure. He carried the helpless Ariestiles into the great marble temple and the ancient altar chamber. Before them stood the seated statue of J’ong-Ra, with its huge stone phallus. In front of the statue stood a stone altar. Medusus then laid Ariestiles onto the cold altar. When the demigod opened his eyes he found himself staring up at the ancient sorcerer. Instead of fear or anger in his eyes, Ariestiles stare at his new master in devotion. He offered no resistance as his legs were lifted into the air and Medusus once again penetrated him. There was no pain, just pure bliss. Ariestiles could see all of Medusus’s lovers over the century, and he felt like he was all of them roll into one, as his new master fucked him.
Of all of Medusus’s lovers and conquests, Ariestiles was his crowning glory, the son of Aries himself.
Medusus looked up at J’ong-Ra and rise his arms, “in your glory.” Medusus once again came deep inside of Ariestiles. Feeling the sorcerer’s ancient seed once again inside him, sent Ariestiles over the edge. He shot high in the air. Slowly his flesh and muscles turned hard and unmoving, becoming stone. Medusus position the statue of Ariestiles in a place of honor at the right side of the statue of the great god J’ong-Ra.
2022-02-20 01:36:58 +0000 UTC
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ARIESTILES CHAPTER 2
Ariestiles didn’t wait to be dismissed by the king as he stood up. He grabbed a jar of sweet wine and took a large drink from the jar before carrying it out of the room. Before he left the chamber he let the robes fall from his shoulders as he stumbled drunkenly down the hall toward his room. He had no concerns about being naked, his muscular buttocks flexing as he walked. Etretius excused himself from his father, King Draco III, and followed the arrogant warrior. He found Ariestiles snoring while laying face down on the fur covered bed, naked. The warrior didn’t bother to cover himself as he laid with his muscular thighs spread. The wine jar laid empty on the floor. Etretius quietly entered the dark room and sat on the bed beside the hunk. Etretius then gently touched the thick thighs and traced the thick cords of muscles up to the exquisite ass. Ariestiles let out a low moan in his sleep but Etretius knew the warrior was far too gone to protest much. When his hands reached the massive tight ass cheeks, the prince was surprised how firm they were. They were as if they were sculpted from granite. They remember the prince of the buttocks of the numerous granite and marble statues of the gods and heroes that dotted the city and palace.
Although they are of the same age, they couldn’t be more different. Etretius was small and feil, and never been outside of the city-state of Bythos. On the other hand, Ariestiles was tall and muscular, with a body that any full grown man desires to have. He had seen much of the known world at his age. Also, Unbeknownst by his father, the prince was a follower of J’ong-Ra, and had lusted after so many of the beautiful men that passed through the city each year on their way to battle the sorcerer.
Etretius spread the muscular buttocks and took in the warriors tight manpussy. The smell of lavender and mint from the fragrant bath still lingers. The prince then buried his face between the meaty cheeks and began to lick the sensitive hole. Ariestiles moaned in his sleep as he pushed his powerful ass backwards. Etretius reached under the warrior and pulled the thick cock and large balls back from under Ariestiles. He then licks down from the hole to the full testiculars and rock hard phallus. He loved the sound of the deep grunts and moans escaping from the demigod parted lips. Ariestiles was grinding against the bed, desperate to cum. Etretius began to stroke the thick phallus while returning to rim the tight manpussy. Ariestiles grabbed the furs in his strong fists as the prince flicked his tongue in and out of the sweet hole. Etretius wanted to have sex with the beautiful, arrogant warrior so badly but he knew that he was already pledged to J’ong-Ra and his sorcerer. Instead he pleasured himself by licking the hard boy-warrior’s beautiful body. As Etretius worship and used his body, Ariestiles dreamed that it was the tongue of a beautiful maiden
High above Bythos, on the great mountain in the old abandoned temple of J’ong-Ra, the sorcerer Medusus knelt, worshiping in front of the seated statue of his god, the all-powerful J’ong-Ra. The torch lights flickering off the marble statue's emotionless face. Medusus rose onto his feet and moved among the cold marble ruins. His head and face were shielded by the hood of the long black robes and only his bonely fingers, ancient and weathered, were visible, as he held the robes up as he moved. In a few days, on the holiest day of his god J’ong-Ra, the annual tribute will arrive from Bythos, and he couldn’t wait to taste the latest delight his former countrymen have to offer him this year. He has been living on this mountain for a century, the gift of long life, was one of many powers his master and god had bestowed on him. As he moved into the temple, his reddish eyes fell upon last year’s tribute. King Flexius of the Helites was an imposing figure with his long barbarian beard and chisel, hard, tattooed muscles. Medusus crackle as he remembered the boosts the barbarian king made as he waved his war cub around.
“I would wipe out all of those pervert followers of J’ong-Ra. They weren’t men,”he had declared while banishing his black battle cub
Now after a year on the mountain top, the brave king was still as muscular and beautiful as he first laid eyes on the ancient sorcerer. Now however, instead of waving his cub in the air, he was sitting on it. Bouncing up and down on the thick cub, impaling himself. The barbarian king looked at the old sorcerer with lust in his brown eyes. The fur loincloth had now deteriorated, leaving only the leather belt around his chisel, lean waist. The barbarian’s large cock was rock hard, standing straight out from him, oozing precum. Nothing remained of the arrogant king’s mind. He could only grunt and speak a few words of his native, primitive languages. He spent most of his days over the past year, getting fucked by the sorcerer or fucking himself with his own battle cub.
The sorcerer ran his thin fingers over the barbarian’s hard, muscular body, tracing the tribal tattoo that ran over his right pec and down his right shoulder and arm. The king’s eyes pleaded with the sorcerer. The sorcerer laughed and used one of his long nails to scratch the king’s right nipple.
“Uh, ugh,” the barbarian cried out, his cock throbbing even more.
The sorcerer pulled away his finger and opened his robes. Flexius’ eyes widened in lust and he began to drool. The sorcerer’ thick long cock was massive. The sorcerer placed an ancient hand on the barbarian’s head, running his bonely fingers through the wild brown mane.
“Get down, my pet, and serve your master’s,” the sorcerer’s voice crackled.
Flexius lifted his lean, muscular body off the black cub. It popped out of his ass with a loud pop and a groan escaping from the barbarian’s mouth. The once arrogant king fell to his knees and took the massive cock into his mouth. Flexius had long grown used to the thickness of the sorcerer’s cock in his mouth. He no longer gagged on it as the sorcerer had trained him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes glazed up at his master, looking for approval. His lips were stretched over the huge cock. He was soon coating it with his drool and saliva. Flexius couldn’t think of anything else but to have the huge cock up his ass.
Finally, Medusus decided to award his slave. The sorcerer’s thin arms pulled the once mighty king upon his legs and then bent him over a stone slab. Flexius’ ass was exposed. It’s tightness was long gone from the daily fucking it received. The sorcerer Medusus moved behind the barbarian king and pushed his huge cock into the ruined ass. Flexius yelled loud as the cock penetrated him. He was like merely a rag doll as he was pounded over and by the ancient sorcerer.
“In your glory,” Medusus throw back his head and praised the god J’ong-Ra as he came inside Flexius ass. The fire lights radiate off the stone face of the ancient god as the barbarian quickly followed the sorcerer and came on the stone altar.
2022-02-17 21:31:43 +0000 UTC
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Shawn and his roommate part 2
Shawn tried to sit through his classes during the day but he kept feeling like everyone was checking him out. It wasn’t that unusual for people to stare at the 6foot, dark-haired adonis, with a perfect smile that caused women to sway and a body that could be the model of an ideal Greek god. However, the white spandex compression shorts and tight jockstrap did nothing to hide his full packed crotch. On his way to classes he receives a lot of stares, and even some approving looks from the co-Ed’s. During his history class, he was sitting in his usual seat halfway up the auditorium style classroom, when the jockstrap started to bother him. The jockstrap was too small and Shawn had to keep adjusting his cock and balls to keep them from getting crushed. He spread his thick, shaved legs to allow room for his balls, when he caught Professor Harris staring straight at his full package. Shawn turned red in embarrassment and crossed his muscular legs. However, catching the older man staring at his crotch made his cock grow.
“Damn, Shawn, keep control of yourself. Austin is right you are becoming a fucking gay slut,” he thought to himself.
Shawn was glad when the class was over that he could get up and uncross his legs. He was heading toward the restrooms to pull out his cock and balls to allow them to breath when he received a text from Wilbur:
HARRIS WANT TO SEE YOU AT 4 IN HIS OFFICE
Shawn was frustrated as he texted back:
I HAVE PRACTICE
Another text popped up:
I CLEARED IT WITH YOUR COACH. HE UNDERSTANDS HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO MAKE THE PROFESSOR HAPPY SO YOU CAN STAY ON THE TEAM
Now Wilbur has Coach involved. Shawn reached the restroom and locked himself in one of the bath stalls. He then peeled the white shorts down his massive thighs and fished out his hard cock and sore balls from his jock pouch. It was a relief to let them out of their tight confines to breathe. However, soon his cock was growing hard again. He couldn’t believe he was horny as he reached down and gripped his fat cock with his right hand. Instead of thinking about a hot co-Ed, he thought of the middle-age professor that wanted to fuck him later in the day and Wilbur his nerdy gay roommate. He knew Wilbur was pimping him out to the professor. In exchange for passing grades and even an A so he can stay on the team, Shawn had no choice but let the man have his way with him. When professor Harris wants a piece of jock ass or mouth, he calls or text Wilbur and Wilbur sends Shawn over to his office or brownstone townhouse. Shawn kept his mouth shut tight to keep from moaning loud in the stall as he wrapped his fist around his throbbing cock and jacked off. His legs then buckled as he sprayed the bathroom stall door with his cum.
At 4o’clock, Shawn was running across campus toward Professor Harris’s office. His last class ended late and he was dreading the consequences of being late for his appointment with the Professor. He remembered the first time he “agreed to” come to the Professor’ office. Shawn arrogantly showed up 15minutes late, and the Professor then proceeded to bend him over his desk and spanked him. Shawn couldn’t sit down for two days. Shawn was sweating when he reached the office door and knocked.
“Come in,” Shawn heard the Professor’s gruff voice call out from the other side of the door.
Shawn took a deep breath and turned the knob.
“About time,” the Professor said angrily as he looked at his watch.
“I’m sorry, my last class . .” Shawn replied meekly.
“Don’t give me excuses, boy. This university does not revolve around you jock boys, and it is about time you learn that. When you are told to be here at a certain time, you are expected to be on time,” the Professor’s voice was rough.
“I’m sorry, I tried,” Shawn found himself pleading.
Harris didn’t respond as he walked around his large antique desk and behind Shawn to lock the door. Shawn stood nervously in the middle of the office. Then he felt a hard, stinging blow on his tight bubble ass. Shawn instinctively jumps and covers his ass with his hands against the blow.
“You haven’t learned anything from Wilbur have you,” the Professor grabbed Shawn’s powerful right arm and pulled it away from protecting his perfect rear end. “Don’t fight me, boy. Remember our deal, you be a good boy or you are off the team and expelled from school,” Harris pressed up against Shawn’s barely covered back.
The stringer shirt barely covers any of his wide shoulders and back. His sweaty skin from running across campus was smooth and tan, stretched over ripped, packed muscles. Shawn felt disgusted and humiliated by how the Professor was treating him but at the same time his cock was betraying him.
“Yes, sir,” Shawn whispered low.
“Good boy, you aren’t as dumb as you looked. Wilbur is indeed training you well,” the Professor slapped Shawn’s ass again causing Shawn to jump again.
“You look so slutty walking into my classroom in those ridiculously tight shorts and what you call a shirt. Showing off your oversized ass and tits like a man whore. Everyone knew what you wanted. You were begging for this,” the Professor roughly pulled down the spandex shorts over Shawn’s big muscular ass.
Shawn wanted to get out of there but he knew better, “please, sir.”
The Professor ignored him and before Shawn knew it he was pushed face down over the desk. Tears welled in his eyes as the shorts were pulled down lower and his smooth sculpted ass cheeks were exposed. The Professor stepped back and then delivered another hard blow, this time on Shawn’s bare ass cheek. Harris raised his hand again and brought it down on Shawn’s other cheek. Shawn was gripping the edge of the desk and gritting his teeth as he was spanked over and over. All the while his cock, trapped in the tight jockstrap and between the desk hard surface and his only body, was still hard. Shawn’s huge ass cheeks bounced at each impact. Finally Harris stopped. His hands were hurting from the firmness of the meaty ass and his hard blows.
Professor Harris then grabbed Shawn by the hair and pulled the muscle bound jock down on his knees. Shawn offered no resistance as he knelt in front of the Professor and looked up at the older man. Harris smiled down at him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat cock. The Professor then proceeded to slap his cock across Shawn’s handsome masculine face. The jock was humiliated but merely opened his mouth obediently. The Professor pushed his cock between Shawn’s lips and the jock began to worship it. Shawn blocked out all feelings as he took the cock deep in his throat and worked his lips and tongue over it. All the while the Professor kept a firm grip on Shawn’s hair, guiding the jock on and off the cock. Shawn kept his eyes closed as he coated the cock with drool.
The Professor pulled Shawn by the hair off his cock, “if you keep that up I am going to cum. I want to cum in that hot ass of yours instead.”
Big, powerful Shawn was lifted like a rag doll and pushed back on the desk. The older Professor lifted the massive, muscle packed legs, wrapping one around his heavy torso and the other on his shoulders. The thick thighs were almost too big for the older Professor to support. Shawn’s legs had served him well in making him the best running back in the school’s conference. They dwarfed the Professor’s shoulders as the older man aimed his cock at the smooth, jock pussy laying exposed before him. Shawn grit his teeth trying not to scream as the Professor’s cock, still wet from the oral service, pushed into the jock’s hole.
“Look at me when I fuck you,” the Professor demanded as he thrusted deeper into Shawn’s ass.
Shawn opened his eyes and looked back at the Professor as Harris rammed in and out of him. Shawn’s jockstrap couldn’t hold his cock any longer. The fat cock head had pushed out of the tight waist band and was now poking out of the top of the jockstrap, oozing pre-cum onto Shawn’s 8 pack abs.
The Professor closed his eyes, baking in the bliss of Shawn’s tight jockpussy. Shawn turned his head out of disgust of the older, out of shape Professor pounding in and out of him. It was then he saw the Professor’s laptop. A website called JOCKSLUTS was up on the screen, and his own pics were staring back at him. One profile pic was him, all smiling at the college gym, working out shirtless and covered in sweat.
The other profile pic was a selfie that Wilbur made him take the night he moved into the nerd’s apartment. Shawn was butt naked standing in front of the mirror. He was standing sideways, with his phone reaching back to take a side view picture of his huge bubble ass. Wilbur had just finished fucking him and cum was clearly leaking down Shawn massive hamstrings.
God, the fag was pimping him out online also,” Shawn thought to himself between grunts as Harris continued to plow in and out of him.
It felt like an eternity as Shawn laid on the desk staring at the laptop, while the Professor thrusted in and out of him. The older man had the big jock bent in half, the powerful legs wrapped around him as he kissed and licked the thick cords of muscles on Shawn’s neck while continuing to fuck him deep up the ass. Shawn was almost relieved when Professor Harris finally moaned in his ear and came deep inside him. Shawn had no idea however that the site was live, and streaming him getting fucked to hundreds of subscribers.
Shawn came home late after his appointment with the Professor. He could barely make it up the steps to his apartment. He felt embarrassed as the cum leaking out of his ass was clearly visible through the white compression shorts. Upon entering the apartment he heard crying and yelling, followed by a loud sound of leather hitting bare skin, coming from the living room.
To be continued
2022-02-17 21:27:51 +0000 UTC
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Joey stretched his long muscular body as he woke from his peaceful night sleep. The bed felt so comfortable, posh mattress, satin sheets. It wasn’t his bed nor his apartment. Everything about the bed and bedroom echoes money. The soft sheets carcass his hard, shredded naked body. He didn’t remember much from the night before. He was out watching the super bowl, drinking and celebrating the big game. Joey didn’t remember hooking up with anyone but he did remember flirting with a lot of women and had a lot to drink. He wasn’t surprised that he had hooked up with a woman. In fact, Joey always gets lucky. It comes easy for him with his ripped, perfect god-like body. Joey turned his head and slowly opened his eyes.
“Good morning,” a masculine voice broke Joey’s post morning bliss.
“What the fuck,” Joey jumped out of the bed, grabbing the sheets to cover his naked body.
“Relax, man,” the older man laying in bed next to him laughed.
“Who the fuck are you? Why are you in bed with me,” Joey panicked as he searched the room for his clothes.
Joey saw his boxer briefs on the white fur rug and a tail of his clothes leading out of the bedroom. The naked man smiled at the confused muscular younger man. Joey bent over and picked up his boxer briefs. He was horrified when his ass hurt and he felt something leaking from his ass and down his huge hamstrings.
“Oh god, did you fuck me,” Joey ran his large hand through his blond hair. The man got off the bed, revealing his massive cock. “Get away from he, faggot. I will kill you,” Joey almost tripped as he struggled to quickly pull the underwear up his muscular, shredded legs.
“I’m going to the police,” Joey stormed out of the bedroom and found his socks, shirt and pants laying on the floor from the hall outside the bedroom to the living room. “Where is my phone?”
The man was following him, laughing. Joey was furious as he crutches his fists and wanted to beat the stranger to a pulp.
“I’m serious, I’m not gay and you had r . . .”
The stranger stated clearly and loudly, “Relax, jock slut!”
Joey stopped in his tracks holding his pants. Suddenly all anger and rage faded, while at the same time his cock grew hard in his underwear.
The stranger approached him and touched his cannon size left deltoid, “you remembered how good it was last night?”
The man’s touch sent a surge through his body making him feel good and relaxed. “Yes sir. It felt so good when you fucked my straight ass,” his once angry voice now sound dreamy and blissfully relaxed.
“Good boy,” the older man moved his right hand down Joey’s smooth, hard pecs.
Joey moaned as the man stroked his pert firm nipples. He remembered the first time the man touched his nipples through the tight shirt Joey was wearing last night at the bar. Joey first tried to push the old gay man’s hand away but he was over came with a wave of blissful submission. The stranger’s voice and touch were so calming and relaxing that all of Joey's macho alpha persona faded as the man discreetly twisted his tits through the tight shirt. The bar was too packed for anyone to notice. Joey even stood beside his friends while the stranger stroked the muscle jock’s ass through the black jeans. Joey remembered the man’s whispering into his ear making him feel more and more submissive to the point that the straight cocky jock obediently followed the stranger into the bar restroom. Joey’s friends were too busy watching the big game to notice he was gone. He could hear his friends cheering the game winning touchdown, while he was on his knees in the public restroom giving his first blow job.
Right now, Joey’s cock was rock hard in his boxer briefs as the stranger ran his hand down Joey’s chisel 8 pack, tracing the deep valleys of the tight abs.
“Joey, get on your knees and suck my cock again. You are such a good cocksucker and you love serving cocks, don’t you,” the older man smiled.
“Yes, sir,” Joey replied as he knelt on the posh rug and opened his mouth.
Before last night, the masculine straight stud would never have sucked another man’s cock. Now Joey couldn’t get enough of it. Joey moaned in pleasure as his goatee framed mouth and lips wrapped around the cock. The stranger gripped his stylish cut blonde hair and began to pound the back of Joey’s throat. Joey's head began to bobbed over the cock while coating it with drool and saliva. He had no thoughts or concerns about being straight and sucking a cock. Joey’s mind was only blissfully focused on pleasuring the man before him.
Joey’s mind began to remember what the stranger told him last night while Joey was bent over the restroom sink counter, “muscle boys like you and your friends are for serving and pleasing older men. Your thick, sculpted muscles didn’t make you an alpha but made you merely a beautiful object for older men to possess and enjoy. It is so blissfully good not to have to think, just do as you are told and use your sexy body to pleasure the real men.”
Joey was so hard in his boxer-briefs. His cock wanted to be free but Joey knew his own need to cum was now secondary to his need to serve his master. He always had been aggressive and uncaring to his female partners' needs. Those bitches were merely a form of release for the arrogant beautiful jock. Now Joey was experiencing the receiving end and for the first time enjoyed being the lesser, submissive one. He looked up at his master with his blue eyes, seeking approval from the older man that towered over him.
“Good boy, such a good boy,” the master stroked Joey’s head as if he was petting a puppy.
Joey grew more blissfully relaxed at the praise. Finally the master pulled him off the cock by his hair.
“You want me to fuck that exquisite ass again,” the master smiled down at the rugged handsome face, while stroking his drool cover cock over Joey’s chisel face.
“Yes, master,” Joey’s voice was deep and masculine but filled with devotion and obedience.
His master pulled Joey to his feet. The boxer-briefs felt so restrictive around Joey’s throbbing cock, that he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled them down. His veiny cock popped free, throbbing, begging to cum. Joey pulled the underwear down his long muscle packed legs and stepped out of them. The master then placed his hand on Joey’s exquisitely developed ass and led the muscle god back into the bedroom. Joey’s ass was truly a work of art. The smooth, flawless ass cheeks look like they belong on a statue of a Roman or Greek hero or god, sculpted from the finest marble. The cheeks were large and firm, flawless. The master ran his hand up the shredded, muscular back sending Joey deeper under his control. Once back into the elegant bedroom, he guided Joey over to the bed. This time Joey obediently crawled into the soft bed. He pushed his muscular ass into the air as the older man approached him. The master’s dried cum was still crusted around Joey’s broken manpussy. The once tight hole was now slightly puffy from being pounded most of the night. Joey spread his legs wide to invite the stranger to once again mount him. The older man smiled and crawled behind the big muscle stud. Aiming his fat cock at the deflowered manhole, the master guided it between the sculpted buttocks and into the anal canal.
“Fffuck,” Joey groaned as he once again felt the cock pushing into him.
Joey never realized how good it felt to be dominated by another man like this. The cock felt so huge inside him, stretching him open. Yet his own cock remained rock hard. Once he was deep enough, the older man eased out and then thrusted back in, causing the muscle god to moan loud and deep. The master grabbed Joey’s massive, mountious shoulders and began to pound Joey’s ass. Joey’s eyes rolled into his head as his whimpering and moans of pleasure filled the room. Without pulling out of Joey, his new master flipped the muscle bound stud over onto his back. The look on Joey's face as he was getting dominated and feeling only pleasure was intoxicating. The older man ran his hands over and up the massive thighs, feeling how powerful and shredded they were as he pounded in and out of the once virgin manpussy. The master wrapped one of Joey’s muscular legs around his waist while throwing the other on his shoulders. He couldn’t resist from turning his head and licking and kissing the well developed leg while he continued to ram deep into Joey. Joey’s mind was pluddy as slowly his previous life as a straight alpha stud faded. He had no concern or worries about being another man’s bitch. It felt to Damn good, his mind was telling himself. The master leaned in with his cock deep inside Joey, bending the muscle stud in half. He pushed Joey’s knees up to his pecs as the master leaned in to suck on the massive pecs. Joey’s cock was flat on his 8 pack leaking pre-cum between the deep chisel valleys. The master then pulled away and looked Joey right into the eyes, their mouths only inches apart.
“Cum for me now,” the master’s voice was deep and dominating.
“Yess, sirrr,” Joey moaned and threw back his head and grabbed the sheets in his fist.
He cum hard as the cum went flying between them, some landing on Joey’s face. As Joey came his ass muscles milked the master’s cock and quickly the older man followed, filling his latest muscle boy slave.
By noon, Joey woke again to the feeling of the older man’s cock deep inside him. The thickness inside him felt comforting and good. The once straight alpha boy purred and pushed his bubble ass backwards.
2022-02-16 01:22:57 +0000 UTC
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Shawn woke with a pounding headache and a sore ass. He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed and walked into the kitchen, not bothering to put on any clothes. In the kitchen, he walked past his roommate who was sitting at the kitchen table, ignoring the nerd.
“Morning baby,” Wilbur looked up from his iPad.
Shawn grunted. He hate being called baby by his gay roommate. He wasn’t Wilbur’s baby or babe. Wilbur got up and walked behind Shawn as the muscular jock stood naked at the counter. The nerdy gay boy wrapped his arms around Shawn, giving him a hug. Shawn wanted to push Wilbur off him but he just stood there feeling disgusted as the smaller nerd moved his hands up his chisel 8 pack to his large well formed pecs. Wilbur nestled his head against Shawn's wide, shredded shoulders.
“You were wonderful last night, babe,” Wilbur kissed Shawn’s thick neck.
Shawn closed his eyes. He felt Wilbur’s cock through the nerd’s pajamas bottom against his bare ass.
“I made you your protein shake,” Wilbur spoke with his skinny arms still wrapped around Shawn’s muscle packed torso.
Shawn looked in disgust at the bender sitting on the countertop.
“Drink it up, babe,” Wilbur laughed. “It will make you smarter and stronger.”
Shawn found his hand reaching out to grip the handle of the bender’s pitcher and lifting it up to his pouty lips. The jock closed his eyes and chugged it down. He titled his head back and his thick neck muscles were flexing as he gulped down every bit of it. It actually tasted good as he consumed it all. However, he knew what was in it. Wilbur had come in it only minutes ago.
Wilbur laughed, “you spilled some.”
Wilbur then used a finger to scoop some drops from Shawn’s chin and cheek, and then put the finger to the jock’s mouth. Shawn found himself opening his mouth and licking Wilbur’s finger.
“Good, boy,” Wilbur moved one hand down to grip Shawn’s cock.
Shawn grew instantly hard in the gay nerd’s hand. Wilbur moved his other hand to his pajama bottom and pulled them down to free his long thick cock.
“Please not again. You fucked me all night, I got practice and classes today,” the muscular tough jock pleaded.
“Come on babe, you make me so horny,” Wilbur whispered into Shawn’s ears as he pressed his cock against the tight bubble ass.
Shawn could easily push the skinny nerd off him, but instead he just gripped the countertop with his fists. He couldn’t believe the skinny nerd’s sex drive, as Wilbur pulled the jock’s ass toward him. Shawn’s ass was still loose from the fucking the nerd had given him only a couple of hours earlier. He aimed his cock between the sculpted ass cheeks and pushed in. Shawn’s eyes began to fill with tears as he felt the cock penetrating him once again. His own cock was rock hard as the nerd pushed deeper into him. Wilbur pulled out and then thrusted back in, hard and deep. Shawn tried not to give the nerd the pleasure but he couldn’t stop himself from moaning as the cock slid in and out of his used manpussy.
Shawn didn’t know how he got to this point in his life. He was 100% straight, confident, even arrogant jock, with a hot girlfriend and several co-Ed’s on the side. He was the alpha on his sport teams. Now ever since his coach demanded that he get tutored by Wilbur everything changed. He tried to fight but it seemed like daily he grew more submissive to the scrawny, weak gay nerd. Wilbur made him move out of the frat house and into his apartment. Shawn couldn’t fuck or get hard with his sexy, hot girlfriend or any women anymore. It seem like the only time he could get a hard on was when he was around the nerd and Wilbur’s gay friends. He was humiliated not only by what Wilbur does to him, but by how hard he gets when he serves another man.
Shawn couldn’t help but to let out a loud groan as Wilbur’s skinny-fat body slapped against his muscular, firm ass cheeks. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as Wilbur reached around him and grabbed Shawn’s throbbing cock. His powerful, muscular legs were wobbly as Wilbur literally was holding him up against the kitchen counter.
“Come for me, baby,” Wilbur whispered into Shawn’s right ear, while licking the jock’s earlobe.
Tears were pouring down Shawn’s cheeks as his cock jerked and shot his cum on to the countertop and on to Wilbur’s fist.
“Fffuck,” Wilbur called out as Shawn’s incredible ass muscles clamp down and spasm around his cock, milking it.
Shawn felt the gay nerd’s seed filling him.
“Baby you are such a hot, sexy fuck,” Wilbur was breathing heavy as he pulled out of Shawn’s ass, letting the big muscle jock fell against the countertop.
Unable to stand, Shawn slid down onto the kitchen food.
“Baby, why don’t you clean my cock. I love feeling that sexy mouth of yours licking my cock clean after I fucked you,” Wilbur ran his hair through Shawn’s thick brown hair.
“Please,” tears were still welling in Shawn’s eyes, begging for it to stop.
However, Wilbur took the plea for wanting more. He gripped Shawn’s hair and pulled the jock onto his knees.
“Open up, babe,” Wilbur rubbed his cock over Shawn’s handsome face.
Shawn couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth and began to lick the cock clean. He couldn’t believe the nerd’s monsterous cock was already getting hard again.
“Fuck, I don’t know which hole is more better, that ass or mouth,” Wilbur was soon fucking Shawn’s thighs throat.
Shawn began to gag and cough over the nerd’s cock as Wilbur guided him by the hair. The jock boy was sobbing over it. He felt disgusted as he tasted Wilbur’s cum and his ass from the fucking he just received. He couldn’t breathe as Wilbur pushed his cock all the way down Shawn’s throat. Shawn had once fuck girls’s mouth like that, rough, making them take his entire length down their throats, deep throating him. Now he was on the receiving end, and the numerous girls a distant memory. Wilbur whimpered and began to flood Shawn’s throat with his cum. The jock had no choice but to swallow it all. When Wilbur pulled out and let go of Shawn’s mouth, the jock fell to his knees fighting to catch his breath.
Wilbur then stroked Shawn’s head, “baby it time to get you in the shower and ready for your appointment with Professor Harris your appointment with Professor Harris.”
Wilbur lifted the more muscular jock to his feet and led Shawn to the bathroom. He undress and joined Shawn under in the shower. Wilbur made sure the muscle bound jock was throughly clean, even taking the shower hose and pushing it up Shawn’s cum lubed hole. Shawn leaned against the shower humiliated as the nerd soaped and washed every inch of him. Wilbur even took His razor and ran it over Shawn’s body to shave off any body hair that grew from the morning before.
“That work of art body should be kept smooth as a Greek statue,” Wilbur would say as he shaved off every hint of his manhood hair, leaving him smooth like a baby.
When Shawn stepped outShawn to the bathroom. He undress and joined Shawn under in the shower. Wilbur made sure the muscle bound jock was throughly clean, even taking the shower hose and pushing it up Shawn’s cum lubed hole. Shawn leaned against the shower humiliated as the nerd soaped and washed every inch of him. Wilbur even took His razor and ran it over Shawn’s body to shave off any body hair that grew from the morning before.
“That work of art body should be kept smooth as a Greek statue,” Wilbur would say as he shaved off every hint of his manhood hair, leaving him smooth like a baby.
Shawn walked naked out of the shower to the bedroom to he found that Wilbur had laid out his clothes he wanted Shawn to wear. It was a jockstrap, a pair of white compression shorts, and a peach colored stringer. He knew he would look like a gay slut whore but he have no choice. His big muscular ass was pushed out by the too small size jockstrap and on full display in the thin see through white compression shorts.
Before he left for his classes, Wilbur stopped him at the door, “don’t forget Les and Kamar are coming over for D&D night. They would be expecting you to serve us tonight.”
Shawn hated Wilbur nerdy gay friends. They were worstier then Wilbur was, he . He wanted to tell him to fuck off, but Wilbur gripped his cock through the tight shorts.
“Oh, and invite Austin over. The guys love the sexy quarterback friend of your’s,” added before letting Shawn’s go.
“Yes, sir,” Shawn lowered his head in shame. Now the nerd was making him lure his jock friends over to enslave them.
Shawn was embarrassed as he walked across campus in the getup that Wilbur had dressed him in. He was getting looks from both girls and guys and even catcalls. He tried to pull the stinger down to cover his virtually exposed cock but to avail.
Shawn turned white as he spotted Austin and his girlfriend Beth as he was approaching the class hall.
“Damn, you finally crossed over,” Austin roared in laughter.
The 6’4 blonde adonis had one of his muscular arms draped over Beth’s shoulders. Many people considered him the second most sexiest guy on campus, second only to Shawn. Austin was wearing a pair of vanquish workout shorts that came mid thigh. The lower part of his shredded, sculpted quads were visible just below the shorts. Beth giggled as she noticed Shawn’s impressive bulge in the white compression shorts. Austin never found out that Shawn had fucked Beth behind his back on several occasions. Beth was one of the biggest sluts on campus.
“Shut up, Austin,” Shawn growled.
“Dude, that fag roommate is rubbing off on you,”Austin laughed.
Shawn leaned close and whispered into Austin’s ear, “Wilbur wants you to come over to entertain his dungeon and dragons friends.”
It was Austin’s turn to turn white, the normally cocky jock strudded, “I, I can’t, it valentines.” He put his arm back around Beth’s shoulders.
Shawn smirked.
2022-02-13 22:44:35 +0000 UTC
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SUMMER AFTERNOON CRUISING
It was such a beautiful sunny day when Walter opened his small shop on the boardwalk. His shop, called Surf Up, offered a wide variety of items from souvenirs, beach clothing, supplies for a fun beach day, surfing gear, and much more. Walter had owned the business for thirty years and had seen a lot of changes on the boardwalk and pier. However, he and his little shop have been a staple to the boardwalk. It was a hot summer morning, when Walter opened his shop door. He briefly stood at the entrance, hands in his waist surveying the already busy morning on the boardwalk. There were the usual joggers, tourists out sightseeing and enjoying the ocean breeze, and surfers heading toward the beach. Walter had already spotted several beautiful hunks showing off their muscle packed torsos as they walked by. It was always like an all you can eat buffet for a gay man like Walter. The heat and the assortment of beautiful shirtless men and the smell of testosterone in the air, made the shop owner horny.
It was a slow morning for the most part, tourist season hadn't officially begun yet. Walter was going over the books when a beefy shirtless hunk walked into the shop. Walter couldn’t help but watch the muscle bound stud browse the men's selection of swimsuits. The younger man had an alpha air about him as he took his time looking through the selections ranging from conservative long board shorts, to fun colorful, speedos and thongs. His smooth pecs were huge and topped off by large silver dollar size nipples. As the younger man walked through the store, Walter noticed the large plump ass filling out the low hanging tight shorts. The stud even had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, perfect for pulling while pounding that round, large ass.
“Is there anything you are interested in,” Walter walked around the counter.
“Het, just looking,” the younger man replied in a deep Russian accent.
Walter loves the accent and couldn’t wait to hear it when the stud be begging to be fucked hard. Walter might appear to be a small, helpless store keeper but he was far from harmless. He smiled as he watched the large, plump ass in the tight shorts move through the store toward the back of the store. A sign in front of the curtained covered doorway, warned “Adult only.” The stud turned his head and smirked at Walter before pulling the curtain aside. The back room was filled with various sex toys and leather goods. Walter offered a wide variety for every kink and tastes.
Walter followed the stud into the room and pulled the curtain tightly closed behind him. The Russian seemed too absorbed in the various sm items to notice the older man behind him. Walter picked up a small bottle from the glass counter and came up behind the bodybuilder.
“You will find this very interesting,” Walter reached around the muscular younger man and pushed the bottle close to his nose.
The bodybuilder couldn’t help from breathing in the special, rare, powerful poppers. The Russian’s mind instantly grew cloudy and confused.
“Just relax,” Walter whispered as he took a pair of handcuffs from the counter.
Walter pulled the huge beefy arms behind the wide back and cuffed the wrist together. He knows the bodybuilder could easily snap his neck if he was able to think. Fortunately, the Russian’s mind was flying high and open to suggestions.
“Is those poppers amusing, make you feel so good and docil? I have enhanced them with a drug that I had personally developed. Chemistry is can of a hobby of mine,” Walter began to freely explore his new slave.
“Da,” the muscle stud answered, his masculine voice sounding dull.
Stroking the smooth, bare lower back, Walter whispered into the stud’s ear, “You are going to do whatever I say. The more you obey the more aroused and horny you will become. Understand?”
“Da,” the Russian replied in his deep masculine voice.
“What your name,” Walter’s mouth was so close to the thick muscular neck that he could breathe in the younger man’s strong masculine scent. The smell of sweat mixed with the Russian’s masculine cologne was intoxicating.
“Dimitri,” the stud answered in his thick accent.
“Very nice. Dimitri, get on your knees in front of me,” the shop owner ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Dimitri obeyed.
The front of Dimitri’s shorts were tenting obscenely, showing off a large bulge as he obediently knelt in front of Walter. Once on his knees, Dimitri stared up at him through his sunglasses while Walter smiled down at the stud.
“Have you ever had sex with another man,” Walter looked down at his new play thing.
“No, I’m straight,” the Russian replied without hesitation, a hint of disgust escaped his mindfucked mind.
“Dimitri from this moment on you will remain straight but you love serving gay men. It turns you on so much when a superior gay man uses you. Deep down you know that straight muscle men like yourself are for gay men’s pleasure and enjoyment. The rougher a man is with you the more aroused and submissive you become. Understand,``Walter then slapped the Russian’s handsome, masculine face to reiterate his command.
Dimitri found himself moaning at the sharp slap across his face, “Da, master.”
Walter pulled his cock from his pants and slapped it against Dimitri’s face. Dimitri moaned and obediently opened his mouth. He then took a dental mouth gag with two hooks on each side of a strap that he secured around the bodybuilder’s head. The device pushed Dimitri’s mouth open into a perfect O shape. He then grabbed Dimitri by his ponytail and began fucking Dimitri’s mouth. Hearing the straight stud gagging on his cock caused Walter to smile. He pulled the muscle boy off his cock briefly to allow him to breathe and then thrusted back in. Dimitri was sobbing over the thick cock, covering it in drool and saliva. He reached down to pull out his throbbing cock from his tight shorts but the doctor slapped him across the face.
“When you are serving another man, you will not touch yourself and won’t cum until you are told too. Straight muscle studs aren’t allowed to release when they are serving their superior.”
Dimitri nodded. The drugs had left his mind useless and empty for his new master to reprogram and mold.
Finally Walter pulled Dimitri off his cock, “stand up and turn around.”
Dimitri obeyed. His thick cock was tenting the shorts, wetting the front of them with his pre-cum. Dimitri turned his wide muscular back to Walter. Walter approached him and roughly pulled the shorts down over the large smooth ass. He was pleased that Dimitri wore no underwear under his shorts, exposing the fat, yet firm ass cheeks.
“Good, bend over the countertop and spread your legs,” the shop owner gave the plump ass a hard slap.
Offering no resistance, Dimitri leaned over the glass counter and spread his thick legs.
“Beautiful,” Walter whispered as he stepped up behind his new conquest.
Gripping Dimitri’s bound hands with one hand, Walter aimed his thick cock head at the tight, virgin hole, and pushed into Dimitri. Dimitri let out a loud grunt.
“Just relax your pussy,” Walter ordered as he pushed deeper into the anal canal.
Walter grabbed and wrapped the Russian’s ponytail around a wrist, while still holding a grip on the handcuffs. Dimitri closed his eyes in pain as the cock stretched him open. Walter eased out and thrusted hard back in, causing Dimitri to groan over the gag. Slowly the pain faded as his anal muscle grew accustomed to the thickness inside him. As the pain faded it was replaced with pleasure as Walter pounded his prostate. He remained face down, moaning as his hole was rammed over and over. A part of his mind was humiliated as being treated like a bitch by another man, but most of his mind and cock was so aroused that all resistance was futile. His eyes were rolled back into his head as he let out long, deep moans.
“That’s a good boy. Feel only pleasure when a man fuck you. You are nothing but a fuck toy for real men,” Walter pounded in and out of his newest slave breaking and retraining Dimitri. “When I let you cum, it will be the most intense orgasm you ever had. All of your alpha persona will be fucked right out of you.”
“Please, let me cum,” Dimitri moaned.
“Good boy, cum for me,” Walter pushed all the way into Dimitri and paused.
Without touching his thick Russian cock, Dimitri cried out as he had the biggest orgasm in his life. His entire body spasmed and jerked in waves as he shot onto the glass countertop. His ass muscle clamped down on the doctor’s cock and milked Walter’s cock until he came deep inside of Dimitri. After Walter finished cumming deep inside of his new Slavic slave, the shopkeeper pulling out.
“Lick your cum off the countertop,” Walter ordered as he slapped the right ass cheek.
Dimitri didn’t protest as he obeyed. After Dimitri had licked the glass countertop clean, Walter picked up a leather collar with a needle fixed into the inside of the collar. He fastened the collar around the thick muscular neck and inserted the needle into the base of the neck. The needle began to inject more drugs into Dimitri, keeping him docil. Then Walter took a steel cock cage and a large, thick butt plug. Unable to protest, Dimitri remained submissive as his spent cock was locked up, and pushed a butt plug into his ruined hole. Walter then moved over to an assortment of leather and jockstraps to decide what to dress Dimitri in. He chose a leather jockstrap. He then uncuffed Dimitri and secured his huge arms and thick legs to a heavy x-shape cross. The muscle bound Russian looked irresistible chained to the x cross. He had just finished securing his new living mannequin, when the sound of the sensor alerted Walter that he had a new customer.
2022-02-11 13:43:11 +0000 UTC
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Neighbor’s barbecue
“David I’m so glad you came,” Shannon greeted me warmly as I entered my neighbor’s backyard.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “You look like you are about to deliver any day,” I stepped back and looked at Shannon’s pregnant stomach.
“Still due in a few weeks, but I think she is like her father, always impatient,” Shannon laughed as she rubbed her stomach. “It would be nice to have a girl around with all the boys. Doug is grilling, as usual. I’m sure he will be glad to see you,” she then went off to greet the other neighbors or run after her sons.
Shannon and Doug were the most popular couple in the neighborhood. They were attractive and friendly, always willing to help their neighbors and threw great barbecues. I had no problem finding Doug. He was by the grill cooking, being the stereotypical straight suburban male. I picked up a beer as I approached him, but my eyes went straight for his ass. He was wearing a pair of tight black joggers that hugged his round muscular ass and thick, powerful thighs. I took a sip of the beer and thought, how lucky Shannon was.
“How it going,” I patted Doug on the back of his muscular shoulder.
“David, I’m glad you made it,” he turned and smiled.
“What you're cooking, it looks pretty good,” I leaned close to look over his shoulders.
His arms were stretching the long sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing.
“A little bit of everything, dogs, burgers, even steak,” he laughed as he flipped the burgers.
I whispered low, “it is not the only thing that looked good.”
My hand brushed against his ass causing him to look around to make sure no one saw us.
“You know I have some bottles of French reds that would be great with those steaks,” I smiled.
Doug turned toward me, “wine does sound pretty good.” He then called out to his brother in law, “Brad, will you watch the grill while I help Dave get some wine.”
“You trust someone else with the grill,” Brad called back laughing.
As we walked from his yard to mine, he stopped and kissed his wife, “we be back.”
As soon as I let him into my house, I couldn’t resist grabbing his hot bubble ass. It felt so firm and tight as I groped him causing him to breathe heavily. I kissed the back of his thick neck while my hands pushed down into his tight sweatpants, pushing them down over his plump bubble ass.
The first time I saw Doug I knew I wanted to fuck him. Doug and Shannon came to my door to introduce themselves the first day they moved into the house next door to me several years ago. They were freshly married, both attractive. He was a deputy sheriff with dreams of one day running for sheriff. His muscular body filled out the tight t-shirt nicely, and his grip was strong as he took my hand to introduce himself. I practically was drooling when they turned to leave and I caught a glimpse of his big ass in his shorts.
The following weekend I was awakened early to the sound of a mower. When I went to investigate, I found Doug riding his riding mower over both of our yards. He was shirtless and wearing only a pair of short military issued silkies shorts. He apologized for waking me but I ended up thanking him for cutting my yawn.
“It is the neighborly thing to do,” he replied with his bright white smile.
His beefy, shredded torso and massive legs were covered in sweat from the bright sun. The sweat glistened off his hard thick muscles. I then invited him inside for a beer. After several beers, and a glass or two of wine, I had the macho married deputy sheriff on his back with those sexy legs in the air, while I plowed his sweet virgin manpussy. The tough stud was crying, begging me to stop as I pounded in and out of his tight hole. With his large muscles and his training in law enforcement he could easily push me off of him. His mind might want me to stop but his cock was rock hard as I rammed his prostate. It was slapping against this stomach and jerking as my cock slammed in and out of him. He eventually came without touching himself, sending cum flying in the air and landing on his big pecs and handsome, masculine face. I then made him clean my cock and then sent him on his way.
That was several years ago. Now he was the father of three boys, and a daughter on the way. I still fuck him once a week either at my house or his. I even fucked him in the bed he shares with and fucks his wife in. He had a secret double life. One he was the straight alpha male deputy sheriff, the loving husband and father, always in control and in charge. Then the other where he loves to be fucked hard and rough and loves to be dominated by another man. The harder I fuck him, the more and harder he cums.
Doug was now bent over my kitchen countertop with his joggers peeled down to his knees, in only his tight black briefs. I stepped back and gave the right ass cheek a hard slap, causing him to jump and grip the marble countertop with his fists. I then slap the left cheek, making him moan loud. After working each cheek a few times, I then grabbed hold of his briefs and roughly pulled them down. His cock swung free, slapping against the counter. I always loved how smooth and flawless his ass looks. Each cheek was big, round, and smooth. I raised my hand again and brought it down hard against the bare right ass cheek. He groaned loud, making me harder and more turned on. I spanked him over and over, hearing him whimpering. My free hand reached between his thick thighs and gripped his rock hard cock, pulling it back between his legs.
“You like that don’t you. You like being spanked like a little bitch boy,” I know he gets off on being humiliated.
“Please, just fuck him,” he moaned. His voice was deep and masculine.
“What if your wife sees her big macho husband getting used like a bitch? What would Shannon say,” I slapped him again with one hand and squeezed his cock and balls with my other.
“I need you to fuck me,” he turned his head as he pressed it flat on the countertop.
I let go of his cock, letting it slap back like a slingshot against the counter. I then opened my pants and pulled out my hard cock.
“Spread your ass cheeks, show me your manpussy,” I ordered as I gripped my cock and slapped it against his ass.
Doug reached his large hands around and spread his fat, yet firm cheeks, exposing his tiny hole. Once exposed it flexed and winked at me, begging me to plow him. I then split on my cock and aimed it between his large cheeks at his tight hole. Gripping his hips, I grunted as I pushed into him.
“Fffuck,” Doug moaned as I pushed into him.
Once I got him stretched, I pulled half way out and thrusted back into him, harder. I began to move in and out of him, driving him into the marble countertop.
“Fffuck, feel so good,” his moans were deep.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up while still slamming in and out of him. He then began to push back, wanting more, while grunting as he let his animal instincts take over. His cock began to ooze as it slapped against the counter. I was in heaven as I felt his ass muscles working around my cock, trying to milk it. He wanted my seed so badly and knew we had little time before his wife started to wonder what taking him so long to return. I held a fist full of his hair with one hand and his shoulders with another as I rammed in and out of him. The sounds of my body slamming against his muscular ass and his grunts and moans were filling my kitchen. I moved my hand from his shoulders and reached under him, gripping his cock tightly to squeeze and jerked it.
“Fffuck, I’m going to cum,” he cried out. His deep voice cracking.
“Cum for me, baby,” I pressed against him and whispered into his ear.
My tongue licking his earlobe and biting it while I thrusted my cock all the way into him, and then pause inside him,
“Fffuck, aw, ahh, shit,” his body jerked and spasmed as his cock throbbed in my hand.
“Fffuck,” Doug cried as his cock exploded over the counter, the floor, and his tree trunk legs.
As he came, his ass muscles spasmed around my cock, milking it. I wrapped my hands around his thick neck as I was gripped by the vice-like muscles.
“That’s it, baby,” I moaned as I came deep inside him.
We both laid on the countertop for several minutes recovering, my cock still deep inside him and my body laying on top of his wide back. I eventually pulled out of him. As I pulled out my cock made a popping sound. He groaned at the emptiness in his stretched manpussy. I then pulled him by his hair off the countertop and then down onto his knees.
“Lick my cock clean,” I slapped my cock against his face.
The masculine Doug looked up at me with his brown eyes and obediently began to lick my cock clean. After I was satisfied he cleaned it enough finally pulled the muscle stud onto his feet and helped him pull his briefs and tight black joggers up his massive legs and over huge ass. We then got two wine crates from my wine cellar and carried them back over to the party. I smiled to myself as I watched his ass walking in front of me, knowing that my cum was deep inside his hole, leaking out.
“Where have you been honey,” Shannon greeted Doug with a kiss on the cheek and went through the wine in the crates. “David you did very well,” she was impressed with the selection.
“Yes, he did very well,” Doug smiled and winked at me.
2022-02-09 00:52:32 +0000 UTC
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ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION-JESSIE PART TWO
“Tell me again how much I’m making,” Jessie smiled as he watched himself in the mirror in his tiny wrestling briefs and knee high wrestling boots.
“$500,000.00,” Jimmy replied as he oiled up Jessie’s wide back.
“Half a million,” Jessie repleted as he stared in the mirror, with dollar signs in his eyes.
Jimmy towered over Jessie as he rubbed the oil into his wide, mountious shoulders. Even though he was 6’5 compared to Jessie’s 5’10”, he was fat and out of shape. Feeling those huge muscles under his hands was turning Jimmy on. His hands moved lower over the v-shape, shredded back down to the narrow waist and plump, muscular ass. The black and gold wrestling briefs were stretched over the massive ass cheeks. Fearing that his hardon in his suit’s pants would be discovered, Jimmy stopped and moved over to the table.
“Man, I even got my own dressing room,” Jessie said dreamingly as he looked around the small, yet private dressing room. “But I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to practice the choreography with my opponent before the match.”
“The producers said they want it to be as realistic as possible,” Jimmy replied. Jimmy opened a small black box, and turned toward Jessie, “you want an extra boost.”
“Before the match,” Jessie asked.
“Trust me,” Jimmy pulled out the syringe and filled it from the small vial.
Jimmy then peeled Jessie’s spandex briefs up to expose the meaty right ass cheek. Jessie leaned forward as Jimmy pushed the syringe into the fat, yet firm cheek. He took his time, admiring the smooth, flawless ass as he injected what Jessie believed to be steroids.
“WELCOME TO ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION, TONIGHT’S MATCH IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY ALPHA-B ENERGY DRINKS AND SKINTRADE GYM. GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME TO THE RING, THE STAR OF REALITY TELEVISION’S BIG BROTHER AND CHAMPION OF THE OHIO VALLEY WRESTLING, MR. PEC-TACULAR, JESSIE GODDERZ!
Jessie felt so pumped as he stepped out on stage to the loud thunderous applause and the bright flashing spotlights. He loved the cheers and admiration of the fans as he made his way down the ramp toward the ring. By the time he got to the ring and climbed in he felt the stirring of his cock inside the tight wrestling briefs. The adoring fans were making him so hard and horny. He couldn’t stop himself from adjusting his cock in front of the audience. However, it seems to make them cheer louder. Although audiences of pro-wrestling events were always majority men, however, as Jessie quickly scanned the audience, he didn’t see a single female in the auditorium.
“MR. PEC-TACULAR WILL BE FACING OUR VERY OWN JIMMY THE FRIG.”
The audience cheered louder as the spotlight shines on the stage once again, as Jimmy stepped out on the stage. Jessie stood in disbelief and raised his left eyebrow in astonishment as his own agent came down the stage in his full three piece suit. Jimmy couldn’t even get through the ropes of the ring.
Jessie burst out laughing, “is this a joke? You gotta be kidding me. Jimmy?”
“Gentlemen,” the referee called both men to the center of the ring. “This is a winner take all match. The only rule is that there are no rules. Now, fight!”
The referee stepped out of the way. The well trained and experienced Jessie found himself slow and sluggish as the drug Jimmy injected into his buttocks course through his body. His cock was rock hard and his mind felt slow and relaxed making it hard to think quickly. Jimmy took him off guard and delivered a punch to Jessie’s chisel abs causing Jessie to double over at the impact. Jessie quickly tried to recover and attempted to deliver a flying kick from his powerful legs. Instead of landing the kick on Jimmy’s fat chest, the giant stepped aside and Jessie landed face down on the mat causing the entire ring to bounce. Jessie had landed on his hard throbbing cock. It hurt so bad as he gripped it. The audience was cheering. Jimmy came up behind him and grabbed Jessie by the briefs. And with all of his might lifted Jessie to his feet. As he lifted, the briefs wedged deep between the deep valley of Jessie’s ass. His fat ass cheeks were exposed to hundreds, possibly thousands of spectators. It took Jimmy everything he had to throw the bodybuilding wrestler over his shoulders and paraded around the ring. He pulled the briefs closer together exposing more of the smooth ass cheeks. Jessie was kicking and struggling to no avail. Jimmy laughed and gave the ass hanging over his shoulders a hard slap. The audience loved it. They were chanting, “fuck him, fuck him.” Jessie was so hard as his cock was pressed against Jimmy’s fat body. He tried to think and fight, but it was so difficult to focus or control his own body. Jimmy might be big but Jessie’s 220 lbs of muscles were too heavy for him. He dropped Jessie onto the mat. Jessie moaned loud as he bounced on the mat once again. His briefs were wedged so far up that pretty much all of his ass cheeks were exposed. Jessie tried to crawl across the ring toward the ropes, as Jimmy stumbled toward the opposite side. The referee pulled a metal folding chair from outside of the ring and handed it to Jimmy. He was exhausted but Jimmy brought the chair to the center of the ring and sat it up. By then Jessie had pulled himself up by the ropes. He barely noticed the individual standing outside of the ring before a fine powder was blown into his face. Jessie staggered and stumbled away. His mind was spinning as the laughter and cheers of the audience became deafening. While Jessie rubbed his eyes and tried to breath and cough out the dust, Jimmy had removed his leather belt. Even before Jessie’s eyes were cleared enough to see and he stopped coughing, Jimmy once more grabbed Jessie by his briefs and dragged him over to the metal chair.
“Please, stop, please,” Jessie cried as Jimmy took a seat in the chair while pulling the briefs high up his waist.
Jimmy then pulled the muscle bound stud over his lap. He could feel Jessie’s trapped, painfully hard cock against his lap.
“You've been a bad boy Mr. Pec-Tacular,” Jimmy yelled for everyone to hear.
There were more cheers.
“Please, no, I’m sorry,” Jessie cried out.
Jimmy then lifted the belt and brought it down hard on Jessie’s fat but firm, exposed right ass cheeks.
“Fffuck, agh,” Jessie kicked his powerful legs out.
He tried to pull away but Jimmy was holding him by the spandex briefs. More he struggled the harder it pulled against this cock and balls. Jimmy raised his hands again and brought the belt down hard again on the left cheek. With all of his might Jessie pulled away from Jimmy’s lap. The rip was loud and even drowned out the cheers, as the briefs gave out. Jessie balls felt like they were crushed by the spandex material being stretched like a sling over them, before they gave away. He grabbed his cock and balls to both protect and hide them from the audience. He walked on his knees toward the ropes to escape.
“Stop, little boy,” Jimmy's voice was loud and commanding and Jessie found himself stopping.
“Get over here, boy,” Jimmy yelled again.
All of a sudden, Jessie found himself unable to resist Jimmy. He found himself crawling back to his agent. He didn’t protest as Jimmy put his belt around Jessie’s thick neck and tightened it as a collar. Jimmy led Jessie back to the chair like a dog. Jimmy sat down and opened his pants.
“Suck it boy,” Jimmy pulled out his hard cock and then gripped Jessie by the hair.
Jessie couldn’t think or resist as he took it into his mouth and began to suck it. His own cock was rock hard and leaking on the mat as he worshipped his agent’s cock before an audience of thousands. Jessie’s vacant eyes staring up at Jimmy.
“That’s a good bitch, get it nice and lubed with your drool,” Jimmy slapped his cock over Jessie’s handsome face.
Jessie could only obey. Finally Jimmy pulled him off his cock and pushed the bodybuilder face down on the mat, with his big bare, fat ass cheeks in the air. The audience was going wild, cheering, “fuck him, fuck him.”
Jessie let out a loud painful groan as Jimmy rammed his cock into his tight virgin hole. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jimmy pounded his prostate over and over. The initial pain quickly faded and was replaced with unbelievable pleasure. As for Jimmy he was in pure heaven as he finally fuck the stud of his dream. Jessie's ass felt better than he could imagine. Everytime he thrusted into Jessie’s manpussy, Jessie pushed back for more. Jessie was a natural bottom, Jimmy smirked. The louder the audience cheered, the more aroused and the more Jessie flexed his ass muscles around Jimmy’s cock, until, to the cheers of the audience, Jessie came hard and long on to the mat.
Later that night, in the luxury hotel suite provided by the UFW, Jimmy looked up at Jessie as the wrestler impaled himself on the agent’s cock. Jimmy ran his hands up the thick, smooth thighs, admiring how beautiful and powerful they were. Jessie was still his cocky self though as he rode the thick cock. He flexed his massive arms and even turned his head to kiss each of his own large, hard biceps. Jimmy reached his hands up and cupped the oversized pecs, squeezing and groping them. Jessie in return began to bounce them, making them dance and rippled like waves, against his new master’s hands. As he flexed, his ass muscle tightened around his agent’s cock. Jimmy stroked his hands down the sweaty, smooth body to Jessie’s short, throbbing cock. He smiled up to the arrogant stud as he wrapped his fist around the cock.
Jessie began to whimper, “please let me cum!”
“Cum for me,” Jimmy smiled as he pumped the leaking cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Jessie cried as his cock exploded.
The thick cum ran down Jimmy’s fist. When Jessie wasn’t able to cum anymore, Jimmy let go of his cock. He then began to rub the cum over Jessie’s hard thick muscles.
2022-02-07 21:15:02 +0000 UTC
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ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION-JESSIE
Jessie Godderz, or as his fans know him Mr. Pec-Tacular, was cocky and even arrogant. He loves showing off his body, bounding his oversized pecs. Jessie started his entertainment career in reality television and when his acting career didn’t take off he went into pro-wrestling. He briefly got on the big stage but despite his ego, also more likely due to his ego, he soon returned to small-time wrestling. It didn’t deflate his ego though. The only thing bigger than his oversized pecs is his oversized ego, and possibly his oversized ass.
“I need to get out of this small town rode show and get back to the big time,” Jessie was complaining to his agent as he pulled off his wrestling boots and knee pads. “I don’t even get a damn private dressing” as he looked around the locker room.
The wrestling regional group was performing at a small town school in West Virginia. The wrestlers were all using the same school locker room to prepare for their matches. There were four other wrestlers changing in the locker room while Jessie was talking to his agent.
“I’m the champion and still don’t have a private room,” Jessie lifted his champion belt and held it in the area, causing some grumbling and eye rolls from the other half naked wrestlers.
Jessie turned his wide back toward his older agent as he sat the belt down and continued to undress.
“Well Jessie we did have the contract with TNT,” the weasel looking agent tried not to be too obvious as he watched Jessie peel down the black wrestling briefs over his large smooth ass cheeks, revealing the tiny g-string.
“They were jealous of me, they didn’t want me to upstage their stars,” Jessie boosted as he bent over peeling the briefs down his thick legs.
The agent couldn’t help but to look down at Jessie’s tight hole peeking out from the thin g-string, as the wrestler lifted each leg to peel the briefs over his feet. The tight little hole was as smooth as the rest of Jessie and appeared to wink toward the older man. He has been lusting after the arrogant Jessie for so long. The agent had found Jessie when he was a struggling bodybuilder at a small local competition. He got Jessie into modeling, modeling underwear, and then reality television. Over the years he grew to find Jessie’s cockiness to be annoying but his body was so hot and sexy, especially seeing it in all it nude glory. Jessie peeled off the tiny g-string and began to flex and pose his huge muscles in the wall mirror of the locker room. He was so into himself that his short, fat cock grew hard. Jessie’s cock swayed between his massive thighs. It looked small against the big smooth legs. He wasn’t paying the agent any attention as the agent watched the smooth, flawless ass flexing in front of him. Jessie finally pulled his own eyes away from his own gorgeous body, catching his agent staring.
“keep dreaming Jimmy,” Jessie laughed
The agent lifted his eyes from the beautiful ass and turned red in embarrassment.
“I was just thinking. We might be able to get you signed with Ultimate Wrestling federation,” the agent tried to think fast.
“I’m just teasing you, Jimmy. Why didn’t you mention this UWF earlier,” Jessie clapped his right hand on Jimmy’s smaller, narrow shoulders.
“I’m still trying to work out the details. I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it didn’t come to bear,” Jimmy replied.
“I haven’t seen much of this new wrestling federation but I had heard they were stealing a lot of big names. Keep up the good work, maybe get me a signing bonus. I have to shower, I got a big date,” Jessie slapped the agent’s shoulder and walked naked toward the showers.
Jimmy's eyes followed the beefy ass cheeks. He then pulled out his cellphone and made a call while heading out of the locker room.
“Yes, this is Jimmy. I decided to take you up on your offer. I can deliver Godderz, but I want in on taking him down.
Jimmy was about to leave when he spotted a new amateur wrestler smiling at him. The athlete’s body was lean and tight, with long unruly hair draping his god-like shoulders . The small leopard pattern wrestling briefs showed an impressive bulge, and a nice, compact round ass. Jimmy knew the look the long hair stud was giving him. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Jimmy approached the wrestler and boldly stroked the athlete’s smooth flawless pecs and chisel 8 pack. The wrestler smiled. Jimmy then took his hand and led him into a janitor closet just outside the locker room. He soon had the sexy wrestler on his knees, with the agent’s thick cock down his throat. Jimmy gripped the long curly hair as he took his sexual frustration out on the younger man. The pro-wrestler’s head was bobbing on and off his cock. The athlete reached down and pulled out his own cock to stroke it while deep throating the agent’s cock. The younger wrestler’s cock was bigger than Jessie’s. The mouth felt so good causing Jimmy to moan and fuck the sexy mouth harder. He held the wrestler’s head tight as he pushed as far down the boy’s throat as possible. He grunted and came.
(To be continued)
2022-02-06 02:29:56 +0000 UTC
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The Bicycle Cop
It was a slow day in the office so Dr. Davis Sloan spent most of the morning taking pleasure with his muscle bound secretary Martin. The dumb himbo stud was laying on the couch with his thick legs in the air. Sloan reached down and ripped the baby blue sateen shirt open, sending buttons flying. He grabbed hold of the big beefy pecs while slamming in and out of Martin’s manpussy. Martin was moaning loud and working his incredible ass muscles around the doctor’s cock. His own thick cock was slapping against his steroid bloated 8 pack, oozing pre-cum. The doctor joked once to the dumb muscle stud that his pre-cum was his brain cells leaking out of him. Sloan almost felt sorry for Martin, who actually believed it. Although in college the star jock was at the top of his class, now however Martin actually doesn’t do much thinking anymore. The doctor does all the thinking for him. All Martin had to do was workout, answer the phone and greet clients, and pleasure the doctor and his friends. With one huge muscular leg on the doctor’s shoulder, Martin wrapped his other thick leg around the doctor, pulling the older man deeper into him. The doctor turned his head and kissed and licked the smooth massive calf muscles of the leg that hung on his shoulder. Martin’s body was completely smooth from the neck down, showing off every ripped, hard, huge muscle. The doctor told him that himbos doesn’t need body hair. Only real men and masters have body hair. Sloan’s hands pressed down on the huge slabs of pecs as he rammed in and out of Martin’s muscle pussy. In return, Martin flexed his pecs, making them dance against the doctor’s hands. At the same time, he was working his anal muscles around the doctor’s cock. Over the past year of training, Martin became an expert in milking a cock with his powerful ass muscles. The doctor pushed all the way into Martin’s ass and grunted loud.
“Cum in me, master,” Martin threw his head back and howled as he felt the doctor’s seed flooding him.
Later Dr. Sloan sent Martin to his tailor to get a new shirt and instructed him to make sure he “tip” the tailor very well. The doctor then decided to go and get a chai tea from his favorite bookstore/ coffee shop down the street from his office.
The handsome younger man at the coffee counter gave him a warm friendly smile, “the usual doctor.”
“Yes, Kevin,” the doctor replied as he returned the younger man’s smile.
He couldn’t resist admiring the 6’2 stud as he turned around to prepare the doctor’s tea. The apron, tied around Kevin’s lean waist, seemed to highlight the round ass in the boy’s tight jeans. His shoulders were broad and tapered down to a narrow waist. To top it off, Kevin’s unruly brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The doctor remembered the last time he fuck the barista in the back room of the bookstore. The muscular kid was wearing only the apron. His jeans and boxer briefs were down around his ankles and his t-shirt thrown on the floor. The doctor was grabbing hold of Kevin’s long hair as he plowed that sweet virgin ass.
“Here your drink and danish, sir,” Kevin’s masculine deep voice woke him from his memories.
“Oh, thank you, Kevin,” the doctor returned Kevin’s smile as he took the tea and cream cheese danish, and paid for it.
“No problem doc,” Kevin winked at the older man and discreetly eased his apron aside revealing the hard bulge in his jeans.
The doctor was about to make a suggestion for a brief spin in the storage room when he noticed two police officers, a man and woman, approaching the coffee counter to order. Instead, the doctor smiled at Kevin and went to his favorite spot in the store. The small corner table, with a high back chair, stood by the store window facing the street. It offered the doctor a great view of both the sidewalk outside and much of the interior of the store. The doctor then settled down to slip his tea and began to read a book from his favorite author. It wasn’t long before his attention was drawn to the window. A bicycle police officer rode his bike onto the sidewalk and parked it in front of the window. The city only recently implemented a bike patrol on warm days to great success. The doctor watched the police officer swing his legs over the bike. It was obvious that the police officer spent a lot of time bicycling. Although the uniform shorts were not spandex bike shorts, they still cling to his massive, well developed legs. The lighty hairy quads of his legs were well defined. As he bent over to secure his bike, his muscular bubble of an ass was facing directly at the doctor. Dr. Sloan watched as the police officer then walked to the front entrance to the bookstore. When the beauty entered the coffee shop area of the bookstore, he waved to his two fellow police officers whom he was obviously joining. Sloan watched the bike patrolmen order a coffee and a sandwich from Kevin. The police officer's arms were thick and strong as he removed his bike helmet and sunglasses revealing his high and tight cut blonde hair and deep blue eyes. As the doctor took in those powerful legs and muscular ass again he knew he had to have him.
When he got his order the police officer joined the other two officers at their table. His wide back was facing the doctor as he sat down. The bulletproof vest under his tight uniform shirt did nothing to obscure the width of his upper back and it’s obvious v shape. The chair had no lower back to hide the cop’s perfect ass, in fact it looked like it pushed the ass out for the doctor to better view and enjoy it. He slipped his tea and admired the muscular bicycle cop for several minutes. Dr. Sloan’s luck seemed to be favored today when the other two police officers told the bicycle officer they had to get on shift. They stood and bid him goodbye. The doctor heard the bike patrolman tell them he still had several more minutes and told them to have a safe shift.
A few minutes later the police officer finished his coffee and sandwich, and stood up. Dr. Sloan knew he had to act fast. He followed the patrolman out the shop to the bicycle. He waited until the police officer put his helmet and sunglasses back on and bent over to unlock the bike chain.
“Excuse me officer,” Dr. Sloan approached him and touched the back of the cop’s thick neck.
The needle from his ring went deep into the back of the police officer’s neck. The bike cop stood up but his eyes quickly grew grazed and unfocused. All thought and concern faded from the police officer’s mind.
“Just relax,” the doctor whispered as the muscular cop leaned against his bike.
The doctor noticed the name tag reads “J. Wilson“
“Officer Wilson, You are going to do whatever I tell you. The more you obey the more aroused and turn on you will be. Understand.”
“Yes, sir,” Wilson responded.
“I want you to ride your bike to the alley behind the bookstore and get on your knees to wait for me,” the doctor stroked Wilson’s thick, muscular right arm. The forearms were ripped and smooth.
The doctor watched the police officer mount his bike and pedal toward the alley. The doctor then took his time walking down the street toward the alley. He found Wilson on his bare knees in the dirty alley. Dr. Sloan approached Officer Wilson and lifted the police officer’s head to look up at him. Officer Wilson looked up at him through the sunglasses.
“Suck my cock, Officer,” the doctor gently stroked the police officer’s thick neck.
With no resistance, Officer Wilson reached out and unzipped the doctor’s expensive designer pants. The doctor then guided Wilson’s mouth down onto his cock. The police officer began to instantly gag on the thick cock but was unable to stop himself from obeying. The doctor smiled as he gripped the helmet to guid Wilson on and off his cock. It was obvious that the straight police officer never sucked a cock before. Dr. Sloan loved the sound of a straight man sucking his first cock. Officer Wilson was coating the cock with his drool and saliva as he struggled to breath. Finally the doctor pulled him off his cock and ordered the obedient bicycle cop to stand up and turn around.
Dr. Sloan admired the muscular round ass as it stood in front of him, the gun belt laying seductively on his masculine hips. He then reached around Officer Wilson and lifted the gunbelt before unzipped the uniform shorts. The doctor was pleased as he pulled down the shorts and found the police officer was wearing a jockstrap under his uniform.
“Beautiful,” the doctor whispered as he began to knead and squeezed the firm ass cheeks.
It was obvious that Office Wilson spent a lot of work on developing his powerful legs and round, hard muscular ass. Hours of bike riding and gym workouts created a true work of art. The doctor spread the firm ass cheeks and revealed the tight rosebud entrance. The doctor then leaned in, pressing his thick cock head between the beautiful ass cheeks. He whispered into the cop’s ear, “relaxed your anal muscles. You will feel only pleasure.”
Officer Wilson braced himself against the stone wall of the alley and let out a loud, deep groan as he took the doctor’s cock up his virgin cop hole. His eyes rolled back into his head as the thick cock rammed against his prostate. The doctor eased out and thrusted back in, driving deeper into the muscular cop. Officer Wilson’s cock was trapped inside the tight jockstrap begging to be freed and to cum. A small part of his straight brain was fighting but it was being overridden by the pure animal lust as he pushed his ass backwards, begging for more. The straight cop couldn’t hold out for long. His cock was throbbing and finally began to cum inside the tight jock pouch. He came so hard that the cum leaked from the jockstrap and ran down his muscular thighs. His ass muscles spasmed around the doctor’s cock, causing Sloan to cum deep into the cop’s ass.
2022-02-02 17:24:32 +0000 UTC
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Connor McGregor
Connor McGregor’s family was enjoying themselves at the exclusive resort in Ibiza on an all expenses paid vacation. While his kids were enjoying the fun filled annuities of the resort, his wife was wine and dined. Connor and his wife sit at a large table with several rich and powerful contacts. He was hoping to promote his fighting future and expand his growing business interests, including the successful Proper 12 whisky brand. His wife looked so beautiful in the expensive designer dress, he thought as he kissed her hand. The dress and his own black silk shirt were gifts from his rich fan. He was laughing and talking to her, enjoying the dinner when he felt a hand touching his thighs under the table. The tough fighter, famous for his anger and short temperament, didn’t make a scene. Connor kissed his wife and excused himself from the table.
Connor McGregor and his family were invited to Ibiza by a rich and powerful fan and so far his family was enjoying it. However, Connor knew the real reason they were invited to the resort. He had learned quickly that there was no one above or out of reach for the Cartel. The benefactor of the all expense paid family vacation was a member of the secretive Cartel board. The loss of his last fight almost ruined him financially and personally. He had made some foolish choices when it came to the fight and a lot of powerful people wanted to be repaid. That's when Renault came to the rescue. The billionaire bailed Connor out. At the time Connor had no idea that his benefactor was a member of the board of the most powerful and secretive organizations in the world. To everyone and eventually Connor, Renault made it clear that the former champion MMA fighter was under the Cartel’s protection and therefore, untouchable. Connor soon realized that that meant he was a piece of property of the Cartel.
Connor stood in front of the restroom’s mirror adjusting the black, silk $1,000 shirt. It hugged his tight, compact body perfectly. The restroom door opened and Mr, Renault entered. He turned and singled the two muscle bound Russian bodyguards to stand guard outside the restroom. The heavyset man then stood behind Connor and dusted a stay piece of hair from the famous fighter’s muscular shoulders.
“You look very nice tonight,” the older man whispered into Connor’s ears, his hand moved down the fighter’s back. “The silk feels very good against the hardness of your body.”
Connor felt disgusted but knew better than to resist the powerful pervert’s advances. The last time he refused an advance from Renault, his trainer was paid to injure his ankle the night before his last fight, to insure that it would break during his biggest fight and ruined his fighting career. Connor might be the highest paid athlete in the world but his wealth nor power was nowhere near that of Mr. Renault and the Cartel’s.
Renault hand kept moving lower until he gripped Connor’s tight compact ass through the black designer jeans. The older man smiled at Connor through the mirror and reached around the narrow waist. His fat fingers then stroked the fighter’s crotch, tracing the impressive bulge. Connor was humiliated not only that he was being groped by another man, but his own cock was betraying him. He had felt Renault’s large bulge pressing against his ass through both of their clothes. Connor remember the first time he was fucked by the billionaire and was turned into the older man’s bitch. With his broken leg and the drugs that kept him docile he was no match to fight back. However, to Connor mind it was no excused to the fact that his own body actually enjoyed being dominated and fucked like some slut bitch. Connor stood there, straight, his chest open, trying to gather all the attitude and cockiness he had left as Renault fobbed with his belt and the tight jeans. He felt the older man’s breath on the back of his neck as his zipper was pulled down and Connor's impressive cock popped free. It was hard and leaking as Renault wrapped his fist around it.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Renault whispered into Connor’s ear, licking the earlobe. “Pull your pants down.”
A part of Connor wanted to punch the pervert, but he knows better. Renault’s two muscle bound, former Russian special forces bodyguards were waiting outside of the door. Renault had once boasted to Connor that he had personally picked them while visiting a Russian base. After he arranged their capture, he personally supervised their training into completely loyal and obedient bodyguards. At one order, or if Renault was unable to respond, the well trained bodyguards wouldn’t hesitate to kill Connor. Connor was tough and street smart, he grew up knowing what he had to do to survive. Connor had grown up on the tough streets of Dublin and he knew criminal and mob types but they all pale in comparison to the Cartel. The most organized criminal organizations, the mafia or drug cartels, hide in the Cartel’s shadow. He couldn’t have the Cartel as an enemy. He rather be alive as it’s slave then dead as it’s enemy.
Connor knew what Renault likes. He bent forward as he peeled the tight jeans down his muscular legs, pushing his ass backwards against Renault’s hard crotch. Renault likes cocky studs, the more arrogant they are the more turned they made him. Connor willed himself to stand straight and push out his chest, regaining some of his cockiness. He even smirked at the older man through the mirror. Connor wore no underwear under his pants and his impressive cock was pointing out from under the shirt. His bare ass was pressed against Renault’s full crotch, as the long shirt tail draped over the top curvature of the smooth bubble. Renault ran his hands up the fighter’s tight body, feeling the soft material against Connor’s muscles. When his fat hands reached the top button, he slowly began to undo each shirt button taking his time to reveal the tattooed pecs and chisel abs. He pulled the silk shirt off Connor’s shoulders and down his long arms. Connor looked at his naked chisel body in the mirror. He had always been proud of his body, it was the body of a warrior. He is also proud of his cock. He always bagged about its size. Now however, he was humiliated by his body and his cock. He was naked, with a raging hardon in a public restroom before a fully dressed overweight man.
“Beautiful,” Renault whispered.
Renault reached around Connor McGregor’s lean, tight body toward the marble countertop. He reached under the elegant soap dispenser and coated his fingers. Renault then spread Connor’s tight, firm ass cheeks, revealing his man pussy. Connor gripped the countertop as he felt one of Renault’s fat fingers stroking and teasing his hole.
“I forgot how tight you are,” Renault laughed as he pushed hard, pushing his finger into the hole.
Connor gritted his teeth, wasn’t going to give the older man the pleasure to hear him moan. Renault was stroking his insides, lubing and stretching him open. Connor grunted despite himself, as Renault squeezed in a second finger. He is Connor McGregor, the greatest MMA fighter of all time, he told himself. He was no one's bitch. However, there he was, gripping the marble countertop and his cock was rock hard, throbbing from being finger fucked by another man.
Finally Renault pulled his fingers out of Connor’s stretched hole. He gave Connor’s perfect ass a slap, “lift your left leg on the countertop, open that hot Irish manpussy.”
Connor found himself obeying, lifting his muscular leg onto the countertop, spreading his powerful ass cheeks.
“That’s a good slut,” Renault laughed as he grabbed hold of Connor’s waist and roughly pushed his cock into the open hole.
Connor closed his eyes and grunted as he felt the cock pushed deep into him. His cock was jerking and bouncing. Renault eased out and thrusted back into the champion fighter's hole. His thick cock was pounding Connor’s prostate over and over, hard. Each time the billionaire pulled out he slammed back in harder and deeper.
The arrogant, tough fighter was whimpering and moaning as the cock pounded him. Finally Connor couldn’t hold out, without touching himself he came hard. His cum shot onto the mirror, covering it. His cum ran down in long thick lines.
2022-02-01 02:05:38 +0000 UTC
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STUDFINDR-Carlos
Gary and Hal wanted to spice up their relationship. They were both versatile and were both open to sharing with another guy occasionally. They were also both into muscular, masculine bodybuilder types. They lust after a big stud at the gym and got themselves so turn on by their fantasy that they go home and had hot passionate sex. Gary was the first to hear about the STUDFINDR app.
“The app promises to provide hot muscle studs that might be in our location,” Gary whispered to Hal as they were dressing back into their clothes after their workout.
“Each of those supposedly muscle studs the app promises are straight alpha males that become submissive when the app activates them,” Hal whispered back in disbelief as he pulled his sweater over his head. “Doesn’t sound very realistic.”
Just then Carlos walked into the locker room and pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants. He was sweaty from his intense workout. Both gay men couldn’t help from looking at the big muscle beef. Carlos was one of the hottest guys in the gym. An inspiring bodybuilder and notorious homophobia. He looked at the two out gay men in disgust. Just then the app that they had already installed on their phone beeped. Both men looked at the notification on their phones.
STUDFINDR: A MUSCLE SLAVE IS IN YOUR LOCATION. PLEASE VIEW PROFILE, IF INTERESTED PRESS ACTIVATE.
Gary was the first to hit the view profile and then reached over to get Hal’s attention. Both men couldn’t believe what they saw. It was unmistakably Carlos in the profile pictures. They both have been lusting after the dark hair stud since they joined the gym. They would stare at him while they were on the treadmill and he pumped out the heavy weights and grunting with each rep from across the gym. Now the app is claiming that it can make their mutual dreams come true. Hal, the normally conservative one in the relationship, was the first to hit the activate button.
Carlos heard his phone chimed in the pocket of his hoodie. He bent over, unintentionally giving the two men a view of his full muscular ass in his tight black trunks, and pulled out his phone. The STUDFINDR app was activated. He never remembered installing the app and every time he tried to delete it, it was back on his phone the next day.
STUDFINDR: YOU HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED. YOU WILL SERVE AND OBEY
Carlos' eyes glazed over as he stood emotionally.
“Did it work,” Hal looked at Gary.
“One way to find out,” Gary relied. He turned to Carlos and took a deep breath, “Carlos, come over here and suck our cocks.”
Both men held their breath. Carlos turned around and looked at the two men.
“By your command,” the bodybuilder responded in his deep masculine voice.
Carlos approached Gary and knelt down between the smaller man’s legs. His large hands unzipped Gary’s jeans and pulled out his hard cock. Carlos then took the cock into his mouth. Gary let out a moan as the sexy bodybuilder worked his tongue over his cock. Watching his partner getting sucked by the sexy bodybuilder was turning Hal on. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He started stroking it as he watched Carlos take Gary’s cock all the way into his mouth. Hal stood up and moved beside the sexy, kneeling bodybuilder. With his lips still wrapped around Gary’s cock, Carlos reached his right hand out and gripped Hal’s cock in his fist. Carlos then pulled off of Gary’s cock and swallowed Hal’s. He continued to stroke Gary’s cock while working his mouth and tight throat over Hal’s. Carlos then began to rotate between cocks as he sucked hungrily on each cock. Both Gary and Hal were amazed how good of a cocksucker the macho Carlos was. They had often heard his bravo attitude about never sucking a cock.
Hal pulled Carlos off his cock and held the bodybuilder by the chin to lift his head. Carlos’s eyes were blank and emotionlessly as he looked up at Hal.
“Carlos, I want to fuck your ass. Lift your ass but keep sucking Gary’s cock,” Hal stood up.
Carlos muffled a reply but kept his mouth down on Gary’s cock as he lifted his muscular ass into the air. The black trunk underwear was stretched over his large ass. Hal reached into his gym bag and pulled out a tube of lube. He squeezed a generous amount on his thick cock and started to stroke it. With his free hand, Hal pulled down Carlos’s underwear. Carlos’s ass was a work of art. Thick cords of muscles ran up his large hamstrings and over the firm glutes. Both men had lusted after Carlos every time they saw him doing squats, leg presses, and leg curls. Now they witnessed the results of all the hard work. Carlos’s buttocks were smooth and flawless. Squeezing more lube onto the fingers of his right hand, Hal stroked and teased the tight man hole. Carlos grunted and pushed his ass backwards. The straight bodybuilder was acting more like a cock hungry slut as Hal pushed his finger into Carlos’s manpussy and stroked his insides. Hal was taking his time in loosening and stretching the tight hole. When he finally had squeezed in three fingers and was spreading them, he then removed them. Gary gripped Carlos’s head and pulled it all the way down on his cock as Hal then nested his cock between the deep valley between the plump ass cheeks. He gripped the bodybuilder’s hips and with a grunt pushed into the bodybuilder's hole.
“Damn he's so tight,” Hal moaned. “It feels wonderful.”
Gary watched his husband pushing deeper into Carlos. It was turning him on so much that he started to fuck Carlos’s mouth harder. Hal eased out of the stretched hole and thrusted back in, harder and deeper. Carlos let out muffled groans and moans over Gary’s cock. Hal felt empowered as he dominated the muscle stud. He rammed in and out of Carlos. He reached out and grabbed Gary and pulled him into a kiss. Gary hungrily returned his kiss as Carlos was trapped between them. The big muscular stud was working both his mouth and ass over the men’s cocks. He was acting like he was desperate for their cum. Feeling the tightness of Carlos’s hungry ass and his lover’s intense kiss, it didn’t took Hal long to come deep inside the bodybuilder. Hal pulled out and stumbled back. Gary then pulled out of Carlos’s mouth and moved behind him. The emptiness in Carlos’s ass was short-lived as Gary pushed into his ass, replacing Hal’s cock. With no cock in his mouth, Carlos was grunting with animal lust as his prostate was pounded. Fearing someone would hear them, Hal pushed his cock, which he had just fuck Carlos with, into Carlos’s mouth. The bodybuilder once again began to nurse on the cock while getting pounded from behind. Gary slid in and out of the cum lined anal canal but he still felt ecstasy as the powerful ass muscles gripped and flexed around his cock. It didn’t took Hal long to grew hard once again with Carlos’s talented mouth. Hal and Gary's eyes met and locked on each other. Carlos’s throat and ass muscles were working on both cock. With a deep moan from both married men, they came at the same time. They flooded Carlos from both ends. After they recovered they pulled out of their straight fuck toy and redress to head home. Within minutes of them leaving the locker room, Carlos returned to normal. He had no memories of getting fucked or felt no discomfort.
As Gary and Hal got into their car, they received another notification from the STUDFINDR app:
DID YOU ENJOY WORKOUTSTUD89? WOULD YOU WANT TO USE HIM AGAIN WHEN HE IS IN YOUR LOCATION AGAIN?
Gary and Hal looked at each other and smiled. They replied yes, definitely.
2022-01-31 02:07:53 +0000 UTC
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Alan hate gays. He considers them useless and beneath him. Their own reason for existence is to serve men like himself, alpha males. He would frequent gay bars and apps to find older gay men to con and use. Alan would walk into a gay bar in a tight tank top, showing off his tan, smooth muscles and tats, and flirt with easy prey. He promise them sex in exchange for money and other things he want. Alan would lead the man along for a while. The more he promised and the more he delayed delivering actual sex, the more the man’s gave him. He had got one man to buy him a 70” television, another to pay for his tattoo, even another to buy him a car, and several thousand dollars from another man. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it. Those old men would swoon over his smooth muscles as he flexed them and used his charming smile and sexy eyes. After he get what he want, he would leave the pathetic old gay man or worst. Most of his victims were too embarrassed or scared to go to the police.
One night Alan arrive at a gay dive bar in his white tank top, tight jeans, and boots, looking for a new prey. He had blown through the money he conned out of his last victim and needed a new cuckold to use. He was definitely turning heads, he smirked as he walked to the bar. There were plenty of pathetic prey for him, he thought as he took a seat. It didn’t take the bartender long to bring him a drink.
“From the man at the end of the bar,” the tall, shirtless Latino bartender said as he set down a glass.
Alan turned toward the older man sitting by himself at the end of the bar. The man look desperate, Alan thought as smiled and raised his glass toward the gay man. He stood up and took the glass over to where the man was sitting.
“Thanks for the drink,” Alan put on the charm and his southern accent. “Seat taken?”
“No, have a seat,” the man answered as he looked Alan over, obviously liking what he saw.
This is going to be easy, Alan thought as he sat down. The fag was practically drooling over his crotch, Alan smirked as he took a slip of his drink.
“I’m Craig,” Alan lied about his name as he held out his hand.
“My pleasure Craig, I’m Robert. I haven’t seen you here before,” Robert placed his left hand on Alan’s thigh.
Alan pulled his leg away, “I just moved to town. I broke up with my boyfriend and need new scenery.” Alan then slipped his drink. Definitely top shelf Alan mused as he tasted the whiskey.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Robert replied as he watched Alan vienly forearm as he slipped the drink.
“That ok, my ex is older than me and I kind of fell hard. You know daddy issues” Alan lied again.
“Oh, you like older men,” Robert smiled, encouraged by the charming younger stud.
“Yeah, older men are a lot better, more mature and experienced,” Alan knew he had Robert hooked.
Robert reached out and touched Alan’s arm. Alan had to hide his disgust. He then noticed the expensive Rolex on Robert’s wrist. The watch must be worth a fortune Alan mused.
“You have a great body. You must really workout a lot,” Robert moved his hand up the forearm toward Alan’s tattooed right biceps.
“I try,” Alan smiled and flexed his arm.
“That a beautiful tattoo,” Robert traced the tattoo with his fingers.
“Yeah, an ex paid for it, on our last anniversary,” Alan gave a partial truth. A former mark did indeed pay for the detailed tattoo that ran from his large right bicep up his shoulder and down his right pec.
Alan finished his drink and put the glass down. He then blinked a couple of times as he found his vision was growing burily. He started to feel sleepy and found it hard to think.
“I’m sorry, I . . . Feel funny,” Alan pulled back from the bar. He looked down at the drink and back at Robert who was smiling at him. “Did you put something in my drink,” panic started to set in. “You fagth . . .”
“Now, now Craig or should I say Alan,” Robert laughed
Alan was about to open his mouth but his head slammed against the bar top as he passed out. His muscular arms and legs dangled useless at his side. Robert finished his own drink and then motioned for the bartender.
“Berto, take sleeping beauty here to my office,” Robert stood up from the bar.
The hunky bartender lifted Alan’s out cold body and threw it over his shoulders and carried him to the back offices.
Alan awoke to find himself tied, bent over a bar stool, naked. He tried to scream for help but discovered that his mouth was pushed open by two hooks attached to a leather band secured on the back of his head. He pulled at his restraints only to find that the stool was bolted to the floor. His ankles and wrists were tied to the stool’s legs by the remains of his own clothes. The position he was secured, left his nice, plump ass lifted into the air as his head dangled from the stool.
“Aw, you are a wake,” Robert came up behind Alan and gave his ass a hard slap.
Alan tried to protest and scream but it came out as muffled and incomprehensible.
“You don’t remember me do you? Are you really that dumb,” Robert gave Alan’s ass another slap.
Alan tried to pull at his restraints but to no avail, and tried to plead through the gag.
Robert traced his finger again over the tattooed arm and shoulder, “it still looks good on you. As good as the first day I paid for it.”
Alan closed his eyes. He remembered Robert now, how could he be so stupid, Alan eyes watered. He knew Robert as Daniel. Daniel Roberts was one of his targets. He took the older man for everything he got. Alan made him pay for the tattoo and that night after the tattoo was finished and Daniel Roberts wanted to collect on his promised sex, Alan beat the crap out of him, leaving him for dead.
“You know you still own me for it. You promised that I will get to fuck that sweet ass and mouth of yours,” Robert gave another hard slap on the smooth bubble ass.
Tears ran down Alan’s face as he tried to plead. His eyes widened in horror as Robert walked in front of his face and grabbed his hair, lifting his head until it was level with his cock. Robert was huge. Alan had used the size of it as an excuse for not getting fucked. He told Daniel Roberts that he was too big to fuck him up the ass. Alan kicked at the stool harder to free himself, but Robert ignored him and pulled his head closer to his cock. Alan couldn’t close his mouth or bite down as the fat cock pushed into his mouth and pounded the back of his throat. Robert grabbed hold of Alan’s small, sexy ears and face fuck the tough muscle boy. Alan was unable to breathe as he gagged on the thick cock. Robert pulled out just enough for Alan to breath before thrusting back into the tight throat. Alan's mouth and throat was raw and his jaw hurt.
Finally Robert pulled out of Alan’s throat and slapped his cock across his face, “that a good boy. But you did promise me that boy pussy of yours, and I’m collecting.”
Robert moved around the helpless stud. When he stood behind Alan, he spread the plump, smooth ass cheeks and exposed Alan’s hole. Alan again tried to plead but it just came out as more muffled sounds. Robert’s cock was coated with Alan’s drool and saliva as he aimed it toward the bound stud’s virgin hole. He grabbed Alan’s muscular hips and with a grunt he pushed into Alan’s tight ass. Tears flowed heavier down his masculine face as he was penetrated for the first time. Robert pulled out and rammed back in, hard. Each time he thrusted in and out, Robert’s cock was pounding Alan’s prostate over and over. The pain faded as his tight hole was stretched and loosened. Alan was humiliated not only by let a fag fuck him but, under him, pressed against the stool, his cock was rock hard. His body was betraying him. His muffled cries faded into moans.
Robert pressed his body against Alan’s wide muscular back and whispered into his ear, “you like it don’t you? You like being another man bitch. All along you have been denying who you are. Just a big dumb, slut whore.”
Alan found himself nodding. Was he really gay just like the men he used and bashed? He felt Robert’s cock so deep inside him. He felt it’s thickness, its throbs inside him. Alan began to push his ass back toward Robert’s thrusts and began to flex his ass around the cock, like some slutty gay whore.
“Show me what you really are, cum like a slut whore. A dumb slut boy,” Robert whispered as he licked and nibbled Alan’s left ear lube.
Suddenly Alan couldn’t control himself. Without touching himself he started cumming under himself. He never came so hard in his life. As he came his ass muscles clamped down on Robert’s cock and began to milk it.
“That’s it, boy,” Robert cried out as he followed. He came deep inside Alan.
The straight alpha man that Alan pretended to be all those years were gone. Robert made him perform at his bar each night to repay him for the money he cheated from him. Alan's first night as a dancer at the bar was a reunion of sorts. Robert had tracked down and invited Alan’s previous victims. They cheered as Alan came out on stage naked, in only a cockcage. All of his body hair from the neck down was waxed off and a large buttplug was firmly wedged up his deflowered boypussy. He offered no resistance as each man groped and used him. They were taking great pleasure in taking their revenge on him. There was nothing left of the arrogant, homophobic stud that they once knew. He obediently sucked off each man and when his buttplug was removed he submissively bent over or laid back to let the men fuck him.
Alan grew to enjoy his new life. He was fucked every night by the bar patrons and by his new master Robert. Within a month of being pimped out, Alan repaid every dollar he stole from Robert and several other men. He no longer think for himself and acceptable his new role as a dumb fuck toy for superior gay men.
2022-01-29 02:20:12 +0000 UTC
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“What a game, man. I’m glad you scored us some tickets,” Brad proclaimed as the two brothers left their girlfriends in their seats and headed to the restrooms and then for another beer run.
“Dude, I know. Let's hurry before the second half,” Tony replied as the brothers headed toward the restroom.
The two brothers couldn’t be more different. Tony was tall and a construction worker by trade. His handsome face was adored with a thick beard and his long wild reddish blonde hair poked out from under his backwards cap. He was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms, jeans, and his work boots. Brad on the other hand, was more peppy then his older brother. He was a college wrestler, with a clean cut image, and wore his dark hair short. Brad was wearing an untucked white button up, khakis and fashionable boots. His body was compacted and solid. However, both brothers were very handsome and muscular and they knew it. Many people would call them cocky or even arrogant.
They were surprised how empty the restroom was during halftime. There were only two other men in the restroom at the time. They were standing by the sink washing their hands as Tony and Brad entered the restroom. They appeared to be in their forties or fifties, with noticeable beer guts. Through the mirror the men watch the brothers heading over to the urinals.
Tony unzipped his jeans and pulled out his impressive cock from his yellow boxer briefs. “Man, that feels good,” Tony closed his eyes and let it flow into the urinal.
“Yeah, half time ended just in time,” Brad replied as he also pulled out his cock over the white brief.
The two brothers didn’t notice one of the men by the sink moving to the restroom door and locking it. Suddenly the two strangers came up to the two brothers and blew a fine powder into their faces. Being caught off guard, neither stud had any choice but to breathe in the dust. They tried to block their eyes but with no effect. Their eyes watered as they began to cough while breathing in the dust. When Tony stopped coughing, he then felt a hand around his cock.
His eyes shot open, “what the fuck.”
However, the thought faded from Tony's mind along with all concerns. One of the men, in a red plaid shirt, had squeezed between Tony and the divider on his left and was now stroking Tony’s cock, as it stood out of the top of his boxer briefs.
“Ssshh, relaxed, boy,” the older man whispered.
The man put a small brown bottle up to Tony’s noise and made the already zonked out stud breath in the poppers. Tony’s mind was spinning. He discovered he couldn’t move away or protest anymore as he stood with his hands on his lean waist. He found his mind was foggy and it was so hard to think. He glanced to his right in panic and saw that Brad also had another man beside him. Brad let go a low moan as he breathed in the poppers. The man beside him was pressing his finger against one nasal while Brad breathed in the poppers from the other nasal. Tony's eyes returned to the stranger working his cock. The older man was stroking his own cock with one hand and Tony’s with the other hand. Tony could only stand there as his jeans fell down his muscular legs. The stranger then moved closer and started to rub their cocks together. The older man’s cock was bigger and fatter than Tony’s. The man wrapped a fist around their cocks, working it. The friction of the stranger’s cock against his own was making Tony so hard.
“Damn, Hershal, those two are sexy,” the man beside Brady said to his friend as he unbuttoned Brad’s shirt, revealing his smooth tight torso.
“They are, Billy, '' Hershal replied as he let go of his and Tony’s cocks and jerked the boxer-briefs down. He reached behind Tony and felt up the plump muscular ass.
“Get down on your knees and suck my cock, boy,” Billy then ordered Brad.
“Yes, sir,” the jock replied.
Brad’s voice emotionlessly as he obediently knelt in front of the older man. Billy then grabbed the college wrestler’s dark hair and pushed his cock into the boy’s mouth. Brad instantly began to gag on the cock.
“Suck it just like the way your girlfriend sucks cock,” Billy laughed.
Tears watered in Brad’s eyes as he gagged and coughed more on the thick cock pounding the back of his mouth. “Man, there's nothing sweeter than the sound of a straight boy sucking his first cock,” Billy laughed.
“Tell me about it,” Hershal laughed.
Meanwhile, Hershal was reaching around Tony and pushing a fat finger up the taller stud’s hole. Tony could only stare straight ahead at the bathroom wall as his ass hole was stroked and probed.
Hershal gripped Tony’s long, curly hair with his free hand, and whispered into his left ear, “Man, you are a tight one.”
Tony could only moan as his own cock was pointing straight ahead. Laughing, Hershal began to slap his hard cock against Tony’s smooth bubble ass.
“Bet you can bounce a quarter off those cheeks,” Billy laughed as he looked over the divider between the urinals. He had a firm grip on Brad’s hair as he roughly face fuck him.
“I bet his girlfriend really enjoy grabbing it while he fuck her,” Hershal laughed.
“After we done with those pretty boys, they won’t be fucking many pussies anymore. The only pussies they will care about are their own,” Billy laughed as he pulled Brad off his cock by the hair.
Brad struggled to regain his breath but was soon pulled upon his feet and pushed against the urinal. The college wrestler held out his hands to brace himself against the wall. Billy then reached under Brad’s long button up shirt, lifting it to reveal the tight white briefs that hugged the plump jock ass. Billy raised his hand and slapped the firm right ass cheek.
“Damn, look at it bounce,” Billy laughed again.
He then delivered another blow to the left ass cheeks, causing Brad to jump and try to pull his bubble ass away. Billy then moved his hands further up under the shirt and gripped the briefs’ waistband. He pulled them roughly down, ripping them as they were pulled over the round muscular ass.
“Damn, look how smooth that baby is,” Billy slapped the flawless bare ass cheeks.
Meanwhile, Hershal had Tony whimpering as he pushed a second finger into the straight virgin ass and was spreading his fingers, loosening and stretching Tony’s new entrance. Both brothers' cocks were rock hard as they were groped and used.
Hershal pulled out his fingers and moved behind the taller Tony. He aimed his cock between the muscular ass cheeks. Tony braced himself against the wall as Hershal grabbed his waist, pulling the hot stud toward him. Tony and Hershal both let out a deep grunt as Hershal pushed into the straight virgin hole. Tears ran from Tony’s eyes as the cock ripped him open while it pushed deeper into him.
Meanwhile, at the next urinal Billy also gripped Brad’s waist and pushed his cock into the wrestler’s tight hole. Brad was fortunate that Billy’s cock was still wet with his saliva and drool which acted like lube. The cock slid in deep, and Billy was soon moving in and out of the college stud. Brad’s eyes rolled into his head and he let out a deep moan as Billy’s cock found his prostate and began to ram it.
Hershal pulled out and thrust back into Tony, hard and deep. He knocked off Tony’s ball cap and grabbed a fist full of his hair as he rode the prime ass. He pulled the stud’s head back as he pounded him hard. Both studs were rock hard as they were being bitched out.
Billy reached into Brad’s opened shirt and grabbed hold of his smooth, muscular pecs. Those big firm pecs gave Billy leverage to ram hard up his tight ass. Both straight studs were moaning in lust as they were fucked for the first time. Their cocks were throbbing and leaking. Their tough, straight persona was being fucked out of them. Tony was the first to cum. He couldn’t hold out. He reached down and gripped his own cock and feverishly jerked himself off.
“That’s it, stud. Jack yourself off like a good slut,” Hershal thrusted all the way into Tony and paused.
“Fffuck, yes, sir,” the tough Tony cried as he came hard.
Tony’s cum shot out and hit the wall and urinal. His ass muscles gripped Hershal’s cock like a vice.
“That’s it, oh yeah,” Hershal cried out and shot his load deep into Tony.
Brad didn’t even touch himself. He threw his head back against Billy and cried out. His cock sprayed the wall in an intense orgasm. His ass muscles spasmed around Billy’s cock milking it.
“Yeah, you are a good slut whore,” Bill cried out and came deep inside him.
When the two men pulled out of the broken brothers, Tony and Brad slid down on the floor.
Hershal laughed, “Let's get those studs out of here before someone gets suspicious.”
The two men lifted the passed out studs and threw them over their shoulders. Brad couldn’t resist slapping Brad’s ass and teasing the cum leaking loose manpussy. They carried the out-cold studs out of the restroom and dropped them into waiting laundry carts.
2022-01-28 02:08:51 +0000 UTC
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THE PRINCE 2
Mr. Burrows, the chief Procuror for the Cartel, laid on top of the prince’s personal bodyguard, with his cock buried deep inside the handsome middle eastern man’s once straight ass.
“It feels good being bred like a mare doesn’t it,” Burrows whiinto Omar’s left ear.
“Yesss,” Omar moaned.
“You will do whatever I want. The more you obey the more turn on you become. Understand,” Burrows eased his cock in and out of the younger man’s ruined hole.
“Yess, sir,” Omar gripped the sheets.
“You are going to help me capture your prince and make him feel as good as you feel now,” the Procuror licked Omar’s sensitive earlobe.
“Oh, ah, yes, make him feel good as I do,” Omar moaned.
“Good, boy,” Burrows picked up on his thrusting, once again fucking the straight bodyguard.
Omar gripped the sheets in his fist tighter as he pushed his ass back toward the older man.
Later in the day, Omar was following the Prince around the high end department store. The only thing Abdullah loves more than women is clothes.
“Who was the hot lady you had over last night,” Prince Abdullah whispered as he and Omar walked through the men's selection. The prince ran his hands over the expensive silk ties.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Omar whispered back. His eyes behind his sunglasses scanned the store for any threat to his ward.
The prince laughed, “the hotel walls aren’t very thick, my friend.”
“I am married, my highness,” Omar looked at the prince defensively.
“So am I, my friend,” Abdullah laughed again.
Omar looked at his prince, as Abdullah moved to the dress shirts and began to look at a white, button up silk shirt. The prince motioned the tailor who was standing back from them as they browsed. The tailor moved forward to assist the prince. For the first time, Omar felt no loyalty to his prince and friend. His only loyalty now is to the Cartel. Also for the first time he noticed how muscular and handsome the prince was. He followed the prince and the tailor into one of the dressing rooms. Standing before the wall of mirrors, the tailor unbuttoned the prince’s shirt and peel it off his wide shoulders. Abdullah’s was surprisingly smooth. Omar never understood the prince’s obsession with bodybuilding and the western idea of smooth chests being attractive, until now. Mr. Burrows was correct when he called the prince a work of beauty. Omar could barely contain his hard on in his suit pants as the tailor adjusted the white silk shirt to fit the prince perfectly. Omar couldn’t wait for Burrows to get his hands on Abdullah and make him his bitch just like he did to Omar the night before.
“Earth to Omar,” Abdullah slapped his finger. “I can’t have my bodyguard daydreaming,” the prince laughed.
“Sorry, majesty,” Omar turned red in embarrassment.
Later that evening Prince Abdullah and Omar had dinner in the hotel's elegant dining room. The prince forgo his suit jacket for a casual dinner in his new soft silk shirt. The shirt showed off his lean, muscular body nicely. He was turning quite a few women's heads.
“Hello, Omar,” Mr. Burrows approached the table, catching the Prince off guard.
Omar stood to greet the older man as Abdullah remained seated, surprised that his bodyguard would know anyone in the city.
“Greetings Mr. Burrows,” Omar reached over the prince and shook the older man’s hand.
Without being asked to join them, Burrows sat down at the table. The prince was between the two men and was feeling uncomfortable.
“Omar, do you know this man,” the prince turned to his bodyguard.
“Yes, majesty. Omar and I are well acquainted,” Burrows replied, moving his chair closer to the prince.
“From where are you acquainted,” the Prince suddenly felt Omar’s hand on his left thigh and a sharp pinch. “What is the meaning of this?”
Prince Abdullah tried to pull away from both men, but his muscular legs felt weak.
“Ssshh, my prince. Just sit back down like a good boy,” Burrows put his arm around the younger man and pulled him back into the seat.
The prince’s eyes widened as he felt the older man's hands under the table, stroking his fast growing cock. He turned toward Omar in panic but realized that he had been betrayed by his own bodyguard. Omar was looking down at Abdullah’s hard bulging crotch with a look of hunger in his eyes as Mr. Burrows was stroking and squeezing it.
“You two are going to be good boys, and do whatever I tell you,” Burrows whispered into the prince’s ear, his tongue gently licking the right earlobe.
“Yes,” Abdullah found himself growing relaxed as he looked back at the stranger.
He was suddenly over came with a blissful feeling of submissiveness and obedience.
“Omar been a very loyal puppy to you and now he serves a greater master. You soon are going to be very appreciative to him for helping you to realize your destiny in serving the Cartel,” Burrows continued to stroke the prince, moving his hand up and stroking the flat firm stomach through the silk shirt.
Meanwhile, Omar’s right hand continues to stroke the Prince’s muscular leg under the table. The more the two men touched and groped him, the more aroused the conservative prince became. It was hard for Abdullah to think. A part of him wanted to fight but another part wanted to submit and open his pants to jerk off right there in the restaurant. All of his religious upbringing was forgotten. All he could think about was how good it was to obey and serve.
“Yet go back to your suite your majesty,” Burrows whispered and both Omar and himself helped the prince up.
Their hard cocks were quite noticeable as Omar and Abdullah exited the restaurant. Burrows smiled as he heard several whispers from other guests at the restaurant. The prince appeared to be very well endowed.
As they stood in the elevator, Burrows ran his hand over both middle eastern men’s well-developed asses. Abdullah never realized how good it was to get felt up by another man. Burrows grip on his plump ass cheeks were firm and strong. Neither Omar or Abdullah couldn’t wait to get back to the suite, to be along with their new master. Once inside the privacy of the penthouse suite, Burrows ordered the two masculine men to make out and undress each other. Omar didn’t hesitate as he began to make out with his future king. His long fingers unbuttoning the prince’s shirt, pulling it open. Their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Burrows picked up his cellphone and began to record them kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. The footage would be proof to his employers of his success and to guarantee that the future king stays in line and loyal to the cartel.
After the two new slaves undress each other, Burrows stopped them and ordered them on to their kneels. Burrows smiled down at the once arrogant prince and his handsome bodyguard. Both men looked up at him obediently as the older man guided their heads onto his cock. Omar and Abdullah shared the thick cock as it slid between their lips.
All of Abdullah’s life he was raised to feel superior to other men. For the first time in his life he was no longer in charge. He was now nothing but another man’s slave.
Burrows was enjoying the two fit younger men. The once arrogant men were slurping and bobbing their heads on his cock. He want to fuck the muscle bound prince, but he knew better then to touch the merchandise. The Cartel’s chairman, himself, wanted to be the first to mount the future king. Instead Burrows spent the rest of the night training and taking both men deeper under the Cartel’s control.
A day later, Abdullah’s father was killed in a car bombing and Abdullah succeeded him as king. His first act was to make Omar the head of the secret police and announce social reforms, including the legalization of homosexuality.
On the day of Abdullah's accession to the throne, the Cartel’s board members gathered in the palace to celebrate their victory. The door to the private chamber opened and King Abdullah walked into the lavish room in his traditional robes. He waved his guards away. Once the door was closed behind him, he approached the chairman of the cartel. In his country, as king he was as close to god as any man could be, but compared to the power of the men before him, Abdullah was just a pawn. As he stood before the powerful Chairman, the king allowed his gold lined robes to fall to the marble floors. He then lifted his long tunic and revealed his well developed, sculpted legs.
“Bend over the desk,” the chairman ordered as he undid his pants.
Although he was king, before the cartel Abdullah was nothing. He bent over the antique gold desk. The chairman pulled the white robe over the king’s head to expose Abdullah's muscular freshly shaved buttocks. Abdullah moaned loud as he was fucked hard and deep. His eyes rolled up in pleasure. The chairman pulled out and slammed back in, over and over. After the chairman came deep inside him and pulled out, each of his fellow board members then took turns fucking the new king. Each man came deep inside the king, coronating him.
2022-01-26 02:19:44 +0000 UTC
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The Prince
The Cartel was not pleased with the current King’s conservative Islamic stands. The hardline stand against homosexuality and other “heretic” behavior was bad for business and was unacceptable to the powerful organization. Although homosexuality been illegal for centuries, the oil rich country was the home of several of the Cartel’s richest clients in male sex slaves, including powerful members of the King’s own inner circle. That was before religious hypocrites gained the King’s ear and plunged many of the cartel’s most important clients. That was unacceptable. In a secret meeting in one of its many headquarters, the Board of the Cartel voted that the king must go. Such votes were not uncommon for the board. At a mere majority vote of the powerful men, they had easily overthrown entire governments, or ordered the execution or assasination of political leaders, dictators, or royalty. The concerns of civil wars were trivial. In fact war was profitable for the cartel. Both sides would capture the enemy soldiers and were in need of money. Few generals and leaders had any moral issues about selling the enemy to the Cartel in exchange for money and weapons.
Fortunately, however, for the rich desert kingdom, the king had many sons to step in to lead them. One of them was very favorable to the Cartel. Prince Abdullah was educated in the west and very popular with the people. He was also very handsome. With the proper training he would be a great asset to the Cartel.
That was when Burrows came in. The short, balding middle aged man was what the Cartel calls a Procuror. It was his job to capture the handsome younger men that would be of high demand to the Cartel’s client. It was not any one that was out of his reach, from celebrities, sport stars, and world leaders.
Burrows followed the prince to New York from London and was able to crush an elite upscale party after he had fucked the bounced in the ally. The Procuror sat at the bar slipping his martini as he watched the sexy prince flirt with a married woman at his table. Burrows could tell the prince was in very good shape through the tailored suit. The woman definitely liked what she felt as she ran her right hand under the table and up his muscular thigh. Abdullah was giving her a mischievous smile as he looked at her with his dark sexy eyes. Burrows then noticed the bodyguard sitting across the table from the prince and his soon to be latest conquest. The bodyguard had a stern, disapproving expression on his handsome bearded face. The dark suit was immaculate, hugging a tight body underneath it. Burrows knew if he was to get to Prince Abdullah he would have to get through the bodyguard as well. The prince leaned in and whispered something into the woman’s ear, causing her to giggle. He then stood and took her hand. The bodyguard rose from his seat as well when she stood. The Procuror got a very nice view of both Middle Eastern men's well developed asses through their dark suit pants. The Prince definitely works out, Procuror mused as he watched the muscular cheeks in the tailored pants move as he led the woman out of the restaurant. The bodyguard buttoned his suit jacket as he followed them. The blazer jacket barely obscured the view of his ass, but the older man could tell it was very nice as well. Burrow mused that the bodyguard was an often workout partner with his prince.
It was well past midnight when the woman left Prince Abdullah’s bed, and Omar escorted her to the penthouse suite’s door. After locking the doors and checking on the prince one last time, he bid Abdullah goodnight. Omar could finally get some sleep. He made his way to the adjoining room to the penthouse suite as preceded to undress. Omar carefully hung up his suit jacket and removed his gun and shoulder holster, before beginning to unbutton his shirt. His torso was tight and muscular with a thin dusting of dark hair across his developed chest and down between the center valley of his chisel abs. Omar had removed his shoes and pants, and was about to lay on the bed to call his wife back home in their country when there was a knock on his room door. Concerned, Omar jumped from the bed and retrieved his gun. In only his tight white trunks Omar proceeded to the door.
“What is it,” he called out.
“Room service,” the voice on the other side of the door replied.
“I ordered no room service,” Omar was alerted.
“Prince Abdullah had ordered a bottle of bourbon brought to your room, sir,” the voice replied.
Omar paused. Abdullah knew he loved bourbon, even though religious law banned drinking, and the prince often rewarded his bodyguard with a bottle of the most expensive brand available.
“Leave the bottle by the dollar and leave it,” Omar ordered as he looked through the peephole in the door.
“Yes, sir,” the bellman replied.
Omar saw, through the peephole, the bellman in the hotel uniform sit the bottle down on the floor and walked away. Feeling the coast was clear, Omar put his gun into the waistband of his underwear and then opened the door. He bent over to pick up the bottle, when out of the corner of his eye a man standing by the door. Before he could pull his gun out of the waistband, the stranger blew a fine white powder into his face. He tried to cover his face but it was too late. He breathed in the powder. Omar dropped his gun as he started coughing. Once he stopped coughing and his eyes cleared, he just stood there. Unable to move or think.
Burrows smiled as he stepped up to the half naked, swaying bodyguard. The Procuror always enjoyed the effectiveness of the drug of his choice. The powder once absorb into the airways make a perfect obedient, willing slave. Burrows looked the bodyguard over and was very pleased with what he saw.
“Let go inside and close the door,” Burrows freely stroked Omar’s muscular body.
“Yes, sir,” Omar obediently let the stranger into his room.
All of Omar’s training was gone as he stood docile before Burrows.
“Good, now, take off your underwear and stroke your cock,” Burrows ordered.
Omar didn’t respond but hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled them down. Burrows was impressed by the healthy uncut cock. Omar wrapped his fist around his cock and began to stroke himself.
“You're going to do whatever, I tell you. Understand,” Burrows ran his hand up Omar’s abs as the bodyguard stroked his growing cock.
“Yes, sir,” Omar moaned.
Burrows pulled out a headset from his pocket and placed it on Omar’s head. In his current state, Omar would easily absorb his new programming. The bodyguard’s eyes glazed over as his cock throbbed in his hand.
“Good, boy. Now lay down on the bed. Face down,” Burrows instructed as he turned around and undid his tie and removed his suit jacket.
Omar walked to the bed and laid face down on the bed. Burrows poured himself a glass from the expensive bourbon. Omar’s ass was indeed flawless as the muscular younger man. The powerful legs were spread, revealing the tight hole. Burrows approached the bed, unzipping his pants. Normally Burrows have a hands off policy on his assigned targets. However, technically speaking Omar wasn’t his target but just a means to get to the prince. Therefore the bodyguard was fair game. With the subliminal messages bombarding Omar’s mind, reducing him into a obedient slave, Burrows pulled out his cock and mount the sexy middle eastern stud.
“Nice and tight,” Burrows whispered into Omar’s ear as he eased into him.
Omar let out a low grunt as he was penetrated for the first time. The subliminal messages playing over the headset told him to relax his ass and feel only pleasure. The deeper and harder Burrows thrusted into Omar the more submissive the younger man becomes. Omar groaned under Burrows as the older man pounded his prostate. Burrows was pleased as the straight bodyguard began to flex his ass muscles around his cock.
The Procuror whispered into Omar’s ear, gently licking the earlobe, “come for me, now.”
Omar let out a low deep moan as he started to cum on the bed under him. The ass muscles were like a vice as it spasmed around Burrows’s cock. Burrows smiled as his cock was milked. He knew he had complete control over the bodyguard. Feeling victorious, the Procuror came deep inside Omar’s ass.
To be continued
2022-01-25 03:04:52 +0000 UTC
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SkinTrade Ronnie Part 2
Ronnie was thrilled about joining SkinTrade gym. When he got home he went through the free gym bag to check out all the cool promotional items he had received. The bag contained several Alpha-B energy and pre-workout drinks, plus compression shorts, workout tights, posing briefs, and jockstraps, all with the SkinTrade logo on them. He then noticed the SkinTrade app that was installed on his phone. Mr. Christian told him the app would keep track of his progress, offer motivation, in other words shake up his workout. He would normally think it was a thing for workout novices, not a champion pro-bodybuilder. However, he was overjoyed as he put on his earphones and activated his new app. He laid on the couch to relax as he explored the app.
Within minutes he was sound asleep. Ronnie began to dream again about working out naked in the gym, getting groped and fondled by old men. His thick cock was throbbing and leaking on the floor as the men felt up his pecs, chisel abs, and round muscular ass. He dreamed about kneeling on the floor of the gym, and placing his face and chest against the carpeted floor. Ronnie pushed his ass up, offering it to the men. He dreamed how good it felt as each man took turns fucking him. He felt strong and masculine as they pounded him hard. He was built to take it. The men were testing his strength, worshipping him. He flexed his powerful muscles around their cocks as he milked them. He was driving them over the edge. Each man couldn’t hold out. As one man came inside him, the stranger pulled out and was replaced by another man’s cock. Ronnie wakes in the morning covered in his own cum with no memory of the dream.
After Ronnie showered and dressed in a skin tight compression shirt and fitted joggers. He rarely shows off his huge muscles in public, but today he felt different. If you got it, flaunt it, his mind told him. After he finished dressing, he headed for the gym. As he walked down the street toward the gym he passed an attractive blonde woman. The woman looked him over and smiled. Knowing that she liked what she saw, he winked and flirted with her. She couldn’t keep her hands off his big pecs as they stretched the thin shirt. They traded numbers and Ronnie continued to the gym.
“Hello, sir, how is it going,” Cody greeted as he buzzed Ronnie through the gate leading to the locker rooms.
“Wonderful, can’t wait to get working out,” Ronnie smiled as he took the complimentary Alpha-B bottle from Cody’s hand.
Ronnie noticed that Cody wore the blue spandex polo shirt like the one he wore the previous date, but he realized that the pants were actually white workout tights. The spandex tights hugged the younger man’s massive quads and wide hamstrings, and Cody’s large perfectly formed ass. It was obvious that Cody wore only a jockstrap under the tights. The straps were clearly visible under the see through tights. Cody would definitely give me competition on stage, Ronnie thought to himself. The kid should show off his body,he has nothing to be a shame off. Getting a big muscular body like his take a lot of work, and Ronnie knows.
Ronnie slipped the Alpha-B as he headed toward the locker room. He already was feeling the effects of the energy/pre-workout drink as he stripped out of his street clothes. He felt energized and pumped for his workout. He took out one of the tiny poser briefs from his new gym bag and pulled them up his thick legs. Ronnie cock was semi-hard as he tried to push it into the tiny pouch. The poser barely covered his massive round ass. He then saw one of the police officers from the previous day. The dark headed officer was naked and Ronnie was impressed how muscular and smooth the cop was. The officer’s cock was hard and standing straight ahead. An older, less inshape, man, in a white towel around his mid-selection, had his right arm on the police officer’s wide, ripped back as they headed toward one of the saunas.
“How it going,” Ronnie nodded toward the two men.
The naked police officer didn’t respond but the old man smiled at Ronnie, “Doing very well.”
It was then Ronnie noticed the blank, grazed look in the officer’s eyes. The older man appeared to be guiding the muscle bound, mindless stud. The situation would normally concern and raise suspicion to Ronnie, but the thought quickly faded. The only thing that mattered was getting his workout in. He put in his earplugs and opened the SkinTrade app. The app had a wide range playlist of workout music already loaded for him to list too. The music was designed to make him focus and block out any distracting thoughts.
Ronnie felt comfortable as he walked into the weight room in only the skimpy little posing briefs. Several older men were obviously checking him out as he strutted over to the squat station. He loaded up the bar and began to pump out each set. He loved the feeling of working out half naked. He felt free with no restrictive clothes getting into his way. He squat heavy and low to the ground with each rep. His tiny poser was being pulled up between his massive cheeks as if they were eating the fabric with each rep. Ronnie was gathering quite an audience of old men as he did his set. They were practically drooling over him. Yet the straight, normally homophobic bodybuilder didn’t objected to their ogling eyes. He just felt blissfully relaxed. The Alpha-B was pumping through his system, and the music from his earplugs made his mind mellow yet focused.
After he finished his last set squats, Ronnie then moved to leg extensions. His massive quads flexed and bulged as he lifted the whole stack of weights. After doing five sets of leg extension he moved to the leg curls. He laid face down on the machine's bench and pumped out each rep. The men were watching the powerful glutes and hamstrings flexing. The tiny poser were almost eaten up by the powerful cheeks.
“Those are some impressive legs,” one of the old men approached Ronnie.
“Thank you,” Ronnie replied as he stood up from the leg machine.
“ I have reserved one of the training rooms,” the old man boldly stroked Ronnie’s big smooth pecs.
Ronnie just stood there obediently without any protest, “yes, sir.”
The subliminal messages embedded in his music instructed him to obey every paying member of the gym. Although his legs were wobbly from the intense workout, big Ronnie followed the smaller man into one of the rooms off the hallway to the locker rooms. The subliminal program instructed him that men’s cum were rich with protein, testosterone and other nutrient elements a bodybuilder needs to get bigger and stronger. Ronnie’s relaxed mind obediently absorbed the instructions. Once inside the “training room,” Ronnie knelt before the stranger and pulled the man’s cock out of his sweatpants. For the first time in his life, Ronnie opened his mouth and tasted his first cock. He looked up at the older man for approval as he began to worship it. Seeing the hot masculine bodybuilder sucking his cock, turned the old man on. He grabbed Ronnie’s shaved head and began to fuck his mouth. Ronnie tried to keep up, working his tongue and lips over the fat cock. His own cock popped out of the posing briefs and began to leak onto the carpet floor.
Knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, the old man pulled his cock from Ronnie’s mouth. Ronnie then looked up at the man, confused. The man lifted the bodybuilder up by his arm and bent Ronnie over the bed in the small room. The big muscular ass looked so irresistible. The rich older man pulled the tiny briefs down over the massive ass cheeks to reveal the smooth man pussy. Ronnie moaned deeply as he felt the old man’s cock head pressing against his hole. The man then grabbed Ronnie’s muscular waist and pushed hard. Ronnie grunted and his eyes rolled back into his head as the cock pushed into him. Over and over the subliminal messages over his earplugs told him to feel only pleasure as he was being fucked.
“Being fucked is the ultimate muscle worship,” played over and over in Ronnie’s head.
Ronnie worked his tight, vice like anal muscles around the cock deep inside him. The man grabbed his massive, wide shoulders and thrusted in and out of the muscle pussy.
“Oh, Fffuck,” the older man moaned and cried out.
Ronnie could feel the man’s seed filling him causing him to cry out and quickly followed. He shot his load over the satin sheets on the bed under him. The old man laid on Ronnie’s wide back for several minutes as he recovered. His cock still deep inside the warm, tight manpussy. The older man finally pulled out and Ronnie obediently began to lick his cock clean.
It was only when Ronnie exited the locker room that he realized he had worked out for over four hours.
“See you tomorrow,” he waved bye to Cody on his way out of the gym.
Ronnie felt amazing as he walked out of SkinTrade with his gym bag over his huge shoulders. He didn’t remember being fucked or having sex with another man. He just thought he had an awesome workout. He felt pumped and big. His ass was sore but his mind told him it was only from the intense workout. As he walked down the street, he pulled out his phone and called the hot blonde he met earlier in the morning. Ronnie was so horny that he couldn’t wait to fuck her.
2022-01-24 02:34:57 +0000 UTC
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SKINTRADE RONNIE
Ronnie came home after a late night workout and stripped out of his sweaty workout clothes down to his tight white briefs. As part of his nightly routine, he sat down at his computer and checked his email. It was then he saw the email invitation for a free membership at the newest gym in town. He was used to receiving them. Every gym owner wants a champion bodybuilder working out at their gym, it draws in new customers. Everyone wants to workout with a champion. He has been hearing a lot of good reviews about SkinTrade in other cities. However, he never really got sold on all men gyms, they draws too many fags. Ronnie was about to delete the email when he noticed the link to a video promoting the gym.
“What the hack,” he said to himself and hit the link.
It was a standard introduction video, showing the gym, it’s layout, and the special benefits it offers. There were a lot of shirtless muscle bound jocks and bodybuilders. Ronnie rolled his eyes. Suddenly the screen flashed a few times.
“Shitty production,” Ronnie mumbled to himself.
However, the music in the background was relaxing. He subconsciously reached down and squeezed his hard cock through his briefs.
“Damn, I’m horny,” he whispered to himself as he continued to watch the preview video.
When the video ended, Ronnie found himself replying to the email and scheduling an appointment the next day for a new member orientation. Ronnie then went to bed. During the night he dreamed of working out at the gym. He was naked as he pumped out each rep. His thick cock was rock hard and oozing. He woke so horny that he wrapped his large fist around his throbbing cock and jerked off until he came all over his washboard abs. He hasn’t jerked himself off in so long.
Even though he was wearing baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt he turned a lot of heads as he walked down the street. The SkinTrade gym was easy to find. It’s facade was modern with a lot of glass and steel. When he entered he was greeted with a large reception area with alot more steel and glass, and elegant black marble floors. In the center of the large room was a round reception desk with a blonde muscle bound guy standing behind it.
“Hello, I’m Cody. Welcome to SkinTrade. How may I help you,” the blonde muscle boy flashed his pearly white smile.
Ronnie was impressed by Cody. The kid was built. The blue polo shirt was stretched over the boy’s massive pecs and huge arms.
“Hi Cody, I’m Ronnie. I have an appointment with a Mr. Christian,” Ronnie responded.
“Ah, yes. Ronnie, welcome. I’m Dean Christian, the manager here,” a tall athletic looking man, Ronnie’s age, approached him from a side office. “It’s a pleasure that you decided to give our gym a try,” Mr. Christian gripped Ronnie’s right hand. The grip was strong. “Cody, get Ronnie a complimentary Alpha-B,” the manager turned to the muscle boy.
“Each time you work out here you get a free Alpha-B pre-workout drink. One of many benefits for working out here at SkinTrade,” Dean Christian said as Cody handed Ronnie a can.
“Alpha-B? I haven’t heard of it before,” Ronnie opened the can and took a slip. “Mmm, good,” Ronnie tasted it and looked at the label. The health conscious bodybuilder hasn't heard of most of the ingredients but it seems harmless.
“While you enjoy the drink, Let me show you around the gym,” Mr. Christian put his hand on the back of Ronnie’s wide shoulders and led him through the gym.
The weight room was large and held almost every equipment and station one could imagine. Upstairs, overlooking the weight room and workout machines, was the cardio selection. There were rooms for wrestling, mixed martial arts, and boxing. There was an Olympic size pool, three hot tubes, two dry saunas and two steam rooms. It even offered tanning, body grooming, and massage therapy, everything you can dream of.
Ronnie at once noticed that the gym had two types of clientele. The younger, inshape guys and the older, less in shape. The younger men were mostly shirtless as they workout and train, some even wore just in their underwear.
“How do you get away with the dress code,” Ronnie asked as he noticed a guy as built as he was carrying two 45lbs weights across the weight room in only a very small posing briefs.
“Being an only men's club, we have no dress code. Our members who wish to wear very little, feel that it is less restrictive while working out,” Christian replied.
Finally they made it back to the reception area. As they approached Mr. Christian office, two uniformed police officers entered carrying their gym bags. They checked in with Cody, who handed each officer an Alpha-B drink.
“Hi, Mr. Christian,” both officers waved at the manager.
“Enjoy your workout guys,” Mr, Christian waved back. “We have several police officers and firefighters working out here.”
Ronnie couldn’t help but notice how muscular both officers were. Their uniforms were tight over their muscular bodies, showing off their huge arms and muscular legs and glutes. Ronnie then followed Mr. Christian into his office.
“So do we go ahead and sign you up for the free membership,” the manager asked.
“I don’t know, I still have some doubts that . . .” Ronnie suddenly felt a prick on his thick muscular neck and everything went blank.
Mr. Christian smiled as the pro-bodybuilder collapsed onto the floor. He then stepped over the heap of muscles to his desk. He pressed the intercom button, “Cody, I will be needing your assistance.”
“Yes, master,” Cody’s voice came back over the intercom.
As he waited for Cody Mr. Christian sat in his chair and smiled at the out cold bodybuilder laying on the floor.
The images of himself working out naked filled Ronnie’s vision. He was pumping out each rep of heavy weight. Sweat was pouring from his hard body, as his cock throb and leaking onto the floor. Older men were standing around him feeling him up, groping his huge muscles. He dropped the weights and began to flex for them. He could only think about how much the men were enjoying his body. Ronnie wanted to pleasure them. It feels so good when men use him and worship him. It was his only purpose at SkinTrade, to pleasure other men.
The visor and earphones over Ronnie’s head were bombarding his senses. Over and over the voice over the headset told him how good it was to pleasure other men. How good it was to be fucked, that it was the ultimate form of muscle worship. He was built to be fucked and pleasure other men. As images through the visor show him kneeling before another man and taking his cock into his mouth, Ronnie began to suck on the hose with its dildo shaped head that was secured into his mouth. As he sucked on the fake cock, he was rewarded with pure Alpha-B which made his muscles pumped and mind pleasantly open and docile. His thick, muscular legs were secured to stirrups that lifted and spread them into the air, while a machine was thrusting a dildo in and out of his hole. While being fucked by the machine, the images bombarding his mind were showing him take a cock one after another. The voice in his head told him how good it felt. Sensors on his large hard nipples stimulated the feeling of men licking and biting them.
Mr. Christian walked along the side of the examining table, caressing the length of the bodybuilder’s chiseled body. He was pleased how Ronnie was reacting to the programming. Ronnie’s cock was standing straight up and bouncing in response to the fuck machine and the sensually bombardment of his mind. Ronnie’s muscles were flexing and bulging, his veins were pumped, as sweat formed a glistening steer over them. He couldn’t wait to fuck that prime piece of meat for himself. With in an hour, the straight cocky muscle stud would be a horny, mindless himbo wanting only to be bigger and get fucked.
Outside the SkinTrade gym, big Ronnie would be his normal straight, arrogant alpha self, but inside he would give up control to the older paying members and became an obedient fuck toy. When he left the gym, however, he would have no memories of what happened while he was inside the SkinTrade, except that he had an awesome workout and felt so good and relaxed.
Mr. Christian always insisted on being the first man to fuck the gym’s newest boys. When he knew that Ronnie’s reprogramming was finished and he was close to cumming, the manager turned off the machines. The helmet over Ronnie’s head was removed as was the tube in his mouth and the fuck machine withdrewed from his sore, ruined hole.
When the helmet was removed, the first thing Ronnie saw was Mr. Christian standing between his spread legs. The masculine bodybuilder looked upon the manager in submissive devotion.
“Please,” Ronnie moaned in his deep, masculine voice.
Mr. Christian smiled as he aimed his cock at the stretched muscle pussy and pushed into Ronnie. Ronnie grunted and let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Mr. Christian loved the look of the big muscle stud withering in lust as he slammed in and out of Ronnie’s ass. It didn’t take the macho bodybuilder long to whimper to be allowed cum.
“Cum for me, bitch,” the manager slammed all the way into Ronnie and paused.
“Ahh, aw, fffuck,” Ronnie arched his back off the table.
His muscular ass clamped down on the cock as this body spasmed. Long strings of cum shot out of Ronnie’s throbbing cock and landed over his massive pecs and face. He seemed like he would never stop cumming. As he came, his ass muscles milked Mr. Christian’s cock. “Yes, that’s it,” Christian threw his head back and cried out as he came deep inside Ronnie.
Ronnie was surprised how late it was when he stepped out of the SkinTrade with his new gym bag over his massive shoulders. After his tour of the gym, he talked to Mr. Christian, and got to workout for several hours. It was an awesome workout.
2022-01-22 02:01:33 +0000 UTC
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Off season
The season is over for Rob. His team had lost their playoff game and his offseason began earlier than he had previously had hoped for. However, with the season now over, he actually was looking forward to the next few months off. He was planning to spend the next few months partying and getting laid. However, first he had an appointment with his agent. The agent called him early in the morning after his last team meeting. Rob had fucked a hot stewardess all night and the blonde bombshell was sleeping on top of his hard muscular body when the phone rang. Rob wanted to tell the agent to fuck off and go back to bed, but Carson told him that he had a endorsement deal that would make him millions. Never the one to turn down money, Rob agreed to by the agency before he had to catch a flight to Tahiti.
The tight end walked into the office for his appointment and the pretty receptionist was practically drooling over his tall, sexy body.
“Hey, babe, is Carson in,” Rob sat on the edge of her desk.
She looked up at him starry eyed, “yes, Robert, you can go on in.”
“Thanks, babe,” he gave her his million dollar smile and stood up.
The receptionist watched his sexy ass through the expensive, stylish Tailored Athlete slacks as he walked toward the door. She couldn’t resist fanning herself as he opened the door and went into his agent’s office.
“Ah, Rob, come in,” Carson hung up his phone and stood up from behind his desk.
Carson was a handsome man, in his thirties. His expensive suits showed off his athletic body. His clothes and office radiate money. More money than his standard agent commission generated for him.
“I was off to Tahiti with one of the team cheerleaders. What this big endorsement deal you mention on the phone,” Rob unbuttoned his jacket and sat in one of the chairs in front of Carson’s desk.
“Actually I had arranged a very profitable appearance for you,” Carson sat back in his chair.
“Really, how much are we talking about,” Rob was intrigued.
Carson laughed, “what a Jock slut you are.”
At the mention of Rob’s trigger phase, Rob’s mind went blank and his eyes glazed over. Rob stood up and began to remove his clothes. Carson smiled as his jock client slowly revealed his chisel, perfect body. Rob’s body had got him on covers of men's workout and fitness magazines and into ESPN body issue. Rob pulled his shirt over his stoodhead, showing off his shredded 8pack and smooth full pecs. He undid his pants and pulled them down. His famous legs were thick and powerful. Rob stopped and before his agent in just his white jockstrap. Rob made Carson a lot of money when he signed the million dollar endorsement deal for the sexy jockstrap brand. Rob became an instant gay sex symbol. Since then jockstraps became the only underwear the tight end wore. Rob then walked around the desk and knelt in front of Carson. Carson smiled down at the 6’4 football player, as Rob reached out and unzipped His agent’s pants. Wrapping his fist around the agent’s fat cock, the tight end then engulfed it into his mouth. While Rob was deep throating Carson’s cock, Carson picked up his phone and dialed a number.
“Yes, sir, I definitely got Rob signed on for the Super Bowl party. Yes, sir,” the agent talked on the phone as he fucked the masculine, macho football player’s mouth.
As Carson talked on the phone, he used his free hand to grip Rob’s buzz cut hair and fucked the jock’s tight throat. Rob was gagging and slurping on the cock as Carson pounded the back of his throat.
The Super Bowl was not an exclusive American event. Millions around the world gathered to watch the greatest championship game of all time. The Cartel’s annual Super Bowl was definitely the most elegant and expensive super bowl party of them all. Some of the richest gay men in the world watch and celebrated the game. Most were more interested in the players than actually the game itself.
Walking among and serving those rich gay men were actual pro-football players. 29 of the hottest, sexiest players from each NFL team, except for the two teams playing in the Super Bowl, served and entertained the elite party goers . Those macho, stereotypical alpha jocks wore nothing but their team helmets, shoulder pads, and solid gold athletic cups over their cocks.
“You outdid yourself this year, Charles,” a wasted billionaire congratulated the chairman of the cartel on the party.
“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself, Rupert,” the middle aged, elegant man responded.
“Yes, I’m enjoying myself completely,” the billionaire had a half naked football player on each side of him.
Neither normally straight football player protested as the billionaire ran his hands over their tight bare asses. The two linebackers were actual brothers, who were famous for their chisel abs and tight, well defined buttocks. The Bosa brothers could only smile and giggle dummy as they were felt up and groped.
“I would love to take them home. I am renovating a castle in France that has an actual medieval dungeon. Definitely would like to break it in with those two beauties,” the older billionaire laughed as he slapped both Linebackers' large asses.
“That might be arranged. However, they would need to be returned in time for next season practice, with no visible, or long lasting damage,” Charles Giles laughed.
“I can’t guarantee that,” Rupert laughed as he pushed a finger into Nick and Joey’s tight jock holes.
Both football players grunted and raised up on their bare toes.
The chairman smiled, “please excuse me. I see someone I need to talk to. Please continue to enjoy them. I can send my assistant over to make arrangements if you want to take those boys home for a few months.”
“Yes, yes, please do,” the shorter, older man led the two muscles bound, tall jocks away.
“Carson,” Charles Giles approached the agent who was adjusting two of the football players’ gold cups. “You did well.”
“Thank you, sir,” Carson turned around nervously. “Sir, let me introduce you to Rob and Dustin, two of my clients.”
The Chairman of the most powerful and secretive organization in the world looked the two muscle jocks over. Their eyes were blank as they peered out from their helmets. Their bodies were chisel like Greek gods and completely smooth. Dustin, the running back, was shorter than Rob with a compact body built for speed and plowing through defensive lines. They were both handsome and masculine. One could even smell the testosterone oozing from them as they stood before the fully dressed men.
“I've been waiting for those two to visit our Super Bowl parties,” the chairman boldly stroked Rob’s chisel abs.
The tight end didn’t move or protest as the older man traced the deep valleys of his abs.
“This is the first time Rob has not played in the super bowl in the last few years. And Dustin went to the Super Bowl last year. A remarkable feat for his rookie year,” Carson edgy chimed in.
“Turn around,” the Chairman ordered, ignoring Carson.
Rob and Dustin obediently turned around and presented their wide v-shape back and full muscular ass. Both jocks’ asses were tight and round. The chairman stepped closer to them and gripped both men's perfect asses.
“Bend over and touch your toes,” the older man ordered.
Without questions, both muscle gods leaned forward, bending themselves in half as they touched their bare toes. Their large asses were pushed out toward the Chairman. The thick cords of muscles in their hamstrings flexed as they bent over. The chairman moved his hands down the deep valley between their plump ass cheeks until he reached their jockpussies. Their holes were shaved smooth and lubed only minutes before the party. Both large men grunted as the Chairman pushed his fat fingers into them.
“Yes, very nice and tight,” the chairman commented as he stroked their insides.
“Straight virgins, sir. Prime all American jocks,” Carson spoke up.
“I think the Emir would enjoy Rob here,” the chairman stated as he pushed a second finger into each man.
“The Russian mob boss would definitely like Dustin, here,” the chairman was interrupted with more grunts coming from Rob and Dustin as he spread his fingers inside their tight holes. “Both would fetch a million dollars for a month each. Rupert might even be interested in trying them out in his dungeon.” The chairman laughed.
Carson was surprised when he saw the older man undoing his pants and pulling out a thick cock. The chairman then grabbed Dustin’s chisel waist and roughly pushed into the tight jockpussy. Dustin groaned loud as the chairman pushed deeper into him. The chairman pulled half way out and thrusted back in. Dustin’s eyes were tightly closed but he offer no resistance as he was fucked hard.
The chairman wasn’t the only one enjoying the hot pro football players. The game was virtually forgotten as the rich men were using the hot alpha jocks. A smooth sexy black running back was bent over a table as he was being fucked from both ends. His thick lips were wrapped around a white cock while an Arabic man in traditional robes was behind the football player slamming in and out of him. Rupert had both jock brothers on their knees sharing his thick cock. The party had evolved into a full out orgy. Carson was so horny that he could resist throwing the bigger, stronger Rob on his back on a table and ramming into him.
2022-01-20 02:08:16 +0000 UTC
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Ultimate World Wrestling Federation - Roman Reigns
“I said No! I won’t wrestle for that new wrestling federation. I’m at the top of my career with the WWF. That Ultimate World Wrestling Federation is for has beens,” Roman Reigns yelled at his agent over his cellphone as walked toward his Uber car.
Roman hung up and pulled on his mask as he got into the back seat of the car. He almost laughed as he saw the weird looking mask the driver was wearing. He knows COVID is serious and he always wore his mask in public, but the strange breathing apparatus the driver was wearing was a bit too much.
As the driver started to drive to Roman’s destination, Roman noticed the man kept looking through his rear view mirror toward him.
“I’m sorry, but are you,” the driver finally asked.
Roman smiled through his face mask, “Yes, I am.”
“Damn, Roman Reigns in my car. Who would have thought,” the driver gleefully responded.
“You a fan,” Roman asked.
“Yes, very much. Not much into pro wrestling but definitely a fan of your body,” the driver winked through the mirror.
Roman smirked but thought the statement was weird. Suddenly the inside of the car started to fill with smoke. Roman panicked and tried to reach for the door handle but found the door locked and there were no buttons to unlock the door or roll down the window.
“What the fuck,” Roman yelled in his deep voice.
The driver's eyes were watching him through the mirror, as Roman struggled to breathe. His own cloth mask offered no protection from breathing in the gas. Roman’s eyes rolled back into his head and he fell sideways on to the seat beside him.
“Night, night, Mr. Reigns,” the driver laughed.
The driver pulled into a secluded parking lot and rolled down the windows to let the gas out of the car. Once the air was cleared, he took off his mask, got out of the car and got into the backseat with his prey. He lifted the out cold pro-wrestler’s head with his long black hair. He then ran his hands over Roman’s thick bulging arms. The biceps stretched the black tshirt’s short sleeves. The driver then lifted up the shirt to reveal Roman’s chisel abs. He pulled the shirt off over the star pro-wrestlers smooth torso. The driver couldn’t resist from tracing his hand over the tattoo that adored Roman’s right pectoral and muscular arm.
“Man, you are so beautiful,” the driver whispered as he moved his hand down to the black leather pants.
Roman could only grunt in his passed out state. The driver opened Roman Reigns pants and peeled them down the wrestler's thick thighs. He then smiled as he ran his hands over the large bulge in Roman’s small black briefs.
“Yes, the audience is going to love you,” the driver pulled the leather pants over Roman’s heavy black boots.
The driver then pulled Roman Reign from the back of the car, and tossed the muscular wrestler over his shoulders. He couldn’t resist running his hands over the muscular ass cheeks as he carried the out cold prize around the car. The driver opened the trunk and dropped Roman into it before closing the hood.
“GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION. TONIGHT WE HAVE ONE OF THE GREATS OF PRO WRESTLING, A CHAMPION. ROMAN REIGNS .”
There was loud applause and cheers as the spotlight shines on the center of the ring where Roman Reigns stood in his trademark gear of black vest, black leather pants. His torso was oiled and freshly shaved smooth. Roman was told before the show that if he wrestled and won he would be freed. He raised his muscular arms, showing off his perfect body. The audience cheered louder.
“ROMAN REIGNS WILL BE WRESTLING OUR OWN WITCHDOCTOR.” The announcer’s voice blared over the speakers as the audience cheered louder.
Roman thought it was a joke as the skinny, elderly man came dancing out on the stage and walked down the ramp toward the ring. The Witch Doctor was dressed like an African witch doctor, in a feathered headdress, collar of bones, and a fur loincloth. Roman towered over the puny old man before him
The ref called both men to the center of the ring, “gentlemen, the rules of Ultimate Wrestling are simply. There are no rules. The winner takes all. Now let's fight.”
Roman was surprised by what he heard. What does winner take all mean? Before he could ask or protest, he was slammed with a kick to his groin.
“Ofgh,” the air was knocked out of Roman as he doubled over.
The Witch doctor ran around the ring, dancing. Roman was taken off guard and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. However, he couldn’t keep up with the smaller man. He feels sluggish and every time he tries to deliver a blow the Witch Doctor moves and he misses. Finally Roman grabbed the Witch Doctor by the collar and lifted him up off his feet. The Witch Doctor merely laughed as his legs swung in the air. Roman looked oddly at the small man when suddenly the Witch Doctor blew a fine powder into his face. Roman dropped the small man and grabbed his face. As the powerful wrestler breathed in the powder, the Witch Doctor delivered a blow to his tight abs, causing Roman to drop over. The Witch Doctor grabbed Roman by his long black hair and dragged the bigger man around the ring to the cheers of the audience. Tears ran down Roman’s face, as he tried to think and fight, but his mind was so cloudy and he couldn’t focus.
“Fuck him, Fuck him,” the audience began to chat.
The Witch Doctor pulled Roman down on his knees in front of him, and lifted his loincloth. Roman’s eyes widened, he had never seen a cock that big before. He tried to pull away. He tried to protest that he wasn’t gay, but the Witch Doctor gripped his hair and pushed his cock into Roman’s mouth. The audience cheered louder. Roman gagged on the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat. Tears ran down the masculine athlete’s face while he drool on the thick cock. The Witch Doctor seem to be encouraged by the audience and he fucked Roman mouth harder. Roman’s thick, hard muscles were useless as he found that he was unable to move them. The Witch Doctor pushed his long cock as far down Roman Reigns’ throat as he could and held a tight grip on the larger man’s head. Roman looked up at the old man as the Witch Doctor grunted loud. The audience was standing, cheering as the old man came deep into the pro-wrestler. Roman had little choice but to swallow what felt like a gallon of cum. Unable to breathe, Roman passed out. To roaring applause, the Witch Doctor pulled out Roman's mouth and dropped the pro-wrestler face down on the floor.
Roman came to a breeze hitting his smooth muscular ass. While Roman was out, the Witch Doctor ripped the leather pants open, revealing Roman’s smooth, flawless ass. The audience was going wild in excitement. The witch doctor was slapping each plump ass cheek like drums.
“Please, no,” Roman cried.
A line of the Witch Doctor’s cum ran from Roman’s lips.
“Good you up,” the Witch Doctor crackled as he mounted the pro-wrestler.
The Witch Doctor climbed on top of Roman’s hard, muscular body and pushed his cock between the flawless ass cheeks, penetrating the champion pro wrestler’s ass. Roman could only grunted as he was ripped open and impaled. The Witch Doctor started to move in and out, hard and deep. As Roman’s ass was stretched and his prostate was rammed his pain faded and was replaced with pure pleasure. His groans and moans were loud and edged the cheering audience on. The Witch Doctor grabbed Roman’s head by his hair, lifting it up to show the audience the look of pleasure on Roman’s face. As he was being plowed deep, the muscular, alpha wrestler couldn’t keep himself from cumming. The cum was being fucked out of him to the delight of the spectators.
2022-01-17 23:38:52 +0000 UTC
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STUDFINDR APP
“Great set,” Nancy smiled as she checked out Amir’s ass in his workout tights,.
Amir had just finished his last squat rep and returned the bar to the rack.
“Thanks,” he smiled at the big breasted female trainer.
They have been flirting with each other everyday since Nancy joined the staff at the downtown gym. Amir unfastened his weight belt, and noticed Nancy’s eyes were on his big pecs. The loose stinger shirt did nothing to cover up his oversized, smooth pecs and pert nipples.
“When you get off work,” Amir leaned against the squat station and flexed his pecs.
Nancy definitely noticed the big slabs of meat bouncing. “In thirty minutes,” she replied as she reached out and ran her long fingernails over his tan left pectoral.
“You want to buy me coffee?”
Amir felt his cock stirring in his briefs and workout tights. “Definitely, and maybe desert later,” he winked.
Nancy patted him on the mountainous shoulder and walked away, “I see you up front in thirty minutes.”
“It’s a date,” Amir responded as he watched Nancy’s booty in the tight yoga pants walking away.
Amir put up his weights and headed toward the locker room to shower and change.
From the elliptical machines, Harold was watching Amir’s and Nancy’s conversation but instead of being focused on Nancy’s voluptuous curves he was admiring Amir’s hard muscles. The middle aged man had a thing for middle eastern bearded bodybuilder’s and Amir fits his bill. The bodybuilder’s workout tights were displaying his massive quads and large powerful ass. It was mouthwatering as Amir walked toward the locker room, the massive glutes flexing as he moves. The bulge in the front of the tights were impressive and made Harold so horny. As his eyes moved up the huge upper body, the large arms and wide shoulder and backs, Harold daydreamed about sucking on those massive pecs. His daydream was interrupted by a ding from his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw the STUDFINDR app had sent him a notification. Harold opened the app,
“One of our studboys is in your vicinity. Click on view to see him. Click activate if you want to use him for your pleasure”
Harold couldn’t believe his eyes when he clicked the view option and the profile came up on his phone screen. He didn’t hesitate to click activate.
In the locker room, Amir had just stripped out of his clothes and was about to jump into the shower, when his phone beeped as well. He picked it up and saw the app notification. He had no idea how the STUDFINDR app got on his phone. He had deleted it three times and each time it was restored overnight. He wanted to ignore it but found his fingers tapping on the notification. The screen of his phone flashed into his dark brown eyes and he suddenly felt relaxed.
“Your master wants to fuck you. It feel so good to obey and get fucked by another man. Your master will fuck you in the last shower stall in five minutes.”
The notification went away, leaving Amir staring at the phone. His eyes glazed over as his mind went blank. He didn’t bother wrapping the towel around his chisel waist and he walked naked toward the showers. He felt blissfully relaxed and horny as his 6”, thick cock stood straight out from him as he walked. All thought of Nancy and her big tits and booty was gone from his mind as he opened the curtain to the last shower stall.
Five minutes had passed with Harold waiting nervously, when he got the second notification.
“Your stud is ready in the last shower stall at your gym as you request.”
Harold eagerly made his way to the locker room and showers. As He hurriedly took off his clothes, he saw Amir’s clothes, shoes and towel discarded on the floor of the locker room. He couldn’t resist picking up Amir’s black briefs and taking a sniff of it. He could smell the manly musk on them. Harold’s cock was so hard. He made his way to the last shower stall. He could hear the shower water running as he approached the stall. Taking a deep breath, Harold pulled the curtain open. Amir looked so beautiful standing in the stall before him. The water was cascading over the bodybuilder’s huge muscles as he stood in profile, facing the shower head. The water bested down on his huge pecs, and chisel 8 pack. Amir turned his head toward Harold but he didn’t say a word. Harold then squeezed into the stall behind the bodybuilder. He began to run his hands over the wet, wide back, feeling the hard shredded muscles under his hands. Amir let out a low groan while he continued to stand under the running water. Harold had fantasized so often about doing this to a man like Amir. Now he had a sexy muscle god under his control, even though briefly. Harold reached around Amir’s wide torso and found the soap. He began to lather his hands and returned to washing the perfect v shape back. Harold worked his hands down back to Amir’s round, full ass. He gripped the powerful glutes and squeezed and kneaded the flawless cheeks. Amir was smooth from the neck down in preparation for his next show.
“Turn around,” Harold whispered.
Without any hesitation, Amir turned around to face his worshipper. Harold loved the control he had over the muscle god before him. He ran his soapy hands over the huge pecs, cupping and squeezing them. They were meaty and flawless. Harold dreamed of his moment, as he leaned in and took the left nipple into his mouth. He bite, nibbles and sucks on the nipple causing Amir to moan. Amir didn’t try to pull away as he just stood there. His cock was hard as it poked the smaller man’s softer stomach. Harold kissed across the wide chest to the right nipple and worked on it with his mouth. He reached his arms around the narrow waist and grabbed the muscle packed bubble ass. He squeezed and slapped the firm cheeks as he worked on both nipples. Harold knew he had limited time in controlling and using the bodybuilder and the shower stall was risky for someone to catch them.
“Turn back around and lean against the wall,” the normally shy Harold ordered the muscle stud.
Amir did as he was told. He turned his wide back to face the shower wall. His beautiful muscle ass facing Harold. Harold soaped up his hands again before spreading the firm, tight ass cheeks. He then started to soap up the tight, rosebud hole. Amir lightly groaned as Harold eased his soapy finger into Amir’s man hole. Amir braced himself against the wall as the smaller man moved his finger in and out of the deep canal while stroking his insides. Amir’s mouth was open in a moan while the water ran over his head and body. Harold then pushed in a second finger and tried to spread them to stretch and loosen the bodybuilder’s manpussy. Harold was so hard that he didn’t know how long he could hold out.
Harold pulled his fingers out of Amir and started to lather up his cock. Once his cock was lubed with soap, he gripped Amir’s masculine waist and aimed his cock at the still tight hole. He grunted hard as he pushed into the bodybuilder. Amir was so tight, but felt so good around his cock, as Harold thrust hard in and out of the bodybuilder. He tried to reach around the wide torso and was barely able to grab Amir’s pecs as he rode the monstrous ass. Amir felt only pleasure and he pushed back for more. He flexed his ass muscles around the invading cock, milking it. Harold bit his lips to keep from crying out too loud but it was no use. Instead, he leaned in against Amir’s huge shoulders and bit down on the thick muscles to muffle his scream as he came. He then came hard and long deep inside Amir. He thought he would never stop coming. Harold hasn't came that long and hard in years. Finally he pulled out of Amir’s ass. He smiled as he saw his cum leaking from the ruined ass. Harold smirked as he gave the ass a hard slap before leaving the shower stall.
As he got dressed to leave, Harold saw Amir’s little black briefs laying on the locker room floor. He couldn’t resist from picking them up and taking them with him. Amir had no memory of being fucked as he stepped out of the shower.
“Damn, I must be exhausted from working out and zoned out,” he said to himself as he turned off the cooling water.
Amir walked to the locker room and began to redress. However, he couldn’t find his briefs. He didn’t have time to look for them with Nancy waiting on him, so he decided to go commando.
Harold smiled to himself as he watched Amir walk out of the gym with his arm around Nancy. “Until next time, stud,” Harold smiled and opened the STUDFINDR app.
DO YOU WANT ARABICSTUD AGAIN, the notification ask.
Harold clicks yes.
2022-01-15 02:09:44 +0000 UTC
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The Amazing Sub Spider-Man
Spider-Man swung through the air from one building to another with his web shooter. He has been searching the city for any sign of mischief. His spider senses told him something was definitely wrong. The news was broadcasting that several members of the city police and fire forces, and several players on the city pro football team, were reported missing. The star quarterback, who was reported missing earlier has reappeared but shocked his fans by coming out as gay. He was a notorious womanizer and a publicized homophobe. Two days later it was also reported that he was to marry the billionaire Otto Rottburg. Spider-Man knew of the overweight, unattractive billionaire. Otto had once made an inappropriate advance on Peter Parker. His greasley fat fingers on Peter’s tight ass, freaked the younger man out. He definitely didn’t see why the very handsome and muscular Chad Ehlinger would marry him.
Spider-Man landed on the roof and crotch down as he scanned the city. Spider-Man had tried to contact other superheroes in neighboring cities but oddly none responded. He had heard rumors that Superman and Batman had turned bad and was actually assisting Mastermind in his criminal empire. However, Spider-Man couldn’t believe it was true. He tried contacting Thor and Captain America but neither responded. It was unlike them.
Suddenly, his spider senses picked up on a low frequency wave radiating from the tallest building in the city. Holding out his hand Spider-Man shot out a string of webs and swung toward the tower. When he reached the glass and steel tower he started to climb up the side of the skyscraper toward the penthouse apartment. It was dark inside the penthouse when Spider-Man was able to crawl onto the balcony and entered a luxury two story penthouse.
There were sounds of moans coming from the far corner of the spacious living room. Spider-Man creeped through the dark room toward the noises, when suddenly the lights came on. He found himself staying in a luxurious furnished apartment with rare expensive works of air displayed. To Spider-Man’s surprise he saw his friends Thor and Captain America in the corner where the moans were originating.
“Thor, Cap, I’m so glad to see you both. There is something weird going on . . .” Spider-Man stopped talking and took a closer look at the two superheroes. The god of thunder, naked except for his war helmet over his long blonde mane, had his eyes closed and his mouth open with a look of pure pleasure. To Spider-Man’s horror, he realized that Thor was reaching behind himself and was moving the handle of his magical hammer between his golden tan ass, fucking himself.
“Oh my god, Thor stop! Cap,” Spider-Man turned toward Captain America.
Captain America was naked also except for a half hooded mask over his face and boots on his feet. He was proudly holding his shield with his left arm while his right hand was wrapped around his hard throbbing cock jacking himself off. Spider-Man could hear the faint humming sound coming from Steve Austin’s muscular ass. Both superheroes were sweating heavily as their hard cocks were leaking pre-cum. Their hard, sculpted muscles were flexing as they worked their cocks and fuck themselves.
“I’m afraid you are too late to save them, Spider-Man,” a voice echoed through the room.
Spider-Man sprung around and came face to face with the supervillain Mastermind. The average looking man appeared to be no threat to a superhero as he stood in his long robes before the web swinger.
“Let them go now, mastermind,” Spider-Man tried to be intimidating in the deepest voice he could muster.
However, the supervillain just laughed and looked the compact, lith superhero straight in the eyes.
Spider-Man aimed his web shooter and fired. However, at the last minute his vision grew bury and missed. Knowing that he was in trouble, he tried to make his way to the balcony to escape. However, it was too late. There was a low humming radiating from Mastermind and Spider-Man found himself stopping in his tracks. Spider-Man’s mind went blank.
“Just relax, Spider-Man. It feels so good to relax,” Mastermind’s voice seemed to come from Spider-Man’s own head as the hero started to feel blissfully relaxed.
“Turn around Spider-Man.”
Spider-Man turned and found Mastermind’s robe open and the villain standing naked. Mastermind’s cock was standing straight out toward Spider-Man. It was the biggest cock the younger man had ever seen and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
Mastermind’s voice was so calming, “you can’t take your eyes off of it. It is so perfect that it becomes the most important thing in your life. All you can think about is how good it would be to worship it.”
“Yesss,” Spider-Man moaned as he watched Mastermind’s thick cock swing side to side.
Mastermind moved closer and touched Spider-Man’s shorter, but compacted body. The evil villain stroked the firm, tight muscles under the spandex suit, “I want you to go into a deep sleep. While you sleep I want you to dream about being my submissive slave. You will dream about serving me and getting fucked by me. You will dream how good it feels to have my cock up your sexy, tight bubble ass.”
“Yesss,” Spider-Man moaned sleepily before his body collapsed into Mastermind’s arms.
Mastermind laughed as he lifted Spider-Man’s sleeping body over his right shoulder and carried the helpless hero up the penthouse’s steps to the bedroom. He couldn’t resist stroking the beautiful spandex covered ass draped over his shoulder. It was so flawless and round. Mastermind couldn’t wait to fuck that tight boypussy as he teased spidery’s hole through the suit. Once he reached the bedroom, Mastermind flopped his latest prize down on the bed. Spider-Man looked so sexy spread out on the bed, in the revealing spandex suit. Spider-Man was sporting a nice healthy bulging in his crotch as the hero continued to dream of getting fucked by the supervillain.
“Well, you look very content,” Mastermind laughed as he reached down and stroked the tube shape outline through the suit.
“Ugh,” Spider-Man moaned as his cock was rubbed.
“Now let see, who u really are, spidery,” Mastermind saddled Spider-Man’s muscular legs and ran his hands over the cobblestone 8 pack that was visible through the tight suit. The spandex clinged to every deep chisel valley and curve. The villain continued his hands up the compact body, over the firm pecs until he found the seam of the face mask hood. He took his time peeling it up over the youthful face, pouty full lips, and over Spider-Man’s head.
“Well, well, isn’t it not the sexy Peter Parker,” Mastermind throws the hooded mask on the bed.
Spider-Man/Peter Parker just moaned in response. Peter slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the Mastermind.
“Master,” Peter moaned in loving devotion.
Mastermind smiled down at his new prize. He stood up and gripped Peter’s hand. In complete obedience Peter Parker slid down on to his knees. He didn’t care that his disguise had been removed. He just looked up at his new master towering over him as he opened his mouth and took this first cock into his mouth. Peter began to gag on the cock but his own inability to breathe was of no importance. He tried to take as much of the cock down his throat as possible. Mastermind gripped Peter’s head and guided it on and off his cock. Peter was coating the cock with saliva as he worked his tongue and mouth over the thick cock. All thoughts of his straight life were gone as his own cock throb in his tight spandex suit. It wanted to be free badly, to cum.
Finally Mastermind pulled Spider-Man off his cock. A long line of drools ran from Peter’s lips to Mastermind’s cockhead. Peter looked up at his master concerned. He wanted only to please his master. The supervillain lifted Spider-Man onto his feet and turned Peter around. With a push on the middle of Spider-Man’s back, Mastermind pushed the hero face down on the bed. Spider-Man's spandex covered ass was so round and tight as Mastermind admired it. He couldn’t resist raising a hand and brought it down hard on the firm, round left ass cheek. Spider-Man cried out, “please,” as he kicked his legs out. Mastermind laughed as he then slapped the other cheek. Peter was grinding his crotch into the mattress with each slap on his ass. The Mastermind then picked up an ancient ritual knife from the side table. Spider-Man/Peter Parker remained face down on the bed as his master began to cut his costume open between his round, plump ass cheeks. Pulling open the suit, Mastermind exposed Peter Parker’s deep valley and smooth boypussy. Spider-Man eagerly spread his legs at the feeling of breeze against his virgin ass.
Peter pushed his ass into the air as he beg, “please fuck me.”
Spider-Man wanted to relive his dream. The former superhero needed Mastermind’s cock inside him. Mastermind smiled as he aimed his cock toward the virgin boypussy. “Just relax and surrender completely to me. You will feel only pleasure just like you did in your dream,” Mastermind whispered as he pushed into Spider-Man.
“Oh, fuck, feels so good,” Peter cried out as he was penetrated for the first time.
He pushed back as his master pulled out and thrusted back in. Peter’s prostate was being pounded over and over, causing Spider-Man’s trap cock to leak and throbbing harder.
“When you cum, you will be completely mine. You live to serve and obey me. Your body and superpowers serve me and only me,” Mastermind slammed in and out of the younger man’s tight, sexy body.
“Yesss, master,” Peter cried out.
“Good, cum for me,” Mastermind thrust all the way into Spider-Man.
“Fffuck, yes, master,” Peter cried out as he started to cum over and over in his Spider-Man suit.
His tight anal muscles clamped down on the supervillain’s cock, milking it.
2022-01-14 02:42:39 +0000 UTC
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Deputy Wilcox
In his uniform, Deputy Jeremy Wilcox was the stereotypical alpha male, big, strong, confident, and in control. He reeked of authority as he strutted around in his uniform. His large muscles bulge and flex as he moves. On duty he was always in control and in charge. Few gave him any bullshit or trouble. Wilcox was stern and confident, even arrogant, with an air superiority about him. His voice was deep and masculine. His whole persona was intimidating.
However, when he was off duty and out of his uniform, there was a different Jeremy Wilcox. Under his uniform and bulletproof vest, Wilcox was completely smooth from the neck down. Every morning he impeccably inspected himself to make sure there wasn’t a single body hair on his flawless, muscular body. On duty, under his uniform, he wore only jockstraps. The straps were tight as they hugged his large bubble ass. Inside the tight pouch, Officer Wilcox’s impressive cock was locked up in a cockcage. It reminded him, even on duty and in his alpha male mode, he was an owned man. He even had his owner’s initials, DCS, tattooed on his lower back just above his smooth buttocks.
Deputy Wilcox had just gotten off his shift and had worked out for two hours with a couple of his fellow deputies at the gym. His workout partners were amazed how much Wilcox could lift even after a long day shift. He also amazed them by how cool and collected he was.
“What your secret man, you never seem stressed any more,” Officer Boggess asked as Wilcox finished his set.
“Probably from being single,” Wilcox’s police partner Deputy King laughed.
Wilcox finished his set and sat up on the bench, “nah, man, I just learned to let go of being in charge and in control of everything all the time, especially when I’m not at work.”
His two friends knew it wasn’t always the case. Jeremy had anger issues in the past and had been disciplined on numerous occasions. However, after he started seeing the psychologist the department had hired, Wilcox was like another man. He seems more mellow and calm. They even see the change in him while working out. Wilcox was so much more focused and his gains were unreal. He got bigger, more muscular, and stronger.
Wilcox, looked at his watch, “dudes, I have to get going.” He stood up and picked up his gym bag and headed to the locker, “see you two in the morning.”
“Have a good one,” the two friends waved as Jeremy exited the weight room.
As Wilcox stripped out of his workout clothes, an older man couldn’t help but check him out. Jeremy Wilcox’s body was flawless and perfect. The man raised his eyebrows when Wilcox peeled off his shirt and the tattoo on his lower back was revealed. It was very rare to see a muscle god like Wilcox with a tramp stamp tattoo. However, with the tattoo it was hard to take away from the masculinity that Wilcox's body was displaying. Jeremy kept his back to the older man, the wide back made a perfect v, from the massive lats and traps down to the narrow waist. The man couldn’t look away as Wilcox bent over and peeled down his shorts, displaying his smooth ass, framed by his black jockstrap. The big glutes were perfectly round, like two basketballs. The man could even see the smooth, slaved hole peeking out from between the massive ass cheeks. Wilcox stood as he stepped out of the sweaty shorts and opened his locker. When he turned with his uniform in hand, his eyes caught the older man staring. The man, realizing that Wilcox was a deputy sheriff, quickly turned away. However, Wilcox showed no emotion toward the man as he dressed back into his uniform. At one time, the former homophobic straight stud would have been furious and would had publicly embarrass the gay man. Instead, Wilcox just took his time redressing into his uniform, giving the older man a nice view of his muscular body.
Once he was fully dressed in his uniform, Wilcox threw his gym bag over his shoulders and walked out of the locker room. Before leaving though he made sure to give the stranger a wink and smile as he walked out. Wilcox then drove home in his patrol car. A month ago he had moved out of his tiny apartment and into his therapist's large mansion. Wilcox drove his patrol cock up the long driveway and parked it in front of the large house.
Once inside, Wilcox removed his boots at the front door and walked in just his socks up to his room. The furnishings in his room were few but expensive. He didn’t take any of his own belongings, except for a few clothes when he moved out of his apartment. His master had sold most of his belongings. Wikcox learned that he didn’t need much.
In his room, Wilcox once again removed his uniform and carefully hung up his shirt, vest, and pants, and secured his gun and belt in one of the dresser drawers. This time however, he peeled the jockstrap down his large, muscular legs and stepped out of them. He briefly stopped at the mirror to look at himself. His muscles were bigger, and more shredded than it ever was. His blond hair was cut in a high and tight style, popular with police officers and military types and his blue eyes were intense. He loved how the smoothness of his body showed off every sculpted muscle and vascular vein. His entire body was a golden tan, no tanlines was visible. His once thick, proud cock however, looked so tiny in the steel and plastic cage. The old Wilcox would be ashamed of it. Now though his own cock was unimportant. Wilcox went over to the dresser and picked up a tube of lube. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Wilcox then reached behind himself and stroked his own tight hole. He hissed as he pushed the lube finger into his hole. His cock wanted to get hard so bad, but the cockcage kept him from it. Despite his cock’s discomfort he continued to lube his hole. When he got himself prepared, he then exited the room and made his way back downstairs. He could hear the classical music coming from the study and made his way into the room.
Dr. Sloan sat in his favorite chair by the grand fireplace, smoking his cigar and reading. Wilcox didn’t say a word as he made his way across the room to the bar and carefully made the Doctor a drink. He could feel Sloan’s eyes in his bare ass as he made the drink. Wilcox started to feel the discomfort of the cage as his cock stirred. After he made the drink, he then walked over to his master and knelt before him. Dr. Sloan put down his book and took the drink from Wilcox’s hand.
“How was your workout tonight,” the doctor asked, then took a slip of his drink.
“Good, sir,” Wilcox answered as his hands moved to the doctor’s robe and opened it.
The doctor smiled down at the muscular blonde deputy kneeling naked before him. Wilcox looked at the doctor’s thick cock in awe and devotion as he stroked it with his large fist. The deputy then opened his mouth to a perfect O shape and took the cock into his mouth. Wilcox was literally purring over the cock as he began to worship it. All day, in the back of the deputy’s mind, he was waiting for this moment. He took the cock deep into his mouth and pulled off of it. He then worked his tongue over the thick meat, before once again swallowing it. The doctor put down his drink and gripped Wilcox’s high and tight cut hair with one hand. He loved the feel of the bristles of the buzzed hair against his hand as he guided the deputy on and off his cock. Wilcox’s blue eyes looked up at him searching for approval and in lust as his head bobbed on and off the doctor’s cock. The first time he saw Deputy Jeremy Wilcox, Dr. Sloan knew the police officer’s mouth would be a nice cocksucking mouth after the proper training.
The doctor then pulled a key chain from around his neck. Seeing the key to his cockcage, Wilcox pulled his mouth off of the cock and stood up. He placed his hands behind his back and stood motionlessly as Sloan found the key and began to unlock the steel device around his cock. When the cage fell to the floor, Wilcox’s cock grew full mast and rock hard. The doctor then stood up and took the muscle blonde police officer by the hand and led him over to a large round ottoman that stood in the center of the study. Wilcox’s cock was standing straight ahead, leaking. He didn’t need to be told what to do. He got on the ottoman on all four. His powerful, thick’s legs were wide showing off his smooth cop pussy. Wilcox then pressed his head down and spread his arms until his large chest was flat on the ottoman and his ass was in the air. The doctor moved behind him and pressed his cock at the opened hole. Wilcox moaned loud in pleasure as the doctor’s large cock pushed into him.
“Thank you, sir,” his voice was masculine even as he was getting pounded from behind.
The doctor pulled out and thrust back in hard and deep. Wilcox’s groans filled the room as he pushed back for more. His own thick cock was bouncing as his prostate was rammed over and over.
Dr. Sloan was enjoying Wilcox’s tightness. He pushed all the way into the deputy sheriff’s manpussy and then whispered into Wilcox’s hole. “Cum for me.”
Wilcox let out a loud deep moan and came hard. As he came his ass muscles clamp down on the doctor’s cock and milked it. The doctor let out a grunt and quickly followed Wilcox, filling his ass with his cum. When he pulled out of Wilcox, the deputy sheriff slid off the ottoman and down onto his knees. Wilcox then licked the doctor’s cock clean.
Wilcox looked up at the doctor and once again in his deep voice, “thank you, master.”
2022-01-12 01:41:49 +0000 UTC
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Wrestler pinned
The audience cheered as Colin easily dominated his opponent and pinned him on the mat. He jumped to his feet at the buzzer and flexed his thick, sweaty muscles to the cheers of standing his fans and family. The ref gripped his right hand and lifted his arm to declare him the winner. Colin then confidently strutted off the match. As he walked his muscles were flexing and stretching the tight university singlet. Every sexy, hard curve was being shown off. He radiated confidence and even cockiness. His teammates called him the beast for his animal-like focus on the mat and his toughness, even roughness on taking down any opponent.
Off the mat, Colin was greeted by Coach Byers, who gave him a slap on his wide shredded back, congratulating him. Three other men were beside the coach, holding out their hands to congratulate him on another win. Colin didn’t know them but shook each man’s hand. However, one of the men reached for Colin’s full, package crotch instead of his hand. Colin gripped the man’s hand to pull it away as he walked on. If he wasn’t so over thrilled with his win he would be mad. Coach Byers came up to him and placed his hand on Colin’s defined, muscular left arm.
“Who are they,” Colin turned to the coach as Byers led him toward the entrance to the locker rooms.
The coach whispered as put his right hand on Colin’s right mountainous shoulder while stroking his huge left bicep, “they just gave the wrestling program a lot of money. You know the university wants to get rid of the program, and We need men like that. Unfortunately, with the kind of money they are giving they are expecting some benefits. Some extra private time with the star of the team.”
Colin turned to his coach, “are you pimping me out now?”
The coach tightened his grip on Colin’s shoulder, “come on now, we both know it is not your first time, let us say, at bull riding.” The coach gave Colin’s muscular ass a pat.
Colin’s ass was a masterpiece as it pushed out the skin tight singlet as the top curvature formed almost a shelf.
“I’m no whore,” Colin hissed in a low whisper.
The coach tightened his grip on the back of the wrestler’s thick neck and slapped the plump ass cheek harder this time, “You are going to do as you are told. Understand? You're going to be a good slut and make them very happy. Understand?”
Colin’s cock was rock hard in his singlet now. His face turned red and was grateful that he was facing the empty tunnel leading to the locker rooms. His thick boy meat was visible through the skin tight spandex as his coach tightened his grip on his neck and roughly slapped his ass.
“Answer me boy,” another slap on the ass.
Colin was afraid he was going to cum right there, “yes, sir.” All of the macho bravo that Colin had in front of his teammates and fans was gone.
A few minutes later, Colin was standing in the coach’s office, still in his singlet and wrestling shoes, in front of the three men in business suits. He was humiliated but rock hard as the men inspected him and talked about how hot and sexy he was.
“Looks like he is enjoying being checked out by other men,” one of the men laughed as he boldly gripped the tube-like outline of Colin’s cock through the singlet.
Colin closed his eyes, wishing his cock would stop betraying him.
“Definitely looks like he is enjoying it,” another man laughed.
“You have a girlfriend,” the third man asked.
Colin wanted to refuse to answer.
“Answer him,” the coach barked from his desk behind the three men.
The coach’s voice made Colin’s cock jump. “Yes, sir. I have a girlfriend,” Colin answered.
“Bet she likes that cock,” as the man stroking Colin’s cock replied.
“Bet she screams when you stick that cock in her,” the third man laughed.
They knew they were humiliating the tough muscle wrestler but they also knew they were making Colin more turn on. The men were circling him, groping and feeling up his muscular body.
“I don’t know how his girl feels, but I know I definitely like that body,” the second man was freely running his hands over Colin’s muscular, shredded shoulders and upper back. The man even leaned in and licked Colin’s cannon ball size left deltoid muscle.
“He tastes good too.” The men laugh.
They then started easing the shoulder straps of the singlet off the mountainous shoulders. Colin pulled his arms out of the singlet as they pulled it down to his chisel narrow waist. Two of the men were standing in front of him and they both grabbed hold of a large pec. The men began to squeeze the huge slabs of muscles.
“Damn, those are some nice tits, boy,” one of the men said before pressing his face between the pecs and licking the patch of hair that grew there.
The man behind Colin was rubbing and stroking the wide, ripped back down to the narrow lower back. Colin was breathing heavily. He is far from the beast that his teammates think he was , their team alpha captain. Deep down he knew men his age are competition for the attention of older men. He dominates his opponents the way he wishes he were dominated by men.
The three men continue to peel Colin’s singlet down and over his firm bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of black, tight spandex wrestling briefs under the singlet that was stretched to its limits. The men pulled the singlet down his thick thighs and powerful calves. They stripped him down to only his briefs and wrestling boots. He wasn’t ashamed of his body at all, he had nothing to be ashamed of. The men were feeling him up, groping him. Colin looked behind the men and saw the coach sitting at his desk, smiling at him. As a jock he wants to make his coach proud. He then found himself kneeling down in the middle of the group of men. The three men towered over him, smiling down at him. They each unzipped their expensive suit pants and pulled out their hard cocks. Colin looked up at the tallest of the three men, the one who stood in front of him. The man grabbed Colin’s by the hair and pulled the wrestler onto his cock. Holding Colin by the hair he roughly fuck the handsome, masculine face. Colin gagged and coughed on the cock. Despite being unable to breathe he was rock hard. The man to the right pulled his hair and pulled him off the first man’s cock. Colin took a short breath before the second man’s cock pushed into his mouth. Tears ran down his face as he wrapped his lips around the cock. Colin’s reached down and stroked his own cock as he was being face fucked. The man to his left got impatient, and pulled Colin off the other man’s cock. They were passing the sexy muscle wrestler among themselves. Colin found himself hungrily sucking each man’s cock. He was so horny. The more the men dominated him the more aroused he was becoming.
Finally they let Colin up on his muscular legs and pulled him over to the coach’s desk. They then started pulling at his wrestling briefs until it started to rip off his muscular body. Colin’s cock popped free and stood straight out, throbbing and leaking.
“Damn, look at that ass,” one of the men slapped the flawless bubble ass before them.
Colin’s ass was definitely a work of art. The men then took turns feeling it up, slapping it. All the while Colin remained rock hard as he was being used. They then pushed him down on the desk and lifted his muscular legs into the air. The taller man moved between those powerful legs and gripped his caligul covered feet.
“Please,” was all that Colin said as the man aimed his cock at his tight little hole.
The man grunted and pushed into him causing Colin to groan and throw back his head.
“Damn, he so fucking tight,” the man groaned as he pushed deeper.
When Colin opened his mouth to moan, one of the other men grabbed his hair and pushed into his mouth. Colin was soon being pounded from both in. The men could see the cock moving up and down his throat through his tight skin and throat muscles. The third man was bending over Colin and was sucking on each of his meaty nipples. All the while, Colin’s cock was bouncing to the rhythm of the pounding against his prostate.
“Please, more,” Colin cried out. His straight, macho facade was collapsing.
Colin tightened his ass muscles, milking the cock deep inside him. The taller man was fucking him harder and faster.
“Fffuck,” the man finally yelled and came hard inside Colin.
He pulled out and was quickly replaced by another man. A new cock was pushed into his manpussy and another one into his mouth. The men were taking turns fucking him. He wrapped his powerful legs around each man pulling them into him to encourage them to fuck him harder and deeper. After each man had come in his ass and mouth, it was then the coach’s turn. Coach Byers moved between the thick legs and pushed his cock into the ruined hole. Looking at his coach, Colin couldn’t hold out anymore. He cried out and shot his load high into the air. The large gobs of cum landed on his face and hair.
2022-01-11 02:50:53 +0000 UTC
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I was sitting at my favorite outdoor cafe, slipping a sweet moscato, when I saw him walk into the brick courtyard. Brandon was hard to miss being 6’4 and built like a brick house. I couldn’t help but admire him, as the host escorted him to his table. He was stylish in his black Tailor Athletic pants and button up shirt. The pants showed off his thick legs and tight, round ass. The black dress shirt hugged his powerful arms and large sculpted pecs.
“I’m waiting for someone,” his voice was masculine and deep.
“Certain, sir,” the handsome host smiled as he checked him out.
I don’t blame him. He was very attractive and nice to look at with his Greek god appearance, strong jawline and dark hair and eyes. I continued to slip my wine as he waited. The restaurant slowly cleared out, and he grew impatient. Fiften minutes past, then twenty minutes and his date still haven’t showed up. The muscular god kept looking at his watch and fridging with the cuffs of his sleeves. Brandon stretched out his long legs, showing off his polish black dress shoes and the skin of his ankles. He wasn’t used to being stood up. Men like him never are. I almost felt sorry for him. The date he made with the hot blonde he met at the gym wasn't going to happen. For the first time in his life he was going to be stood up. I had arranged for Selena to flirt with Brandon at the gym. It wasn’t had for her to get the sexy muscle stud eating out of her hands. After she gave him a sample in the gym restroom of what he would receive, Brandon readily agreed to go on a date with her at the restaurant. He usually would never wait on a girl but Selena was very good.
Kevin, the handsome waiter with a nice tight round ass, approached him and asked if wanted anything to drink. “Water,” he barked, his impatience growing.
Brandon looked toward me and noticed that I was watching him. He didn’t recognize me from the gym and gave a displeased look toward me. He wasn’t in the mood for a fag to be staring at him. He looked at his watch again. I know he wasn’t going to stay much longer. Kevin returned with his water and a glass of the restaurant’s best wine and placed it on the table before him.
“What this,” Brandon looked at the glass.
“A gift from Dr. Sloan,” Kevin nodded toward me.
Brandon looked at me as I raised my glass in a toast. Before he could tell Kevin to take it back, the waiter had moved away. Brandon snared toward me, but took a drink of the wine. However, instead of intimidating me with his look, I rose from my table.
“It looks like we are both alone. Care if I join you,” I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down before he could answer.
“I’m leaving,” Brandon took another slip of the wine and started to stand up. However, he started to feel dizzy and found himself sitting back down.
“Now, now. You don’t want to be rude,” I took a slip of my wine.
“What's going on? Who are you,” Brandon blinked. “What do you want?”
Brandon found it hard to think as his head spun.
“Ssshh, don’t worry your pretty head. Everything is going to be ok,” I placed my hand on his thick left thigh.
His legs were firm as granite as I moved my hand up his leg toward his impressive package.
“It is such a shame that Selena stood you up. Women can’t be trusted.”
Brandon’s large arms fell limp at his side as his handsome head fell backwards. I smiled and finished my wine. His mouth hung open and a line of drool began to run down to his chiseled chin. I lifted his left hand and let it drop. He was completely out of it.
I signed to the host and Kevin to close the restaurant, while I moved my chair closer to him.
“Brandon can you hear me,” I whispered as I started to unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
“Yesss,” he mumbled, half awake.
“Good, you're going to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. You trust me completely. You understand,” I opened his satin shirt further.
“Yess,” he replied.
“Women can’t be trusted. They are bad and you have no use for them,” I popped another button on his shirt.
“Women can’t be trusted,” Brandon repleted.
“Women never really satisfy you. They are weak, soft. You like using them but deep down you know that you have never been truly satisfied by a woman,” I spread his satin shirt and felt up his smooth, large pecs.
“Women never satisfy me,” Brandon repleted.
“You feel my hand on your hard muscles. It feels so different then a woman’s hand. My touch is stronger, rougher. It matches your body, strong, powerful. My touch turns you on so much,” I ran my hand over his pecs, stroking the sensitive nipples.
“Yeesss, feel so much better,” he moaned.
His bulge was obscenely under the table. I moved my right hand up to the back of his neck and started to rub and squeeze the thick cords of muscles. He let out a low moan. I then moved my left hand down to his crotch and squeezed his hardon through the tight dress pants. He started to breathe heavier.
“Yes, feel so much better,” I whispered close to his ear. I gently blew on his earlobe while I stroked just below his left ear.
“Yesss,” he moaned.
Owning the restaurant has its benefits, no one bothers us as I send the big muscle stud deeper under my control. I squeezed and kneaded on his full crotch. He was so fucking horny.
“I want you to close your eyes and dream of how good it was to get fucked by another man. Feeling a man’s strong, rough hands feeling you up, dominating you. It is the most thrilling and erotic way to be worshipped by another man. You built your body to be strong, powerful, not to impress women. Women can’t truly appreciate all the hard work you put into it. But men can truly appreciate it. Plato called the love between two men the purest love.”
Brandon let out a low groan as he fell asleep beside me. I signal Kevin over. The waiter looked at the out cold muscle stud beside me and then to me.
“Another glass of moscato, please,” I smiled.
Kevin again looked at my helpless stud and back at me, “yes, sir.”
I continued to rub Brandon’s hard throbbing cock through his pants as he slept. He was dreaming of me dominating and fucking him. He let out a few low, masculine moans.
When Kevin returned with my glass, I noticed his eyes looking at the thick tube shape bulge leaning toward Brandon’s right thigh.
“Go ahead touch it,” I smiled.
Kevin looked at me and back at the hard cock outline. He nervously reached out and wrapped his fist around it, and began to stroke the outline. Brandon groaned and turned his head side to side. Kevin looked at me, looking for approval.
“Go ahead,” I smiled and took a slip of my favorite wine.
Kevin slid down on his knees and then unzipped Brandon’s tight black pants, revealing the tight white cotton briefs. Kevin fished out the thick fat cock from its imprisonment. Selena had told me that it was a shame that no woman would ever again have the pleasure of Brandon’s magnificent cock. It was indeed very impressive. Kevin looked hungrily at it before opening his mouth and taking the 8x6 cock into his mouth. Brandon let out a deeper and longer moan as Kevin began to suck and nurse on the thick cock. His eyes fluttered open. He looked down at Kevin, on his knees with Brandon’s cock in his mouth. He then let out another long deep moan. He turned his head to me and his eyes were filled with lust. I placed my hand on the back of his thick neck, pulling him into a kiss. His mouth opened as he kissed another man for the first time. Our tongues explored each other’s, wrestling for control. He ever experienced anything like that. It wasn’t the passive kiss that he used too when he kissed a woman. It was a dominant, masculine kiss. My hand slipped down his shirt, pulling it open. His torso was chisel and smooth, with sculpted cobblestone abs. I roughly pulled his shirt off his broad shoulders, down his huge arms. His skin was tight and flawless. I pulled out of the kiss and kissed and nibbled down his thick neck causing him to moan. He always had to be the lead, the aggressor but it felt so good to him to be the passive one for change.
Keven was expertly deep throating the thick cock all the way to the base. Without taking his mouth from the cock, he pulled at Brandon’s pants and briefs. Brandon lifted his hips to allow the waiter to peel the pants down the thick, solid thighs. With a firm grip on the back of his neck, I then guided Brandon’s head down toward my lap. He didn’t think as he found himself nervously flobbing with my zipper and pants. He swallowed hard as my cock popped free. With a firm hand in the back of his neck I pulled his head down to my cock. He obediently opened his mouth and took my cock into it. He found himself instinctively knowing what and how to please a man. He worked his tongue over my cock, paying attention to the thick vien.
I couldn’t wait to plow that Greek god ass. He had work on it hard at the gym, building it with heavy, deep squats and it deserved to be worshipped and fucked. I gripped his hair and pulled him off my cock. A long line of drool ran from his sexy lips to my cock head. I then pulled Brandon to his feet.
“Kevin, rim his ass, get it wet and loose,” I ordered as I bent Brandon over and pushed my cock back into his mouth.
Kevin spread the tight muscular ass cheeks and buried his face between them. Brandon let out a moan over my cock. It was the first time his virgin manpussy was rimmed and he was in ecstasy. Once my cock was coated with his drool and his ass was loose with Kevin’s saliva, I bent him over the table and outed his muscle pussy. He grunted loud as I pushed through his outer ring and began to plow him. When my cock pounded his prostate, he threw his head back as his eyes rolled back into his head. He never experienced anything like that before. I continued to thrust in and out of him, as I fucked his straight, alpha facade out of him.
2022-01-10 01:43:35 +0000 UTC
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THE DOCTOR’S ASSISTANT
When Martin was in college playing sports and studying business he never thought he would end up as a receptionist for a psychologist. He had dreams of being a high paid executive at a major firm. However, he was desperate upon graduating and needed a job. When he saw the advertisement for a job at Dr. Davis Sloan’s office, Martin decided to apply. He believed it would be only temporary until something better came up. He arrived for his appointment on time and wore his best suit, which however was a little tight on his muscular physique. His pants hugged his big bubble ass and the suit jacket was stretched over his bulging arms. As soon as he walked into the office and greeted the doctor, he noticed the older man was checking him out openly. Martin was used to such looks and he just smirked.
“Have a seat,” the Doctor gripped Martin’s hand in a firm handshake.
Martin didn’t feel the small pick on his palm, “thank you, sir.” He took a seat and noticed the man’s eyes were glancing at his full package in the tight dress pants. “I am glad you are willing to interview me for the position sir.”
“I’m very impressed with your academic and extracurricular activities while at state. You seem like a perfect match for the position,” Dr. Sloan looked through Martin’s resume.
“Thank you, sir. I have to say I don’t have much experience with medical offices and receptionist duties,” the man’s constant checking him out was turning Martin off on the job.
“Tell me about yourself, are you married or have a girlfriend,” the doctor asked.
“No sir, I’m single. Education and wrestling doesn’t leave much time for a relationship,” Martin thought the personal question was inappropriate.
“I see. A boyfriend?”
“No, I’m straight,” Martin was put off by the question.
“Relax,” the doctor smiled. “Would you like an energy drink,” the doctor pulled out a can from his desk drawer. The can label said it was Alpha-B. “A client of mine works for the company and gave me a supply of samples,” the doctor placed the can in front of Martin.
Martin didn’t know why he took the can and opened it. He wants the interview over with.
“My practice is a unique one. Most of my clients prefer much more confidentiality than even the normal practices. My clients include many of the country’s rich men, star athletes, and the military,” the doctor went on about his practice.
Meanwhile, as Martin slipped the Alpha-B he found it harder to concentrate. He felt warm and his clothes felt uncomfortable, especially round the crotch. He didn’t move as the doctor stood up and walked around his large desk until he was standing behind Martin. The doctor kept talking about what the job requires.
“I demand complete loyalty from my assistant. Loyalty and obedience is very important,” the Doctor started to rub Martin’s huge shoulders. “Are you loyal and obedient Martin?”
“Yes, sir,” Martin found himself replying. He felt so calm and horny.
“Good. You feel so good being obedient, don’t you,” the doctor moved his hands down Martin’s chest, spreading the jacket open.
“Yes, I feel so good,” Martin moaned. His cock was so hard in his pants, making them so unbearably tight.
“Let's get that jacket off you. You feel much better without it,” Davis helped Martin peel off the tight suit jacket down his thick arms.
Martin did feel much better when he got the restrictive jacket off him. He was straight but as the doctor slid his hands down, rubbing his soft button up shirt over his big pecs and flat stomach, he was so aroused. The doctor undid the buttons one by one, as he pushed his hands into the shirt, spreading it. Martin’s huge pecs were smooth and topped with a pair of big meaty nipples. Davis ran his hands over the sensitive nipples, teasing them, driving Martin more hornier. Martin couldn’t think as he grew more aroused and submissive.
“You want to be submissive and obedient to me. It feel good and right to be my slave, doesn’t it,” the doctor whispered into his right ear.
“Yes, master,” Martin moaned.
Martin helped his new master to peel his shirt off his muscular body.
“Good, boy. Stand up and take off your pants,” Dr. Sloan licked Martin’s right earlobe.
“Yes, sir,” Martin obediently stood up and undid his belt.
Martin’s back was a perfect V shape, from his broad shoulders and huge pecs, down to his tiny, chisel waist. The waistband of pure white Calvin Klein briefs was visible as Martin unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. He felt relaxed as he peeled the dress pants down his thick quads and tear shaped calves. As he kicked off his shoes and pulled the pants off, he was filled with a sense of bliss. His hard cock was clearly visible in the white briefs. His big bubble ass filled the briefs back, stretching the cotton material to its limits. He began to flex and pose as the doctor began to freely run his hands over Martin’s huge muscles. The older man’s touch sent him deeper under the doctor’s control.
“Get on your knees,” Sloan’s voice was commanding and at the same time calming.
Martin found himself kneeling in front of the Doctor. Davis opened his pants and pulled out a thick, long cock. Martin offered no resistance as Dr. Sloan pulled his head toward his cock. He obediently opened his mouth as he took his first cock into his mouth. Martin began to worship it as he looked up at his master for approval. The doctor stroked his brown hair as Martin took more of the cock into his tight throat. Davis moved his hand over Martin’s head and down his thick neck as he instructed the straight jock to relax his throat muscles, breathe through his nose. Martin obediently followed the doctor’s instructions as he took more and more of the thick cock down his throat. The doctor continued to move his hands down over the twin mountains of Martin’s wide shoulders.
Martin was in pure bliss as he worshiped the cock with his mouth and tongue. Finally the older man pulled the younger jock off his cock and pulled Martin to his feet. Despite his huge muscles, Martin felt like a rag doll as he was pulled up and then bent over the large antique desk. The doctor had laid Martin’s only dress shirt under him on the desk. Martin’s huge, brief covered ass was facing the doctor. Sloan grabbed the briefs from behind and pulled. Finally the briefs gave way and ripped down the middle, exposing the tight, smooth bubble ass. The doctor gave the ass a hard slap. The plump ass cheeks bounced and jiggled at the impact of the doctor’s hand. Martin groaned as he remained face down on the hard wood desk. Sloan then walked around the desk, his hands stroking the length of the ripped muscular body. Martin’s body was pumped and tensioned in lust. Davis Sloan opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a tube of bluish gel. He then moved back behind, still running his hands down the hard, ripped muscles to the big bubble ass. When he was back behind his new assistant slave, the doctor squeezed a generous amount of the gel on Martin’s tight little hole. Martin let out a moan as the doctor rubbed the special lube over the virgin entrance. The straight stud let out a deep hiss as Sloan probed a finger into Martin’s hole. As the doctor pushed his finger deeper into the tight canal, stroking the lube into the anal muscles, Martin was experiencing only pleasure. His hole became so sensitive. Martin pushed his bubble ass back, pleading for more. The doctor obliged him by pushing in a second finger, and then spreading them as far as possible to stretch the virgin manpussy open. Martin was moaning in pleasure. Once Martin was loose enough, Dr. Davis Sloan pulled his fingers out of Martin’s hole. He then aimed his cock, still wet with Martin’s drool, at the tight virgin manpussy.
“Just relax,” Dr. Sloan whispered as he pushed into Martin.
Martin gripped the edge of the large desk and let out a deep groan. He never felt anything like it before. The nerve endings around his hole and inner channel were on fire as he experienced unbelievable pleasure. His ass muscles clapped down around the thick cock so he could pull the Doctor deeper into him. The doctor loved hearing the muscular jock moaning and groaning under him as he pulled out and thrust back in. He grabbed Martin’s hair, pulling the jock’s head up as he plowed deep. Martin’s mouth was open in a silent moan. The harder the doctor pounded him, the harder Martin pushed back, flexing his ass for more. His straight life was being fucked out of him as his prostate was being rammed over and over.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” Martin cried out.
Knowing that Martin was close Dr. Sloan grabbed both wide shoulders and thrusted all the way into the jock until his balls were slapping Martin’s.
“Argh, fffuck,” Martin yelled as he came hard. He came on his dress shirt that the doctor had placed under him. His entire body shook and spasm in the most intense orgasm he ever had. His straight life and free will was drained from him.
“That’s it, boy,” the doctor grunted.
Martin’s ass muscles were clamping down on his cock like a vice. As he spasmed, his anal muscles were milking the doctor’s cock. The doctor let out a loud groan as he came deep inside his new assistant.
Since then Martin has been happy and grateful for his job. He grew more muscular but also more obedient. He became the perfect himbo secretary, wearing slutty tight clothes to show off his huge body, especially his huge pecs and massive bubble ass. Under his clothes, he wore only jockstraps which allowed the doctor easy access to his manpussy. Sometimes it was difficult for Dr. Sloan to keep Martin from taking off his clothes in the middle of the day to show off his muscle packed body. He was such a slut.
2022-01-08 01:24:48 +0000 UTC
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Jarod knew he had impressed the judges with his posing routine. The audience was loving his routine and his flawless body, as they cheered and applauded. In return, Jarod loved their admiration. He was proud of his body, his thick, perfect chisel muscles. He was bathing in the spotlight as he gracefully moved from one pose to another. Jarod was so into showing off his cock began to fill out the tiny pouch. He felt like a god being on stage, displaying his herculean muscles. He was so confident and at the end of his routine he gave a smirk at one of the judges that was staring in lust at him. As Jarod turned and headed off the stage he gave a fist pump to congratulate himself. He knew he won first place. As he walked off the stage his plump muscular ass bounced and jiggled. Jarod feels the audience's eyes, especially that one judge, on his oversized ass. The tiny posing briefs were being swallowed up more by the huge ass cheeks which made him even hornier.
When he got backstage, Jarod was greeted by his sponsor and master. Jarod felt so proud as the older, smaller man congratulated him.
“Great job, Jarod. I’m so proud of you,” David placed a hand on Jarod’s massive left shoulder.
“Thank you, sir,” Jarod beamed with joy. There is no other award that comes near the praise of one's master.
The huge bodybuilder felt so good as David massaged his massive traps and delt muscles. He closed his eyes and felt so relaxed. For the past year, as Jarod trained for this moment, David took care of him. The older man made all the decisions for him, supported him, and controlled him. He had given complete control over to the man and had owed everything to him.
When they met a year ago, Jarod was at the lowest point in his life. He dreamed of being a competitive bodybuilder but supplements, food, gyms, and competition entry fees were expensive. His job barely was able to let him survive yet alone grow to the size he dream of being. He was looking for a sponsor. However, he wasn’t looking for a master. When David approached him at first, Jarod told him to fuck off, and told the older man, he was straight. However, being desperate, Jarod finally agreed. He believed he could control the situation with the horny old man. Jarod thought he would let the old man just feel him up and even suck him. However, David had other plans. Soon the muscular bull became docile and obedient. The bigger Jarod became the more submissive he also became. Nightly his sponsor/master would fuck him in the ass. David told him he was awarding him for his progress in the gym and his obedience by giving him pure testosterone and protein through his cum. The once smart, cocky stud began to believe it. The supplements that David gave Jarod made him bigger, stronger, but also dumber and more and more dependent on him. The once straight muscle god began to beg to be fucked like a slut every night.
David smiled at Jarod as he moved his right hand up Jarod’s shaved neck. Jarod had no concerns that they would be seen. Instead he just closed his eyes, enjoying his master’s touch. David’s touch was so relaxing. His cock was bulging the posing briefs obscenely, damaging to be released. They had a couple of hours before the final judging and the placing awarding. David moved his hand down Jarod's tanned body and took him by the hand. He led his muscle bound slave to a small storage room. Once inside, David locked the door behind them. He then pushed the muscle bound stud forward and unwedged the shiny nylon blue poser from between the massive round ass cheeks. Jarod’s cock popped free, throbbing.
“Please, please fuck me,” Jarod spread his huge legs, giving David more access to his completely smooth muscle pussy.
It was so flawless. The muscle ring flexed and wink, hungry to be fucked. David unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat cock before gripping the muscular waist.
Jarod let out a deep grunt as David pushed into him. He needed it so badly. His muscular ass gripped the thick cock, trying to milk it. Jarod couldn’t wait to get back on stage with his master’s seed inside his big ass. David pulled out and back in hard and deep. He had trained Jarod to be fucked hard. He told him that it was the best way to worship a bodybuilder, by fucking him rough. He was built to take a pounding. Jarod’s cock was throbbing and leaking, bouncing to the rhythm of David’s cock plowing him. Finally David thrusted all the way into Jarod’s ass and came, filling him with his seed. Jarod let out a deep moan and quickly followed.
After touching up Jarod’s spray tan, Jarod returned to the stage and won first place. David will receive the prize money, as Jarod believes he should for all the help David gave him to get there. After the competition was over Jarod and David were walking through the convention center. Jarod was holding his trophy in his hands, and David had his right arm draped over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to put any clothes on, he just walked confidently through the convention center and hotel, with his gym bag over one shoulder and his trophy in hand.
“There is someone I have to introduce you to. You owe him your big win,” David guided Jarod over to another older man.
Jarod instantly recognized the man as one of the judges from the competition. As they approached the judge, he looked hungrily over Jarod’s still half-naked body.
“Congratulations on your win. You deserve it. With that body of yours you are going far,” the judge took Jarod’s hand in a handshake.
“Thank you, sir,” Jarod knew the look of lust in the older man’s eyes.
“We are heading back to our room, for Jarod to relax,” David smiled and whispered.
“If you are free, Jarod would like to personally thank you.”
“Well, I would like that very much,” the judge licked his lips.
They discreetly headed to the elevator. Once in the elevator the judge stood close behind Jarod and felt up the firm, muscle packed ass. Jarod tried desperately not to moan as the man pushed a finger between the leg holes of the tiny poser, wedging them deeper between his plump ass cheeks. By the time the elevator reached their floor, Jarod’s cock was rock hard. He tried to hide his raging cock with his gym bag as the two men led him down the hotel hallway to David’s and Jarod’s room. Once inside the room, the judge couldn’t wait to get his hands on Jarod’s body. Jarod dropped his gym bag by the bed as the judge cupped and felt up his large oversized pecs. He squeezed them like breasts and teased the meaty nipples.
“He is more beautiful close up than on stage,” the judge told David.
“Yes, he is. Let me leave you two to have fun,” David slapped Jarod’s ass.
“Make sure you make him very happy,” David whispered into his ear.
Jarod knew David was out to get Andrew, the runner up in the competition. He was talking about expanding his stable by taking another bodybuilder under his wing.
As soon as David was gone, the judge suggested that he showered to remove the spray on tan. Jarod let the older man lead him into the shower. He peeled down the briefs over his fat, but firm ass cheeks and turned on the water, while the judge undressed. After they were both naked, they stepped into the shower. The judge took his time scrubbing and washing the dark fake tan off Jarod’s magnificent body. It was so big and hard. The judge felt up every sculpted, thick muscles. His cock was hard and poked against Jarod’s huge ass as the judge reached around him to wash his thick cobblestone abs. Jarod’s own cock remained rock hard. He found himself pushing his ass back as the judge soaped it up and pushed a soapy finger between the tight fat cheeks.
“You are so fucking hot,” the judge whispered as he pulled out his fingers and wrapped his hands around the wide torso, grabbing the massive pecs.
“Fffuck, yeah,” Jarod grunted as the judge’s hard, soapy cock slid into him.
“Damn, you are so tight,” the judge moaned as he began to move in and out of the bodybuilder’ muscle pussy.
Jarod was trained to flex his incredible ass muscles around a cock to keep his ass tight. Even though he was fucked less then an hour ago, he tightened it like a vice around the man’s cock. This encourages the judge to fuck him harder and deeper. Jarod’s cocky attitude on stage had turned him on so much. The judge always wanted to dominate and fuck those Herculean muscle gods, that he had judge during competitions. Now he had the opportunity to fuck one of those muscle gods and was determined to make the most of it. Jarod’s eyes rolled back into his head as he braced himself with both hands on the shower wall while the water of the shower ran over him. The judge wrapped his hands around the thick neck, and pounded the ass rough and deep. He rammed Jarod’s prostate over and over.
“Fuck,” Jarod cried out. Without touching himself, his cock erupted. Long ropes of cum shot out like an arch and sprayed on the wall. As he came, his anal muscles tightened and began to milk the judge’s cock. The judge moaned loud and came hard, deep inside the bodybuilder’s hole. When the judge pulled out from Jarod’s hole, Jarod turned and kelt to lick the judge’s cock clean. Jarod soon had the judge’s cock rock hard again in only a couple of minutes as he wrapped his lips around the cock and expertly worked it with his mouth and tongue. The judge groaned and grabbed the short wedge of hair on the top of Jarod’s high and tight cut head. The older man was soon fucking his mouth, enjoying the bodybuilder’s mouth on his cock. The older man found himself coming twice in a matter of minutes as he came down Jarod’s throat. Jarod hungrily swallowed it all, licking every bit of the precious cum.
2022-01-07 14:46:04 +0000 UTC
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A Club Notorious New Year
“You did what? You sent $5,000 for New Year eve,” Scott couldn’t believe what his lover told him.
“It's a VIP package at Club Notorious,” Mark shrugged his shoulders. “We get a private booth, a bottle of dom perignon, and three gogo boys of our choice for the evening.”
Scott likes to think that their relationship was an equal one. Scott owned his own successful construction company, while Mark was a successful lawyer from an old, rich family.
On New Year Eve night, Mark picked out Scott’s suit like he always does. Mark stood behind his lover and made sure Scott looked his best. They both in fact looked stylish and rich. Mark even hired a limousine to take and pick them up at the club.
Even though they arrived early, there was already a line forming in front of Club Notorious. The driver of the limousine opened the door of the car for them and the two handsome men stepped out. Mark led the way as usual as he went straight up to the club door, bypassing the line. They were greeted by a shaved head, bodybuilding bouncer. Scott was impressed with the bouncer’s size. The black compression t-shirt hugged the massive pecs and clinged to the chisel 8 pack. The black skin tight pants appeared to have been painted on to the bodybuilder's massive quads. His legs were as thick as some men's waists and his ass was like two basketballs that were pushed into the black pants. The bodybuilder took his time in looking up Mark’s name.
“There we go, Mr. Smith. Welcome to Club Notorious, this way,” the bouncer opened the rope gate and motioned for Scott and Mark to follow him.
Mark whispered, “Damn, look at that ass.” Mark laughed.
Scott couldn’t help but watch the muscle ass bounce as the bouncer led them into the nightclub. He found himself envious and lustfull for the prime ass.
The insides of Club Notorious were dark and modern, with elaborate light and laser show. Scott took in the scene as he followed Mark and bouncer to their private booth. The dance floor was packed as men danced to loud, throbbing beating music. Even despite the $500 standing room cover the club was packed. On the bars, boxes sit up around the dance floor, and on makeshift platforms, dancers were dancing and performing in tiny thongs and briefs. The dancers were muscular and masculine, no twinks among them. The guests were enjoying themselves as they freely groped and felt up the dancers. Meanwhile, the bartenders, who were busy serving the guests, were shirtless, showing off their huge smooth muscles, and some had even stripped to their slut underwear to the patrons amusement. Walking among the guests were buff waiting staff, carrying trays of drinks, cocktails, and shots. They were dressed like slutty Santas, with Santa hats, black boots, and red satin wraps around their chisel waists. Scott saw an older, overweight patron lifting the back of one of the tattooed waiter’s skirts and revealed that the waiter wore no underwear. Each employee was muscular and beautiful, Club Notorious only hired the best.
“There you go sirs. Your pre-ordered slaves for the evening will be along soon with your champagne,” the bouncer turned to leave. Before he left the private area, Mark boldly gave the muscular bubble ass a slap. The tough massive bodybuilder didn’t protest as he walked away.
Scott gave Mark a look that he said he couldn’t believe he just did. Mark just smiled back. Then The three hunks that Mark ordered for the night arrived, each carrying two long champagne flutes. The three men were ripped and smooth.
“Mr. Smith, we are your entertainment for the evening,” the blonde stud in the skippy white briefs, carrying a long bottle of dom perignon, stated. “I am Skyer. This is Darren,” he pointed to a beautiful milk chocolate stud in black briefs. “And this is Lee,” Skyer pointed to an exquisite Asian stud in glasses and black briefs. “I hope we are to your liking,” Skyer added with a smile as he put his hand on his narrow waist.
“We are very pleased,” Mark responded as he looked at the three studs over.
Skyer’s cut cock was clearly visible through the white briefs. Their bodies were chisel and muscular, flawless. Skyer held the bottle of champagne between his muscular thighs as he popped the bottle’s cork. The cork went flying and the bubbly shot out down his smooth legs, to the laughter of Mark and Scott. Soon, Daren and Lee were each saddling Mark’s legs, as the older man ran his hands down their smooth backs. Meanwhile, Skyer was giving Scott a lap dance. He was grinding his incredible tight ass against Scott’s hard crotch. Skyer smiled as he placed his hands on Scott’s shoulders as he rubbed his crotch against his stomach. Scott couldn’t resist from running his hands up the tight 8 pack to the muscle packed packs.
“Enjoy yourself babe,” Mark called out as he took turns kissing his two boy toys’ pert nipples.
“Yes, very much,” Scott whispered back.
Skyer smiled as he rose off Scott’s lap and turned around. His ass was round and plump as it stretched the white briefs. Still saddling Scott, Skyer leaned forward to support himself on his hands while wiggling his tight ass. The normally timid Scott couldn’t resist from reaching out and squeezing both firm ass cheeks. Skyer wiggled the ass again, teasing him. Feeling empowered, Scott slapped the muscular younger man’s left ass cheek, causing Skyer to grunt and push his ass further as he twerk his ass more. Scott slapped the other cheek, enjoying how it jiggled at his impact. Skyer didn’t stop him and in fact encouraged him by shaking and bouncing his ass more. Scott ran his hands up the thick cords of hamstring muscles. He then gripped the white briefs’ waistband and peel them down. Skyer’s ass was as smooth and flawless as the rest of him. Skyer stood up and turned around as he stepped out of the briefs. He then smiled at Scott as his cock stood straight and proud. Skyer seductively knelt between Scott’s legs. With his eyes locked on Scott’s, Skyer reached out and undid the older man’s pants.
“How about some tequila shots,” Mark called out to Scott with a wink.
Scott smiled back, knowing what his lover had in mind. Skyer had pulled his pants down and was pulling Scott’s hard, throbbing cock out of his underwear, while Mark waved over a waiter. A sexy, tattooed Latin stud came over. The satin red wrap around his chisel, narrow waist was tenting obscenely.
“A bottle of your finest tequila, a few shot glasses. Oh and salt, and wedges of lime” Mark called out over the loud music.
“Yes, sir,” the waiter replied in a deep masculine voice with a heavy Mexican accent.
Scott noticed that all of the employees at the club, from the bouncer, to bartenders, waiters and dancers were all masculine looking, with strong muscular bodies. Although he wasn’t complaining, especially as Skyer took Scott’s cock into his mouth and began to suck it. The muscular blonde stud was giving an expert blow job. Scott grabbed Skyer’s hair and began to face fuck the adonis.
The waiter returned with a bottle of tequila, four glasses, a salt shaker, and a lime cut into four wedges on a tray. “Great. Place the tray on the table,” Mark smiled. He then pulled out a $100 bill and reached under the red wrap revealing the Hispanic waiter’s muscular flawless ass.
“Thank you, sir,” the waiter moaned as Mark stroked his tight hole between the meaty ass cheek.
Mark laughed as he slapped the waiter’s ass and sent him away. “So who's up for body shots first,” Mark held up the bottle.
Mark then led Darren and Lee over to the table in the middle of the private booth area and had them laid down side by side. Scott watched, as Skyer continued to nurse on his hard cock. Mark then used his fingers to put salt around both men's nipples and their belly button. He then placed a lime wedge in their mouths. Darren’s and Lee’s cocks were bulging as Mark filled two shot glasses with tequila. Starting with Darren, Mark poured the shot just above the top set of abs. Mark then began to lick the tequila up as it ran down between the sculpted valleys of his chisel 8 pack. Once he licked it all, he then licked the salt from Darren’s outie belly button and pert nipples. Lastly he sucked the lime from between Darren’s fully sexy lips. Mark then turned to Lee, he poured the second tequila shot onto the tight defined abs. His tongue traveled over the deep valleys following the tequila as it ran into Lee’s belly button. Mark probed his tongue deep into it to get it all. Once all the tequila was licked up, he then licked the salt from Lee’s silver dollar size nipples and finally sucked the lime from the sexy Asian mouth.
It was then Scott's turn. Mark pulled Darren and Lee on to their knees as he returned to his seat. They were soon sharing and worshipping his cock. Scott pulled the naked Skyer onto his knees and then had the muscle adonis lay face down on the table. Scott spread Skyer’s firm ass cheeks, revealing his tiny, freshly shaved hole. He then widged the wedge of lime into the tight rosebud. He poured some salt on the chisel v of Skyer’s lower back. He then poured a shot of tequila between the deep valley of the Adonis's ass. Scott squeezed the muscular ass cheeks with his hands, kneading and spreading them, as he licked the tequila as it ran down between the deep trench. He licked back up to the deposit of salt. Scott licked it and then sucked on the lime from Skyer’s manhole. After removing the lime, Scott couldn’t resist fucking the sexy stud. He mounted Skyer right on the table. Skyer’s loud moans of pleasure were drowned out by the loud throbbing music. Meanwhile, Mark was taking turns fucking Darren and Lee.
At midnight, Mark turned to Scott , “happy New Year, babe.” They kissed as they continued to fuck the sexy studs under them. Club Notorious erupted in cheers as everyone welcomed the New Year.
2022-01-06 01:42:08 +0000 UTC
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Cop control
Officer Aaron McClure pulled his bike into his driveway. It was a long shift and he was tired. He just sits on his motorcycle looking at the suburban house with toys spread across the yard. He could hear his three daughters crying and yelling and his wife yelling back from inside. It was the normal chaos of being the married father of three girls. He took a deep breath, his bulletproof vest was tight around his lean muscular torso. He turned and saw the familiar smoke of a cigar rising from his neighbor’s porch. Charles Stone waved Aaron over and lifted one of his expensive cigars to entice the motorcycle cop. Aaron looked at his house and then at his neighbor’s. He unsaddled the cycle and walked across the joining yards to Charles’ porch. His black Jack boots echoed on the floor as he walked up the steps.
“Hey Aaron. Care to join me in having a cigar,” the older man smiled as he held out a long Churchill cigar.
“Thanks,” Aaron took the cigar from Charles’ hand and sat down beside him in one of the porch chairs.
Charles lit a match and leaned over. Aaron put the cigar between his lips as Charles lighted it for him. Charles smiled as he sat back down. Aaron put his booted left foot over his right knee and began to puff on the cigar. The cigar tasted sweet and rich.
“I need this,” Aaron pulled the cigar from his mouth and blew smoke out.
“Want some scotch,” Charles held up the bottle from the table between them and poured some into an empty glass without waiting for Aaron to answer.
“Thanks. Sure I’m off duty ,” Aaron laughed as he picked up the glass and took a slip.
“You look stressed. Long shift,” the older man asked as he watched the younger, muscular police officer puffing on the cigar and slipping the scotch.
“Yes, very long. And from the sound of it the rest of the day won’t go easy either,” Aaron nodded toward his house. “This is so relaxing,” he let out a deep breath.
“You have so much stress with work and then at home,” Charles sounded understanding.
“Yes,” Aaron closed his eyes. He was breathing in the sweet smelling smoke.
“Always in control and in charge at work and at home. So much pressure and stress,” Charles blew the smoke from his cigar into Aaron’s face.
Aaron breathed in the smoke from his cigar and Charles’. Instead of anger, he grew more relaxed. His cock even stirred, making his police uniform pants tight around his crotch.
“It will feel so good to give up control once a while to another man. Let him do the thinking for you, take care of your needs, for a change,” Charles’ voice was so relaxing.
“Yes, give up control,” Aaron whispered. His eyes were closed as he continued to puff on the cigar and breathe in Charles’ cigar as well.
Charles reached over and rubbed Aaron’s right shoulder, “it will feel good just to give up control and do as you are told. The more you obey the more relaxed and aroused you become.” Charles blew the thick, sweet smelling smoke into the straight police officer’s face. Aaron let out a low, masculine groan. Charles removed the cigar from Aaron’s mouth.
“Aaron, get on your knees and crawl over to me,” Charles’ voice was domineering and sent a chill through Aaron’s body straight to his cock.
The normally arrogant, alpha police officer found himself sliding off his chair and on to his knees. He then crawled on his hands and knees over to Charles’ legs. He still had in his sunglasses and his motorcycle police helmet on. Behind the sunglasses his eyes were glazed over from the drugged cigar and scotch. He felt so relaxed and good as Charles blew more smoke into the police officer’s face. Even when Charles unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, fat cock, the straight police officer showed no emotion or resistance. Charles placed a hand on the back of the helmet and pulled the mindless cop down on his cock. Aaron opened his mouth and began to worship it.
“That’s it, just relax your throat. You love the taste of my cock. It feels so good to suck on your master’s cock,” Charles whispered as he guided Aaron on and off his cock.
Aaron moaned over the cock. He felt so contented as he nursed on the thick manhood, taking it down his straight throat. His throat muscles were so relaxed that he didn’t gag or couch on the thickness. All thought of his wife and kids, only feet away, was gone. Charles gripped the helmet with both hands as he picked up his speed, fucking the police officer’s mouth. Aaron didn’t protest as he tried to keep up with the older man. He put his leather gloved hands on the older man’s legs for support as his head bobbed on and off the cock. As he slurped, he coated it with drool and saliva.
“Mr. Stone, have you seen Aaron,” Aaron’s wife called from across the yawn.
The short wall of the porch blocked the view of Aaron on his knees.
“I think I saw him walking down the street toward the store, I think he forgot something,” Charles called back.
“Ok, thanks,” Aaron’s wife sounded confused but went back into the house.
Once she was out of view, Charles pulled Aaron off his cock. A line of drool stretched from Charles’ cock head to Aaron’s lips. Charles then pulled Aaron onto his feet and led the police officer into the house. Aaron was so hard, his cock was rock hard in his briefs under the tight uniform. Once inside the house, Aaron just stood there as Charles reached under his gun belt and unzipped the police uniform pants. The uniform pants were tight as Charles peeled them down Aaron’s muscular legs to the knee high boots. Charles had seen Aaron every morning going on his morning run. Aaron often wore skin tight compression shorts or short silkies shorts. His legs were strong and defined. Now they were his to enjoy. The tight white briefs and round tight ass peeked out from under the uniform shirt. Charles pulled the cigar from his mouth and blew more sweet, calming smoke into the mind fucked police officer’s face. Charles took Aaron by the hand and led him over to the couch. With his pants around his knees it was hard for the police officer to walk, and he ended up falling face down on the couch, with his bubble ass facing up. Standing behind the handsome, younger police officer, Charles reached under the uniform shirt and peeled down the tight briefs over the tight round ass. Aaron’s ass was smooth and flawless as Charles grabbed it and squeezed the firm ass cheeks. Aaron let out a deep moan as his ass was manhandled for the first time. Charles then knelt behind the prime ass. He gripped the plump ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing Aaron’s tiny virgin hole. Charles pulled his cigar from his mouth again and blew smoke into the tight hole, before putting his cigar out in the ashtray by the couch. He then pressed his face between the tight glutes. Aaron let out a long moan as his sensitive hole was rimmed and tongue fucked. He pushed out his ass begging for more. He never experienced anything like it. Aaron gripped the couch and whimpered. While he probed and explored the virgin ass, Charles slapped and squeezed the thick muscles.
“Please,” Aaron moaned.
He gave up complete control to Charles and he felt so good, so blissful. Charles finally pulled his face from Aaron’s hole. He split into the once tight hole. Charles then stood up behind Aaron and aimed his cock at the sloppy, loose manpussy. With his cock still lubed with the police officer’s drool, he pushed into Aaron’s hole. Aaron let out a loud, deep moan as he was penetrated. He dug his fingers into the couch. When the police officer’s outer ring gave in, Charles pulled out and plowed back in. Each time his prostate was rammed, Aaron moaned and groaned louder. His cock was full mast, bouncing in rhythm to the pounding he was receiving.
“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop,” Aaron cried out.
Charles fucked him harder and deeper. He loves the control he has over the muscular, handsome police officer. Hearing the deep masculine moans, sent the older man over the edge. Charles rammed all the way into Aaron and came hard.
Feeling the warm seed filling him, caused Aaron to grunt as he quickly followed. He came long and thick. He hasn't come that hard in years. Both men just laid there on the couch, with Charles’ cock still up Aaron’s bubble ass. When the drugs wore off, Aaron however, remained submissive to the older man, his new master. Finally Charles pulled of his new slave.
He gave the cop ass a slap, “you better get back to the wife and kids.”
“Yes, sir,” the once dominant police officer responded as he lifted himself up off the couch and pulled up his briefs and uniform pants.
Before Aaron left, to return to his straight life, Charles grabbed him by the neck, turning his head toward him. Charles aggressively kissed the police officer on the lips. Aaron returned the kiss, accepting Charles’ tongue into his mouth.
Charles pulled away and gave the plump cop ass a slap, “until next time.”
Charles watches the sexy, motorcycle cop walking across the yard back to his alpha straight life. He smiled knowing the ass was leaking his cum.
2022-01-04 13:35:49 +0000 UTC
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