Arabic Delights
Colonel Frasal black shiny boots echo off the elegant marble floors as he escorted Stone through the halls of the Crown Prince’s desert oasis pleasure palace. The chairman of the all powerful Cartel paid little attention to the gold and marble luxurious palace but instead admired the colonel’s tight bubble ass in the tight fitting uniform. The tan pants were like a second skin and left little to the imagination as they hugged the head of the military’s powerful glutes. The uniform shirt proudly displayed the colonel’s v-shape back and large full chest. In addition the short sleeves of the shirt were tightly stretched over the thick muscular arms. The colonel stopped at the doors to the crown prince’s private chambers and was about to open it, when Stone groped the soldier’s plump behind. The colonel swallowed hard as he felt the rich American squeezing and kneading his ass through the tight uniform pants. Stone’s hand then moved down the center rear seam of the pants until he was stroking the military man’s hole through the uniform. The masculine colonel let out a groan as his grip tightened on the gold handles of the door. His cock was hard in his pants, forming a clearly visible tube shape outline through the tan pants.
When Stone finally released the flushed Colonel, Frasal pulled the door open. Prince Sulieman rose from his throne as the doors to his private chambers opened and Stone walked in. The prince looked regal and handsome in his traditional robes, like a hero from the Arabian nights. His face was handsome with his dark beard and dark eyes, and flawless olive skin.
Suddenly the crown prince let out a deep moan and gripped the armrest of his throne. Under his traditional robes, Prince Sulieman wore a gold plated chastity belt that kept the billionaire playboy under his master’s control. Attached to the large metal device was a built-in remote control vibrating buttplug that was firmly insorted into the once pride Arabic prince’s hairless ass. Mr. Stone smiled as Sulieman was overcome with intense pleasure and pain. The colonel looked upon his prince with a look of fear and envoy. Waves of pleasure shot through the muscular prince’s body however at the same time his cock was experiencing pain as it tried desperately to grow hard in its golden prison.
“Oh, please stop,” the once arrogant prince pleaded as he lifted his robe.
Sulieman’s legs were well defined and smooth, with all of his manly body hair being permanently removed during his enslavement process. The colonel found himself growing harder as his prince raised his robe further and exposed his chastity belt.
Stone smirked as Sulieman, the powerful crown prince, fell to his knees. He removed his finger from the watch which controls the vibrator buried deep inside the prince’s ass. Sulieman was breathless as the sensation faded away. The colonel finally found himself able to move as he rushed to pull the prince on to his feet. The two men then watch Stone have the audacity to sit before the prince in one of the gold embodied chairs.
“Now let's discuss business, shall we?” Stone made himself comfortable and sampled a piece of fruit from a basket on a table beside the chair.
Sulieman sat back in his throne, “as I explained on the phone. We have several potential men we believe would be of great asset to the cartel.”
“You mean rivals,” Mr. Stone replied.
“Upstarts and rebellious trouble makers,” the colonel replied.
“When will I see them,” Stone smiled.
“There will be a dinner tonight, and they will be available for you to inspect,” Sulieman replied.
“Good. Now colonel show me to my rooms,” Mr. Stone stood up.
Frasal didn’t like being ordered around by the arrogant American, however, at the same time he found his cock hardening in his uniform pants.
As soon after Frasal escorted Mr. Stone to the suite of rooms, the muscular military man was pushed down onto his knees. The colonel then obediently opened his mouth and took the American’s cock. He was both humiliated and aroused as his ruggedly handsome face was fucked by Stone’s huge cock. Frasal gagged but continued to take as much of it down his throat as he could. After the colonel had coated the cock with his drool and saliva, Stone pulled the military leader onto his legs and roughly bent him over the bed. Frasal could only moan as Stone reached under him and undid his pants, pulling them over the colonel’s large muscular glutes. Stone stepped back and admired the sculpted smooth ass and then delivered a hard slap to each cheek. Frasal cried out and kicked his powerful legs at each hard slap. The impact echoed against the marble walls and floors.
Mr. Stone then gripped the smooth ass cheeks and spread them, revealing the colonel’s tight tiny hole. The colonel moaned as he felt the cock pressing between his cheeks. He found himself pushing back as the older man grip his narrow waist and pushed forward. The saliva coated cock slid into the tight military man’s ass. The cool let out a loud deep moan as he was penetrated. Each time Stone pulled out and thrusted back in, the proud colonel pushed back, begging for more.
The colonel had long served the Cartel well. He had assisted Master Stone in enslaving his prince and many sons of prominent Arabic families, providing the Cartel with a steady stream of slaves. The Cartel rewarded him well. He was the second wealthiest and powerful man in the country. The colonel even had a secret harem of beautiful boys. However the colonel always knows his place in the cartel’s hierarchy.
The colonel was using his ass to flex and clamp down around the fat cock, working it like a vice. It didn’t take the Cartel master long to cum inside his ass, breeding him.
2022-11-12 01:50:34 +0000 UTC
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Governor-Erect
“What an election night this has been. Let's recap. All through the race the republican incumbent governor Walker was considered a shoe in for reelection, with polls having him with 80% of the votes. And even today with early returns putting the conservative governor ahead of his virtually unknown opponent, Julian Estep. However, within the last hour, the results swung to the inexperienced junior member of the house. The vote tally completely flipped. This was pretty remarkable. Walker had bushed off the junior state representative and even called the younger man a joke for running against him. Now however it appears that Julian Estep will be the next governor of the state.”
Even Julian couldn’t believe what he was hearing as he watched the election news report. He just stood in front of the big screen television as his small group of supporters celebrated around him. Julian had just written his concession speech when the results swung in his favor and he overtook Walker, the political power house. No one thought he would have much of a chance to win the nomination much less than the general election, including Julian. He was inexperienced, only getting elected to the state House of Representatives two years ago. There were rumors about his younger days as a stripper at a gay bar that surface and despite his insistence that he was straight, the polls had him being unpopular in the ultra conservative state.
Stone sat back in his chair and smoked his cigar as he watched the reaction of the dumbfounded Julian standing in front of him, watching the news of his election as the next governor. The older man smiled and puffed on his cigar as he admired the new governor’s round, tight ass as it filled over the expensive slacks and his v-shaped back hugged by the crisp white dress shirt.
Julian turned to face the older man. “Can I have a moment with my donor,” Julian called out to his supporter while keeping his eyes on Stone.
The jovial supporters filed out of the hotel room, leaving Julian and Mr. Stone alone. When the last supporter closed the door behind them, Julian turned to Stone, “did you have a hand in this.”
“The Cartel has long arms. Just remember though, what the cartel giveth the cartel can taketh away,” Stone brewed his cigar smoke toward Julian.
Julian's eyes fell upon the master’s crotch and the younger man's mouth suddenly felt dry. It didn’t go unnoticed by the older man. Stone smiled and patted his crotch. Neither man said anything as Julian obediently approached him and found himself kneeling before Stone.
“The Cartel has plans for you. The governorship is only the beginning. You will usher in a new order,” Stone reached out and stroked Julian’s soft brown hair as the politician unzipped Stone’s pants to pull out the thick, hard cock.
Julian then engulfed the cock down his throat. A feeling of bliss filled him as he began to work the cock with his tongue and tight throat. Stone extended his right foot between the governor elect’s muscular thighs and pressed his shoe against the younger man’s throbbing cock, trapped in the tailor fitted pants. Julian groaned over the cock in his mouth. The governor elect continued to bob his head on and off the cock, slurping it, coating it with his saliva and drool. Stone looked down at his and the cartel’s newest puppet. He ran his right hand through the stylish soft hair and pulled Julian's head up. With the fat cockhead still in his handsome mouth, Julian looked up at his master with a puppy dog look in his eyes looking for approval.
“Take off your pants,” Stone ordered.
Julian still had his lips wrapped around the huge cock as he reached down and undid his belt and pants. His cock was still trapped in his jockstrap as he struggled to pull the pants down while keeping his master’s cock in his mouth. Julian finally pulled off Stone’s cock as he stood up and pulled the pants down over his thick thighs. It was clearly visible why his opponents claimed he spent more time in the gym than he did at the state house.
“Bend over the table,” Stone ordered as he blew smoke from his cigar into Julian’s face.
Julian wasted no time from turning around and bending over the coffee table. Stone stood up and approached behind the younger politician. He lifted the shirttail of the white dress shirt and revealed the governor elect’s well developed muscular ass. It was still as firm and flawless as it was when Stone first fucked it several years ago, when Julian was a political science major and tight-end on the college football team. Now he was going to be the first to fuck it as the ass of the governor elect.
Julian braced himself by gripping the edges of the table as Stone aimed his cock between the smooth, tight ass cheeks. The governor elect groaned at the pressure of the thick cock head against his tiny hole, and pushed back. Stone gripped Julian’s narrow waist and pushed forward at the same time. Stone’s thick cock felt so good as it slid into the tight muscle pussy. Julian threw his head back and let out a deep moan. The entire purpose of Julian’s life was to service and pleasure other men. It felt so good as Stone thrusted in and out of him while he pushed back, begging for more. Stone reached under Julian and ran his hands up under the button up shirt, feeling the chisel 8 pack abs and then cups the firm, large pecs.
“Come for me Governor,” Stone ordered as he thrust deep and hard into Julian’s ass.
Feeling the huge cock pounding his prostate was too much for the governor-elect. Julian cried and shot his load onto the coffee table beneath him. As he came, his anal muscles clamped down on Stone’s cock and began to milk it. The older man came hard and deep inside the muscular ass. Even after he stopped cumming, Stone remained deep inside Julian for several more minutes to make sure the hot politician got all of his precious seed.
Finally, Stone pulled out of the younger man, and gave the firm behind a hard slap, “you better get ready for your acceptance speech.”
Stone watched from the hotel suite as Julian gave his victory speech on the television. No one had a clue that the inshape younger man had been fucked just minutes before taking the stage, nor that the new governor had a buttplug up his muscular ass to keep the load of cum from leaking out. Stone smirked and reached down to grip the buzz and high and tight cut heads of the two state troopers. Both state troopers wore only their gun belts which hang from their sculpted hips and muscular, bubble asses. They were personally selected by Stone to be the new governor’s security detail. Their loyalty was to the Cartel and would ensure the new governor would initiate the Cartel’s agenda.
2022-11-11 00:47:45 +0000 UTC
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49rs 69rs part 2
“We are the best in the business at training jocks just like beautiful Christian here” the older man gripped Christian’s hair and pulled the confused and horny stud off his cock.
A long line of drool ran from the mind fucker running back’s mouth to the trainer’s cock. The trainer’s cock was coated with Christian’s drool and saliva. He then let go of Christian McCaffrey’s blonde hair and let the stud’s face fall on to the donut pillow with a thud. The older trainer walked down the length of the table, running his hands down the chisel, shredded body. The body hair that McCaffrey did had was light and blonde, giving an appearance of smoothness against his golden tan skin. When he reached the perfect, large mounds of Christian’s ass, the trainer slapped the luscious firm cheeks, watching them bounce at the impact of his hand. Christian let out a long, loud groan. The trainer then took the bottle of warm oil and poured it over the flawless large glutes. The oil ran down the curvature of the firm glutes and down the deep valley between the sculpted ass cheeks. Christian’s mind was spinning. It was so hard to think as the trainer kneaded and worked the oil into the tight skin over his ass. As it soaked into his skin, his muscles became so sensitive. The man’s touch sent waves of pleasure through him. The trainer’s oily hands squeezed and spread the plump ass cheeks revealing the jockpussy. A ring of light blonde hair circled the rosebud hole, as the older man admired the virgin jock hole and began to gently stroke and tease the hole. The hole flexed and winked as the oil leaked into it. Christian’s hole never been so sensitive. He groaned and pushed his ass into the air toward the trainer’s probing finger. The trainer pushed his oil coated finger into the tight virgin hole and stroked the football players inside.
“Ohh, ahh, feel so good,” Christian moaned as he gripped the sides of the massage table.
The trainer laughed as he continued to coat the insides anal walls with the oil. The oil relaxed the tight muscles while stimulating the nerve ending around Christian’s hole and anal canal. Trainer then easily slips in a second finger and spreads them, stretching and loosening the virgin hole. When the fingers poked his virgin prostate, Christian’s eyes rolled back into his head while he grinds against the table.
“Those big jock boys get so horny when their pussies are played with,” the trainer laughed and gave Christian’s oiled right ass cheek a slap.
By now, Christian had his thick, powerful legs spread and was virtually saddling the table, humping and grinding it. Never in the straight football player’s life was he so turned on. His cock was throbbing under him, trapped between the table and his tight abs. Christian was squirming on the table while his prostate felt like it was on fire and he was being driven to erupt at any time. The trainer reached under the running back, while Christian lifted his muscular hips. The man then gripped the rock hard cock. He applied just the right pressure on the jock’s cock, to keep Christian from blowing his load.
“Oh, Fffuck please let me cum,” Christian cried as he hump the table and grind his ass backwards. “Fuck, I need to cum, please.” Christian was soaked with sweat.
On the other table, the younger trainer was applying the same pressure on Nick Bosa’s cock, keeping the defensive lineman on edge and whimpering. Nick was biting down on his jockstrap in complete ecstasy while thrusting his hips into the air and clamping down on the cock inside his abused hole.
The older trainer pulled his fingers out of Christian’s hole, “let's get them in the next room and give the owners some sample of what they brought.”
“Yes, sir,” the younger trainer answered as he pulled out of Nick’s ass and let the thick legs fall to the table with a loud thud.
The two smaller men helped the naked football players onto their wobbly feet and with each supporting a jock’s heavy body, led them into another training room. In the middle of the room was a long bed which was often used to stretch the players during therapy. The two men dropped Christian and Nick on to the bed and then arranged them in a 69 position. Christian’s head was facing Bosa’s fat cock and Nick’s mouth was facing Christian’s. In front of the bed was a tripod and a camcorder. As the older trainer turned on the camera and aimed it at the bed, Bosa instinctively opened his mouth and took Christian’s cock into it. Christian moaned and without thinking returned the favor. Soon the two masculine, alpha jocks were sucking and nursing on each other’s hard cocks. The trainers smiled at each other and began to undress. Once the two smaller built men were naked they then climbed onto the table and spooned up behind both Christian and Nick. The two muscular jocks moaned into each other's mouths as they were penetrated at the same time. The older trainer nibbled on Christian’s thick neck and sexy earlobes as he thrusted deep into the virgin jockpussy. The younger trainer meanwhile grabbed Nick Bosa’s muscle packed shoulders and rammed back into the offensive linemen hole. The defensive and offensive players was both getting fucked hard while sucking hungrily on each other’s cock.
With a whisper the older trainer instructed them to cum. Nick came first, shooting his load right into Christian’s mouth and down his throat. Bosa came so hard down his teammate’s throat that the running back gagged on the thick load. However, it didn’t stop the blonde jock from shooting his load as well down Nick’s tight throat. They came so hard and thick that the cum spilled from their mouths and ran down their handsome masculine faces. As their powerful bodies were rocked in orgasm, their tight anal muscles clamped down on both trainer’s’ cocks and milked both men. The trainers came at the same time, deep inside the football players. The four men stayed as they were for several minutes. The trainers made sure their jocks got all the seed they had while Nick and Christian licked and cleaned the spilled cum off each other's faces.
The older man was the first to pull out, “get them clean up. Get Nick locked back up while I get Christian fitted with his new cock cage.”
During football season, the players’ cocks were locked up in cockcages to ensure they focus only on football and winning. If they are good and win, they get released for a night. However, when they are released they will get fucked up the ass either by the training staff and the owners and their friends.
2022-11-08 01:12:05 +0000 UTC
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49rs 69rd
Christian McCaffrey was off to a great start on his new team, the San Francisco 49rs. He became the first player in NFL history to throw, run, and catch for touchdowns all in a single game, an impressive feat for the blonde, blue-eyed running back.
After the standard post game interviews and press conferences, Christian went to the team’s trainer and masseuse to work on his recurring shoulder injury. He was still in the 49rs’ red jersey and tight gold colored football pants as he made his way through the state of the art training and fitness facilities. When he walked through the door he spotted Jimmy Garoppolo wrapping a towel around his chisel waist as he got off the massage table. The sexy Italian quarterback looked like he had just got up from a relaxing sleep, and was still partially goggly.
It took Jimmy a couple of minutes to realize that Christian was standing before him, “hey, man, awesome game. We are glad to have you on the team.”
Jimmy Garoppolo gave one of his sexy smiles. Christian couldn’t help but notice the huge tent in the front of the white towel. He tried to avert his eyes so as not to embarrass the quarterback or himself.
“Jimmy, the ice bath is ready,” the older trainer came up behind the quarterback and patted Jimmy on his wide shredded back.
Christian swore that Jimmy’s cock bounced under the towel at the older man’s touch. The trainer smiled at Christian who visibly turned red.
“Yeah, man, I have to go, but we have to hang out soon. You are going to be my number one receiver,” the tall quarterback said as the trainer guided him out of the room.
Christian thought it was weird how the trainer had his hand on Garoppolo’s back and shoulders like the quarterback was a feasible old man, instead of a stud in his prime. There were two beds in the massage therapy room and it was completely normal to have two players getting therapy and a rub downs at the same time. On one of the tables was Nick Bosa, the defensive tackle, laying face down on the table getting a rub down from another male trainer. Nick seemed to be sound asleep and didn’t even acknowledge Christian. Christian was surprised to see that Nick was wearing only a jockstrap with no sheet or towel covering his muscular, smooth behind. The trainer was moving his hands down Nick’s wide, muscle layered back, working the tight muscles. The trainer looked up at Christian and gave a slight smile. Christian looked away just as the trainer closed the divider curtain around Nick’s table.
“Ah, Mr. McCaffrey, I've been looking forward to working on you,” the older trainer, who has attended to Jimmy Garoppolo earlier, came into the room. “I've been a fan of yours since your Stanford days, and been wanting to get my hands on you,” the trainer extended his right hand, and his eyes ran over the blonde football player before him. Christian who was raised to be polite, extended his hand in return. However, he suddenly felt uneasy as the trainer eyed him up as if he was a prize slide of beef.
“So why don’t you get undressed and lay face down on the table and we can begin,” the trainer stood back and folded his arms.
Christian paused but then pulled off his jersey. He had been naked around other teammates and trainers for years and wasn’t shy about showing off his athletic, shredded body. While in college, he did modeling on the side and still got a lot of modeling gigs off season. Christian was in perfect visibille shape. His muscles were flawless and pumped. His smooth skin was stretched over layers of well defined muscles. His arms were large and pump and his shoulders were the size of cannon balls. Not a bite of hair flawed his sculpted torso. He knew the older man was watching him as he peeled down the skin tight football pants and revealed his packed compression boxer-briefs and his powerful legs. His legs were thick and well developed with visible defined quads and massive tear shaped calves.
All the while the trainer was watching him, with his arms crossed as his eyes examined the muscular running back. When Christian paused, the trainer instructed him to keep going, “the compression shorts as well.”
The trainer’s voice was firm and commanding. For the first time in years Christian felt uncomfortable about getting naked in front of someone else. He turned his back to the older man. The compression shorts were skin tight over his round, football player ass. His ass formed a perfect shelf or ledge sticking out from his lean, tight waist. Christian then hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled the compression shorts back over his perfectly shaped ass. As he pulled the compression shorts down and off his powerful legs, bending over and raising each leg, he invertualty revealed his tightly hidden jock hole between the fat, yet firm ass cheeks. Once he was naked, Christian turned and tossed the underwear onto a chair with the rest of his clothes. Christian’s soft 5” cock hung between his massive thighs, nested in a well groomed bush of blonde pubes.
Christian jumped when the trainer slap his smooth bubble ass, “get on the table,”
Christian climbed face down onto the massage table. He pressed his head against the donut shaped pillow. Christian was expecting to be covered with a sheet or towel, instead the trainer stood at his head and began to massage oil onto Christian’s shoulders. The oil smelled unusual but good as it was rubbed into his tight muscles. A tingling went through Christian’s entire body. The trainer’s hands worked the oil deep as he rubbed and squeezed the muscles. The more the trainer touched and rubbed him, and the more the oil soaked into his skin and muscles, the more relaxed Christian became. The trainer’s crotch was pressed against Christian’s blonde hair as the older man reached down toward the football player’s lower back. Yet Christian didn’t protest or move. He started to hear moans and the light sound of a bed or table raking from the direction of Nick Bosa’s table but Christian didn’t think anything about it, nor cared. In fact the smell of the oil and the strong hands on his muscles made him not want to care or think about anything.
“Just relax, Christian. It feels so good. You want and need to trust me completely,” the trainer whispered as his hands knead Christian’s lower back.
“Yes, feel sooo good,” Christian mumbled sleepily.
“Yes, so good. The more you obey me the more relaxed and blissful you feel,” the trainer worked his hands back up the muscular back.
“Yes, must obey,” Christian whispered.
His cock was rock hard as it was pressed between his body and the massage table.
“Answer me completely honestly. You have to tell me the truth, understand,” the trainer whispered as he once again worked his hands down the smooth back.
“Yes, completely truthful,” Christian moaned.
“Good. Christian have you ever had sex with another man,” the trainer whispered into the blonde jock’s ear.
“Yes,” Christian moaned in response.
The trainer was surprised. Christian McCaffrey had the image of being the upstanding all American golden boy. The trainer wasn’t surprised when he got Nick Bosa to confide that he and his equally famous brother Joey had fooled around, but the Bosa brothers had a wild streak reputation.
“Tell me what happened,” the trainer cock was hard, pressing against Christian’s head.
“I and a couple of teammates from college experimented. We jerk each other off and . . .” Christian was embarrassed even in his relaxed state. “And sucked each other's cocks.”
The trainer was so roused, “did you enjoy it? Answer me truthfully.”
“I was ashamed. I’m no fag,” Christian whispered.
“But you like it didn’t you,” the trainer squeezed and rubbed the running back’s thick neck.
“Yesss,” Christian moaned.
“Good, boy,” the trainer gripped Christian’s blonde hair and pulled his head up.
Christian’s eyes widened as he came eye level with the older man’s fat cock.
He looked further up at the trainer’s smiling face and back at the cock.
“Suck my cock, Christian,” the trainer stroked the football player’s soft hair. “You feel so good when you obey.”
Christian then closed his blue eyes and opened his mouth, taking the cock into it. The jock adonis soon was gagging on the thick cock as the trainer fucked the back of his throat. The curtain around Nick Bosa’s bed pulled aside and revealed the other, younger training, fucking the defensive player. Nick had his huge thick legs wrapped around the smaller man’s waist as the trainer thrust in and out of his jockpussy. The look on the football player’s face was pure bliss as his prostate was rammed over and over. Bosa’s hard 6” cock was throbbing and pointed right at the linemen’s handsome face. The stud’s moans were muffled from his jockstrap that was shoveled into his mouth.
“Boss, look like u got a good cocksucker there,” the younger trainer grunted out.
His head was dwarfed by Bosa’s massive left calf muscle which rested on his bonely shoulders.
“Yes, with some training McCaffrey here, would make a great addition to the owners private team,” the two trainers laughed.
“Poor guy doesn’t even know the real reason he was traded, does he,” the younger trainer continued to thrust in and out of Nick’s hole, causing the sexy football player to whimper.
“We are the best in the business at training just like him,” the older man gripped Christian’s hair and pulled the confused and horny stud off his cock.
The trainer’s cock was coated with drool and saliva. He then walked down the length of the table, running his hands over the chisel, sculpted body. The body hair that McCaffrey did had was light and blonde, giving an appearance of smoothness. When he reached the perfect, large mounds of Christian’s ass, the trainer took the bottle of warm oil and poured it over the flawless large glutes.
To be continued
2022-11-05 01:29:02 +0000 UTC
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Derrick was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with his tiny, locked up dick as he looked up at his master. The older man was impressed as he looked down at the huge, naked juiced-up bodybuilder. Derrick’s smooth, saturated muscles were bulging from the recent intense workout. His vascular veins were pumped and stretching the smooth skin. They were like road maps running up his forearm to his thick biceps and boulders like shoulders and across his large, heavy pecs. A layer of sweat was still coating those huge muscles from the workout.
“Please,” Derrick mumbled as he opened his mouth to form a perfect o-shape.
The master smirked and undid his pants. Derrick's eyes widened when he saw the thick cock. He kept his mouth open and head up, reminding the master of a baby bird begging to be fed. The master laughed and then gripped Derrick’s shaved head. The bodybuilder didn’t resist as he was pulled toward the huge, thick cock, and let out a deep muffled moan as he took it into his mouth. The master was soon pounding his cock against the back of Derrick’s throat, causing the bodybuilder to gag over its thickness. However, Derrick didn’t stop, instead he continued to try to worship and take as much of it down his throat as he could. The master pulled Derrick’s head off his cock just enough to allow the roid pig to breath before thrusting back in.
As Derrick sucked and worshiped his cock, the master ran his hands down the twin mountain slopes of the bodybuilder’s shoulders. He squeezed the huge traps muscles as he continued to guide Derrick on and off his cock. The master’s hands continued down to the large cannon ball size delts. The 5’5” bodybuilder had spent every day for the past five years honing and creating the perfect muscle body. With his cock shoved all the way down Derrick’s tight throat, the master cupped each smooth, oversized pecs in his hands. He squeezed and bounced the meaty slabs of flesh. Derrick let out more muffled moans when the master teased his downward pointed nipples. They were firm and appeared hard enough to cut diamonds as the older man flicked and twisted them in his fingers.
Derrick was a straight, skinny, little boy when he was recruited into the master’s Alpha Stable. He has always been self-conscious about his shortness and his little dick, however, the master took him under his wing and trained Derrick. He pushed the boy harder and harder and injected him with steroids and other supplements, until he transformed Derrick into the perfect muscle juiced head himbo. Derrick now had the body he dreamed of, but at a cost. He was totally dependent on the master. The master does all the thinking for him, and takes care of him, along with the dozen or so other bodybuilders and jocks in the stable. Derrick just had to workout and be the good obedient muscle fuck boy. All traces of his old straight life was fucked out of him, along with any useful intelligence. The dumb himbo that he was turned into believe anything his master told him or instructed him to believe, including that the cum from other men, that he swallows and take up his large ass had made him big and strong. This allows the master to pimp Derrick and the other dumb studs out. They would do anything to make him happy and get reward with much testosterone and protein rich cum down their throats and perfect sculpted asses as they could take,
As he grew bigger, Derrick’s little dick became more useless. The master at first told him when he first locked Derrick’s cock up in a cockcage, that he did so to make the muscle boy more focused and less distracted. Indeed, Derrick found himself focusing more on working out and became less distracted. Over the months and years, Derrick’s dick became more useless. With his tiny dick locked up, he paid more attention to satisfying his master’s and other men’s pleasure. The only pleasure he was allowed was when he get fucked. It was the only time his dicklit was freed from its confinement. This made the former straight boy eager to get fucked up the ass, and associate getting used and fucked as pleasurable.
Like all of the master’s studs, Derrick’s body was kept smooth, devoid of body hair from the neck down. The smoothness enhanced every sexy curve, shredded muscles, and pumped vein on the short muscle stud’s beautiful body. However, at the same time the smooth crotch highlighted just how small and insufficient his cock was.
The steroids that he was pumped with, only further deflated his useless cock and balls. In addition, the steroids caused the rounded roid glute to develop which pushed his chisel abs out, stretching his thin smooth skin.
Derrick continued to slurp on the thick cock of his master, coating the cock with his drool and saliva. The master always like to fuck each of his stallions once a week. The feeling of plowing a tight, muscle plumped ass is always intoxicating to the master. He finally pulled Derrick off his cock and the bodybuilder looked up at him with his beautiful puppy dog eyes. His disappointment of not having the cock to nurse on any longer was short lived as he watched the master flip through a chain of keys around his neck. Each key had a boy’s name on it. When he saw the master holding his key on the chain Derrick’s eyes lit up. Derrick then stood up at attention while the master unlocked his cock. As the steel device fell to the floor, his withered little dicklit began to harden.
The well trained Derrick didn’t need to be told what to do. He turned his wide, chisel back to the older man and got on his hands and knees on the bed, his basketball size glutes facing the master. Derrick then pressed his face into the sheets of the bed, arching his back, he pushed his large ass into the air with his tree trunk size legs spread. His ass cheeks were massively oversized. The master required Derrick to workout on his legs and ass three days a week, two hours straight, and cardio geared toward lower body strength. As a result his ass was flawless and satiated with thick cords of muscles. Between the beautiful round ass cheeks laid Derrick’s freshly cleaned and lubed muscle pussy. Each of the master’s bodybuilders must keep their manpussies ready to be fucked at all times. Derrick’s musclepussy was smooth, having been recently waxed. The rosebud entrance winked and flex at him, begging to be fucked.
The master stroked himself as he admired the muscle boy’s beautiful ass. Derrick was one of his favorites. The short, compact body of thick muscles on top of muscles was built to be fucked hard. Also Derrick was so eager to please. The master raised his free hand and brought it down hard on the perfect ass. The impact of the hand landing on the muscle layered ass echoed through the room. Derrick’s jump in reflex and he let out a deep moan of pleasure. The master then proceeded to slap each tight, firm ass cheek, watching them bounce at the impact while testing the large cheeks’ firmness. Each time the overgrown muscle boy groaned and wigged his plump juicy behind.
The master then aimed his fat cock between the massive melons and pushed in. Derrick let out a loud grunt and groaned in pleasure as the thick cock slid into him. As the cock pushed deeper, Derrick began to flex his incredible anal muscles around it, pulling it deeper into him. His musclepussy was so hungry. The master pulled out and thrust back in, each time Derrick tried to pull him deeper and deeper. Derrick gripped the sheets in his fist while pushing backwards.
“That's it. That’s my good muscle slut,” the master thrusted harder and deeper into him.
Derrick could only moan in response. Being called a muscle slut made Derrick more turned on and aroused. He pushed back harder, fucking himself on his master’s cock. The master smiled and thrusted harder as well. He grabbed hold of the huge shoulders and used them as leverage to drive deeper into his fuck toy. Derrick’s musclepussy flexed and tightened around his cock like a vice, while the muscle boy milked the master’s cock. The master rammed deep into the bodybuilder’s pussy and paused. He was enjoying the feel of those hot, powerful muscles around his thick cock. Finally he couldn’t hold out anymore. With a loud grunt, he came deep inside his slave. Derrick’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he felt the protein and testosterone rich cum filling deep inside him.
The master stayed deep inside Derrick as he continued to enjoy the musclepussy. After making sure Derrick got all of his precious cum, the master pulled out of the stretch hole. Derrick was soon on his knees once again, licking the master’s cock clean.
2022-11-03 00:23:51 +0000 UTC
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Halloween
Collin couldn’t resist taking a selfie of himself in front of the mirror. His costume for the fraternity’s Halloween party was awesome. Colin felt like it was appropriate for him, as he was a Greek god after all. He adjusted the already short tunic higher to show off his bare, muscular legs. Collin was proud of his body and showed it off as much as possible. To be as authentic looking as possible, the blonde muscle god even wore only a tiny pair of white bikini briefs under the tunic.
“Dude, can you zip me up,” Collin’s roommate, Peter, came out of the bathroom, struggling to zip up the back of his extremely tight Spider-Man costume.
“Sure, man,” Collin turned to face Peter’s exposed shredded back and gripped the zipper that ran from the small of the dark hair jock’s back up the muscle layered back.
“The measurements online sucks. I should have got the next size,” Peter said as his friend struggled to pull the zipper up.
“Damn dude, it's tight. There it goes,” Collin finally was able to pull the zipper all the way up. “Fit like a glove,” Collin laughed.
“I only can fit a jockstrap under it,” Peter laughed in return as he checked himself in the mirror.
The spandex Spider-Man suit left little to the imagination. It hugged every bulging muscle and sexy curve on the 6 foot muscular jock.
“Lisa would love it,” Collin laughed, referring to Peter's long time girlfriend.
“I hope it would get her in the mood to finally fuck,” Peter adjusted his bulging crotch. Even with the jockstrap under the suit the outline of his impressive cock was visible through the second skin like costume.
The fraternity annual Halloween party was the biggest in the college town, it was the go to place to be seen and muscle jocks Collin and Peter were definitely noticed. It was wall to wall people, all dressed up for Halloween. The music was loud and pounding as Collin and his girlfriend Monica made their way through the crowds. Collin suddenly bumped into what he thought was a brick wall. He looked up and found himself standing before a mountain of muscles all painted red from top of his head to toe. The seven foot tall mountain of muscles looked like the devil, with realistic horns on his forehead and goat like legs.
“Dude, awesome costume,” Collin peered up at the giant and raised his beer bottle.
Monica giggled as she looked at the stranger’s red loincloth. A huge piece of meat was tenting the tiny cloth out.
“Do I know you man,” Collin asked over the loud musicas he noticed the devil dressed stranger staring down at him.
The devil didn’t say a word, and only shaked his head no.
“The strong silent type,” Monica giggled.
However, the way the stranger was staring at him, gave Collin the creeps. “Well, have fun dude,” Collin steared Monica away from the stranger.
However, everytime Collin turned his head he saw the devil again, standing alone and staring at him. Later that evening, Collin found himself having to go to the bathroom, having consumed way too much beer. There was a long line at the downstairs bathrooms, so Collin slipped upstairs to the second floor. The second floor of the frat house was off limits for the most part to the partygoers, so the dark halls were deserted. Collin found a bathroom and closed the door behind him. He lifted his tunic and pulled out his cock. Colin felt so good as he relieved himself.
Colin then heard the door swing open behind him, “sorry occupied.”
However, he could feel the breath on the back of his muscular neck as the stranger moved closer behind him.
“Dude, I’m not into that,” Collin pulled his cock back into his underwear and put down the tunic.
Collin then turned his head and saw the guy painted like the devil, “what the fuck. Fuck off man.” Collin turned to leave but the giant pushed him against the sink. Collin felt the large hands pulling his briefs down his thick thighs as his tunic was pulled up exposing his round muscular ass.
“I’m not gay, fuck off,” Collin protested but he was no match for the larger man.
“Relax,” the voice rang through Collin’s head. It didn’t come from the stranger, but Collin knew it was his. Suddenly, the jock was overcome in a feeling of bliss as all resistance faded. His tunic was lifted to expose his sculpted ass cheeks as the stranger pressed his huge cock between Collin’s tight ass cheeks. Collin let out a deep moan as the massive red cock was pushed into him. Instead of pain, the straight jock felt only pleasure. His own cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum onto the bathroom floor. Collin threw back his blonde head and rested it against the red chest as the devil gripped Collin’s shredded muscular arms, using them to thrust in and out of the jock’s virgin hole.
Suddenly Colin felt the hot seed filling him, as the devil came deep inside him.
“Oh, ahh, Fffuck,” Colin cried out before passing out in the stranger’s arms.
The devil smiled as he held the jock’s muscular limp body. He then scoops up Colin’s body and throws him over his shoulders as if he was a sack of potatoes. Collin’s powerful legs and well sculpted arms dangled over the huge red shoulders. The tunic felt over Colin’s head, exposing his beautiful smooth jock ass. No one even noticed or paid any attention as the stranger, painted all in red, carried the muscular jock over his shoulders through the crowded party and out through the front door. The devil laughed wickedly as his hands traveled up Colin’s well defined hamstrings and over the plump, flawless bubble ass. As he passed a group of co-Ed’s heading to the party, the devil gave Colin’s ass a hard slap, causing the out cold jock to let out a moan. However, none of the girls seemed to notice. The devil then continued to walk through campus while pushing a thick long finger into Colin’s abused hole. He smiled to himself as he felt the boy’s cock stir and grew hard, pressing against his huge red shoulders.
The devil carried Colin right past Peter as the jock stumbled down the dark street in his revealing Spider-Man costume. Peter was wasted when Lisa caught him making out in a closet with Leslie, the campus slut. He tried to explain it was a mistake, he drank too much but Lisa ran off. Peter now was stumbling back to his dorm room at night. His head was pounding as he walked down the cold street. The autumn night wind brushing through the thin material of the costume against his muscular body. He didn’t realize that the campus walkways were suddenly deserted and pitched black as he walked. Peter was always used to the sidewalks on campus being well lit at all hours of the night. However, tonight, what should have been the busiest night of the year, everything was dark. He was so wasted that the beautiful jock didn’t notice he was being followed. The figure in dark clothes stood back as he followed the tall jock from the frat house toward the campus. The stranger marveled at Peter’s large developed ass as it stretched the thin material of the spandex suit. The very sight of the firm, sculpted glutes, flexing as he stumbled down the path made the stranger thirsty. The stranger kept his distance, observing, stalking Peter as if he was a prey. As a result, the jock had no concern or idea that he was being stalked by a predator. The shoes of the costume were not made for walking long distances on concrete. Peter’s feet were hurting and he stopped to lean against a lamp post.
When he stopped he then heard the sounds of heavy footsteps behind him, growing closer with each step. Peter hasn't felt vulnerable in years. Although his face was boyish and innocent looking, his tall, chisel muscles gave him confidence that few people would mess with him. That however, gave him a false sense of security that night. He turned to face the stranger that was following him.
The thin, pale looking man, all in black approached him. At first, Peter looked him over and felt no threat. He noticed the small man licking his reddish lips as he hungrily looked.
“What you want, fag,” Peter’s voice was slurried from too much to drink.
It was then that Peter got a good look at the intense red eyes. Instantly fear rushed through Peter. The jock wasn’t used to feeling fear of anyone. He tried to turn, to run. However, the thin, little man grabbed him by the shoulders. Before Peter could react, he heard a voice deep in his head telling him to relax. All resistance and fear faded from his body as the dark stranger gently kissed the back of his neck. The straight Peter let out a deep moan as the man kissed down the thick cords of muscles on the right side of his neck.
“Relax, baby, it feels so good to relax,” the voice in his head was so smoothing.
As a result every muscle in Peter’s body relaxed. He felt the cool breeze on his back as the zipper to the skin tight suit was lowered, revealing inch by inch of his smooth, chisel back. The stranger lowered the zipper to the v shape lines of Peter’s lower back and spread the costume to reveal the muscle layered rear delts. Then the stranger opened his mouth to expose his razor shaped teeth. Peter then felt a rush of pleasure as the teeth bit down on the thick pulsating vein of his neck. The stronger jock found himself growing weaker as he was being fed upon. The vampire ripped the suit open further until the jock’s bubble ass was exposed. Peter’s eyes rolled into his head as he suddenly felt a pressure between his smooth glutes. The thick cock, hardened by the younger man’s essence, pushed into the prey’s ass. Peter cried out as the vampire both fed upon him and fucked him. As the vampire took the jock to the edge of life, he came inside Peter, returning a new existence to him.
The day after and the weeks following, no one saw either Peter or Colin again. There were all kinds of wild rumors, but nothing to explain their disappearance. It eventually became nothing more then an urban legend.
2022-11-01 01:18:35 +0000 UTC
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Officer Jamel Part 3
The two police officers awoke in the judge’s bedroom, on their backs on the large bed. Jamel woke first to a painful jaw. It was sore from the blow job he performed on the judge, but also from the ball gag that was lodged into his mouth. He quickly discovered that his wrists and ankles were cuffed together with his own handcuffs in a position that left his powerful legs in the air and his cop hole exposed. Jamel looked in fear next to him and discovered Marcus was in the same situation. A thick collar, studded with diamonds and pearls, were fastened tightly around each man’s muscular neck. Jamel pulled at his restraints and tried to voice useless, muffled protests. He heard the Judge’s laughter in response to his futile attempts to get free. Jamel lifted his head and peered between his lifted, spread legs. The judge stood naked in front of the large bed, holding their police batons in his hands. Judge Harris’ white cock was huge. Jamel looked in panic toward Marcus and discovered his partner was calmingly looking toward his master. In fact from Marcus’s throbbing, leaking cock, it was obvious that the butch Italian stud was aroused by his situation.
Then Jamel felt a pressure against his hole. His eyes turned back to the judge and saw the older man was pushing their own bantons into the cops’ tight asses. As Judge Harris moved the police batons in and out of them, Marcus was moaning over his ball gag. The older man knew exactly what he was doing as he moved the nightsticks against both men's prostates. Jamel wanted to cry out but at the same time he felt so fucking good as his prostate was played with for the first time.
The slight of the two muscular cops, the perfect example of an alpha male, being bound and helpless was intoxicating to the older man. While the two police officers were out, he had carefully shaved both men’s asses and crotch, leaving them smooth. Judge Harris was taking his time on deciding which one to fuck first, as he teased their exposed coppussies. He had often used the Italian stallion’s muscular bubble ass and was never disappointed in the stud’s stummia. However, Jamel’s beautiful black body was exotic and alluring. He was the epithet of masculinity with his huge, dark muscles. Above all, his magnificent ass, round and firm, perfectly sculpted from black granite, was too irresistible to pass up.
Harris pulled the nightstick out of Jamel’s ass, and pushed it, with the other one around in Marcus’s ass. He then aimed his thick, white cock as Jamel’s virgin hole. Jamel tried to plead with his eyes but to no result. With his eyes locked on the black cop’s sexy eyes, the judge pressed his large cock into the tiny hole. Jamel arched his back further off the bed and let out a muffled cry as he was penetrated for the first time. The judge continued to push deeper, stretching and ripping the black man’s hole further open. Harris pulled out and thrusted back in, each time Jamel’s muscular ass adjusted to the thickness and the pain faded. He soon found himself pushing toward the judge as waves of pleasure filled him. Marcus was looking at his partner in envoy as the judge worked the two nightsticks up his coppussy.
Just when Jamel thought he was going to explode, the judge pulled out of him. Harris then pulled the nightsticks out of Marcus’s hole and traded places. He thrusted his huge cock up the Italian cop’s ass, while replacing the nightsticks up into Jamel’s black ass. Judge Harris continued to pound each police officer, taking turns, rotating between Jamel and Marcus. Drool ran from their gag mouths, down their chins, as all thoughts of their straight lives were fucked out of them. The look of pure lust on their masculine faces was driving the judge over the edge. He pulled out and aimed his cock at both Jamel and Marcus. His cock erupted, sending his semen over their perfect bodies and face. Harris then gripped their cocks in each hand and jerked them. Jamel and Marcus thrust their hips into the air, arching their backs. The judge aimed their throbbing cocks at their faces just as they both came at the same time. The cum shot from their cocks and ached through the air, landing right on their faces. The slight was breathing taking to the judge as the white cum ran down their chisel, ruggedly handsome features.
After recovering, the judge unfastened their ball gags. As soon as his mouth was freed, Marcus leaned over and he started to lick the cum from Jamel’s handsome, dark face. Jamel began to return the favor, as the judge freed their arms and legs. For the next several hours the two police officers licked the judge and each other clean, and ended up falling asleep on either side of the judge, with his arms draped over their bodybuilding bodies.
Before sending the two well fucked police officers on their way home, the judge locked their cocks into steel cockcages. Both cops stood obediently, with their huge arms behind their wide backs, as their once proud cocks were locked up. They knew the judge would be the sole individual to keep the keys and therefore have complete control over their manhoods. After securing their cocks, he gave them both new jockstraps to wear. The straps were tight as they pulled the white jocks up their massive legs and adjusted the straps around their muscular asses. Lastly, they put their uniforms back on and he sent them away to return to what remained of their straight alpha lives.
2022-10-28 01:21:55 +0000 UTC
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Officer Jamel Part 2
Officers Marcus and Jamel didn’t say a word to each other as they walked back to their police cruiser, with their cocks still sticking out of their uniform pants and the front of Jamel’s dark blue uniform covered in cum. Once they were inside the cruiser and Marcus pulled out to follow the judge, Jamel spoke. He stared straight ahead at the taillights of the BMW in front of them.
“Why,” Jamel’s voice was low.
“Sorry, buddy. I had no choice. The judge is a very powerful man, and he's been supplying several of us in the department with steroids and other experimental supplements. We have no choice but to obey him,” Marcus tried to explain.
Jamel looked at his partner in confusion but his eyes dropped to the muscular Italian cop’s exposed cock. Marcus was stroking his foreskin over his uncut cock head while driving. Jamel knew he should be mad but also knew it was nothing he could do. His own black cock was so hard as it stood out from his open uniform pants. For the last few months, Marcus had been giving him the supplements, claiming they would make him huge. It did, the results were the best he ever experienced. Jamel also found himself having a hard time focusing, except when following orders, and always horny. He was absentmindedly stroking his cock as he stared out of the front of the car.
“Just relax, buddy. Just do as you are told and it will feel so good,” Marcus reached over and patted Jamel on his thick thigh.
For the first time, a touch of another man sent a wave of pleasure up his leg and straight to his cock, causing it to bounce and jerk.
The judge’s BMW pulled into the gated private drive and Marcus pulled in behind him. Jamel was astonished by the seer size of the house. Marcus parked the cruiser and both police officers followed the judge into the house, with their throbbing cocks poking out of their uniforms.
The judge then led them into the elegant, large library, “You are correct, Marcus, your friend is a true beauty.” The judge’s eyes ran over the black police officer before him, inspecting the rookie cop in the full light.
The judge turned and poured them each a drink from the minibar. He turned and handed each police officer the drink.
Jamel started to protest that they were on duty but Marcus interrupted him.
“I think our shift has ended by now. Anyway I think we both need something to take the edge off.”
Jamel watched Marcus drink it down and he followed. He soon was feeling so mellow and relaxed, although his cock was even harder as it poked out from his uniform. The two officers were soon swaying back and forth as the judge sit in his large leather, high back chair,
“take off each other’s uniform. But keep your gun belts on,” the judge’s commanding voice sent shivers up Jamel’s body.
“Yes, sir,” Marcus replied as he turned to face Jamel.
Marcus looked his partner straight in his dark eyes as his hands undid Jamel’s pants and then knelt to peel them down the massive quads. Jamel swallowed hard and closed his eyes as his pants were pulled down. Marcus’s mouth was only inches away from his throbbing black cock. Jamel kicked off his shoes and lifted his powerful legs one by one to help his partner take off the pants. Jamel’s tight white briefs contrasted with the smooth flawless onyx colored skin. His uniform shirt barely covered large, perfectly shaped ass. As Marcus slowly stood up he ran his large hands over the well developed legs and up and over the basketball size, brief-covered glutes, until Marcus once again stood, smiling, in front of him.
Jamel’s head and world was spinning. Never in his life had he felt so nervous and aroused, and unable to think. The normally confident Jamel’s hands were shaking as he reached out and started to unbutton Marcus uniform shirt. The shirt was tight as it was stretched over the bulletproof vest and the thick muscular torso. He pulled the shirt out from under the gunbelt and Marcus’s pants and eased them down the Italian stud’s large muscular, tattooed arms. After removing the shirt, Jamel unfastened the vest and pulled it over Marcus’s black hair. The black underarmour compression t-shirt was virtually painted on to his partner’s sculpted torso, clinging to the cobblestone 8 pack and large heavy pecs. Marcus smiled and lifted his thick arms as Jamel proceeded to peel the shirt off, slowly revealing the chisel Roman god body inch by inch. Straight Jamel had seen many muscular men in his life from being a jock and a bodybuilder but he was never so turned on by another man.
After throwing the shirt on to the floor, it was once again Marcus’s turn. He took his time, unhooking the radio fastened to Jamel’s shirt and unbuttoning each button before sliding the shirt over the muscular huge arms. Jamel’s dark skinned biceps were as large as his head, and perfectly toned. The stratated viens of Jamel’s forearms were pumped. After removing the shirt, he unfastened Jamel’s vest and revealed the tight t-shirt, stretched over the black Adonis’s huge pecs and brick like 8pack. Jamel closed his eyes and obediently lifted his arms over his head, inadvertently flexing his massive triceps. Marcus then pulled the shirt over his partner’s head. Jamel stood like a statue made in the purest black stone, in only his white briefs and gun belt.
Jamel then stepped closer, their hard exposed cockheads poking each other, as the rookie lifted Marcus’s gunbelt and undid the top button of his pants. Jamel knelt and slid the pants down the massive, well developed legs. Marcus was wearing a jockstrap with his uncut cock poking out of its side. The straps framed the two perfect sculpted ass cheeks perfectly.
All along, Judge Harris sits in his chair, slipping his drink while watching the two muscle bound gods strip and explore each other. The scene was so intense and arousing. The judge had tooling his thick white cock out and was stroking it. Finally he knew he couldn’t take it much longer and ordered the two muscular police officers to kneel beside him.
Jamel and Marcus obediently pulled away from exploring each other’s body and knelt before their master. The judge smiled down into the dark sexy eyes of the two masculine, former alpha cops as they submissively looked up at him.
“Marcus, show your partner how to properly service another man’s cock. Jamel, pay attention, Marcus here is a very good cocksucker. Aren’t you,” Harris roughs up the Italian stud’s dark hair.
“Yes, master,” Marcus answered in his deep masculine voice.
Jamel couldn’t believe it. Marcus has always been masculine, in charge, an alpha male. Now he watched Marcus open his mouth and took the older man’s cock into it. Jamel found himself copying Marcus’s every move as they shared the thick white cock. The judge was enjoying the two alpha cops’ tight throats as they each worked their mouths over his cock. Marcus would hold the cook in his fist while Jamel tried to take as much of it down his throat as he could. When Jamel began to gag and turned red, Marcus took over sucking the cock until Jamel regained his breath. He was amazed how much Marcus was able to take without showing any sign of gagging. Jamel didn’t knew that Marcus’s gag reflect had long been fucked out of him. Despite Marcus’s superior oral skills, the judge enjoyed Jamel’s thick, sexy lips as Jamel tried desperately to pleasure the older man. Harris ran his hands down both police officers’ huge muscular shoulders. At the same time he pressed his shoes against their hard cocks, causing both men to moan over his white cock. When he lifted his feet, their cocks bounced back, hard and throbbing. The judge guides both men on and off his cock, making them share and take turns worshiping his cock. They were both so masculine and beautiful, with their huge muscles. They both look up at him with their eyes filled with lust looking for approval. Their mouths and lips wrapped around his thick cock. He gripped their heads and pulled them off his cock. Harris then aimed his cock at their masculine faces and came hard, coating their faces with his cum. They looked even more beautiful as the white semen ran down their chisel features. He then stood up, leaving the two police officers on their knees. Marcus leaned toward Jamel and began to lick their master’s cum from his face. Jamel moaned and began to return the favor, as they licked and then kissed each other’s faces. Marcus and Jamel were so absorbed in each other, they didn’t notice judge Harris approaching them with a syringe in each hand. Judge Harris plunge the syringes into the thick cords of muscles of their necks. He smiled as the eyes of both muscle bound police officers rolled into the back of their head as their powerful muscles grew limp as they collapsed against each other and onto the floor.
To be continued
2022-10-27 01:07:26 +0000 UTC
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Officer Jamel was in the police department only a few months when his partner Marcus introduced him to Judge Harris. Jamel and Marcus hit it off instantly. They had a lot in common. Both police officers were single, and were gym rats. Marcus often boasted that they were the most built guys in the police department. It was definitely true. They were both built like brick houses. Their uniforms were tight around their huge muscles. Both men were into bodybuilding and Marcus already won several competitions. When they weren’t on shift they were working out together at the gym. Marcus even offered to train Jamel for an upcoming bodybuilding show. They were also ambitious. Marcus always had a get rich scheme while Jamel dreamed of being the first black police commissioner and even beyond.
Jamel was bored and horny as sat in the passenger seat of the police cruiser listening to Marcus talk about some hot babe at the gym. They were parked by the road leading to the rich subdivision with its high private walled mansions. Jamel reached his large hand down to his muscular thighs. The uniform pants were stretched over his massive quads, which was still sore from the intense leg workout they had before their shift. He moved his hand up to his bulging crotch, giving it a firm squeeze, as he thought about the hot woman at the gym that complimented him on his huge, muscle packed body. Jamel and Marcus had an hour left on their shift and he couldn’t wait to call the hot babe to hook up. He knew she would go crazy for his black cop cock.
Just then a black BMW speeded by, going 15miles over the speed limit. Marcus immediately pulled out onto the road as Jamelhit his lights and siren. The BMW pulled over. Jamel and Marcus both got out of the car and Marcus grabbed his nightstick before approaching the expensive car. Jamel’s cock was still hard as he approached the passenger window while Marcus approached the driver.
“License and regulations, sir,” Marcus’s voice was deep and masculine as the tinted window rolled down. “Oh, Judge Harris. I didn’t recognize the car, sir,” the normally cool, collective Marcus appeared nervous.
“Everything ok,” Jamel looked over the car at his partner, concerned.
Marcus was standing dangerously close to the driver window. Jamel walked around the expensive car and stood beside Marcus. He then saw the older, white man’s hand on Marcus’s crotch.
“Well, who do we have here,” the older man asked as he took in the muscular black police officer.
“This is my partner Jamel. Jamel, this is Judge Harris,” Marcus’ tried to hold back a moan.
Jamel immediately recognized the name. Everyone knew Judge Harris. He was one of the most influential people in the city let alone the state. The judge virtually runs the county. Men like Harris could make or break someone like him. Everyone heard the rumors about the judge. He was connected to the governor and even helped the governor out of a rumored scandal involving a state trooper in his own bodyguard detail. And there were rumors in the department itself that the judge help certain muscular police officers to advance in return for sexual favors. Jamel wasn’t gay, but he wasn’t stupid.
It was then he felt the hand on his uniform crotch. He looked down and found the judge’s left hand groping and squeezing his cock through the tight uniform pants, Jamel was speechless.
“Sir, remove your hand from my crotch,” Jamel commanded.
Marcus whispered into his right ear, “just relax. Don’t be stupid.”
The old white man just smiled up at him and continued to squeeze his crotch. Jamel wanted to push the pervert away and arrest him right there, but he found himself unable to move or resist. The hand job felt amazing. He looked back at Marcus and his partner placed his hand on Jamel’s broad back, guiding him closer to the car window.
“That a good officer,” the judge whispered as he worked the thick cock in the uniform pants.
Jamel’s uniform pants were so tight that his hard cock was painful. He looked down and then noticed the judge had his own cock out, a big, thick white cock. The judge was stroking his own cock with his right hand while groping Jamel’s cock with his other hand. Jamel swallowed hard as he found himself unable to look away from the cock. He could feel Marcus’s breath on the back of his thick neck and Marcus’s hand sliding down his back to his large basketball size glutes.
“Unzip your pants, Officer,” the judge’s voice was stern and commanding.
“Don’t resist, buddy,” Marcus whispered into Jamel’s ear as his hands knead and squeeze the muscle pack ass in the tight uniform pants.
Jamel found himself lifted his gun belt and unzipped his pants, revealing the white nylon briefs he wore under his uniform. His cock was bulging to get free.
“Good Officer, now take out your cock and play with it,” the judge commanded.
For the first time in Jamel’s life he felt submissive. He was raised to obey authority and it was a driving influence for him to join the police department. Therefore it came natural to him to obey. He fished out his hard black cock and stroked it in front of the older man. He was breathing heavily as he wrapped his large fist around the thick black shaft and moved his hand up and down the cock.
“Very nice, Officer. Give me your baton,” the judge ordered.
Marcus did as he was told, he unhooked the night stick from his utility belt and handed it to the older man. The judge then ran the baton down the sides of Jamel’s thick, powerful legs and then between them, rubbing it against the police officer’s trapped fat balls and against his covered hole between the large, magnificent ass cheeks. Jamel was humiliated but at the same time found himself rubbing his uniform covered balls and ass against the baton. The judge then moved the baton and pressed it against Jamel’s fat cock. He pressed down on it with the night stick and watched the hard cock bounce back up when he removed the baton. Jamel let out a deep moan. He couldn’t believe he was letting that old white man use him and humiliate him right on the side of the road, and his own partner was helping the man. The judge then pushed the baton into Jamel’s uniform and briefs.
“Oh, fuck,” Jamel moaned as he placed both hands on the top of the car.
The judge pressed the baton’s tip against Jamel’s heavy balls and tight hole between his ass cheeks. The older man left the nightstick in Jamel’s pants while wrapping his white fist around the fat black cock. Marcus pressed against Jamel’s uniform covered ass. His ass was so big and sexy. Jamel gripped the top of the car tight as he began to fuck the man’s hand while riding the nightstick. It felt so good as Marcus grinder against him while the judge worked his black cock. Suddenly he couldn’t hold out and started to cum. The judge continued to pump the thick cock as cum ran down Jamel’s cock.
“Good Officer,” the judge replied as he released the softening cock.
Marcus caught Jamel as he collapsed against him. Jamel tried to regain his breathing as he watched the judge wipe his cum covered hand on the front of Jamel’s uniform.
“Good officers. Why don’t you two come back to my place and we can continue,” the Judge smiled. It was obvious that it wasn’t a suggestion, but an order.
To be continued
2022-10-26 01:07:59 +0000 UTC
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Reap what you sow
Jeff and his friends were staying at a hotel in Germany for a fitness expo. They were enjoying themselves, having a few drinks, flirting with girls and having fun. On a dare the five muscular younger men were strutting across the elegant hotel lobby toward the elevator, in only their underwear. They were causing quite a scene. When they got on the elevator they were joined by an older, bearded German man. Guthrie couldn’t help but check out the four sexy American studs as they flexed in the elevator’s mirror. Jeff made eye contact with the older man and smirked. He then punched Adam, his dark friend who wore only a pair of white briefs and whispered “fag” while nodding to Guthrie. Guthrie was trying to ignore the muscular younger men but he found it harder to do. To make matters worse, he ended up getting off on the same floor as the four Americans. He felt like he was following them down the hall as his room was unfortunate across from the younger men’s. They were teasing him, shaking their firm behinds in their tight underwear, and laughing about it. Before he went into his room, he heard Jeff once again whispered “fag”. Guthrie turned and caught Jeff winking and licking his lips before slamming the door to their room. It wasn’t the end of their stuganials. Later the four inspiring fitness models were running up and down the halls, in only jockstraps. Guthrie stepped out of his room and saw Jeff’s friend, Marcus’ milk chocolate bare ass sprinting in only a jockstrap.
Late at night, Jeff found himself twisting and turning in bed. Everytime he tried to fall asleep he saw the man from across the hall. For the first time in Jeff’s life he felt sorry for making fun of someone. He didn’t know why it was different from all the other people the arrogant fitness model had bullied. Eventually, Jeff got out of bed and found himself walking out of his room in just his yellow underwear.
When he heard the knocking on his hotel room door, Guthrie opened the door and found Jeff standing there in only his underwear. The older man's eyes roamed down the sexy male Fitness model’s half naked body. It was obvious to see why Jeff was in so many workout magazines and fashion covers at his age. His smooth, flawless body was the up and coming idea of aesthetic male beauty.
Jeff was nervous as he didn’t understand why he was there in just his underwear, “I, I am sorry about earlier today. My friends and I were jerks and I. I want to make it up to you.” The words flow from his mouth. As he stumbled over his words his cock was stirring in his little yellow underwear.
“Oh, I see,” Guthrie smiled at the once cocky stud.
“If you want to touch me it will be fine,” Jeff couldn’t believe he just said that.
“I would like that very much,” Guthrie smiled.
As Guthrie reached out and touched Jeff’s chisel abs, waves of pleasure shot through Jeff’s body. Jeff let out a deep moan and he found himself putting his hands behind his head to flex. The more the older man stroked him the more aroused Jeff grew. Guthrie moved lower until he gripped Jeff’s cock through the thin underwear. Jeff didn’t pull away or protested. In fact, his cock grew hard in the man’s hand.
“Hmmm, you are a bad little boy aren’t you,” the German man smirked as he squeezed the younger man’s cock.
“Yes, sir,” Jeff whimpered as Guthrie gripped his four inch cock through the underwear to pull Jeff into his room.
Guthrie closed the door and turned to admire the male fitness model’s perfectly shaped ass in the yellow trunks.
“You've been a very bad boy,” Guthrie stepped behind the cocky jock and slapped the firm ass.
Jeff jumped at the man’s slap on his ass. Not only did he jump at the impact of the slap but at the wave of pleasure that shot through his tone body,
“Yes, daddy, I was very bad,” Jeff found himself moaning like a little boy. All of his arrogant, alpha persona crumbled.
Guthrie walked over to a chair by the table in his room and sat down, “take off your underwear and bend over my knee. In my country, bad boys get spanked.” Guthrie patted his knees.
Deep down Jeff was humiliated but he could only reply, “yes, daddy.” His cock remained rock hard as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. He had always been self-conscious about his cock size, and it had led him to overcompensate for his inadequacy with bodybuilding and working out. As a result of years of training he created a sexy, desirable body so that girls would overlook his little cock. After stepping out of his underwear, he then obediently laid across Guthrie’s lap. He could feel the man’s thick, impressive cock inside Guthrie’s jeans pressing against his washboard abs.. Guthrie admired the beautiful sculpted ass as the boy laid face down. He then squeezed his legs together trapping the boy cock between them. Jeff felt so slutty bent over the older man’s lap. Guthrie then raised his right hand and brought it down hard on the smooth, muscular ass cheeks. The impact echoed through the hotel room as his hand hit the firm ass, causing the cheek to bounce. At the impact Jeff kicked his powerful legs out. The slap strung but at the same time Jeff let out a moan of pleasure. The older man began to take turns spanking each cheek and was amused to find the cocky stud was moaning at each slap while Jeff’s cock remained rock hard between Guthrie legs. He gripped Jeff’s brown hair and pulled the boy’s head up. The look of pleasure was etched on his handsome model face. Jeff couldn’t believe he was getting turned on from being spanked.
“You like being spanked like a bad little boy,” Guthrie slapped the beautiful sculpted ass cheeks harder.
“Oh, fuck, yes, daddy,” Jeff moaned.
Jeff had never been spanked before, having grown up as a spoiled brat. He found himself enjoying it. The rougher the man spanked him the more aroused he became.
“I’m such a bad boy, ooohh,” Jeff moaned like a little boy.
All of his arrogance was gone, as he pushed his bubble ass back and wiggle it to be spanked more. His ass burned and hurt but at the same time his mind was registering only pleasure. Guthrie stopped as the once flawless white ass turned bright red. He then started to gently stroke the sore ass, running his fingers down the deep valley between the heavily muscular ass cheeks. As the older man moved closer to his virgin boypussy, Jeff spread his legs until his right foot was on the floor, giving the man access to his hole. The American boy’s hole looked so tempting as Guthrie stroked it, teasing it. Jeff moaned again as his tight boy hole flexed, begging to be penetrated. Guthrie then pushed a finger into Jeff’s hole, causing the virgin boy to let out a low groan. Jeff began to rub his throbbing cock between the older man’s legs while Guthrie stroked his insides. The straight jock felt so turned on. Guthrie then pushed in a second finger, and tried to spread them as far as possible, stretching the American model’s boypussy open.
“Please, please fuck me,” Jeff cried as he grind his cock between the man’s legs.
Guthrie smirked as he gripped Jeff’s hair and pulled the American boy off his lap. He treated the fitness model like a rag doll and pushed Jeff face down on the bed. Jeff groaned again while pushing his ass up in the air and wigged it like a slut in heat. The tight sculpted ass looked so irresistible as Guthrie undid his pants and pulled out his fat, 8” cock. Guthrie then aimed his cock at the tiny hole and with a grunt pushed into the tight muscular ass. Jeff cried out as he was penetrated for the first time. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as the cock pushed deeper, pressing against his prostate. Jeff moaned loudly. Guthrie grabbed Jeff’s thick, powerful, muscle layered back as he thrusted harder into the straight muscle boy. Jeff was moaning and crying incomprehensibly. Then suddenly, Jeff screamed as he shot his load hard. His entire body spasmed in an intense orgasm. Jeff’s anal muscles clamped down on Guthrie’s cock like a vice and began milk it. Guthrie made one last thrust deep inside the muscle boy’s ass and came inside him.
All traces of the arrogant, alpha stud were gone as Jeff obediently followed his new master into the bathroom. Guthrie proceeded to shave his new boy’s beautiful body front the neck down. He knew several of his clients would pay a high price to fuck a rising fitness star like Jeff. Guthrie had just finished locking Jeff in his new cock cage, and admired his handy work on the once cocky American jock, when there was a knock on his door. Jeff remained standing in the middle of the room, naked except for the cockcage, as Guthrie answered the door. He smiled as he greeted Jeff’s three friends standing at the door. They wore blank looks on their handsome faces as they stood in nothing but jockstraps.
“Oh, I was expecting you,” Guthrie smiled and stepped aside to let the three cocky American studs into his room.
It wasn’t an accident that he was staying in the room across from the four fitness models’ rooms. He had sneaked into their room when they were out partying and had drugged their water and protein drinks, and installed the subliminal low frequency recording. They were now his obediently slaves to pimp out to his rich clients.
2022-10-25 01:04:24 +0000 UTC
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The Hood Part 3
DeMarcus was fucked to sleep that night. All the concerns of the Hood were forgotten. The thoughts of his four kids by four different women, and his current old lady, whom he lived with and who was pregnant with his fifth kid, faded. His troubles with the law were out of his mind as he let his guard down. He didn’t had to watch his back all the time. If his homies on the streets saw their boss getting fucked and moaning and cumming like a bitch, they would lose all respect for him. However, all that didn’t matter. He found himself loving the thickness of the white cock inside him and being dominated. It was as if his real life as a strong, tough thug was a lie, a facade to cover the real him. He needed to be controlled, humiliated, reduced to an object to be used and fucked. On Sunday morning, he was once again awaken by the Judge fucking him. DeMarcus would miss the feeling of the thick white cock sliding in and out of his hole. He only had a few short hours left as the older white man’s bitch before he returned to the reality of the hood. At least until another weekend a month away.
After Harris came deep inside DeMarcus’s ass again and then got out of bed, the judge led DeMarcus into the shower. He then proceeded to thoroughly wash away the layers of dry cum and sweat from DeMarcus’ exquisite body. After he was finished, he picked out clothes for the bodybuilding thug, a pair of fresh pure white briefs, white pants, and a tight polo shirt, that stretched over his huge pecs and massive arm. When DeMarcus met his approval, the judge then took the hardened criminal to his country club for brunch. No one from his neighborhood would have recognized him if they had seen him. The fine material of the clothes felt so good against DeMarcus’ hard muscular body. At the prestigious country club he was the center of attention, but he felt so out of place. The judge’s rich friends marveled over his mystery guest. A couple in particular were obsessed with him. The wife was obviously born into money, and openly flirted with the powerful looking, dangerous black man, while her husband, a lawyer, only a couple years younger than the judge, couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off DeMarcus. As DeMarcus sat at the elegant table, he tried to bend in by copying the judge’s mannerisms while eating brunch. While the socialite wife continued to flirt with him on his left, he then suddenly felt a hand on his thick right thigh. When he looked down, he saw her husband, the lawyer, hand stroking his muscular leg, moving between the man spread legs and moving up his inner thigh. DeMarcus tried to keep cool as the man’s hand moved further up, making his cock rock hard. The thick black cock was pushing against the tight briefs and pants. He nervously looked across the table at the Judge. Judge Harris smiled at him as if he already knew what was going on under the table.
After they ate brunch, the judge and the lawyer excused themselves from the ladies and DeMarcus followed them into a private club room. His thick hardon was impossible to hide as he followed. In the private room, DeMarcus stood nervously as the two well-dressed white men poured themselves drinks and lit expensive cigars.
Then the lawyer walked over to the muscular black man, “where did you find him.” He spoke as if he was an object as he cupped the massive pecs through the tight polo shirt.
The judge sat down in one of the leather high back chairs and puffed on his cigar, “DeMarcus and I have an agreement. I’ll keep him out of prison in return for him being my good bitch.”
“Prison, hmmm, I see,” the lawyer continued to squeeze and groped the oversized pecs. “He is beautiful,” the lawyer whispered.
“DeMarcus, why don’t you show Mr. Heyes your talents,” the judge laughed.
DeMarcus shocked Heyes by kneeling in front of him. With his large hands, he undid the lawyer’s expensive pants and fished out the white cock.
“Oh fuck. Yes, he is very good,” Heyes moaned as DeMarcus wrapped his thick lips around the white cock and deepthroat it. Heyes instinctively grabbed his head and began to thrust his hips, fucking the black man’s mouth. It was the best blow job the lawyer ever received. The judge then stood up and joined his friend. DeMarcus was moving from one cock to another, taking each as far down his throat as he could. While he was sucking one cock, he was stroking the other. He licked and worked the cocks while his own was throbbing inside the tight underwear. The two men reached down and started to pull his shirt off. He obediently lifted his muscular arms and briefly pulled his mouth off their cocks as the shirt was peeled over his head.
“God, he is beautiful,” the lawyer moaned as he revealed the flawless, huge muscles.
Finally the judge pulled DeMarcus onto his feet and the two men continued to strip him down to his briefs. The white cotton briefs perfectly hugged his around bubble ass and held his throbbing cock tightly. DeMarcus was so relieved when the men finally pulled the briefs down. His black cock popped free and stood straight out from his shaved crotch.
“Damn, that ass,” the lawyer marveled at the perfect, plump ass, giving each firm cheek a hard slap.
“Yes, wait until you are in it,” the judge laughed.
The two men laughed and then guided DeMarcus over to a large antique desk. DeMarcus didn’t need to be told what to do. With only his white socks on, he laid back on the desk and gripped his ankles, pulling his legs up to his chest, exposing his hole.
The lawyer was so horny as his eyes fell upon the smooth black manpussy before him. He was happily married but years ago his friend, the judge, had taught him the pleasure of using masculine arrogant younger men. They had often shared a cocky jock, police officer, or fireman, but it was the first black man the lawyer had fucked. The powerful, muscular black man before him now, with his legs in the air, exposing his hole, was so sexy and erotic. Heyes approached between DeMarcus’s legs. Their eyes met and DeMarcus parted his thick, sexy lips. Then with a grunt the lawyer penetrated the black musclepussy.
“Oh fuck, it feel so good,” Heyes moaned as he pushed deeper.
DeMarcus groaned. The groan seemed to encourage the lawyer to fuck him harder. Heyes pulled out and then slammed back into the muscle stud. Harder Heyes fucked him, the more DeMarcus moaned in pleasure. The judge moved behind DeMarcus and pulled the black man’s head back. DeMarcus’s moans were soon muffled as he was being fucked from both ends. From his position, both men could make out the judge’s cock sliding down inside his throat, pounding his large Adam apple from the inside. The thick neck muscles were flexing and bulging as his throat muscles worked his master’s cock. It didn’t take the lawyer long to cum just from the sight of the pit roosted thug. With a loud grunt Heyes came deep inside DeMarcus' ass. The feeling of the white seed filling him, soon sent DeMarcus over the edge. Keeping the Judge’s cock in his mouth, he moaned over it as his cock erupted. His cock was aimed right at him and long, hard streams of cum shot high in the air. The judge pulled out of his mouth just in time, as gobs of cum landed on DeMarcus’ handsome face. The judge then gripped his cock in his fist and with only a couple of jerks, he followed as well and added his load onto the black man’s face.
When Sunday night came, DeMarcus found himself not wanting to go back to his hash life. He never thought he would prefer a life as a kept man or even as a fuck toy to another man. However, as he sat in the passenger seat of the BMW heading back to the hood, he already missed the feel of the thickness of a cock up his ass. DeMarcus want and carve the soft, safe life the judge had introduced him too. He didn’t say a word as he looked out the car window. He was back in his hoodie and snagging jeans, showing off a new pair of white briefs. As the car approached his corner, where a couple of his homies were waiting, he suddenly felt dread. The car stopped at the far stop sign and he felt the judge’s right hand on his lap. DeMarcus turned to look at Judge Harris looking at him.
Clearing his throat, “what if I want to make . . . Our. .you know, our arrangement permanent.” For the first time in his life his deep voice cracked.
“You want to be my permanent boy,” the judge smirked.
“I. . I .., yes, sir,” DeMarcus held his head down.
The judge didn’t say a word for the longest time as they were stopped at the stop sign, only feet from DeMarcus’s corner and gang. Then Harris popped the top button of DeMarcus’ jeans and push his hand into them.
“That can be arranged. Now strip, I don’t like my slave wearing clothes.”
As the car turned and headed out of the hood, DeMarcus was quickly stripping naked. His homies never saw their leader again.
2022-10-22 00:46:26 +0000 UTC
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The Hood part 2
Saturday morning, DeMarcus was woken to Judge Harris’s cock gently moving in and out of his hole. DeMarcus let out a deep groan and pushed his large ass back toward the smaller man’s cock. Noticing that the black stud was awake, the Judge picked up his speed in moving in and out of the stretched hole. He buried his face into the massive, wide back and kissed and licked the smooth, sweaty muscles while at the same time reaching around DeMarcus' thick torso and grabbing hold of the meaty pecs. DeMarcus’s cock grew full mast inside the cum crushed jockstrap. It was begging to be released. Harris squeezed the thick pecs while thrusting hard in and out of his black fuck toy. All the while DeMarcus was groaning and grunting loud as his prostate was once again plowed. The black stud’s muscular ass felt so good around the judge’s white cock. He bit down on the massive trap muscles of the wide shoulders as he came deep inside DeMarcus’ ass. DeMarcus could feel the man’s seed flooding him and buried his head into the soft satin pillows to muffle his cry as he came once again in this jockstrap. They laid on the bed for several more minutes. DeMarcus loved the softness of the sheets against his hard body and felt like he was sleeping on a cloud.
However, finally Judge Harris made DeMarcus get up. The normally alpha man obediently followed the judge back into the large shower. He stood submissively as the used jockstrap was peeled down his huge legs and he was led under the hot water. The judge then proceeded to wash DeMarcus’ muscular body. The larger man closed his eyes, enjoying the smaller man’s hands over his thick muscles. His v-shape back was chisel muscles layered on top of muscles. The judge worked the soap into the muscles as he worked lower and lower. Harris placed a hand on the middle of the wide back and DeMarcus obediently leaned forward and braced himself with his huge arms against the tile shower wall. The water cascading down his body as he pushed his ass outwards. The judge proceeded to wash the large ass. He soaped up his hands and spread the powerful cheeks. Water ran down his back and over the basketball size glutes into the tight hole. DeMarcus let out another grunt under the water as he felt a soapy finger pushed into his manpussy. The finger stroked his insides, cleaning and stretching the well used hole, causing DeMarcus’ cock to get hard once again. DeMarcus was soon whimpering under the shower head as the judge squeezed in another soapy finger. The judge smirked and reached his free arm around the thick torso and gripped the black man’s cock with his other soapy hand. His jacking of the wet black cock and fingering and stroking the stud’s insides was driving the rough black man wild. The judge loved the power he had over the muscular thug, how he was reducing the dangerous black man into a whimpering muscle slut. He then pushed in a third finger, stretching the wet hole even more. DeMarcus cried out and shot his second load in less than an hour. He sprayed the shower wall with large gobs of white cream. The judge pulled his fingers from the stretched manpussy and gave the black granite buttocks a slap. DeMarcus merely grunted as he rested his head on the tile wall.
After the shower, DeMarcus was allowed to use the judge’s pool. He was given only a small white speedo to wear. The speedo barely covered his oversized ass and held his cock tightly. All thoughts of his life in the hoodie were forgotten as he swam and then laid by the pool. He once thought that being a kept man for a gay man would be humiliate. However, now he believes he will enjoy the lifestyle. He even found himself enjoying taking a cock up his ass. DeMarcus laid face down on one of the cushioned chaise lounges while Harris rubbed sunscreen on to his back. The man’s hands felt so relaxing to DeMarcus. When the judge reached his black ass, DeMarcus lifted his lips and let the older man peel the speedo down over his ass. Then the judge continued rubbing the lotion on his firm ass. As Harris work down the deep valley between the black granite glutes, DeMarcus obediently spread his legs until he was saddling the chair.
The judge once more eased a finger into DeMarcus’ ass, “I have a surprise for you around noon.”
DeMarcus felt so good that he didn’t even ask what the surprise was, he just purred as the finger once again stroked his insides. Around noon, the judge went into the house leaving DeMarcus to enjoy the noon day sun. When the older man came out he was accompanied by a black police officer. The criminal thug wasn’t very thrill about law enforcement. Upon seeing the muscular uniform police officer standing by the judge, DeMarcus shot up onto his feet.
“What the fuck is a cop doing here,” DeMarcus yelled.
The judge laughed and placed his hand on the police officer’s muscular plump ass. DeMarcus noticed the expression on the cop’s handsome face and let his guard down. It was obvious from the light moan escaping from the police officer’s thick lips that he was another of the master’s play toys. The police officer was as built as DeMarcus was. His short sleeves of the uniform were stretched over the 21” tattooed arms, and the legs of his uniform pants were tight around massive quads. The judge had boasted in the past that he had several “toys” among the members of the police department.
“Why don’t you help Officer Jamel out of his uniform, while I get some drinks,” the judge gave the police officer a slap on his round bubble ass, before heading back inside. “Oh, DeMarcus do keep Officer Jamel’s gunbelt on,” he turned and added.
Neither black man said anything to each other as DeMarcus approached Jamel. Jamel lifted his gun belt as DeMarcus undid the uniform pants’ belt and unzipped the tight pants. A bulging jock pouch came into view as DeMarcus pulled the dark blue pants. Jamel’s legs were massive with well defined quads and huge tear shaped calves. After Jamel helped DeMarcus to pull off his heavy boots and pants, DeMarcus removed the bulletproof vest, uniform shirt, exposing the police officer’s chisel smooth body. Judge Harris was pleased when he returned with a tray of drinks. The two bodybuilding black men were half naked, their beautiful bodies glistening in the sun.
“Very good. Now drink up,” the judge ordered.
Neither DeMarcus nor Jamel resisted as they drank the drinks. They were soon flying so high, neither man could think. When the judge pulled down his swim trunks, both muscular alpha men obediently knelt before him. He gripped their heads and pulled their mouths onto his thick white cock. The sound of the two hyper masculine men sucking, slurping, and gagging on his cock was intoxicating. He ran his cock between their fat lips. The judge then began to rotate between the two men. Pulling their heads off and on his cock, causing them to moan and beg. Finally he pulled away and ordered the two large men to lay on the concrete pool area and 69 each other. DeMarcus and Jamel obediently obeyed as they laid facing each other’s fat black cocks. The judge’s cock was the only cock each man had ever sucked, as they put each other cock into their mouths. As they suck each other, the judge then laid behind the lighter skin cop. The judge took the cop’s handcuffs from his gun belt and cuffed both men’s hands around each other’s torsos. He then aimed his cock between the sculpted glutes and grabbed the gunbelt as he pushed into the prime melon shaped ass. Jamel moaned over DeMarcus’s cock while he thrust his powerful hips against the back of DeMarcus’ throat.
Jamel was ambitious and wanted to rise in the ranks of the police department; there was no better way to climb the ladder than to have an influential judge like Harris as an ally. However, he quickly learned the price of Judge Harris’s favor. The first time he was fucked, younger Jamel was drugged and wake to find his ankles cuffed to his wrists with his own handcuffs. His legs were lifted into the air, exposing his virgin coppussy. He tried to fight but Harris quickly fucked Jamel’s resistance out of him.
Now Judge Harris knew exactly what it took to make the off duty police officer to cum. He rammed the prostate hard, driving Jamel over the edge. When Jamel came he shot right down DeMarcus’ throat. DeMarcus hungrily swallowed every bit of the load. Seeing the off duty cop coming from being fucked caused DeMarcus to quickly follow, shooting his own load down the police officer’s throat as well. For rest of the day and into the night, the judge continued to fuck both men. Using them any way he wanted, until the sore and exhausted Jamel had to leave to go on to duty.
2022-10-21 00:55:25 +0000 UTC
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THE HOOD (revised)
On Friday night, Judge Harris left the courthouse late and drove his car to the rough area of the city on his monthly outing to the hood. The expensive black BMW with its tinted windows stood out like a sore thumb in that area of town with its dilapidated buildings. It was moving slow as it pulled up to the stop sign. The judge looked toward the far corner at the muscular black man standing among the local prostitutes. DeMarcus was hard to miss with his huge muscle packed body. He had spent a number of years in prison where he honed his body into the monster he was now. DeMarcus controls virtually every illegal trade on the streets in town. Just from watching the black man conduct his business on the corner, the judge could see why he intimated people to instantly respect him. DeMarcus turned his back and his large muscular ass came into view. His pants hang low on his thick hips, a fashion popular with black men. Much of his briefs covered, large, well muscular ass was on display. Just the sight of the powerful basketball size glutes made the older white man hard in his expensive suit pants. The hooded sweatshirt was pulled over DeMarcus’s head obscuring his face but the hoodie was stretched over the gang leader’s back, revealing its perfect v-shape. Although only 5’9, his build immediately demanded respect among his fellow criminals
Slowly the BMW pulled up to DeMarcus’ corner and the window lowered. One of DeMarcus’ girls spotted the BMW and approached the car hoping for a rich John. However, She looked disappointed as he walked back to her pimp and whispered into DeMarcus’ ear. DeMarcus' tough demeanor changed as he approached the car. He tried to act cool, but he looked around nervously before opening the car door and getting into the luxury car.
“What up?,” DeMarcus extended a large hand.
Judge Harris gripped the larger man’s hand in return and instantly felt its strength. The smaller, white man then drove as DeMarcus sank his huge muscular body into the soft leather car seat. He looked out the car window as the hood area he controls faded into the city center and onto the highway leading to the upscale suburbs. When he felt the judge’s hand, he looked down at his crotch as Harris gripped his cock through his snagging jeans. DeMarcus parted his thick lips to let out a moan as the white man squeezed and groped his thick cock. Without saying a word, he then unzipped his hoodie and let it spread open as wide as possible to reveal his smooth dark skinned torso. His muscles were huge and flawless. DeMarcus skin was so dark that the tattoo of a soaring eagle over his chest was barely visible. DeMarcus then reached down and popped the top button of his low riding jeans, before looking back out of the window. While Harris drove out of the city and toward the suburbs, he pushed his right hand into DeMarcus’s pants and squeezed the large thick tube shape bulge trapped in the tiny underwear.
DeMarcus couldn’t help but think of the irony of his situation. He had used steroids and worked out hard in prison so no one would make him their bitch behind bars, and to get respect once he got back on the streets. Now however, he was some white old man bitch for an entire weekend once a month. Demarcus controls the streets in the hood, but little, white Harris controls him. The judge kept DeMarcus from going back to prison in return to being his bitch for one weekend a month. The strong black man resisted at first but he soon look forward to their monthly meetings,
The moment the judge saw the muscular black adonis in his courtroom, Harris knew he wanted him. DeMarcus looked so confident, smug, and even dangerous, with a chip on the black man’s massive shoulders. He was the ultimate symbol of aggressive, alpha manhood, and the judge wanted to dominate him and break him.
Harris pulled his car into the circle driveway of his large house. A high wall circling the house kept it concealed from his rich neighbors plying eyes. The privacy suits the judge very well especially when he “entertains” and dominates younger men like DeMarcus.
When Harris parked the car, he turned to DeMarcus, “Leave your jeans and hoodie in the car.”
The tone of the older white man sent chills through the strong black man, right to his cock. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that. His cock was throbbing in his underwear as he hurried to pull off his hoodie and pulled the jeans down his massive legs. He struggled to pull his pants over his timberland boots. When he was done he got out of the car in just his black briefs and tan boots. The cool evening air hit his exposed nipples and bulging crotch as he followed Harris into the house. DeMarcus never got over the palatinate house every time he walked into the house entrance hall. The hall itself was three times bigger than DeMarcus’ entire apartment. His heavy boots echoed off the marble floor as he followed Judge Harris into the living room. The judge went straight to the bar to pour himself a whiskey. When he turned back, DeMarcus was on his knees looking up at the judge. Judge Harris moved closer and unzippered his expensive suit pants. Upon seeing the judge’s fat cock DeMarcus parted his thick lips. The judge smirked before gripping DeMarcus’s head and began to fuck the sexy mouth. The black man’s pillowy lips felt so good around the older man’s cock as the judge began to guide DeMarcus’ head on and off his cock.
The judge had trained DeMarcus well. DeMarcus no longer gagged on sucking the cock as he once did when he was first used. His gag reflex had long been fucked out of him. The strong, proud black man was resistant at first when the judge first began to use him. Now the judge rarely had to use the handcuffs, shock collar, or whip to keep the muscular stud in line. Although, the judge occasionally used them on DeMarcus just for fun. The mouth felt so good that it didn’t take the judge long to cum. Harris gripped the larger man’s head tightly. DeMarcus had to grab the judge’s legs to keep from falling backwards as the older man shot his load deep down DeMarcus' throat. DeMarcus gagged as he desperately tried to swallow all the cum. When Harris finally let go of his head, DeMarcus fell back on to his oversized ass. He looked so sexy as he looked up at the Judge with white cum leaked from his mouth and down his strong jaw.
As DeMarcus laid on the Persian rug, the Judge pulled out a knife. He then knelt beside the muscular black man and began to cut the side of the briefs. Harris then pulled the ruined briefs off, letting DeMarcus’s own fat cock pop free, and stand proud and throbbing.
After the initial facefucking on the living room’s floor, DeMarcus was led into the large master bathroom and into the shower. Harris then shaved DeMarcus’s entire muscular body from the neck down. The normally aggressive stud meekly stood under the shower spray as Harris ran the razor over his ebony body. Once all masculine body hair was removed, DeMarcus was thoroughly cleaned inside and out. After Harris was done, he led the naked, smooth DeMarcus to the large master bedroom. The smoothness of his dark skin made every huge, shredded muscle more pronounced and visible. He looked as if he was sculpted from the purest black stone.
One wall of the large bedroom was covered with pictures of various younger men, trophies of the Judge’s conquests. They range from rookie cops handcuffed in their own cuffs trying to win favor with the influential judge, to college jocks trying to get out of a DUI. On the large bed was a pure white jockstrap for DeMarcus to wear. DeMarcus obediently pulled the strap on and adjusted his thick cock into the tight pouch. His dark body contested beautifully with the whiteness of the jockstrap. The judge moved behind his wide, chisel back and reach around to attach a pearl and diamond collar around DeMarcus’s thick neck. DeMarcus let out a deep groan as he felt its tightness around his neck. The judge then pushed the larger, stronger man down on the bed. DeMarcus obediently spread his tree trunk size legs to reveal his low hanging full balls and his freshly shaved hole. He would have once been humiliated to wear the collar and made to get on his hands and knees. However, now he was so turned on. His black cock was rock hard as he pressed his head into the satin sheets and pushed his bubble ass further into the air. He grunted as he felt the Judge’s fat cock pressing against his tight, little hole. The judge gripped his waist and with a hard push he penetrated the black stud’s manhole. DeMarcus groaned loud as his large fists gripped the sheets. It felt so fucking good as the white cock pounded his prostate hard. The noise he was making was incomprehensible as he was pounded over and over. DeMarcus’s eyes rolled back into his head as the judge pulled out and thrusted back into him. Each time harder and deeper. As Harris rode his ass hard, he slapped DeMarcus' ass with his hands. Nothing visible remained of the tough, dangerous persona that DeMarcus had on the street, as his moans became almost animalistic. The judge grabbed his massive shoulders to plow further up the ruined ass. He knew DeMarcus was built to take it rough and hard. However, DeMarcus’ cock couldn’t take it and without touching himself the stud came hard and long. He filled his jock pouch and the cum ran out the sides and soaked through the thin spandex material. As he came his ass muscles gripped the older man’s cock like a vice and milked the judge to climax.
For rest of the weekend, Judge Harris used and fuck him in every position and how ever he wanted. DeMarcus fell asleep with the older man spooned behind his huge muscular body, the judge’s pale, white arms holding DeMarcus tightly.
2022-10-20 00:33:52 +0000 UTC
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THE HOOD
Judge Harris left the courthouse late and drove his car to the rough area of the city on his monthly outing to the hood. The expensive black BMW with its tinted windows stood out like a sore thumb in that area of town with its dilapidated buildings. It was moving slow as it pulled up to the stop sign. The judge looked across at the far corner at the muscular black man standing among the local prostitutes. DeMarcus was hard to miss with his huge muscle packed body. He had spent a number of years in prison where he honed his body into the monster he was now. DeMarcus controls every trade on the streets in town. Just looking at him made people scared and instantly respect him. Judge Harris watched the black man conducting business. DeMarcus turned his back and his large muscular ass came into view. His pants hang low on his thick hips, showing off most of the black briefs that were stretched over his large powerful glutes. The hooded sweatshirt was pulled over DeMarcus’s head obscuring his face but the hoodie was stretched over the gang leader’s back, revealing its perfect v-shape. Although only 5’9, his build immediately demanded respect among his fellow criminals
Slowly the BMW pulled up to DeMarcus’ corner and the window lowered. One of DeMarcus’ girls spotted the BMW and approached the car. She looked disappointed as he walked back to her pimp and whispered into DeMarcus’ ear. DeMarcus then approached the car leaned against the open window. He looked around before opening the car door and getting into the luxury car.
“What up, homie?,” DeMarcus extended a large hand.
Harris gripped the larger man’s hand and felt its strength. The smaller, white man then drove. DeMarcus sank his huge muscular body into the soft leather car seat and looked out the car window as the hood area he controlled faded into the city center and onto the highway leading to the upscale suburbs. He looked down at his crotch as he felt Harris’s hand gripping his cock through his snagging jeans. DeMarcus parted his thick lips to let out a moan as the white man squeezed and groped his thick cock. He then unzipped his hoodie and revealed his smooth dark skinned torso. His muscles were huge and flawless. He let the hoodie fall open as wide as possible to show off his massive pecs and washboard abs. His skin was so dark that the tattoo of a soaring eagle was barely visible over his chest. DeMarcus reached down and popped the top button of his low riding jeans, before looking back out of the window. While Harris drove out of the city and toward the suburbs, he pushed his right hand into DeMarcus’s pants and squeezed the large thick tube shape bulge trapped in the tiny underwear.
DeMarcus couldn’t help but think of the irony of his situation. He had used steroids and worked out hard in prison so no one would make him their bitch behind bars, and to get respect once he got back on the streets. Now however, he was some white man bitch who fuck his sexy black ass for an entire weekend once a month. Demarcus controls the streets in the hood, but little, white Harris controls him. The judge kept DeMarcus from going back to prison in return to being his bitch for one weekend a month. The strong black man resisted at first but he soon look forward to their monthly meetings,
Harris pulled his car into the circle driveway of his large house. A high wall circling the house kept it concealed from his rich neighbors. When Harris parked the car, he turned to DeMarcus.
“Leave your jeans and hoodie in the car.”
The tone of the older white man sent chills through the strong black man, right to his cock. His cock was throbbing in his underwear as he hurried to pull off his hoodie and pulled the jeans down his massive legs. He struggled to pull his pants over his timberland boots. When he was done he got out of the car in just his black briefs and tan boots. The cool evening air hit his exposed nipples and bulging crotch as he followed Harris into the house. DeMarcus never got over the palatinate house every time he walked into the house entrance hall. His heavy boots echoed off the marble floor as he followed Judge Harris into the living room. The judge poured himself a whiskey, when he turned he smiled. DeMarcus was on his knees looking up at the judge. Judge Harris moved closer and unzippered his expensive suit pants. Upon seeing the judge’s fat cock DeMarcus opened his mouth. The judge smirked as he gripped DeMarcus’s head as he wrapped his pillowy lips around the white cock. The black man’s mouth felt so good around the older man’s cock as the judge began to guide DeMarcus’ head on and off his cock. DeMarcus no longer gag on sucking the cock as he once did when he was first used. His gag reflex had long been fucked out of him. The mouth felt so good that Harris gripped the large man’s head tightly and shot his load deep down DeMarcus' throat. DeMarcus desperately tried to swallow all the cum. When Harris let go of his head, DeMarcus fell back on to his oversized ass. He looked so sexy as he looked up at the Judge with white cum leaked from his mouth and down his strong jaw.
As DeMarcus laid on the Persian rug, the Judge pulled out a knife. He kept beside the muscular black man and cut the side of the briefs. Harris then pulled the ruined briefs off. DeMarcus’s own fat cock popped free, standing proud and still throbbing.
Over the weekend, DeMarcus knew he would be fucked and used how ever Harris wanted. After the initial facefucking on the living room’s floor, he led to the large man to the master bathroom. Harris then shaved DeMarcus’s entire muscular body from the neck down. The normally aggressive stud meekly stood under the shower spray as Harris ran the razor over his ebony body. Once all masculine body hair was removed, DeMarcus was thoroughly cleaned inside and out.
To be continued
2022-10-19 01:02:31 +0000 UTC
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Trey didn’t know why he left the gym with the weird, little nerd. One minute he was flexing in the mirror at the gym, showing off his huge aesthetic muscles in the spaghetti sting stringer for the admiring chicks, next minute his mind went blank and he grew so freaking horny as the feminine nerd touched his exposed board muscle layered back. All thoughts faded as Trey turned and looked down at the smaller man. A part of his mind was wanting to tell the fag nerd to fuck off but he found himself gathering his workout gear and letting the nerd guide him out of the gym.
Trey has often seen the weird science geek always wearing black around campus. He was always staring at Trey and his muscular buddies, and always gave the tall adonis the creeps. However, he and his friends never thought the nerd was a threat and they laughed at him, bully him, and called him fag. Now, Trey was terrified but unable to fight. The nerd’s fingers were covered in a clear oily substance that was absorbed into Trey’s shredded muscles. Trey’s smooth, flawless skin over his ripped back muscles tingle at the nerd’s touch as he is guided out of the gym. The longer the nerd touched him the more harder it was for Trey to think and the more obedient Trey became.
Trey sat in the passenger seat of the stranger’s car with his shorts down around his ankles, and in his white compression underwear. As the nerd drove, he had his right hand on Trey’s blonde hairy left leg, stroking the jock’s inner thigh. To the straight jock’s humiliation Trey’s cock was rock hard, stretching the spandex material. The nerd smirked as he moved his hand up the thick, powerful legs and gripped the cock though the compression underwear. He stroked and ran his hand over the tube shaped outline causing the straight jock to let out a low moan. Trey was breathing heavily, his huge smooth chest barely covered by the stringer muscle shirt, rise and fall. These exposed nipples were erect as the car ac blew on them.
The nerd knew exactly where Trey’s dorm was. Trey found himself walking toward his dorm hall in his shoes, underwear and shirt, with the nerd’s skinny right arm once again touching and stroking his wide back. The muscle stud’s cock was visibly hard though the white underwear, causing the students they passed to turn to look and giggle and snicker at him. When they were alone in the elevator, the nerd moved his hand down Trey’s back and gripped the well developed ass. Trey’s ass was perfect and firm from years of bodybuilding, football, and wrestling. As the nerd squeezed and groped his ass cheeks, Trey’s handsome face turned redder in embarrassment, but his cock grew even harder. It was painful as it was trapped in the skin tight underarmour underwear.
The nerd was impressed with the star jock’s dorm room with its view of the campus. It was a room of a typical athletic jock, with basketballs and footballs sitting on the windowsill and dumbbells of various weights on the floor. Trey dropped his gym bag on the floor and turned to face the shorter nerd. He towered over the strange nerd by six inches, and by about 100lbs of muscles. Without saying a word, the bold nerd reached up and pushed the revealing shirt aside to cup the large smooth pecs. The nerd smiled as he rubbed more of the oily substance into the jock’s tight, flawless skin. Trey felt disgusted but also so aroused at the gay boy’s touch. He closed his eyes and tried to will down his throbbing cock but to no use. His cock remained painfully rock hard in his tight underwear.
“Please,” Trey whispered as tears welled in his eyes.
The nerd just smiled as he teased the large, firm nipples, causing waves of pleasure in the straight jock. After pitching and twisting the eraser size nobs, the boy moved his hands to the mountainous shoulders and eased the stringer off the shoulders and down the 20 inch arms. The shirt fell to his narrow waist revealing his chisel 8 pack.
“Beautiful,” the nerd whispered as his hands freely explored the sculpted muscles. “Take off your shoes and get on your hands and knees on the bed,” the nerd’s voice was firm and sent a chill through the normally unnerved muscle stud.
Trey found himself hurriedly kicking off his shoes and crawled onto his bed. His underwear clad ass facing the skinny nerd he once bullied. The nerd smirked as he approached the jock and slapped the firm left ass cheek, causing the horny, confused jock to jump and moan. The nerd then slapped the right cheek, testing how firm each cheek was. He then gripped the waistband of the underarmour underwear and pulled them down over the large cheeks. The ass was flawless, the cheeks were as large as two basketballs, round, plump, and hard. As Trey instinctively spread his legs, he unwittingly revealed his hole. It flexed on its own. Bracing himself for what he knew was to come, he gripped the sheets in his fist. The nerd pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and poured the oily substance down the deep valley between the beautiful sculpted ass cheeks. As the oil ran down toward the virgin jock hole, the nerd began to use his fingers to stroke and rub the oil into the flexing rosebud entrance. Trey let out a deep masculine moan as the oil seeped into him. The jock’s eyes rolled up into his head as he felt the nerd’s long, skinny finger pushed into him and began to stroke his insides, working the oil into his tight anal muscles. The muscles relaxed while his nerve endings around his anal passages went into overdrive. The nerd pushed in a second finger and then a third, stretching him open.
Finally the nerd pulled his fingers from him. Trey felt empty and began to beg for more. However, the emptiness was only short lived. The nerd pulled out his hard cock from his jeans and moved behind the huge muscle jock. He aimed his cock at the jockpussy and then gripped Trey’s tight, lean waist. The nerd then pushed hard into the relaxed hole.
“Fffuck,” Trey yelled out as he was penetrated for the first time.
Instead of pain, Trey felt only pure blissfully pleasure. He pressed his face down into his pillows while pushing his ass out, begging for more. Meanwhile, the nerd eased out and thrusted back in. Over and over he plowed in and out of the jock’s manpussy, each time harder and deeper. Each time Trey pushed back to receive each thrust, begging for more like a muscle slut. Sweat poured from Trey’s beautiful body while the sounds of his moans and the nerd’s soft body pounding against his hard muscles filled the room.
“Cum for me,” the nerd yelled as he thrusted deep into Trey.
Trey cried out loud and without touching his 8” cock he came onto his bed below him. The nerd quickly followed as his cock was milked by the powerful ass muscles. Trey collapsed onto the bed, exhausted with the nerd’s monsterous cock still deep inside him.
2022-10-17 01:05:52 +0000 UTC
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CREATING THE PERFECT HIMBO
Manuel always dreamed of having the perfect muscular, pro-bodybuilder body. He worked out everyday, eating all the right food, but his genetics conspired against the attractive Latin stud. He even turned to steroids but still wasn’t happy with his body. Manuel was very attractive and even sexy, with his erotic good looks. He turned quite a few heads of both women and men, but it wasn’t enough. A bodybuilding friend of his told him about a doctor that had developed a serum that increases muscle growth much quicker and more effectively than steroids. Manuel was impressed by his friend’s size and shredded body.
When he first met Dr. Stone was impressed by the middle aged man's demeanor but was skeptical at the promises of fast muscle growth. If he hadn’t seen his friend’s gains in mere weeks, he wouldn’t have agreed to pull down his jeans and bend over. The doctor briefly admired Manuel’s round, muscular glutes before injecting the serum into the smooth ass cheek.
Over the next few weeks, Manuel felt more energized and stronger. His muscles feel pumped after every workout. He immediately noticed the results. Manuel’s body slowly grew bigger and firmer, and noticeable more aesthetic. His testosterones levels were skyrocketing and as a result he was always horny. The only side effect was that he found it harder to concentrate on anything other than working out. He began to forget things and felt like he was slowly becoming dumber. However, the gains in muscle growth and tone was enough for him to push it aside.
Manuel never missed an appointment with Dr. Stone. As soon as he entered the office, Manuel pulled off his tight shirt and showed off his chisel, buff body.
“You are showing great gains, Manuel,” the doctor sit behind his desk as the muscle boy flexed his smooth, shredded body.
“I never looked and felt better. All thanks to you doc,” Manuel lifted his right arm and kissed his large, pump bicep.
“Why don’t you come around here and I will show you our projections for you the next couple of months,” Stone opened the file on his computer as Manuel went around the desk and stood beside the doctor.
Stone began to point out the statistics in body mass, body weight, body fat. Manuel wasn’t for sure what all the numbers means, except he was going to be fucking hot and huge in only a couple of months.
“Awesome,” Manuel answered.
Stone turned and was eye level with the muscle boy’s big pointed nipples. He then looked up at Manuel’s dark eyes. Manuel was so horny and was breathing hard as he looked down at the older man. Ever since he started the doctor’s program, he has been horny all the time. He always been 100% straight, never having a gay fantasy in his life but he been recently beganning to have dreams of getting fucked. Stone eyes lowered over Manuel’s chisel abs. The muscle boy’s sweatpants rested low on his chisel waist, showing off the deep v cuts of his lower abdomen. Without saying a word, Stone reached out and gripped Manuel’s boy cock through the sweatpants. Manuel let out a low groan as the older man began to squeeze and fondle his fast growing cock. Stone continued to fondle the boy cock as he leaned in and licked Manuel’s sharp pointed left nipple.
“Fffuck,” Manuel moaned as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Stone took the man tit into his mouth and started to suck and bite it. He used his tongue to flick it, driving the boy deeper into lust. Manuel was being trained to realize his large, oversized pecs were for other men's pleasure. After worshiping the left tit for awhile, Stone licked across the wide pecs and worked on the right nipple. As he worshiped each smooth pec, Stone wrapped his hands around Manuel’s tiny chisel waist and pushed his hands into the back of the sweatpants, easing them down over the muscular hips and big muscle packed ass. Manuel’s four inch cock popped out from the sweats, rock hard and throbbing. It slapped against his abs before standing straight out from his hairless body.
The drugs that the doctor was giving him left Manuel completely smooth from the neck down. At first it concerned him as his pubic hair fell off while he showered, but the doctor smoothed the dumb muscle boy fears by telling him a bodybuilder doesn’t need body hair anyway. The hairless body only highlights and enhances his muscles’ beauty.
Manuel offered no resistance as the doctor maneuvered his nude body to saddle his lap. Stone then continued to suck and nibble on the pecs while Manuel enjoys the feeling of the older man’s hardon pressing against his muscular, tight ass. It felt so good that the Latin muscle boy began to wiggle his ass over the huge bulges in the doctor’s pants. All Manuel could think of was how even better it would feel if the cock was up his boypussy. Manuel wrapped his large arms around the doctor’s shoulders and lifted his bubble ass just enough for the doctor to reach under him to undo his slacks. Once the doctor freed his own cock, the thick cock bounced against the boy’s plump ass. Manuel lifted himself further up as the doctor aimed his cock at the boy hole.
“Relax, take it nice and slow,” Stone whispered to ease the nervous virgin as Manuel slowly impaled himself on the thick cock.
“Oh, fffuck, shiittt,” Manuel cried out.
His tight virgin boypussy was being stretched open further as he eased down on it, but instead of pain it oddly felt good. Stone hands were on his narrow waist guiding the muscle boy up and down. Once his boypussy got used to the thickness inside him and his prostate got rammed, waves of pleasure filled the muscle boy.
Then Stone stood up, and without pulling out of Manuel’s ass, pushed the boy onto his back on to the desk. Manuel instantly wrapped his powerful legs around the older man’s waist and torso as the doctor slammed in and out of him, in long deep strokes. Manuel knew his beautiful chisel muscles were for other men’s pleasure. They were big and powerful so he can get fucked hard. His boy cock was slapping against his abs in rhythm with Dr. Stone’s thrusting cock.
“You are my good little muscle slut, aren’t you,” Stone grunted as he rammed in and out of the stretched hole.
“Fffuck, yesss, I’m your good muscle slut,” Manuel groaned.
“Then cum for me, be my obedient muscle whore,” Stone rammed up deep into Manuel's guts.
“Fffuck, Yess, oh god,” Manuel thrusted his hips up into the air, aching his back off the desk as he cried out.
Stone grabbed the boy’s cock and aimed it at Manuel’s handsome face just as the muscle boy came. Long streams of cum flew into the air and hit Manuel in the face. Manuel never came so hard. He came so hard in fact that his entire body spasmed as he came. His powerful anal muscles clamped down like a vice around the doctor’s cock as the spasm began to milk it. With a loud grunt, Dr. Stone quickly followed and came deep inside his newest boy toy.
2022-10-15 01:21:03 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 7
The football team was overjoyed as they jumped and bounced around the locker room in various stages of undress. The exhaustion of the game was forgotten as they celebrated. Chad was struggling to pull off his jersey and shoulder pads as Drew came up to help him. Chad bent over as Drew pulled the pads over his head. The quarterback back then lifted his head as his eyes met Drew’s. Drew leaned close to Chad’s ears and spoke over the loud noise of celebration.
“Don’t take anymore off, Wilbur wants us still in our football pants,” Drew smiled.
Chad up to that point didn’t knew that the skinny, pale nerd was fucking Drew and other members of the football team. His emotions were mixed knowing that other men knew of Wilbur fucking him like a slut and that he wasn’t the only one.
Ever since Chad was made the starting quarterback it was a custom that every winning home game would be followed by a party at Chad’s parents’ large house. It was a warm day and night so the party was out by the pool. Half the university usually shows up for the party and tonight was no different. Hundreds gathered around the large pool to party to loud music and strong drinks. Several of the star players however were missing that night, although most of the partiers didn’t notice. Dante and Niger each had a “date” set up for them by Wilbur with older, rich men. Their chisel dark bodies and big bubble asses were very popular and in high demand from gay white men. They were built to be fucked hard and Wilbur’s clients pushed the two muscle studs to their limits.
Heather walked around the crowded pool area trying to find Chad when she found Nicole, Drew’s girlfriend, “have you seen Chad. I can’t find him anywhere, I tried calling and texting him all day but he hasn't returned my calls or texts.”
“No, I haven’t seen Drew at all either. It is not like them to miss a party, especially a party for them,” Nicole answered.
Unbeknownst to the two co-eds, their boyfriends had left the celebration at the locker room earlier than the rest of the team. They were on their knees in the back of Wilbur’s father’s SUV, sucking on the nerd’s cock while Trent drove the car. The bodybuilding linemen couldn’t help himself from glancing in the rearview mirror as Wilbur enjoyed the two jocks’ mouths. Chad and Drew were still in their football gear from the game as they licked, worshiped and sucked the thick cock in the back seat. Wilbur had kicked off his shoes and ran his sock covered feet over their hard bulging crotches, causing the two jocks to moan in pleasure. They were so hard by the time they arrived at Chad’s house. They were already up in Chad’s room by the time the first guests made their way to the house to celebrate the win.
The loud music from outside was muffled but still throbbing the house as the two previously straight jocks were standing only in their football gear facing each other while making out. Chad had his eyes closed as Drew’s tongue slipped into his parted mouth. Their tongues began to wrestle with each other as they probed and explored each other's mouths. Drew’s long masculine fingers unfastened Chad’s shoulder pads and let it fall from the quarterback’s wide shoulders. Wilbur was so turned on as he watched the two hyper masculine jocks exploring and kissing each other. He approached them and ran his hands over their firm, sculpted asses. Their asses were stretching the thin spandex football pants while their jockstraps were fully visible, hugging and framing the perfect shaped glutes. Once Chad had removed Drew’s shoulder pads, they both obediently turned to their new master. Their cocks were so hard and trapped in their tight jocks and uniform pants, begging to be freed. Wilbur took both jocks by the hands and led them over to Chad’s bed. There the jocks obediently knelt and began to undress him. Chad looked up at the thin nerd, looking for approval as his fingers struggled to undo Wilbur’s belt and jeans. Both jocks were rewarded with Wilbur’s big cock slapping them in the face. Drew opened his mouth to try to swallow the cock as it slapped his chisel handsome face. Once Wilbur was naked he climbed on to Chad’s bed and made himself comfortable. His legs were spread wide making room for the two muscular jocks to squeeze their bodies between them to share his cock. Both jocks were competitive and horny as they tried to dominate each other for the cock and Wilbur’s attention. He therefore gripped their hair and guided them on and off his cock. He was enjoying their mouths and the sounds of their moans of pleasure. Wilbur wrapped his legs around them and ran his feet over their beautiful behinds encased in the white football pants. Finally Wilbur pulled them both off his cock and made them look up at him. Line of drools ran from each jocks’ mouth to the thick cock head. Their eyes were dazed in lust as they begged for more. Instead, the nerd ordered them to strip down to their jockstraps. The two alpha jocks hurriedly removed their pads from their masculine hips and peeled the skin tight pants down. Their jockstraps could barely contain their raging hardons. Once they were down to only their jockstraps, Wilbur got off the bed and ordered the two larger men to lay down.
“Grab your ankles and lift your knees to your chests,” Wilbur ordered as he stroked his monstrous cock.
Both jocks grabbed their football sock clad ankles and pulled their knees toward their large smooth chests. Their tiny rosebud jock holes were peeking out from the jockstraps. Their holes winked and flex in apprehension of getting fucked. Wilbur stroked his cock as he admired the thick cords of muscles in their wide hamstrings. They were so flexible as they were virtually bending themselves in half, their thick calves were up toward their heads. Their eyes were pleading at him to fuck them. Wilbur’s cock was throbbing as he decide which beautiful, masculine jock to fuck first. He finally decided upon fucking Chad first. Wilbur locked eyes on Chad’s deep blue eyes as he aimed his cock at the quarterback’s tight jock pussy. With a faint smile on his face, Wilbur pushed into Chad’s hole.
“Fffuck,” Chad cried out as he threw his head against the pillows.
Chad was experiencing a mixture of pain and pure pleasure as Wilbur pushed deeper into him. Wilbur then slowly eased out and with a grunt thrusted back in, deeper and harder. Chad opened his eyes and turned toward Drew and saw his teammate smiling back at him. It felt natural to lean in and kiss Drew while Wilbur was fucking in and out of him. Chad’s jockstrap could no longer contain his cock and it pushed out of the side of the jock pouch.
Finally Wilbur pulled out of Chad and moved between Drew’s legs. He gripped the tight end’s legs and rammed into him. The jocks were moaning into each other’s mouths as Wilbur took turns fucking them back, stretching their holes and ramming their prostates. Wilbur was so turned on as he watched the two muscular alpha jocks making out as he plowed them. They wrapped their right and left thick, powerful legs. He watched their chisel abs flexing as he pounded them from the insides. Their beautiful sculpted torsos were covered with sweat. Their moans and cries, and the banging of the bed against the wall were drowned out by the loud music and partying from downstairs and out by the pool.
Wilbur was ramming in and out of Drew when he couldn’t take anymore more. When he was on the verge of cumming he pulled out of the tight end and aimed his cock at the ruggedly handsome jocks faces and with a grunt he came. He shot huge loads over each of their faces. As their master came, Drew and Chad both came as well. In their positions with their legs in the air and toward their heads, their cocks were aimed toward their abs, pecs, and heads. Both jocks yelled as they came over and over. When all three came down from their post orgasm high, the jocks began to lick their master’s cock clean. After licking the cock clean, they began to lick the cum from each other’s faces. For the next hour, Wilbur laid in the bed with his two jock toys laying on each side of him with his skinny arms wrapped around their huge, hard muscles.
2022-10-13 00:48:13 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 6-GAME DAY
The night before the big game the football team gathered at a nearby hotel to prepare for the homecoming game. They were separated from their girlfriends and family so they could focus only on the next day's game. The coach pleaded with Wilbur not to fuck any of his star players that night. The last thing the team needed was one of their starters stuffing from a sore ass during the game. Therefore the coach willingly volunteered to take the nerd’s huge cock up his bubble ass. Wilbur fucked the coach much of the night. The coach never got over how insensible the nerd was.
Like usual, Drew and Chad shared a room like they always did before a game. Chad was hoping for a good restful sleep for the big game, but instead he was restless and horny. All he could think about was Wilbur’s cock and how good it felt. When he closed his eyes he saw Wilbur standing before him with his big cock. Chad’s own cock grew hard in his flannel red and black pajama bottoms. He kicked off the covers and his cock was standing straight through the fly of his pants. He was so horny and desperate to jack off but was afraid he would wake up Drew in the next bed. However, when Chad looked over toward Drew’s bed, and found his teammate awake and looking at him. Drew had a hand down inside his shorts and it was obvious that he was stroking himself. The tight end then pushed the covers off his muscular Latin body and pulled his shorts down. Drew then wrapped his fist around his uncut cock and began to move the foreskin up and down and over his throbbing cock head. Without taking his eyes from Drew’s cock, Chad began to jerk his cock as well. Being jocks, they had often jerked off with teammates before, but this time it was different. This time the energy between them was lustfull. Chad watched Drew use his free hand to reach between his powerful thighs and behind his full, heavy balls to play with his own hole. The expression on Drew’s sexy face was pure bliss as he pushed a finger into his own hole. Watching his friend jackoff and fingering himself was so erotic to the blonde quarterback that Chad found himself doing the same. He reached between his legs and pushed a finger into his hole. The all American quarterback hissed in lust as he moved his finger in and out of himself. He closed his eyes and reimagined Wilbur probing and stretching him once again. As if on clue, both jocks moaned and shot their loads over their smooth, chisel abs. Drew smiled at Chad once they both came down from their post orgasm high, and then scooped up a handful of his own cum from his 8 pack and ate it. Chad looked at his friend in disbelief and amazement, as the tight end licked his fingers clean.
By one in the morning, the coach passed out from exhaustion at Wilbur’s constant fucking. Wilbur grew hungry and decided to go looking for a midnight snack. He wasn’t the only one. Trent, the long blonde hair, 6’7, 285lb of muscles defensive lineman, couldn’t sleep. He had broken his arm during practice and as a result wasn’t playing in the next day game. Trent got up from bed unable to get a comfortable sleep from his arm hurting and being hungry. He quietly got out of bed so as not to disturb his snoring roommate. Trent looked more like a bodybuilder then a football player as he walked down the empty hotel hall in just a pair of grey sweatpants toward the vending machines.
Wilbur turned the corner into the floor’s vending room and stopped in his steps. He marveled at the huge muscle god standing before the vending machine, with his wide smooth back facing Wilbur. Trent’s long, mess of blond hair fell down over his mountainous shoulders. The thick cords of muscles of the football player’s back led the nerd’s eyes straight to the defensive lineman’s exquisite bubble ass. The grey sweatpants did nothing to hid it, in fact the large ass cheeks look as they were about to devour them. From how the sweats displayed the meaty cheeks, it was obvious the football player wore no underwear.
Trent turned and was surprised to see the little nerd standing behind him, “oh, hey, little dude, didn’t see you.” His Texan accent was thick, and friendly and charming.
Wilbur smiled, “sorry, I surprised you. That looks painful.” Wilbur nodded toward Trent’s braced arm.
“Nah, it more uncomfortable then anything and a bummed about not playing tomorrow.” Trent lifted his arm and then turned toward the little nerd.
Wilbur had promised the coach not to fuck any of the active players but Trent was inactive due to his injury and the little nerd felt he was fair game. Therefore Trent soon found the small man’s eyes so intense as he looked at him. He started to turn red in the face from embarrassment as his fat cock hardened in his sweatpants leaving a noticeable bulge in the baggy pants. Wilbur however continued to smile as he reached out and stroked the huge linemen’s well defined 6 pack, sending a shrivel through the muscle jock’s body. Trent didn’t know why he led the nerd back to his room, but as he walked it felt so good as Wilbur stroked his lower back, and ease a hand into the back of Trent’s pants. Back in his room he was glad that his roommate was a sound sleeper, the overweight tackler could sleep through an earthquake, and his loud snoring could block out any sounds. Trent had often brought back women and even men to fuck them while his teammate snored away. He was bi but considered himself a strict top, however, it felt natural to bottom for Wilbur as he pulled down his sweats to expose his thick, smooth ass and laid face down on the bed. Trent then buried his face into the pillows to muffle his moans while Wilbur grabbed his long blond hair and penetrated him. The sounds of Wilbur’s body slamming against the huge bubble ass and the bed pounding against the wall filled the room, and fortunately Trent’s roommate didn’t wake up. Trent bite down on the pillow as Wilbur literally fucked the cum out of him. His blue eyes rolled back into his head but he didn’t moan nor cried as he cum over and over onto the bed.
Next day the team dressed in their finest suits, boarded the team bus and went to the stadium. Chad, Drew, Niger, and Dante walked into the modern, spacious locker room for the first big game of the season, and homecoming game, feeling confident and horny. As each got to their state of the art dressing and locker alcoves, with their team pictures over their personal changing space, they each found a gift from Wilbur, a brand new pure white underarmour jockstrap. The soft jockpouchs felt so good on their cocks as they adjusted the tight straps over their muscular asses. Chad was the first to get in his uniform. He stood by the wall mirror and flexed. Chad knew he looked good, in his skin tight white football pants and crop top jersey. His massive thighs and pads stretched the spandex pants. The new jockstrap was visible through the thin white pants and it highlighted his perfect bubble ass. As he grew impatient to get on the field, he walked around the facilities. He heard a low moan from a corner of the dark weight room. That was when he turned a corner and saw Niger and Dante making out. The sight of the two muscle bound, masculine black players kissing each other made Chad horny. They were only in the white jockstraps which perfectly framed each beautiful sculpted black buttocks. Niger and Dante had their hands around each other, squeezing and kneading the thick asses. As a result, Chad found himself stroking his own cock as he watched. He never suspected two tough, macho studs like Niger and Dante to be gay. Embarrassed that he might be caught watching them with a hard on, Chad turned to leave. As he turned he bumped into Drew. The tight-end smirked at the nervous quarterback. Chad looked down and caught himself looking at Drew’s smooth, olive torso and the packed white football pants. The quarterback quickly looked away, and tried to avoid his teammate’s eyes. He was still embarrassed from last night’s jackoff session.
The team was ready and hypering themselves up as they waited to go on the field. As they were about to run out onto the field, Chad noticed Wilbur standing in the shadows of the tunnel leading from the locker room to the field. Discreetly Chad approached the nerd. All suit up in his football gear, Chad looked even more bigger than he normally does as he towered over Wilbur.
“What are you doing here,” Chad whispered.
“I just want to tell you that when you win, I got a special prize for you tonight. You just have to win for me,” Wilbur smiled as he traced his fingers over the exposed 8 pack abs that were exposed from Chad’s crop top jersey.
A shrivel ran down Chad’s abs straight to his cock, which strained against the jock and skin tight football pants.
The game was intense but Chad played the best game of his college career. The stadium was literally rumbling from the cheers of the fans. It was a back and forth game. Wilbur watched the game from a private VIP booth. Instead of being on the sidelines with his teammates, Trent spent the game on his knees, in only a jockstrap, sucking the nerd’s huge cock. In the last seconds of the game, Chad stepped back. While avoiding the rushing opposing linemen, he saw Drew heading toward the end zone. Drew turned as Chad released the ball into the air. Drew jumped and caught the ball. He landed in the end zone for the touchdown as the whistle blew ending the game. The stadium erupted in cheers as they won the game. Students rushed to the field as Chad was mobbed by his excited teammates. Despite all the celebrations around him, Chad could think only about Wilbur, and his promise about a reward.
2022-10-11 23:19:31 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 6-GAME DAY
The night before the big game the football team gathered at a nearby hotel to prepare for the homecoming game. They were separated from their girlfriends and family so they could focus only on the next day's game. The coach pleaded with Wilbur not to fuck any of his star players. All the team needed was one of the starters stuffing from a sore ass during the game. Therefore the coach willingly volunteered to take the nerd’s huge cock up his bubble ass. Wilbur fucked the coach much of the night. The coach never got over how insensible the nerd was.
Like usual, Drew and Chad shared a room like they always do before a game. Chad was hoping for a good restful sleep for the big game, but instead he was restless. He was so horny. All he could think about was Wilbur’s cock and how good it felt. When he closed his eyes he saw Wilbur standing with his big cock. Chad’s own cock grew hard in his flannel red and black pajama bottoms. He kicked the covers off his body and his cock was standing straight through the fly of his pants. Chad looked over toward Drew’s bed, and found his teammate awake and looking at him. Drew had a hand down inside his shorts and it was obvious that he was stroking himself. The tight end then pushed his covers off his muscular Latin body and pulled his shorts down. Drew then wrapped his fist around his uncut cock and began to rub the foreskin over his throbbing cock head. Without taking his eyes from Drew’s cock, Chad began to jerk his cock as well. Being jocks, they had often jerked off with teammates before, but this time it was different. The energy between them was lustfull. Chad watched Drew use his free hand to reach between his powerful thighs and behind his full, heavy balls to play with his own hole. The expression on Drew’s sexy face was pure bliss as he pushed a finger into his own hole. Watching his friend jackoff and fingering himself was so erotic to the blonde quarterback that Chad found himself doing the same. He reached between his legs and pushed his finger into his hole. The all American quarterback hissed in lust as he moved his finger in and out of himself. He closed his eyes and reimagined Wilbur was probing and stretching him once again. As if on clue, both jocks moaned and shot their loads over their smooth, chisel abs.
Next day the team dressed in their finest suits, boarded the team bus and went to the stadium. Chad, Drew, Niger, and Dante walked into the modern, spacious locker room for the first big game of the season, and homecoming game, feeling confident and horny. As each got to their state of the art dressing and locker alcoves, with their team pictures over their personal changing space, they each found a gift from Wilbur, a brand new pure white underarmour jockstrap. The soft jockpouchs felt so good on their cocks as they adjusted the tight straps over their muscular asses. Chad was the first to get in his uniform. He stood by the wall mirror and flexed. Chad knew he looked good, in his skin tight white football pants and crop top jersey. His massive thighs and pads stretched the spandex pants. The new jockstrap was visible through the thin white pants and it highlighted his perfect bubble ass. As he grew impatient to get on the field, he walked around the facilities. He heard a low moan from a corner of the weight room. That was when he turned a corner and saw Niger and Dante making out. The sight of the two muscle bound, masculine black players kissing each other made Chad horny. They were only in the white jockstraps which perfectly framed each beautiful sculpted black buttocks. Niger and Dante had their hands around each other, squeezing and kneading the thick asses. As a result, Chad found himself stroking his own cock as he watched. He never suspected two tough, macho studs like Niger and Dante to be gay. Embarrassed that he might be caught watching them with a hard on, Chad turned to leave. As he turned he bumped into Drew. The tight-end smirked at the nervous quarterback. Chad looked down and caught himself looking at Drew’s smooth, olive torso and the packed white football pants. The quarterback quickly looked away, and tried to avoid his teammate’s eyes. He was still embarrassed from last night’s jackoff session.
The team was ready and hypering themselves up as they waited to go on the field. As they were about to run out onto the field, Chad noticed Wilbur standing in the shadows of the tunnel leading from the locker room to the field. Discreetly Chad approached the nerd. All suit up in his football gear, Chad looked even more bigger than he normally does as he towered over Wilbur.
“What are you doing here,” Chad whispered.
“I just want to tell you that when you win, I got a special prize for you tonight. You just have to win for me,” Wilbur smiled as he traced his fingers over the exposed 8 pack abs that were exposed from Chad’s crop top jersey.
A shrivel ran down Chad’s abs straight to his cock, which strained against the jock and skin tight football pants.
The game was intense but Chad played the best game of his college career. The stadium was literally rubbing from the cheers of the fans. It was a back and forth game. In the last seconds of the game, Chad stepped back. While avoiding the rushing opposing linemen, he saw Drew heading toward the end zone. Drew turned as Chad released the ball into the air. Drew jumped and caught the ball. He landed in the end zone for the touchdown as the whistle blew ending the game. The stadium erupted in cheers as they won the game. Students rushed to the field as Chad was mobbed by his excited teammates. Despite all the celebrations around him, Chad could think only about Wilbur, and his promise about a reward.
2022-10-08 01:03:21 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 5
Niger and Dante, the dark skin running back and wide receiver, were working out late in the weight room preparing for the big game Saturday. They were both shirtless, revealing their smooth, muscle packed torsos. As each took turns bench pressing over three hundred pounds their bodies were glistening with sweat, every huge muscle was flexing and bulging. When Niger completed his last set he set up, howled and flexed his huge biceps in victory.
Dante clamped him on the back, “awesome, man. Fuck look at the time, I need to hit the showers.”
“Me too, I’m planning on having some hot pussy tonight,” Niger high fives his best friend and the two black football players headed toward the locker room.
They were joking and laughing about their plans for the night as they kicked off their shoes and pulled down their shorts. Niger was wearing a tight pair of short, grey compression shorts that were so soaked with sweat that they were transparent, revealing his impressive tube shaped cock. Dante, the shorter and more muscular running back, wore a tiny pair of grey bikini briefs that barely covered his large plump ass. The two jocks peeled off their underwear and wrapped the white towels around their chisel waist. As they walked to the shower, laughing, the towels did nothing to hide the roundness of their exquisitely developed asses while the whiteness of the towels contrasted beautifully with their dark onyx color skin. They reek youthful, alpha masculinity as they strutted toward the showers.
The two football players had no idea that Wilbur was in the coach’s office, watching them through the hidden camera he instructed the coach to install in the weight room, locker rooms and showers. Wilbur was already massing a fortune from the sale of those candid videos, with the African American players being the most in demand. Watching the two players undressing and joking around in their sexy underwear and even dancing naked, made Wilbur extra horny. He gripped the coach’s head, who was kneeling under his desk, slurping on Wilbur’s large cock. As Wilbur began to pound the back of the coach’s throat harder, the older man began to gag on its thickness. Wilbur however had his eyes glued to the monitor for the showers. He watched the soap and water running down each football player’s wide v-shape backs, cascading over the layers of shredded muscles down until the water ran between the deep valley of the black granite buttocks. They turned under the water, soaping up their oversized smooth pecs, and 8 pack abs. The two proud black football players gripped their fat manhoods, watching their cocks and heavy balls.
“I want them,” Wilbur moaned as he held the coach’s head tight, with his cock all the way down the older man’s throat.
With a grunt, Wilbur came, flooding the coach’s throat. The coach was relieved as Wilbur let go of his head to let him breathe, and then obediently swallowed and licked up every last drop of his master’s cum.
Wilbur sneaked out of the coach’s office and headed toward Niger’s and Dante’s lockers. Both jocks had left their water bottles on the bench by the lockers and Wilbur carefully slipped his favorite drug into their bottles. He could hear their deep baritone laughter and voices over the running water from the shower rooms as he quietly headed back to the office and waited. Through the monitors he watched the two men exiting the showers naked, neither bothering to cover up their impressive cocks. Their black bull cocks swinging in front of their huge smooth thighs. The water was still glistening off their dark bodies as both jocks picked up their water bottles and took long drinks. They then proceeded to dry themselves off with their towels. Niger placed a foot on the bench as he dried his feet, unknowingly giving the hidden camera an unobstructed view of his hole. Dante sat down on the bench with his powerful legs spread as he dried his full balls and thick cock. However within minutes both football players were sitting side by side on the bench confused and aroused. Their thick cocks were rock hard, standing straight from their laps as they stared straight ahead. Their sexy dark eyes were dazed and their full lips laid half open in blissful lust.
Neither big powerful jock moved as Wilbur came out of the coach’s office and stood behind them. He smiled to himself as he placed a hand on their massive shoulders and stroked their mountainous muscles.
“You both feel so good and relaxed as I touch you. The more I touch and explore your body the more blissfully submissive you become. It feels so good to be obedient to me,” Wilbur whispered as he reached around their heads and traced his fingers over their sexy full lips.
“Fffuck, yeah,” both Niger and Dante moaned in response as they instinctively began to suck on his fingers.
“good boys,” he smiled as both jocks groaned.
“You need cum, and my cum is the most important thing in the world for you. You need to suck my cock and get fucked by me,” Wilbur continued.
“Mmm, need cum,” both moaned.
Satisfied, he walked around the bench and stood before the two large football players. Their eyes widened and they licked their lips upon seeing him stand naked before them. Both straight, tough alpha’s stared at the nerd’s thick, long cock as if it was the most beautifullest thing they ever saw. Neither know why they felt the urge to worship it. They were straight but it felt so natural for them to want to taste it, worship it.
“Get down on your knees, and worship my cock,” Wilbur ordered.
Neither man was used to taking orders from skinny white boys, they are big alpha men, but both obediently slid off the bench and onto their knees. Wilbur gripped their short hair and pulled them toward his cock. They began to run the cock between their lips, taking turns licking and sucking it. Their grunts and groans were intoxicating for the gay nerd. They looked up at him with their dark eyes looking for approval. He pulled Niger off his cock and pushed into Dante’s mouth. He fucked Dante’s throat hard until the running back gagged and bare able to breathe. Wilbur then pulled out and ram into Niger’s throat. He rotates between each mouth, using both sexy studs. Dante nor Niger had any idea why they were sucking that skinny nerd’s cock, but they felt so good and it felt so right. Their own thick cocks were throbbing and leaking onto the locker room floor. Wilbur pulled his cock from their mouths and slapped it against their handsome faces, causing them to grunt in pleasure.
“Bend over the bench and show me your manpussies,” Wilbur ordered.
“Yes, sirrr,” both big powerful football players answered as they quickly turned and bent over the benches, with their big fat asses in the air.
They spread their thick legs as wide as possible revealing their tiny holes buried between their large muscular ass cheeks. Their asses were so beautiful and flawless, as Wilbur stepped closer and slapped each football players’ ass cheeks. Both let out a deep moan. No one ever dared to spank those tough jocks before and it aroused them. Their asses bounced at each impact and they began to wiggle their beefy asses. Wilbur smirked as they macho football players were acting like horny slut whores begging for more.
Wilbur wanted to fuck them both. He took his tube of special lube and squeezed a generous amount of the gel on each jock hole, before working the gel into the tight virgin jockpussies.
“Oh, ffffuck,” Niger cried out.
“Shhhitt, feel sooo good,” Dante yelled.
As Wilbur worked the gel into them, their tight anal muscles loosened and their nerve endings were sent into over drive. Wilbur pushed a finger into each larger man’s hole, stroking their insides. Both Niger and Dante pressed their foreheads into the locker room floor while pushing their asses back. Never in their straight lives were they experiencing so much pleasure.
“Fuck me,” Dante yelled.
“No, Fffuck me first, I need your cock inside me,” Niger yelled back, wiggling his oversized ass.
Both jocks aggressively pushed their holes out, trying to upstage each other. Wilbur smirked as both previous street tough, black alphas beg to be fucked first. He pushed a second finger into each jocks’ hole, causing them to groan louder. Neither could believe how good it felt to be another man’s bitch. Wilbur then pulled his fingers from their loosen, stretched manpussies. He decided to fuck Niger first. Wilbur gripped the wide receiver’s narrow waist and with a hard push, penetrated the virgin hole.
“Fffuck, shhittt,” Niger cried out.
Dante looked at his teammate in envy. He reached between his thick, spread legs and stroked his leaking cock as he watched Niger’s face distorted in ecstasy. Wilbur pushed deep as far as Niger’s ass could stretch and started to thrust in and out of him. Niger’s moaning and crying out incomprehensible as his fist tightened around the bench. Wilbur gave the wide receiver ten long deep thrusts before pulling out. He then moved behind Dante and pushed into the running back ass. Dante’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a loud deep moan.
The coach was watching from the doorway, stroking his cock as he watched the skinny little nerd dominate those sexy, black jocks. He was so turned on as he watched Wilbur taking turns on each beautiful bubble ass. The two jocks’ moans and groans were so arousing. It seemed like an eternity as Wilbur pounded each muscle god, moving from one tight musclepussy to the next. Wilbur finally pulled out and gripped his throbbing monster of a cock. With a grunt, Wilbur shot his load over both player’s flawless, smooth ass and back. He then moved back in front of the two exhausted jocks and once again grabbed their heads. Niger and Dante then obediently licked and sucked their new master’s cock clean.
Wilbur turned to the coach, “you can lick them clean.”
2022-10-06 00:44:01 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 4
The next day, Wilbur was in a happy mood as he went to the football team practice field to watch the team practice for the upcoming big game. It was a hot day so most of the players wore very little. Chad was wearing a cutoff jersey over his shoulder pads that showed off his ripped cobblestone abs, and a pair of white compression shorts that left little to the imagination. While Drew wore only a pair of shorts, his muscular, shredded torso was on full display. Their bodies were covered in a layer of sweat. Wilbur grew hard thinking about all those potential slaves that were on the football team. However, Chad was still the main focus on the field. Chad looked so confident and graceful as threw the football to his wide receiver Niger. Wilbur couldn’t help himself from admiring the dark skin wide receiver whose perfectly shaped ass was bouncing and jiggling just enough in the thin white tights. The football player’s body looks like it was sculpted from pure obsidian. The whiteness of his second skin like tights contrasted beautifully with the dark flawless skin. Wilbur began to think of how to add the Nubian god to his growing haram of jock slaves.
Chad threw the ball as Niger ran down the field. As he let go of the ball, he briefly turned and saw Wilbur in the bleachers, and all the color in Chad’s face faded. He couldn’t believe the fag’s nerve in coming to the field in front of everyone. Chad tried to block Wilbur’s presence at the field out of his mind, but he was unable to focus. Before seeing the nerd, Chad was making perfect passes, but upon seeing Wilbur, all confidence faded from the quarterback. He started to miss his receiver at every throw. On the last throw, he even hit Niger in his large sculpted dark chest.
“Chad,what the hell is wrong with you,” Niger yelled.
“Sorry, man,” Chad was visibly distracted.
The coach blew his whistle, “that's all for today, go and clean up.”
Chad pulled off his helmet and walked to the side line. As he approached he saw that annoying smile on Wilbur’s face.
“What are you doing here,” Chad hissed in a loud whisper.
“I’m here for your tutoring session,” Wilbur looked over the sweaty jock. “I thought we could go back to my apartment. It is a lot more private.” Wilbur’s eyes fell on Chad’s large bulging crotch. The thin, white compression shorts did nothing to hide the quarterback’s endowment.
“I’m busy,” Chad tried to regain his independence. He looked around hoping none of his teammates was around.
“If you want to stay on the team, I suggest you drop everything and come back to my place, now,” Wilbur said in a stern voice as he stood up from the bleachers and stepped closer to the quarterback.
Chad’s instant of independence quickly faded, as Wilbur boldly but discreetly gripped the quarterback’s crotch and squeezed the jock’s cock and balls. Chad prayed none of his teammates saw him being groped. To the quarterback’s horror his cock was growing hard in the nerd’s hands.
Chad whispered low with a hint of submissiveness, “I have to change and shower.”
He was trying to hold back a moan. Chad was hoping he could use the excuse in going to the locker rooms to ditch the nerd.
“No, you are fine, very fine,” the pervert nerd licked his lips as his eyes traveled down Chad’s body. “Anyway, I took the liberty to get your bag from your locker,” Wilbur pointed to the gym bag sitting at his feet.
“You've been in my locker,” Chad responded in disbelief.
“Sure, I’m saving you time. Let go, you driving,” Wilbur then headed toward Chad’s convertible sports car.
Chad meekly followed. He had no idea that Drew was watching the scene with a look of jealousy on his face. The tight-end reached down and squeezed his own bulging cock. He was so horny and wanted to feel Wilbur’s huge cock inside his jockpussy so badly.
Chad didn’t say a word as he drove to Wilbur’s off campus apartment. The top was down and the wind was blowing through his blonde hair as they drove. The whole way there, Wilbur had his left hand on Chad’s thick right thigh, stroking and squeezing the huge quads and the quarterback’s hard cock. Chad was praying no one would drive past them and saw him getting groped by another guy, especially a nerd like Wilbur. To Chad’s relief, Wilbur’s apartment wasn’t far from the practice field. Chad had to admit he was impressed by the apartment. It was in a very luxurious apartment building. The apartment itself was large and expensively decorated. Chad’s parents were rich but they couldn't even afford such a place like this. As Chad looked around the apartment with its view of the city from the living room’s floor to ceiling windows, he suddenly felt Wilbur’s eyes on his ass, causing the cocky jock to suddenly feel self-conscious. He knew the thin, sweaty compression shorts were transparent and the gay nerd could easily make out his jockstrap framed ass and even his tight hole between his muscular ass cheeks. Chad had forgot that he still had on his shoulder pads under his midriff jersey.
Wilbur then walked up behind him and squeezed a handful of Chad’s right ass cheek, “baby, I want to fuck that ass so badly.” Wilbur then stood on his toes and kissed Chad on the neck.
Chad closed his eyes. He could easily push the nerd away but instead he just stood there, with his eyes closed, trying to will down his cock that was obscenely tenting his jock and compression shorts.
Chad whispered low, “I’m not gay.” He tried to replete it over and over but Wilbur even didn’t hear the low moans or annoyed them. “I’m not gay, I’m not gay,” he whispered as tears welled in his eyes. Wilbur then took Chad by his hand and led the quarterback into the bedroom. Chad’s hand was so much bigger than Wilbur’s but he felt so inferior. The bed in the bedroom was a king size, large and comfortable looking. With a gentle push on Chad's shoulder pads, Wilbur pushed the taller, muscular jock onto the bed. Chad looked up at the nerd with his deep blue eyes.
“Lay back,” Wilbur whispered and Chad found himself pushing back on to the bed, against the pillows.
First Wilbur removed each of Chad’s shoes. Chad didn’t take his eyes off the nerd as Wilbur then crawled between Chad’s outstretched legs. Wilbur leaned down and to Chad’s surprise, started to lick the cobblestone abs, outlining each brick shaped abdominal and deep valleys. Wilbur even swirled his tongue around Chad’s tight bellybutton teasing it, causing Chad to moan. While exploring Chad’s abs, Wilbur began to peel the tights over the jock’s masculine waist and hips. Chad found himself lifting his hips to aid Wilbur to peel the shorts over his large, plump behind. His cock was bulging against the white underarmour jock slap pound as Wilbur pulled the shorts down the long muscular legs and tossed them on the floor. With one hand Wilbur started to stroke Chad’s cock through the silky jock pouch while pulling out a tube from his pocket. He pulled his hand away from Chad’s crotch to open the bottle of lube.
“Please, I’m not gay,” Chad moaned in protest.
“Ssshh, just relax. This is going to help you feel only pleasure,” Wilbur squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel onto the middle finger of his left hand.
However, to Chad's surprise Wilbur moved on top of him and with his right hand pulled the quarterback into a deep kiss. Chad found himself moaning into Wilbur’s mouth as the nerd pushed his tongue to the stronger boy’s mouth. Closing his eyes again Chad started to return the kiss. It was nothing like kissing a girl. The skinny nerd’s tongue was wrestling for dominance over Chad’s tongue. As they began to make out, Wilbur pushed a lubed finger under Chad’s jockstrap and began to tease his hole. Chad pulled away from the kiss and moan as he felt the lube finger sliding into him.
“Fuck, what is that,” Chad moaned.
His insides began to relax while his nerve endings around his hole and canal were going on overdrive.
“Just something to make you enjoy being my bitch. You will feel only pleasure,” Wilbur moved his finger in and out, stroking the virgin jockpussy.
Wilbur then pushed in a second finger. He moved his fingers in and out, and tried to spread them, stretching the virgin hole open. Chad was grabbing the sheets and arching his back off the bed. Wilbur was smiling as he drove the cocky straight jock wild in lust. Then he pulled his fingers from the loosened hole. Chad suddenly felt empty. He opened his eyes and watched the skinny nerd stripping. Wilbur was skinny with bony shoulders. Chad out weighed him by 50 to 75 pounds of muscles. As Wilbur pulled out his cock, Chad in turn pulled his jersey over his head. His eyes fell upon the thick, huge cock and without thinking, Chad grabbed his white sock clad ankles and lifted them into the air. He exposed his now hungry hole. His eyes locked on Wilbur’s smiling eyes as the nerd aimed his cock between the tight boypussy. With a hard thrust, he pushed into Chad’s virgin hole. Chad’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was penetrated for the first time. His hands gripped the sheets tighter, as his huge muscles flexed. His veins were popping as sweat poured over him. He never experienced so much pleasure in his life, as Wilbur eased out and thrusted back in. His anal muscles tried desperately to keep the huge cock inside him. Wilbur was slamming in and out of him, breeding him over and over.
With a hard grunt, Wilbur pushed all the way into Chad and whispered low, “cum for me.”
On clue, Chad’s muscles tensed and he arched his back off the bed. His cock was aimed right at his handsome face when he came. He never came so hard as his cum flew through the air and landed on his face.
2022-10-04 00:52:49 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 3
For the rest of the day and into the evening, Chad tried to get the taste of Wilbur’s cum out of his mouth and the whole experience of earlier in the day out of his head. However, despite how hard he tried he couldn’t keep from re-living the scenes in his mind. He couldn’t believe he had let a weak, little nerd dominate and humiliate him by making him strip and then suck his cock, and above all, he, the big strong quarterback, didn't put up a fight. The nerd even made him cum without even touching himself, like some pathetic fag. Everytime his mind brought up the images of earlier that day, Chad’s cock grew rock hard. Later that night, he fucked his girlfriend Heather, the head cheerleader, extra hard. In his mind he was trying to prove that he was still a man. She was moaning and crying in ecstasy louder than she ever did.
“Oh, Chad. You are so aggressive, baby. Don’t stop, oh Fffuck,” she moaned while gripping the sheets.
However, when Chad closed his eyes while thrusting into her pussy, he was seeing himself on his knees sucking Wilbur’s cock. It only caused him to fuck her harder, and with a loud groan he came inside his girlfriend. The orgasm was so intense that he ended up collapsing on top of her.
“Oh baby that was so wonderful, you never fucked me like that before,” Heather stroked his short blonde hair. “Baby, are you crying? Are you ok,” she heard him whimpering against her breast.
The next day, Wilbur walked into the Student Union cafeteria carrying his lunch tray when he noticed the four stars of the football team sitting at their usual table. There were four jocks, including Chad, and then Heather. Heather was sitting so close to Chad on the bench seats of the folding table, that she was almost on his lap. Her right arm was on Chad’s back while she was stroking his beautiful blonde hair. As for Chad, he was laughing and joking with his football playing friends. His wide muscular back was facing Wilbur when the nerd approached the table. Drew, the Latino tight end and captain of the wrestling team, saw Wilbur first and smirked as the nerd approached their table. Niger, the black wide receiver, and Chris, the brown hair offensive lineman, pouched each other in the ribs and smirked as well when they saw Wilbur.
“Is this seat taken,” Wilbur asked but before anyone could reply he was already stepping over the built in bench and sitting right beside Chad.
The quarterback turned his head, and when he saw Wilbur, he turned white.
“You at the wrong table, nerd,” Drew spoke to the laughter of the two other jocks.
Drew was a bully and used his large sculpted muscles to push people around, especially people he felt superior too. Although he wasn’t as tall as Chad, he was just as beautiful, with olive, flawless skin, deep brown eyes, and black hair. His body was that of an amateur bodybuilder, big and shredded. The t-shirt he wore wastretched over his large pecs like a second skin, and his shorts were tight around his tree trunk size legs.
“I’m tutoring Chad and I thought we can get some extra tutoring during lunch, is that right, Chad,” Wilbur gave the obviously nervous jocks smile.
“You getting tutored,” both Heather and Drew asked, in surprise, at the same time.
“Yeah,” Chad nervously replied.
Wilbur then turned and started to eat with his right hand while he discreetly reached his left hand under the table. Wilbur ran his hand up Chad’s muscular right leg, pushing the thin basketball shorts up. Chad’s thick legs were covered in a thin layer of blonde hair as Wilbur moved his hand up Chad’s inner thigh. Drew was looking at Wilbur suspiciously. He gave a disapproving look at the little pervert. Also, Drew never saw Chad acting so nervous before. It was like all of Chad’s confidence was zipped right out of him when the little nerd sat down beside him. Of course he had no idea that Wilbur was groping and fondling his friend and quarterback right across from him. Chad almost gagged on his food when he felt Wilbur’s hand on his crotch. He tried to pull his leg away, but Wilbur continued to move his hand back. Wilbur then began to stroke and squeezed Chad’s crotch. Chad tried to will his cock down but it was useless. On one side of him was Heather stroking his bare left biceps and feeling up his pecs through the t-shirt, while on the other side Wilbur was squeezing and groping his legs and rock hard cock. Wilbur pressed the palm of his hand against Chad’s trapped cock and full balls while his fingers reached further down between the jock’s legs to tease Chad’s hole through the thin shorts and briefs.
“Well nerd, I don’t think you will be tutoring Chad today, we have practice,” Drew smirked as he stood up and picked up his tray.
“Is that right, Chad,” Wilbur squeezed Chad’s cock harder under the table.
Chad struggles to hold back a moan, “uh, yeah, maybe later.”
Chad prayed that no one would notice the hardon in his shorts, but knew it was hard to miss. He reluctantly got up off the seat, trying to use his tray to hide his large bulge. However, it was not lost on Heather, who mistakenly thought it was caused by her. Wilbur ate as he watched the four jocks leaving the cafeteria. He smiled as he noticed Chad’s and Drew’s perfectly round asses filling out their shorts as they exited the room.
Later that night, Drew was alone in the wrestling training room, practicing various wrestling moves. He wore his tight wrestling singlet as he sparred with an imaginary opponent. His feet work was light and almost graceful. His muscles were tense as he built up a light layer of sweat. The training room was dark except for a single overhead lamp that swayed with the air from the air conditioning system. He had used his phone to play his favorite workout music and it was so loud that he didn’t hear the heavy doors to the training room open, nor the footsteps behind him. Drew was on his knees when Wilbur came up behind him and placed a hand on his broad shoulders. Instead of being surprised by the nerd’s presence or his touch on his muscular shoulders, the jock closed his eyes and smiled. He reached a strong hand back to touch the nerd’s smaller hand that was stroking his tired muscles.
“Sorry, about today,” Drew whispered as he leaned his head against the nerd’s hand.
“You did good today,” Wilbur replied as he eased the left shoulder strap off Drew’s shoulder.
In return Drew helped the nerd he had often bullied to peel the tight singlet down his muscular arms and tight torso, until the Latin god was naked except for his wrestling caliguls and his old, worn black jockstrap. He had often claimed that it was his lucky jockstrap that he wore during football games and wrestling matches. The pouch was worn and the straps were tight around his plump muscular ass. The straps perfectly framed his basketballs size glutes. Despite their sheer size, his cheeks were firm and hard as stone. He was known to out squat and out leg press anyone on the football team. The rest of his body was smooth and chisels without an ounce of excess fat on him. Wilbur placed a hand on Wilbur’s back and pushed the bigger jock face down on the wrestling mate. Drew was assuming the down wrestling starting position, however, instead of beginning a wrestling match, he eagerly waited to get fucked by his master. Wilbur took his time as he admired the perfect ass while pulling out his own hard thick cock. He enjoys fucking the normally arrogant jock who had bullied him for so long. He had taken the straight cocky alpha jock and broke him, turning the jock into his fuck toy. Once his huge cock was out of his pants, Wilbur aimed his cock between the firm ass cheeks and pushed in. The big jock grunted as the huge cock slid into his hole. Drew was in pure heaven as he took inch by inch into his jockpussy.
Drew was covered in sweat as he laid with his face flat on the wrestling mat and his large, smooth bubble ass, framed by his lucky jockstrap, in the air. Wilbur was thrusting in and out of the Latino’s jock’s ass. The sounds of Drew moans were filling the empty gym.
“Please, cum inside me, I need your cum so bad,” Drew moaned.
His thick sexy lips were parted in a moan and his eyes rolled into the back of his head while his thick black hair was matted to his forehead. Every huge muscle was pumped and tense as Wilbur’s cock pounded the jock’s prostate. Wilbur loved the power he had over jocks like Drew and Chad. They were so cocky, confident, arrogant, but when he dominated them their facades quickly crumbled. It was so easy turning the arrogant Drew into a docile fuck toy, like he was now, for his enjoyment. Drew expertly worked his powerful ass muscles around Wilbur’s cock like a well trained whore.
2022-09-30 00:41:34 +0000 UTC
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WILBUR CHAPTER 2
“Come on coach, why do I need a tutor? No way is the school going to kick me off the team,” the blonde adonis Chad whined.
The coach sat at his desk, discreetly adjusting the cockcage the nerd Wilbur made the bodybuilding built coach wear under his shorts, “rules are rules. The university can’t ignore an NCAA rule.”
“But why that fag,” the tall quarterback placed his hands on the desk.
“He is the smartest kid on campus and willing to do it for free. Now, he’s waiting in the team meeting room,” the coach was firm and unbending
“Whatever,” Chad stood upright and turned to leave.
“Don’t forget to take your water, you need to stay hydrated,” the Coach lifted the water jug from the floor beside the desk.
Chad didn’t notice that it wasn’t the gallon jug he came in with as he turned and picked it up.
Wilbur was impatiently waiting in the conference room when quarterback Chad walked into the room. Chad was taking his time, chatting on his phone with his girlfriend and taking large gulps from the jug of water. He was in no hurry to spend an hour being tutored by the nerdy sophomore.
Wilbur got a hardon as soon as he saw the 6’4 jock god walking into the room. The dark Olympia t-shirt hugged his muscular arms and the jeans hugged the long powerful legs.
Chad gave the nerd a smirk and spoke on the phone, “I have to go babe.” He ended the call and saddled the chair beside Wilbur, easing his muscular body down into the chair. “Yet get this over with, I have a date with a couple of cheerleaders tonight. However, first, let's get it clear, Coach is making me do this to stay on the team. So don’t expect us to be best buds or anything. Got it fag?”
Wilbur smiled, “got it. Let's start with the basics.”
Wilbur opened his notebooks and textbooks to begin. It was rather basic stuff he was going over and Chad grew bored. He leaned back in his seat and stretched his long, sexy body. Wilbur couldn’t help but take a peek as the jock’s shirt raised up and showed off the white CK briefs waistband and the inch or two of smooth, tan skin of Chad’s lower abdomen. Chad caught the nerd looking and smirked.
“Fag,” Chad hissed in a low whispered.
However, as Wilbur went on it got harder for Chad to concentrate on the problems that the nerd was asking him to solve. He started to feel dumb and frustrated. Finally Chad pushed the books away.
“Look, let's make a deal, you do my assignments and papers and I pay you and won’t beat the crap out of you for perving over me,” Chad folded his huge arms across his chest.
“That’s not very nice. Maybe you can just fail and get kicked off the team. I would hate to see your daddy’s expression of disappointment,” Wilbur closed his notebooks.
Chad paused. He knew his father would be disappointed if he got thrown from the team. The cool, collected quarterback started to sweat as he realized how serious the situation was. “Come on, I'll do anything, name your price.”
Wilbur paused and looked the quarterback over. He took his time and watched the jock’s cool demure collapse. “For starters. Take off your shirt and flex,” Wilbur smirked.
“No, fucking way,” Chad yelled. He clutched his large right fist, “I beat your sorry ass!”
“Now, now. Hitting me would be a sure way of getting kicked out of school and the team. You want to play ball don’t you? It's the most important thing, isn’t it?” Wilbur continued to smile. “Anyway you love showing off your muscles, don’t you.”
“Yea, I guess,” Chad answered, feeling defeated.
Chad reached down and grabbed his t-shirt to peel it over his head. He then tossed the shirt on to the floor and began to flex. His muscles were smooth and shredded with large pecs on top of a chisel 8 pack abs. He soon was so absorbed in flexing that he paid Wilbur little attention. He was so into himself.
“Beautiful,” Wilbur whispered, causing Chad to smirk and flex more.
“Drink some more of your water,” Wilbur instructed without taking his eyes off Chad’s perfect body.
Without thinking, Chad obeyed and took another large gulp for his jug. Wilbur licked his lips as some water dripped down from Chad’s mouth and onto the large pecs.
“Good, now take off your pants,” Wilbur instructed.
Chad paused, unsure to obey or not , “my pants?”
“Yes. You want to stay on the team don’t you?”
“Yes, but ,” Chad felt confused
“Take off your pants,” Wilbur said firmly.
The tone caused the jock’s cock to stir in his pants. Chad was confused and embarrassed by his cock’s reaction. However, Chad found himself standing up and without thinking, his hands undid his belt and his jeans. He took a deep breath and pulled the pants down in one motion. Chad looked like an underwear model standing before the gay nerd. His thick thighs were shredded and well developed, while his tight white briefs were displaying his hard cock.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Wilbur whispered as he looked up at the half naked jock.
Chad found himself getting more aroused and unable to pull away as Wilbur gripped his cock through the white briefs.
“I’m straight,” the once cocky jock moaned in a whisper.
“I know, baby, you're doing it to stay on the team,” Wilbur laughed as he stroked Chad’s cock through the soft white briefs.
Wilbur then stood up. He was 6” shorter than the tall muscle jock. Wilbur undid his own pants and pulled out his enormous, hard cock causing Chad’s eyes to widen.
Wilbur stroked his fat, long cock, “Get on your knees.”
“Fuck no, I’m no fag,” Chad protested but at the same time he couldn’t take his eyes off the large cock.
“Remember, you need to stay on the team. If you do as you are told I will guarantee that you will pass your classes and stay on being the star golden boy,” Wilbur smirked and continued to stroke his hard on.
Chad found his mouth feeling dry and he licked his lips, “I’m im not gay.”
“Of course not, you are just doing what you have to do to stay on the team. That's all that matters, isn’t it? All you have to do is do as I told you,” Wilbur boldly stroked the quarterback’s chisel abs. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Chad found himself kneeling in front of the nerd. He closed his eyes as he leaned forward. In return, Wilbur grabbed the quarterback’s thick blonde hair and pushed his cock into Chad’s virgin mouth. Tears ran down Chad’s chisel face as he began to gag and coughed on the thick cock. He couldn’t breathe as the cock pounded the back of his tight throat. Wilbur pulled out of his mouth just in time. He laughed as Chad caught his breath. Wilbur then slapped his fat cock against Chad’s handsome face. Next, he pushed his cock back into the jock’s mouth, this time guiding him on and off the cock by Chad’s hair, to control the jock’s breathing. Chad could easily push the skinny, short nerd off him but his huge muscles were useless. His face was red in embarrassment. No only was he being face fucked by a much smaller man, he was also rock hard, throbbing in his briefs. Chad was coating the cock with drool and saliva as he slobbered over it. The quarterback absentmindedly reached into his briefs and stroked his cock. He pulled the cock out of the side of the tight briefs to jack himself.
“You a natural cocksucker,” Wilbur ruffled Chad’s blonde hair and laughed.
Wilbur gripped Chad’s hair tighter and pushed all the way down the jock’s throat. And with a deep moan, he started to cum. Chad gagged again as the cum flowed down his throat. It was so much, that cum leaked from his mouth and ran down his firm jawline. Finally Wilbur let go of Chad’s head and pulled out of his mouth, letting the jock fall back on the floor. Wilbur once again smirked as he cocked down at Chad. Chad’s handsome face is covered in cum. It was then that Chad realized that he had cum at the same time the nerd had come down his throat. He was embarrassed and humiliated.
“Our time is up today. You can go,” Wilbur zippered up his pants.
Chad looked up at the nerd in disbelief, “what? Uh . .”
“You hear me. Our tutoring session is over for the day,” Wilbur didn’t even look at the jock as he gathered up his books.
“Uh, ok,” Chad stood up and gathered his clothes and struggled to put them back on.
Chad was confused. He almost tripped as he hurried to put his feet through his jeans. All of his self assurance and confidence was gone as he dressed and hurried out of the room. Once the jock was gone, Wilbur smirked. He had the blonde adonis right where he wanted him.
2022-09-28 01:29:56 +0000 UTC
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Wilbur Chapter 1
After all of his players left the locker room, Coach Patterson worked out in the team weight room. He pulled off his shirt and laid down on the bench to start pumping out some sets of heavy weights. Although in his late thirties he still has the body of a pro bodybuilder. His smooth, huge muscles were pumping out one rep after another as he built up a light coat of sweat over his chisel body. The members of his football team looked up at the coach as a role model and they idolized him. They wanted to be as huge as he was. Weightlifting was his de-stressed as he blocked out all outside interference and focused only on the weight he was lifting.
Suddenly the skinny, nerd Wilbur was standing over Coach Patterson’s head with his 10” cock inches from the bodybuilding coach’s mouth. Coach lost all focus on the massive weight he was benching. He struggled to push it off his huge chest. Coach knew the weakling Wilbur would never be able to help him. Finally the coach was able to push the bar up and re-rack it.
Seating up on the bench, “what the fuck are u doing? How did you get in here?”
“Coach, that is not a way to talk to a student,” Wilbur laughed as he walked around and stood before the muscular older man.
“What you want,” the Coach tried to avoid looking at the nerd’s thick cock.
Wilbur reached over and started to rub the coach’s broad bare shoulders, “I want a favor.”
“You want me to help you, after you destroyed my marriage,” Coach responded back in anger.
Wilbur laugh, “Come now coach, little me didn’t make you have sex with me.” Wilbur smirked. “As I remember it you were very turned on when my cock was pounding that hot manpussy of yours.”
Coach couldn’t believe he was getting an hard on sitting there before the skinny nerd. His white shorts didn’t hide his hard cock bulging.
“I want you to arrange for me to tutor Chad,” Wilbur ran his hands through the coach’s hair.
“You expect me to betray my star quarterback,” Coach wanted to push Wilbur away but continued to just sit there.
“I know that the adonis isn’t very bright and needs to pull his grades up or you have no choice but to expel him from the team. Rules are rules,” Wilbur moved closer between the coach’s legs.
“I can do that, I can’t betray any of my boys,” Coach moaned as Wilbur’s bony fingers moved down over his massive pecs.
Wilbur just continued to smile as he teased and stroked the coach’s large nipples, causing the bigger man to whither in lust.
“Please. Don’t make me,” the muscle bound Coach begged as Wilbur stepped even closer.
Coach looked down as the nerd placed his huge cock between the tight valley of the huge pecs. Wilbur then squeezed the pecs together around his cock and began to pec fuck the Coach.
“You're going to be a good boy and do as I say, aren’t you,” Wilbur asked as he moved his cock up and down between the huge pecs.
“Yesss,” Coach moaned in a whisper.
“Good, lay down and let me fuck you,” Wilbur pulled away and gently pressed on the coach’s chest.
Without taking his eyes off Wilbur, Coach leaned back on the bench and lifted his huge legs. Each of his thighs were almost as big around as the nerd’s waist. Coach gripped the rack on each side of the bench press. Wilbur took the coach’s shorts and pulled them off the older man’s legs and over his shoes, revealing the coach's white, bulging jockstrap. Coach kept his legs up, exposing his tiny hole that peeked out from under the tight straps of his jock.
“That a good boy,” Wilbur Smirked as he stroked the tight rosebud entrance.
The tough, bodybuilding coach whimpered as he felt the finger teasing his sensitive hole.
Wilbur eased his finger into the hole, “you going to help me seduce Chad?”
“Yes, I will do whatever you want. Please,” Coach moaned and lifted his legs further up as Wilbur stroked his insides.
“Good boy,” Wilbur chuckled.
Wilbur continued to move his finger in and out of the tight hole. He then squeezed in a second finger, causing the bigger man to moan louder. As he loosened the coach’s hole, Wilbur began to spread his fingers, stretching the hole as much as he could. All along Wilbur’s hard cock was out and throbbing. Finally to the coach’s pleasure, Wilbur removed his fingers and gripped the coach’s ankles. The nerd then aimed his cock between Coach’s muscular smooth ass cheeks and with a grunt, pushed into the tiny hole.
“Fffuck, fuck me,” Coach threw his head back and cried out.
As Wilbur pushed deeper into the older man, the coach's cock pushed out the side of his tight jockstrap pouch and rested on his smooth right thigh. Wilbur eased half way out of the hole and slammed back in. His eyes remained locked on the coach’s as he fucked the bodybuilder over and over. The coach’s words became an incomprehensible series of moans and groans. Large amounts of precum leaked from the coach’s cock onto his huge thigh. He was so close to cumming until Wilbur gripped the coach’s cock and pressed the gland at the wait place, keeping the coach from cumming.
“Are you going to help me enslave pretty boy Chad,” Wilbur smirked.
Tears ran down the Coach’s face, he was so desperate to cum, “yes, anything just let me cum.”
With a smile, Wilbur let go of the coach’s cock.
“Fffuck,” the coach cried out as his cock erupted. Jets of cum shot from his cock on to his leg and stomach.
“That a good coachie,” Wilbur grunted and followed, cumming deep inside the coach.
2022-09-24 01:25:21 +0000 UTC
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Wilbur could hear the loud cocky jocks before he could see them. He turned and saw the crowds of students parting as Chad and Drew came down the hall. People were high fiving them for winning the first game of the college football season. Both tall, sexy jocks had their right arm draped over their cheerleading girlfriends shoulders. Wilbur thought they both look so sexy with their cocky attitudes and hard muscular bodies. As they passed him, he knew they noticed him. Chad, the blonde adonis quarterback and track star, looked out the corner of his eyes toward Wilbur as they passed. Both jocks stopped by their girlfriends' next class and gave them a long kiss goodbye. Wilbur smirked at the two over masculine jocks. He knew the kissing of their girlfriends in public was for his benefit. As both jocks kissed their girlfriends, looked over the girls’ petite shoulders toward the skinny nerd.
Wilbur began to wonder what explanation Chad and Drew gave to their girlfriends for the period they were absent during the party Saturday night. The pool party was in their honor for Chad making the throw and Drew catching it for the winning touchdown. However, while the football team and a hundred college students were partying by the pool of Chad’s parents' large mansion, the quarterback and the star tight-end were nowhere to be found.
Instead they were both on Chad’s bed between Wilbur’s spread legs, sharing and taking turns sucking on Wilbur’s thick, long cock. Both football players were still in their skin tight white football pants from the big game, as Wilbur smirked down at the two normally douchebag jocks. He gripped their hair and guided them on and off his cock. Their pouty lips were even touching as Wilbur ran his cock between both of their mouths and they both tried to wrap their lips around his cock.
Wilbur awakened from his day dream with a hardon and headed toward the nearest bathroom to take care of it. He wanted to go into the nearest stall and jerk off over the events of the weekend, but he had just opened the stall door when the outer bathroom door opened and blonde adonis Chad walked in. Wilbur barely had a chance to react as Chad rushed him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and lifting the little nerd off the floor and against the stall wall.
“I don’t know what you did to me or Drew this weekend,” Chad’s voice was deep and masculine, causing Wilbur’s hard on to grow. “But It felt so good,” Chad groaned and pulled the nerd into a kiss.
Wilbur gripped the back of Chad’s head as the two made out. He loved the raw power of the quarterback as they kissed. Chad pulled away and let Wilbur down on his feet.
Wilbur looked up at the taller jock and smiled, “take off your clothes. I want to fuck you right here.”
Chad hesitated for only a few seconds before he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his hard, ripped torso. The quarterback was smooth, with a chisel cobblestone 8 pack and huge pecs with large brown nipples. Chad hurried and kicked off his shoes and undid his belt before pulling his jeans down. Wilbur smiled. Chad wore only a jockstrap just as Wilbur had instructed.
“Turn around,” the skinny nerd ordered the school’s alpha jock.
Visibly shaking, Chad turned around and gripped the top of the bathroom stall. Chad then pushed out his beautiful blond ass toward Wilbur, wanting so bad to feel the nerd’s huge cock inside him.
Wilbur moved closer as he undid his own pants. The jockstrap perfectly framed the flawless ass cheeks that flared out from the jock’s narrow waist.
“Please, please fuck me,” the straight jock moaned.
Wilbur pulled out his hard cock and stroked it before stepping close to the tall jock. Gripping the lean, tight waist, he pulled Chad toward him while pushing forward. Chad pressed his head against the metal stall divider and gripped it tight. He bit his lower lip to keep from crying out as he felt the thick, long cock push into his hole.
“That a good jock boy,” Wilbur whispered into Chad’s ear while easing out and thrusting back in.
Chad could only yet out a low moan in response. It felt so good getting stretched open by the nerd’s huge cock. Before he met Wilbur, he never knew how good it felt to get fucked up the ass. Wilbur had told him that his body was built to be fucked hard and had repletedly put it to the test. Chad gripped the metal divider tighter, threatening to pull it off, as he threw back his head and groaned. The nerd’s cock pounded his prostate over and over. The big muscle jock couldn’t take it for long. Chad removed his right hand from the top of the stall wall just long enough to pull his cock out from the side of the jock pouch. He then tightened his ass muscles around Wilbur’s cock and shot his load onto the wall. The cum slid down the wall in thick globs. As he came, his ass muscles spasmed around Wilbur’s cock milking the nerd. Wilbur quickly followed, cumming deep inside the quarterback’s jockpussy. When Wilbur pulled out of him, Chad pulled up his pants and turned around.
“I have to go to class,” Chad nervously spoke and pulled the stall door open before almost running out, pulling on his clothes as he went.
Wilbur laughed as he took his time pulling up his pants and walking out of the stall. He stopped by the sink to wash his hands. However, when he opened the main door, Drew was blocking his way. The sexy, Latino jock towered over Wilbur. He wasn’t as tall as Chad but he made up for it in muscle size.
“We need to talk,” Drew’s voice was deep and sexy.
Wilbur stepped back into the restroom but smiled. Drew stepped forward and then locked the bathroom door behind him. However, Wilbur wasn’t afraid and opened his pants once more. Drew looked down at the nerd’s cock. Wilbur was already rock hard again. He knew Wilbur had just fucked his buddy’s ass and he wanted to taste it so badly.
“Get on your knees,” the nerd ordered.
The nerd’s voice sent a chill down the tight-end’s spine, straight to his cock. Drew then found himself kneeling before Wilbur and opening his mouth. As the cock pushed between his sexy full lips, Drew could taste Wilbur’s cum and Chad’s ass on the cock. He soon took the large cock all the way down his throat.
“You are a good, natural cocksucker,” Wilbur laughed as he face fucked the straight jock.
Drew had no gag reflex as his head bobbed up and down on it. His own cock was hard and begging to be released from his jeans and jockstrap. Drew looked up with his dark eyes at the nerd he once bullied, looking for approval as he worked his lips, tongue and tight throat over the huge cock.
“You want to be my sexy girlfriend,” Wilbur ruffled Drew’s short black hair. “Dress you in your girlfriend's cheerleading dress, and parade you around?”
Drew let out a muffled groan, causing Wilbur to laugh. Wilbur grabbed two fists full of Drew’s hair and pulled the jock all the way down on his cock. Then with a grunt, Drew came deep into his mouth. Drew greedily drank it all, swallowing every bite of the precious cum. As Wilbur’s deflating cock popped from Drew’s mouth, the jock began to lick it clean, making sure he got all the cum. Wilbur smiled down at the once tough homophobic jock. A line of drool and cum ran from the jock’s mouth down to his firm chin.
(While writing, I’m thinking maybe this story deserves a pre-sequel. Coming soon)
2022-09-22 00:45:56 +0000 UTC
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Logan Paul
Logan Paul wakes in the hotel suite with a massive handover. He lifted his athletic, tight body off the bed and looked around to find himself alone. Logan was laying face down when he woke up, which was unusual for himself. The two hot babes he had picked up, or more like they picked him up, after his appearance on WWE, were gone. He tried to remember the night, but surprisingly he didn’t remember much about the night after he took the two women back to his hotel suite. Logan lifted his body off the bed and groaned. His ass was hurting and felt like he been fucked by a railroad train. In fact his entire body was aching. It was then he regained some of his senses and felt the heaviness on his cock. Logan looked down in horror to find his impressive, proud cock inside some weird looking device. He immediately tried to pull at it to no avail. The steel device was firmly secured around his cock and the harder he tried to free himself the more discomfort he was experiencing. Suddenly his cellphone rang. Logan grabbed it but as soon as he heard the familiar voice on the other side of the line his mind went blank and his sexy green eyes glazed over.
“Yes, sir. I’m your bitch boy. Yes, master,” his voice was emotionlessly.
However, as he listened to his instructions, his cock was trying to strain against the cage causing him more discomfort and even pain. When the call ended, Logan walked nakedly into the suite’s bathroom and stood by the mirror. Taking his phone he began to take selfies of his locked cock. Logan then scolded through the phone at the photos and videos from the previous night. He showed no emotion as the women he thought he had left the nightclub with were actually four men. Their were pictures and videos of him getting his cock locked up, of him making out with guys, sucking their cocks and even showing him getting fucked by end man. After reviewing each humiliating picture and video, Logan opened his various social media accounts. First he posted the selfie, with the capture, “I’m finally coming out. No more pussy except my own.” He then began to post the other humiliating pics and videos. His final post was “it feels so good to no longer lie.”
Logan then dressed and left the suite. As he walked down the street, he phone started to go off with alerts for text messages and comments on his social media feeds. He ignored them all, even those from his brother.
Gabriel, his favorite hair stylist, was surprised to see Logan coming into the shop with no appointments and especially after the news of the so called leaked photos and videos of him having anal sex with other men. Gabriel had dreamed of the moment that Logan and or Jake would come out. He only wished it was actually real and not some doctored photos or some publicity stunt, which the Paul brothers were famous for.
“Logan, what brought you in today,” the gay hairstylist asked.
Gabriel’s eyes widened and mouth dropped open as Logan pulled down his shorts and exposed his naked legs and cage cock.
“Can you shave it all off,” Logan asked with a dumb look in his handsome rugged face.
Gabriel was speechless at first, “uh, oh. Shave it off?”
“Yeah, my body hair. I need everything from the neck down shaved off,” Logan then pulled off his shirt, standing naked in the middle of the salon.
It became quite the scene as two older female clients had gotten a full view of Logan’s perfectly shaped ass.
“Yeah, Uh, have a seat,” Gabriel quickly threw a cloth robe over Logan’s naked body and led him to a curtain-off area reserved for his VIP clients.
Gabriel sat Logan in the chair and pulled the curtain closed. He grabbed his electric razor and knelt down beside the sexy star. Logan offered no resistance as Gabriel lifted his right leg onto the table beside his station and began to shave off Logan’s leg hair.
The television was on one of the popular tv tabloid shows and the announcer was reporting on the latest celebrity gossip.
“Controversial social media star and fighter, Logan Paul has done it again. In a tweet and Instagram post Logan had came out as gay and even posted some rather racy photos and videos of himself in various sex acts with other men. Logan’s brother, Jake Paul, and Logan’s agents have no comment at the time.”
The report on television seemed to have no effect on Logan as he watched Gabriel shave his legs. Gabriel moved the robe as he shaved up the muscular thigh to the steel cockcage. As he worked, he would occasionally stop and inspect his work.
“You have beautiful legs, Logan,” Gabriel boldly uttered as he caressed the now hairless thighs.
Gabriel gently traced the thick vein of Logan’s inner thigh.
“Thank you,” Logan let out a low moan as his cock was pressing against the cage.
Gabriel was enjoying the new submissive Logan. He knew that Logan and his brother Jake had looked down on him for being gay and often teased him with their flirting and sexy body. They tease and then laugh behind his back. Gabriel continued shaving, removing all traces of Logan’s pubic hair, leaving the crotch area around the cage smooth. Logan groaned in agony with his cock pressing against the cage. His muscular legs were spread with the robe yucked up. With a smirk on his face, Gabriel gripped Logan’s huffy balls. He rolled them in his hands, squeezing them, causing the arrogant social influencer to moan in ecstasy and agony. Gabriel then shaved the large balls, before lifting Logan’s legs into the air. Logan obediently gripped his now smooth calves, keeping his legs up and spread, while Gabriel ran the razor over the stud’s hole. Dry cum was still crusted around Logan’s hole
“Well, well, honey, it looks like the pictures and videos weren't doctored after all,” Gabriel laughed.
Gabriel put down the razor and ran a finger over Logan’s whole. Logan once again groaned as his manpussy was teased and probed.
“Please,” Logan moaned.
Hearing the normally arrogant, straight himbo moaning and groaning was such a turn on for the gay hairstylist. Logan’s pink hole was so tempting, that Gabriel stood up and ripped open his own jeans, pulling out his hard throbbing cock. Logan’s eyes widen in lust and fear as he saw the gay man’s large hard cock. Gabriel grabbed some lotion from his table and squeezed a generous amount on his cock. Once his cock was lubed, Gabriel gripped Logan’s ankles and pushed into the once cocky stud. Logan grunted hard as he was penetrated. Gabriel was in pure heaven as he thrust in and out of the star he had been lusting over for years, near and far. As for Logan, even with the discomfort of the cockcage, he was so turned on being used and dominated. He wanted to cum so much but because of the cage he was unable too. Gabriel made one last, powerful thrust and came deep inside Logan’s used man pussy.
“Thank you,” Logan moaned in return as he felt the warm seed filling his insides.
Gabriel triumphantly pulled out of Logan. Logan's eyes had a hungrily look on his handsome face as he saw the cum dripping from Gabriel’s cock. Without any warning, Logan slid out of the chair and onto his knees before the cock that just fucked his ass. Gabriel’s expression went from a look of shock to a mischievous smirk, as the once arrogant stud opened his mouth and started to lick his cock clean. Logan looked up at the feminine man he used to pretend to like and made fun of him behind his back. His beautiful green eyes were looking for approval as he took as much of the cock into his mouth as he could. Gabriel already started to grow hard again, as gripped Logan’s golden curls and started to fuck the handsome face. Logan was soon gagging and moaning over the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat over and over. It didn’t take the stylish long to cum once again. This time, he pulled out of Logan’s mouth and sprayed his load over the social media star’s face. The great Logan Paul looked so sexy with cum running down his face, into his rugged beard.
Logan left the hair salon after Gabriel finished shaving his body and giving him a fresh haircut. Gabriel purposely didn’t wipe his cum from Logan’s face and tried to hold back laughter as the douchebag stud walked out of the shop with cum in his trimmed beard and fresh cum leaking from his ass and soaking through his shorts.
Logan didn’t have a care in the world as he walked to his agent’s office a few blocks from Gabriel’s salon. He heard the laughter as people passed him on the street but paid them no attention. When Logan arrived at the office, the receptionist who he always tried to flirt with and get into bed with, smirked at him and sent him right into the agent’s office. She could barely contain her laughter as she noticed the large wet spot on the back of his shorts.
“About time you got here,” the agent yelled as Logan closed the door behind him.
Logan showed no emotion as he saw his heavyweight agent sitting on the edge of his desk with his cock sticking out of his suit pants. On his knees before the large man was Logan’s brother Jake. Jake was naked as his head bobbed up and down on the agent’s thick cock, showing no acknowledgement of his brother’s presence.
“Strip and get on your knees, join your brother over here,” the agent puffed on his cigar, blowing the smoke into Jake’s face.
“Yes, master,” Logan replied as he stripped naked and crawled on his hands and knees over beside his brother.
The two arrogant social media stars were soon sharing and taking turns sucking their master’s cock. The agent had realized that he could make a lot of money by pimping out those two himbo douchebags to rich men. Their sexy bodies and dumb minds were easily moldable into the perfect celebrity fuck toys.
2022-09-20 20:21:54 +0000 UTC
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Honeymoon
Kevin and Lisa were both inspiring social media stars and personal trainers, each fit, athletic, and beautiful. They had met at the gym and they both felt lust for each other’s bodies from the beginning. Kevin had already won numerous competitions and was a catch for any woman, being dark haired, 6’4, 285lbs of smooth, ripped flawless muscles. They made the perfect couple with Lisa’s long blonde, short, muscular body and big firm breast. They honeymooned at an overpriced, dreamy resort. Kevin was planning on sending the four nights in their honeymoon suite, fucking his bride. However, the sociable Lisa talked Kevin into having dinner with an older couple. Janet and David were in their fifties and had been married for 30 years. They were both fit and attractive for their age. Janet and Lisa immediately hit it off, but Kevin instantly didn’t like David. He could tell the older man was dominant and considering himself an alpha as well, the younger man felt threatened by it. Kevin felt that David was sizing him up. As for Lisa, she felt as if they were like role models for the younger couple as Janet and David seemed like a happy couple. The two couples ate, drank and laughed late into the night. At midnight, David suggested that they go and change into swimsuits and out to the resort’s hot tub. Kevin didn’t want to and wanted to go back to their suite to enjoy his new bride, but Lisa begged him to go to the hot tub. As always she won out, they changed into their swimsuits and later joined the older couple.
Kevin felt David’s eyes on his huge bare chest and large brown nipples.
“Damn, you have some huge muscles,” David's eyes took in the younger man’s huge muscular build.
“Kevin had won several bodybuilding competitions,” Lisa chimed in proudly.
“I bet he blew the competition away,” David continued to check out Kevin.
Kevin, for the first time in a long time, felt self-conscious. While Kevin wore a conservative blue pair of trunks, David wore a pair of black speedo, that proudly displayed a huge bulge. Kevin tried not to stare but it was hard too. He didn’t know why he kept looking, he wasn’t gay. Unfortunately, David caught him several times looking, and smiled at Kevin, causing the younger man to turn red in embarrassment. Janet and David brought a bottle of champagne and the two couples began to share it.
“Why don’t we go skinny dipping in the hot tub,” David laughed
“David, behave yourself,” Janet laughed. “Don’t scared the kids.”
“They are not scared, are you Kevin,” David smiled at Kevin?
It was almost a dare that David gave to the younger couple to get into the tub with them naked. Kevin was at first hesitant about taking off his shorts but the edging on by the older David challenged his ego.
“Come on, a stud like you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. Do you?” David laughed as he pulled off his speedo and revealed a thick soft cock.
Kevin tried to avert his eyes from the older man’s impressive manhood. He had to admit that the older man had a few inches on him.
“Come on babe, it will be fun,” Lisa laughed as she peeled off her swimsuit, exposing her firm large breast.
“Maybe the poor guy is shy,” David laughed.
Kevin didn’t like David at all, and wasn’t about to give the older man the satisfaction of thinking he was too prudish. Kevin hooked his thumbs into his swim trunks and pulled them down. David whistled as Kevin got into the hot tube. They were soon all four drinking the expensive champagne and enjoying the hot water. Kevin and David sit on one side while Lisa and Janet sit across from them. It was arousing with all four of them being naked and carefree. Then to Kevin’s surprise, Janet reached over and started kissing Lisa. The younger woman didn’t object as she closed her eyes and returned the kiss. Kevin continued to stare as the two women began to grope each other's breasts. He never realized his wife was so kinky and experimental. Kevin was so turned on by watching them that at first he didn’t even notice David moving closer to him and pressing their legs together under the bubbling water.
David put his arm around Kevin’s broad shoulders, “that’s very hot, isn’t it?”
Kevin nodded as he continued to watch. His cock was so hard. David then started to lean in to kiss Kevin.
Kevin quickly pulled away and pushed David from him, “I’m not into that.”
The two women pulled away and Lisa looked at him, “have fun babe. Live a little, try new things.”
Janet then gently took Lisa by the delicate chin and guided her back into a kiss. Kevin took another large drink of his wine. A few minutes later, David again moved his right arm behind Kevin. This time Kevin didn’t protest, he just took another drink and stared at the two women. David then reached his left hand across himself under the water and wrapped his fist around Kevin’s cock. Kevin’s cock was so hard and he found the strong grip began to move up and down his shaft feeling so good. Kevin turned his head to face the older man and opened his mouth. He wanted to protest, tell the older man no, instead David leaned closer and kissed the straight, muscular younger man. This time Kevin didn’t pull away. He let the tongue into his mouth and soon was returning the kiss. As their tongue wrestled, Kevin moaned into the other man’s mouth. David moved his hand from Kevin’s shoulders and began to tease and stroke Kevin’s large nipples. Kevin was never so turned on and aroused as he was at that moment. He never realized how sexual and arousing kissing another man could be. Kevin closed his eyes and enjoy the feel and taste of the other man. He was so absorbed in making out with David, that he didn’t notice Janet leading Lisa out of the hot tube, leaving the two men alone.
Finally, David pulled away from the kiss, leaving Kevin confused and flushed. The older man then stood up from the hot bubbling water. His massive hard cock was exposed and inches from Kevin’s face. Kevin looked up at the older man as David reached down and lifted him up on his feet. The heat of the tub, the large amount of drink he consumed, and the intense arousal made his powerful, long legs feel wobbly. David took one of Kevin’s arms by large, pumped biceps and turned the taller, younger man around. Kevin instinctively gripped the edge of the hot tub and leaned forward. His smooth, muscular ass facing David. Each ass cheek was large and perfectly sculpted. David’s large hands then spread them and let the bubbling water lap at Kevin’s hole, causing Kevin to moan in pleasure.
David then knelt down behind Kevin and before Kevin knew what happening, David leaned in and flicked his tongue over the clean, tight hole.
“Oh, Fffuck,” it felt so good as the older man began to rim him.
David’s tongue moved in and out, licking and flicking the manhole open. Kevin always loved it when a woman eat out his ass, but the sensation of having another man doing it was unbelievable. David’s rugged shadow of a beard felt amazing against the sensitive skin between his glutes. While David rimmed, he squeezed, kneaded and slapped the smooth, muscular cheeks.
“Please,” was all that Kevin said as he lean further over.
David pulled his face out from between the magnificent cheeks and gave them open last slap before standing up. Kevin looked over his huge shoulders as David pressed his thick cock head against the wet, sloppy hole.
David whispered, “just relax, babe,”
He then grabbed Kevin’s huge shoulders and with a grunt pushed hard into Kevin’s tiny hole. Kevin let out a low, long groan as the cock stretched him open. His gripped tightened on the edge of the tub as the even thicker shaft moved deeper run to him, stretching him over. Kevin wanted to cry out. His cock was throbbing. Never in his life would he thought he would let another man fuck him. As his tight hole grew use to the thickness and being ripped open, and his virgin prostate getting pounded for the first time, the pain faded and it was replaced by pure pleasure. Kevin through his head back and his eyes rolled back into his head as he let out an intense loud moan. It felt so fucking good. David eased out of him and slammed back in to his newly christened man pussy. He was using the huge shoulders as leverage as he pounded in and out of Kevin’s hole. All thoughts of Lisa and his straight life faded from the muscle stud’s mind as the animalistic lust took over. Kevin pushed his powerful hips back toward each thrust David was delivering. He began to flex his incredible, well developed ass muscles around the older man’s cock. David gripped Kevin’s hair and whispered into his ear. The
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you and Lisa anytime I want, make both of you my bitches. You would like that, don't you, boy?”
“Fffuck, yes, sir,” Kevin moaned.
“She needs a real man, just like you do,” David rammed harder in and out of the muscular ass.
“Yes, master, Fffuck,” Kevin cried out.
The very thought of David fucking and using both him and Lisa sent the muscle stud over the edge. Kevin came hard in the hot tub. His powerful ass muscles spasmed around the thick cock and began to milk David’s cock.
“Good boy,” David smiled and thrusted one last time deep into Kevin before seeding the younger man.
The next morning, Kevin and Lisa were kneeling with collars attached to leashes around their necks. The sexy younger couple looked up obediently at their new masters as Janet and David smiled approvingly down at them. Kevin’s once proud cock was locked up in a cockcage in which David wore the key on a chain around his neck. Janet had thoroughly shaved off all of the younger man’s body hair, leaving him smooth. David didn’t have much use for Lisa except as a gift to please his wife. Kevin however was his true prize as he stroked the younger man’s soft hair. In return Kevin looked up in blissful devotion at the man that broke him.
2022-09-19 16:24:44 +0000 UTC
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The pick up
Malcolm was standing by the bar in the nightclub ordering drinks for himself and the sexy brunette he was trying to pick up, when a short, middle aged man came up beside him. The 6’4 muscular younger man tried to ignore the man who was obviously staring at him. When the bartender bought him the drinks, the shirtless bartender told him that the drinks were already paid for, and nodded toward the older man. Malcolm shot the stranger an unapproving look but accepted the drinks anyway. When Malcolm picked up the drinks and was about to turn, the man caressed his bare thick, veiny forearm.
“You can do better than that slut,” the older man said as he looked Malcolm up and down.
“Get your fucking hands off me, faggot! I’m not into dudes,” Malcolm was furious. He wanted to punch the man, but he held his tempter.
When he told the woman he was trying to pick up what happened, she laughed, “I don’t blame him. At least he has taste.”
Malcolm found himself laughing. She was right, he thought. He couldn’t even remember her name. Malcolm know he looks fucking hot. His black Father and Son black sateen pants hugged his powerful legs and well developed ass, while the Tailor Athletic black t-shirt was stretched over his massive chest and boulder size shoulders, and the short sleeves were tight around his 20” arms. Malcolm looked back and saw the man still at the bar, staring at him. He tried to ignore the man again, but he was drawn to look back toward him and everytime he did so the man was still watching. The older man stood out like a sore thumb among the younger fit college crowd, with his dark business suit and grey balding head and soft body. Even as the brunette was rubbing his huge arms and large pecs and they began to kiss, Malcolm found himself looking sideways at the stranger.
The next morning, Malcolm woke up to something thick poking his ass. When he opened his eyes he found another man’s hairy arm draped over his muscular torso as he was being spooned from behind. The man’s arm was smaller than his own but he was holding Malcolm tight against his smaller and softer body. Malcolm felt the pressure against his hole as the stranger’s cock eased slowly in and out of him. The straight, younger man should felt anger at awaking to find himself getting fucked by another man. Instead, Malcolm felt so relaxed and good. The man’s tight embrace felt so comforting and the thickness of the man’s cock pressing against his prostate felt like pure pleasure. Malcolm’s cock was rock hard as he found himself pushing his hips backwards, impaling himself on the thick cock.
Malcolm had no idea where he was or how he got there but he had no care or concern. It was obvious from the mess on the sheets and his chisel cobblestone abs and massive thighs, that the stranger had fucked him several times during the night and Malcolm had multiple orgasms. The stranger began to kiss and nibble on his thick neck while picking up his pace in fucking Malcolm’s ass. Malcolm leaned his head back against the older man’s smaller shoulders and groaned. The thick cock felt so good as it slammed in and out of him.
“You are so beautiful,” the man whispered as he thrusted in and out of Malcolm’s hole. “You are built to take it hard. You love getting that sexy body fucked and used by another man?”
“Fffuck, yeah. I love it,” Malcolm grunted.
“So sexy and smooth, perfect sculpted muscles,” the man wrapped his arms tighter around Malcolm’s chisel body, feeling up the smooth large pecs and down to the sculpted abs and deep v cut that led to the muscle stud’s proud cock.
“Yes,” Malcolm breathed harder.
The man’s right hand then reached Malcolm’s hard, throbbing cock and wrapped a fist around it. It only took a couple of tugs on it before the tough, straight stud started whimpering. With no control on his body anymore, Malcolm started to cum again. The cum landed on the thin, satin sheets and ran down the stranger’s hand. As he came, he tightened his ass muscles around the man’s cock and began to milk it. The stranger in return let out a deep groan and buried his head into Malcolm’s shoulders as he once again came deep inside the muscular younger man’s hole. Malcolm fell back to sleep in the older man’s arms.
Malcolm awoke again an hour later. The man still had his arms wrapped around his torso as he lightly snored against Malcolm’s wide back. Carefully, so as to not to disturb the stranger, Malcolm eased the man’s arms off his chest and quietly got out of the bed. As he stood on his long legs, Malcolm noticed his clothes were laying on the floor from the bedroom door to the bed, with his white CK briefs laying just by the bed. The briefs were ripped as if they were pulled off in a struggle or in the heat of passion. A part of Malcolm’s mind was screaming at him to get out of there, to run, however, something else inside him told him to stay. Malcolm groaned as he took a step toward the bathroom. His large, strong muscles were sore as if he had been run over by a truck. Then he felt the wettest leaking from his ass and instantly knew it was the man’s cum leaking from his ruined hole. He didn’t bother putting on any clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. When he stood by the sink, he just stared at his reflection in the mirror. His chisel abs were coated with his own dry cum. His proud cock was laying deflated and covered in cum between his thick, smooth thighs. He knew he had came so many times last night. The most he ever came in one night in his entire life. As he remembered the endless fucking, his cock started to stir once again, making him feel humiliated that he was getting aroused by remembering getting fucked like a gay slut. He grabbed a towel to wipe off the cum on his abs and then wrapped it around him to hide his aroused cock. Malcolm then looked at himself in the mirror again. The same handsome face, the chisel jawline, green piercing eyes, rugged god-like features stared back at him.
Does he look different? Could anyone tell that he been fucked like a bitch? Was he still the macho lady’s man that fucked a different woman every week? His mind raced.
Why was he still in some stranger’s bedroom? Why wasn’t he running away? Did he enjoy it? No way the man could had made him cum so much, if he didn’t enjoyed getting fucked like a slut.
The confident, arrogant jock was confused. He no longer knew who he was.
“Morning, babe,” the man came up behind.
“Morning,” Malcolm whispered and lowered his eyes.
He felt humiliated and submissive for the first time in his adult life. The towel hung low on his narrow waist, revealing the top half of his perfect muscular ass. The stranger once again pressed his cock against the exquisite bubble ass. The older man reached around and undid Malcolm’s towel. Malcolm didn’t move as the towel fell to his feet, exposing his raging hard on. He continued to stare into the mirror watching the stranger’s reflection as the man wrapped his hands around Malcolm’s torso. Malcolm looked like a statue of a Greek or Roman god standing there. His body was smooth and sculpted like a work of art, while the older man’s hands explored and worshiped his body. However, he knew the man didn’t consider him a god to worship but an object to possess and cherish. With a hand on Malcolm’s shredded back, a gentle push from the stranger instructed Malcolm to lean forward. The once cocky stud obediently leaned slightly forward and gripped the bathroom sink. Malcolm was breathing heavier as the stranger grabbed his masculine waist and aimed his cock between the smooth, muscular ass cheeks. His anal muscles relaxed on their own as the cock eased into him. Once back inside Malcolm, the stranger grabbed Malcolm’s huge shoulders and rammed in and out of him. Malcolm hated and loved it at the same time. His eyes rolled into his head as he felt the cock pound his prostate over and over. Malcolm realized at that moment there was no turning back. He now belongs to the man. He nothing but a fuck toy for men, like the stranger, to use and fuck.
2022-09-16 01:02:54 +0000 UTC
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Winning through Obedience
The guys on the wrestling team were practicing moves and holds in the gym like every day, while the coaching staff was in the head coach’s office, talking to one of the professors. With the coaches’ absence the boys felt encouraged to joke around. However, Coach Hoffman finally emerged from his office, followed by another man. Coach had a weird look in his eyes as the stranger had an arm over the coach’s muscular shoulder. Coach Hoffman was the youngest coach in state history and his fit, wrestling build definitely shows through his khakis pants and tight fitting polo shirt. Many guys on the team noticed that Coach’s normally pressed and impeccable shirt and pants were in disarray.
“Guy, take a water break and gather around,” Hoffman called out.
The wrestlers stopped practicing and noticed the two assistant coaches were wheeling out water coolers from Hoffman’s office. Each jock, thirsty from their practice, filled up the cups and drank down the cold water. The boys were so dehydrated that some had two or three cups of the refreshing water, before they gathered around the mat, some kneeling and sitting on the floor while others remained standing.
“Gentlemen, listen up. As a team, we haven’t been overly successful this season. We all need to remain focused on winning and block out outside interference. So, Mast, I mean Professor Stone graciously volunteered to provide us some tips to help us all be better athletes and winners mentally,” coach stepped aside.
The older well dressed man in his fifties took the coach’s place, “thank you, Michael. Gentlemen, I want to show you a short video to introduce a series of relaxation and focusing techniques that have been proven for winning athletes. First as athletes I know you know the importance of staying hydrated. While the assistant coaches set up the monitor, Coach Hoffman is going to give each of you more water to drink.”
The wrestlers already seemed bored as they waited for the coach to hand out the water and the assistant coaches to get everything setup. After everything was set up and ready, Stone singled the lights to be turned off and the program to get started. The monitor on the television came on and a bright flashing pattern of spirals began. The wrestlers remained docile as they watched the monitor flash in their eyes. Even as images of hot jocks, like themselves, flash before them, naked and getting fucked, the wrestlers remained focus on the screen. As wrestlers were getting fucked by older men on the screen, words repleatedly flash before them. They were so fast that the conscious mind couldn’t read them, however the messages penetrated their subconscious.
“Winning is pleasurable”
“Obedience is pleasure”
“Obeying is pleasure”
“Getting fucked is pleasurable”
“Winning is pleasurable”
“Obedience is pleasure”
“Obeying is pleasure”
“Getting fucked is pleasurable”
“You get fucked when you win”
“You win when you obey”
“It good to win”
“It good to obey”
“It pleasurable to get fucked by other men”
Over and over the jocks’ minds were bombarded with images and commands. Stone was pleased as he saw several of the wrestlers starting to drool and openly squeezing and groping their hard cocks.
“It pleasurable to cum”
“You can only cum when you get fucked by another man”
“You get fucked when you win”
“You win when you obey”
Stone stepped up to the mic and spoke, “take off your shorts and underwear and jack off as you watch the video. You will study the different techniques of pleasuring other men. However, despite how hornying you are and how hard you try you will not cum. You can only cum when you are giving permission too. understand?”
In unison the wrestlers responded, “yes master.”
The horny wrestlers quickly took off their clothes and wrapped their hands around their throbbing cocks. The sounds of their moans mixed with the moans on the screen as they continued watched jocks like themselves sucking cocks and getting fucked by older men. Stone freely moved among the naked, beautiful jocks openly inspecting them. Although wrestling were almost every gay men fantasy sport, most wrestlers were very homophobic. However, not a single one of them was immune to the Doctor’s drug and mind altering programming. Each jock’s cock were rock hard and throbbing as they were moaning and watching intensely at the action on the monitor.
Stone moved behind Owen, the tall blonde at the end of the roll of wrestlers still standing. He was one of the heavy weights but his body was muscle packed and shredded. Owen had dreamed on going to the navy academy and wrestling there, but he was too dumb to get accepted there. The muscle jock’s legs were wobbly as he feverishly jerked off his 5” cock. Stone moved behind Owen and placed his hand on the incredible bubble ass. It was round and tight, appearing like a shelf as it pushed out from the narrow waist and lean lower back. Stone’s hand moved down the fat yet firm glutes, causing the straight stud to moan even louder. The older man smirked as he spread the powerful ass cheeks and revealed the wrestler’s tight virgin hole. At first Stone stroked the tight hole, teasing it, causing it to flex and wink. Then Stone pushed a finger into the virgin jock pussy, causing Owen to grunt and rise up on his bare toes. The wrestler continued to watch the video and feverishly pump his cock while his insides were being stroked. Stone then squeezed in a second finger, stretching the jock open. Owen’s cock was leaking on the mat but he still wasn’t able to cum. Stone was taking his time enjoying his new play thing. He reached his free hand around Owen’s chisel torso and groped the large, smooth pecs. Owen’s sweaty back leaned against the Professor.
Stone then leaned in and whispered into the taller, younger man’s left ear, gently biting the earlobes as he uttered the words that Owen needed to hear so badly. “Cum for me now. As you cum, you will become completely devoted and submissive to me. Your straight life will be gone and you will be my slave. Understand?”
“Fffuck, yes, fuuck yes, master,” Owen cried out. His powerful legs buckled and almost collapsed into the older man as his cock erupted. He cum arched through the air landing on the mat and on the hair and back of his teammate sitting in front of him.
“Good boy, you can go into the shower and clean up. After you shower, you are going to call your girlfriend and break up with her. Wrestlers can no longer date during wrestling season,” Stone instructed.
“Yes, master,” Owen responded before Coach Hoffman escorted him out of the practice room.
Stone then moved to the next wrestler, a hot Italian stud named Anthony. The older man pressed his crotch against the compact ass as he reached around and wrapped a fist around the boy’s hard cock. He licked Anthony’s ear before instructing and allowing the small jock boy to cum. In the most intense orgasm the short wrestler ever had, Anthony came over and over. It was like he was shooting out his old straight life and free will.
One by one Stone explored and inspected each boy. Groping and fondling them before allowing them to cum.
The next day, practice was normal just like any other day, until Coach announced that they will be practicing in the nude. Hoffman explained that in Ancient Greece athletes always competed in the nude and as athletes they should always try to follow the Greek’s example in all things. The boys showed no emotion at the statement and obediently stripped naked. Once they were all naked, the coach then instructed them to oil each other up and then practice their holds and take down. He further explained that it would train them to find better grips on their opponents slippery bodies. Again the boys obediently obeyed and began to oil each other’s bodies. The wrestlers were so focused on obeying orders and their practicing they didn’t notice Dr. Stone nor the other older men, the doctor invited, surveying the various muscular gods groping and struggling against each other. Each man was eyeing which jock he wanted to choose to fuck. They had paid a large price for the option to break in one of those virgin jock boys.
2022-09-15 01:31:30 +0000 UTC
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Call boy
Tristian walked across the lobby of the Bellagio talking on his phone, “listen I told you I have an important meeting to go to. Why do you want to know with whom? No, you don’t need to know. If you don’t like it, then I recommend you find another boyfriend, babe. Try finding someone better, that puts up with your crap and shell out all the expensive things you like so much. Fine, I'll see you tonight.”
Tristian ended the call with his stripper girlfriend. He didn’t care if she got mad or not. He knew she would have a harder time replacing him with someone as sexy as he was then he would have in replacing her. Tristian was cocky, even arrogant but he, in his mind, deserved to be. The 6’2, 245lbs muscular stud turned a lot of heads from both men and women as he walked through the lobby. His black designer pants hugged his round, muscular ass perfectly and proudly displayed his impressive packed crotch. The silk black button up shirt was half way undone to show off his smooth, muscular chest, while the silk material was stretched over his thick arms. Tristian was stylish from his curly brown hair down to his polished black shoes with no socks.
Tristian looked down at his Apple Watch with its gold wristband and noticed he was right on time. His client doesn’t like to be kept waiting. When this client came to Vegas, Tristian was expected to drop everything. Tristian got into the elevator behind a sexy dark-haired woman. He flashed his sexy green eyes and perfect white teeth causing the elegant dress woman to swoon over him. She looked impressed as he pushed the penthouse level button. Tristian would fuck her in a heartbeat if he had the time. When the woman got off the elevator of her floor she turned and winked back at him, hoping he would follow her. However, the door closed and he continued up to his destination.
Master Stone was impressed as usual when he opened the penthouse door and saw Tristian standing there. The male stripper looked as sexy as ever as Stone gestured the muscular younger man into his expensive hotel suite. Tristian looked unimpressed by the richly decorated penthouse, having seen it many times before. The women Tristian dated knew he was a stripper and a call boy to rich older women. However, none of them knew his richest and most generous client was a man. To women Tristan appeared as all man, straight, an alpha.
Tristian looked down as his phone rang, noticing it was his girlfriend again. He tossed it on the floor. It wasn’t missed by Stone who stepped closer to him.
“You deserve better than some cheap hoe,” Stone said as he started to unbutton Tristian’s dress shirt.
“Yes, sir,” Tristian agreed as he looked down at the older man’s hands.
Tristian just stood there as his shirt was pulled out of his belted pants and peeled over his muscular shoulders. His torso was smooth and shredded, with cobblestone 8pack and heavy pecs with large nipples. The normally confident, incharge stud just stood there as the older man ran his hands down his flawless chest and abs. Tristan found himself hard as Stone felt him up. His cock pressing against his designer underwear and his tailored pants, begging to be free. However instead of freeing the handsome stud’s cock, Stone walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. Tristian just stood there waiting. Stone didn’t bother asking him if he wanted a drink. Tristian wasn’t there for a drink. After getting his drink, Stone sits on the couch in front of Tristian. He took a few slips of it while watching the younger man stand patiently in front of him. Tristan was normally not a patient man, but he knew better than to complain. Finally Stone placed the glass on the coffee table and placed his arms along the top of the couch.
“Take off your clothes,” Stone ordered, his voice firm and demanding.
Tristan instantly kicked off his shoes while unbuckling his leather belt. He kept his eyes on the other man, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, before peeling them down his muscular legs. The yellow designer boxer-briefs hugged to his flawless tanned legs and round bubble ass as he pulled the pants off his legs and neatly folded them. He turned his wide back to the older man as he placed the pants on a nearby chair, giving Stone a side view of his well developed bubble ass. He turned to face the master once again and then hooked his fingers into the side of the boxer-briefs. Tristan then peeled them down his powerful legs. His hard 8” cock popped free.
“Lay across my lap,” Stone ordered, and patted his own thigh.
Tristan didn’t protest at the humiliating request, and remained rock hard as he proceeded to lay across the older man’s lap. His cock hung between Stone’s legs as left leg rested on the couch and his right leg dangled off the couch.
“Beautiful,” Stone whispered as he ran his right hand up Tristan’s broad hamstrings and over his sculpted ass. Tristan’s ass cheeks were large while a deep valley between them. Stone raised his right hand and brought it down on the left ass cheeks. The sound of the hand impacting on the bare ass cheek, echoed through the penthouse. “You've been working out on your ass more since my last visit. Your ass is rounder and firmer,” Stone complimented as he slapped the right cheek, testing its firmness.
“Thank you sir,” Tristan responded, trying not to moan.
He remembered the first time Stone spanked him. Tristan kept protesting that he was straight as he was repeatedly spanked over and over. No one ever spanked him before. He even tried to protest despite shooting his load over the older man’s lap, without even touching himself. At that moment, Tristan was humiliated and broken.
Stone pressed his legs together around Tristan’s cock, while he used his left hand to stroke the younger man’s hair and down the muscle layered back. At the same time, Stone spread Tristan’s ass cheeks, revealing the stud’s smooth, hairless hole. Tristan always shaves and makes sure his hole is thoroughly cleaned when Stone is in town. Stone then pushed a finger into the tight smooth hole causing Tristan to moan and press his head down on the arm of the couch.
“Still nice and tight,” Stone mused as he moved his finger in and out of the stud’s hole, stroking Tristan’s insides.
Tristan gripped the couch’s arm tighter as Stone pushed in a second finger. As Tristan’s insides grew used to the probing fingers, Stone began to spread them, stretching Tristan open. In return the muscular straight stud grinds his cock between the older man’s legs. Tristan was so horny.
However, to Tristan’s disappointment, Stone pulled his fingers from Tristan’s hole and gave another slap to the muscular ass. On signal, Tristan slid down to his knees in front of Stone. He then reached out his hands and undid the older man’s pants to free the thick cock. Tristan looked up at Stone and then wrapped his lips around the cock. Using all the experiences from the various women who gave him blow jobs he tried to pleasure his master. Tristan was taking as much of it down his throat as possible. All that mattered was serving and pleasuring the other man. He soon was coating the cock with drool and saliva.
Stone then pulled the muscular, younger man off his cock and onto his feet. He then led the naked Tristan into the bedroom. Tristan obediently bent over the bed. He lifted one thick, powerful leg onto the bed, spreading his beautiful ass. Tristan gripped his hands to brace himself. Stone then aimed his cock, lubed with Tristan’s drool and saliva at the tight manpussy. Tristan buried his face into his hands and ripped forearms as Stone’s cock slid into his hole. All thought of his girlfriend and all the women that he had fucked faded as the cock slid in and out of him. The cock felt so good as it thrusted in and out of him, harder and deeper each time. Tristan couldn’t hold out and started to cum hard on to bed as the master continued to plow in and out of him.
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