FRAT HOUSE TAKEDOWN PART 2
Brody woke to the feeling of a tongue licking his once tight, virgin ass. His hands were no longer tied to the bed headboard and he was laying on his stomach. Brody let out a groan as he pushed his bubble ass out toward the probing tongue. His cock once again grew hard in the tight confines of the jockstrap. Brody turned his head toward the rimmer to find Josh’s blonde head buried between his muscular legs. Josh lifted his head from between the plump ass cheeks.
“I’m sorry man, I had no choice. I had to help Master John,” Josh’s blue eyes truly showed remorse as he kneaded and squeezed the thick cord of muscles in Brody’s ass cheeks.
“How does he do this to us? Oh, uh,” Brody moaned as Josh returned to flicking his tongue in and out of his friend’s bred hole.
Josh pulled his face back out from the ass, “He said he had made some kind of cream that gave him control of other men. He rubbed it on his hands and when he touched another guy their skin absorbed it. I’m not sure how it works, he used a lot of complicated terminology.”
Josh was never very bright but when you look like an Angel and an adonis you don’t have to be smart. Brody gripped the sheets when Josh continued to lick and tongue fuck his hole. Josh was trying to lick every drop of John’s cum out of his friend’s newly christained manpussy. Josh was naked as he laid between Alex’s muscular, spread legs.
“Mmm. Where is he now,” Brody groaned.
Josh pulled out of Brody’s hole again, “downstairs. He wants Alex.” Josh licked down the area between Brody’s hole and his balls, licking the dry cum that had leaked out of Brody’s ruined hole earlier.
The party was winding down. Most of the guests were slowly drifting out of the frat, leaving a few stragglers and passed out guests and frat brothers remaining, John was literally stepping over passed out frat brothers as he made his way through the house. He stepped out onto the back outdoor patio where the frat had set up a pool table. Alex, the frat’s president, was shooting pool by himself. His previous pool buddy had abandoned him to hook up with a big breasted blonde co-Ed. The shirtless stud wasn’t making very many pockets, he was too high and wasted to make many shots. For the most part, he was just trying to get the cool night air to sober up. Watching the muscular blond frat president bend over the pool table to line up his shot, John pulled out a small bottle of lotion from his pocket and squeezed a generous amount onto his hands. As he rubbed the special lotion into his hands, he stood back and admired the frat president’s smooth lower back. His well formed, tight ass stretched the black and white shorts as he tried to focus on the pool cue and the white ball. Alex was about to make his shot when John came up behind him and gently touched his bare lower back.
“What the . . . Fuck,” Alex yelled as he missed his intended shot and sent the white ball flying off the table and across the brick patio.
Alex wanted to turn and punch the dark hair nerd but he suddenly felt the surge running up his spine and through his body. He found himself leaning forward as he dropped the pool cue on the table and gripped the edges with his fist.
“Fffuck,” Alex moaned.
“Relax, baby,” John whispered into the taller frat jock’s left ear.
Alex let out a deep moan as his cock hardened in his shorts.
“It feels so good to submit and obey me. The more I touch you and the more you obey the more submissive you become. The more submissive you become the more aroused and blissful you are” John wrapped his skinny arms around Alex’s waits and gripped his hard, full crotch.
John’s own crotch pressed against Alex’s firm, round ass.
“Yyyess, sir,” Alex moaned as he felt the smaller nerd’s breath on his thick neck.
“Good, take off your shorts,” John licked Alex’s earlobe.
“Yess, master,” Alex moaned as he pulled down his shorts.
The leg holes of Alex’s black boxer briefs were stretched over his thick thighs. Each thigh was as wide around as John’s waist. Placing his hand on the middle of Alex’s wide, ripped back, John pushed the muscular frat president face down on the pool table. The boxer briefs were stretched over the large ass cheeks. John raised his right hand and brought it down on the plump ass. Alex kicked out his powerful legs at the impact.
“Ughh, fuck,” the big frat president cried out.
John loved how the meaty ass bounced at the impact of his hand. When Alex tried to rise in protest, John stroked his bare, ripped back and the muscle stud grew obedient again. All thought and will to resist once again faded. John grabbed each side of the black boxers and pulled them down around the fat, round ass cheeks. Alex’s ass was smooth and plumped. John then slapped each firm cheek hard, watching them bounce and jiggle at his impact. Alex let out a deep masculine moan. John loved the power he had over those alpha frat boys. With the lotion still on his hands, he reached under the frat president and pulled out his hard cock and balls backwards, as He continued to stroke and fondle Alex’s cock.
“You will feel only pleasure, pure blissful pleasure,” John whispered as he wrapped his fist around the jock’s cock. “You love getting fucked. However, despite how good it feels and how hard you are, you cannot cum until I give you a promise. Understand?”
“Yesss,” Alex moaned, his face pressed down on the pool table.
John moved his hands off Alex’s cock. The hard sides of the pool table kept the frat boy’s cock and balls pushed backwards. John then took his lotion bottle and squeezed a generous amount on Alex’s tight, hairy hole. He began to rub the lotion over the rosebud entrance causing the macho blonde frat jock to whimper in lust.
“You are so obedient and horny. It the most aroused you ever been,” John pushed a finger into the tight virgin hole.
Alex hissed and grabbed hold of the pool table. John looked at the pool cue stick laying on the pool table beside Alex, and smiled. The nerd picked it up and turned it around to the thicker end. He then rubbed the lotion on to the end of the stick before placing the stick against the virgin frat boy pussy. Alex let out a long, deep moan as the pool cue stretched him open. The big macho jock boy’s eyes rolled up into his head as John moved the pool cue in and out of him. Alex’s cock remained rock hard as his prostate was poked by the long wooden stick.
“Please,” Alex moaned as the nerd continued to move it in and out of his hole, stretching it.
When he thought Alex was ready, John pulled the cue stick out from Alex’s ass and dropped it on the stone floor of the patio. While admiring the loosen jock pussy facing him, John unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His monstrous cock was rock hard as he stroked himself. The muscular frat president’s hole looked so inviting.
“Please, please fuck me,” Alex begged as he grind against the pool table.
John smirked at the once cocky, even arrogant jock. The frat brothers of Alpha Phi were the hottest, most popular guys on campus, they were also known as bullies to guys like John, nerdy and gay. Now the gay nerd scientist was getting his revenge on them. He grabbed the lean masculine hips and aimed his thick cock head at the stretched manpussy. With a loud grunt John pushed into Alex. Alex cried out in pleasure as he was penetrated by a real cock for the first time. It was thicker than the pool stick and as a result brought only more pleasure to the blonde frat president. Alex’s mind was reeling. He never felt such pleasure. His cock was rock hard and throbbing against the side of the pool table. John eased his cock out and thrusted back in harder and deeper than before. Alex’s tight ass was pure heaven to the skinny nerdy. John moved his hands to the twin mountains of Alex’s shoulders as he plowed deeper.
“When I tell you to cum, you will have the best orgasm you ever experienced. You will then be my complete obedient slave,” John grunted out between each deep thrust.
“Yess, plessse, let me cum,” Alex begged,
With his right hand, John grabbed Alex’s blonde hair, pulling the frat boy’s head back. Alex’s eyes were rolled back into his head and his mouth hung open in a silent moan. John continued to pound the frat president’s prostate over and over. He pushed all the way into the once arrogant jock and paused.
“Cum not,” John moaned.
“Oh, fffuck,” Alex yelled as he began to cum. It was as if his cock exploded. Wave after wave shot out of his cock. He never came so hard in his life. His straight alpha persona was literally fucked out of him. He felt only complete obedience to his new master.
Alex’s powerful ass muscles clamped down around John’s cock like a vice. Alex’s entire body spasmed during the intense orgasm. His anal muscles flexed and milked the skinny nerd’s huge cock. John let out a loud moan and shot his load deep inside his new conquest. He claimed another frat slave. He pulled out of the newly breeded manpussy and let Alex slide down onto the floor. John smirked as he reached down and grabbed the thick blond hair, pulling Alex upon his knees. Alex looked up at John with a look of complete submissive devotion. John then rubbed his cum covered cock head over the frat president’s handsome, masculine face. Alex opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick the cock head clean.
By controlling the frat president, John now controls the entire fraternity.
Alpha Phi throws the best parties on campus and tonight was no different. The frat house was packed. They had the best music, best booze, and the hottest people. Chief among the hot frat boys was Brody. He was making his rounds at the party, in his trademark backwards cap, a tank top that showed off his mountainous shoulders, and jeans. People naturally make room for the big man on campus. Brody being 6’4, 225lbs of hard sculpted muscles it was easy to see why. Brody always draws attention. Guys looked at him in envy and girls what to be fucked by him. He currently has each of his shredded, muscle packed arms around the shoulders of a co-Ed on each side of him. They were giggling at every word he spoke. He was charming and used his sex appeal to get what he wanted. He noticed that Josh, one of his frat bros, was waving Brody over.
“I'll be right back, ladies,” Brody kissed their hands, using his charm, as he excused himself from the two girls.
They giggled again as he walked away.
“What up,” Brody asked as he approached his frat brother
Josh was shirtless as had his left arm around his girlfriend Stephenie’s shoulders. He loved showing off his gymnast body, tight and ripped. He has the potential to go to the olympics.
Josh leaned toward Brody, “I think your stalker is here” Josh nodded without turning his head toward the skinny, nerdy looking guy standing in the far corner. “He's been watching and following you around the whole night.”
The stranger was dressed in a baggy black hoodie, black jeans, and black boots. He was pale looking, almost a paste white, with coal black hair poking out from under his hoodie. He wore thick, nerdy glasses. He was obviously staring at Brody.
“That’s John,” Stephenie added. “He’s creepy. I had some classes with him. My roommate Jennifer said she caught him ogling her boyfriend Steve Harris.”
“I thought Jennifer and Steve broke up,” Josh turned toward his girlfriend.
“They did. That’s the weird part,” she whispered and leaned closer to the two frat brothers. “She caught Steve giving the dude a blow job.”
“Well, you know what they say about wrestlers,” Brody laughed, referring to Steve, the captain of the wrestling team.
“The dude's been stalking Brody all over campus,” Josh informed Stephanie.
The last few weeks, everytime Brody was out on campus, or at the local bars, that guy was there watching him. John always stood in the back staring. Brody even suspected that the freak was taking his pictures and even been in his room when he wasn’t in the frat house. Brody had several jockstraps turned up missing.
“I take care of it,” Brody turned toward the smaller man across the room.
“Need help,” Josh took his arm off Stephanie's shoulder.
“No, I’m good,” Brody answered as he headed over to the party crusher.
“Hey, I’m not sure how you got in, but Alpha Phi’s parties are invite only,” Brody walked up to the skinny, shorter guy, looking intimidating as he towered over John.
John pushed his glasses up his nose as his eyes traveled down Brody’s buff jock body, and back up to Brody’s masculine chisel face. “Damn, you are more beautiful up close,” the boy smiled.
Brody didn’t know how to respond. He sure wasn’t expecting such forwardiness. “I don’t know your deal but I’m not . . .”
“Damn, those arms are huge,” the smaller man interrupted Brody.
Before Brody could pull his right arm away, John reached out and boldly stroked the thick, well defined biceps. Suddenly Brody felt a tingling run up his arm and down his body. He let out a low moan as John continued to stroke his arm. He was overcome with a blissful, relaxed feeling. His mind grew foggy as his cock stirred in his jeans. It became noticeable that Brody wore no underwear under his jeans.
“Your room upstairs,” John asked as he traced the thick vein running up Brody’s arm.
“Yes,” Brody answered. He felt so relaxed.
“Good, why don’t you take me up there,” the boy stood on his toes and whispered into Brody’s ear. His tongue gave Brody’s earlobe a lick.
“Yes,” Brody couldn’t think as he turned and led his stalker to the stairs.
The party was too noisy and packed for anyone to notice the smaller boy with his hand on Brody’s broad bare shoulders as the frat boy led him upstairs. The more John was touching Brody the harder it was for the muscle jock to think. His cock grew harder as he became more submissive to the smaller boy.
Brody’s bedroom was a typical frat jock room. Dirty clothes were piled in a corner and the walls were decorated with posters of half naked women.
“Just like I had imagined,” John popped down on Brody’s bed as if he owned the place.
Brody just stood in front of the bed.
“Lock the door. We don’t want any of your frat brothers walking in on us,” John popped up on his elbows.
Without questioning or any thoughts, Brody turned and locked the door. John reached down on the floor and picked up a discorded sweaty white jockstrap from Brody’s workout from earlier in the day. He swirls it by the straps on a finger of his right hand.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes? You will feel a lot more comfortable,” John smiled wider.
Brody blinked and lifted up his tank top, peeling it over his head. His torso was chisel like a Greek god with big pecs, cobblestone 8 pack and deep chisel v lines heading into his low hanging jeans. He stared straight forward as he kicked off his flip flops and unbuttoned his designer jeans. He let them slide down his muscular, defined legs. He never wears underwear during the fraternity’s parties. It make it easier and quicker to fuck girls during the parties. Brody’s impressive cock was hard, standing straight out of his trimmed crotch.
“Not bad,” John didn’t seem that impressed. He threw the jockstrap at Brody, “put it on.” John laughed as he missed and Brody bent over to pick it up.
Brody obediently stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up his long muscular legs, tucking his hard cock into the jock pouch. The white nylan, spandex pouch stretched over the large bulge.
“You feel very good and horny when you do as I say, don't you,” John asked.
“Yess,” Brody moaned.
“From what I heard you received a lot of blow jobs from girls and a frat brother or two, especially from your friend Josh,” John mused.
Brody had no idea how the nerd knew Josh had sucked his cock. He knew Josh would never tell anyone. However, Brody really didn’t care. He really didn’t care about anything right now, except listening to the smaller boy before him.
“With all the experiences you have at receiving blow jobs, I bet you will be a great cocksucker,” John got off the bed.
John unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one motion. The skinny boy’s hard cock was bigger and longer than Brody’s or any cock that the straight jock had seen.
“Get down on your knees and copy the best blow jobs you received. You love sucking dick,” John walked up to the tall jock and reached up to press down on Brody’s huge shoulders.
Brody felt his muscular legs give out. He obediently knelt down in front of the skinny nerd. Never taking a cock into his straight alpha mouth before, Brody found himself opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the thick cock head. He tried to take as much of it down his throat as he could but he began to gag and couch in it.
“Ssshh, just relax that tight throat of yours,” John stroked Brody’s dark brown hair.
Brody found his throat muscles relaxing as he worked the cock in and out of his mouth. He was soon coating it with saliva and drool as he worked his tongue over it. He was using the different techniques that he experienced in the past to pleasure his new master. John pulled off his black hoodie, revealing his skinny fat body. He had very little muscle tone. He then grabbed Brody’s hair and pulled the tall jock off his cock.
“Get on the bed,” John pulled muscular Brody onto his feet.
Brody was so hard as he laid back on his bed. His cock was throbbing but was trapped in the tight jockstrap.
“You ever get into bondage,” John saddles Brody’s thick, long legs.
“No,” Brody answered as he watched John take his tank top and rolled it up.
Brody just watched as John grabbed his muscular left arm, pulling it back behind his head. John tied the strong arm to the bed headboard. John then grabbed another shirt from the pile of dirty clothes and tied Brody’s other muscular arm. Brody was unable to free his arms even if he wanted. However, he had no desire to resist in his pretty head. John then moved between the thick, powerful legs. He grabbed Brody’s ankles and lifted them into the air exposing Brody’s tight, smooth hole. John threw the muscle packed legs onto his bonely shoulders as he aimed his cock at the virgin manpussy.
“Relax your ass muscles. You're going to feel only pleasure,” John whispered as he pushed against Brody’s tight outer ring.
Brody threw his head back and cried out as he was penetrated for the first time. He was in pure ecstasy. John eased out and thrusted back in, pounding away at the larger jock’s ass. The noise of the party downstairs covered Brody's deep moans and the bed slamming against the wall. If anyone did heard they would just assumed that Brody was fucking another co-Ed.
“Fffuck. Oh god,” Brody cried out.
John kissed Brody’s thick calves as he thrusted hard. Brody’s muscles were covered in sweat as they bulged and flexed under the assault deep inside him.
“You can’t cum until I tell you, understand bitch,” John grunted.
“Yesss,” tears ran down his handsome masculine face.
“When I tell you to cum, you will have the best orgasm of your life. All free will will be drained from that pretty head of yours and you will be my permanent slave. Understand,” John gave a harder, deeper thrust.
“Yess, anything, master. Let me cum,” Brody begged.
John thrust one last time deep inside Brody, “cum now! Be my slave!”
“Hey, Chuck, how's the holidays?” Michael asked as his regular client arrived for his massage appointment.
“Stressful, I’m glad it's over,” the taller, muscular man replied.
“Well, let's see if we can reduce some of that stress and tension. Get undressed and lay on your stomach. I be back,” the smaller, feminine masseuse smiled and turned to leave.
Chuck peeled off his t-shirt and kicked off his shoe. He has been coming to Michael once a week for a year. At first he wasn’t sure about the smaller, skinny man. How can someone like him give relief to his sore muscles? However, he was surprised and was hooked after only one visit. Chuck pulled down his jeans and the tiny bikini briefs that were a Christmas present from his wife. Chuck took pride in his body, it was tight with hard, well chiseled muscles. No dad bod for the father of three. He wrapped a towel around his lean waist and laid face down on the table.
Michael re-entered the room and smiled at his favorite client as he lit a few scented candles. He then poured some scented exotic oils onto his hand and began to rub Chuck's wide upper back.
“You are tense,” Michael whispered as he rubbed the thick lats.
“Yess, the in-laws were over for the holiday,” Chuck responded as he started to relax.
“No wonder, putting up with the wife and the kids, plus the in-laws over the holidays,” Michael moved up to Chuck’s thick neck, squeezing and rubbing the thick cords of muscles.
“Yesss, they were so stressful. Always nagging,” Chuck responded, growing sleepy as Michael worked his muscles.
Michael worked his hands up further to rub Chuck’s small ears. In return the masculine straight man moaned, as he grew more and more relaxed.
“That's it, just relax, let all your stress fade. You know you can trust me, Chuck,” Michael whispered as he rubbed and stroked his way back down.
Chuck breathed in the scented candles and oil, growing more relaxed, “yesss, trust you, feel so relaxed.”
“Good boy,” Michael moved his hands down the smooth, tight back, rubbing, massaging and squeezing the hard, firm muscles.
When he reached Chuck’s lower back, Michael moved the towel lower, revealing the top shelf of Chuck’s well formed ass. He used his elbows to push and work into the tight muscles of the larger man’s lower back just above his muscular buttocks. Chuck let out a long deep groan. Michael moved his hand back up to Chuck’s upper back and then worked his fingers back down the spine. When he reached the buttocks again Michael traced the deep chisel v lines of Chuck’s lower back.
Michael moved down to Chuck’s feet and started to rub and press the pressure points on the right foot. He worked his way up the thick, tear-shaped calves. They were large and developed, and lightly coated with blond hair. Michael continued up the thick cords of muscles of Chuck’s broad hamstrings. Michael smiled as his hands went further, pushing the towel until the lower curve of his buttocks were exposed. He worked his hand up the cords of hamstring muscles to where they joined with the plump glutes, and ran his hands under the ass cheeks and between the thick legs. His oily hand brushed against Chuck’s full balls, peeking out from under the stud. Chuck let out another low groan and spread his powerful legs to give the smaller man more access to his balls. Teasing Chuck, Michael then moved to his left foot and worked back up the other leg. When he reached Chuck’s ass again, Michael opened the towel, revealing the straight man’s beautiful shaped ass. Chuck offered no resistance as Michael began to massage it. The muscular ass cheeks were firm and tight as the masseuse squeezed and kneaded the thick muscles. He worked them harder, rubbing the muscles tissues. Michael spread the tight cheeks and revealed Chuck’s tight hole. He moved his oily hands down between the deep valley, toward the manpussy. Chuck was groaning more as he grind against the table. He teased the muscular, taller man’s tight hole before moving further and pulling Chuck’s large balls from under him. Michael rolled them in his oily hands driving the married stud wild. Michael grabbed a thick cylinder shape pillow and pushed it under Chuck’s tight abs, pushing his ass in the air. Michael pushed his hands back under Chuck and pulled out the stud’s rock hard cock. He began to stroke it, coating it with the oil. The pillow kept Chuck’s 8” cock pushed backwards as Michael’s fist moved up and down the shaft. Big masculine Chuck was whimpering and squirming.
“Please,” his voice cracked.
Michael gave Chuck’s muscular ass a slap before he walked around the massage table. Standing in front of Chuck’s head, he started to rub the thick shoulders again. He moved his hands down the broad muscles to the plump ass. His crotch was pressed against Chuck’s head. He moved his hands back up the back. Michael grabbed Chuck’s blond hair and pulled it up so that his blue eyes were crotch level with Michael’s hard on.
“That’s a good boy,” Michael whispered as he returned to massaging Chuck’s back.
Chuck moved his hands up to Michael’s pants and pulled them down. Michael’s hard, long cock popped free slapping Chuck on the face. Chuck opened his mouth and began to worship the cock. Michael bent over him, slapping each muscular ass cheek, causing the larger stud to let out muffled moans. Before seeing Michael as his massage therapist, Chuck was one hundred % straight, happily married. He would never suck or let another man fuck him. Michael had turned Chuck into the perfect mindless fucktoy for him to enjoy once a week during their hour long massage sessions. Michael had trained Chuck to be a good cock sucker. He was coating Michael’s impressive cock with saliva and drool.
Michael pulled his cock from Chuck’s mouth. A long line of drool stretched from his lower lip to Michael’s cock head. Michael once again walked the table. He poured more of the oil on his hands. He then once again spread the meaty ass cheeks. Michael reached down and stroked his finger over the tight little hole. He loved watching the normally cocky, confident alpha male squirm on his massage table. Chuck had his legs spread to the point that he was saddling the table. His muscular plump ass was pushed back, begging for more. Michael slid his finger into the tight manpussy and began to stroke Chuck’s insides. Chuck moaned loudly. Michael then pushed in a second finger, moving them in and out. He spread his fingers inside Chuck to stretch him open.
“Please fuck me,” Chuck begged.
“My pleasure,” Michael quickly undressed and climbed onto the table between Chuck’s huge legs.
He aimed cock at Chuck’s sweet tight ass, and pushed in.
“Oh fuck, feel so good,” Chuck gripped the edge of the table as he felt the thick cock plowing through him.
Michael eased out and thrusted back into Chuck’s ass. Chuck’s ass was pure heaven around Michael’s cock. He love fucking his straight male clients, and Chuck was his favorite. Chuck was all man. His grunts and moans were deep and masculine. His sexy muscles were built to be fucked hard. Chuck was pushed him ass back demanding to be fucked harder. All thoughts about his wife, kids, and his stressful straight life were gone. Michael thrusted in and out of his ass, each time deeper and harder. Chuck lifted his head as his eyes rolled back into his head. He let out a deep gutter moan. Michael felt the vice like grip of Chuck’s anal muscles around his cock. The anal muscles spasmed around him as Chuck started to cum. His ass muscles were milking Michael as he came. Michael was deep inside Chuck when he was unable to hold off any longer. Michael moaned loud as he came deep inside the exquisite ass.
When Michael finally came down from his orgasm high, he pulled out of the ruined manpussy. Chuck was exhausted as he continued to saddle the table. Michael decided to let his playtoy sleep it off before sending him home. After Chuck recovered, he felt like a new man. All of his tension and stress were gone.
“Thanks man, I needed that,” Chuck said as he finished redressing.
“Glad I can help. Until next week,” Michael smiled as he gave Chuck’s muscular ass one last slap before sending him home.
A Redneck Christmas
I wasn’t exactly excited about going back home for Christmas. The only bright side was my two redneck in-laws. My two sisters had great taste in men and they both landed total studs. They were typical country boys, big, strong, and dumb. If they weren’t so hot they would be unbearable. They were former jocks, loud, beer drinking, conservative bullies. But they were both hot fucks.
While growing up, I always had a secret competition with my sisters to see how many of their straight boyfriends I can end up fucking. It was very easy.
My father owns the biggest mining company in the state and had the biggest house in the county. As a result, he personally believed my sisters were married beneath them. My sisters greeted me at the door with hugs. They were once again both pregnant at the same time. It makes Mary’s third, and Sandra’s fourth kid. Their husbands just grunted and nodded an acknowledgment to me as they returned to watching their football game. They both were dressed in their normally redneck attire. Sleeveless shirts showing off their large, tattooed arms, wrangler jeans, boots, and trucker caps. They were yelling at the television over a play or referee ruling.
Later in the day, the two brothers- in-laws went out to Hayden’s truck to get more beer. Before they left, Wayne turned his head toward me and nodded. I smiled, knowing exactly what they wanted. After waiting a few minutes I excused myself from my gossiping sisters. My two brother-in-laws were standing by the truck’s tailgate drinking beers and talking. Hayden was sitting on the tailgate in his sleeveless UFC muscle shirt, with the sides cut all the way down to his tight waist. Wayne was standing beside him, playing with a football in his hand, reliving his jock glory days. His cutoff sleeves, flannel shirt was half button showing off his smooth pecs. Hayden was 5’9 while Wayne was 6’4, but they were both muscular, from hard manual labor.
They both smiled as they saw me, a difference from how they acted in the house. “Want a beer,” Hayden asked as he threw me a can.
“I prefer something else,” I smiled as I walked up to the two masculine studs, and boldly gripped their full crotches.
Their cocks harden in their jeans as I massage and rub them. I been fucking both of those straight studs for years. I had fucked Wayne when he was dating my sister Mary, when he was the star quarterback at our school. I had fucked him in my bedroom while my sister was just down the hall. As for Hayden, I didn’t fuck him until the night of his bachelor party. He was too wasted to protest.
“How are my two bitches doing,” I smirked at them. They might be my sister’s big studs, but they are also my bitches.
They both just groan. I moved my hands from their crotches up to their muscular, tattooed arms. The more I stroked them, the more submissive the two redneck studs became. My fingers tracing their tribal tattoos patterns. There were more low groans as they fell deeper under my control.
Hayden had parked his trunk behind the large family garage in preparation so no one could see in us. Making sure no one was around I then ordered them on to their knees. Both studs were normally not the types that take well to being ordered around. But they obediently side down to their knees in front of me. I smirked at them as I knocked off their baseball caps. I then ran my hands through Hayden’s blond hair and rubbed Wayne’s shaved head. I pulled their scruffy rugged faces against my crotch. Getting hard, I then unzipped my pants and pulled out my large cock. I returned my hands to their heads and pulled them toward my throbbing cock. I moved my cock between their lips as they shared it. The two macho rednecks were worshiping it with their tongues. They were so close that their lips were touching.
“Suck my cock, bitch,” I ordered as I pulled Wayne onto my cock.
Wayne instantly began to gag on its thickness but offered no resistance to pull away. He wanted to suck and worship it so bad that his own well-being didn’t matter. I pulled him off my cock and pulled Hayden on to it. They were slurping and gagging over my thick cock, desperate to taste my load. They both look at my cock with awe and devotion. I couldn’t wait to fuck them. I pulled them up onto their booted feet. Turning to Wayne, I grabbed his sleeveless flannel shirt and ripped it open. His torso was naturally smooth, with tattoos on each thick, muscular arms. I then turned to Hayden and lifted his muscle shirt over his shoulders. He was naturally smooth as well, with his tattoo on his right arm carrying over to his large right pec. I then pulled them toward me by their jeans’ waist bands and popped the top buttons of each jeans. They eagerly peeled the jeans down their muscular, thick legs, revealing their packed white briefs. The thick shafts of their cocks were clearly outlined in the tight briefs. They were so turned on that they were both leaking precum, soaking their underwear. Neither man was a foreplay type, however. I turned them both around and they eagerly bent over the bed of the truck. Their briefs were stretched over the muscular ass. I knelt down behind them and peeled both of their briefs down. Their asses were smooth and muscle packed. I grabbed a handful of their meaty ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing and kneading them. I then leaned in and pushed my face between Wayne’s plump ass cheeks. My tongue probed his tight manpussy. As I rimmed Wayne, I stroked Hayden’s hole with a finger. Both married studs were moaning, pushing their asses out. I pulled my face from Wayne’s hole, and moved to Hayden’s. I pushed my tongue into him. While rimming him, I pushed a finger into Wayne’s hole. I was rotating between rimming and fingering each stud, getting them loose and stretched. They were whimpering and moaning. Their voices were deep and masculine. My cock was so hard. I finally stood up and aimed my cock at Wayne’s tight manpussy. With a grunt I penetrated him. He cried out in pleasure. As I pushed deeper and then eased out of him, I was still finger fucking Hayden with two fingers.
I was thrusting in and out of Wayne, with long deep thrusts. I then pulled out of him and rammed up into Hayden. I kept Wayne open and on edge with three fingers up his tight hole, as I fucked his brother-in-law. I continued to take turns using them over and over. They remained face down on the bed of the truck as I dominated them. Their anal muscles were tight as they both try to flex around my cock to keep me from pulling out of them to move to the other one. When I was close, and unable to hold off anymore, I pulled out of Hayden’s destroyed manpussy. I pulled both studs off the tailgate and onto their knees. I aimed my cock at their handsome rugged faces and sprayed them with my cock. They both held open their mouths as they tried to catch and collect my seed. Their faces were covered with cum, running down their chiseled jaw lines and chins. They eagerly licked up my cum.
When I came down from my post orgasm high and they had licked my cock clean, I pulled my cock back into my pants. They looked disappointed as my cock disappeared from their sight. I tossed Hayden’s blond hair and rubbed Wayne’s shaved head before heading back to the main house. As I went around the garage, I bumped into my father.
“You left any for me,” my old man laughed.
I laughed, “I think they have plenty to go around.”
Silent night
Craig was a little bit too much in the Christmas spirit for his wife’s liking at her boss’s Christmas party. His wife Lisa caught him with his pants down in the supply closet with one of the company’s secretaries. He tried to explain that he had too much to drink and the big breasted blond secretary came on to him. However, Lisa didn’t buy it. The ride home in his Porsche was quiet and awkward. When they got home, she made it clear that he was sleeping on the couch, but she wanted him out the next day. Craig begged and pleaded for forgiveness.
“Please, honey, it's Christmas Eve. Think about Ricky. Please. It's never going to happen again,” he pleaded in his half unbuttoned tuxedo, as Lisa stormed up the stairs of their modern mansion.
“That’s what you said the last time. This time you right through it won’t happen again. And take off that damn Santa hat,” Lisa added before throwing a pillow and blanket at him and slamming the door to him.
Craig had forgotten that he still had the Santa hat on but kept it on as he made a bed on the couch by the roaring fireplace. He then stripped out of his tuxedo. When he was in only his red Christmas briefs he walked to the living room bar and made himself a drink. Craig looked at himself in the mirror over the bar. He couldn’t resist from flexing. He was in great shape, shredded and muscle packed. He had kept his college gymnast body that had gotten him a successful modeling career and a rich wife. Marriage didn’t make him fat at all.
“He couldn’t help that women throw themselves at him. He is only a man,” he thought to himself.
The living room and much of the house was decorated for Christmas. A large richly decorated Christmas tree dominated a corner of the living room by the windows and the fireplace was trimmed with wreaths and Christmas socks, for Lisa, Craig and their son Rick. After Craig finished his drink he fell asleep, spread out on the couch. He was so fast asleep and out of it that he didn’t hear the heavy booted footsteps across the marble floor. The large, overweight bearded man, dressed in red, stopped and stared down at the sexy stud, spread out half naked on the couch. The tiny red briefs were proudly displaying a healthy, impressive bulge. Craig’s spread legs were strong with defined chisel quads. The sculpted 8 pack was moving up and down as he breathed. The stranger licked his lips as he moved closer. The fat man reached down and ran a finger up the passed out stud’s inner thigh, just below the skimpy underwear’s right leg hole. Craig groaned and spread his legs further apart. The stranger gave out a loud jolly laugh, as Craig’s cock grew visibly hard in the tight underwear.
“What. .” Craig asked goggy as he woke.
When his eyes focused he couldn’t believe what he saw. However, before he could protest, the stranger blew a fine red dust into his face. Craig couldn’t help but breathe in the red glitter like substance. As he breathed in all of his worries and concerns just faded, he was overcome with a joyous feeling of bliss. A dumb smile spread over his handsome face as he laid back on the couch. The fat man laughed, his large stomach rolling like jelly. He reached down and pushed his thick fingers into the little red briefs and peeled them down. Feeling so mindlessly good, Craig giggled as he lifted his ass to aid the stranger peeled his underwear down his long legs. His hard cock popped free causing Craig to laugh more.
“Have you been a good boy, Craig,” the mysterious stranger chuckled.
“Yes, sir, I was a very good boy,” Craig started to play with his cock.
“Oh, I think you've been a naughty boy, a very naughty boy,” the stranger waved a fat finger.
“A naughty boy,” Craig’s smile faded into an over dramatic fawn.
“You know what happened to naughty boys,” the fat stranger wiggled his finger.
The muscular, normally confident Craig lowered his head and shook it no.
“They get spanked on Christmas,” the stranger grabbed both of Craig’s ankles with one hand and lifted his legs into the air as if they were doll legs.
Resting on his wide muscular back, Craig’s tight man hole, and heavy balls, were exposed. With his free hand he slapped Craig right on his exposed hole, right behind his large balls. Craig cried, “please, don’t. I’m not a naughty boy.”
He was no longer the confident, masculine womanizing man. He was crying and pleading like a little boy. “Please, I will be a good boy.”
The bearded man dropped Craig’s legs as if they were rag dolls. He then walked over to the high back chair across from the couch and sat down.
“Come here, boy,” the man in the Santa outfit patted his lap.
The tall, muscle bound Craig stood up and wiped his eyes. He meekly walked across the living room naked. The stranger pulled Craig down on his lap and raised his head into the air and brought it down hard on the firm, flawless ass. Craig kicked his legs out with each impact, as the stranger spanked each ass cheek. The fat man laughed as he felt the straight man’s cock throbbing against his thighs.
“Please,” Craig moaned.
The stranger lifted Craig and lay him down on the oriental rug in front of the fireplace, underneath the mistletoe. The helpless Craig stared up at the stranger as the fat man undid his pants and pulled out a thick cock. The straight muscular stud’s eyes widened. Staring at the huge cock, he found himself lifting and spreading his legs. He then reached between his legs and began to finger his own ass hole. His eyes never leave the stranger’s cock. Craig was helpless as the man knelt between his spread legs and gripped his ankles. The fat man threw Craig’s legs onto his shoulders. Craig let out a deep moan of pleasure as he was penetrated for the first time. He threw back his head as the cock plowed deep into him, pounding his prostate. With Craig’s muscular legs wrapped around him, the stranger pushed deeper and bent the stud further as he pulled the straight Craig into a kiss while fucking him harder. Craig moaned into the older man’s mouth, as the tub of jelly pounded against his hard chisel 8 pack.
“Ho, ho, hoe,” the stranger lifted his stomach and cried out as he thrusted all the way into Craig. He then dropped his load deep inside the straight father.
Feeling the stranger’s cum filling him, sent Craig over the edge, “of god, Fffuck.” He came hard, shooting his load over his cobblestone abs, large shredded pecs, and masculine face.
The noise from downstairs woke little Ricky. Believing that Santa had come, Ricky sneaked downstairs in his onesie. He peered through the railings of the grand staircase as he watched his daddy kissing Santa Claus. Ricky couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Santa fucks Craig. After Santa fucked Craig out cold, he took two long red ribbons and bound Craig’s muscular arms and legs. He tried the ribbons into blows around his arms and legs each. Santa then threw Craig over his shoulders and walked toward the front door. He gave Craig’s muscular plump ass a hard slap. Before he left the house, he turned to Ricky, while stroking Craig’s muscle firm ass. With a twinkle in his eyes, Santa put a finger by his nose and gave a wink.
The next day, Craig was gone. Lisa was beside herself as the police were called to look for him.
“Mommy, I saw daddy kissing Santa Claus and Santa carried him away,” he tugged on his mother’s housecoat.
“Not now, Ricky,” Lisa brushed him away.
No one believed little Ricky when he told them that he saw his daddy kissing and getting fucked by jolly Saint Nick.
Years later, Rick still believes in Santa. Even having grown into a muscular man, he still waits for Santa every Christmas eve. For the other 365 days of the year, he followed his father Craig as a masculine alpha male. However, on that night he dreamed of being Santa’s bitch. He would look out his bedroom window in his onesie, that hugged his curvely muscular body. Rick tried to stay up but every year he would fall asleep. When all was quiet, not a creature was stirring, jolly old Santa appeared and gently ran his hand down Rick’s tight torso, slowly unbuttoning the onesie down to his thick, hard cock. When Rick woke, Santa put his finger by his nose.
“Have you been a good boy,” Santa asked.
“Yes, sir,” Rick looked up at the older fat man.
He obediently rolled over and let Santa peel off the tight onesie. Rick’s ass was round and plumped, perfectly fuckable. Rick pushed out his round bubble ass as Santa aimed his huge cock at the tight light manpussy. Rick moaned in pure pleasure as he was fucked.
“Ho, Ho, hoe, Merry Christmas!” Santa proclaimed as he came inside Ricky’s ass.
COP CONTROL PART 2
Dr. Davis Sloan soon had both hot Latino police officers saddling each leg. They were naked except for their socks, boots, and gun belts. Their bodies were firm and muscular as they grind their hard cocks and tight asses against his thighs. The doctor ran his hands up and down their smooth, broad backs, as he leaned in taking turns licking each police officers’ pert, firm nipples. The straight cops moaned as he nibbled on them. As he did so, he moved his hands back down their backs and under them, where he began to teased and stroked their tight holes with a finger. Both police officers were moaning as their cocks throb.
“Both of you want to cum so bad,” he pulled his head off Martinez’s eraser size right nipple. “However, neither of you can cum, despite how much you wanted it, until I give you permission. You understand,” the doctor ordered before he returned to Torres’s large brown left nipple.
“Yes, master,” both police officers moaned. Their moans were so masculine.
They grunted in unison and lifted their muscular asses as the doctor pushed a finger into each tight cop hole.
“Your tight asses feel so good,” the doctor probed deeper into them.
Both officers were pushing out their sexy asses, moaning like sluts, so desperate to cum.
“The winner of the stripper contest is Martinez,” the doctor slapped the taller police officer's ass. “The one who wins the most challenges will get fuck. The next contest is which one of you gives the best blow jobs. Now on your knees.”
The two mindless police officers slide off his legs, onto their knees. They looked up at him with looks of obedient devotion as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat cock. Martinez’s and Torres’s eyes widened as they saw its thickness. The doctor then gripped their heads and pulled them both on to his cock.
“My cock is the most important thing in both of your lives. You want and need to worship it,” he whispered as he stroked their dark hair.
Both former straight alpha cops obediently began to kiss and lick each side of the thick cock. Their lips touching as they explore and worship the cock that is now the center of their life. Martinez was the first to attempt to take the doctor’s cock down his throat. He licked the head and slowly took the shaft into his mouth. However, he began to gag on the thickness. Despite how desperate he wanted it, his tight throat couldn’t adjust to it. He was turning red as he struggled to breathe but continued to try to take more of the doctor’s cock into his mouth. The doctor pulled the poor cop off his cock and pulled Torres on it. Martinez instead moved on to worshiping the doctor’s heavy full balls. Torres wrapped his pouty lips around the thick cock head and as he took it deeper into his mouth he looked up at the doctor with his dark eyes looking for approval. As he took the cock deeper into his mouth he worked his tongue over the thick shaft, coating it with drool and saliva. Torres' throat was tight but the younger police officer had very little gag reflex. He was obviously remembering his previous experiences at receiving blow jobs from other men and was trying to imitate their styles. The deep gutter moans from the Latin police officer made it clear that Torres was enjoying worshiping his master’s cock. His 6” cock was standing straight out, bouncing as his head bobbed on and off the cock. Meanwhile, Martinez was taking both of the doctor’s large balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. His large right fist was stroking his 7” cock, he was so desperate to cum but couldn’t. It was obvious who won the second challenge. Dr. Sloan knew if he let the two cops continue, he would have no choice but to cum into the younger police officer’s mouth. The two masculine Latino cops were too sexy and their muscular, plump asses too exquisite not to fuck and breed. So Sloan grabbed Torres and Martinez by their dark hair and pulled them off the thick cock. They both looked up at the doctor in disappointment.
“Torres is definitely the winner of the second challenge, making it a tie. This mean I would have to fuck you both. The winner who gets me off the first will be rewarded with my seed. Now both of you on your backs on my desk,” the doctor stood up.
The doctor guided them up on their feet and laid them back on to his large antique desk. He then took their handcuffs from their gunbelts. Officer Martinez submissively watched as his master proceeded to cuff his wrists behind his head. After securing the taller officer, the doctor then cuffed Torres’s hands. Both officers’ large biceps and defined horseshoe triceps were flexed as their hands were secured behind their heads. He then removed their batons from their gunbelts. The doctor went around his desk and opened a drawer. He then pulled out a bottle of his special lube. He squeezed a generous amount of the gel-like substance on the batons as he walked back in front of the two secured muscle cop’s.
“Lift your legs and keep them in the air, spread,” the doctor ordered.
The obedient muscle cops’ lifted their booted legs into the air and spread them wide. Their chisel abs were flexed tightly as they held up their powerful, thick legs. Their tight, virgin manpussies were exposed. The doctor then rubbed the lubed batons over the police officers’ holes. The special lube made their tight holes so sensitive. Torres hissed and Martinez moaned as the doctor pushed the baton into them. They were experiencing only pleasure as the lube was absorbed into their anal canal. He was smiling at the two’s lust filled faces as he turned and moved the baton in and out of them. Their cocks were rock hard over their flexed cobblestone abs, while their whimpering filled the office.
It was a hard choice to decide which one to fuck first. Martinez being the senior ranking officer and older of the two by a year or two was the obvious choice. He pulled the baton from Martinez’s ass. It came out with a pop and a deep moan from the older cop’s. However, the emptiness was short-lived. The doctor gripped the police officer’s boot covered ankles and aimed his cock at the tight virgin hole. With a hard thrust the older man penetrated Martinez’s cop pussy. Martinez let out a deep loud moan of pure pleasure. All of the nerve endings around his ass hole were alive and firing waves of pleasure through his hard muscles. As he pulled out of the stretched hole and thrusted back in, the doctor was moving the baton in and out of Torres's ass. Both of the police officers’ legs were shaking as they tried to keep they in the air. Their abs were tight and shaking as they sweat heavily. With the doctor pounding his prostate, Martinez dropped his thick legs onto the doctor’s shoulders. His boots dangling off the older man’s shoulders. The senior police officer’s ass was so tight as it gripped the older man’s cock. The doctor plowed in and out of him for about 15 long deep thrusts, before pulling out of Martinez. Martinez groaned in disappointment at the sudden emptiness.
Dr. Sloan moved to Torres. He removed the baton from the younger police officer’s ass and inserted it into Martinez’s now empty hole. Torres looked up at the doctor with his dark eyes filled with eagerness and lust. He let out a long loud groan as the doctor pushed into his tight ass. Waves of pleasure shot through the younger cop’s hard tight body. His cock jerked and bounced against his chisel 8 pack. The doctor moved in and out, pounding the police officer’s virgin prostate.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Torres moaned as he threw his head back.
Torres tried to keep his anal muscles tight around the thick cock to keep the doctor from pulling out of him. However, after another 15 thrusts, the doctor pulled out and it was once again Martinez’s turn.
“Thank you, sir. Oh god,” Martinez moaned as the baton was pulled out and was replaced with the doctor’s thicker cock.
Martinez flexed his ass muscles as he buried his rugged face against his massive left bicep. He gripped the edge of the desk for leverage. The doctor pounded in and out of him. The police officer’s moans were deep and loud.
The doctor pulled out and back into Torres’s. Both police officers was trying to be a better fuck then his partner. Torres flexed his anal muscles, trying desperately to milk the doctor’s cock. They both looked so hot and beautiful. Their faces distorted in lust and pleasure.
“Kissed each other,” the Doctor moaned as he plowed in and out of Torres.
Both handsome Latin police officers turned and began to kiss. They moaned into each other mouths as the doctor continue to take turns using and fucking them. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouths, wrestling with each other. The doctor was so close to cumming but couldn’t decide which one to cum inside. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he decided to cum on them both. He pulled out of Martinez’s ass’s vice-like grip. Both muscular police officers pulled away from each other's mouths and dropped their tired legs, unable to keep them up from the pounding. The doctor aimed his thick cock at both handsome police officers’ faces and jacked his cock. He came hard and long, sending his thick cum landing on the police officers’ faces. The stream of cum ran down their masculine faces. When the doctor finally stopped cumming and came down from his orgasm high, he pulled both police officers down on to their knees. He unlocked their handcuffs, “lick my cock clean.”
They obediently obeyed as they licked his cock clean. He noticed their cocks were still throbbing, begging to cum.
“Lay down on the floor and suck each other,” the doctor ordered.
As ordered, the two once straight alphas laid on the floor in a sixty-nine position. Their strong hands were gripping each other’s buttocks as they licked and sucked each other.
“Cum in each other’s mouth,” the doctor ordered.
The Sauna
There is nothing better than to chill in the sauna after an intense workout, sweat some more to release the toxins from the sore, tired muscles. After every workout Marcus and Fabian would go into the locker room and strip out of their sweaty workout gear. The two light skin black men were hard to miss, they were the biggest guys in the gym, both over 6 ft tall and each weighing 275 of pure muscles. Fabian kept his pro bodybuilding muscles smooth to show off his shredded body and his tattooed arms and shoulders. Marcus, however, kept his body hair as a sign of his man hood but it didn’t do anything to hide his ripped large body. Neither man was shy. They stripped naked as they talked about their latest female conquests. Both men's cocks were thick and uncut, and they were proud in showing them off. After they undress, they wrap their white towels around their chisel waists and head into the sauna. The heat felt so good as it hit their faces as they entered the small wood lined chamber. They sat on the benches opposite each other and they soon had their eyes closed, muscular legs spread letting their big cocks and heavy balls breathe. Both men laughed and continued talking about getting lucky but they soon felt so relaxed and found themselves falling to sleep.
Fabian awakens to the feeling of hands on his bare right tight and men talking and laughing. He opened his eyes and an older white man was sitting beside him, stroking Fabian's thick, smooth thigh. Fabian’s towel was open and his cock was rock hard. He tried to protest.
“Ssshh, relax, baby,” the older man laughed as he continued his hand up the flawless caramel color legs.
“You right, they are even sexier when they are docile like this,” another older weight man across from Fabian laughed.
Fabian looked across the sauna at his friend Marcus. Marcus let out a low grunt as he held his muscular arms in the air and had his bare feel pulled up on the bench on either side of him. His cock was visible leaking pre-cum as the fat man beside him was moving a vibrating dildo in and out of the straight black man’s hole. Marcus had a look of pure bliss on his masculine face.
“I told you,” the man beside Fabian responded as he gripped Fabian fat hard on.
Fabian let out a deep moan.
“Since the new owners put in the subliminal recordings in the sauna, those muscle bulls became as docile as haflers. Is it right,” he gave Fabian’s thick cock a squeeze.
“Yes, sir,” Fabian moaned.
“Good, boy, now get on your knees and get your post workout protein,” the man laughed.
Without any protest, the normally cocky alpha bodybuilder slid naked off the bench and onto his knees.
“Damn what a beautiful smooth ass,” the man across from him wristle.
Fabian opened his thick lips and obediently took the man, beside him, cock. Fabian began to gag on it but the two men just laughed at him.
“Got me so worked up,” the man beside Marcus laughed.
He stood up and faced Marcus. Marcus was still in pure bliss as the vibrator worked his prostate. He let out a groan as the vibrator was pulled out of him with a pop.
However, the emptiness was short-lived as the stranger thrusted into his hairy manpussy.
“Damn, those muscle studs are still tight even after taking a dildo,” the man moaned.
Meanwhile, Fabian was drooling and snubbing over the other man’s cock. As Fabian nursed on the white man’s thick cock, the man was rubbing Fabian cock with his foot. He laughed as he pushed down on the hard black cock and watched it balance back up when he lifted his foot.
The sounds of Marcus’s and the man fucking him, groans and moans filled the sauna. Fabian looked up at the stranger with his dark brown eyes, his thick lips stretched around the white cock.
“You want to be fucked like your friend there,” the man pulled his cock from Fabian’s lips and slapped the handsome face with it.
A sting of drool ran from Fabian’s lips to the cock head. The strong bodybuilder found himself nodding his head. The older man got up from the bench and gripped Fabian’s huge tattooed bicep, pushing him over the bench. Fabian’s flawless, smooth ass was facing him. His ass cheeks were large and firm. Fabian prides himself on how much he can squat and leg press and the results show. The stranger slapped each ass cheek and the impact echoed through the sauna. Fabian merely grunted. He should have been feeling humiliated as he was spanked, instead he felt blissfully aroused. His fat cock was bouncing and leaking under him.
Marcus’s moans were continuing behind them as he was already taking the other stranger’s cock up his ass. His cock was slapping against his fury 8 pack abs each time the man thrusted into him.
Finally Fabian felt the man’s cock slide into his tight man pussy. Instead of pain he felt pure pleasure. His incredible ass muscles gripped the thick cock and tried to pull it deep into him. Sweat was pouring over each man’s body as their bodies slammed against each other.
“Yeah, you are a fucking tight whore aren’t you,” one man cried out and was only greeted with grunts and moans from the two bodybuilders.
The man that was fucking Marcus was the first to come. The stranger grunted loud as he thrusted hard. He started coming deep inside the big black bull’s ass but pulled out and aimed his cock at Marcus’s bearded face. He smeared the cum over the rugged face.
The sounds of his friend cumming in and on Marcus, sent the other man over the edge. He thrusted deep into Fabian’s and paused. Fabian’s incredible ass muscles gripped his cock and began to milk it. With a loud moan the second man came deep inside the smooth, muscle packed ass. Both men remained in their black studs’ asses as they came down from their post orgasm high. When they recovered they pulled out of the ruined straight ass and left, laughing. When the men were gone, Marcus and Fabian didn’t say anything to each other as they stood up and walked to the showers. They washed off all evidence of what happened from their huge bodies. It was actually like nothing happened as they walked out of the gym. The memories are completely done from their minds.
“Awesome workout, man. Even feeling sore,” Marcus laughed as they gripped each other fists, in a bro shake.
“Yeah, man, it was great. See you tomorrow,” Fabian asked as he threw his gym bag over his mountainous shoulder.
“Sure, man. Damn, I’m so horny,” Marcus squeezed his cock through his blue track pants.
“I know what you mean, I’m going home and fuck my old lady,” Fabian laughed.
“Oh, officers, I'm so glad you are here. Come in,” the older man answered the door to his office.
“Doctor Sloan,” the taller officer asked as he stepped into the lavish furnished office. “you reported a break in?”
The two handsome police officers followed the doctor into his office. The office didn’t appear to be ransacked but a wall safe was opened and left empty.
“Yes, my research documents are missing,” the older man was visibly upset.
“Can you tell us when you notice they are gone,” the younger police officer, with the name badge of Torres, asked as he pulled out a notepad from his vest pocket. The doctor couldn’t help but notice the large muscular arms with the detailed tattoos stretched over the olive colored skin.
“Yes, I was having dinner with a client and afterwards stopped off here at the office to retrieve my briefcase when I noticed the safe was opened and my research files were gone.”
The doctor watched the taller officer, who’s name badge read Martinez, walked around the office. He admired how the uniform pants proudly hugged the officer’s long powerful legs and nice round ass. The doctor turned his large ring on his hand.
“What kind of research are you conducting,” Martinez asked as he inspected the safe.
“Mind control,” the doctor replied.
“Mind control,” Torres repleted.
“Oh, yes. Like this,” he quickly reached out, squeezed the back of Torres’ muscular neck, injecting a small needle from his ring into the thick cords of muscles.
Torres instantly became immobile. His handsome head fell forward on his heavy bulletproof vest and his muscular arms hung limply at his sides.
“Well, I don’t see any sign of a break . . .” Martinez was unaware what was happening behind him. He turned and saw his partner immobile “What the . . .”
Before he could react, the doctor grabbed the back of his neck and injected him as well, completely entrancing the muscular police officer.
“Excellent, it worked a lot better than I had hoped,” the doctor freely walked around both helpless police officers. “Officers, can you both hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” their voices were deep but emotionless as they replied.
The doctor marveled at the thickness of both police officers’ arms. Torres’ arms were tattooed while Martinez’s was not, but both were equally strong and defined. He wondered if they workout together, pushing each other to be bigger and stronger.
“You both will obey me completely. The more you obey the more blissfully submissive and aroused you become. It feels so good to do as I tell you. Do you understand,” the doctor ran his hands over each police officer's bare arms.
“Yes, sir. Feel good to obey,” the two police officers each responded.
“Good, you will tell me the truth. Have either of you had sex with other men,” the doctor moved his hands to each officer’s thick neck.
“Yes, sir,” both police officers surprised the doctor with their answer.
“Really,” the Doctor stepped back.
“Yes sir, we sometimes had let gay men out of tickets if they give us a blow job,” Martinez answered.
“Yes, fags give good blow jobs,” Torres added.
“Have you ever returned the favor,” he moved his hands down Torres v shape back.
Both answered in unison, “no, sir, we are straight.”
“I see. Officer Torres and Martinez, give me your guns and cell phones. When you do so you will fall more blissfully submissive and obedient to me. Serving and obeying me is your only desire.”
The two police officers paused at first when they were told to hand over their guns. All of their training told them never to give up their service weapon. However, they eventually obediently handed over their guns. “Yes, master,” they both responded in unison.
“Very good,” he took their weapons and cell phones from their outstretched hands. “Now, I want you two to turn to face each other and make out. Kiss each other as if you both are deeply in love. The only person you love more than each other is your master,” the Doctor sat on the edge of his desk.
The two masculine police officers turned to face each other and began to make out. They grabbed and groped each other’s muscular arms as their tongues parted each other’s lips and probed their mouths. Martinez groaned deeply into Torres’s mouth as he reached down and grabbed the shorter officer’s plump bubble ass in the fitted uniform pants. Torres in return grabbed the back of the taller officer’s head pulling him deeper into the kiss. The two masculine men were groaning and moaning as their crotches grew harder in their uniforms. Meanwhile the doctor was using their cell phones to record the two straight alpha cops making out. This would ensure their obedience if the programming doesn’t take hold.
“Good officers, you can stop for now,” the doctor ordered and both police officers separated from each other. “You both look very athletic and competitive. Are you competitive with each other?”
“Yes, sir,” both officers responded.
“I bench heavier than Torres,” Martinez proudly added.
“I squat more,” Torres boast.
There is nothing easier than to manipulate competitive men’s egos.
“Good, we are going to have a little competition. First, is to see which one of you would make the better stripper. You both have the looks to be one,” the doctor took in their hard bodies in their uniforms. “You would both dance and strip down to only your socks, boots, and gun belts. The sexist and hottest dancer will win.”
“Yes, sir,” both masculine police officers responded.
“Good,” the doctor turned on his sound system and music began to fill the room. “You can begin,” the doctor then sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
The two muscular younger men began to seductively move to the music as they began to unzip and remove their vests. The heavy bulletproof vests did nothing to diminish their muscular torsos that stretched the uniform shirts under them. Torres looked like he did it before as he moved his hips to the music. He kept his eyes on the doctor as he reached under his gun belt and unfastened the pants belt. Pulling the belt out of the loops he then saddled the doctor’s lap, putting the belt around the older man’s neck. He moved his hips back and forth to the music as the doctor reached up and ran his hands over the police officer’s muscular, shirt covered torso. When the doctor tried to unbutton the shirt, the teasing cop/stripper pulled away. He turned his wide back to the doctor and undid his pants. He then pulled them down over his plump bubble ass, bending over as he did so. His black briefs were tight around the perfectly modeled ass.
Not to be outdone by his partner, Officer Martinez grabbed the sides of his uniform pants and pulled hard until they ripped down both sides. He then waved the remains of the ruined pants in the air and before tossing them. His cock was hard as it stretched the front of his white briefs. He spun around as he reached back and pulled his briefs deep between his tight, smooth buttocks, turning the briefs into a makeshift thong. The tall officer then danced over to the doctor and proceeded to give the older man a lap dance. He grinds his tight, firm ass against the doctor’s bulging crotch while removing his shirt. Martinez could only moan and continued to grind his ass as he felt the doctor’s hard, covered cock poking between his muscular cheeks.
Both officers had strong, well developed legs, with chisel defined quads and wide hamstrings. Meanwhile, Torres was still moving to the music as he slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt and peeled it down his thick arms. He then gripped the neck hole of the pure white t-shirt and pulled, ripping it with all his might. His bare torso was exquisite, with large smooth, round pecs, with huge nipples. The tattoos that ran up each thick arm continued across his pecs, forming a swooping eagle. His entire chest and chisel 6 pack was smooth, with deep v cut lines heading into his tiny black briefs.
Martinez pulled his shirt open as he wrigged his incredible muscular ass and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chest was leaner than Torres’s but with hard firm nipples. A tattoo of an eagle, inside a laurel wreath, graced his left pec. A thin treasure trail ran from his outie belly button and disappeared into his briefs. The doctor reached his hands around the police officer and cupped his large firm pecs. Martinez threw his head back and continued to grind his ass on the doctor’s crotch, as the older man kissed the middle of his wide back up to his thick neck and mountainous shoulders.
Torres turned his back to the doctor then hooked his thumbs under his gun belt and inside his briefs and pulled the briefs down. He bent all the way forward as he pulled them down to his ankles, exposing his smooth tan ass, and the tiny tight manpussy that laid buried between his plump ass cheeks. He then turned to displayed his fat hard cock. He looked so sexy in just his gun belt and boots.
The doctor pushed on the middle of Martinez’s back, pushing the police officer toward the ground. Martinez’s long legs wrapped around the chair as he supported himself with his muscular arms on the carpeted floor. The doctor smiled as watched Martinez move his ass up and down in front of him, wriggling it. He laughed as he then slapped each smooth ass cheek. Martinez was moaning loudly as he was being spanked. With the police officer bracing himself on the floor and his ass in the air, the doctor grabbed the cop’s briefs and pulled at them. The cotton briefs finally gave way as he ripped them off the police officer's ass. Martinez’s ass was as sculpted as Torres’s but pale white to Torres’s tan ass. A light, dusting of hair laid between the deep valley of his ass cheeks. After another hard slap from the doctor, Martinez stood up and discarded the ruined briefs. His cock wasn’t as fat as Torres’s but was still impressive and hard.
The two police officers were going to serve him well.
Ariestiles chapter 6
Prince Isassius at the end wasn’t as brave that’s he had appeared to be. King Korrd tried to withdraw the name of his beloved son from the list of potential tributes to J’ong-Ra, but the common people of Bythos would not have any of it. On the day before the winter solstice, a mob of people stormed the palace and found the prince hiding, dressed like a maiden under his bed. The dress was ripped from his muscular body and Isassius was dragged naked from the palace by the angry mob. His bare powerful legs and arms struggling against his own people’s grips. With only a leather knelt wrapped around his lean waist, the handsome prince was sent off toward the mountain top temple complex. For the first time in his Isassius was scared as he stepped foot in the gardens of the monastery. He knew the lavish gardens and monastery should have been in ruins, having personally led the army in burning them. Instead he found the gardens alive and flourishing just like the day that Medusus foolishly declared his love for him. Isassius walked cautiously to the edge of the unspoiled lake. The only sounds around him were the cascading waterfall and the singing birds. He was so thirsty as he knelt by the clear water. Isassius dipped his hand into the water and cupped out a palm full of water. He drank and then splashed the water onto his dirty face and long disarrayed hair. Then, through the water, he saw the reflection of Medusus standing behind him. The prince sprung onto his feet and turned around. His eyes fell upon the Gordon priest's eyes. All strength and will power faded from the prince as he stared deeper into the pale priest’s eyes.
“Relaxed,” Medusus’ voice penetrated deep inside Isassius’ mind without him saying a word, as the priest touched the prince’s muscular chest.
Medusus had been gifted the power that Gordon priests would normally spend their entire lives to achieve and master. The priest’s touch, that once revolted him, sent a wave of pleasure though Isassius’s muscular body. All thought stopped as Medusus’ hand traveled down Isassius' chisel abs. The prince’s phallus grew hard, tenting his leather kilt. Isassius couldn’t protest as Medusus gripped his hard, throbbing cock and led the entranced prince out of the gardens and up the stairs that ascended by the waterfall to the temple itself. Isassius’ mind grew more and more fuzzier as Medusus led him. Medusus smirked evilly as he tightened his grip on the mindless prince’s manhood. He had long dreamed of holding the warrior prince’s cock in his hand. Isassius’ sexual powerness became a legend among the women of Bythos. Now it and the handsome prince were his to control and use. Isassius' mind was blank and was unable to stop Medusus from doing whatever he pleased.
Finally they arrived at the temple. By than Isassius’ cock was leaking large amounts of precum on to Medusus’ fist. The great hall was illuminated from grand bronze burners. The flames of the blazers danced and reflected on the great white marble and gold statue of J’ong-Ra which dominated the end of the long chamber. The statue of the god appeared youthful and athletic as it sat on his gold detailed throne. Before the statue stood a marble altar, with sculpted frescoes of homosexual orgies among gods and men.
“Bend over the altar,” Medusus ordered.
“Yes, master,” Isassius’ responded. He felt so blissfully good as he obeyed.
He bent over the cold altar, pressing his hard cock against the marble. Medusus then lifted Isassius’ kilt and exposed the warrior prince’s flawless sculpted buttocks. It was beautiful and full, two perfect round glutes. Such buttocks were the inspiration of numerous statues of gods and heroes. Isassius had prided himself of never taking another man’s phallus up his tight buttocks. However, now he is obediently bent over offering his ass to the man he once considered inferior and disgusting. Medusus opened his robe and revealed his large, long cock. Thanks to J’ong-Ra Medusus once smaller cock was transformed and morphed into the thick, long snake like cock. Medusus gripped Isassius’ narrow waist and aimed his massive phallus at the virgin hole. With a grunt, he pushed into the prince. Isassius screamed as his tight anal muscles were ripped open and he was token for the first time. His blue eyes rolled back into his head as he cried out. It wasn’t pain that he was experiencing. Medusus had blocked out all senses in the younger prince’s mind except pure pleasure.
Medusus gripped a fist full of Isassius' hair and pulled his head up, “look at J’ong, show him how much you enjoy being his sacrifice.”
“Yyyess,” Isassius cried out.
Medusus was enjoying his revenge as he ravish the muscular prince’s buttocks. He pulled out and slammed back in, causing the warrior to cry out louder. Each time he thrust back in he went deeper and harder. Medusus then pulled out and easily flipped the muscular Isassius onto his back. Isassius cock was rock hard as it stood in the air. The prince’s eyes widened as he saw for the first time, the sear size of the cock that deflowered him. Medusus then lifted those powerful legs of Isassius. He remembered the jests among the younger men of the palace, that no one could defeat Isassius's thighs. Medusus smirked as he threw them on his bonely shoulders and thrusted back into his prince. Isassius threw his head back on the cold stone altar and moaned loudly. He found his legs wrapping around the priest, turned sorcerer, and pulling Medusus’ deeper into him. Medusus eyes remained locked on Isassius as he pounded in and out of the prince’s whole. The longer Isassius returned his glaze the more the mindless the handsome prince became. Soon nothing was remaining in the muscular shell.
The tightness of Isassius’s buttocks and the power he had over him was driving Medusus over the edge. He rammed deep into Isassius and yelled, “praise J’ong-Ra!”
Medusus never came so hard. His cum boiled out of Isassius ruined buttocks as he pulled out. Isassius was on the edge, feeling the warm seed fill him. However, instead of letting the man he once desired to come, Medusus touched Isassius’s thick, tattooed pecs. Suddenly, at his touch the skin began to grow pale and hard. Moving out from his touch, the warrior prince’s flesh grew hard. It moved down the mighty torso, turning flesh to stone. His huge, thick arms became heavy and unable to move. Then Isassius’ groomed beard and long flowing hair grew stiff and unmoving. All life as Isassius previously knew it stopped. He had become a statue, unable to move or think, until Medusus chose to fuck him again.
SKINTRADE GYM
“Dude, this gym is awesome. We don’t have to wear shirts and can even workout in our underwear if we want,” Carlos said to his friend Scott as they peeled off their shirts.
“I know, man. Feel so less restrictive working out without all the clothes, and you can show off all your pump and gains,” Scott flexed in the mirror.
“Manny,” Carlos called over to his cousin.
“Carlos, what up,” Manny stepped off the elliptical trainer and draped a towel over his head to cool down.
The two college jocks stared in awe and envy as the muscular stud walked toward them. Manny’s tiny bikini briefs were already soaked with sweat and were virally see through. He mattered while be naked, as the skimpy briefs had his body on full display. He had recently started using the gym’s hair removal service to permanently remove all of his body hair from the neck down and he loved the results. His flawless muscles were more pronounced and unobstructed than ever.
Carlos looked up to his older cousin for a long time and tried to copy Manny in every way, even dressing like him, getting the same tattoos, and following his workout. People thought they were brothers instead of cousins. Manny's body was muscular and shredded with a tattoo adoring his right pec and shoulder. Manny had just joined the police force in town and Carlos hoped to follow in his footsteps. Upon joining the force Manny was instantly offered a free membership to the exclusive man only gym, SkinTrade. Manny couldn’t stop talking about how great the gym was especially after his new membership orientation. He even arranged for Carlos and Carlos’ friend Scott to get a free membership after telling the manager that they were captains of the university’s soccer team. The two jocks weren’t so keen on a men only gym at first but after Manny arranged an orientation for them, the soccer stars became enchanted with the gym. They didn’t remember anything about their orientation nor their first day at the gym but it didn’t matter. It felt so good to workout there, the freedom to wear as little as a guy wanted and no rules. Manny picked up the can of free complimentary Alpha-B energy drink and chugged the drink. Carlos and Scott did the same, Carlos loved copying his cousin. The three muscle boys began to flex and pose in the mirror. Their bodies felt pumped as their veins expanded with the Alpha-B. Even their cocks stirred in their underwear, becoming noticeable. However, they didn’t care as they felt so blissfully relaxed.
“Manny, how's your workout,” a heavy set man walked over to the three studs, and placed his hand on Manny’s back.
“Great, Mr. Grant,” Manny smiled as the older man squeezed his right deltoid.
“Who this,” Grant's eyes traveled down Carlos and Scott’s lean bodies.
“This is my cousin Carlos, and his teammate, Scott. They are new here,” Manny brimmed with pride.
The older man extended his left hand, “well, good looks definitely run in your family.”
Carlos blush as he returned the handshake, “thank you sir.”
“Very impressive,” the older man shaked Scott’s hand as his eyes roamed over the soccer player’s lean body.
“Manny, are you finished with your workout,” Grant turned his attention back to Manny, while running his hands down the smooth muscular back.
“Yes, sir,” Manny answered back. His masculine voice was low and respectful.
“Good, why don’t we have a spin in one of the private rooms,” Grant gave one of Manny’s ass cheeks a squeeze.
The normally straight Latin cop didn’t make any objections as his ass was groped, “Yes, sir.” Manny turned toward Carlos, “I’ll be back.”
Manny then went off with Mr Grant's arm draped over his shoulders. The two soccer jocks returned to flexing, posing and working out. Manny felt so blissful as the older man led him into one of the small rooms that was available to the paying members of the gym. Each room was decorated differently, each with its own theme. As soon as Mr. Grant closed the door behind them, he gripped Manny’s muscular left arm and turned the younger man around. The normally alpha male Latino with all of his macho bravo, looked submissively at the older man.
“Damn you are such a sexy bitch,” the older man whispered as he reached out and started to twist Manny’s hard nipples.
“Ohh,” Manny moaned as his nipples were twisted and pinched. His cock began to grow more harder in the tiny briefs.
“Get on your knees,” the man ordered,
“Yes, sir,” Without protest the off duty cop knelt down before the older man. Manny then placed his hands behind his head, flexing his large biceps and chisel triceps.
“Beautiful, you are definitely one of my favorite bitches here. But I definitely would have to try out your sexy little cousin,” Mr. Grant laughed as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
“Yes, sir,” Manny responded before opening his mouth and taking the fat cock.
If he was outside of SkinTrade, the thought of sucking another man’s cock would anger and sicken the straight, macho Latin cop. However, inside the gym the programming he reached during orientation kicked in. He was nothing but a plaything to the rich paying members of the gym. In return for their free membership younger muscle studs would mindlessly pleasure the rich members. All thought of their straight lives outside of the gym was forgotten as they became blissfully submissive and obedient to the rich men's perverted tastes.
Manny didn’t gag as he took the thick cock all the way down his throat. His gag reflex had been trained out of him. As he worked his tongue and lips over the other man’s cock, his own was rock hard and pushing itself out of his tiny underwear.
“Yeah, that’s a good cocksucker,” Grant moaned as he gripped Manny’s black hair.
Manny kept his hands locked behind his hands as his handsome face was fucked. He was coating the cock with drool and saliva, getting it slick and lubed.
Mr. Grant didn’t want to cum in Manny’s mouth. His ass was way too good not to fuck, the older had always commented on Manny’s well developed ass. Pulling Manny off his cock by his hair, Grant led the muscular Latin cop over to a sling that hung from the room ceiling. Manny just stood there, as Mr. Grant grabbed the tiny briefs and pulled them down the long muscle packed legs. Manny’s tan ass was tight and flawless. The first thing he did when arriving at the gym and removing his police uniform, was to lube up his exquisite ass. It was one of the most high in demand asses in the gym and he was guaranteed to get fucked each day. Mr. Grant proceeded to secure Manny’s arms and ankles to the cuffs that were attached to the sling. His legs were opened wide and high in the air, revealing his throbbing cock, full heavy, smooth balls, and smooth muscle manpussy. The stud’s hole was so tempting, as Mr. Grant stroked his own cock. He enjoyed the look of the helpless muscle stud, cuffed to the sling, unable to move. The look of mindless submissiveness in Manny’s sexy dark eyes. Mr. Grant was so horny that he couldn’t wait. He aimed his cock at the inviting man hole and pushed in with a deep grunt. Manny let out a loud moan as he was penetrated. Grant was loving the look on the handsome masculine face as he rammed in and out of Manny’s ass. Manny’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the cock pounded his prostate. The Latin stud’s impressive cock was leaking and jerking wildly as the invading cock was plowing in and out of him. Sweat was pouring over the ripped, flexing and bulging muscles. Despite getting fucked daily at the gym, Manny’s ass was still tight and gripped Grant’s cock like a vice. Grant rammed all the way into the tight ass and paused, savoring the hot anal muscles. Then Grant let out another loud grunt as he came deep inside Manny’s hole. Manny felt the warm seed filling deep inside him.
Meanwhile, Scott and Carlos finished their workout and went into the locker room. Scott was about to join Carlos in the sauna when he stopped to admire his recent gains in the mirror. He's been coming to SkinTrade every day since Manny arranged their free membership, and started seeing great improvements to his body. He been so blissfully focused during workouts, he left everything outside the gym, all stress, worries, concerns. He was about to take a selfie of his progress, when an older man passed behind him. The man’s hand brushed against Scott’s ass in the tight compression underwear, sending a striver up the jock’s spine. The man smiled at him through the mirror, and the sexy soccer jock grew submissive. His cock hardened in his underwear as he turned and followed the older man into the sauna. He showed no emotion as he walked in on Carlos getting fucked. The Latin soccer player was bent over the sauna bench with his muscular ass in the air as an older man pounded his tight hole from behind. Carlos was moaning in pleasure as he took the cock deep inside him. All thoughts of his girlfriend and his straight life were gone, as Scott obediently knelt before the older man and pulled out the stranger’s cock.
“You straight jocks are so sexy,” the man moaned as he grabbed Scott by the hair and began to fuck the jock’s handsome face.
Scott was so blissful as he sucked and worshiped the cock. His own 9” cock was rock hard in his Nikepro underwear as pre-cum soaked through the thin material. Carlos’s deep moans echoed in the background as he continued to get fucked. The man plowing Carlos’s ass let out a deep grunt as he came deep inside the tight bubble ass. The man fucking Scott’s ass was so turned on by his mouth and the sounds of the other man cumming that he pulled out of Scott’s mouth and shot his load onto the handsome masculine boy’s face.
When the three muscle boys left the gym, they returned to their straight, alpha selfs. They have no memories of getting fuck and used, they only remembered an awesome workout.
ARIESTILES CHAPTER 5
The journey from Bythos to the temple was a day journey but treacherous. Ariestiles had to give up his horse halfway up the slope due to the rough conditions of the ancient road. He left the warmth of Bythos’ valley and was greeted with the cold deafening howling winds that whipped around the mountain. He pulled his cape around his body to shelter himself from the cold but to no avail. The cold wind and snow pounded against his body so hard that even his bones were cold. The road up the mountain turned into a path then into crumbling steps. His powerful legs tried to balance himself on the narrow rocky path as the wind and snow pounded him from all sides. One slip and he would fall hundreds of feet to his death.
The ancient path suddenly approached a cave, whose entrance was sculpted into a great arch flanked by columns, etched out of the stone of the mountain. By each column were statues of handsome warriors standing guard. They were naked and their impressive phallus stood straight out. Both looked as if they were sculpted from the purest marble by the most brilliant masters of all time. Every detail was flawless. Ariestiles knew he had reached the entrance to the temple. He drew his sword and entered the cave cautiously. The cave was pitch black and he had to make his way by mere touch. As he went deeper into the tunnel, the sound of the wind slowly faded and instead he started to hear the sound of running water in the distance. A light grew visible in the distance out of the pitch blackness. As Ariestiles proceeded toward the light, it grew brighter and the air began to grow warmer.
Ariestiles couldn't believe his eyes as he emerged from the cave. He was standing in what appeared to be a crater at the top of the mountain. A lust jungle surrendered a pool of crystal clear water which was fed by a great waterfall running down from the north side of the crater’s wall. Birds and insects were chirping in the background, a pleasant change of the howling winds outside of the paradise. In fact, Ariestiles thought he was indeed transferred to distant paradise.
On the rocks by the edge of the lake stood, frozen in time, a muscular prince of Bythos. His long mane of hair, chiseled in stone, appeared to flow down to his muscular shoulders. The prince’s beautiful face was perfectly etched in stone, down to the trim manly beard. Even the details of the kilt wrapped around the warrior’s waist was impeccable. Ariestiles eyes grew with fear. He remembered the legends about the ancient Gordans priests, which Medusus had descended from. They were said to have the ability to make a man their slave by merely looking into their eyes and make a man into a statue of stone by a mere touch. Ariestiles spun around, drawing his sword and shield for battle. Then he heard the wicked laugh, a horrible, terrifying screech. Ariestiles turned in the direction of the screeching, but it was coming from all sides of him.
Medusus moved in the shadows around the lake, taunting the warrior. Foolish youth, Medusus hissed as he moved around the jungle, getting so close to Ariestiles without the younger man sensing him. The old sorcerer was impressed by Ariestiles’ beauty. The bare thighs were large and powerful and the arms thick and well defined. He could even make out the perfectly formed buttocks as the armor apron rose from the the side as the warrior turned in search for him. The muscles were tense for battle.
This garden has always been Medusus’ favorite in greeting each year’s tribute. He always thought it was fitting that Isassius would be present when he took a new slave each year. Isassius, the prince who now adores the rocks on the edge of the lake, was the first tribute to the god J’ong-Ra. Medusus was in love with the muscular prince and desired him more than any man. The sorcerer was born with bitter bones and walked with a limp. He was considered deformed and therefore an outcast. Unfit for military service he turned to the priesthoods. With his desires for other men he was drawn to the ancient worship of J’ong-Ra and his Gordon priesthood. The Gordon’s taught him many forbidden secrets. When he wasn’t studying the ancient texts and mastering the magic of the Gordon’s, the deformed priest would watch the brave prince with lust, as Isassius practiced daily for battle. He admired the smooth, flowing muscles of Prince Isassius, as he wrestled and trained naked. His great mane of blonde hair flying in the wind. His incredible muscles would be covered in a thin layer of sweat. It was said that few could escape the power of Isassius’ thighs.
Each year, on the day of the festival of J’ong-Ra, the royal family of Bythos journeyed to the temple and monastery high on top of Mount Bythia. Medusus once again stood in awe as Isassius stood in his father's place for the ritual ceremonies. King Korrd, Isassius’ father, was distancing himself from the worship of J’ong-Ra, and was embracing the new cults of Apollo and Zeus. Isassius looked so beautiful with his muscular bare chest and the pure white toga wrapped around his lean waist, that the youthful priest of J’ong-Ra got the courage to approach the prince and bare his love for him. Isassius has always been kind to Medusus. Isassius stood in silence for a while, and then to Medusus’ horror, roared in laughter at the weak, deformed priest. Medusus was humiliated as the muscular Isassius belittled him in front of everyone.
Upon hearing of the incident, King Korrd mock outraged over his son’s “disgrace” at being propositioned by a perverted priest. Using the incident to secure the support of the new cults, Korrd ordered all of J’ong-Ra’s temples closed and statues destroyed. He even had the indignity of pillaging the rich monastery and great temple high on top of Mount Bythia. Hundreds of Gordon priests were slaughtered.
It was two nights later that Medusus emerged from his hiding spot he found the once beautiful temple ransacked and in ruins. Medusus limped into the temple’s inner chamber and knelt before the seated statue of J’ong-Ra. A storm was brewing heavily over the mountain and Bythos, with loud thundering and bright lightening. The lightning flashes illuminated the temple interior and the white statue of the god. The statue was of the nude younger man sitting, with its thick phallus standing proud from its lap.
“Oh, great lord J’ong-Ra, bring me the strength to avenge the humiliation that the people of Bythos reaped on you,” Medusus cried out at the statue.
The thunder and lightning grew more intense and louder. A voice came from all around him. It was clear and powerful, but Medusus was not afraid. “Go and avenge me. I give you the secret knowledge of the Gordon’s and my power, including that of long life. Take the Cylon and ravish those that betrayed me and humiliated you.”
From the sky a great winged creature flew into the temple. Although the creature was horrific, Medusus felt no fear as he mounted the creature and flew out into the night. The great creature swooped down upon the unexpecting people of Bythos, raining death and destruction on the city and fields that surrounded it. The fires, set by the Cylon, were so intense and massive that they blocked out the sun for thirty days. The once beautiful, thriving city was reduced to ruins. King Korrd and his beautiful son prince Isassius prayed to their new gods for help but none came to help. Each day the Cylon returned and rained more destruction down on the poor people.
On the fifth day, the King and his prince met with the High Council. The once great hall was in disarray as statues of Apollo, Aries, Hera, and Zeus lay broken on the floor from the previous day's attack. The king sat in defeat as his senators yelled and denounced him. They pleaded to him to call for help from neighboring kingdoms or abandon the city. However, the truth was that the Cylon was not allowing anyone to leave the valley, massagers nor common man. Suddenly the burnt bronze doors of the great hall were thrown open with great force, as a small man in the long dark hooded cloak of a Gordon priest entered the hall, the hood concealing his face. Isassius jumped in front of his father with a sword drawn. He looked so brave in his gold armor as he stood to defend his king, his powerful bare legs and arms poised for battle. Two guards on each side of the stranger tried to rush the intruder but with a mere wave of the man’s hands, the guards were sent flying across the hall.
“Hear me, King Korrd,” the stranger’s voice was loud and booming as it echoed off the walls of the great hall. “You have offended the god J’ong-Ra and his retribution will continue until the people of Bythos repay him for their treachery. In five days, on the winter solstice, the holy day of J’ong-Ra and his brother Kronos, the most handsome of your warriors must be sent to the temple as tribute to the god. Thereafter, every year on that day the tribute must be repeated, or the Cylon will return and completely destroy Bythos to the last man, woman, and infant. The Cylon will not attack until then but if no tribute is received at the great temple on mount Bytha by the morning after the solstice then the Cylon will return.”
The king pushed past Isassius but before he could speak, the robed figure was gone.
The cowering senators stood and began to shout, “you heard him. A tribute must be offered.”
“You brought this on us for angering the god.”
“There is only one choice on who the first sacrifice must be,” a senator yelled.
Defeatedly Korrd turned and placed his hand on Isassius’ shoulder for support. His fingers gently stroked the younger man’s long hair. The choice was obvious to everyone. Isassius was the fairest and most muscular of the warriors of Bythos, and it was fitting that the son of the king that angered the god would be the first sacrifice.
Jessie didn’t bother putting his shirt on when he left his MMA gym, all he cared about was getting home and fucking his wife. He been so fucking horny. He knew however that he needed to stop and get gas before he could head home. Jessie was glad he was still wearing a tight jockstrap under his shorts, from the MMA practice, when he got out of his truck. His truck was all rigged up with big wheels that required him to jump in and out of the cab. He knows what people say about short guys that drove trucks like that but he really didn’t care. Yes, Jessie often thought, he was one of those short, tattooed, redneck guys. His shorts hung low on his lean waist showing off his smooth torso and the deep v cuts of his lower flat stomach that disappeared into his shorts. His tattoos and unshaven face made him look intimidating and tough. Jessie paid at the pump and lifted the hose and put it into the tank when he noticed a car pulling up to the pump behind him. The guy nodded his head toward Jessie. Jessie in return nodded and turned his attention back to the pump. He kept having the feeling he was being watched. Every time he turned he noticed the older man smiling at him while filling up his own car.
“Nice trucks you have,” the man said.
“Thanks,” Jessie grunted back. He wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. He suddenly felt underdressed in his shorts.
“Good mileage,” the man moved closer to the truck.
“It's decent. It gets the work done,” Jessie wishes the tank would fill quicker as the man moved closer to him.
“It's a nice manly work truck,” the man leaned against the side of the truck. His eyes looked Jessie over. The man was taller than Jessie but Jessie was a lot more muscular. “You have a lot of beautiful tattoos. Very beautiful and detailed.”
“Excuse me,” Jessie suddenly was aware that they were alone at the station.
“You have a nice strong body. That body of yours definitely is more than just for show isn’t it,” the stranger laughed.
Jessie found his cock stirring in his jockstrap as he turned red. He was so glad that the pump kicked off, indicating that the tank was filled. He pulled the hose from the truck and put it back in the pump.
“Thanks, I have to get going,” Jessie turned and opened his truck door.
He put one foot on the run board when he felt the man behind him, “you don’t have to go right now do you?”
The man started to rub the silky shorts over his firm, tight ass, sending a striver through Jessie’s body as he found himself unable to move.
“Yes, a very nice, compact body you have there,” the man whispered in his ear.
Jessie wanted to protest and punched the gay man but instead he just stood there, one leg cocked up, stopping in mid step from getting into the truck. Instead of a yell to get the hand off his ass, Jessie let out a deep moan.
He felt the man’s breath on the back of his bare neck, “you are a tough looking stud.”
The stranger noticed the MMA gym bag on the passenger seat of the truck, “you are an MMA fighter.”
“Yes, sir,” Jessie was breathing heavily as the man moved his hands up his smooth ripped back.
“I can tell with that body. You fighters are suck hot studs,” the man whispered.
Jessie was getting harder in his jock. He couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by another man. He wasn’t gay, never had a gay thought. He had wrestled and fought guys that were 100 times fitter and more muscular than that stranger and never had a single hard on or stirring. Now he was sporting an embarrassing hard on. He saw cars pulling in and leaving the station yet no one could see them.
The stranger traced his finger over the detailed tattoos on his right arm and shoulders. The more the man touched him the more Jessie was unable to think or move. His mind was screaming that he wasn’t gay but he was so had.
“Please,” Jessie whispered, his normally masculine voice shaken.
A woman was only a few feet away from them, filling her gas tank, totally unaware.
“Ssshh, relax, baby,” the stranger whispered into Jessie’s ear as he placed a hand on his ripped upper back and gently pushed Jessie forward.
Tears were welling in his eyes as he was bent flat on the driver’s seat. In one quick motion, the stranger pulled down Jessie’s shorts, revealing his smooth, tight ass.
“Man, that is a beautiful ass,” the stranger ran his hands over the flawless jock framed ass.
With both hands he spread the tight muscular ass cheeks. Jessie had never been touched like that. He wanted to fight, cry, but he just stayed bent over the seat, his tattooed arms stretched out in front of him. Jessie felt pressure on his hole as the man pushed a finger into him. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
“You are a tight little thing,” the man laughed.
Jessie buried his face into the leather seats to muffle his moan. The stranger was pushing his finger deeper into Jessie and began to stroke his insides. The man then pushed in a second finger and began to move them both in and out, stretching the tight inner anal muscles open.
“The minute I pulled up to the pump and saw you standing their looking so tough and sexy, I know you would be a hot fuck,” the man laughed.
Jessie could only grunt as he felt the man spreading the fingers in his ass, stretching and loosening him.
“Please. I’m straight,” Jessie protested.
“Now, now. That is why I chose you. Straight studs like you are always the best fucks. So macho and tight.”
Finally the stranger pulled his fingers out of Jessie’s hole. Jessie prayed that it was over with, but deep down he knew it wasn’t. He heard the man undid his belt and pants behind him. Jessie dug his fists into the car seat, bracing himself for what came next. He then felt something thick, pressing against his still tight hole. Horror set in as his mind raced. He knew it was the man’s cock and it felt huge.
The man leaned forward and whispered, “just relax. You will feel only pleasure.”
The man pushed forward. Jessie closed his eyes, but instead of intense pain, he felt only pure pleasure. His eyes shot open as they rolled back into his head. The thick cock pushed deeper into him, stretching his tiny hole. However, Jessie just wanted it deeper. He wanted to moan but didn’t want to draw attention to himself. The stranger then eased out of him and then thrust back. Each time the man pulled out and thrust back in he pushed deeper and further into the once cocky stud. Jessie’s prostate was getting rammed over and over, hard. Jessie’s lean, tight muscles were bulging and flexing under the hard pounding. He realized he was built for this. All the hard manual work, the intense MMA training sessions, made him perfect for getting fucked. This is how men should fuck. He began to push backward, wanting more of the man’s cock. His tight tattooed body was covered in sweat. His cock was rock hard and pushed itself out from the tight jockstrap, as it oozed pre-cum onto the truck seat.
He could still hear cars pulling and leaving the stations, gas being pumped, people talking, but it didn’t matter. He has never been so blissfully happier.
The man leaned still closer to him until his hairy, sweaty torso was laying on Jessie’s smooth, sweat slicked back. Every muscle is visible, flexing. He whispered, “cum for me.”
It was like a switch was switched in his mind, Jessie let out a low deep moan and without touching himself he shot load after load under himself, on the truck’s leather seats. It was the most intense orgasm Jessie ever had. His entire body spasmed and tightened. His anal muscles began to flex and milk around the stranger’s cock. With a hard push the stranger rammed all the way up deep inside Jessie and with a grunt came inside the tough muscle stud.
The man gave the exhausted Jessie’s ass a slap as he pulled out his cock. Cum leaked out of the ruined hole. “Good boy,” the man whispered as he pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt.
Jessie could only grunt. Laughing, the man pulled Jessie’s shorts back up. After giving the now covered ass one last slap, the stranger walked back to his car and drove off. Once the stranger was gone, the sore Jessie pulled himself up into his truck and started his truck. He could feel the cum leaking through his shorts. He was embarrassed and also his cock grew hard again as he drove home.
RYAN
Ryan wasn’t the biggest guy in the gym, in fact he was rather twinkish and nerdy, with little muscles, but he was lean and definitely cocky, even arrogant. What he lacks in muscles he makes up for in brains. That in his opinion makes him superior to any of the muscle heads in the gym. He goes to the gym every morning to keep his body lean. Instead of lifting weights like the bodybuilders, like the ones he made fun of behind their backs, he would do an hour of cardio.
Ryan was also a successful lawyer, graduating from Harvard, a fact that he made sure everyone knows. Upon graduating he joined a prestigious law firm and was on his way to be the youngest person to make partner in the firm’s history. He is already dressing the part. Ryan loved to look good, and took extra care that his suits were impeccable.
One day when he arrived at work, the chief partner requested to see him. Ryan knocked on the door of the lavish executive suite, “you wanted to see me Mr. Giles?”
“Yes, Ryan come in,” the older lawyer rose from his leather seat behind his large desk.
Mr. Albright, another senior partner, turned in his chair and acknowledged Ryan, “have a seat.”
Ryan took the seat beside Albright.
Mr. Giles set back down, “Mr. Donovan Stewart is our biggest client and he is in town this weekend. He is requesting several of our younger associates to show him a good time. We want you to make sure that Mr. Stewart is happy and has a good but safe time. You are always an level headed younger man and we can trust you in keeping Mr. Stewart from getting into any embarrassing situations.”
Ryan wasn’t exactly happy to be a babysitter to a rich, old pervert like Donovan Stewart but he couldn’t exactly refuse either. He knew men like Stewart can make or break his future with the firm.
“I understand,” Ryan replied, obviously not totally thrilled.
“It would be good for you to mix and mingle with the other associates and loosen your tie. Mark and Jeremy already agreed,” Albright chimed in.
It just sounds worse by the minute. Mark and Jeremy were the firm’s muscle heads. Sometimes Ryan thought they only passed law school because of their looks, and rich families. Ryan considered the two loud muscle bound studs dumb and beneath him.
Friday, the partners allowed Ryan to leave work early to get ready for the night on the town with Mr. Stewart. He still wasn’t happy about it but he was still determined to look his best. Ryan might be straight and Mr. Stewart a old pervert gay man, he still wanted to look his best. He stopped off on his way home for a fresh haircut. When he got home, he showered and went through his closet. He finally decided on a stylist pair of black pants, form fitting white t-shirt and a black jacket. Ryan thought he looked good as he stood by the mirror and took a selfie. He posted it on his social media pages with the boost that he was entrusted to wine and dine the firm's biggest client.
When the stretched limousine arrived, Ryan rode with four other associates and Mr. Stewart. Ryan, Karan, and Rachael sit with their backs to the driver, while Mark and Jeremy were sitting on either side of the overweight Mr. Stewart. Mark and Jeremy were already drinking in the limousine as Mr. Stewart had a hand on each associate’s muscular slack covered thigh. Both Mark and Jeremy were straight, having had flirted and fucked almost every female associate at the firm, including Karan and Rachael, but neither was above flirting with old man Stewart. Mark even took off his suit jacket and showed off his big guns through his button up shirt by flexing his left arm. The girls giggled as Stewart squeezed both hands around the large bicep and squeezed it. That started a competition between Mark and Jeremy on who has bigger arms, as the blond Jeremy flexed his right arm in front of the older client. Ryan was disgusted by it and tried not to look their way, and kept his eyes looking out the limousine window. However, everytime he did turn his eyes toward Mr. Stewart, the older man would be smiling at him and even give Ryan a wrink.
They arrived at Rosco’s, an upscale gay club known for it’s male strippers and hypnotist shows. They were escorted to the VIP selection by the manager, who sent over the best strippers in the club to entertain Mr. Stewart. Soon Mr. Stewart had a muscle bound stripper in only thongs on each of his knees with his arms around their tight, muscular torsos. A stripper in a cop hat, boots, gun belt, and a yellow thong tried to give Ryan a lap dance, but he pushed the muscular dancer away.
“Lighten up Ryan, have fun,” Rachael laughed as she sat on Mark’s lap, running her hands through his dark hair.
“You know Ryan is a prude,” Mark laughed as he drank a beer.
Ryan wasn’t enjoying himself and began to drink one glass of expensive wine after another. He was trying to take the edge off. All he wanted was that night to end.
“Gentlemen, may I have your attention,” the club manager got on stage with a microphone. “Tonight we have the world's greatest hypnotist. He entertained kings and queens throughout Europe and is here tonight to awe you with his gifts. Gentlemen please give a standing applause for the Great Mesmerizo.”
The patrons of the club began to cheer and clap as the grey haired middle aged man in a black cape came on stage.
“As the night couldn’t get any better. Hypnosis is a bunch of rubbish,” Ryan spoke up a little too loud. He was feeling the effects of the drinks. “You can’t make anyone with any real intelligence do anything that they don’t want to do.”
Jeremy pulled his head from Karan’s breast, “you should volunteer and prove it.”
The group laughed. “Go on do it,” Karan edged him on.
“I give you guys five thousand each to volunteer, and Ryan if you prove that you can’t get hypotised then I give you another $10,000,” Mr. Stewart gave the two strippers on his lap a slap on their muscular bare ass and sent them away.
Ryan took another large drink from the wine glass, “deal!”
Ryan, Mark, and Jeremy volunteered at the Great Mesmerizo’s amusement.
When Ryan got on stage he boosted with a laugh, “do you worst.”
Ryan sat in the chair in the middle of the stage with Mark and Jeremy on either side of him. He looks runt compared to the more muscular Mark and Jeremy. Yet he was so confident and sure of himself as he sat with his arms folded.
The hypnotist pulled out a pair of dog tags and began to swing them back and forth. “Just focus on the chain and tags before you. Block out everything except my voice and the chain. As you focus you will become more and more relaxed. It feels so good just to relax. Let your mind open and let all your willpower fade away. Breathe in and out. relax.”
Ryan didn’t even realize he was breathing more heavily, his chest rising and falling.
“You are in such a blissful place. All you want to do is to obey and submit. It feels so good to surrender your consciousness to me.” The hypnotist then moved behind them and whispered into each younger man’s ear. He spent a longer time on Ryan, taking him deeper than his co-workers.
Finally the hypnotist moved back in front of them, “Now, when I say slut boys, you three will wake up and believe you are strippers here at the club. You will each perform and entertain the audience. You will let them do anything they want to you and you will enjoy it. Understand?”
“Yes, do anything they want,” the three straight men replied.
“Good, slut boys.” As on clue Mark, Jeremy, and Ryan woke up. Jeremy and Mark instantly began to dance and strip out of their clothes to the delight of the gay audience. Men began to grope and fodder their hard thick muscles.
As for Ryan, he left the stage and walked over to the VIP area. Karan and Rachael were laughing hilariously as Jeremy and Mark had stripped down to their briefs and were grinding their muscular ass against other men’s crotches. Ryan then saddled Mr. Stewart’s lap and began to peel off his jacket and lifted up his t-shirt. The older man ran his hand up Ryan’s smooth, tight stomach. Ryan grinds his ass against the man’s crotch. A part of Ryan’s mind knew what was happening and was humiliated but he was unable to stop himself from seductively giving Stewart a lap dance. He stood up and began to unbelt his black jeans, peeling them down his legs. He then turned around and shook his tight ass in his white briefs. He bent over and peeled the briefs down, revealing his tight ass.
Meanwhile, Mark and Jeremy were naked and was being fucked by a group of men. The hypnotist approached Karen and Rachael and whispered into their ears. He then escorted them out to the limousine. They had no ideal or concern that Mark and Jeremy were each moaning in pleasure as they took cocks down their throats and up their asses.
Ryan turned around and noticed Stewart’s cock was standing out of his pants. He then found himself kneeling before the older man and taking it into his mouth. It was the first cock he ever sucked. He began to gag and coughed, but the older man grabbed his head and guided it on and off it. Ryan’s glasses began to fog up as he tried to breathe. He was coating the cock with saliva and drool. Finally, Stewart pulled him off his cock and lifted Ryan up on his feet. He turned Ryan around and then pulled him down onto his cock. Ryan moaned loud as Stewart pushed his cock up his tight hole. Tears were running down his cheeks as he found himself moving up and down the thick cock. Stewart reached around Ryan and gripped his slim chest with one hand and his neck with his other hand. Mesmerizo came over and felt up Ryan’s smooth torso.
“You did very well,” Stewart moaned. “You earn your fee, Mesmerizo.”
Stewart then grunted and came deep inside Ryan. Feeling Mr. Stewart’s seed flooding up into him, Ryan’s cock was rock hard as he was driven over the edge. Ryan never came so hard.
ARIESTILES CHAPTER 4
On the day he was to depart for the mountain top temple, Ariestiles woke with his muscular arms wrapped around two maidens. He had fucked both women all night. Now they laid exhausted on either side of his shredded, lean body. Ariestiles stared up at the ceiling of the Bythos royal palace. Today he would do what no warrior including his own uncle, Hercules, had done. He will defeat the great sorcerer Medusus. He was the youngest man to take on this challenge but he is the son of Aries, the god of war. It only seemed natural that he would face the servant of the god that had briefly enslaved his own father and took him as a love. Aries never talks of his time with J’ong-Ra. In anticipation of his victory and being the first to succeed where many men and demigods had failed, made the youthful warrior hard. He rolled over on top of one of the sleeping maidens and pushed his phallus into her, waking her.
After, he finished fucking both maidens, Ariestiles prepared for his journey. As customary, Ariestiles was bathed by the city’s elders and members of the High Council in the royal baths. Etretius was among the men that attended to the hero. He stood by the edge of the pool’s steps holding the hero’s leather undergarment watching the older men wash Ariestiles' tall, lean muscles. As they washed him in the fragrant waters, the men also shaved the hero’s body smooth with a sharpened animal bone. When they were done, Ariestiles walked out of the water. His wet body was smooth from the neck down, the chisel muscles visible and unobstructed. His proud cock stood straight out from his smooth crotch. The men gathered around him and dried his body. Ariestiles stood tall as the men rubbed the silk clothes over his chisel muscles. He wasn’t embarrassed that he was displaying a hardon as the men touched, rubbed and dried him. Ariestiles was proud of his manhood and his virtuality. After he was dried he walked to the prince. Etretius tried to wrench his eyes from Ariestiles’s thick phallus as the hero walked toward him. Ariestiles smirked at the feminine prince but his eyes looked straight ahead. Ariestiles was arrogant as he tower over the prince. Etretius tried to willed his cock down as he proceeded to wrap the leather material tightly around Ariestiles chisel, lean waist and then over and under the muscular ass and between the hero’s thick legs. After Ariestiles’s pride phallus was tightly secured, the men then helped the warrior into his sandals, fastening them up his massive calves. They laced his leather chin and forearm guards. They then took his black, bronze armor and apron belt, lowering it over his bare torso and securing it tight around his waist. Finally his bright red cape was fastened to his shoulders. When he was finished being, King Draco III, handed Ariestiles Aries’s sword and the shield of his aunt, Athena. Then the royal precession escorted the hero out of the bath chambers and to the palace courtyard.
The people of Bythos cheered as the king stood with Ariestiles at his side at the top of the stairs to the palace’s main entrance.
Draco the III raised his hands into the air, “my people of Bythos, the gods had sent us a champion to defeat the evil sorcerer and bring an end to the horrors of the annual tribune to J’ong-Ra! I present to you Ariestiles, son of Aries, your champion!”
The people cheered even louder, throwing flowers toward the grand stairs. The king lifted Ariestiles' right arm into the air.
When the king lowered his arm, Ariestiles pulled out his father’s sword from the sheath and lifted it into the air, “the peaceful people of Bythos, I pledge to you that I will return to you with the head of Medusus and the corpse of his monster! Today is the last day that you will live in fear of the mountain and it’s false god!”
Ariestiles bathed in the cheers and awe of the people. However, no one in the crowd was delusional that he would return from the mountain. They had seen too many heroes over the century making the same promise and never returning from the mountain. He pulled on his black helmet and marched down the marble steps to mount his black stallion. His powerful, smooth thighs, exposed, nudged his horse into moving through the crowd. Men and women touched his bare legs as he passed them, some offering prayers while others did so, so they could say they were the last mortal to touch this year’s tribune to the god J’ong-Ra and his sorcerer.
High above the treacherous mountain, in his temple sanctuary, Medusus watched the cheering crowds as the arrogant youth riding out of the city’s northern gate toward the slopes of the mountain, through a magical pool of clear water,
“Ah, another pretty for J’ong-Ra’s collection” the ancient sorcerer laughed as he thrusted into another warrior who had once made that journey several years ago.
The warrior was bent over the edge of the marble well of the pool as the sorcerer rammed in and out of his muscular ass. The once proud Spartan warrior still wore his helmet that he had worn when he first arrived at the temple. His shredded, thick muscles were pumping, bulging, and flexing as the sorcerer’s evil phallus plowed into his ass. The warrior had no thought in his head, only pure pleasure as the snake-like cock stretched his hole and rammed his prostate. The thick layers of muscles on top of muscles were shaking and sweating under the sorcerer’s assault. Medusus was thrusting hard as he watched Ariestiles smooth, muscular thighs through the pool. He couldn’t wait to take that beautiful demigod. The mindless slave’s moans filled the dark temple as the sorcerer rode his large muscular ass. The Spartan’s thick legs were shaking as the shredded quads bulged and flexed. Medusus grabbed hold of the twin mountains of the warrior’s shoulders as he thrusted all the way into the slave’s ass. The sorcerer paused deep inside the Spartan and let out a low moan. He then came, filling the slave’s ass. When the sorcerer finally pulled out of the sloppy ruined ass, he dropped the warrior onto the marble floor like a rag doll. The sorcerer then walked away, leaving the Spartan to transfer back into a stone statue until the next time, Medusus decided to use him.
The Wrestling Team
“I was told today by the Athletic Director that if I don’t find big donors in thirty days, the wrestling program will be scrapped. I will be out of a job and the guys will be unable to wrestle for the school,” Coach Philips nursed the drink at the bar as Dr. Davis Sloan rubbed his muscular shoulders.
The coach was still a very handsome man, with a tight body under the dress button up shirt.
“How much do you need to bring in,” the doctor asked as he ran his hand down the broad back.
“Ha, they are talking about hundreds of thousands,” the coach slipped his drink. “College Wrestling isn’t as big a draw as football or basketball.”
The coach knew the doctor for several years. Philips was a student of Dr. Sloan when he wrestled at State. The wrestling jock was one of the first that the doctor seduced. The muscular bubble butt in the tight spandex singlet was irresistible for the professor. Philips definitely still had the tight bubble ass on him, the doctor mused as he checked out how the coach filled out his khakis.
“I might be able to help you,” the doctor stroked the younger man’s lower back.
The coach turned and looked up at the doctor. He knew all about the doctor. “How?”
“I know several friends of mine that would enjoy sponsoring your wrestlers,” the Doctor's right hand lingered on the coach’s lower back, stroking just above the khakis’ belt.
“The boys are straight,” the coach replied in a concerned voice. However, the doctor knew that he was intrigued and was getting a hard on in his tight pants.
“So was you,” the doctor leaned in and whispered into his ear.
“Yess, sir,” the coach closed his eyes.
An hour later the coach was naked on the doctor’s bed, with his thick thighs and arms wrapped around the older man. The doctor was slamming hard into the wrestling coach’s tight hole. The coach’s deep moans and grunts filled the room. All worries about the morality of helping the doctor to enslave his wrestlers was being fucked right out of him. He knew his wrestlers would eventually love being fucked as much as he does after the doctor talked to them. They will be so much happier. He felt only blissful happiness when the doctor eventually came deep inside him.
“You wanted to see us, Coach,” Braden knocked and stuck his head between the door.
“Come in, guys,” Coach Philips got up from behind his desk and greeted the three wrestlers as they walked into his office.
The three wrestlers, Braden,Wayne, and Dek were his best wrestlers, each one regional champs. They called each other the three amigos. They were best friends and even roommates. Braden was the captain of the wrestling team and the leader of the small group of friends. His hair was a rush color red that only highlighted his pale body. His yellow singlet he was wearing was fitting like a glove over his muscle packed body. He was the most muscular of the three and could easily go into bodybuilding if he wanted to. The singlet definitely was showing off his chisel abs. The doctor, who was sitting in front of the coach’s desk, got a nice side profile of Braden’s impressive ass. It was like a shelf as it pushed the singlet out from his narrow waist and over the two large glutes.
While Braden was the more muscular of the group, Wayne was the tallest with dark brown hair. He was the only one on the team that had a tattoo, an American flag tattoo was on his smooth left chest. The coach told the doctor previously that Wayne was from West Virginia, and from Wayne’s stanish the doctor could tell he had a redneck, and even an arrogant, air about him. His singlet’s leg holes were pushed high up his muscular thighs, showing off his long legs. The doctor couldn’t wait to have those legs in the air while he bred that country boy ass.
Dex was a cute, Italian boy from New Jersey, with dark hair and eyes. He was the smallest and shortest of the three. However, through the tight singlet he was just as ripped and muscular as his friends. His short stature gave him a chip on his shoulders. He tries to compensate for his shortness by acting tough and macho. He even walked with a sexy stagger. He might be short, but from the bulge in his skin tight singlets, he was definitely hung. As for his ass, as Dex turned around to close the office door, the doctor noticed that Dex’s bubble ass was equal to or even superior to his taller friends’.
The three wrestlers thought it was odd that Coach Philips told them to wear their match day singlets while they practice and work out that day, but they trusted the coach.
“Guys, have a seat. I want to introduce you to Dr. Sloan. He was my professor here at State when I was a wrestler here. He helped me to focus before matches and he is willing to help you three as well,” the Coach stood facing his three best wrestlers.
The wrestlers took their seats in front of the desk. The doctor couldn’t help but notice the three wrestlers were sitting with their thick legs spread, displaying full packages in the tight revealing singlets.
“Coach, we already focus, we are the best,” Wayne spoke up, in his thick Appalachian accent.
The other two wrestlers laughed.
The doctor stepped forward, joining in their laughter, “there is always room for improvement, even for the best. All elite athletes strive to be better, even when they are at the top of their game or sport. They always reach for new goals or break through new plateaus. I am here to merely help you to break through any plateaus you have and make you be better.”
The doctor singled the coach to turn off the lights and turn on a projector.
“Come on, not some hypo crap,” Wayne laughed.
“Wayne,” Philips scolded him.
“That’s ok. I know that it is quite controversial, but some of the best athletes used this method to help them focus. Now just focus on the dot on the wall. You can trust me, there is nothing to worry about. Just focus. Focus is the primary tool of all great athletes. They block out all outside interference,” the doctor’s voice grew lower and steady.
Sloan knew the wrestlers wanted to be considered one of the best. They always imitate great athletes.
“To be really great you need to focus. Block out everything and just focus. Focus on my voice, focus on the dot,” the doctor moved behind each wrestler.
They stared straight ahead.
“More focused you become, the more relaxed you become. Breathe in and out, deep steady breathes,” the doctor took them deeper.
Their muscular chests raised and far, as they breathe in and out.
“Good. You trust me completely. It feels so good to trust me. The more you trust and obey me the more relaxed you become. All good athletes obey,” the Doctor walked behind each wrestler.
“It feels good to obey and trust me. Everything I tell you is the truth. You can trust me. All good athletes achieve greatness by obeying. The more they obey the more aroused they become. You are good athletes, and it feels so good to obey.”
“Feel good to obey,” the three wrestlers moaned in unison.
The doctor noticed the growing hardons in each wrestler’s singlet.
“My touch feels so good on your hard muscles. You feel so relaxed and aroused as I touch you. You feel so relaxed and obedient,” the doctor touched Braden’s shoulders.
The redhead wrestler let out a deep moan. The doctor slowly eased the singlet’s straps off the broad, muscle packed shoulders. Braden breathed heavier as he slipped the singlet over the shoulders and down the muscular arms.
Dr. Sloan whispered into Braden’s ear, “stand up and strip.”
Without protest, the redhead wrestler stood up and peeled off his singlet. He peeled it down his arms and down his narrow waist, revealing his white jockstrap. His cock was bulging the jock pouch. The doctor was pleased as he admired the round, pale ass framed by the jockstrap. Dr. Sloan moved on to the next wrestler.
“It is so natural and feels so good to be touched and worshipped by another man. It feels good to submit. All great athletes must pleasure their fans,” the doctor moved to Dex and began to peel off the compact wrestler’s singlet off his shoulders.
He whispered into Dex’s ear and whispered the same command to strip. Dex stood up and peeled off his singlet. He pulled it down over his round bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of white spandex wrestling briefs that were stretched over his big, hard cock and ass.
The doctor then moves to Wayne, “the ultimate muscle worship is to take a cock up your ass. You are strong, powerful athletes. You are built to be fucked, and fucked hard. You are a man. You will feel pleasure when getting fucked. When you win you get fucked. It is pleasurable when you win, it pleasurable when you get fucked.”
Wayne grunted. His cock was so hard in his tight singlet.
“Good, boy, stand up and strip,” the doctor whispered into Wayne’s ear.
Wayne stood and peeled his singlet off his tall muscular body. He wore no underwear under the singlet. His cock popped free, hard cock and throbbing.
“Philips, prepared Dex’s and Braden’s ass,” the Doctor ordered the coach.
Coach Philips obediently knelt behind Braden’s ass and spread the muscular ass cheeks before pushing his face between the firm cheeks.
Meanwhile, Dr. Sloan turned Wayne around by the muscular arms and pushed the tall wrestler back onto the desk. Wayne looked up at his new master as the doctor lifted up his muscular legs and threw them onto his shoulder. Dr. Sloan then aimed his cock at Wayne’s tight hole.
“Relax your hole. You will feel only pleasure,” the doctor whispered as he pushed into the redneck wrestler.
Wayne moaned loud in pleasure as he was penetrated for the first time. He wrapped his long legs around the doctor in a classic wrestling move. However, instead of wrestling for dominance, he was pulling the Doctor deep into his straight tight ass.
ARIESTILES CHAPTER 3
After Medusus pulled his cock out of the barbarian king’s destroyed hole, he pushed the battle cub back into Flexius' ass. Flexius opened his mouth but nothing came out as he began to freeze in time. From his bare feet up his legs, the muscular flesh began to grow hard and cold as he turned into stone. His tan skin grew greyish white as the stone creeped up over his muscular ass and cock. His abs hardened and appeared to be the work of a great sculptor. His pecs became slabs of rock and his intricate tattoos faded. Finally his face froze in the look of ecstasy as all visible life stopped. He was still alive as a statue until the sorcerer decided to free him and use him again. In fact, throughout the temple, in niches between the mighty columns were statues like Flexius. Living statues of the beautiful men and warriors that were collected as tribunes to the all powerful god J’ong-Ra. When Medusus wasn’t fucking them or having them serve him as slaves, they were mere statues, never aging or losing their hard muscles and youthful beauty.
Medusus moved along each alcove, inspecting and admiring each work of art. He stopped at one that contained a muscular warrior. The warrior was the biggest in his collection. Hard thick muscles frozen in stone. Hercules was his prize possession. The son of Zeus, the strongest man in the world, the sorcerer smirked. Hercules’ thick cock stood straight out from the petrified leather apron belt. It was thick as a fist but useless. The sorcerer reached out his thin fingers and wrapped them around the demigod’s cock. By his mere touch, the stone slowly softens and transforms back into flesh. First the cock turned back into flesh. It turned from greyish- white to pinkish then olive in color as life returned to it. The effect continued down the thick staff and up the chisel abs and down the massive thighs. The cock came to life and began to jerk and throb. The powerful chest then began to rise and fall as it took in air once more. Hercules' eyes opened and he stepped forward unsteady. His powerful legs were still heavy as he moved. The demigod still has his massive muscles and strength of a god but nothing remains of his mind. At one time he had looked at the ancient sorcerer with hate and disgust but now he looked at Medusus with only submissive obedience. Gone was the prideful masculine hero.
Medusus reached out and used his long fingernails to scratch the sensitive, large nipples on Hercules' oversized chest. Hercules let out a low groan of pleasure as his nipples grew erect and his cock started to leak pre-cum. The sorcerer leaned in close to the hero’s large left pectoral and flicked his long, thin tongue over its nipple. The tongue would have disgusted the old Hercules, but now he just stood there moaning. The sorcerer pointed, razor sharp teeth began to nibble on the swollen nipple, causing waves of pleasure and pain to run through Hercules' body. Medusus reached around the thick muscular hips and lifted the armor apron belt from back. Upon finding the demigod hole, he roughly pushed a bonely finger into it. He began to finger fuck the hero while sucking, biting, and nibbling on each hard erect nipple.
“Please,” Hercules pleaded in his hoarse, masculine voice.
Medusus merely laughed as he pulled his wicked mouth from the sore nipples and out of the hero’s hungry manpussy. Taking Hercules by the hand he led the muscular hero over to a chair. The sorcerer took the seat and then pulled the larger, stronger man down onto his lap. The once proud Hercules now draped over the punty sorcerer’s lap. Medusus pulled away the leather belt revealing the large powerful ass. The buttocks were round and firm, two perfect spheres. Medusus was the first and only man to touch it and it belonged to him for an eternity. The sorcerer raised his hand up and then brought it down hard on to the large round left ass cheek. The slap echoed through the ancient temple, causing Hercules to flare out his thick legs. The sorcerer’s slap was more powerful than anyone would have expected. He lifted his hand again and brought it down on the right buttock. Again the massive legs kicked into the air, as Hercules let out a loud groan. Medusus moved his legs together under the wool robes and squeezed Hercules’ fist size cock between them. Hercules was remaining rock hard as he was spanked. If the demigod was his old self and able to think he would have been humiliated being bent over the ancient sorcerer’s lap, getting spanked like a spoiled brat. Medusus was enjoying the control he had over the son of Zeus. To the sorcerer, Zeus was an imposter, a traitor to Zeus’ father Kronos and Medusus’ master J’ong-Ra, the rightful gods. The sorcerer was squeezing his legs up and down the hard, throbbing cock as Hercules cried.
“Please,” Hercules’ deep masculine voice began to crack.
Then Medusus felt the wettest between his thin legs. The powerful, proud Hercules had came, spilling his divine seed as he was spanked and milked by the old, disgusting sorcerer.
“Soon my pretty, your nephew, the son of your half brother, Aries, will be joining you,” the sorcerer cruckaled.
The sorcerer pushed the muscle bound demigod off his lap and onto the cold marble floor. Hercules landed on his knees with his face down on the ground. His large, powerful ass facing Medusus, as the sorcerer knelt behind him. He opened his robe and aimed his monstrous cock at Hercules' exposed manpussy. The legendary hero let out a loud moan and his eyes rolled up into his head as the sorcerer’s cock pushed deep into him.
ARIESTILES
The city state of Bythos was once known for its beauty and the beauty of its people, especially their men. The city lay at the base of a sacred mountain with lush gardens and farm lands. It’s warriors were the most brave, skilled, and handsomest. That was until it arose the wreath of an ancient sorcerer. The sorcerer unleashed a terrible monster, known as the Cylon upon their city. The hideous monster burned their fields. The fires were so massive that they turned day into night. The once proud city began to starve. Finally the ancient sorcerer made his demands known. In return for the Cylon to go away, the city must offer once a year on the holiest day of the homosexual god J’ong Ra, a beautiful, muscular man. The sacrificed male must journey up the mountain that towers over the city to the temple of J’ong Ra. If a man or boy was not received at the sacred mountain temple on the holy day of J’ong-Ra, the horrible Cylon would return to level the city by fire. The residents were terrified. No one knew what became of the men that went to the temple, except that they were never seen again. With the city’s most handsome men already sacrificed, the city’s king, Draco I called out for the bravest champions from across the world to come and rid them of the evil that befallen them. The king knew no one could defeat the powerful sorcerer and planned to offer those brave handsome warriors who were foolish enough to attempt the journey to the mountain top to satisfy the old sorcerer and his god. At first each year, hundreds of warriors, seeking to make a name of themselves in legends, would journey to Bythos and offer their services to the king. The king would hire the most muscular of the brave warriors to go on the appointed day to the mountainous temple to kill the sorcerer. And every year, the brave warrior never returns. Even the hero Hercules attempted to defeat the sorcerer but was never seen again as well.
Now after a hundred years, the winter solstice was once again approaching, and the city braced for fear. Word had gotten out that the brave warriors were being used to pay the city’s debt to the sorcerer, therefore the number of warriors seeking the city’s employment grew fewer each year. King Draco III feared that one of his own countrymen, even his own son, Etretius, would have to be chosen in their place. The city’s population of younger men that would please the sorcerer and his god was few and far between. The king was in despair as he sat in the great council chamber hearing his advisers argue among each other on what to do. Suddenly the heavily bronze doors of the chamber were pushed open and a warrior in black armor and helmet and a cape of bright red entered the room. The warriors legs were bare and muscular, two mighty tree trunks. His arms, also bare, were thick and muscular.
“Who dares to disturb the high council,” the king rose from his throne.
“I’m Ariestiles, son of Aries,” the younger man removed his helmet.
The king never saw such a beautiful man as he did now. The warrior's hair was black as night and his face was chisel and flawless. He was the splitting image of Aries, the god of war, himself.
“I have come to slay your sorcerer and his monster,” the younger man raised his sword.
The king couldn’t help but admire the warrior’s strong muscular body. The sorcerer would be very pleased with this one, the king thought to himself. The boy’s legs were powerful and thick.
“Welcome, Ariestiles, son of Aries,” King Draco held out his hands to greet the new champion.
Later that night, Draco and his son Etretius laid on the dining couches picking at their food as they watched Ariestiles bath in the pool before them. Neither man saw any man as beautiful as Ariestiles. His skin was smooth and flawless as he walked out of the pool. His impressive cock was swinging before his massive legs as he walked up the steps toward the dining platform. A slave draped a silk robe over his broad shoulders and the hero covered himself as he sit on the dining coach to the king’s right.
Ariestiles picked a grape from the low table before him, “My majesty, please tell me about this sorcerer of yours.”
Draco III put the wine goblet down, “his name is Medusus. He was a son of one of our royal forefathers. He was considered a sickly youth and as a result was casted out of Bythos. Instead of dying in the wilds of the mountain, Medusus prayed to the ancient god J’ong Ra. He was envious and lust after the strong, fit men of Bythos and pledged to the god to enslave the very men that cast him out. According to legend the god woke and bestowed on the weak pale man unbelievable power. It is said among his powers is the ability to enslave men. A man only needs to look into his eyes and be enslaved.”
“Sounds like pure legend,” Ariestiles lifted the wine goblet and took a long drink.
Etretius couldn’t help but admire the hero’s thick bare thighs as the robe rode up revealing the curvature of Ariestiles’ right ass cheek.
“According to legend, your father, Aries, knows of J’ong-Ra’s power. The god of war himself was seduced by J’ong-Ra. Did he not fuck Aries for 30 nights,” Etretius smiled.
“I am not my father,” Ariestiles slurred his speech as he stood from the dining couch. His robe fell to the floor as he stumbled out of the chamber. He was cocky, even arrogant. Etretius' eyes followed the beautiful sculpted ass of the hero.
Holiday shopping
Holiday shopping usually is the best time to see hot hunks at the malls and stores. They were usually being led along by their girlfriends and wives, most of the time disgruntledly. It was the perfect time to stalk and take down a hot straight stud,
This weekend I braved the Black Friday shopping and found a nice virgin adonis to take. It wasn’t hard to spot him at the store. At 6’6 and probably weighing 275, he towered over his petite wife. They were carting around two spoiled kids. He didn’t seem happy. He would rather be at home watching a football game than being there. He was masculine, with an air of authority, either military or law enforcement. However, he was miserable in his life. His family and job was stressing him. A perfect subject to take.
Upon seeing his muscular body filling out his jeans and shirt I began to stalk my prey. Several times as they moved through the department store, our eyes met. I gave him a sympathetic look and he returned me a slight smile. When they got to the men's selection, I overheard his wife lecturing him, “Hunter you need a good shirt to wear to the Christmas party this year. This will look good on you.”
The bratty kids started to cry, wanting to go to the kids or toy departments. “Why don’t you try those on,” she handed her husband three shirts. “While I take the kids to the children's department.”
Hunter seem almost relieved to be away from them. I watched his muscular legs through the jeans as he headed toward the dressing him. The jeans proudly showed off a nice round ass. He passed me and gave me a concerned, uncertain look, trying to figure out if I was stalking him or not. He went down the dressing room hallway and I heard a door open and shut. I smiled and followed. He didn’t lock the door behind him and when I opened the door he had peeled off his shirt. He froze with a deer in the headlight look in his brown eyes.
“Hey, it's occupied,” he protested in his deep masculine voice as I closed the door behind me.
“Relax,” I whispered as I moved closer and touched his smooth bare chest.
My touch sent a chill through his body. His strong demeanor faded as a feeling of pleasure filled. I began to feel up his muscular pecs. His pecs were well developed with large round nipples.
“I’m straight, not gay,” he whispered in protest. His voice wasn’t stern or foreboding. He could easily push me or forcefully ordered me out of the small dressing room but he found himself unable to.
I just continued to feel his pecs and play with the oversized nipples. They were beautiful and became hard at my touch. “Ssshh, relax. Take off your pants,” I whispered into his left ear. Goosebumps began to run up the thick cords of muscles in his neck.
“I’m not gay,” he protested again but it came out as more of a moan. His strong hands reached down and undid his belt and jeans. He then peeled them down over his thick legs. His cock was rock hard poking out of the ugly boxers he was wearing. He then pulled them down as well, freeing his cock. It was thick and cut.
“Very good,” I whispered as I licked and kissed down his neck. “Turn around.”
With tears welling in his eyes, Hunter obeyed and turned to faced the mirror. He had no idea why he was obeying me or why he was so hard and turned on. He watched himself in the mirror. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles and his cock was rock hard. I stood behind him, unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard cock. He was nervous as he watched me through the mirror.
“Please,” he was breathing heavily.
I spread his muscular, pale ass cheeks and eased my cock between them, aiming it at his virgin tight hole.
“Just relax your hole,” I whispered in his left ear as gripped his narrow waist.
Hunter grunted as I pressed hard against him. I felt his ring relax and give in as I pushed harder. His tight hole was pure pleasure as it gripped my cock. He braced himself against the mirror trying not to cry out or moan. His cock reminded hard, throbbing. As his hole relaxed completely I began to move in and out of him. Long deep thrusts. When my cock found and pound his prostate, he threw back his head and rolled his eyes into the back of his head. The look of pure bliss was etched on his masculine face. However, it was short live as his wife’s voice broke the moment. Fear once more filled him, however, I didn’t pulled out of his hole and continued to fuck him. I whispered into his ear telling him to relax.
“Honey, every fit,” his wife’s voice called from down the hall.
“Yes! Just . . Trying to . . . Try. . More on,” he responded between my thrusts up his stretched hole.
“Ok, I’m taking the kids to the toy selection,” she answered after a pause.
“Ok,” he moaned.
I reached around him and grabbed his pecs, twisting his big tits. He was whimpering. I knew we didn’t have much time. Despite himself he was enjoying the thickness of my cock up his virgin manpussy. It was flexing and milking my cock. I ran my hand down this flat stomach to his own leaking cock.
I gripped it and whispered into his ear, “cum for me.”
Hunter began to whimper louder, as his cock bounced. I moved my fist up and down his staff. He let out a deep groan and began to shoot his load onto the dressing room mirror. His anal muscles began to spasm around my cock, milking it. I thrust all the way into him and pause. I feel those tight muscles working it. I then crunched my teeth and came deep inside him. I made sure he got all of my load before pulling out of him. He continued to remain leaning against the mirror trying to catch his breathe as I pull my cock away.
I then gave his ass a hard slap, “you better get back to the wife and kids.”
“Yes, sir,” he meekly responded and pulled up his pants.
Hunter redress and head out of the dressing room. I followed and notice a nice looking younger sale clerk, with a nice jock bubble ass in tight khakis smiling at us. I smiled back and gave the blonde boy a wink. He would definitely be a fun conquest in the stockroom later. However, before parting with Hunter, I made sure he stopped at the men underwear selection and picked out two pairs of red and black bikini briefs fir him to buy. He turned red as the red briefs in embarrassment but did as he was told. I also slipped him my business card. He would definitely want to explore his submissive side more.
Happy thanksgiving
Arnie was so disturbed by the intense dream that he couldn’t get back to sleep. He finally got up and decided to find Kellie’s room. He needed to get away from the house, but he hadn't seen her since they had arrived at the mansion. He pulled on a pair of red bikini briefs that Kellie had given him and a pair of flannel pajama pants before heading out of the room. As soon as he stepped out of the room he heard sounds of heavy boot footsteps on the hardwood floors. He ducked back into his room and peeled out. He was surprised to see Paul walking down the hall, naked. His smooth, ripped body was visible from the moonlight from the hallway window. The only thing he wore was heavy work boots. Arnie couldn’t help but notice Paul’s thick, hard cock standing straight out in front of him. Being a model and bodybuilder, Arnie could appreciate the construction worker’s strong, powerful body with its thick cords of muscles. His ass was round and tight as he knocked on the door to the room across the hall. Alex opened the door, in a white bathrobe. Arnie could tell Alex’s eyes roamed over the naked muscle bound construction worker.
“Good, you on time,” Alex whispered.
Although Paul’s back was to him, Arnie could make out Alex reaching out and gripping the construction worker’s hard cock. Paul let out a deep grunt as he was pulled into the room. Arnie pulled away from his door just as Alex looked to see if anyone saw them, before closing the door. Arnie found himself hard as his cock tented his pajama bottoms. He tried to willed it down. Once his cock softened he peaked out of the door to see if the coast was clear. He could hear deep masculine moans and the banging of the bed against the wall from Alex’s room. Arnie found himself getting hard again. He repeated over in his head that he wasn’t gay as he preceded down the hall to find Kellie’s room.
Arnie found himself downstairs. His bare feet were cold on the marble floors as he tried to make his way through the dark house. A flicking of firelight and a familiar sweet cigar smell led the army soldier to a double doors. He slightly opened the door to the library and found Dewey Readman sitting in a high back chair beside the fireplace, smoking one of his cigars. On his knees before the older man was Doug. The firelight flickered over the police officer’s smooth, milk chocolate, naked body. His huge, muscular arms were cuffed behind his wide back with his own police issued handcuffs. Doug’s shaved head was buried in the older man’s lap. The older Readman’s hand was on his son-in-law’s head guiding in up and down his cock. Dewey puffed the smoke onto the cop’s face. The police officer’s thick lips were wrapped around the older man’s fat cock. Arnie stood in shock as he watch the alpha appearing black man getting face fucked in front of him. The aroma of the cigar filled Arnie’s nasals making him feel relaxed and more aroused.
“Come inside, have a seat,” Dewey pulled the cigar from his mouth and motioned toward a high back chair across from him.
As if his feet were moving on their own, Arnie entered the room and closed the door behind him. He took the seat behind Doug and in front of Dewey. The naked black police officer didn’t pull off Dewey’s cock or even acknowledge Arnie’s presence in the room. Arnie’s cock was so hard as he watched the muscular, ripped stud bobbing his head up and down, letting out deep animalistic grunts over the old man’s cock.
“I hope you enjoyed your first day at my home,” old man Readman blew the cigar smoke toward Arnie.
“Yes, sir,” his eyes focused on Doug’s spread legs with the thick cords of muscles of his hamstrings and the beautiful full black ass. The powerful ass cheeks were spread revealing the smooth, hairless hole.
“Take off your pants,” Dewey blew more smoke toward Arnie’s face.
Arnie found himself standing and pulling down the flannel bottoms. He stood staring at the older man and his son-in-law.
“Very nice,” Dewey complimented him on the tiny red briefs he wore.
Arnie’s cock was hard in the briefs.
“Take them off and sit back down,” Dewey continued to fuck Doug’s face.
With no protest or taking his eyes off Doug, Arnie hooked his thumb into the bikini briefs and pulled them down. His cock popped free, hard, throbbing. He then obediently sat back down.
“Good boy, now Jack off,” the older man ordered.
Arnie wrapped his hand around his cock and began to jerk off. His eyes were focused on Doug’s ass. Cum was leaking from the muscular black man’s hole. The whiteness of the semen contrasted with the smooth flawless black skin as it oozed out of him. Arnie couldn’t believe how the older man dominated the big muscular police officer. Doug was obediently sucking on the thick cock. Sounds of slurping filled the elaborate library. Arnie looked up at Dewey. The older man was smiling at him. Arnie found himself reaching under himself and stroked his own hole with his finger, teasing and probing it as he locked eyes with the older man. He let out a deep moan as he started moving his finger in and out of himself.
“Yes, that’s it. Loosen that tight muscle pussy. You will be a great addition to my family,” Dewey fucked Doug’s mouth harder. The sounds of Doug gagging and breathing heavily through his nose got louder. Yet with all of the police officer’s massive muscles he was unable to pull off the cock.
Arnie pushed a second finger into his own hole. It felt so good. He realized at that moment Kellie was preparing him. He never had got rimmed or fingered up the ass until he started dating Kellie and she talked him into it. He loved it so much that it became his favorite sex act win her. It felt so good as he moved his fingers in and out of himself. His cock was rock hard, throbbing.
Finally Dewey Readman moaned and began to cum. Arnie watched in amazement as Doug tried to suck and swallow the entire load. The cum ran down the older man’s cock and out of Doug’s mouth. Arnie threw back his head and moaned loud. His fist was jerking his cock faster as he moved his other hand in and out of himself. He then shot his load, hard as it ran down his cock. Arnie came over and over. When he was unable to come anymore, he passed out on the chair.
The next morning, on thanksgiving day, he woke in the same chair with only a throw over his naked, muscular body. His cum was dry crushed over his lower 6pack and semi hard cock. He was so exhausted that he wrapped the throw blanket around himself and made his way back to his room. He slept for another hour, dreaming about how good it would feel to be fucked and used by another man. For all of his life Arnie was raised to be a strong alpha male, but he now knew he was meant to serve the Readmans. When he woke again he found a pair of short, 5 inch inseam, khakis shorts and a tight button up shirt on the chair by the bed. He showered and then dressed in the clothes chosen for him. The shorts showed off his tan, muscle packed legs and hugged his thick highs and well developed ass. He was barely able to button up the shirt over his large, firm pecs.
Later in the day, while the women cook the dinner, the men of the family gather in the billiard room. When Arnie joined them the son-in-laws Doug and Paul were naked on their knees before Alex and Brandon, sucking their cocks. The muscular, straight blue collar studs were hungrily slurping and pleasing the two Readman brothers.
“Ah, there he is. You had a good rest,” Dewey Readman approached and slapped Arnie on his muscular shoulders.
“Yes, sir,” Arnie grew hard just from the older man’s touch.
“Come join us. Strip,” Dewey ordered.
Arnie immediately did as he was told. He slipped off his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt. He watches the older man’s reaction, hoping for his approval. He had been in numerous competitions and shows, and modeling gigs in his adult life but he never was so nervous about anyone's approval as he was now. He then moved to his shorts, peeling them over his throbbing cock and round bubble ass.
“My daughter, Kellie, has very good taste. Flex and pose for me,” Dewey said in approval.
With his muscular chisel body on full display, he began to flex and pose in front of his future father-in-law. He let out a deep moan as the older Readman touched him, running his hands over his hard, thick muscles. The man’s touch felt so good. The more he touched him the more submissive the tall, muscle stud became. Finally Dewey led Arnie over to one of the grand billiard tables and placed a hand on his ripped back to bend him over. Without resistance, Arnie laid face down on the table as Dewey spread his muscular ass cheeks and admired Arnie’s smooth, flawless ass.
Arnie moaned in pleasure as his virgin hole was stroked and probed. He knew how good it felt with his own finger and with a woman’s finger, but it compared nothing to the feel of the older man’s finger inside him. Dewey pushed in another finger, and spread them, stretching the tight anal muscles. The older man was soon working in a third and then a fourth finger, until eventually he had his fist moving in and out of Arnie.
“Looks like the turkeys aren’t the only thing getting stuff in the house,” Alexander laughed from across the room as he bent Paul over the leather couch.
Dewey pulled out his fist from Arnie’s stretched hole and flipped the larger, muscular Arnie onto his back. He threw Arnie’s legs on to his shoulders and plowed into the stretched hole. Arnie moaned in pure pleasure as he was fucked for the first time. He threw back his head and howled while Dewey thrusted hard and deep in and out of him. Dewey leaned in and whispered into Arnie’s left ear, “cum.”
Arnie threw his head back and moaned loud. As his cock erupted, his ass muscles gripped Dewey’s cock, milking it. The older man soon was breeding Arnie with his seed.
Happy Thanksgiving
Kellie bounced on Arnie’s lap as his cock pounded her cunt. Her arms held tightly around his neck while her legs were wrapped around his chisel waist. His strong arms in return were holding her as he fuck her hard. His cock thrusting up into her pussy while he pulled her down on it.
“Oh, baby,” she threw her head back and moaned. “We need to. . . Get . . . Going. . . Dad doesn’t. . .oh, like us late,” she moaned again in ecstasy.
Arnie kissed her neck, pushing her long blond hair back with one hand, “we have time.” He then flipped her around and onto the bed without pulling out of her.
He then began to thrust harder. His muscular flawless ass clutching as he shot his load into her.
“Oh, baby, uh oh,” she orgasmed.
They had been dating for six months, a record for Arnie, and they were on their way to her family to spend thanksgiving with them. Arnie was nervous. To him they were moving fast, but he believed he truly loved Kellie. From what she told him about her father, he seems like an intimidating person. However, Arnie with his muscular, tall body and his army training he wasn’t easily intimidated. He knew she came from a very rich, old family. Rich didn’t necessarily just describe her family, super rich was more like it. Her father had built a major Fortune 500 company. While Arnie grew up in a middle class Eastern European immigrant family in New Jersey. He was just a lowly army grunt when he met the beautiful blonde college girl at a party.
While they were driving, Kellie reached over and took his strong, large right hand in her’s, “relax baby, daddy is going to love you.” She lifted his hand and kissed it.
“So it was five of you growing up,” Arnie asked about her siblings.
“Yes, two older brothers and us three girls. My sisters are married. I’m sure you and Doug and Paul will get along great. Doug is a cop and Paul is in construction,” she replied as she put down his hand and stroked his right thigh. His large quads stretch his jeans.
“Those are your sisters’ husbands,” he kept his eyes on the road as Kellie’s hand stroked his leg.
“Yes. Alex and Brandon are my brothers. They work for our father.”
Arnie couldn’t help but wonder if her father and brothers thought her sisters married beneath them. A cop, construction worker, and now a military grunt we’re definitely blue collar compared to the huge corporation that her father and brothers control.
When they arrived they pulled up a long driveway that seemed to be a mile long. The house was huge, an annabella plantation, Kellie said it had been in the family for two hundred years. They pulled around the circle drive and stopped in front of the column lined front entrance where they were greeted by Kellie’s mother.
“Oh, honey,” the older version of Kellie wrapped her arms around her daughter. She was a well dressed stylist blonde hair woman.
“Mother, this is Arnie,” Kellie introduced Arnie as he unload the suitcases.
“I heard so much about you from Kellie. I have been waiting to m33t you for a while,” the older woman gave Arnie a hug. Arnie’s hands were full with the suitcases as he bent over to receive the hug. He smiled at Kellie.
Kellie’s mother pulled away and turned to Kellie, “he is a beauty. You're right, your father would definitely like him.”
Arnie thought it was a weird thing to stay.
“Now your room is in the east wing. We are a conservative family so no shacking up in the same room here,” the older woman wriggled her finger at Arnie. “James here will take you to your room. Dewey will want to see you in his study after you settle in,” the older woman singled for a younger man that stood on the wide front porch. The muscular blonde boy took the cases from Arnie and led him inside.
“Babe, make sure you wear the shirt and pants I brought you when you see daddy this evening,” Kellie called out.
The house was bigger than Kellie had implied. It was like walking through a museum with countless pieces of art and antiques lining the walls and rooms. Later, Arnie learned his room was in the far end of the house from Kellie’s. It was a large elegant room with its own full bath and walk-in closet. It was bigger than his entire apartment.
An hour after Arnie settled in James returned and said that Master Dewey requested that he join him in the study. Arnie had dressed in the tight grey slacks and black short sleeves shirt that Kellie had brought him. Kellie had commented on how the pants showed off his well developed ass, and the shirt hugged his big pecs and large arms. Arnie then followed James through the house once more to the large lavish study.
“Well, the guest of honor finally arrived. Welcome, Arnold,” the older man crossed the study and greeted Arnie.
“My pleasure, Mr. Readman. Call me Arnie,” Arnie reached out his hand and gripped the older man’s hand.
“Call me Dewey, Arnold,” Dewey put his arm on Arnie’s shoulders.
Arnie was about to correct the older Readman but thought against it.
“Let me introduce you to my sons and son in laws,” Dewey squeezed Arnie’s broad shoulders. The touch felt almost like a carcass. “On the couch is my oldest son Alex and son in law Doug. Over by the fireplace is my younger son Brandon and my other son in law Paul.”
Arnie immediately noticed the three Readman men were all smoking cigars while the two in laws were drinking whiskey. Alex Readman was a tall thin man with strawberry blonde hair. Arnie as a model knew that Alex’s preppy attire was worth a small fortune. His left arm was resting on the back of the couch behind Doug Pascott. The light skin black police officer’s short sleeves white button up shirt was tight over his muscle packed torso. Arnie noticed that half of the buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off his smooth huge pecs. Doug also wore a pair of khaki shorts that showed off his strong, thick legs. There was also a docile blank look on the handsome cop’s face. By the large marble fireplace stood Brandon Readman and Paul Amendola. Brandon was shorter and slightly more muscular than his older brother and had bright blonde hair like their mother. Paul Amendola was a muscular Italian whose body was obviously built by manual labor. The blue polo shirt was stretched over his large pecs. He wore the same type of short khakis shorts as Doug, showing off his smooth, thick quads. Paul even has the same blank docile look on his chisel face.
“Here have a drink,” the older Mr. Readman guided Arnie over to the bar and poured him a drink from a crystal decanter. Arnie could tell the older man was used to having his way. He exhumed power and confidence. He didn’t give the younger man the chance to say no. Arnie just accepted the drink and slipped it. It was strong old whiskey and went down his throat smoothly. The muscular military man was used to drinking but he started to feel the effects almost immediately. His eyes started to blur. Through his hazy eyes, he thought he saw Alex starting to rub Doug’s shoulders with one hand while finishing unbuttoning the police officer’s shirt. The smooth tight dark skin contrasts with the white soft material of the shirt. Arnie turned toward Brandon and Paul. He blinked as he witnessed Brandon gripping the back of the construction worker’s neck and pulled the masculine man into a kiss.
“Just relax boy,” Arnie heard Dewey Readman’s voice in his ear before he collapsed into the older man’s arms.
Arnie sits at the large thanksgiving table, with it all dock out with food. He was naked and covered in oil as he looked around the table. People were talking, laughing, and eating as if they were completely unaware that Arnie was naked. He felt a hand on his muscular legs and looked down to see hands stroking his smooth, oiled thighs. He looked to either side of him and saw Brandon Readman to his left and Dewey Readman to his right, their hands under the table stroking him. He then looked down again and saw a foot rubbing his cock. He looked across the table at Alex Readman who was smiling at him.
“Relax, that’s a good boy,” he heard the older Readman whisper into his right ear as he felt a fist wrap around his cock.
In panic, Arnie looked down at Dewey Readman’s hand wrapping around his cock stroking and jacking it. The older man’s hand felt so strong around his cock as he pumped it. Arnie shifted in his seat as people around him laughed and talked, completely unaware of what was going on under the table. As Dewey pumped his cock harder and harder, Arnie couldn’t hold out. He screamed loudly and shot his load. It ran down his cock onto the older man’s hand. Still no one seemed to notice, as they continued to eat and talk. Old man Readman laughed and put his hand up to Arnie’s mouth. Without being told to, Arnie opened his mouth and began to lick the fingers clean. His brown, puppy dog eyes looked for approval as he sucked on the older man’s fat fingers.
Arnie awakened in horror. He set up in bed as he looked around the dark room. It was late at night and barely any light was streaming through the windows. Arnie had no memories of how he got from the study to his room, nor how long he was asleep. He was covered in cold sweat and felt sticky under the satin sheets. He pulled the sheets off and found himself naked and covered in cum. He had come in his sleep. He couldn’t believe he had a gay wet dream about his future father in law. He never had a gay dream or thought in his life until now. Yet the images still burnt in his mind from the dream were so vivid and he had came so much.
To be continued.
Home workout
DeJesus continued to stay in bed until he heard his latest pickup from the night before left his house. When she was gone, the bodybuilder swung his thick legs over the edge of the bed and got up. He walked barefooted out of the house into his garage, which he had turned into a home gym. He pulled off his oversized shirt and flexed in the mirror. He knew he looked good. He stopped posing and pulled his long, unruly wild black hair back into a ponytail. He then pulled his arms behind his back and turned sideways while pushing his arms back, flexing his huge triceps. The definition was unbelievable, the horseshoe shaped tris were standing out proud. He then hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants and pulled them down. He stood in just his black briefs in front of the large mirrors that dominated a whole wall of the garage. His legs were his best features. He shakes each thigh and flexes. The definition of massive quads popped out. His thighs were thick, each were as big as some men's waists. Evan His calves were large, giant tear drops. On top of those exquisite legs was his ass. The full muscular cheeks were like two huge basketballs filling out the black briefs. Women loved to grab them while he fucked them. They were pure power.
Overall he was in the best shape of his life. During the pandemic, when the gyms started closing, Dejesus was at his wit's end. The gym was his life and as a fitness trainer and model, the source of his livelihood. However, thanks to his neighbor, Dr. Davis Sloan’s suggestion, Dejesus decided to turn his garage into a gym. He used his entire savings to stock the garage with weights, benches and mirrors. He even sold his car on the advice of Dr. Sloan. Dr. Sloan told him he had no place to park it and it wasn’t like he was going anywhere. It was the best decision. Even after the pandemic, he preferred working out at home instead of the gym. He could workout anytime he wanted to and even felt comfortable by stripping down to his underwear while lifing. He often kept the garage door open to reduce the heat from the garage and get fresh air in. The only neighbor that had a clear view into his garage was Mr. Sloan. Dejesus had no problems that the older man could see him working out half naked. It's not like he had anything to hide. He got a body most men dream of having and women lusted after it.
While Dejesus continued to flex and pose in the full length mirrors, he saw Davis Sloan cross the street and walk up the driveway.
“Looking good, Dejesus,” the older man approached him from behind while he was posing from the side, flexing his massive quads and hamstring.
“I own it all to you,” Dejesus pushed out his left leg and pointed his toes down. His quads were pumped.
“Nonsense, anything you are the life saver, for agreeing to be our test subject,” the older neighbor moved closer and touched the massive smooth thigh.
The straight bodybuilder didn’t respond as he continued to practice his pose. Sloan’s fingers moved up the thick cords of muscles to the tiny, stretched briefs. Dejesus just smiled into the mirror. The older man then traced his fingers over the briefs before pushing his fingers into the briefs’ leg hole. DeJesus closed his eyes as Sloan pushed the briefs up to expose the massive left ass cheeks. All the DeJesus’ normally alpha persona was gone. Before he started working out at home and was visited by his neighbor daily, he would never let another man touch him like that. With Dejesus’ briefs wedged between his massive cheeks, Sloan turned toward one of the workout benches and set down a small leather box, he opened it and revealed a syringe and three small bottles. Dejesus almost drooled as he watched his neighbor fill the syringe with the experimental Alpha-B. The neighbor smiled as he approached the younger bodybuilder and once again touched the firm muscle packed left cheek. It was so hard. The older man pressed the needle against the tight cheek and plunged it into the thick muscle.
Dejesus instantaneously felt the effects of the injection. His muscles and veins became pumped with oxygen. He felt a rush of adrenaline and he felt his cock harden in his briefs. Feeling pumped and energetic he loaded three 45lbs weights on each side of his squat station. Dr. Sloan smiled as he watched the bodybuilder duck under the bar and begin to squat. He was pumping out each rep, hard, deep reps. The tiny briefs were being eaten up between the massive ass cheeks. Sloan watched Dejesus tightened those powerful ass cheeks as he stood up.
Dejesus felt so pumped. He did one rep after another. He began to feel the burn in his massive quads and hamstrings. His cock was so hard as he began to feel that familiar itch deep inside his ass. It was making him so horny. Unable to do anymore squats, he re-racked the bar and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.
“Relax, that a good boy,” the doctor approached and touched his sweat coated massive shoulders.
“Please, I’m so horny,” the massive bodybuilder moaned.
The doctor once again probed his fingers into the briefs and stroked the Latin bodybuilder’s hole. It was tight but hungry. Dejesus let out a deep low moan.
The doctor leaned into the muscle god and whispered, “when are you friends coming over to workout with you.” His fingers pushed deeper.
“In a couple of hours, sir,” the bodybuilder was breathing heavier.
“Have you been introducing them to alpha-b as you were told,” the Doctor licked Dejesus’s ear.
“Yes, sir,” Dejesus moaned.
“Good boy,” the doctor pulled his fingers from the briefs and then roughly pulled them down.
Peeling the tight briefs down around the big bubble ass. After taking the alpha-b injections Dejesus' body hair fell out, leaving him smooth and flawless from the neck down. Every thick, chisel muscles were visible and on display. Dejesus’ impressive cock popped out of the briefs, rock hard and oozing pre-cum. His ass looked even more beautiful and round naked, two perfect smooth glutes. Dr Sloan stepped back and delivered a hard slap to the firm cheek.
“Oh, ughh,” Dejesus jumped and moaned. He previously would had fought the older man for spanking him, but he just moaned instead.
The doctor slapped the other cheek. Testing the hard cheeks’ firmness. They bounced at each impact, but there was no jiggling of fat on them. Davis Sloan pressed his hand on Dejesus’ wide smooth back. The once arrogant bodybuilder bent over a branch and pushed out his large ass for his neighbor. The doctor smiled as the flawless tight hole faced him. The doctor pulled out a bottle of his special lube from the small box and poured a generous amount of gel onto Dejesus' tight rosebud. He then used his finger to push the lube into the deep canal. Dejesus moaned as his insides when stroked and loosed. With the combination of the Alpha-B and the chemicals in the lube, his mind was spinning downwards. He was grunting as his mind shut down and replaced it with animalistic pleasure. The hungry hole began to open and close, begging for more and sometimes bigger. Knowing his slave was ready, Dr. Sloan pulled out his finger and then undid his pants.
With one huge leg kneeling on the bench and another spread wide, the bodybuilder looked over his wide shoulders at the thick cock. His eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his ass back. The doctor aimed his cock at the muscle pussy and pushed in. Dejesus let out a deep grunt as he was penetrated. He was feeling pure pleasure as the cock pushed deeper into him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. The doctor eased out and thrust hard back in. He grabbed Dejesus' wild ponytail and pulled the larger muscle stud’s head back. Dejesus moaned loudly as his prostate got pounded hard. Each time the doctor thrusted in and out he pounded deeper and harder. Dejesus’s hungry hole was flexing around the thick cock, demanding to be fucked harder. It was like a vice around the doctor’s cock, milking it.
The doctor knew he didn’t have much time before the bodybuilder’s friends arrived and he had to prepare. The doctor leaned against the wide, sweat back and whispered into Dejesus’ ear, “cum for me.”
MARINE SEAL O’BRIAN part 4
Lieutenant Riley O’Brian was soon blissfully taking Dr. Davis’s cock all the way down to the base and back off. He no longer had any concerns of being gay or straight. The only emotion in his mind was pleasure and serving his master. He pushed his ass back against Major Keith Kerry’s hungry mouth and let out a deep groan over the thick cock. While the Major was tonguing him out, lubing his hole with his spit and saliva, O’Brian had coated the doctor’s thick cock with his drool and saliva. The doctor knew the marine was ready. He pulled the newly obedient marine off his cock. The lieutenant looked up at the doctor with his blue puppy dog eyes, hurt and confused, fearing that he had displeased his master. The doctor gripped his strong jawline and kissed the marine on his full lips. The marine moaned into the mouth in pleasure as the doctor once again dominated his tongue. He was always the dominant one when it came to kissing a woman, as a result kissing another man was a different experience for him, the wrestling of tongues for dominance. For the first time in his life O’Brian was on the submissive, receiving side of making out.
Finally the doctor broke their kiss, and pulled O’Brian up to his knees, facing the headboard. The Major sat back on his hatches and gripped his aching cock. He was both proud and jealous of his subordinate Seal. He wished it was him that was once again taking the master’s cock for the first time.
Inapprehension of what to come, O’Brian gripped the headboard while the doctor moved behind him. The Doctor lined up his cock at the wet marine pusssy and grabbed the muscular, chisel waist. He leaned in and whispered into the marine’s left ear, “relax, feel only pleasure.” The doctor then gently nibbles on the earlobe. The marine let out a deep masculine groan. Then the doctor pushed into him.
“Oh, fffuck, oh god,” O’brian grunted, almost pulling the headboard from the wall.
“It feel so fucking good,” the tough marine groaned as he pushed his ass back.
The doctor pushed deeper into the virgin ass and then eased out. He pulled half way out then thrusted hard back in. O’Brian was loud as he moaned in pleasure. He threw back his head as his muscular virgin ass was ripped open.
“Oh god, fuck me harder,” the manly marine yelled, pushing his sculpted ass backwards.
The doctor was pushing in and out, with long hard thrusting. O’Brian’s tight ass felt so good around his cock as the marine’s anal muscles gripped his cock. Marines are built to be fucked hard. Their hard, thick muscles need hard rough sex. The doctor moved his hands to the marine’s massive shoulders, gripping the mountainous delts and lats.
“HOORAH,” Major Kerry yelled in encouragement to his fellow marine and seal. The Major feverishly jerks off his throbbing cock as he watches the lieutenant take the master’s cock for the first time.
With his eyes still closed and head thrown back, O’Brian yelled back, “HOORAH.” His normally boostly deep voice cracking under the doctor’s assault on his prostate.
Sweat was pouring over his god-like body. His huge, chisel cords of muscles of his back were flexing as the doctor pounded in and out of him. The doctor moved his hands around the thick neck as he picked up his pace. He was riding the exquisite muscle marine’s ass hard. O’Brian was moaning and crying louder in lust as he felt the doctor’s grip around his neck. Every massive vascular vein was pumped. His cock was throbbing and oozing, so desperate to come. The bed was pounding against the wall. The masculine marine pushed his beautiful bubble ass out.
“Please! Fucking, please, master, let me cum,” the once proud marine cried out. He was broken and owned.
The doctor thrusted deep inside the new musclepussy and paused. With one final grunt and push, he came deep inside O’Brian.
“Both of you, come for me,” the doctor ordered as he filled his new slave.
Both marines cried out as they shot their load. O’Brian didn’t even touch himself as he came. His cock bounced and shot long ropes of cum onto the headboard of the bed. He never cum so hard in this life. It was as if when he came, all of his old life was drained from him. When the doctor pulled out of him, O’Brian was dropped on the bed like a rag doll. A few minutes later, the Major helped O’Brian up and the two muscular marine seals crawled onto either side of the doctor as he laid on the bed. He smiled at his slaves as they began to lick and clean his cock, while he ran his hands over their high and tight hair. They were both content as they obediently worshipped him.
MARINE SEAL O’BRIAN PART 3
With lieutenant Riley O’Brian passed out in his arms, Dr. Davis placed a wireless earphone over the redhead marine’s head. O’brian’s subconscious mind then was bombarded with subliminal messages over and over. “Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obeying the doctor. Feel only pleasure when master fuck you. Muscle Marines are built to get fucked and pleasure other men, it feels good to pleasure other men with your body. Women are weak and can’t appreciate your muscles. Only other, older men truly know how to use a muscular stud. It feels so good to obey and submit to the master.” As his subconscious mind was being bombarded, the straight alpha marine began to dream about getting fucked by the doctor. He could literally feel the thickness stretching his virgin hole. However, instead of pain that he had previously associated with the idea of taking a cock up his ass, he dreamed of how pleasurable it would be. As he slept his thick cock remained rock hard and throbbing.
Major Keith Kerry had pulled up to the large mansion several minutes ago and was just sitting there watching the doctor subdue the dominant marine through the rear view mirror. Kerry unzipped his jeans and wanted to jack off so bad but his cock was useless being locked up under his jockstrap. The metal device was so painful as his cock demanded to get hard over the events taking place behind him. Finally the doctor cleared his throat, breaking the Major from his lust filled tance. The Major hurried out of the car and opened the backseat door. He didn’t even bother to zip his pants back up. Before removing O’brian from the car, the doctor and Major ripped off the remains of the lieutenant’s clothes, until only his cowboy boots remained on him. Kerry then lifted and threw the muscle packed, naked marine over his shoulders. As Seals they had trained and practiced carrying each other in that manner numerous times but never while one of them was naked. The Major would never have thought he would one day carry one of his men over his shoulders to be enslaved. The doctor admired the marine’s pale, sculpted ass as it was hanging over the Major’s broad shoulders. It was truly a work of art, and he couldn’t wait to own and use it. O’Brian grunted in his sleep as he was carried into the house. His moans were of pleasure as he continued to dream of getting ravished and dominated by another man. The subliminal messages over the headphones continued to rewrite the alpha marine. He was programmed to be unable to cum, despite how hard and aroused he was becoming, until the master told him he was allowed to.
The Major carried his fellow Seal through the grand house and up the stairs to the master’s bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Kerry carefully laid O’Brian face down on the satin sheets covered bed. The tough marine looked so peaceful as he curled up to a soft pillow. The thick, powerful legs were spread, teasing the doctor with his virgin marine hole peeking between the plump, smooth ass cheeks. In his dreaming state, O’brian began to grind against the satin sheets and flexed his large muscular ass as he continued to dream about getting fucked. His ass muscles were flexing as if they were milking a cock between their vice-like grip. The masculine moans of pleasure, escape from the marine’s parted lips while his eyelids flutter as the dream becomes more intense. The doctor and Major stood beside each other looking down at the dreaming lieutenant O’Brian.
“You did very well today,” the doctor turned toward the Major and then grabbed the taller man by the neck, pulling him into a kiss.
The Major closed his eyes and moaned while his master’s tongue dominated his mouth. The doctor pushed his free hand into Kerry’s jeans and gripped the cock cage, causing the Major to groan. The two men made out while O’Brian continued to hump and grind the bed in his sleep.
The doctor finally pulled away, “take off your clothes.”
With lust in his eyes, the Major hurriedly undressed. He pulled off his boots, then shirt, and finally roughly pulled down his jeans. He hooked his thumbs into his jockstrap waistband when he saw the doctor reach into his shirt and pull out the chain of keys around his neck. Eagerly, Kerry pulled down his jockstrap, revealing his locked cock. The doctor took his time to find the key, keeping the former alpha Seal in suspense. Finally he found the right key and unlocked the small lock and let the cage fall open and land on the floor. The released cock grew to full mast.
“Get down on your knees and undress me,” the doctor ordered.
The doctor loved the power he had over those muscular former alphas like the Major there. It was a rush, a high that couldn’t be described from watching the muscular marine Major, who was used to commanding other men, bending them to his will, now obediently kneeling. The Major helped the doctor out of his shoes, then pants. His mouth began to drool as the doctor’s cock was revealed, only inches away from his mouth. The doctor’s cock became the Major’s life, the center of his existence. Once the doctor pulled off his white shirt and stood naked before his marine slave, he grabbed the Major by the back of his shaved head and pulled the marine’s mouth onto his cock. The Major was in a state of bliss as he took the cock into his mouth and began to worship it. He worked the tongue over the thick head and down the even thicker shaft, before wrapping his lips around the cock, engulfing it. His gag reflex was gone, trained out of him by the doctor. The doctor rewarded the Major by stroking the buzzed, high and tight hair on the marine’s head, encouraging the Major to take more of its length down his tight thought. The Major’s own cock remained rock hard, standing straight ahead, as he serviced his master. The Major looked up at the doctor with his sexy brown eyes, looking for approval, his full lips remained wrapped around the cock, as his masculine jaw and mouth was stretched wide. When he pulled off the cock to breathe, he moved to the doctor’s full heavy balls, licking and rolling them in his mouth, before returning to the massive cock.
Lieutenant O’Brian started to stri out of his drug state on the bed. The doctor knew the marine would be waking soon and his training as a new obedient slave would soon be completed. He pulled the Major off his cock.
The doctor gripped the Major’s chin, “I want you to rim Riley’s ass, get it wet and open.”
“Yes, master,” the Major replied as he stared up at the doctor with a look of pure devotion.
Kerry stood up and then knelt on the bed between O’Brian’s spread legs. He spread the thick, powerful legs wider apart before grabbing each firm ass cheeks and spreading them as well. O’Brian’s ass was smooth and white, except for a small truffle of red hair around the tight hole. Major Kerry split on the virgin marine pussy before driving his face between the muscle pack ass. He darted his tongue in and out of the virgin hole, and licked the little rosebud that hungrily winked and opened for his probing tongue. Meanwhile, the doctor positioned himself on the bed beside O’brian so that his cock was the first thing the marine saw when he woke up. O’Brian’s moans grew louder and more clearer as he pushed his powerful ass backwards toward the Major’s probing tongue. Slowly O’Brian opened his eyes and as his focus grew clearer, he was greeted with the view of the doctor’s cock. It was as if it was a part of the dreams, and his fucked mind wasn’t unable to distinguish between reality or the dream state. It was so hard to think. Everything that O’Brian believed about himself was destroyed. His alpha persona was in ruins.
The doctor stroked his red hair gently, “relax, boy. It feels so good and right.”
O’Brian then obediently opened his mouth and took the doctor’s cock. He closed his eyes and took as much as he could before gagging.
“Ssshhh, relax your throat muscles. Think of the best blow job you received and copy it,” the Doctor eased the marine off his cock.
The tough Marine stared up at his new master like a wounded puppy. His rewired mind knew he must do anything to make his master happy. Ironically, the best blow job he ever experienced was from another man. He was a fresh recruit in boot camp and was approached by a fellow marine recruit in the lateen. To this day he never had a better blow job from any woman. O’brian never told another soul about the experience. He had long put it out of his mind for a small part of him was embarrassed by how much he enjoyed it. At that moment the vivid images and feeling of that time resurfaced and he began to imitate the long ago fellow recruit’s actions. It was true men give better blow jobs than women because men know what they like done to themselves. O’Brian found himself so focused on pleasuring his new master as he worked his tongue over the Doctor’s cock. He relaxed his throat muscles as he was told and took the cock into his mouth. He was soon bobbing it in and out of his tight throat. All awhile the Major was continuing to rim and loosening the tight marine’s hole.
MARINE SEAL O’BRIAN
Lieutenant Riley O’Brian groans lowly in protest as Dr. Davis held him tight. The doctor moved his hands down and lifted the t-shirt, revealing O’Brian’s smooth, shredded lower stomach. Large vascular Veins were plainly visible as they ran down his chisel midsection into the belted jeans. The Irish American seal looked like he was sculpted from marble with his tight, pale white skin. The doctor used his fingers to trace the veins and deep chisel cuts of cobblestone abs, lifting the shirt further. Even while wasted, O’Brian continued to try to protest and pull away from the doctor’s probing hands. However, his huge muscles were useless.
“Sttoopp, i’ma nut gaay,” he slurred in protest. “Nuu.”
“He is a fighter,” the doctor mused. The doctor reached for his bag of tricks and pulled out a mask and another small bottle. He placed the mask over the marine’s nose and mouth and pushed the bottle under it.
“Whattff,” O’brian had no choice but to breathe in the poppers.
The tough marine’s eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head. He wasn’t knocked out but definitely was flying high. Major Kerry kept looking into the rear view mirror watching his master work on his fellow seal. He was so horny as he felt his hole itching around the buttplug, wanting so badly to get fucked right now.
The doctor then undid and pulled O’Brian’s belt from the jeans. He then used the leather belt with its big buckle to secure the tough Seal's wrists behind his back. He couldn’t risk the elite warrior overpowering him and escaping. However, if O’brian did escape, it was nowhere he could run too. The doctor controls the police and the military base. After securing the marine seal, the doctor pulled the jeans down over the muscular thighs as much as he could. He was pleased to find that the cocky stud wore no underwear. The uncut cock was soft but looked like it would be a fat one when hard. The doctor went back to the shirt and began to rip it open up to the marine’s large pecs. He then ran his fingers over each sensitive nipple. O’Brian began to turn his head side to side, mumbling “no.” The doctor knew most men’s nipples were hot wired to their cocks, and was proven right when he saw the marine’s cock begin to stir despite the protests.
“Just relax, it feels so good,” the doctor whispered as he ran the nipples between his finger tips.
“Uh, oh. Nooo, ima nnott . .” The marine protested.
He is a stubborn one, the doctor thought to himself. He pushed the bottle back under the cloth mask and made the marine seal inhale again through each nostril. The marine’s protests were futile. The doctor then wrapped an arm around O’Brian’s wide shoulders and continued to work the erect nipples. He then used his free hand to grip the uncut cock and began to stroke the thick foreskin.
“Uh, oh, fuck,” O’Brian moaned.
“Yes, it feels so good, doesn't it? My touch makes you so horny. You can feel this good all the time, all you have to do is to obey me. The more you obey the more blissfully good you feel,” the doctor whispered into O’Brian’s ear, licking the earlobe.
The Major had told the doctor that O’Brian once boosted to the guys on the team, that he goes wild when a girl licks his earlobes. O’Brian was indeed moaning louder as the doctor sucked on his right earlobe. His cock grew to full mast in the doctor’s hand and the foreskin eased back to reveal the angry red head. It was almost as thick as the doctor’s cock. The doctor couldn’t even touch his finger tips around the thick shaft as he stroked the foreskin back and further over the sensitive gland.
“Oh, god, feel so good,” O’Brian moaned. He was feeling so aroused and helpless at the same time. His mind found it harder and harder to think from the drugs and the sensation overload on his nipples, earlobe, and throbbing cock. The doctor pulled the mask from O’Brian’s mouth and put a finger into the marine’s mouth. O’Brian couldn’t think as he found himself starting to suck on the finger. The marine looked up at the doctor as he wet the finger with his saliva. His eyes were hazy and unfocused with lust. The doctor then pulled his finger out of the marine’s mouth and returned it to teasing and stroking the hard, erect nipples.
He soon was lifting his muscular ass off the car seat to help the doctor take off the jeans. The doctor moved his hands over the big plump balls, rolling them in his hands. O’brian started to fuck the air, so desperate to cum. When the marine was about to cum, the doctor pulled away. The marine opened his eyes as much as his drug mind allowed, “pleassee, don’t stop. I’m sooo close.” This mind was reeling, in a tug of war to keep control and giving in to the pleasure.
The doctor was leaving O’Brian on the edge. His cock was throbbing. The doctor pitched the tip of the cock, causing the marine to moan in frustration. “God, please.”
“You can cum when you agree to obey and serve me,” the doctor whispered into his ear.
“Noo, thaggot,” O’Brian moaned in even more frustration. He wanted to cum so bad, but a piece of his old self was hanging on, resisting.
When the marine’s cock started to deflate, the doctor started again teasing and stroking O’Brian’s nipples and cock. The cock grew hard instantly and began to throbbing. However, everytime he was close to cumming, the doctor would stop and pinched the cock head. He was edging the Marine to the brink and pulled him back. The tough Marine was in tears. “Pleassse,” he cried, pleading. His balls were aching for release. O’Brian pulled at his restraints so he could grab his own cock and jackoff.
As they were approaching his mansion, the doctor pulled away and reached into his bag again. He then pulled out a syringe, filled with a blue liquid. It was easy to find a plump, ready vien in O’Brian’s forearm to inject the syringe into.
“Nooo,” the tough Marine protested one last time as he passed out in the doctor’s arms.
“Ssshh, just dream. Dream of how good it would feel to get fucked by me,” the doctor whispered into the marine’s ear. He then pulled the cloth mask from O’Brian face and grabbed the drug marine by the chin, pulling him into a kiss. The normally aggressive marine passively returned the doctor’s kiss. The doctor’s tongue wrestled and dominated O’Brian’s. O’Brian moaned one last time into the doctor’s mouth before passing out.
Dr. Davis continued to fuck Major Keith Kerry for over an hour. The former alpha marine was delirious as he was made to cum several times. His eyes had rolled back into his head as he moaned and groaned. Each time the doctor came inside him Major Kerry became more and more his slave.
“Tell me about the men under your command,” the doctor asked as he thrusted deep inside the Major’s stretched, wet hole for the fourth time.
Major Kerry began to freely give out information on each team member. All concerns about his teammates’ security and safety were gone. All he could think about was pleasing the doctor so he can continue to get fuck. While fucking the Major the doctor decided that his next target was lieutenant Riley O’Brian, the red hair Irish muscle god. The Major described him as an arrogant man whore, slut who like to fuck any woman he saw. The Seals like to patronize a bar just outside the base called Rosie’s. It was a popular place for the single Seals to score with base bunnies, women who tried to hook hot military studs. The doctor shot his final load into the major’s ruined pussy as he developed his plan for the alpha Seal. He then made the major lick his cock clean before sending him on his way.
Every Friday evening after training, the seal team heads toward Rosie’s to blow off some steam and pick up some hot pussy. Even the guys that weren’t single were often accompanying their single buddies and picked up the easy women that flirted with them. Rosie’s was a typical bar with loud music and loud people. The large u-shaped bar dominated the center of the room with two pool tables to the right area of the bar and tables placed around the establishment. The place definitely has a country western feel to it, with all the jeans, boots, and flannel the patrons were wearing. The doctor stood out with his dress shirt, pants and tie as he arrived with Major Kerry. Kerry was acting like the obedient puppy as he fletched them beers while Davis took a seat at a table that gave him a view of the establishment. He took in the Major’s nice plump ass and wide back in the jeans and flannel shirt while Kerry stood at the bar. The doctor smirked as the female bartender flirted with the major. The doctor couldn’t blame the slut as he admired the thick thighs stretching the jeans legs. He remembered how good Kerry’s thighs looked on his shoulders or pulled up to the Major’s chest while the doctor fucked him. No one at the bar could notice through the jeans that the Major was wearing a jockstrap under them with a cock cage and a buttplug firmly placed tight up his ass. The plug securely kept the doctor’s latest load he deposited up the marine’s ass just an hour ago, from leaking out.
Dr. Davis had no problem spotting O’Brian at one of the pool tables. The 6’3, 245lbs redhead marine was hard to miss. He was bent over the pool table to make a shot. The veins in his large forearms were clearly visible from across the bar. His intense gaze was focused as he aimed the pool stick up with the ball and made his shot. O’Brian stood up and gave a cocky smile as he watched three balls go into the corner pocket. The doctor could sense the younger man’s confidence from where he sat. A big breast bimbo, in a too short skirt and a blouse that was tied up under her oversized breast to show off her stomach, jumped out of the stool and wrapped her arms around his tall, wide shoulders. She was acting like he was her boyfriend even though she had approached him only half an hour ago. She was hoping to land the tall marine, but the Doctor was going to make sure she would never have a chance. The sleeves of the blue t-shirt O’Brian was wearing was stretched tight over his large biceps as he hugged the slut back. The vascular veins were bulging as he held her. He was planning to get lucky again tonight. His jeans were tight around his powerful long legs and proudly displayed his muscular tight ass and a large bulge in front. The two local men that O’Brian had just beaten at pool weren’t happy that they had lost the game and money on it but neither man was going to fight the muscular marine over it. They just went off toward the bar, pouting over their lost money.
Major Kerry returned to the doctor’s table with three large mugs of beers and sat them on the table. “Very good,” the doctor pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and poured half of the contents into one of the mugs. “Now, take his one to Riley,” the doctor instructed and handed the Major the drugged beer.
“Yes, sir,” the Major was so eager to please his master. He couldn’t wait to get out of there and have the cockcage and buttplug removed so he could once again feel the pleasure of having the doctor’s cock back in his ass.
Major Kerry took O’Brian’s and his own mug over to the pool table. The doctor continued to sit and watch from his vantage point. The lieutenant seemed surprised as the Major offered him the mug of beer but the masculine Seal didn’t turn it away and consumed half of the beer in one gulp. The two Seal warriors talked for a while as they finished their beers and began a new game of pool, the cheap whore was quickly forgotten. The doctor flagged down a waitress and ordered two more beers. The skinny, middle aged waitress paused as she noticed that he didn’t even touch his first one, but shrugged her shoulders and went off to get the beers. The doctor knew that it was going to take a lot more to break O’Brian and reduced him into a mindless empty shell. His ego was too large to be broken so easily. The doctor watched O’Brian make another shot and made it without any problems. The base bunny was jumping up and down and once again threw her arms around his neck. She could barely reach her arms around him and had to stand on her heels’s toes and have him lean forward, as she kissed his masculine, chisel left cheek. When the other mug arrived at the table, the doctor emptied the remaining of the tiny bottle into one of the beers and then got up, carrying the beer mugs over to the pool table.
O’Brian looked surprised when the middle aged stranger approached them with three beers in hand. “Riley, this is Dr. Davis, he does consulting for the base and come handy recommended by the brass,” the Major eagerly introduced the doctor.
“What kind of doctor are you,” O’Brian took the doctor’s hand and shakes it. His grip was firm and always bone crusting.
“I’m a psychologist,” the doctor smiled as O’Brian took the drugged beer.
“Oh, a shirk,” O’Brian laughed and drank the beer.
The doctor couldn’t help admiring the tall marine. He was more beautiful close up, with his masculine chisel features and thick, powerful muscles. As planned the Major missed his shot and it was O’Brian’s turn again. As he leaned over to aim the pool stick at the white ball, the doctor couldn’t help but check out how the jeans hugged his full muscular ass. The doctor couldn’t wait to strip the jeans off him and ravish that alpha’s ass. O’Brian remained leaning forward longer than usual. He was feeling the effects of the drugs now, finding it harder to focus on the balls in front of him. He made his shot but missed. He stood straight and found himself feeling unsteady.
“You ok, O’Brian,” Kerry asked as he moved to take his turn.
Shaking his head to try to clear it, “yeah, I’m fine.” He was too macho and tough to admit he was wasted after just two beers. He almost missed the stool as he tried to sit down by the doctor.
“Are you sure,” the Doctor put his arms around the larger man’s waist to support him. The lieutenant’s waist felt so firm and tight.
“Yeah, finnee,” O’Brian slurred his speech.
“I can take him home, mean back to his place,” the base bunny spoke up.
“No he's fine,” Kerry replied as he missed his shot. “I don’t think he is in any condition to leave with anyone,” the Major’s voice grew intimidating as he shot a look toward the woman. The slut got the hint and moved away. She gave O’Brian one last look over her shoulder. “Too bad he can’t hold his beer,” she mumbled before moving on to another marine sitting at the bar.
O’Brian stood up but soon found himself unable to stand. He was about to fall forward when the doctor and Major grabbed him. “Wo, there. Take it easy,” the Doctor braced him. His hands moved up under O’Brian’s shirt to steady him. The marine’s body felt so hard and warm.
“I think we better get him back to the base,” the doctor smiled at the Major.
“Yes, sir,” Kerry responded as they both helped O’Brian out of the bar.
The Major had his right arm wrapped around his subordinate’s muscular waist while O’Brian’s left arm was draped over his shoulders. The doctor reached over and placed his hand on Riley’s thick neck and turned the ring. The needle injected into the flawless skins. O’Brian mumbled something before his eyes rolled back into his head. The doctor kept his hand on the marine’s neck and the needle injected into the thick muscles as they carried O’Brian out to Davis’s waiting SUV. By then O’Brian was like dead weight as they struggled to get him into the back seat. When they had the muscular marine in the car, the doctor got in beside him and Major Kerry got into the driver seat. As Kerry started the car and pulled out, the doctor put his arm around O’Brian’s shoulders and pulled him toward him until the straight marine’s head was resting against him. O’Brian was looking up at him with dazed, confused eyes. His huge ripped muscles, useless.
The doctor pulled out a small pill and placed it toward the marine’s mouth, “open wide.”
O’Brian was too out of it to protest and opened his mouth. The doctor popped the pill into the marine’s mouth. “Good, now swallow. It's ok, you can trust me. It's going to feel so good when you trust me and obey,” the doctor whispered as he stroked O’Brian’s red hair.
VETERANS DAY
Doctor Davis was very happy with how his newest acquisition, the city’s pro football team, was faring. They had won another game and to celebrate the doctor threw a party for them at his mansion. He had invited several of his rich friends to celebrate with the football team. He had made a fortune already in pimping out those masculine, tough football players. The players were unlocked from their cages and were fair game for the rich men to use and dominate. The muscular jocks walked, lounge, and fool around in the pool area in only their jockstraps, their muscular asses exposed and available. Their deep moans and groans lasted well into the night as every player’s ass and mouth were used and filled with cum.
The next morning, the doctor woke with his arms wrapped around the two muscle bound tight ends, Hector Dejesus and AJ Alonso, laying on each side of the bed. Their hard, long bodies steady breathing as they slept beside him. The doctor couldn’t help but mused at what his partner in the Team owner, Reginald Winter said about the two studs, they might have been tight ends at the beginning of the season, but now they we’re definitely wide receivers. It was true with how many times the two were fucked by the various guests the night before. He ran his hands over their thick necks and hair. Alonso’s lighter colored hair was short while Hector’s was long and curly, pulled back into a ponytail. Both jocks groan as they awoke in their master’s arms. The doctor grabbed Dejesus’s dark manes and pulled his thick lips into a deep kiss. He pulled away and did the same to Alonso. The tough straight football players moaned in pleasure.
Davis would enjoy fucking both tight ends once more but he had big plans for the day. Admiral Seitz had emailed him classified dossiers on the new Seal Team that was taking the place of Seam Team Alpha. There was no official cause or investigation into the disappearance of Team Alpha, and the doctor’s allies and slaves in the military made sure there wouldn't be. Dr. Davis got out of bed and let his two jock slaves sleep off the soreness from the night before. He opened his computer and once again reviewed the dossier on the new team. The admiral told him he would find Major Kerry, the new commander of the seal team, very pleasing and he was right, when the doctor opened the Major’s picture. The doctor was indeed pleased as he took in the Major’s muscular tattooed arms and how the seal filled out the camie pants and green t-shirt. The doctor noticed the wedding ring on the seal’s finger but such technically were unimportant. The doctor opened another folder on the email and viewed a picture of the team together while stationed in Japan. The new elite team were standing shirtless in their silkies shorts. Their bodies were tight and firm in the photograph. “Yes, they will do quite fine,” the doctor thought to himself. The new team was given the designated name Seal Team Beta, a fitting name the doctor mused.
The doctor arrived on the base later in the day and was greeted by the admiral and his new aid. The aid looked like he was barely out of boot camp and stood nervously at attention as the two older men talked. Seitz had a thing for younger butch marines, the butcher and younger the better, and private Thomas definitely fit the bill. The marine had a thick, deep masculine Texan drawl that made the doctor’s cock harden as he yelled, “Sir, Yes,Sir,” at every command. Before meeting the new team leader, the doctor and admiral went to Seitz’s office. Once behind closed doors, the admiral ordered private Thomas to strip. Like a good obedient marine, the boy stripped down to his green boxers and black combat boots, revealing his smooth tight body.
The doctor went up to the marine and traced his fingers over the tattoo on Thomas’s right pec, while the marine stood at attention, “You did very well.”
“Thank you, master. I did the process exactly as you described,” Seitz responded.
The doctor smiled as Private Thomas’s cock tented the boxers. “Very well, indeed.”
“Private! Suck the doctor’s cock,” the admiral yelled.
“Sir, yes, sir,” the marine barked and then turned to face the doctor and knelt before the older man.
Without saying a word the marine unzipped the doctor’s pants and pulled out his fat cock. Showing no emotion except complete obedience, the Private engulfed the cock into his mouth.
The doctor moaned, “very good.”
“As they say, Marines make the best bottoms,” the admiral laughed.
“Yes, they do,” the Doctor replied as he fucked the marine’s tight throat.
Major Keith Kerry wasn’t happy that he was being kept in the conference room for over an hour. He was usually a man that doesn’t like to be kept waiting for anyone, especially that fag that calls himself an Admiral and some doctor. He sat with his muscular arms crossed and tapping his booted foot on the concrete floor. The major had gotten up and placed the room several times. He hates sitting as much as he hates waiting. He sat back down and poured himself some water from a pitcher that was sitting on the conference table. He drank down the water and poured himself another glass. By the time the door finally opened and the older stranger walked in, Major Kerry started to feel mellow.
“Sorry for the delay, Major, I was postponed longer than I thought I would be. I am Dr. Davis,” the doctor held out his hand.
“I should be with my men, debriefing them on our mission,” the Major wanted it to sound harsher than how it came out.
The Major found himself shaking the doctor’s hand. He was planning on sobbing the qluck but instead he felt docile. He didn’t even feel the prick on his large hand as the doctor’s ring pinched him.
“I understand, your men are the most important thing to you aren’t they? Have a seat,” the doctor’s last sentence was firm and commanding.
The Major didn’t even think as he sat back down in the chair at the table, “yes, they are.”
“You have a lot of stress on you. Their lives are on your shoulders. I’m here to help you cope and relieve some of that stress from you.”
“I really don’t have the time for his psychological bullshit,” the Major started to stand up.
“Sit down, Major,” the doctor’s voice was commanding.
The tough Major was strung and found himself sitting back down again.
“Very good, Major. You will listen to me. It is very important that you listen to me. You know that you can trust me. Deep inside you know that I have you and your men’s best interest in mind,” the Doctor lowered his voice and his eyes focused on the Major’s dark brown eyes.
“Yes,” the Major responded. The drugs from the water and ring had weakened his will power. He found himself falling into the doctor’s words and eyes.
“You trust me completely. It feels so good to do as I say, like a good marine. All marines and seals must obey orders. It feel so good and arousing when you obey me,” the doctor stood up and walked toward the muscular marine.
“Yes, must obey orders,” the major’s mind was reeling. He was so confused. He was trained to obey orders from his superiors. It feels so good obeying orders. The straight alpha marine found himself getting a hard on. Obeying orders never felt so good.
“You trust me completely. It feels so good to give up control to me. It makes you so turned on and hard when you trust me and give up control,” the doctor moved behind the Major and began to massage the mountainous shoulders.
“I’m, I must, I not gay,” the major tried to protest. He tried to stand up but the doctor gently pressed down on his massive shoulders.
“Ssshh, it feels so good to surrender and obey. Let all your will fade away,” the doctor whispered as he moved his hand over the marine’s shaved neck and injected another dose from the ring into the thick cords of muscles.
“Ugh,” the marine groaned. The Major’s cock was so hard in his uniform, it felt like he was about to explode. “Feel so good,” Kerry moaned.
“Good. Now, I want you to stand up and take off your uniform. Strip down to only your boots. As you remove each article of clothing you will become more blissfully obedient to me. The more submissive you become to me the more turned on you become. You will feel only pleasure when you obey.”
“Feel only pleasure when I obey,” the Major repeated as he stood up and began to remove his uniform.
The doctor was pleased when the marine major stripped out of his uniform and stood naked before him. Kerry’s body was hard and tight, a hard battle hardened body. The major eyes and mind was blank as his thick, fat cock stood straight ahead from his chisel abs.
“Good, major. Now, lay on your back on the table and lift your legs,” the doctor ordered.
“Yes, sir,” the mind fucked marine laid back on the conference table and lifted his thick, muscular legs into the air, exposing his straight virgin hole.
The doctor admired the tight rosebud hole as he undid his own pants and pulled out his cock. The tough marine’s eyes widened as he saw the doctor’s thick cock.
The doctor pulled out a tube of his special lube from his suit jacket, “relax, major. You will feel only pleasure.” The doctor aimed the tube at the marine’s tight hole and squeezed a generous amount of the lube. He then began to push a finger into the marine. The lube began to relax and loosen the virgin ass as the doctor fingered the major. The marine was feeling only ecstasy as he pulled his knees closer to his chest, giving his new master more access to his ass. Finally the doctor pulled out his fingers from Kerry’s ass and aimed his cock at the stretched hole.
The major moaned loud as he was penetrated for the first time. He was feeling only pleasure, pure bliss, as the doctor pushed deeper into him. As the doctor pulled out and back into the major, he was fucking the the straight alpha persona out of the tough marine.
Picture of @growingthick and @cumtodaddy
Dimitri by Alphabreaker
Dimitri was a successful international high finance broker. Among his clients were some of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world. He was ambitious having risen in the highly competitive field at his early age. Dimitri wasn’t modest in his acknowledgment that his handsome, dark looks had a lot to do with his success. He used his looks and his body to his full advantage as he climbed the ladder of success. When he wasn’t broking multi-million dollar deals he spent all of his free time in the gym. As a result he had built a body that made women and men impressed and lust after him. He prided himself on his large pecs, thick arms, and round huge ass. Dimitri spares no expense in his clothes. He went to only the best tailors and had his suits made from the softest and most expensive materials. All of his clothes were meant to show off his body, and he wasn’t beyond using his body to get what he wanted.
Dimitri stood on the tailor block in his new suit admiring himself in the mirrors. His large pecs were stretching the pure white, soft Egyptian cotton dress shirt. His grey sateen trousers hugged his thick thighs and impressive full crotch. While the suit jacket did nothing to hide the sear size of his massive arms.
“How is the fit, sir,” the older tailor asked as he stood up from his knees having made final adjustments to the length of the trousers.
Dimitri turned and checked out his large bubble ass in the mirror. The trousers were hugging the muscular cheeks. He had spent a lot of time doing squats to create the perfect ass and it was meant to be displayed. Women especially loved the thickness of it.
“Yes, Pierre, you exceed yourself again,” Dimitri continued to look at himself in the mirror. “I will wear it out.”
“Yes, very good. You have a date tonight with a beautiful lady,” Pierre winked.
Dimitri dated numerous beautiful women and had developed quite a reputation as a lady’s man. “Unfortunately, not this evening. I have a business appointment with a client,” Dimitri laughed.
Dimitri loved his purchase as he wore the suit out of the high end shop. He always looks his best. If clients trust him with their millions, he at least should look like he is worth millions. In his expensive, stylish clothes, he gave off an air of confidence and even cockiness. He knew he looked good. As he approached his BMW, two women walked by and their eyes traveled over his impressive body as they passed. From their similar features and age difference, they were obviously mother and daughter.
“Ladies,” Dimitri nodded and smiled a sexy lustful smile at the two women.
They smiled back at him as they passed, and even looked over their shoulders at him. He would have flirted with the two women and even bed them both. However, he looked at his watch and realized he was running late for his appointment with Mr. Garland. Adam Garland was his biggest client and hated being kept waiting. Dimitri knew the billionaire was gay and had an attaction to muscle boys like Dimitri. Dimitri was straight but wasn’t above teasing and flirting with a gay client, especially if they were as rich as Garland. Dimitri speeded off in his car toward the outskirts of the city. He eventually arrived on time at a large chateau that was several hundreds of years old. Aleix was told previously that the chateau once belonged to kings, and came with its own dungeons. When Dimitri stepped out of his car he was greeted by a muscular, younger man. The handsome Slavic man’s tight black pants and tight ribbed sweater showed off his flawless body. Dimitri wasn’t surprised by the beautiful muscle god that greeted him. Adam Garland often surrounded himself with incredibly handsome men as servants and guards.
“Welcome sir, I’m Ivan. Mr. Garland is expecting you,” the younger man spoke in a thick Russian accent. “This way, sir.”
Dimitri followed Ivan into his house. He barely got through the grand double doors and into the main entrance galley when someone came up behind him and grabbed him from behind. A soaked rag was placed over Dimitri’s mouth. He tried to struggle but the man behind him was more muscular than he was and Ivan had joined in to subdue him. He had no choice but to breathe in the sweet smelling chemical on the rag. Suddenly everything went black and his muscular body went limp in the attackers arms.
Dimitri opened his eyes but saw only pitch blackness and quickly realized that he was wearing some kind of leather mask hood with no eye openings. The mask was tight against his face and he could feel a tight collar securing the mask around his thick neck. Dimitri was able to open his mouth and knew that the only opening on the mask was around his mouth.
“What is going on here? Let me go,” Dimitri screamed at the top of his lungs.
He tried to move but discovered his legs were secured to the floor. His shoes and socks were gone and his bare feet were cold on the damp hard stone floor. He then tried to move his arms but also found his hands were bound in front of him.
“Get me out of here. I pay you anything you want,” Dimitri yelled. He had heard of gangs taking rich individuals like himself to hold them for ransom.
Then he started to hear the low humming said in his ears. It was faint at first but grew louder until it started to make it hard to think. He tried to figure out where he was. He remembered arriving at the Chateau or did he. The humming felt like it was right in his head. Was he supposed to have an appointment with Adam Garland? The humming was louder. It hurts so much to think. Everytime Dimitri tries to remember the more difficult it becomes. He had no idea that the mask hood had a built in speaker right at his ears, bombarding his mind was high frequency waves.
The sound waves were so loud that Dimitri didn’t hear the ancient iron doors to the dungeon being opened and closed, and the sounds of footsteps across the stone floor. He jumped when he felt hands gripping his large biceps through his sweat soaked white shirt.
“Please help me. Make the noise stop,” Dimitri pleaded as drool ran from his exposed mouth.
“Ssshh, it's ok, boy,” Adam Garland whispered while squeezing and feeling up the younger man’s thick arms.
Dimitri couldn’t hear Garland’s voice over the noise, but the man’s touch sent a new sensation through his body. He found his cock stirring in his sacks and underwear as he grew hard. Another man’s touch never had that reaction to his body before. Dimitri should have been confused and scared but his mind couldn’t focus or process anything. Garland reached around Dimitri and grabbed the younger man’s big pecs through the soft shirt. Feeling the man’s touch as Adam squeezed and groped him was turning Dimitri on. He parted his sexy lips and moaned. His mind was being repeatedly told how good it felt to surrender. Then Adam grabbed the shirt and ripped the expensive shirt open, reviving Dimitri’ smooth massive pecs. The cold damp breeze of the dungeon hit his large firm nipples, making them hard. Adam returned to cupping and squeezing the massive chest causing Dimitri to moan again. The humming slowly faded as all resistance and thought faded from the muscular younger man’s mind. The only thought left was, how good it felt to obey and serve. The older man proceeded to rip the shirt more and Dimitri offered no resistance as he just stood submissively. Adam Garland freely ran his hands over Dimitri’ sexy body. He ran his hands over each hard nipple, rubbing, pinching, and twisting them, causing Dimitri to groan in ecstasy. Garland would pull away his fingers, licked them, and then run them over Dimitri' now sensitive nipples. He has been lusting over the younger man for some time. Dimitri had teased him with that sexy body for so long that the billionaire wanted him more and more, and Adam Garland always got what he wanted. One of his numerous companies had done research for the military on mind control, and had developed the hood to create the perfect obedient slave. The hood depraved the wearer of his senses and the built in ear plugs bombarded the subject with subliminal messages. Within minutes the strongest willed individuals become submissive and obedient.
Dimitri' entire body became so sensitive to Garland’s touch that his cock was throbbing and leaking. After ripping the expensive dress shirt into pieces, Garland moved his hands down the ripped abs and around to the muscular ass in the tight pants. He then began to rip the pants open. He took a knife and cut the pants down the rear steam. Garland pulled the sateen pants apart, revealing Dimitri’ yellow designer underwear. The silky bikini briefs were stretched over the younger, cocky man’s plump ass. After pulling the remains of Dimitri’ clothes off him, Garland grabbed the yellow briefs and wedged them between the beautiful sculpted ass cheeks. The pouch pulled tighter around Dimitri’s bulging cock. Garland roughly grabbed each round flawless ass cheek, squeezing and spreading them.
“Oh god, please. Please fuck me,” the straight cocky stud moaned.
Garland laughed as he grabbed the stretched bikini briefs and pulled, rippling them from behind. Dimitri’s large ass cheeks were exposed as Adam Garland continued to squeezed and groped them.
“You are a good boy,” Garland whispered as he began to stroke Dimitri’s hole, teasing and probing it.
Dimitri moaned, “yes,sir.” All of his straight bravo, ambition, and intelligence were gone as he transferred into a dumb himbo. The only thing that he could think of was how good it would feel to get fucked. He was now nothing but a fuck toy for rich men like Mr. Garland. Adam Garland reached one arm around Dimitri’s broad torso and grabbed the meaty left pec, while working the fingers of his right hand into the muscle boy’s tight ass.
Working on a collaboration to post a picture of another creature to go alone with a story I’m writing. I m hoping to post it tonight or tomorrow. Stay tune.
SACKING THE QUARTERBACK PART 3
Chad Bowen was so humiliated by the film playing out before him and his teammates that he didn’t even notice the words flashing on the monitor. Over and over the words, “submit,” “obey,” ``submission is pleasure, getting fucked is pleasure,” were bombarding his teammates' minds. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Dante pulling down his white compression shorts and stroked himself through his white jockstrap, as he stared at the large monitor. Chad could hear moans of pleasure from the offensive players that sat beside and behind him. Chad was confused and scared but also so turned on. He looked toward his left and saw Cody sitting naked beside him. The blonde running back was wearing a strange metal device on his cock, that the native quarterback never saw before. Chad found himself shocked and intrigued by the metal object that kept Cody soft and submissive. The straight part of Chad’s mind was scared and was yelling for him to get out of there. It was about to win over his closested self as he started to stand up but Dr. Davis came up behind him and placed hands on Chad’s shoulders. The older man gently pushed him back down in the leather chair.
“Just relax. There is nothing to be concerned over,” the doctor whispered as he massaged Chad’s thick shoulders. “Just keep watching.”
The older man’s voice and touch was so relaxing as Chad watched the video play out. He was so hard as he watched himself bent over the massage table with Rick plowing him from behind. Chad’s own moans were turning him on more and more.
“You love getting fucked, don't you? It felt so good having another man use and enjoy your sexy jock body,” the doctor’s voice was so smooth and calming to Chad’s ears.
“Yes, it felt so good,” the rookie quarterback moaned.
Chad had tried to fight and resist when Rick at first tried to dominate him. He was crying and protesting that he was no faggot as he was made to bend over the massage table against his will. He could remember how humiliated he was and the intense pain he felt when Rick penetrated him for the first time but it was only for a brief moment and quickly faded. Chad then remembered how good it felt when Rick began to pound his prostate. Chad’s true self was released as he came without touching himself. However, after he lost his virginity, the shame and humiliation returned over how much he had actually enjoyed it. He hated what he had so long been trying to suppress but found himself needing it more and more.
The doctor continued to stand behind him, massaging and stroking his broad shoulders, slowly working his hands down to his sweaty pecs. Chad turned and saw Cody siding out of his chair and down upon his knees in front of him. Chad was breathing heavily as Cody reached up and started to pull Chad’s compression shorts down. Chad found himself lifting up his ass from the chair to assist his teammate in removing the spandex shorts. Cody then pulled aside the quarterback’s jockstrap and exposed Chad’s rock hard cock. Chad watched in amazement as the running back took the entire length of his cock into the jock’s mouth. Chad never had a blow job from another man before, but Cody felt amazing. The blonde football god was working his tongue over the quarterback’s shaft while his lips were tightly fastened to the cock base. It was better than any blowjob he received from a woman. Chad had so long denied himself of the pleasures of other men. With Cody’s mouth still locked on Chad’s cock, the doctor gently guided Chad on to his unsteady feet. The doctor gently ran his hands down Chad’s smooth, muscular back. The older man’s touch sent shivers down the quarterback’s spine. The touch was so different from Rick’s touch. Rick’s was rough, uncaring, even clumsy. The doctor’s hands reached Chad’s ass. It was beautifully muscular and flawless, two round, powerful globes. Cody slid onto the floor, his mouth still fastened on to his quarterback’s cock, causing Chad to bend forward. Chad felt the doctor’s cock, the same that had dominated big Jamel only minutes ago, pressing against his tight hole.
“Just relax. You were born for it. You will feel only pleasure when you accept your natural status. You need to be fucked hard,” the doctor whispered into his ear as he penetrated.
Chad moaned loudly. He never felt so alive and turned on before. It was nothing like when Rick fucked him. Rick was a pretender alpha, while the doctor was all man. Every nerve endings around the quarterback’s ass were in overdrive. He grabbed hold of Cody’s head and thrusted deep into his running back’s throat. Cody was gagging but continued to suck Chad’s cock. Chad squeezed his tight ass muscles around the doctor’s cock trying to pull him deep into his ass. He turned to his left and saw Dante standing beside him, stroking his long black cock. The doctor grabbed the tall wide receiver by his cornrow braids and pulled the shredded jock into a kiss. The doctor’s was tongue fucking Dante’s mouth while fucking Chad’s ass. On impulse, Chad leaned over and took Dante’s black cock into his mouth. He never sucked another man’s cock before but it seemed so natural. He tried desperately to imitate Cody by working his tongue over the shaft. However, it was too long for Chad to take the entirety down his throat. Once Chad had coated Dante’s cock enough with saliva and drool, the doctor pulled out of the quarterback’s ass and guided the wide receiver around to take his place. The doctor reached around the narrow chisel waist and guided the black cock between Chad’s white ass cheeks.
“Fuck, that tighter then any pussy,” Dante’s moaned as his cock slid between Chad’s marble-like ass cheeks as into the stretched jockpussy.
Dante threw his head back on the doctor’s shoulders as the doctor kissed his neck. The milk chocolate skin was so smooth and flawless as he leaned against the older man. Dante parted his thick lips and let out a deep moan. As Dante moved in and out of Chad’s smooth white ass, the doctor aimed his fat cock between the large, round black granite like cheeks.
“Relaxed,” the Doctor licked Dante’s ear as he pushed into the virgin wide receiver’s jock hole.
“Fffuck,” Dante cried out as he was penetrated for the first time.
The doctor was soon fucking Dante hard while guiding the wide receiver in and out of Chad. It was as if he was fucking both jocks at the same time. By that time the entire offensive team were engaged in a full out orgy of sweaty muscles and heated sex. The two Latino tight ends, Dejesus and Alonso, had stripped to his briefs and were on the floor sixty nining each other. Their tall, muscle-packed bodies glistened with sweat as they peeled down their briefs and engulfed each other’s cock into their mouths. Their hands groped and explored each other’s hard throbbing cocks and big round bubble ass. Both straight studs’ plump, muscular asses were begging to be used and fucked. Elsewhere in the room, the larger, heavier linemen were stripping and dominating the smaller, leaner, talented back fielder players. The sounds of moans, grunts, and cries filled the room. They were unaware that they were being recorded as they fucked and sucked each other. If they were aware they probably wouldn’t have cared anyway.
The Doctor licked Dante’s ear, “cum for me. Fill Your quarterback’s ass.”
“Yesss, sir. Fffuck,” Dante closed his eyes and moaned loud as he shot his load right up Chad’s smooth white ass.
Feeling Dante’s warm seed filling deep inside him, sent the quarterback over the edge. In a chain action, Chad cried out and came in waves down Cody’s throat. Cody in return greedily lap up the large amount of cum that ran out of his mouth and down his chin. He tried desperately to swallow it all. While Dante was shooting his load into Chad, his ass muscles tighten its vice like grip on the doctor’s cock and began to milk it. The doctor quickly followed his new slaves and came deep into Dante.
SACKING THE QUARTERBACK PART 2
The next day at the team facilities, the players were all in a good mood after their latest win. It was hard to believe they started the season last in the league, and now a major contender for the division championship and potential shot at the Super Bowl. Monday practices were usually for going over the mistakes and improvements from the Sunday game. Everyone was talking about JJ, Cody, and a few others outstanding performances during the last game, they were having the best month of their season. JJ had tackled the opponent’s quarterback twice and had even intercepted the ball. He seemed unstoppable. Cody was on fire as he made two touchdowns, including a 50 yard run.
Chad arrived at practice with a hangover from partying with his girlfriend the night before. When he got to the locker room, he saw several guys on the team looking at a cellphone.
“Yo, Chad, have you seen your boy Cody’s new ad campaign,” Jamel, one of the defensive linemen. The black muscle bound football player was wearing only a towel. The white towel contested beautifully against his dark chocolate skin.
“No, what endorsement he got this time,” Chad replied as he dropped his gym bag and took the phone from Jamel’s hand.
“A faggot underwear company,” Jamel laughed. “Guess he is not the conservatives golden boy anymore.”
Chad watched the ad on the phone’s screen. In the ad, Cody was wearing only a white bikini briefs that was a size too small for the running back. The camera traveled down his chisel, hairless body to his full package. The camera then cut to him walking away, before zooming in on his round perfect ass in the underwear. A tiny rainbow flag logo was on his right ass cheek. The camera then moved up and Cody turned his head toward the camera and winked. Chad was speechless as he watched the full video. He also found himself hard. Just then Cody came into the locker room, shirtless and in a pair of black tights. Jamel and several other players began to tease him, whistling and giving catcalls.
“Don’t be jealous, men. As they said, if you got it flaunt it,” Cody laughed.
Chad got to know Cody pretty well over the season with both being the star quarterback and running back of the team, and he would never suspect Cody to have agreed to do such an ad campaign. Cody often talked about his conservative republican upbringing. However, the running back has been acting differently lately. Cody had dumped his model girlfriend which made the front page on every tabloid in the country, and he stopped hanging with the guys after practice. Cody even stopped changing and showering in the locker rooms, like he was suddenly shy about being nude. Chad knew Cody had nothing to be shy about in the cock department. Chad couldn’t help from checking out the blonde god teammate. Cody also started spending all of his free time with that doctor that was always hanging around the field. The man was older enough to be both Chad and Cody’s fathers. The way Cody, always looking at the older man, started to make Chad wonder about his teammate’s sexuality. Chad also noticed that Cody wasn’t the only one on the team who changed and spent all of their time with that Dr. Davis. JJ White, the defensive linemen, also was acting weird. He divorced his wife only days ago and moved into the doctor’s huge mansion. Like Cody he stopped undressing in the locker room, and always had some can of odd looking bulge in his pants, like he was wearing a cup all the time. However, whatever was wrong with them was doing the team pretty good. It was the best year the team had in years. Last season the team was dead last, and fortunately for Chad, had the opportunity to pick the first overall draft. He had mixed emotions when the team picked him as the new quarterback but how the season going so far Chad was very happy with winning,
During morning drills, Chad and his receivers practiced the various plays. It was hot so most of them stripped down to the bare minimum. Chad was practicing only in his white compression shorts that offered little modesty. After practice, Chad was heading to the review room to go over the tapes from Sunday's game, when he heard voices and grunting coming from one of the empty offices. Chad peeled into the office and couldn’t believe his eyes. Jamel was butt naked with his wide back facing the door and that Dr. Davis was standing right behind him.
“Just relax, my touch feels so good to you,” the older man was whispering into Jamel’s left ear as he ran his right hand down the black football player’s dark smooth back.
The tough, straight football leg out a low groan as he gripped the desk in front of him. Chad couldn’t move as he watched the older man’s white hand run down to the massive black ass in front of him.
“It feel so good to obey,” the Doctor licked Jamel’s earlobe.
“Fffuck, feel so good,” Jamel moaned, his thick lips parted.
Chad felt his own cock stirring as he watched the smaller, older man moving his hand further down, between the basketball size glutes toward Jamel’s hole. Jamel grunted again and pushed his ass out as the doctor stroked the larger man’s tight hole.
“It feels so good to obey and serve,” the doctor repeated as he removed his finger from between the football player’s ass and put it up to Jamel’s lips.
“Mmm, yes,” Jamel opened his mouth and began to suck on the doctor’s finger.
Chad was so hard as he watched the big, intimidating Jamel obediently suck on the other man’s finger. The doctor pushed another finger into Jamel’s mouth and was moving them in and out between the full lips. Jamel was sucking them as if they were a cock. Chad was so turned on and focused on the two men in the room that he didn’t realize that he was stroking and squeezing his own cock through his shorts. The doctor removed his fingers from Jamel’s mouth and moved them back to the huge black ass. Jamel grunted loud, “Shit,” as the doctor pushed one of the wet fingers into his tight hole. Chad’s eyes widened as he saw Jamel’s large black cock bouncing and throbbing as the doctor moved the finger in and out of the football player’s hole.
“You will feel only pleasure when you submit and let me fuck you,” the doctor whispered as he roughly pushed in a second finger.
“Fffuck, I’m, I'm your bitch,” Jamel growled as he pushed back his powerful ass.
“Good, boy,” the doctor whispered as he pulled out his fingers from between the two large globes.
Chad didn’t notice that the doctor’s cock was already out until the older man gripped Jamel’s full sexy hips. It looked so big and thick as it slid between Jamel’s black granite-like ass cheeks.
“Oh Fffuck, god damn,” Jamel yelled as he was penetrated for the first time. He threw his head back and parted his lips. “Feel so fucking good,” Jamel cried out.
Chad couldn’t believe what he was seeing and was so turned on. He was unaware that he was jacking off his own cock while he watched the big, powerful, tough football player getting bred like a bitch. Suddenly his eyes met the doctor’s. The doctor was smiling at Chad while he was pounding in and out of the black adonis. Chad’s eyes were locked as he stared into the doctor’s eyes. Then Chad came hard in his hands and white compression shorts. He was so embarrassed and aroused at the same time. He finally was able to break eye contact from the older man and found the will power to run from the room.
Embarrassed and horny, Chad hurried to the review room to review the tapes from Sunday’s game. The offensive players were already seated in the stadium like chairs, laughing and joking with each other. Chad paid them little attention as he took his normal seat in the middle seat of the front roll, with Cody to his left and Dante Willis, the wide receiver, to his right. They were still sweaty from practice. Cody’s white compression shirt was transparent, showing off his abs. Dante’s black sleeveless shirt, displayed his shredded arms. His flawless milk chocolate skin was glossy with sweat. Each player was drinking out of the individual team mags. Their joking and laughter slowly died down as the film began to play on the large monitor. Chad didn’t play much attention, his mind was still on Jamel and the doctor. He still couldn’t believe what he saw. Jamel was the last person he thought would let anyone fuck him. Chad’s mind was brought back to the film when he heard his unmistakable moans coming from the huge monitor. He turned his attention to the monitor and was shocked to see instead of the plays from the Sunday game, he saw himself bent over the massage table getting fucked by Rick. He looked around and saw his teammates staring at the screen. Their faces were blank but he noticed several of his teammates had taken out their cocks and were stroking themselves. His moans on the screen were loud and clear. His embarrassment was growing but he remained rock hard.
