Corporate Takeover
Alexander had built a successful business empire at an early age. At 35 he was on his way to being a billionaire. He succeeded by always being in control and in charge, always pushing himself and the people around him hard. Many considered him a cut throat having taken over a dozen businesses. Others consider him an envisionary. Nevertheless, he was the face of his business empire, AlexiCorp, with his chiseled good looks, and lean masculine body. He was viewed by the public more as a celebrity than a stuffy CEO. Alexander appeared in both the business and the social selection of news media. The media even speculated on which model or celebrity he was bedding at any given night. There was even talk about him running for public office. However, now he was in the fight of his life as he was now on the receiving end of a take over. GR Industries, an international conglomerate, was making his board of directors an offer to acquire Alexander’s business out from under him. He was determined not to let that happen.
After a stormy board meeting, Alexander stormed out of the board room toward his office. “I don’t want to be disturbed,” he barked at his secretary as he slammed his office door closed behind him. He pulled off his Armani suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting at his desk. He had barely got the votes on the board to slay off the latest offer from GRI, but he knew that the massive conglomerate would not back down and would be back with a larger offer. As he sat at his desk going through emails, a new email notification popped up on his computer screen. The email title caught Alexander's attention, “urgent: truth about GR industries.” Intrigued, he opened the email and discovered an attachment. He knew he should be lurrely about opening attachments, but his company had developed some of the most advanced anti-virus programs in the world. The attachment started to play a video in which it claimed that GR Industries was a part of an international organization that calls themselves the Cartel. The Cartel ran a vast network of black markets, brothals, and sex trade of men. It seemed too unbelievable to Alexander as he watched the video play out on his laptop. Periodically the screen would freeze up and a bright color spiral appeared. He should have feared that his laptop and system was being exposed to a virus, however oddly Alexander found it relaxing. Among the bright patterns were fast moving words and images flashing on the screen before the video resumed. They were too fast for Alexander’s naked eyes to make out. However, his subconscious was being bombarded over and over.
Alexander suddenly felt tired and his mind drifted off. He had been so stressed fighting to build and now keep control of his business empire. Was it really worth the stress? He has always been in charge and in control. Wasn't it worth it? Maybe he should give up control. He didn’t even realize that he was watching, fit muscular younger men getting fucked and used in various means by older men. Alexander was straight and according to the tabloids a notorious womanizer, however, he found himself getting hard in watching the video play out before him. His eyes were glued to the monitor as his hands moved on their own to undo his tie and slowly unbutton his expensive silk shirt.
“The Cartel knows best,” flashed on the monitor.
Alexander pulled his shirt open and revealed his tight chisel body. Despite his busy schedule he always made sure he took exceptional care of his body. The distinction of being the sexiest CEO in Corporate America was well earned. He began to run his hands over his sculpted torso, over his firm developed pecs and down his tight 6pack, as he watched men with bodies very much like his own getting fucked. Their moans were becoming intoxicating to him.
“The Cartel must be obeyed,” flashed on the laptop screen.
Alexander’s hands reached his suit pants and began to rub his bulging crotch.
“It is pleasurable to serve the Cartel.”
Alexander unzipped his tailed pants and eased them down his thighs. His designer white briefs were stretched over his raging hard on. He couldn’t believe he was so turned on.
The video showed the power of the Cartel. It was all powerful. It showed entire units of elite soldiers being enslaved and used. Famous celebrities and athletes submitting to the Cartel and getting fucked. Alexander’s mind was spinning. He pulled his cock out of the tight briefs and wrapped his fist around his hard, throbbing cock. He was moving his foreskin up and down his staff as he continued to watch the video playing over and over. As he stroked his hard on with his right hand, he lifted his left hand to his chest and began to twist and pull his sensitive nipples. He was so turned on. He saw the unmistakable image of the masculine quarterback of the football team that Alexander had recently purchased. The blond adonis was in his uniform being suspended by a harness from the ceiling of the football team locker room. He was being swung around by a group of men, getting his ass and mouth fucked. Alexander beat his cock off quicker.
“God, I need to get fucked sooo bad,” Alexander moaned.
Alexander pulled his fingers from his sore nipples and pushed a finger between his legs. He began to tease and prove his own hole. Not taking his eyes off the monitor he pushed his index finger into his tight virgin hole. It felt so good as he started to stroke his insides. He pumped his cock harder until he couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing his head back he cried out and his cock shot out his load in a high arch. The cum spray landed over his abs, smooth pecs and even his face. He then collapsed back in his chair in exhaustion. He had no idea that while he was watching the video and jacking off the webcam on his laptop was activated and was live streaming in the boardroom. His board members watched in shock and dismay.
Alexander was still sprung out on his chair, with his shirt open and pants down around his ankles, when his intercom beeped.
“Sir, David Rutherford wishes to see you,” his secretary’s nervous sounding voice came through the speaker of his phone.
His head still resting against the back of his chair, Alexander reached for the button, “send him in.”
Alexander didn’t bother to put his clothes back on, as the head of GRI and the Cartel entered the office. David Rutherford smiled as he saw the normally impeccably dressed and groomed Alexander, half naked and covered in his own cum. Alexander started to stand up, but David placed his hand on his shoulders and gently pushed him back down.
“Sshh, you had put on quite the show for the board,” the older man laughed as he stood behind Alexander and massaged his shoulders. “They were so impressed that they reversed their vote and voted unanimously for the merger.”
Alexander didn’t protest or even care about the news. The Cartel was too powerful to fight. David Rutherford moved his hands down Alexander’s muscular chest, cupping and squeezing the well developed pecs. “You will remain on as President of the company, but in a fully figurehead status, you understand,” David scooped up a handful of Alexander’s cum from his smooth pecs and put his hand to Alexander’s mouth.
“Yes, sir,” Alexander replied before he licked his own cum off David’s hand.
“Good boy. Now I got some papers for you to sign,” David placed a folder on the desk before Alexander.
The previously business savvy Alexander didn’t read any of the documents as he signed away all of his assets, property, shares, and even his freedom to David Rutherford and the Cartel.
To officially inaugurate the new board of Directors of AlexiCorp, which was composed of members of the Cartel, Alexander was suspended nake by a harness over the conference table. His muscular arms and legs dangling as each board member then proceeded to use his ass and mouth. Alexander moaned with his mouth stuffed with cocks as he got pounded by one cock after another. His cock remained rock hard and throbbing while leaking pre-cum on to the great table. When one man came in his ass or mouth, he was swung around and another set of cocks was pushed into him. There were 12 board members, each one taking turns cumming in his ass and mouth. As for himself, he came three times on the table below him.
After the merge, Alexander disappeared from public view. He no longer had any stress in his life. He went to spend his days by the poolside of huge mansions in tiny speedos or thongs, serving men he once considered his equal.
2022-04-13 01:01:48 +0000 UTC
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Vladimir
“I’m so disappointed that you want to end your stay at our island so early,” Xavier Pompeii walked over to the handsome man sitting on the posh leather couch and handed him a drink. “May I ask why you suddenly desire to leave.”
Vladimir sipped the expensive liquor, “ I had been misled. I had been promised a week of partying and when I got here, the island was all filled with men.” Vladimir spoke with a heavy Russian accent.
The tall, elegant dressed Xavier couldn’t help but admire the heavily tattooed stud, Vladimir sitting on the leather couch. Vladimir’s white sateen shirt caresses his well built body, especially hugging his muscular arms.
“I’m afraid you can’t leave at the moment due to the present situation with your country,” Xavier sipped his own drink.
“Fuck that,” Vladimir cussed in Russian. “I had no problem getting to this faggot island!”
“I understand your frustration but you arrived on an Italian flight. Currently there are no flights to Russia. Also your finances are quite tied up by sanctions against your family.”
“My father is a very powerful man,” Vladimir was getting angrier.
“I’m afraid that's the problem. Your father has been identified as a member of the Russian oligarchy and all of his and unfortunately your assets have been frozen,” Xavier watched the handsome, masculine Russian playboy go from being arrogant to desperate in seconds as he realized he was broke.
Vladimir quietly sipped his drink.
“However, that leaves both of us in a tight situation. You see your credit cards you charged the suite with, and the drinks and food, even your very nice clothes, have been cut off,” Xavier smiled.
“What do you mean,” Vladimir suddenly became scared.
“You had to rack up quite the tab here,” Xavier enjoyed watching the cocky Russian squirm in front of him. “Of course you can return the clothes and we can make arrangements for you to work off what is left of what you own.”
“Work if off, doing what? I’m not going to wait tables and mop floors,” Vladimir down the rest of his drink and started to feel the effects of the strong liquid.
Xavier got up and poured the handsome Russian another drink
“Well you do have a very nice body. Many of our guests had already complimented you on how nice and tight your body appears.”
Vladimir turned white, “my body?” “I can’t, I'm, I’m straight,” he gulped the second drink down. It felt stronger than the first drink. “Is there any other way. . . I can. . .”
He looked up at the tall, elegant Xavier towering over him. Vladimir suddenly felt woozy and couldn’t concentrate. It was getting harder for Vladimir to think from the strong liquor and the drugs Xavier slipped into the drink. He could no longer speak English which he was quite fluent in, and could only slur his Russian.
He watched Xavier take the glass from his hand, “we don’t want to ruin the shirt before you return it.” “That is a very nice watch,” Xavier lifted Vladimir’s now limp wrist.
“нет моего папы,” Vladimir tried to protest in Russian, but was not able to stop the older man from taking the gold Rolex off his tattooed wrist.
Xavier then sat down beside him on the couch and proceeded to unbutton the tight sateen shirt, slowly revealing Vladimir’s tattooed covered pecs and his chisel 8 pack abs. It became harder and harder for Vladimir to think or protest. He couldn’t even keep his head from falling backwards.
Xavier smiled and spread the shirt open. He then leans in and flicks his tongue over Vladimir’s right nipple. He could smell the scent of the expensive cologne on the Russian’s tattooed skin. Vladimir let out a moan as Xavier then began to suck on it. The older man reached his right hand down to the Russian’s crotch, squeezing and stroking Vladimir’s cock through the designer jeans. He then popped the top button and unzipped the jeans while continuing to suck and nibble on Vladimir’s fast swelling right nipple. Vladimir moaned in Russian in protest but Xavier ignored him. He reached his hand deep into the jeans and gripped the Russian’s impressive cock through the white satin designer briefs. The soft bikini briefs held Vladimir’s cock tightly as it started to grow hard as Xavier manipulated it and his nipples. Xavier pulled off Vladimir’s nipples and finished undressing and repossessing the muscular stud’s clothes. He stripped the helpless playboy down to the white briefs and then left him spun out on the couch. Russian men of Vladimir’s quality were in high demand and would be quite popular for the island’s guests. His chisel perfect body and rough tattoos and facial hair made him appear dangerous. The island’s elite guests would pay a lot to tame a Russian beast like him.
Xavier wrapped his arm around Vladimir’s broad shoulders, pulling him tight against him. He then pulled a Viarga pill from his suit jacket and parted Vladimir’s thick full lips.
“There you go, baby, swallow the pill,” Xavier then poured more laced liquor down his throat.
Soon Vladimir was flying so high and his cock was throbbing in the tight briefs. Xavier undid his own pants and pulled out his thick hard cock. He placed his hand on the back of Vladimir’s muscular neck and pulled him down onto his cock. Vladimir obediently opened his mouth and wrapped his sexy lips around the fat cock. Xavier gripped Vladimir’s hair and guided his head on and off his cock. Vladimir moaned over Xavier’s cock as his throat was fucked for the first time. The straight stud coated the cock with saliva and drool. The resort manager freely ran his free hand down the muscle layered back toward the plumped bubble ass trapped in the tight white briefs. It was tight and compacted, perfectly round. Vladimir found himself pushing his ass up toward the older man’s probing hand. Xavier smiled down at the newest “employee” of the resort. He then pushed his hand into the briefs, pushing them down over the sculpted ass.
Vladimir became quite popular with the guests of Paradise island. At night he performs at one of the island resorts nightclubs as a stripper and gogo boy. Men groped and fondled him as he danced in his tiny g-string. His sculpted, tattooed body was for other men’s pleasure. After his night shift he would go back to the suite of the richest guest and spend the rest of the night getting fucked. During the day he works at the cabanas serving the guests every need. He moaned as he was fucked in the mouth and ass several times during the day,
2022-04-12 01:02:48 +0000 UTC
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Arthur was using the elliptical trainer while watching the group of younger frat jock boys types working out across the gym from him. Each boy was cocky and beautiful as they workout and flex their smooth, flawless muscles. Arthur noticed one boy in particular, his favorite, Ryan. The stud was the tallest of the group and radiated arrogance about him. The ball cap over his dark hair was turned backwards in the frat boy style. His oversized Vanquish stringer didn’t hide his smooth, well developed chest and mountainous shoulders. In fact his large meaty pecs and pert firm nipples were on full display as he flexed and pumped them while working his chest. The frat boy’s shorts were baggy and long but his legs and youthful ass showed great promise as he bent. Ryan was such as cock tease as he was strutting around in the gym, laughing and joking with his frat jock bros, flexing his hard tight muscles while flirting with girls and women. He was the star pitcher of the baseball team, an athletic god who was used to getting his way and worshipped by his admirers. Arthur continued to watch as the frat boy peeled the shoulder straps of his stringer off his broad shoulders and let the shirt fall to his narrow waist. He was a god, with his chisel abs, flawless skin stretched over ripped hard muscles. The jock flexed his pecs and shoulders in the mirror, his muscles ripping and bulging. Arthur stared too long and his eyes met Ryan’s through the gym mirror. The muscle stud nervously smirked back at him.
A few minutes later, Ryan said goodbye to his friends at the gym and walked across the parking garage. He had proudly pulled off his shirt and threw it over his right shoulder, showing off his shredded, pumped muscles. However, instead of walking over to his jeep he approached a black BMW. The passenger door opened. Ryan stood sideways by the open door and looked around to see if anyone was nearby. He looked over and saw Arthur sitting in the driver’s seat with his cock out, stroking it. Ryan then discreetly pulled his shorts down from behind to reveal his plump jockstrap framed ass. The normally cocky jock nervously swallowed and just stood there watching Arthur stroke his thick, large cock. Ryan kept telling himself that he was no fag and it was a mistake when he first fooled around with Arthur. He didn’t even know how the old man got him to suck his cock in the first place while they were in the sauna one evening. He kept telling himself he was straight, it was a mistake. However, each time the muscle frat boy saw Arthur at the gym, Ryan ends up sucking the older man’s cock. Ryan found himself siding into the passenger seat of the expensive car and closing the door.
Arthur was sitting in his car with Ryan’s head buried in his lap. The stud’s backwards capped head was bobbing up and down on his cock as he leaned over Arthur’s lap. Arthur ran his right hand down the shirtless back. The boy’s skin was so smooth and flawless as it stretched over hard, shredded muscles. It was hard to believe Ryan was the same cocky jock that was flexing and showing off earlier and who was now slurping on Arthur’s fat cock. Arthur ran his hands down the flawless muscle layered back to the jock boy’s shorts. He pushed his hands into the shorts to reveal the frat boy’s black jockstrap. The boy squirmed to help Arthur ease the shorts down over his bubble ass. The ass was beautiful, smooth and flawless, framed by the black straps of the jock. Ryan let out a muffled groan over the thick cock as Arthur slapped and then squeezed the meaty but firm left ass cheek. Encouraged by the manhandling of his ass, the frat boy sucked harder on the cock. Arthur couldn’t resist slapping the beautiful ass again causing more muffled moans escaping from Ryan’s stuffed mouth. The older man smiles to himself, the stud like getting spanked. He placed his left hand on the boy’s backwards ball cap, which had his university’s baseball team logo on it, and began to roughly guide Ryan’s head up and down his cock. Meanwhile, Arthur was slapping each perfect ass cheek with his right hand.
The cock felt so good siding down his throat while Arthur manhandled his hot sexy ass. Ryan felt so blissfully relaxed and focused on the cock he was worshiping. He never sucked another cock in his life, but it felt so natural to serve Arthur’s. Even the stringing feeling of Arthur’s hand impacting on his firm bubble ass was oddly arousing. He had never been spanked while growing up but the feeling of being used made him so hard. Ryan’s own cock was trapped in the tight confines of his jockstrap, begging to be freed.
Ryan’s mouth felt so good on Arthur’s cock. Arthur roughly guided the jock’s head on and off his cock while spanking and exploring the tight muscle ass. He was so close to coming. Arthur gripped Ryan’s head and held it tight down to the base of his cock. Ryan couldn’t breathe with his nose pressed against the other man’s lower stomach, but he didn’t resist or fight. Arthur moaned and pushed toward Ryan’s mouth. He came quick and hard down the boy’s throat. When Arthur let go of his head, the jock boy hungrily lap up every drop of the precious cum. He swallowed every drop.
Ryan didn’t say a word as he pulled his mouth off Arthur’s cock and sat up in the passenger seat. Arthur put his cock away in his pants. He smiled at Ryan, noticing that the jock didn’t instantly get out of the car and ran off in guilt. This time Ryan just sat there with his hands over his bulging crotch, gently stroking himself. Ryan was pulled between his straight instinct to get out of the car and run, and the desire to go home with the older man and accept his new life. Arthur started the car and proceeded to pull out of the parking garage. As he drove, he reached over and stroked the jock’s thick, powerful legs. Ryan pulled his shorts down to his shoes and returned to stare straight ahead. One of the corners of his eyes, Arthur noticed the thick cords of muscles in Ryan’s neck flexing as he nervously swallowed. Arthur couldn’t wait to get the baseball jock back to his house and fuck that prime virgin jock ass.
2022-04-11 00:49:49 +0000 UTC
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SHAWN AND HIS ROOMMATE CHAPTER FIVE
Kamer and Les were still fucking and dominating the two jocks when there was a knock on the door to the apartment. Wilbur, sitting the camera down on a tripod, went to answer it. He smiled as his eyes traveled down the coach’s body. Coach Eric Janicki was an athletic man in his forties, with reddish brown hair and a trimmed beard. In fact he was in excellent shape. The short sleeves of his polo shirt were stretched over his massive biceps and hugged his large pecs. His short khaki shorts displayed his smooth, thick legs and an impressive bulging crotch. The freshly shaved legs showed off the incredible definition of his huge sculpted thighs, each were as big as Wilbur’s waist. The Coach often bonded with his players by working out with them, and it was obvious that he was equal to their physiques. He was the youngest coach in state history and there was even talk about a future as a NFL coach for him. He was popular even despite the scandal a month ago when the coach’s wife left and took their kids with her. There were rumors of affairs and more, but the team and university remained behind him.
“About time you made it, Coach,” Wilbur boldly reached out and gripped the large bulge in the coach’s tight shorts, causing masculine coach to moan.
Wilbur smiled as he felt the cock cage through the coach’s shorts, “good boy. How was your meeting with the new gay athletic boosters? Got a lot of donations?”
“Yes, sir,” the coach closed his eyes as he answered. His cock was painfully trying to get hard in the steel cockcage.
“I think you should see the results of the assistance you provided,” the gay nerd took the coach’s large left hand and led him into the living room.
The coach then saw his two best football players getting fucked by the two skinny, smaller boys. He was so mixed in emotions.
“It is all owed to you,” Wilbur hand slid down to the Coach’s tight large ass.
The coach felt guilt and lust as he heard the masculine jocks moaning. Wilbur had made him drug and later set up the two star players to be tutored by the nerd. The coach had no choice but to obey. He had been enslaved by the skinny nerd just like Shawn and Austin.
The straight muscular coach never had a gay thought or desire in his life before he met Wilbur. It was a blur to him at how the skinny nerd had seduced him, wrapping him around the nerd’s finger. The coach Janicki, who was bigger, stronger, older than Wilbur, but he couldn’t think or resist anymore.
A few month previously, Coach Eric Janicki was in an upscale hotel ballroom meeting and socializing with rich athletic boosters and donors. He made quite the figure in his pale blue suit that showed off his muscular body and wide shoulders. He had swept a few of the wives of the rich donors off their feet as he flirted with them, and made their husbands envious of his good looks and muscular body. He knew he looked good and his confidence showed as he worked the rich donors. Eric was happily married but a little flirting for donations for the football team was not beyond him. Taking a break from socializing, the coach went over to the bar to order a drink, when a skinny, small younger man holding two drinks in hand approached him.
“Sorry to bother you Coach Janicki, I just want to apologize for yesterday,” the nerdy younger man meekly spoke as he held out a glass.
At first the coach didn’t recognize the skinny, small man before him, Eric rarely had time for non-athletes. However, he soon remembered the nerd who had complained the day before about his players bullying gay students. The coach swept the issue aside.
“Thank you,” Coach Janicki replied, trying to be gracious, as he took the drink from Wilbur’s hand. “There is nothing to apologize for, you brought some serious issues to my attention,” Eric try to placate the nerd to get rid of him.
“I thought you might want to continue our discussion from yesterday,” Wilbur openly glance his eyes over Eric’s muscular body,
“There was nothing further to discuss,” Coach's voice was stern. “As I said, I will investigate your concerns.”
Coach Janicki started to walk away but suddenly felt woozy and unbalanced. He felt Wilbur’s hands moving under his suit jacket and feeling up his large firm buttocks.
“What, are you . . .doing,” Eric tried to protest.
Wilbur leaned close to the coach’s muscular body and whispered, “just relax coach. You don’t want to make a scene, you just want to obey and relax.”
“Yes, obey and relax,” Coach Janicki whispered back.
His mind was so muddy that he couldn’t think as the smaller man guided him out of the ballroom. Eric Janicki didn’t remember how they got to the hotel room, but the next thing he remembered was sitting on the hotel bed, his hand between his muscular legs, looking up at Wilbur. Wilbur placed a small brown bottle up to the coach’s nose.
“Breathe in, baby,” Wilbur whispered.
Eric stared up at the nerd and found himself breathing in the strong fragrance. His head suddenly felt like it was floating. His eyes rolled into his head as Wilbur put the bottle to his other nasal.
Wilbur then ran his hands over the suit covered broad shoulders and up to the coach’s head, stroking his thick hair, “it feels so good to obey and serve.” The nerd’s hands felt so surprisingly good.
“Yesss, ssooo, good,” Eric was swaying.
Wilbur gripped the coach’s tie and pulled the larger man into a kiss. Eric moaned into Wilbur’s mouth as the nerd pushed his tongue into the coach’s mouth, dominating his tongue. The coach closed his eyes as his mind was flying high and his cock was rock hard and trapped in his suit pants. Wilbur pulled away from the mind fucked Coach and smiled. Eric opened his eyes and looked up at the nerd. Wilbur then reached down and unzipped his own pants, pulling out his own monster of a cock. The straight, macho alpha stud found himself sliding off the bed and down on his knees. Looking up at the nerd for approval, the coach opened his mouth and took his first cock into his mouth. He was soon gagging, coughing, and drooling over it as Wilbur gripped his hair and guided him on and off the cock.
It felt like an eternity but finally Wilbur pulled the coach's head off his cock. Eric was relieved as he breathed in air. However, Wilbur gripped his hair again and gave another hit from the brown bottle to each nasal. Eric felt a wave of calm and lightness washed over him. He continued to offer no resistance as he was pulled off his knees and bent over the soft bed. Wilbur then reached under the coach and undid the suit pants. He roughly pulled them down, revealing the thick cords of muscles of the coach’s hairy legs and the tight white briefs that were stretched over the well developed ass. Eric was moaning and found himself grinding against the soft bed like a slut in heat. Wilbur smiled down at the mindfucked stud before reaching down and ripping the briefs open.
Wilbur aimed his saliva and drool coated cock between the coach’s fat, yet firm ass cheeks, “just relax, baby.”
Wilbur then gripped Coach Janicki’s waist and pushed into Eric’s tight virgin ass. Tears ran down the coach’s masculine face as he was impaled by the nerd’s huge cock. Wilbur began to move in and out, each time harder and deeper. He pounded the older man’s prostate, causing the coach to groan and moan loud. The coach gripped the sheets. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. However, as Eric was so close to coming, his ass muscles tightening around Wilbur’s cock, Wilbur reached under the coach and pressed on the gland of the coach’s cockhead.
“Oh, god, please let me cum, please,” the coach cried out. The coach was desperate to cum, “please, I do anything.”
Smiling, “good boy, now cum for me,” Wilbur released the coach’s cock.
“Fffuck, yes, sir,” the coach came hard and long.
A week later, Coach Janicki thought that his experience was a one time episode , a mistake, until Wilbur showed up at the front door of his house while Eric was home alone. Before he knew it they were in his bedroom, on his back getting fucked by Wilbur once again. He was moaning loud as the nerd slammed in and out of him, when Eric’s wife walked in on them. Wilbur set it all up, timing the coach’s wife’s return home as he sent the coach over the edge. Eric came hard on the bed he and his wife had shared. After a furious argument, the coach’s wife left and took their kids with her. The University had covered the whole scandal up. The coach left completely dependent on Wilbur. He had no choice but to serve the nerd and do his bidding, including setting up his two star jocks to be enslaved.
Coach Janicki felt guilt as he stood in the living room, watching Austin and Shawn getting fucked in various positions before him. He didn’t move as Wilbur reached around him and undid his shorts. Wilbur slid the shorts down Eric’s muscle packed legs, revealing the tight white briefs. The cockcage was clearly visible through the white jock pouch. Wilbur reached down and pulled out the black buttplug from between the plump muscular ass cheeks. The coach grunted, relieved to have the plug removed.
“Well you were very popular with the new athletic booster group,” Wilbur laughed as the cum that the donors had deposited leaked out of the coach’s ass.
“Yes, master,” the coach continued to watch his players getting fucked, while Wilbur gripped his waist and pushed into his loose manpussy.
2022-04-09 01:46:58 +0000 UTC
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Shawn and his Roommate Chapter 4
Both Shawn and Austin were on their knees sucking Les, Kamer, and Wilbur’s cocks, while the three nerds played their video games. While the big muscular jocks were gagging and slurping on the boys' cocks, Shawn had closed his eyes in the hope that his mind would take him someplace else then there. He tried to imagine himself someplace else as Wilbur and Les were guiding his head on and off their cocks. Austin, however, wasn’t as skilled at detaching himself as Shawn was. He was crying and whimpering as he gagged on Kamer’s cock. The skinny Indian exchange student pulled Austin off his cock and slapped the quarterback’s masculine face with his cock before solving it back into the jock’s mouth. Despite how humiliated they were, Austin’s 5” cock was rock hard, as was Shawn’s 8” cock. Their cocks were still held tight in their embarrassing leather corsets and thongs. All along the nerds continued to play their video, screaming and cheering as each scored. Every few minutes Wilbur would pull the jocks off the nerds’ cocks and pull their heads back to give them a pill and a long drink of water, to keep them docile and aroused.
Les yelled, “hell, yea,” as he scored and won the game. To celebrate he thrusted his cock been down Shawn’s throat and shot his load. Shawn couldn’t breathe as the cum flooded down his throat. When Les stopped coming and pulled out, Shawn fell on to his hands and knees, coughing, trying to catch his breath. The three nerds merely laughed at him. Wilbur stood up while jacking his cock, and grabbed a fist full of Shawn’s hair. He laughed as he aimed his cock at the running back’s handsome face and shot his load. Shawn was barely able to close his eyes before the cum sprayed over him. Kamer meanwhile had pushed Austin’s face down on his feet and the hot American jock was licking and sucking the Indian boy’s feet and toes. Austin groaned with his mouth full as Kamer made him take as much of the foot he could. Austin’s handsome, chisel face was covered in sweat and tears.
“Let's do shots,” Wilbur said. “Shawnie boy’s rich daddy sent him a bottle of top shelf Tequila for his birthday.”
Shawn was hoping to save the expensive bottle of tequila for a special occasion. He could only watch on his hands and knees as Les and Wilbur ran naked into the kitchen to get the bottle.
“Hey, let's do body shots,” as Kamer pulled Austin up onto his hands and knees by the thong. The pouches pulled tight around the jock’s helpless cock and balls, causing Austin’s balls to slip out the side of the leather thong.
“That’s awesome, let's do it on the studs here,” Wilbur held up the expensive, rare bottle of tequila.
Shawn and Austin were both made to strip naked. Some part of them was glad to be free from the humiliating and uncomfortable getups. However, as they stood naked they knew their humiliation was just beginning. Their cocks remained rock hard and throbbing despite themselves.
“You two go first. I have plans later tonight,” Wilbur announced. “But I will record.” The nerd held up the camcorder. If they could clearly think, Austin and Shawn would had turned pale, fearing what the nerd would do with the video.
Their large, muscular bodies felt unsteady and weak as they were pulled to their feet and led over to the couch and coffee table. Shawn was laid down on the couch, while Austin was laid on the large coffee table. Both studs looked confused as they stared up at the three nerds. Les then knelt beside Shawn’s chiseled, outstretched body, while Kamer did the same beside Austin.
“Ok, you both start licking when I pour the double shots over their abs. You lick down to the lime, suck it and then suck your jock’s wiener,” Wilbur then placed a wedge of lime on each jock’s bellybutton.
Both Shawn and Austin had outies and their stomachs were void of any fat, making it difficult for the limes to stand up in their bellybuttons. Wilbur poured two double shot glasses full of tequila and held a shot glass in each hand between the couch and the coffee, “ok, ready, set, go!”
Wilbur then poured the double shots of tequila between the top set of abs of each jock. Les and Kamer began to lick up the tequila as it ran down the deep valleys of each cobblestone abs. While his friends were licking the jocks’ abs, Wilbur titled Shawn’s head and poured a hefty dose of Tequila down his throat. Laughing, Wilbur then moved to Austin and did the same. The nerds licked down the washboard abs and gripped the lime with their teeth from each muscle bound jock’s bellybutton. The nerds then sucked on the limes before spitting them out and wrapping their mouths around the jocks’ throbbing cocks. Both straight jocks were totally out of it, as the nerds teased and sucked on their cock.
“Oh, fuck, please let us cum,” Austin threw his head back and moaned.
Both jocks were squirming for release. However, the nerds were applying just the right pressure on their cocks to keep them from coming. The jocks’ balls were pulled up tight and their cockheads were red, demanding release. The nerds used their tongues to flick and tease the studs’ cockheads sending shrivels up both Austin and Shawn’s bodies.
All the while Wilbur was walking around them, however,instead of recording them, he was live streaming, “ fucking hot. Now, do their backsides now.”
The nerds pulled off the jocks’ throbbing cocks. “Fuck, yeah,” both Les and Kamer replied and high five each other.
Austin and Shawn were so wasted that they offered no resistance as they were rolled onto the floor, face down. Their muscular, sculpted asses were facing the three nerds.
“Damn, look at that ass,” Les slapped Shawn’s flawless bubble ass. “I have to say those are better than any woman’s.” Of the three nerds, Les was the straight one. It wasn’t about sex with the two ultra alpha muscle gods, but more about revenge and control. He was turned on by the power of having complete control over those two muscle jocks that made his life a hell before now. He slapped the ass again, harder, and smirked as Shawn cried out.
“Here, spread their asses open,” Wilbur instructed his friends.
“What are you doing,” Shawn looked over his massive shoulders and meekly protested.
“Relax, baby,” Wilbur patted the muscle stud on the wide, sweaty back.
Les and Kamer then took two funnels that Wilbur had brought from the kitchen earlier and roughly inserted the narrow ends into both jocks’ shaved jockpussies.
“What thee . .” “Ugh, Fffuck,” both jocks cried out as the funnels were inserted into their holes.
With a mischievous grin at his friends, Wilbur poured an ounce or two of tequila into the funnels. Within minutes both jocks were wasted and completely out of it. They moaned as the funnels were removed and replaced with more wedges of lime. Flying high, the muscle gods were flexing their tight holes around the wedges of lime, moving it in and out of their jockpussies. Their moans were of pure ecstasy. Then Wilbur poured two more double shots and poured it on the small of Austin’s and Shawn’s backs. The deeply chisel cords of muscles that formed v shape of the two jocks lower back direct the tequila down between the powerful ass cheeks. Les and Kamer couldn’t control their laughter as they began to lick the tequila. The tequila ran down between the deep valley of Austin’s and Shawn’s asses. As the nerds pressed their faces between the fat, yet firm ass cheeks, Austin and then Shawn pushed their bubble butts backwards and moaned in heat. When they reached the jocks holes, the two nerds pulled the lime out and sucked on them before pushing their lime covered tongues into each jockpussy.
“Mmm, oh god,” Austin moaned as he pushed his ass back and reached behind to pull Kamer’s head deeper into his ass.
Both jocks were moaning and groaning in pleasure as the nerds’ tongues lapped and flick their tight holes. All along Wilbur was videoing and uploading the scene live on the Freshmeat site. Les was the first to pull his face out of Shawn’s all American ass.
He crawled on top of the muscle god and mounted him. Shawn grunted and pushed his huge ass up, aching his back, to give the skinny nerd complete access to his manpussy.
Meanwhile little Kamer pulled muscle bound Austin on to his wobbly massive legs and bent him over. Austin grabbed his hairless calves to keep balance. As he stood bent over, swaying, his manpussy was exposed and vulnerable to the Indian exchange student. With a smirk on Kamer’s face, he aimed his cock between the large, flawless ass cheeks and pushed in. Austin groaned loud as he was penetrated by the surprisingly thick cock. He almost fell over in the process, but Kamer’s weak, small arms barely kept them on their feet as he slammed in and out of the quarterback’s ass.
The website’s likes and views tally kept going up. Wilbur was happy. He was making a fortune off the two muscle jocks. He already got requests online from men wanting personal time with the jocks to use them. Wilbur agreed to pimp the jocks out for a price of a thousand dollars each. He had to admit he was surprised by the number of men who said they were interested in paying the fee.
Kamer and Les were still fucking and dominating the two jocks when there was a knock on the door to the apartment. Wilbur, sitting the camera down on a tripod, went to answer the door. He smiled as he saw the football coach standing at the door. The nerd smiled as his eyes traveled down the older man’s body. Coach was an athletic man in his forties. In excellent shape. The short sleeves of his polo shirt hugged his massive biceps and were tight around his large pecs. The short khaki shorts displayed his smooth, thick legs. The freshly shaved legs showed off the incredible definition in the huge thighs.
To be continued
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Shawn and His Roomate Chapter 3
Shawn came home late after his appointment with Professor Harris. He could barely make it up the steps to his apartment. He felt embarrassed as the cum leaking out of his ass was clearly visible through the white compression shorts. The peach colored stringer he wore over his buff torso was stained with the Professor’s dry cum. After the older man finished cumming deep inside Shawn’s ass, he took the jock’s shirt and wiped his cock clean before throwing it back at the humiliated stud. Shawn just wanted to get in the shower and recover. After seeing the site, freshjockmeat, on the Professor’s laptop, Shawn began to wonder how many cameras were hidden in the apartment. Was people watching him get fucked by Wilbur in his bedroom, shower? Did people see him getting spanked like a little boy? Was people laughing at the big muscle jock while he cried? Shawn grew more humiliated as he thought about it , and also grew more harder in his jockstrap.
Shawn arrived at the posh off campus apartment, and wondered if all the viewers of his videos paid for it. Upon entering the apartment he heard crying, followed by a loud sound of leather hitting bare skin, coming from the living room. Concerned, he started to head to the living room to investigate, but realized he wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, except for his jockstrap in the apartment. Shawn kicked off his shoes and peeled the cum soaked shorts down his huge, smooth thighs. He pulled the shirt over his head and threw the shirt and shorts into a clothing hamper by the door.
“Please, don’t, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” this time the cry was clearer and louder. It was the unmistakable voice of Austin Stauback, the University’s sexy star quarterback.
Shawn turned the corner to enter the living room and found Austin naked, except for a cut off team shirt, and bent over Wilbur’s knees. The 6’4 blonde jock looked ridiculous as he was bent over the boy half his size, his huge, long legs and arms hanging over the skinny nerd’s lap. Wilbur held Austin’s leather belt in the air. He then brought the belt down hard on Austin’s smooth, plump bubble ass. The sound of the leather hitting the tight muscular ass cheeks echoed through the apartment followed by the quarterback’s screams. Austin kicked out his powerful legs at each impact.
“Ugh, please, fuck, stop,” Austin was begging. He was far from being the arrogant, douchebag jock he was only hours ago. Shawn never saw Austin cry before, and he felt sorry for his teammate.
“When I tell you to shave everything from the neck down, I expect you to do as you are told,” Wilbur raised the belt and brought it back down on Austin’s red ass.
“I’m sorry,” once tough alpha Austin cried.
“Look at Shawn here,” he lifted Austin’s head by the hair. “He is completely smooth, exactly like he was told.” The nerd let Austin’s head fall back down in shame. “Babe, Professor Harris said he was very happy with you today. You did a good job.”
Shawn shrugs his muscular shoulders. He didn’t feel so proud of himself. Wilbur merely smiled. He knows Shawn and Austin hated him, but they couldn’t do anything to stop him from using them, which made the two muscle bound jocks fear him. That aroused the small, weak nerd more than anything. As he talked to Shawn, Wilbur placed a long, skinny finger between Austin’s abused ass cheeks and pushed it hard into the quarterback’s hole. The tall, sexy quarterback whimpered and squirmed as the finger pushed deep and rough into him. Austin looked up at Shawn, pleading with his blue eyes for help. Shawn however, just stood there in his cum stained, bulging jockstrap. His chisel 8 pack abs move in and out as he breathes, as he watched Wilbur working his long finger in and out of Austin’s bubble ass. Austin grunted as the nerd squeezed in a second finger, then a third.
“Please,” Austin’s normally deep, masculine voice cracked as he begged.
“You jocks are such sluts,” Wilbur pulled his fingers from Austin’s stretched hole and let the big jock roll off his lap and onto the floor. “Shawn takes your buddy here and shows him how a good jock boy shaves and cleans himself. My friends will be here in an hour.”
Without saying a word to Wilbur, Shawn helped Austin onto his feet and led him into the bathroom. “I’m ordering some food for the guys,” Wilbur called after them as he took Shawn’s wallet from his book bag and used Shawn’s credit card to order pizza. Once in the bathroom, the two jocks finished undressing and stepped into the shower. Shawn then proceeded to shave his teammate’s hard muscular body.
“Why and how is he doing this to use,” the tall Austin tried to stop himself from crying.
Shawn didn’t look up as he was kneeling before Austin, shaving the quarterback’s balls, “because he can.”
Shawn never held another man’s balls before except for Wilbur’s. Austin’s balls were heavy as Shawn lifted and pulled them aside to shave them. Shawn took his time, making sure to get every piece of hair from Austin’s body.
“Turn around,” Shawn ordered when he finished the front of Austin’s chisel body.
Shawn then worked the back. Austin and Shawn were truly the best built guys at school and in many ways they were similarly built, with powerful legs, wide v shape backs layered with muscles, mountious shoulders, large heavy pecs, and cobblestone abs. Shawn knelt and spread Austin’s bubble ass cheeks. The ass cheeks were firm as he spread them, revealing Austin’s tight hole. It was circled by a ring of fine blonde hair, which Shawn proceeded to carefully shave. Feeling the razor against his sensitive hole caused Austin to let out a deep moan. Shawn swallowed hard as he watched his friend’s rosebud entrance flexed. He knew both of them were going to be fucked hard tonight. Their tight jockpussies pounded hard by the gay nerds as they take revenge on the jocks. Shawn briefly stood up and took the shower wand.
“I’m sorry, Austin,” Shawn said as he knelt back down and pushed the wand into Austin’s hole.
“Fffuck, shit,” Austin cried and leaned against the wall as Shawn began to clean him out.
After both jocks had shaved and cleaned each other thoroughly, they stepped out of the towel and walked naked into the bedroom.
“Now that’s a lot better,” Wilbur smiled as he looked over his two muscle slaves. Their bodies were perfect. “Here drink up,” the nerd handed each jock a bottle of water. “You need to stay hydrated.”
Shawn was the first to drink without question and Austin followed. Both stud’s drank it down. The water had a funny taste to it, but it also tasted familiar to the water Coach was providing in the locker room after each practice. Soon both muscle jocks started to feel docile. Wilbur put a hand on the small of each stud’s back, just above the curvature of their muscular asses, as he led them over to the bed. On the bed were two leather one-piece corsets and thongs. The costumes were like those that were worn by Xena the warrior princess.
“You want us to wear those,” Shawn turned to Wilbur in disbelief.
“Of course babe. You two would look hot,” Wilbur laughed as he gave Shawn’s fat left ass cheek a squeeze.
Shawn hated him so bad. A part of him wanted to shred the ridiculous costumes and beat the crap out of the nerd. However, that part was becoming less and less able to focus. He was becoming more docile by the minute.
Wilbur gave both jocks’ bubble butts a slap, “now get dressed. The guys will be here soon.”
Shawn and Austin squeezed their big, thick muscles into the tight corsets. The jocks look ridiculous in their leather costumes. The thong back rode high up their ass cheeks and gripped their cocks tight. The jocks greeted Wilbur’s friends Les and Kamer at the door in their Xena costumes. The two skinny, little nerds gave catcalls and whistles. Kamer, the 5’7 Indian exchange student, slapped the 6’4 Austin on the exposed plumped buttocks. Five minutes later the pizza delivery guy knocked on the door and Wilbur made Shawn answer it. The pizza delivery boy’s eyes widened when he saw the muscle bound running back in the leather corset, his pecs squeezed into the tight suit, and his cock obscenely displayed. Shawn turned red in embarrassment as the pizza guy’s eyes traveled down to his barely, smooth legs. The guy tried to hold back smiling and laughing, “your pizzas, sir.” Shawn took the boxes of pizza that Wilbur had brought with his money. He pushed a tip into the younger man’s hand. As he closed the door, the pizza guy gave Shawn a wink.
For the rest of the night, Wilbur, Les, and Kamer played video games while Shawn and Austin kneel before the nerds’s legs sucking their cocks.
2022-04-05 01:05:32 +0000 UTC
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Roommate’s boyfriend 3
Freddie pulled away from Chad and smirked at the sweaty, flushed bodybuilding jock. He then hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down. His 10” cock popped free causing Chad’s eyes to widen. Chad found his powerful legs giving out as he slid down on his knees. He looked up at the skinny nerd with his blue eyes. The cockiness in them was gone. Freddie smiled at his newest conquest and then grabbed Chad by his blonde hair. Chad obediently opened his mouth and took the cock into his virgin mouth. He instantly began to gag and cough over it but Freddie kept the big jock on his cock with both fists gripping Chad by the hair. He then began to face fuck the star wrestler. Chad continued to gag on the cock as tears ran down from his masculine chisel face.
Freddie loved dominating big jocks like Chad and Terry. They could easily break him in two but he had their dumb minds completely under his control. Terry, his boyfriend, was 100% straight, before he made the mistake of bullying Freddie and other gay students on campus. As punishment, Freddie had reduced the tall, muscle bound god into a fuck toy and his obedient lover. Terry does everything Freddie wants him to do, even willingly getting gang banged by his former bullying victims. Big macho, alpha Terry was in pure heaven as he was turned into a cock slut while 20gay nerds took turns fucking his pretty mouth and big muscular ass.
Now he has the captain of the wrestling team, cocky, douchebag Chad under his control. Chad was drooling over his cock, coating it with his saliva. Freddie wanted the alpha god since he first saw the stud on campus. Now he has him. He pulled Chad off his cock by his hair. Chad looked up at him, his face wet with tears, and drool running down his chin. Freddie smirked and slapped his huge cock against the jock’s face. Chad had his mouth open and tongue hanging out like the obedient pup he was now.
Chad couldn’t believe he was letting the skinny, pathetic gay nerd dominate him. He could easily beat the crap out of him, but Chad was helpless in moving his huge, powerful muscles, or even thinking straight. His cock had never been so hard and leaking as much pre-cum as he was now.
“Stand up,” Freddie ordered.
A shrivel went up Chad’s spine and he obeyed. Once on his feet, the nerd led him over to the kitchen table. With a push on Chad’s huge chest, Freddie ordered him to lay on the table. Chad’s jock body took up much of the table and his cock stood straight up.
“Good bitch, now lift your legs and show me your jock pussy,” Freddie ordered.
There was a mixture of fear and lust as Chad lifted his legs and pulled his knees to his pecs.
“Very nice. That's a good boy,” the nerd teased the big jock.
Freddie then used his fingers to scoop up a large gob of pre-cum from Chad’s oozing cock. He then moved his pre-cum covered fingers to Chad’s exposed hole, causing Chad to let out a loud hiss.
“Yeah, it's a nice tight jock pussy,” Freddie teased as he moved his fingers in and out. “Jock pussies are the best.”
“Oh, fuck, please,” Chad cried.
Chad wasn’t sure of himself anymore. Was he begging for the nerd to stop or keep on. Freddie merely laughed at him. The gay nerd pulled his fingers out and then gripped Chad’s sculpted calves. Aiming his hard, large cock at the tiny jock hole, Freddie grunted and pushed in.
“Oh, Ugh, Fffuck,” Chad threw his head back and cried out.
Chad felt as if he was being split in half, as Freddie kept pushing. He let his thick legs fall on the nerd’s bonely shoulders.
“Your boypussy is so tight,” Freddie eased out of his stretched hole.
Chad was briefly relieved as Freddie’s huge cock pulled out of him. However, the relief was short-lived.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Chad cried out again, as Freddie slammed back into him.
“Who owns your pussy,” Freddie began to move in and out of him. Each time harder and deeper.
“You do. My hole is a pussy,” Chad cried in defeat. “You own my jockpussy.”
“That’s a good bitch,” Freddie rode the ass harder. “Cum for me, like a good bitch.”
“Fuck, yes,” Chad cried.
He didn’t even touch himself as his cock jerked and shot out wave after wave of cum. It flew through the air, landing on Chad’s abs, pecs, and even his face. Every muscle in his body spasmed and flexed. His ass muscles clamped down around Freddie’s cock like a vice and began to milk it. Freddie closed his eyes and came hard inside his new slave’s hole.
Friday night, Freddie invited his gay nerd friends over to the jocks’ house to party and use the four star athletes. Trey and Trent, the twin roommates of Terry and Chad, were made to dance around on the coffee table in the living room in tight, size too small singlets. The seats of singlets were ripped opened, revealing their perfect identical asses. Meanwhile, Terry and Chad were both on their hands and knees on the dining room table, getting fucked from both ends. Cum was running down their powerful hamstrings.
In the middle of the party an older man arrived at the front door. He was out of place among the college age boys. The stranger looked around at the orgy playing out before him.
“I’m glad you came,” Freddie greeted him.
“I’m not sure if I should have came,” the stranger looked behind Freddie at the two twins getting fucked over the back of the couch.
“I’m sure you will enjoy yourself. Chad especially is going to enjoy seeing you,” Freddie smirked.
“Well, Chad is the only reason I agreed to come to your . . .orgy,” the older man replied.
“Well, let me show you where Chad is,” Freddie escorted the older man through the jocks house to the dining room.
The older man couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw the once arrogant muscle god on his hands and knees getting fucked from both ends by two nerds. The jock’s body was covered in sweat and cum. Even Chad’s usually perfectly styled hair was tangled with dry cum. Freddie motioned the two nerds that were using Chad’s mouth and boypussy to pull out of the jock. The two nerds pulled out of the horned up, lust dazed jock. Chad suddenly felt empty and moaned in disappointment. The older man smirked.
“Chad, someone is here to enjoy a piece of you,” Freddie gripped Chad’s hair and made him look up.
Chad's eyes were at first unfocused. However, when his eyes adjusted, it still took him a while to recognize the older man, in a business suit, standing before him.
“Mr. Potts,” the confused, dazed jock whispered in shock.
Helen’s, Chad’s classical literature professor who he had fucked only days ago, husband continued to smirk at Chad. Chad and the older man recognized each other from when they passed in the hallway outside of the Potts’ apartment. Ronald Potts was on the way home while Chad was leave after fucking Helen Potts.
“You fucked my wife, I think it only fair that I get to fuck you,” Ronald Potts smirked as he removed his belt.
Chad offered no resistance as Ronald dragged him by his hair up to his room. Ronald slapped the belt against the tan, sculpted ass, causing the jock to jump and try to cover his bare ass. However his cock remained hard and throbbing. In Chad’s room, Ronald undressed and laid on the jock’s bed.
“Get on it, slut,” Mr. Potts ordered as he stroked his fat cock.
Chad hurried and obeyed. He climbed on top of the older man and squared down on the thick cock, impaling himself. Chad was in heaven as he rode the older man’s cock.
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Chad couldn’t sleep that night. Everytime he closed his eyes he pictured Freddie fucking his roommate Terry. He was tossing and turning, kicking the covers off of his naked nobody. When he did fall asleep he dreamed of them. He re-lived watching skinny Freddie roughly fucking Terry’s muscular ass. He could hear the moans of pleasure escaping from Terry as he was plowed over and over. The jock’s huge, sculpted muscles were being used and dominated by the little, gay nerd. In his dream, Chad looked away from his wrestling teammate and his eyes met Freddie’s. He couldn’t move as their eyes locked and the skinny nerd smiled at him. He felt the eyes going right through him. Chad pulled out his fat cock and began to jack off, his eyes still focused on Freddie’s. Although the nerd was fucking Terry from across the room, Chad felt hands on his body, stroking him. He felt a hand wrapping around his throbbing cock and pumping it, while another hand was probing between his marble-like ass cheeks. However, his eyes never left Freddie’s as the monster cock rammed in and out Terry. He then heard Freddie’s low whisper, “cum for me.” It felt and sounded so life-like as if it wasn’t a dream, and the voice was right at his ear as he slept. Chad threw his head back and cried out as his cock exploded. The cum flowed over his fist and down his muscular, naked thighs. Chad bolted upright in bed. His body was covered in sweat but as he looked down at his 8 pack and thick thighs, he noticed that he was also covered in his own cum. His lady killer cock was still jerking and drooling out cum. He had come while he was asleep. He felt humiliated. Big jock Chad had a wet dream about his roommate’s boyfriend. It was then that Chad noticed the door to his room was open. He always closed it at night before he went to bed. Chad had the eerie suspicion that someone was in his room before he woke.
In the morning, Chad stayed in his room late hoping to avoid the guys before they left for classes. He was especially avoiding Terry and Freddie. His first class was Professor Potts’ literature class and he figure Helen wouldn’t be too hard on him for missing her class after the sex they had the day before. When he heard the last guy leave, Chad got up and pulled on a pair of tight black boxer-briefs and his black, sleeveless muscle hoodie from the day before. He then walked barefooted down to the kitchen. Seeing that the house was empty, Chad proceeded to make his morning protein shake. He pulled out the ingredients out of the refrigerator and cabinet and carefully measured them out before throwing them in his blender. No one touches his blender. It was an unwritten rule in the house. He then blended his special protein shake together.
“How The Chad doing,” Freddie surprised Chad as he walked into the kitchen behind the unexpecting stud. Chad hated it when the nerd used the nickname. “The Chad,” was a nickname made up by his roommates and they were the only one that used it, not a nerd like Freddie, as it was also the nickname for his cock. However, Freddie picked up on it and used it repeatedly.
“What are you doing here,” Chad turned around as he stopped the blender. Freddie was only wearing a pair of boxers. The twinkish nerd’s body was pale with bonely shoulders and narrow chest, however, the ugly boxers were obscenely tenting as his long cock under them was aiming straight toward Chad.
“I spent the night with Terry,” Freddie bluntly looked over Chad’s muscular body.
“Should you have left with him this morning,” Chad took off the lid of the blender pitcher and lifted it to his mouth.
“Nah, Terry is fine with me staying here. He is good and obedient like that,” Freddie watched Chad’s thick neck muscles gulping down the protein shake.
Chad pulled the pitcher away from his mouth. He thought the word obedient to describe Terry was weird. Chad turned around to place the pitcher back on the blender.
“So you slept well last night,” Freddie asked as he stood behind Chad admiring his round bubble butt.
“Why you asked,” Chad turned around and was surprised how close Freddie was standing.
Freddie was smiling that wicked, annoying smile of his, “just wonder if you had any exciting dreams last night.”
“No! Why you asked that for,” Chad became defensive.
Chad suddenly felt there wasn’t very much space between him and the nerd.
“Oh, I thought you might have dreamed about what you saw last night,” Freddie moved closer.
“Saw what,” Chad stepped back but bumped against the countertop.
“I know you saw me fucking Terry last night. Did you enjoy the show,” Freddie reached both hands out and boldly stroked Chad’s exposed chisel oblique muscles.
“Get your hands off me! I’m no fag,” Chad pushed Freddie’s hands always.
“It look like you enjoyed watching and you even jacked off while you watched,” Freddie stepped back.
“Fuck, no. I don’t get off watching fags fuck,” Chad protested and his tan face turned red.
“Then why is The Chad hard,” Freddie reached down and gripped Chad’s ccck.
The Chad had betrayed him. Chad was rock hard and drooling pre-cum through his underwear. Freddie was squeezing and stroking The Chad through Chad’s underwear. The nerd’s grip was surprisingly strong and tight around the jock’s cock, as Freddie pushed closer to Chad. Freddie smiled and then leaned toward Chad’s lip.
“I’m straight,” Chad opened his mouth and moaned. However, as he opened his mouth Freddie’s lips locked over his.
Little Freddie had Chad pressed against the countertop as his tongue pushed the muscle jock’s mouth open. Chad found himself unable to move as the gay nerd’s tongue dominated his. He had never been kissed like that before. Most girls he kissed were passive and let his tongue do all the work. As Freddie continued to make out with Chad, his hands reached through the cut off sides of Chad’s hoodie and stroked the stud’s lower back. His hands moved lower, pushing into the boxer-briefs. Chad moaned to stop, but it came out muffled with his mouth full of the other boy’s tongue. Chad could easily push the skinny nerd away from him but felt his huge muscles useless. With both of his hands in Chad’s underwear, Freddie grabbed both firm, tight ass cheeks and pulled the muscle stud closer to him. Freddie then pressed his huge cock against Chad’s rock hard cock and started to grind them together. The nerd finally released Chad’s mouth and smiled at his latest conquest. The normally cocky blonde stud was flushed. He started to open his mouth to protest once again, but Freddie began to kiss down his thick neck, and Chad let out another deep moan. Chad could no longer think. His mind was empty. He could just stand there as the nerd kissed and nibble the thick cords of muscles on his neck while pushing his underwear down over his smooth flawless bubble butt. Chad’s cock popped free of the under, slapping against his own stomach as the underwear was pulled over the throbbing pole. Freddie pulled his face away when his mouth reached the massive delts and trap muscles of Chad’s shoulders. He smiled at the confused and aroused muscle god.
“Take off your shirt,” Freddie’s voice was stern, causing Chad’s cock to jerk and ooze more pre-cum.
With no question or resistance, Chad pulled the hoodie over his chisel torso and blonde hair. Chad stood nude, except for his underwear that were down around his massive upper thighs. Freddie continued to smile as he slowly knelt before Chad. Chad and his cock were expecting a blow job as Freddie peeled the boxer-brief down his powerful legs. The nerd then slowly took his time to explore the thick, tear shaped calves and up the sculpted quads and hamstrings, until his face was level with Chad’s throbbing cock. Freddie reached around the wrestler and gripped and squeezed the solid hard ass cheeks.
“Please suck me,” Chad moaned.
Freddie looked up at him and merely smiled again. To Chad’s frustration Freddie ignored his cock and instead slowly rose to lick the deep valleys of the jock’s cobblestone 8 pack.
“Please,” tears ran from Chad’s eyes. He was so horny and needed release so badly.
Freddie licked up to Chad’s large pecs and began to at first gently kiss each hard nipple. He then however, took one large eraser size nipple between his lips and began to suck the tit. Chad threw his head back and groaned. As he kissed across the massive muscle slabs to the other nipple, Freddie reached his right hand behind Chad’s large balls and began to stroke Chad’s tight virgin muscle pussy. Chad moaned loud as he felt the finger pushed into his hole.
“Oh Fffuck,” Chad lifted himself onto the countertop.
Freddie’s long, skinny fingers of his right hand were moving in and out of Chad, stroking his insides, while his left hand squeezed and pulled at The Chad. All along Freddie was sucking on each pert, swollen nipple. Chad was so close to cumming. He needs to cum.
Freddie pulled his mouth off Chad’s nipples, “you want to be my bitch?”
“Fffuck, yes, please,” Chad moaned.
“Good boy,” Freddie smiled.
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Chad loved hearing Helen moan as he fucked her hard. The cougar wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and ran her hands down his muscular, shredded body. He was thrusting his impressive fat cock in and out of her, while burying his sweaty blond hair between her breasts. He was sucking on the firm round breast.
“Oh, god, you are so beautiful,” the Professor moaned as she felt up his huge arms, as his youthful hard cock slid in and out her pussy.
She loves his youthful, hard, muscular body. Chad’s friends in his literature class told him that Professor Helen Potts was too frigid to fuck, with her stein demeanor and her hair tightly rolled up in a bun. Being the cocky stud he was, he bet them that he could get her in bed before the end of the semester. Once he set his signs on her, he actually ended up bedding her by mid terms, in half the time. She was no match for his charm and sexy body. He flashed his perfect smile and swept her off her feet.
“Oh, oh, baby,” the old cougar cried out as he and his smooth muscles sent her to orgasm.
Grunting, Chad quickly followed and came inside his Professor. Chad continued to lay his head between her breasts for a while longer, regaining his breath, as she stroked his blonde hair and mountainous shoulders.
“Baby, my husband will be home soon,” Helen gently shook his body.
Chad groaned. “You would want him to find us,” he lifted his head and gave her his sexy smile, showing his perfect, white teeth. The smile always got him what he wanted.
Chad kissed her and pulled himself off the bed. Helen pulled the covers over her naked breasts as she watched her student getting out of bed and looked for his clothes. She still couldn’t believe how beautiful Chad was. Every inch of him was muscular and flawless, especially his buttocks. They appeared to have been sculpted from the purest marble by a great artistic master. His body could rival any of the Greek gods and heroes of literature that she so passionately lectured about. She watched him pull his shorts up his chisel, thick legs and over his ass. He turned and winked at her before putting his thick, 8” cock away in his shorts. Finally he pulled the black hoodie over his head. She didn’t consider it a hoodie or even a shirt really. The sides of the hoodie were cut out and displayed the sides of his perfect body from the top of his massive shoulders and delts, the curve of his large pecs to the tiny waist and the top curvature of his exquisite buttocks. He gave her a kiss and picked up his book bag. Outside of the apartment, he texted his friend Trey, “done, I fucked Dr. Potts, pay up.” He then sent an attachment of a video he secretive record showing him kissing and undoing Helen’s tight bun and letting her hair down over her bare shoulders. As he waited for the elevator, he couldn’t resist taking a selfie of himself in the hallway’s mirror. He flexed his left bicep and admired how his own arm was almost as big as his head. Then the elevator opened and Helen’s husband stepped out onto his apartment’s floor. Chad smirked as he passed the older man and entered the elevator. Mr. Potts turned his head and gave the muscle boy a quick glance over before the elevator doors closed. Chad knew the look on Mr. Potts' face. The dude was checking him out, Chad almost burst out laughing as the elevator started to move. No wonder Helen was frigid so often, her husband is a fag.
When Chad arrived at the old two story house he shared with three teammates on the wrestling team, he went straight upstairs to change and jump in the shower, peeling off his shirt as he climbed the stairs. When he got to the top step he heard grunts and groans coming from Terry’s room. Chad felt instantly disgusted. He knew that Terry was in the bedroom fucking his boyfriend. When the 6foot, 220 lb all around jock and amateur bodybuilder told the roommates that he was gay, it came to a surprise to them all. Being teammates, though, the guys supported him. They, however, were more shocked when Terry induced them to his boyfriend, Freddie. The skinny, nerdy guy soon spent all his time at the house with Terry. Chad instantly disliked the feminine Freddie. The way he looked at Chad and the other guys gave him the creeps.
Chad tried not to think about what Terry and Freddie were doing as headed to his room. However as he passed the half open door the heavy breathing and moans got louder. He heard the sounds of skin and muscles slapping against each other, causing Chad’s cock to grow and tent his shorts. He didn’t know why he was being aroused by the sound of two men having sex, but his cock was rock hard. Chad found himself quietly heading toward the door and peeking in. The three teammates had assumed when Terry came out he would be the top, especially with a small guy like Freddie as his boyfriend. Terry was always considered masculine and an alpha through and through. So what Chad saw shocked him even more. Big, muscular Terry was laying face down on the bed with his muscular ass in the air. Behind him, Freddie was holding Terry’s lean, narrow waist and was slamming his body against the wrestler’s ass. Chad’s eyes widened as he watched the smaller nerdy man, dominating his friend. Terry was moaning loud as his large fist gripped the sheets on the bed. Chad then saw the look on Terry’s face. His eyes were rolled back into his head and his mouth was parted as if he was letting out one long moan. Chad found himself unable to move as he peeked through the half open door. Terry’s cock was rock hard and bouncing to the rhythm of Freddie’s trusts in and out of him. It was oozing large amounts of pre-cum onto the bed below him. Terry’s body was covered in sweat, which highlighted every bulging, shredded muscle. The bodybuilding athlete’s muscles were tensioned and flexing as they got pounded from behind and insides. Chad didn’t realize that as he was watching he was also squeezing and stroking his own cock through his shorts. His own shorts were soaking wet as he also started to ooze pre-cum. Freddie pulled out of Terry’s ass briefly. Chad couldn’t believe how thick and big the nerd’s cock was. It was bigger than any he had seen. It had to have been over 9inches. Freddie slammed back into Terry’s hole, causing the larger jock to grunt louder than before. As Chad watched he pushed his right hand into his shorts and was jacking his cock. Harder and faster Freddie was pounding Terry’s ass, the faster Chad stroked and jacked his cock. Suddenly Terry cried out. His cock jerked and started to cum hard. Terry didn’t even touched himself as he came over and over. His powerful thighs were shaking as he tried to keep stead and support Freddie and himself. Freddie then threw his head back and moaned. It was obvious that he was cumming deep inside Terry’s ass. Freddie pulled out of the groping hole and his cum leaked out of the jock’s ass. Feeling a wet thick feeling on his hand, Chad looked down and saw that he had come in his shorts. His right hand was covered in his seed and his shorts were soaked. When he looked back up he saw Freddie looking toward the door. Chad quickly pulled back. He prayed that Freddie didn’t see him. Chad then quietly kelps to his room. Back in Terry’s room, Freddie smiled as he heard Chad’s footsteps on the old wooden floor boards.
2022-03-31 01:33:35 +0000 UTC
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Max and Theo were the biggest and strongest guys at the gym. Their huge muscles and vascular veins were pumped and massive while stretching their thin, tight skin. Neither bodybuilder had any excess body fat on their sculpted body. They were the definition of alphas. Each day they both dominated the gym the moment they walked through the door. Their grunts echoed through the gym as they lifted the huge, massive amounts of weights, drawing everyone’s attention to them. They acted as if they owned the gym and were so cocky, even obnoxiously arrogant. People learned to get out of their way.
It was a slow night at the gym, only a handful of men were working out, when Theo and Max planted themselves in a far corner and each began curling sixty pound dumbbells. As usual their grunts and yells of encouragement to each other could be heard through the weight room.
A short, grey hair old man approached them, “Do you two moan like that when you get fucked.”
Not believing his hearing, Max stopped curling the heavy dumbbells and dropped them with a loud thud. “Excuse me,” Max’s voice was deep and intimidating.
“Don’t get me wrong. It is very arousing. Hearing you two muscle heads grunting and moaning. You definitely gave me and half of the men in the gym a hard on,” the old man laughed.
“Fuck,” Theo dropped his weight as well.
The two muscle gods looked so intimidating as they towered over the old man. Their arms were each as big around as the old man’s head. Max clutched his large fist and pulled back.
“Now, now we don’t want to do that, muscle boy. Muscle boys relax,” the old man waved his finger to the 6 '7 bodybuilder.
Suddenly both bodybuilders found it so hard to think. Max’s sweaty stringer did little to hide his massive pecs. His large, erase size nipples were exposed on each side of the shirt. He found himself unable to move as the man pressed his face against Max’s right pec and flick his tongue over the large tit. Max groaned as the man’s teeth then ran over the nipple, sending shockwaves straight to Max’s cock.
Theo stared in disbelief as the old man sucked on his friend’s pec and Max didn’t make a move to stop him. He felt a wave of guilt as the old man nibbled, sucked, and worked each huge massive pec. Theo told himself that he was helping his friend out by drugging Max’s water. He felt so good after his master had turned him into an obedient, dumb muscle head and Theo of course wanted Max to experience the same pleasure as he did. The old man made Theo realize that men like him and Max need an older man to control them.
Meanwhile the master was circling behind Max, freely exploring the muscle god. The old man then told Max to flex and pose for him. Without protest, the bodybuilder began to turn and flex his huge arms and pecs, while cocking his massive right leg. He was displaying every chisel, bulging muscle and vein.
Theo just stood there watching his taller friend, Max flex and pose while the old man traced his fingers up the line that separated Max’s huge quads and wide, powerful hamstrings, of his right leg. The old man pushed Max’s shorts further up the massive thighs until lower curvature of the bodybuilder’s thick ass was exposed. Max was breathing heavily and began to sweat as the man’s hand still moved further up. The old man ran his hands down and over the exposed buttocks while pushing the white briefs further up. Max’s hard cock was trapped as the briefs became tighter around his crotch. Max looked at his friend through the mirror and pleaded for help with his brown eyes. However, Theo continued to just watch, unable to move his own huge, thick muscles to help. His own hard cock clearly visible in his black workout pants. The old man pushed his hand into the leg hole of Max’s briefs and used his fingers to search for his prize. Max could hear his briefs ripping as the man’s hand pushed further into the shorts.
“Oh, there it is,” the man proclaimed as a finger pushed between the iron-like ass cheeks and found Max’s hole.
Max grunted and raised on to his toes as he felt the fat finger pushing through his tight ring. The old man smiled at Theo who had a deer in the headlights look in his eyes. The man reached his left hand out and motioned for Theo to come closer. With fear in his eyes, Theo found himself moving closer until the old man could squeeze Theo’s cock through his track pants. Theo let out a low groan of pleasure as his cock was stroked and squeezed.
“You did very well in drugging your big friend here, boy. He going to be a good slave just like you. Now take off your pants,” the old man ordered while continuing to finger Max’s hole.
Max looked at Theo. The small part of Max’s brain that could still process on its own, felt betrayed by his friend. Theo didn’t take his eyes off the old man’s as he hooked his thumbs into the track pants and pulled them down. His short, but powerful legs were revealed along with his packed jockstrap. Theo’s short, fat cock was clearly outlined in the tight pouch. He then pulled his baggy, pump covered t-shirt over his head, displaying his own vascular, chisel body.
“Get on your knees and get Max’s ass wet and ready,” the old man pulled his finger from Max’s shorts.
“Yes, master,” Theo responded to Max’s horror.
Theo moved behind his taller friend and knelt before him. He then gripped Max’s shorts and pulled them down. As his shorts were pulled down, Max’s own short cock popped free and bounced to attention.
“Please, no,” Max was able to whimper.
Max’s ass looked like it was chiseled from marble, smooth and flawless. It was firm as Theo gripped the hard glutes in his hands and spread them. They both always kept their bodies competition ready and smooth. Theo then pressed his face between the ass cheeks. Max let out a loud moan as his friend’s tongue pushed into his hole. He never felt anything like that before. Theo’s tongue was flicking in and out of Max’s virgin hole, lapping around the sensitive odiferous. The old man moved back in front of Max and gripped his short, hard cock. Max let out a deep groan. A group of men began to gather around the two muscle gods watching them get used by the old man.
“You are going to be a good boy, like Theo,” the old man instructed as he stroked Max’s cock with one hand and his pert nipples with his other hand.
Max let out another deep gutter groan as his cock began to throb in the man’s hand and Theo’s tongue probe surprisingly deep. The old man laughed and then moved behind him.
“That’s enough Theo,” the master pulled Theo’s head off Max’s ass.
He did an excellent job. The tight rosebud was open and coated with drool and saliva. The old man then pulled out his own cock. Upon seeing his master’s cock big, muscular Theo drooled.
“Max, get on your knees and join your buddy Theo. He is going to teach you how to worship a real man’s cock.”
Without thinking Max knelt beside Theo. Before long he was sharing the old man’s thick cock with Theo. Theo was leading the way, showing him how to take the cock without gagging. Their lips were even touching as they tried to both wrap their lips around the thick cock. With both his cock and Max’s hole coated with saliva, the master pull both muscle slaves off his cock. He pushed Max’s head down on the gym floor as he squatted behind the bodybuilder. With Max’s ass in the air, the old man pushed into him. Big Max grunted loud as he was penetrated for the first time. Theo wasn’t being left out though, as the men that gathered around them began to pull the once arrogant bodybuilder onto their cocks. As the old man pounded his prostate, Max’s groans and grunts grew louder. He found himself pushing back begging for more.
“That’s it, show the men what a big bitch you are,” the older man slapped his powerful hips and he continue to fuck and dominated Big Max.
Max cried out and without touching himself he shot his load onto the gym floor. The old man soon followed, cumming deep inside the bodybuilder’s ass. The other men followed. Some shot their loads over Theo’s face and body while others came over Max’s. After everyone came, their new master made both bodybuilders to lick their cum off the gym floor as the men laughed at them.
2022-03-30 00:57:15 +0000 UTC
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Rehabilitation
District Attorney William Byant returned home from a long day of persecuting criminals to find ex-con Donny naked in his kitchen, ironing Williams shirts. William stood back and admired the pale white fat ass cheeks standing before him. He had paid a year’s salary to Dr. Davis Sloan to purchase the sexy rehabilitated ex-con. It was well worth it.
When judge Giles told him about the doctor’s work at rehabilitating the hardest criminals into docile, submissive slaves, the DA was skeptical until the judge showed him his new slave Jackie. The former ex-con was well known by the district attorney’s office. All the experts said that Jack was unrehabilitable and a danger to society. However, before the DA stood a totally different man, in a pair of preppy khaki pants, pink polo shirt, and sweater tied around his neck. He looked like he belonged in a country club not a prison. Jack was polite and even submissive when he greeted the DA. William thought it was an act until the old judge ordered the tattooed stud to strip naked and suck the DA’s cock. William couldn’t believe his eyes and ears when Jack replied, “yes, Master,” and began to strip naked. Once Jack was naked and his clothes neatly folded he knelt down on his knees and proceeded to undo William’s pants. William knew Jack’s record and the ex con would never suck another man’s cock. However, there Jack, taking the D.A.’s cock down his throat and works it like a pro. There was no gag reflex or resistance at all from the notorious gay blaster. Jack was so good at sucking cock that William gripped his shaved head and shot his load right down the ex con’s throat.
A week later, the judge introduced Dr. Sloan to William at an expensive upscale restaurant for lunch. William was impressed with the doctor as Davis explained the techniques he uses.
“It works on anyone. No one, dispute the strongest mind or greatness intellect is immune. I chose prisoners because they are in a confined environment and their progress is easily monitored,” the doctor explained to the D.A.
William noticed the doctor discreetly checking out the waiter’s muscular ass.
“Anyone,” William was intrigued.
William turned his head toward Jackie, who remained quiet and eating while the older three men discussed how he went from a dangerous killer to a docile fuck toy. Jackie showed no emotions as they talked about him as he was even in the room. His table manner was impeccable, it was hard to believe he was in prison only a month before.
“So how much and how long does your process take,” William inquired.
“Do you have a practical man you want to rehabilitate,” the doctor smiled.
Donny Gianoni came to the D.A. 's mind. Donny was a tough rising star of organized crime in the city. As an enforcer in the mob, he was rough and dangerous, and ambitious. He had already been suspected for killing his boss and husband of the woman he was fucking. William however also found the mobster sexy and alluring. Seeing the cocky smile on the thug’s face when he was sentenced, made William so hard. For weeks, every night, William dreamed of fucking the thug. William would visit the prison to pressure the convict to turn over evidence against his former mob bosses. Donny would just sit there in the orange jumpsuit, with his legs spread and a sexy smirk on his face. The jumpsuit was tight around his muscular thighs and full packing crotch. William would get so frustrated with Donny for not cooperating and even more so when the prisoner stood up to leave. The jumpsuit surprisingly showed off the curves of Donny’s plump ass. Exactly one month after arranging Donny to be enrolled in Dr. Sloan’s rehabilitation program, the doctor delivered an all new Donny to the District Attorney. Now Donald was a model upstanding citizen. Another month later, William even announced their engagement to be married.
William wrapped his arms around Donald's hairless, muscular body, stroking his chisel 8 pack and kissing the back of his neck. Donald put the iron down and leaned back against his suited husband.
“You home early, babe,” Donald moaned as William moved a hand down and wrapped his fist around Donny’s thick 8” cock.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking your ass,” William licked Donald’s right earlobe.
William stroked Donny’s cock with his right hand while squeezing Donald’s well developed pecs with his other hand. Donald blissfully closed his eyes as he leaned back. He could feel Williams’s hardon through his expensive tailored suit, and began to wiggle his firm ass against his husband’s crotch.
“We have a dinner date with Judge Giles and Jackie tonight,” Donald moaned as William kissed down his tattooed neck.
William was considering having Donny’s gang and prison tattoos removed, especially the large tattoos of Donny’s birth year around his thick, muscular neck, but decided to keep it. It was a turn on to the straight-lace, vanilla looking D.A. He get such a thrill fucking and degrading the once tough, dangerous mob enforcor. The old Donny would have been humiliated when William wrap his hands around the tattooed neck while fucking and dominating the thug.
“Charles can wait,” William pushed Donald face down on the countertop and spread his muscular legs.
Donny grunted and his tattooed knuckles gripped the marble countertop, while William unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his cock. Gripping Donny’s ass cheeks, spreading them, William pushed his cock between the tight hole.
“Fffuck,” Donny’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Williams' hard cock slid up his manpussy.
William wrapped his hands around Donny’s neck as he began to thrust in and out of his slave and soon to be wife. Donny moaned as he began to work his ass muscles around William’s cock. It didn’t take William along to shoot his load deep inside Donny’s hole. William pulled out of Donny, leaving the docile former thug laying in his own cum. After Donald recovered, he obediently licked up his own cum from the countertop. William then led his mindless slave to the bedroom to get ready for their dinner date.
William loved taking showers with his soon to be manwife. He soaped up Donald’s hard, ripped muscles. They were smooth as he rubbed and stroked every inch of his chisel body. William couldn’t resist soaping up his own cock and sliding it up Donald’s soapy ass. Donny moaned under the running water as he was once again fucked. He felt only pleasure. He knew it was his only purpose now. Donny lives to serve and pleasure other men. He worked his exquisite ass muscles like a vice around William’s cock, milking it until his love came deep inside him. After William pulled out of Donny's ass, he took the shower wand and pushed it between Donald’s granite like ass cheeks, washing out his own cum. All the while, Donald stood motionlessly, bracing his powerful arms against the shower wall.
During dinner, William and Charles Giles wore their expensive suits while Jack and Donald wore only black jockstraps and blow tie collars. The two former thugs quietly ate while their masters talked politics and current issues. There was nothing in their pretty heads to add to the conversation, they were just trophies that sit there looking pretty. After dinner the two men retired to the judge’s library to smoke expensive cigars and slip cognac. As the masters huffed on their cigars, Jackie and Donnie knelt before them, sucking their master’s cock.
2022-03-28 18:40:42 +0000 UTC
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MR. TRAINER TAKEDOWN CHAPTER 3
With the birth of their son, Marsha had no more need for sex from Mike. Now, his only use was to make her money. His sexy body was going to be a profitable money maker, especially his well developed ass. He was an up and coming social media influencer with his workout videos and successful modeling career. All aided in his successful physical training business. Marsha made sure she got plenty of credit for his success. Now though she saw new potential revenue. With the help of the drugs she was slipping him and the nightly subliminal messages over his earbuds he slowly was becoming more submissive and moldable.
Marsha was no raving beauty and was relatively plain looking. She knew that Mike’s friends, especially Ken and Ben, and rich family, considered her to be beneath him. He had previously dated world class supermodels. However, since they first met she had him wrapped around her finger. The normally cocky, even arrogant, fitness model was like jelly around her.
Marsha spent much of the next day getting Mike ready for his debut. He stood obediently as she rubbed the permanent hair removed all over his body from the neck down and patiently wiped away his manly body hair. She then painstakingly applied the spray on tan. She couldn’t help but admire his god-like body after she was finished with him. His shredded body was flawless and looked like a statue of a Greek god as he posed in front of the mirror. Marsha then opened a small box to pull out a syringe and a small bottle. Mike didn’t say a word as he leaned forward, pushing out his smooth bubble ass. Marsha then injected the needle into the thick cords of muscles of his right buttocks. Mike had promoted himself as an all natural bodybuilder. Before he met Marsha it was pretty much true. He never used steroids or trens. However, soon after the birth of their son, Marsha began to encourage and even pressure him into taking the weekly shots. Mike wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but he trusted her. He indeed got bigger, more shredded, and stronger. However, he also found it harder to think and felt docile most of the time.
Marsha ran her hands over his broad shoulders, “you have to make those men very happy tonight, understand baby?”
“Yes, but why do I have to do those things and wear this,” he was so confused as he looked at himself in the mirror.
“You know. I had told you before. You have to make them happy. They are real men, not dumb muscle heads like you and your friends, baby” she ran her hands over his smooth hairless pecs and twisted his pert nipples between her long nails.
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I’m so dumb,” he moaned at her touch.
Later, Marsha closed the door behind her as she joined the three well dressed men in the living room.
Tomblin was stuffing an appetizer into his mouth, “oh Marsha, how is tonight’s entertainment coming along.”
“He is putting the finishing touches on and will be out soon,” Marsha picked up the wine bottle. “more wine, gentlemen,” she asked and began to fill each man’s glass.
An older man in a grey suit spoke excitedly, “I couldn’t believe how sexy your husband looked in the online pictures. I got hard just watching him parade around in his tiny thong.”
“Gavin, I assure you he is as beautiful in person as he is in his photos,” Tom stuffed another appetizer into his mouth after he reassured the rich banker.
“I was quite aroused as well by the sex tapes you provided of him. The view of that exquisite ass in action was breathtaking,” the third man replied, Mr Huang, a rich Chinese businessman.
Each man had paid Marsha $10,000.00 to fuck Mike that night. Mike’s rising status as a model and social media influencer with his highly popular workout videos made him worth every penny.
After filling each man’s wine glass, Marsha poured herself a glass and sit in the chair beside Tomblin.
“I saw two of Mikey’s friends at the gym yesterday. He was working out with them. They were showing off their sexy tattooed bodies. They were such gorgeous brutes,” Tomblin slipped his wine.
“That would be Ken and Ben,” Marsha replied. She knew the two cocky studs didn’t care much about her.
“You have to find some way to enslave them as well. A stable of three exquisite fuck boys like them would make you even more money, my dear.”
Marsha raised her glass to toast Mr. Tomblin’s suggestion. The prospect of reducing Mike’s arrogant friends to her slaves was very appealing. Then the door off the living room opened,
“Oh, I think he is ready,” Marsha finished her glass of wine and stood up. She then started the music from the entertainment console.
Mike could barely walk, much less dance as he came into the living room. All three men burst out laughing at him as he came out dressed in Marsha’s high heel shoes, stuffed bra, and panties. He looked and felt ridiculous. He was trying to keep his balance as he walked across the living without falling while trying to keep the padding in the bra from falling out.
“Look at the pretty little girl,” Gavin Hoffman teased.
“Such a pretty thing,” Mr. Huang added.
“Come here, baby, sit on daddy’s lap,” Tomblin laughed and patted his fat leg.
Mike felt humiliated but at the same time, his cock could barely be contented in the tiny panties. It then pushed itself out of the side of the panties. Finally his fight to remain standing and balanced failed and he fell face first into Mr. Huang. The Chinese man roared with laughter. Mike tried to push himself off the older man’s lap, but Huang grabbed his head and kept the muscular younger man from getting up. Huang then roughly rubbed Mike’s head against his bulging crotch. Mike couldn’t help himself from breathing in the older man’s scent as he breathed heavily on the man’s lap. Huang pulled Mike’s blonde hair to move his head up just enough so that the Chinese man could unzip his suit pants. His cock slapped across Mike’s face as it was freed. Without thinking, Mike opened his mouth and took the cock into his mouth. Mike found himself working the cock between his lips as his tongue worked over the shaft. The older man was so turned on that he pulled Mike’s head down on his cock causing Mike to gag on its thickness as the cock pounded the back of his tight throat. Mike’s face was red but he was unable to pull away. His huge, shredded muscles were useless. He couldn’t stop the older, smaller man or himself from sucking on the cock. His muscular bubble ass was facing the other two men. The lace panties were being swallowed up by the big, hairless ass cheeks.
“That looked like a hungry man hole,” Gavin laughed.
“Don’t hog all the boy meat, Lee,” Tomblin laughed at Mr. Huang.
“There are plenty of the stud to go around,” Mr. Huang laughed.
Huang reluctantly pulled Mike off his cock. Mike took a deep breath when the cock was pulled out of his mouth and the Chinese man released his grip on his head. He looked down at his cock and to Mike horror saw his cock, sticking out of the panties was leaking pre-cum.
“Come here, pretty girl,” Gavin Hoffman patted his knee.
Although humiliated, Mike found himself crawling on his knees over to the older banker. Mr. Hoffman stood up and opened his pants. Mike looked up at the older man before taking the cock into his mouth. Soon Mr. Tomblin and Mr. Huang both stood up and moved to either side of the blonde muscle stud. As Mike took Gavin Hoffman’s cock down his throat, he reached out and stroked Tomblin’s and Lee Huang’s cocks in his hands. He pulled off Hoffman’s cock and engulfed Tom Tomblin’s cock. Mike moved from man to man, sucking their cocks, coating them with his drool and saliva. All traces of the cock,alpha male muscle god was gone..
All along, Marsha was circling the men with a camcorder, filming as the three men took their turns using her muscular husband. The group soon moved to Marsha’s and Mike’s bedroom. Mike’s cock remained rock hard as he laid on the bed he shared with Marsha. He still wore her bra but the three men ripped the lace panties off him. The three older men then knelt naked on the bed around him. Mr. Hoffman and Mr. Huang were on each side of his head, while Tomblin crawled between Mike’s thick legs. His fat hands were spreading Mike’s legs, lifting them into the air, exposing his tight musclepussy. Mike’s own hard throbbing cock was pointing at his face.
Marsha looked down at his sweat covered face, “just relax baby. You're going to enjoy it.”
Then Tomblin’s thick cock, coated with Mike’s drool, pushed into his virgin hole. Mike cried out but Gavin grabbed him by his blonde hair and pushed his cock into Mike’s mouth. Mike was groaning over the cock as Tomblin pushed deeper into him, stretching his tight hole. He spits out Hoffman’s cock to cry out but only to have Mr. Huang’s cock replacing Gavin’s. Mr. Tomblin pulled out of the stretched muscle pussy and thrusted back in. Mike’s cock was continued to throb and leak pre-cum as he moaned around each man’s cock. Mr. Tomblin continued to move in and out of Mike’s hole, harder and deeper with each thrust. His powerful legs were resting on the older man’s shoulders. Mike couldn’t hold out, his prostate was being pounded over and over. He finally pulled off the men’s cock and threw his head back.
“Fffuck,” he arched his back as his cock exploded.
Cum shot out of his cock, landing across his shredded, sweaty torso and face. His ass muscles spasmed and clamped down on Mr. Tomblin’s cock, milking it. Tom Tomblin cried out and shot his load deep into Mike. Seeing the muscle stud shooting his load and hearing Tomblin’s moans while coming inside Mike, both Hoffman and Huang gripped their cocks and jacked off feverishly. They quickly followed, spraying their loads over the muscle slave’s face and pecs.
2022-03-25 01:10:38 +0000 UTC
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MR TRAINER TAKEDOWN CHAPTER 2
Mike arrived at the gym early the next morning to get in a workout before his training session with Mr. Tomblin. Before he left the house he kissed his son and wife goodbye. Marsha kissed his cheek and whispered, “make sure Mr. Tomblin is happy.” Mike was wearing a pair of skin tight red compression shorts that Marsha had picked out for him. The shorts displayed his round bubble ass nicely. The tight yellow thong under it pushed out his impressive cock and balls and offered an unobstructed view as the red spandex material was stretched over his meaty ass.
“Yo, Mike,” his two friends Ken and Ben stopped working out their large arms and called out to him.
“What's up,” Ken asked as he and Mike clenched fists and bumped each other's shoulders in a bro hug. Ken was shirtless, showing off the tattoo that ran across his muscular chest and down his left arm. His stomach was chiseled with a well defined 6 pack.
“Good man, just here to workout some before training Mr. Tomblin,” Mike responded.
“Tom the fag,” Ben laughed as he and Mike gave bro hugs as well. Ben was the smallest of the three friends but with a tight gymnast body that he usually kept hidden under black or baggy clothes.
The three men have been friends and workout partners for many years. They even did a few modeling campaigns together. However, Mike was the only one of the group that got married and found himself drifting away from them. Neither Ben nor Ken liked Marsha much, although they never told Mike their feelings about his wife. They felt that she was jealous of their friendship and she wasn’t up to Mike’s usual standards in women.
“Dude, you definitely have been killing the legs,” Ken couldn’t help noticing how thick and defined Mike’s quads and calves were. He also especially noticed how smooth they were.
“Thanks, man,” Mike gleaned with pride.
For the next hour and half, the three friends worked out and pushed each other to lift more reps and weight. When Mr. Tomblin arrived, Mike excused himself from his sweaty friends. His own tank top was soaked and clinged to his large pecs and cobblestone abs. Mr. Tomblin’s eyes traveled down the younger man’s muscular body and then at Ben and Ken as the two friends gathered their gear to leave the gym. Both men’s tight asses in their sweaty workout shorts was just as round and tight as Mike’s. And they were just as arrogant as Mike as well. The thought of the three sexy muscle boys together, naked and wrestling each other’s sweat covered bodies made the older gay man’s cock hard.
“I’m sorry about yesterday, sir,” Mike’s masculine voice brought Tomblin’s focus back to him. Mike sounded so sincere in his apology. His voice even had a small submissive tone to it.
Tomblin smiled, “that’s fine, my boy. Just don’t let it happen again.”
Mike usually didn’t feel comfortable changing around Mr. Tomblin but his clothes were too soaked and didn’t want to offer the important client. Tomblin watched in lust as Mike peeled off his tank top to reveal his smooth, chisel body. Mike then grabbed a t-shirt from his gym bag, and pulled the shirt over his head. He turned his back to the older man and then peeled the spandex shorts down. Mr. Tomblin smiled as the yellow thong and perfect smooth ass came into view. As Mike lifted each muscular, powerful leg to step out of the compression shorts and put on a pair of black shorts, his smooth hole peeked out from the thin thong that was buried deep between the ass cheeks.
When Mike finished training, he had Mr. Tomblin laid back on the matted floor. This time, as Mike held Tomblin’s feet while the older, out of shape man tried sit-ups, his focus was totally on his client. Actually he found his focus was on the older man’s large cock. Tomblin’s cock was hard and parmountly displayed in the thin shorts. Mike’s throat became dry as he remembered his dream from the night before. As Tomblin rose up he smiled at Mike, who looked quickly away. Mike’s own cock was hard in the tight yellow thong.
“Ok, that's enough sit-ups,” Mike was embarrassed and had to keep from staring at the older man’s crotch. He pulled Tomblin to his feet. Mike then led Tomblin into one of the private training rooms. “Let's try some kettlebell swings,” Mike grabbed a 50lb kettlebell in both hands. He showed Tomblin to hold it between his legs and swing the weight up. “His works the hamstrings and core muscles,” Mike demonstrated.
“Make sure you tighten your glutes as you swing it up.”
Tomblin was practically drooling as he watched Mike performing the exercise. He watched Mike’s glutes flex and tighten during each rep. “They definitely work the butt too,” Tomblin smirked and boldly reached out and grabbed Mike’s plump ass cheek.
Mike stopped and turned red in embarrassment. However, this time he didn’t protest or make a scene. He just stood there holding the kettlebell in both hands as Mr. Tomblin stroked and groped his bubble ass. Sweat was pouring from Mike’s forehead. He remembered the dream from the night before and was so turned on. He didn’t protest or move as the older man peeled his shorts down over his large ass, revealing Mike’s sexy yellow thong.
“Beautiful,” Mr. Tomblin groaned as he squeezed the muscular, smooth ass cheeks.
Mike leaned forward as he set the kettlebell on the floor but remained bent over, resting his forearms on his thighs. He was breathing hard. Mr. Tomblin then pulled the tiny strap of material from between Mike’s fat ass cheeks, displaying the straight stud’s virgin hole.
“Please,” Mike moaned as he felt the older man’s fat finger stroking his hole.
“Such a nice tight manpussy,” Mr. Tomblin whispered as he pushed his finger into Mike.
Mike let out a loud moan. His cock was rock hard in his pouch as Tomblin stretched him open and probed his insides. He closed eyes as his insides were stroked. He could hear the voice from his dream telling him to obey. How good it was to get fucked by another man, a real man. Mike needs to serve and make Tomblin happy. He heard Marsha’s voice telling him to make Mr. Tomblin happy. All along, Tomblin was poking his prostate, causing Mike to moan louder. His cock was leaking through the thin yellow thong pouch. Tomblin then squeezed in a second finger. Mike felt the fingers spreading in his hole, stretching him. Mike’s mind was reeling. Tears started to well in Mike's eyes but he didn’t want it to stop. He kept telling himself he was straight but as the voice from his dream told him, dumb straight men must serve men like Mr. Tomblin.
Mike couldn’t take it anymore. His trapped cock was so painfully hard. It was throbbing in the tight nylon confines of the thong. His impressive balls were pulled up tight.
“Ahh, Ugh, Fffuck,” Mike cried out as he came.
He came so hard that the cum soaked through the thin pouch and leaked down his massive thighs. Mr. Tomblin laughed as he pulled his fingers from Mike’s hole and gave his ass a slap, “That’s a good little boy,”
Mike remained bent over as he recovered. Once reality returned, Mike grew embarrassed. He was made to cum by another man just from being fingered.
He continued to hear Mr. Tomblin booming laughter as Mike quickly pulled up his shorts and gathered his gear and bag. He practically ran out of the gym.
When he got to his car, he just sat in the driver’s seat and kept telling himself he was straight. He was no dumb fuck toy.
To be continued
2022-03-24 00:59:46 +0000 UTC
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Mike was on his knees holding his client’s feet as Tom Tomblin tried to complete each sit up. Everytime the older man rose up he gave Mike a smile. Mike turned his head away and noticed a hot brunette walking by in tight yoga pants. He was happily married but preferred to watch the sexy female then look at the old, sweaty man before him. The woman turned and gave Mike a smile, and Mike smiled back. Mike knew the woman like what she sees, who doesn’t. His long sleeves blue compression shirt showed off his huge muscles and hugged his cobblestone 8 pack abs. Plus with his blonde hair and Nordic blue eyes and features he was every woman's fantasy.
Ever since the birth of their son, his wife grew distant and their sex life grew less frequent. Therefore, Mike became more flirtier with other women. Although he hasn't acted on it.
“10, good job, Mr. Tomblin. You did more than last week,” Mike held out his right hand to help the overweight man up.
Tomblin smiled as he gripped Mike’s hand, “do I get a reward?” When he got to his feet, the older man caressed Mike’s left bulging bicep with his free hand.
“Don’t touch me like that. I told you that I’m not gay,” Mike tried to keep his voice in a whispered so not to make a scene, but it was still firm.
Mike then bent over to gather his gear. “Nice thong,” Tomblin pinched Mike’s muscular ass.
Mike jumped. He had forgotten he was wearing the skippy, ridiculous underwear under his shorts. As he bent over, the shorts lowered and revealed the black and white thong his wife insisted that he wore. In fact, the other morning when Mike went to his underwear drawer he discovered that all of his boxers and boxer-briefs were replaced with jockstraps and thongs. When he confronted his wife, she laughed and said their love life needed to be spiced up. He didn’t know what his underwear had to do with their love life.
“I said don’t touch me,” Mike turned red in embarrassment as he threatened the older man.
“Sorry,” Tomblin held his hands up defensively but continued to have a smile on his face.
Mike then stormed away. He was praying no one noticed the hardon in his shorts. After Tomblin left the gym, Mike worked out to relieve some frustration. He was mad that Tom made an advance on him, but also he was extremely horny. He has been horny since he started wearing the thongs. He wasn’t about to tell his wife how much he enjoyed the feeling of the thin material wedged and riding between his tight plump ass cheeks.
After working out for two hours, Mike was exhausted and headed home. When Mike got home from the gym he decided he needed a shower. He stripped naked in the master bedroom and then showered. Once under the hot water he began to soap up his chisel body. He couldn’t resist feeling up his sore yet pumped muscles, moving his hands over his well developed pecs and down the deep valleys of his sculpted 8 pack abs. His hands traced the deep v shape cuts of his waist down to his impressive fluid cock. Mike then noticed the stubble of pubic hair growing just above his cock. The last few weeks he has been getting back into the competition preparation habit of shaving his body hair. He usually doesn’t shave unless he is near a bodybuilding competition or a modeling gig. Mike prefers his masculine body hair. However, the last couple of weeks, his wife insisted that he shaved off all his body hair and even suggested that he go to a specialist to permanently remove it. Mike picked up the razor and began to remove the stubble and then ran it over his body to remove any stray hair. He even reached behind himself and spread his meaty ass cheeks to run the razor over his tight hole. Once he had made sure he was completely smooth below the neck, he turned off the water. He briefly stood in the shower and watched the symbols of his manhood wash down the shower drain. He finally stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Mike then pulled the thong, he was wearing earlier, up his long muscular legs
When his wife Marsha came home she found him bent over the open refrigerator getting a post workout snack. His smooth bubble ass was facing her.
“Hey, babe, you home,” Mike closed the refrigerator door.
“Tom called me, he wasn't happy. He said you were disrespectful to him,” Marsha put her purse on the table.
Mike laughed, “he called you? The fucking fag pinched my ass in the gym.”
“You can’t go around getting rich clients like Tomas mad at you. He is very powerful and influential.”
“Are you kidding me? He fucking hit on me. You expect me to sleep with him,” Mike turned his back and placed his plate of food on the countertop.
Marsha came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chisel torso, “of course not babe, but we have little Mikey to consider now. If you want your personal training business to be successful you have to put up with people like Mr. Tomblin.” Marsha ran her long fingernails down his smooth torso to his full thong pouch.
Mike groaned and closed his eyes as she gripped his cock through the cotton pouch, “I know.”
She kissed his muscle layered back, “you look so sexy in that thong.”
Mike laughed, “Tom thought so too.”
They both laughed. “Why don’t you model some of them for me, before the babysitter brings Mikey back home,” Marsha cooed in his ear.
For the next hour Mike posed and modeled the various thongs and jockstraps she had brought him. Marsha pulled out her phone.
“What that for,” Mike laughed.
“Let take some pictures. It will be fun. Pose for me, babe,” she started to take pictures. “Come on, baby, work it,” she edged him on to do more provocative poses.
They even made it look like a professional shoot with him working out with kettlebells and weights in only the revealing thongs and jockstraps. Mike was acting slutty as he flirted with his wife and camera. He had left the social media postings up to her and rarely even looked at the sites. So he had no idea that after their impromptu photo shoot she was planning on uploading the pictures online. By the morning, she had received inquiries from numerous interested parties.
Every night before bed, Marsha would pour them each a glass of wine. After he drank the wine, Mike started to feel sleepy and went to bed. Before falling to sleep though he put in his earbuds and listened to a record to help him sleep. Within seconds of turning the recording on, he was fast asleep.
Mike began to dream that he was working out in a thin, silver, slingshot looking garment that was strapped over his muscular shoulders and barely covered his cock, balls and hole. He was training Tom, when the older man told him to stop and pose and flex for him. Mike dreamed that he obediently obeyed. Tom ran his hands over his exposed body while he went through a posing routine. He dreamed of how good the touch of another man against his hard muscles felt. His cock was growing hard , pushing the silver get up out. He heard Tom saying how hot and sexy he was. The more the older man praised him, the more aroused Mike was. Mike put his hands behind his head, flexing his triceps, abs, and chisel thighs. His arms were as big as his head. He then turned around, lifting his arms to flex his biceps and flare out his back. The material pushed deeper between his smooth, muscular buttocks. All along, Tom was circling him, stroking his body. Mike felt so obedient and submissive in his dream, yet he felt so good. He dreamed that Tom placed a hand on his shredded back, pushing him forward. Mike bent over as Tom’s hand traveled down his smooth back to the flawless ass. Tom then peeled the thin material aside to reveal Mike’s hole.
“It feels so good to serve,” a voice echoed in Mike’s ear as he dreamed of Tom pushing a fat finger into his tight hole.
“You need to serve and obey. Being submissive is pleasurable,” the voice repeated over and over.
Mike moaned as he felt the finger stroking his insides.
“Getting fucked by another man is pleasurable. You feel only pleasure.”
Mike felt a second fat finger pushing into him, stretching.
“You feel good being dumb and obedient. You are inferior to gay men. All straight men must serve his gay master.”
Mike moaned louder as he pushed his ass backwards. He needs to serve, he needs to obey. His mind was screaming that the dream wasn’t real. But the dream felt so real. Tom then pulled his fingers from Mike’s ass and he then mounted Mike. Mike dreamed how good it felt getting dominated and fucked by another man. His body was for their pleasure.
When Mike awoke the next morning, he found his abs covered in cum. He couldn’t believe he had a wet dream about getting fucked by another man.
Marsha was lying beside him, “it ok, baby, everything is going to be ok.”
Mike only watched as Marsha rubbed his cum into his abs and pecs.
Rest of the day he tried to put the dream out of his mind. As he was about to get ready to go to the gym, Marsha stopped him.
“Honey, be home early tonight. I had invited Tomas over for dinner,” she stroked his tattooed arm.
Mike turned white, “why, why are you inviting him over.”
The memory of the dream poured back into his consciousness.
“You need to make amends with him, baby. Now being a good boy,” she gave his ass a slap.
To be continued
2022-03-23 01:45:09 +0000 UTC
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Dr. Davis Sloan was sitting in his office going over his notes about helping the local university’s star tight end to focus, when his intercom beeped.
“Patrick is here for his appointment, sir,” his assistant Martin’s deep masculine voice called through the speaker on the phone.
“Have you offered him a glass of water,” the Doctor inquired.
“Yes, sir. He had two couples, sir,” Martin replied, the muscle himbo assistant adding a slight laugh at the end.
“Good. Send him in, Martin,” the Doctor responded.
The door opened and the 6’2, muscle bound construction worker came into his office. The doctor couldn’t help but admire how the black compression shirt hugged and showed off the huge sculpted torso. His eyes then traveled down to the worn tight jeans that were stretched over the thick, muscular thighs. Patrick Griffin was rugged and masculine with his longish curly hair and beard.
“Patrick, come in,” the Doctor stood from his desk and walked around to greet his patient.
“Hey, Doc,” Patrick replied as he sat on the red couch.
Patrick was ordered by a judge friend of the doctor’s for anger management after the burly construction worker punched a man at the bar. The homophobic stud believed the smaller man was hitting on him. The judge in Patrick’s case gave the construction worker two options, prison or psycho-counseling by Dr. Davis Sloan. Patrick of course chose counseling. The doctor had been making headways treating the anger issues Patrick had and in making the redneck more accepting toward gay men.
Dr. Sloan noticed that Patrick was fridging as he sat before him. His large hands were between his massive legs and he kept adjusting his large bulging crotch.
“So Patrick, how have you been,” the doctor asked as he noticed the outline of Patrick’s huge cock through the jeans.
Patrick was nervous, “well Doctor, something happened at the gym yesterday.”
“What happened, Patrick,” the doctor asked.
“Well, you told me that I should make friends with some of the gay men. While I was at the gym yesterday doing squats when I noticed this older dude watching me and checking me out. He was obviously gay. I did as you told me to do. I went up to talk to him. We chatted for a few minutes then he touched my arm and asked if I wanted to go to the sauna with him. I don’t know why but I agreed. His touching of my arm made me feel so horny,” Patrick adjusted himself again.
“I followed him into the locker room where we undressed. His eyes were on my cock the whole time. I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist when I followed him into the sauna. Once we got into the sauna, his hands were all over me feeling up my sweaty muscles,” Patrick was openly stroking his crotch now.
“How did that make you feel,” the doctor inquired while watching the packed crotch grow.
“I have to say, I have never been so turned on. I was rock hard, doc. When he started to kneel in front of me to suck my cock, I stopped him. He was surprised, even shocked, when I told him that I wanted to suck him off. I don’t know what came over me. I felt so submissive, and, and turned on. I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. I was gagging over it but at the same time I was loving it. He was also turned on. He grabbed my hair and was pounding my throat so hard that I had to grab his legs to keep from being knocked on my ass,” he was so hard as he told the doctor what happened.
“Pa-Trick, go ahead and pull out your cock and play with your cock,” the doctor smiled as he pronounced Patrick’s name, focusing on the trick part.
“Yesss, sir,” Patrick’s voice became drone-like upon hearing the pronunciation of his name. He felt a wave of relaxation press over his muscular body as He stood up and peeled the tight jeans down his thick, muscular legs. Patrick then reached into his black briefs and pulled his fat cock out from the top of the waistband. He then sat back down on the couch. Patrick’s cock was one of the fattest cocks the doctor had seen and he thought at times that it was a sad waste that it was going to never fuck another soul again in the muscle stud’s life.
“The dude was running his hands down my shoulders and back, telling me how hot and sexy I was. It got me so hot that I sucked him faster, taking his entire cock down my throat. Honestly, doc I never did anything like that before, but a part of me knew exactly what would turn him on.”
Patrick was jerking his fist over his fat cock as it oozed pre-cum, “before I knew it he pulled me off his cock by my hair and shot his load right on my face.”
“How did it make you feel, Pa-Trick,” the doctor asked, his own cock was rock hard in his expensive tailored suit.
“I was humiliated but at the same time so turned on that I shot my load without touching myself. I sprayed my cum all over the sauna floor,” Patrick’s cock was throbbing in his large hands.
The doctor made a note on his notepad that he had on his lap, hiding his hard on, “I see. Pa-Trick have you still been having those dreams you spoke of the last time.”
Patrick turned red in the face in embarrassment, “I didn’t remember telling you about them.”
The doctor smiled, “you did Pa-Trick, the dreams of me fucking you up the ass.”
“Yes, I had them every night,” Patrick lowered his head in embarrassment.
“It is perfectly normal for a patient to focus their lusts on their doctors,” the doctor pulled his notepad aside displaying his large bulge.
Patrick swallowed, “the dreams were so realistic.” His eyes were focused on the doctor’s lap.
“It is perfectly fine, Pa-Trick. We are here to understand the deep roots of your anger toward gay men. Deep down you secretly desire to be dominated by them. You feel inferior to them as a straight man. As for your dream, Your subconscious mind looks up at me as a man of authority and superior to you,” the doctor’s words echoed through Patrick’s confused but relaxed mind.
“Yess, sir, you know best,” Patrick went deeper under Sloan’s control each time the doctor pronounced his name Pa-Trick. Patrick even began to drool as he stared at the doctor’s packed crotch.
“Pa-Trick stand up and remove your jeans,” the doctor ordered.
“Yess, sir,” Patrick stood up, pulled his jeans down his huge legs and over his large heavy work boots.
“Good boy, now lay face down on the couch,” the Doctor unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hard, thick cock.
“Yess, sir,” Patrick turned around and laid face down on the couch. His briefs were still only half way down on his large muscular ass.
Once removing his suit, the doctor walked over to the massive construction worker spread out on his couch. The doctor smiled. He had slowly been reprogramming the former alpha homophobe into the perfect obedient himbo. During each session he slowly changes Patrick’s personality to fit his and his client, the judge that presided over Patrick’s trial, tastes. Through drugs and hypo he instructed Patrick to dream nightly about getting fucked by him. In addition, through suggestions he instructed Patrick to start shaving his body daily and start to wear tight clothes to show off his body. Patrick’s girlfriend didn’t like the changes her man was showing and when his big, fat cock could no longer get hard for her, she left him. Patrick found himself growing submissive toward other men and even getting aroused. He also found it harder to think. Everytime he tried to question why he was starting to feel submissive or why he was acting differently, his head began to hurt him. It was getting so difficult to think. It got to the point that he stopped thinking and did what Sloan told him to do.
Patrick lifted his hips to help the doctor peel the tight briefs over his huge ass and down his massive legs. His incredible ass was so smooth and flawless, that the doctor couldn’t resist giving each firm, round cheek a hard slap. Patrick let out a deep moan as the doctor’s hand impacted on each cheek, causing them to bounce. Dr. Sloan then spread the powerful cheeks and revealed the macho construction worker’s tight man hole. It was smooth and tight as the rosebud entrance winked at the doctor. The doctor spread Patrick’s legs further apart until his right leg was hanging off the edge of the couch. Dr. Sloan then laid on top of the large, muscular stud, pressing his cock between the plump ass.
The doctor whispered into Patrick’s ear, his tongue licking the man’s right earlobe, “just relax, Pa-Trick. You will feel only pleasure, Pa-Trick. However, despite how much it feels good, you can’t cum until I give you permission, understand Pa-Trick.”
“Yess, sir,” Patrick moaned as he began to breathe heavier.
Sloan then pushed his own huge cock into his patient’s tight ass.
“Oh, agh, Fffuck,” Patrick cried out as he was penetrated for the first time.
None of the pleasures in his dreams about this moment compared to the reality Patrick was now experiencing. Patrick’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a deep groan as his ass was stretched open by the doctor’s cock. He lifted his ass off the couch and back toward the doctor to give Dr. Sloan more and deeper access to his manpussy. Dr. Sloan in return grabbed Patrick’s huge mountious shoulders and rammed deeper and harder into the muscular ass. Patrick buried his head into his meaty arms to muffled his cries as he dug his fists into the couch’s pillows. He then began to flex his ass muscles around the doctor’s cock. The doctor had already promised the muscle stud to the judge for a very hefty fee, and after today Patrick would be ready for his new life as a mindless muscle himbo slut, like Martin. From the way Patrick was working his exquisite ass muscles, the judge is going to be a very happy man.
The doctor pulled Patrick by his hair and whispered into his ear, “cum now, boy”
Patrick cried out as he came hard and long. As he came his entire previous straight life was fucked out of him.
2022-03-21 20:35:17 +0000 UTC
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Labor dispute final
Gio never remembered cumming so hard. His cum sprayed over the shower wall and down in the large tub. His entire body spasmed as waves of pleasure flowed out of him. The orgasm kept on and on. His ass muscles clamped down on Simto’s cock like a vice as the spasms of his anal muscles began to milk Simto. Simto threw his head back and cried out In Japanese as he came deep inside Gio. When he finally stopped coming and pulled out of Gio, he let the giant muscle stud fall to the tub floor like a rag doll. Gio’s huge muscles were useless.
Once Gio came down from his post orgasm high, Simto knew it was getting close to the time that Mr. Hiroesho will dine. Gio meekly knelt before Simto, as the Japanese man placed a black collar around his thick neck.
“Good, boy. Now stand up,” Simto ordered after attaching the collar.
Gio stood as Simto walked over to a suitcase and opened it. The case contained various styles and sizes of cockcages. Gio didn’t even flinch as Simto chose a steel cage and began to attach it to his once impressive cock. Lastly Simto choose a tiny jockstrap for Gio to wear. The pouch was so thin that the cage was virtually visible through it.
Hiroesho was very pleased when Gio served him his dinner, “Simto, you outdid yourself.”
“Thank you, sir,” Simto bowed.
Gio obediently crawled under the grand dining table and sucked Hiroesho’s cock, as his new master ate.
2022-03-19 00:51:58 +0000 UTC
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LABOR DISPUTE 3
Simto led the tall, naked American stud out of the elegant Library/study of the penthouse apartment. Gio felt so confused. He felt Mr. Hiroesho’s cum leaking out of his ruined hole, running down his huge thighs as he walked. It made him so hard that his cock was bouncing as he walked. At the same time he felt so empty. He found himself wanting a cock back in his hole. Gio watched the smaller Simto carrying his clothes over to the living area’s fireplace and threw the jeans, t-shirt and briefs into the fire. Gio merely lowered his head as his clothes began to burn. Simto then moved back in front of the taller man and boldly reached out and gripped Gio’s hard cock. Gio let out a deep moan. When the cocky, even arrogant muscle god showed up at the penthouse little under an hour ago, he would have crushed the little, gay japenese man for even thinking about touching him. Now however, there was nothing left of that self-center alpha male. Gio just stood there, his massive arms at his side while Simto moved his small hand up and down his thick, throbbing cock.
“Please,” Gio moaned as his cock drool pre-cum.
Simto merely smiled as he used his hands to gather up the large amounts of pre-cum and then rubbed it over Gio’s chisel 8 pack abs and huge heavy pecs. Gio moaned louder. Simto took both nipples between his fingers and rubbed and twisted them, causing the giant stud to whither in heat.
“You like that, stud,” the normally meek assistant to Mr. Hiroesho laughed.
“Yes, sir,” Gio moaned. His entire alpha personality had been rewritten.
“Get on your knees,” Simto ordered as he let go of the large brown nipples.
“Yes, sir,” Gio knelt before the smaller man.
Simto loved the power he now had over the macho American. He opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Gio literally began to drool as he saw the cock being revealed. Smirking at the muscle stud, Simto grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head toward the waiting cock. Taking only the second cock in his life, with only half an hour between each other, Gio opened his mouth and began to worship it. The big straight stud’s mouth felt so good on Simto’s cock as he fucked it. Gio was groaning in heat over the cock as his head bobbed up and down on it.
Over and over Hiroesho’s words echoed in Gio’s head, he is nothing but a dumb muscle tool to be used by smart men like Hiroesho and Simto. His beautiful muscles, sculpted by hard manual work, were for their pleasure and use. Gio was gagging on the cock in his mouth as the back of his throat was pounded but he kept on worshiping it. His own discomfort wasn’t important. The only thing that matters was pleasing the superior male.
Simto pushed his cock deep down Gio’s throat and held the larger man’s head tight. “Take it, bitch,” Simto moaned as he shot his load deep into Gio’s mouth. Gio hungrily sucked and swallowed every drop. Simto finally triumphantly pulled out of the muscle stud’s mouth and slapped his now soft cock against the handsome, masculine face, smearing any remaining cum on Gio’s face.
Simto had many duties as Mr. Hiroesho’s executive assistant, one was to manage his stable of men. The older Japanese billionaire had a taste for western men, especially Americans. As compensation for Simto’s loyalty and service, the billionaire allowed his assistant free reign over those muscular slaves. Simto knew Gio would be a great addition to the stable, and couldn’t wait to give him a try. But first, Gio had to be prepared. Simto pulled the bigger man onto his feet and led Gio into the large bathroom.
“Get into the shower,” the smaller man ordered.
Without question, Gio obeyed. He stood in the shower motionlessly as Simto started to lather up his body with a special cream. After covering every inch of the 6’4 muscle god from the neck down, Simto then wiped the cream off his body. As he removed the cream, he also permanently removed all of Gio’s body hair. Gio didn’t move or respond as a symbol of his manhood vanished. Simto stepped back and admired his work. Gio looked like a statue of a greek god, smooth and flawless, every deep chiseled muscle and vascular vein were visible. The smaller man ran his hands over the tight skin, causing Gio to moan. He ran his hands up the sculpted 8 pack, tracing every deep valley, and then up to the large, oversized pecs. Simto stood mouth level to Gio’s large brown, silver dollar size nipples. Taking both hands, he squeezed the big slabs of meat between his smaller hands. All the while, Gio’s cock was throbbing at the smaller man’s touch. Simto then squeezed the left pec tighter, pushing the pert man tit out. He leaned his head down and licked the hard nipple. Gio let out another deep grutter moan, as the tongue flicked over it. Then Simto took it into his mouth.
“Oh, uh, fuck,” Gio moaned as Simto began to nibble and suck on the sensitive nipple. He could feel the smaller man’s teeth running over his nipple, biting and sucking it. Gio subconsciously pulled back but Simto reached around him and grabbed his tight, round buttocks in his hands, keeping the larger man from moving. Gio’s pecs were being treated the same way he had treated numerous women, and he was both humiliated and aroused by being manhandled. As Simto sucked on each tit, he was squeezing and slapping the firm muscular ass cheeks. He spread Gio’s cheeks and teased his hole with his finger. Simto had kept shaving Gio’s newly christened manpussy for last. His fingers could still feel Mr. Hiroesho’s cum inside the muscle stud’s hole.
Simto pulled his mouth from the pecs, “turn around.” His voice was commanding and sent a chill through Gio’s body.
Gio obediently turned his wide, v-shape back toward the Japanese man. Simto knelt in the shower behind the newest muscle slave and, gripping each granite like ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal Gio’s new manpussy. The once virgin hole was still bruised from the fucking that Hiroesho had given him. However, the anal entrance winked in apprehensions once again having a cock inside it. Simto then drove his face between the firm ass cheeks. Gio braced himself against the shower wall and groaned. His eyes rolled into his head as Simto tongue fucked him. Simto’s tongue was surprisingly long as it lapped at his employer’s dried cum deep inside Gio’s hole. Gio's mind was reeling as it processed the new pleasures and sensations.
Simto continued to squeeze and slap the muscular ass cheeks as his tongue tried to push deeper, and lap and flick the sensitive manhole. Gio tried to reach for his own cock to jack off but Simto pulled his head from the muscle pussy and gave his hand a slap.
“Slaves don’t touch their worthless cocks,” Simto scorned before driving back into between the ass cheeks.
Gio was so desperate to cum that he begged, “please fuck me.”
Finally Simto pulled his face from between Gio’s sexy ass, and smiled. He stood up and finished undressing. While Gio braced him against the shower wall and pushed out his large bubble ass, Simto rubbed the hair removal cream over Gio’s hole to remove the last traces of body hair from the muscle stud’s body. Once done, Simto reached for another bottle from the shelf by the shower.
Simto squeezed a generous amount of the gel-like substance on his fingers, “this is a very special lube that Mr. Hiroesho had acquired. It was made from an aphrodisiac plant from the Amazon rainforest,” Simto explained as he rubbed the lube around Gio’s hungry hole and pushed two fingers into him. Gio groaned loud. “It's going to make you feel only pleasure.”
Gio was whimpering and moaning as the gel was absorbed into his tight canal. Finally Simto pulled out his fingers to the larger man’s disappointment. However, Gio was soon awarded with pressure pressing against his hole. Gio then let out a deep groan as Simto’s cock pushed into him.
“Oh, Fffuck, feel so good,” Gio cried out as he pushed his ass back for more.
Simto smiled as the big macho American began to moan and groan like a whore in heat. The smaller man grabbed those huge shoulders for support as he began to thrust in and out of Gio harder and deeper.
“Fuck me harder, please deeper,” Gio’s deep masculine voice moaned.
Every nerve ending in Gio’s ass was fired up and in overdrive. His prostate felt like it was on fire as the cock rammed against it. His own cock was never so hard. He wanted to cum and was on the verge of exploding. However, Simto, feeling the incredible ass muscles tightening around his cock, and knowing the stud was close to coming, reached his hand around Gio’s sweaty, chisel torso and applied pressure on the American’s cock.
“No, please. Let me cum,” Gio cried and pleaded, his cock was on the edge but with the pressure Simto was applying on just the right spot, he was unable to cum.
Simto smirked behind the big muscle god and continued to fuck in and out of him. He took his time fucking the sexy American stood. He pulled all the way out of the hungry manpussy and slammed hard back in. Gio’s moans grew louder. He tightened his ass muscles to keep the thick cock deep inside him and flexed them to milk the smaller man. All thought and memories of his once straight alpha life was being fucked out of him. He couldn’t even remember a time when he wasn’t loving getting fucked and used by real men. Simto pushed all the way inside Gio’s hole and paused. He listened to Gio’s heavy breathing beneath him through the loud moans and groans. Smiling, Simto removed the pressure from Gio’s red flaring cock head.
“Cum,” Simto ordered.
“Ugh, ffucckk,” Gio cried out as his cock erupted.
2022-03-19 00:48:40 +0000 UTC
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(Finally was able to post the first part of Labor dispute)
LABOR DISPUTE
Mr. Hiroesho wasn’t happy that he was called to the states to deal with a labor problem at one of his factories. Usually such issues would not be worthy of his attention, however, when his factory manager sent him the photo of the worker who was trying to unionize his factory, he became intrigued. Hiroesho decided to personally nip the labor unrest in his American operations himself.
Gio Lozano stepped out of the elevator in the penthouse suite of the most elegant hotel in Boston, and was immediately greeted by a small Japanese man. Gio smirked as the smaller man looked him over in both disgust and lust.
“Hello, I’m Simto, the personal assistant to Mr. Hiroesho. You are Mr. Lozano?” Simto couldn’t believe the disrespect that the younger was showing coming to an appointment with a man as powerful as Mr. Hiroesho, in old jeans and t-shirt
Gio was still in his work clothes of jeans, white t-shirt, and work boots. Simto couldn’t help but admire the large, powerful arms and huge pecs that stretched the cotton white t-shirt. The little, gay man couldn’t help but imagine the giant dark hair stud naked.
Gio smirked, “I was at work when the foreman told me to get over here. So if Mr. Hiroesho wants to see me, he has to see me as is.” Gio spoke with a deep Bostonian accent. He had an air of arrogance about him as he looked down at the well dressed Japanese man.
“He probably didn’t work a day in his life, all brains and no brawl,” Gio thought to himself. “And look at the little fag checking out a real man.”
“Come this way,” Simto led Gio through the luxurious penthouse to a private library.
Simto knocked on the large double doors and stuck his head into the library, “Mr. Hiroesho, Mr. Gio Lozano is here, sir.”
“Yes, Yes, send him in,” the overweight billionaire stood up from the desk and walked toward the younger men.
The Japanese businessman’s eyes traveled down the 6’4'' muscular American’s body. Gio walked around Simto and extended his right hand. Hiroesho in return took Gio’s hand in his smaller but fat hand. Gio’s grip was strong and his hand callused from hard work.
“Would you like anything to drink while we discuss your issues,” the powerful billionaire was gracious and motioned toward two high back chairs standing by a large fireplace.
“Water will be fine,” Gio sat in the chair with his back to the library’s door and instantly spread his legs as he sat down.
Hiroesho nodded toward his assistant, who bowed in respect and left the office.
“So, my managers informed me that you have several labor concerns,” Hiroesho sat across from the younger man.
Hiroesho’s eyes went straight to Gio’s crotch. The jeans were tight fitting around the packed crotch as Gio sat with his legs spread. The stare wasn’t missed on the cocky stud and Gio smirked in disgust.
“Those are not my concerns, but issues that the workers at your factories have. We are organizing to make our demands for better benefits and working conditions.”
Simto brought in a tray with a pitcher of water and two glasses. He sat the tray down on the marble top table between the two men and poured water into both glasses. Simto then backed out of the room.
“Thank you, Simto,” Hiroesho watched Gio pick up one of the glasses of water and drink it down.
“I am assured that the working conditions are very up to US standards, Mr. Lorenzo. There is no reason for my workers to organize into a union,” Hiroesho smiled.
“Mr. Hiroesho, your workers will not be fucked around with. We will unionize and if you don’t agree to negotiate with us then we will strike. …” Gio suddenly felt unfocused and confused.
Gio leaned over and poured himself another glass of water. As Gio titted his head back to gulped down the water, Hiroesho smiled while admiring the thick neck muscles gulping and swallowing the drugged water.
“Mr. Lozano, I’m afraid there will be no union vote,” Hiroesho smiled.
Gio was sweating and started to protest, “but . . .”
“Have another glass of water,” Hiroesho’s voice was firm and demanding as he interrupted the younger, confused man.
Gio did as he was told and drink another glass of the refreshing liquid.
“You are so disrespectful. Look at you coming here in your common work clothes. Showing me no respect. You mattered well be naked. In fact, take off your clothes,” Hiroesho ordered.
A part of Gio was shocked and wanted to tell the old man to fuck off. However, Gio found himself standing up and pulling his shirt over his head.
Hiroesho was impressed by the smooth muscular torso with the tattooed pecs and arms. Gio’s body was sculpted by years of hard manual work and working out in the gym. Gio then unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, revealing his packed white briefs. Gio’s cock was already rock hard.
Gio started to remove his boots, but Hiroesho stopped him, “no, keep them on. Pull off your pants and underwear over them.”
Gio peeled his jeans down the thick, well developed quads and struggled to pull them over the heavy work boots, even ripping his worn jeans in the process. Once freed of the jeans, Gio hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and peeled them down as well. His thick, Italian cock popped free and stood straight ahead.
“Good boy, now come over here,” Hiroesho ordered.
Gio’s mind was spinning. He wanted to fight but more and more it was becoming harder to think. His muscular legs were moving on their own as he moved to stand before the older Japanese man. Hiroesho reached his right hand out and gripped Gio’s impressive, hard cock and balls.
“You blue collar workers show no gratitude,” Hiroesho squeezed Gio’s large balls in his hand, causing the stud to whimper.
“You continued to demand and demand more without working for it. You are like spoiled brats. In my country, brats are disciplined,” Hiroesho’s grip tightened.
“Please, no,” the arrogant stud pleaded. Tears were welling in his brown eyes. For the first time in his adult life his huge muscles were useless to him.
“You need to be taught discipline and respect. Bend over my knees,” Hiroesho used his left hand to pull the larger man down over his lap.
“Yes, sir,” Gio found himself obeying.
Before he knew it he was bent over the older man’s lap, naked. With one hand on the back of Gio’s thick neck, Hiroesho raised his other hand in the air and brought it down hard on the smooth, firm ass cheek.
“Ugh,” Gio cried out.
His muscular legs were kicking out as the billionaire delivered one blow after another on the pale ass cheeks. Gio was crying, but all along he was rock hard. His thick cock was between Mr. Hiroesho’s thighs and the older man kept his legs tight together, trapping Gio’s cock between them. However, despite the stringing, he was so turned on.
“Please, daddy,” Gio didn’t even realize he called the man daddy.
“Will you be a good boy for your daddy,” Hiroesho stopped slapping the now red ass cheeks and then spread them to stroke Gio’s virgin hole.
“Yes, daddy, I’ll be a good boy,” the once tough stud sniffing. “Ugh,” he felt Hiroesho pushed a fat finger into his tight hole.
“As your superior and your employer, I can fuck you anyway I want. You and your hard worked muscles are for men like me to use and enjoy, understand,” Hiroesho’s moved his finger in and out of the helpless stud’s ass while he continued to work on the mind fucked stud’s ego.
“Yes, sir,” Gio cried.
“You are nothing but my employees and my property,” Hiroesho pushed in a second finger.
“Yes, daddy,” Gio cried as he felt the man spreading the fingers in his tight ass, stretching it open.
Hiroesho pulled out his fingers, “get your working class body down on your knees and worship your superior’s cock.”
“Yes, master,” Gio slid off Hiroesho’s lap and onto his knees.
Hiroesho’s then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was shorter than Gio’s monster cock but just as thick. It didn’t matter any longer to the once cocky Stud about how much bigger he was to the Japanese man. It was his superiors’ brains and intelligence that made them superior to his huge, hard worked muscles. He obediently opened his mouth and took Hiroesho’s cock into it. Tears ran down his chisel, masculine face as he looked up at the older man, seeking approval as he sucked on his first cock. Hiroesho smirked down at the once cocky stud as he held Gio by the ears and fucked his inexperienced mouth. Gio was gagging over the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat. When he Thought he couldn’t take any more the old man pulled his head off the cock. The muscle stud then fell on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath.
However, Hiroesho wasn’t done with the stud, “lay on the coffee table, with your legs in the air.”
Gio then obediently laid on his back on the coffee table and lifted his thick legs toward his chest, leaving his tight virgin man hole exposed. He could only watch as Hiroesho approached him and pressed his drool and saliva covered cock against Gio’s hole. Gio let out a loud grunt as he was penetrated for the first time. Hiroesho made him keep his eyes locked on him as he slammed in and out of the tight ass. All along Gio’s cock remained rock hard while he continued to hold his knees up to his chest.
“You are going to cum, for me, cum for your master,” Hiroesho laughed.
“Fffuck, yes, please, let me cum.”
2022-03-16 16:16:32 +0000 UTC
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Reagan just finished his last set on the leg press machine, 1000 lbs, one ton. His massive legs were wobbly as he stood up and had to pull himself up by the machine’s press board to get up. A group of admirers stood around him, slapping his back as he tried to walk. His little red shorts were pulled all the way up his tree trunk legs, proudly displaying every well defined muscle and popping vein. Each of his quads were as big around as some guys’ waists. He knows he is the biggest guy in the gym, he is definitely the king of the gym. As his admirers parted he spotted the older man standing back, watching him. Upon seeing the man, his cock hardened in his tiny black briefs under his shorts as his cocky facade faded.
Reagan immediately remembered how good it felt when the stranger first fucked him in the locker room a week ago. He had kept telling the man he was straight even as Reagan braced himself against the shower wall as the stranger penetrated his tight muscular ass. Reagan could have easily resisted and even crushed the smaller, older man, but the bull like bodybuilder was in pure ecstasy as he was fucked for the first time.
Reagan woke from his day dream and noticed the older man was smiling at him. He looked down and discovered he was sporting a hardon right in the middle of the gym. Embarrassed and aroused, Reagan gathered his gear and gym bag and headed toward the locker room to change. He was hoping the stranger would join him.
He wasn’t disappointed. Reagan was practicing his leg posing routine in front of the deserted locker room’s mirror, when the older man came into the locker room. The grey haired man gave Reagan a smile, which Reagan returned with a nod. Reagan didn’t know why he did it, and felt embarrassed and even slutty. He pulled down his red shorts and remained bent over. He looked through the mirror at the older man behind him. He knew he was giving the man quite a view of his backside. The black nylon briefs were barely covering his large ass cheeks while he was standing. Now they were being swallowed up between his massive ass cheeks. The thick cords of hamstrings muscles were on full display and the smooth, competition ready ass cheeks were pumped, with the striated muscles of his glutes flexing like waves as he showed off for the stranger. Reagan remained bent over and watching the stranger as the older man moved closer. The man touched the ripped muscular ass cheeks, sending chills up Reagan’s spine.
“Beautiful,” the man whispered as he stroked and traced the gluteus cords of muscles.
Reagan was breathing heavily. He couldn’t believe he was letting the stranger do that to him. Anyone could walk in any minute and catch them. The man moved his fingers to the briefs and traced them as they stretched over the powerful ass cheeks. Reagan closed his eyes as the older man then pushed his fingers into the right leg hole of the overstretched briefs to search for the bodybuilder’s hole. Reagan moaned as the man found it and began to stroke the tight entrance.
“Please,” Reagan moaned.
His eyes were fixed on the stranger’s as the old man pushed his fingers deeper under the brief and further into Reagan’s tight hole. Reagan let out a deep hiss between his clenched teeth as a fat finger probed into his tight muscle pussy. He felt and heard the overstretched briefs being ripped by the stranger to get more access to Reagan’s hole.
“Such a nice, tight manpussy,” the stranger whispered as he moved his fat finger in and out of the tight hole.
Reagan let out a deep moan as he felt his insides being stroked and stretched. He had missed that feeling that he first experienced in that very locker room with this stranger over a week ago. He always spent his life trying to be the tough, muscle alpha god, but he knew he was born to serve real men. His huge flawless muscles were for other men's pleasure. His cock was below average, and he turned to bodybuilding to make up for his inadequacies. When the desire to get bigger and bigger grew, he turned to steroids, which led to his inadequacies to please women to grow more.
The older man pushed in a second fat finger into the tight muscle hole. Reagan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He felt his fingers being spread, stretching him open. With his free hand the stranger moved under the baggy shirt and stroked Reagan’s smooth lower back. He slowly inched the shirt up revealing more of the shredded back.
The stranger leaned against the bodybuilder’s back and whispered into Reagan’s ear, “come home with me.”
“Yes, sir,” Reagan moaned as the stranger pulled his fingers out of his ass.
Reagan disgusted his ruined underwear and pulled his shorts back up his massive legs. He knew the shorts weren't hiding his hard on, in fact the shorts were tenting when he followed the stranger through the gym and out into the parking lot.
Either man said a word as they drove to the stranger’s house. Reagan looked down at his bare legs as the older man freely stroked the huge, shredded left thigh. The hand traced the deep chiseled cuts of the quads, working from the knee up to until the hand pushed into the thin shorts, brushing Reagan’s tight balls. Reagan looked at the man, who just stared ahead, focused on driving, and backed down at the hand as it moved between the thick legs. Reagan found himself spreading his legs more, giving the stranger more access up his leg to his bulging crotch. The shorts, without the restrictive briefs, displayed the bodybuilder's small but hard cock. The stranger then wrapped his hand around the shaft, through the silky shorts and began to stroke the throbbing cock.
“Fffuck,” Reagan was breathing heavily. He couldn’t wait to get to the stranger’s house and have the older man fuck him.
Finally they arrived at the man’s house, and Reagan was amazed at its size. Reagan looked at its pure grandeur as the man led him through the mansion and up the great staircase. All along, Reagan’s cock was pointing straight ahead, tenting and leaking through the red shorts. Once in the large master bedroom suite, Reagan was further amazed by the size of the huge king size bed. His mouth was open and eyes filled with amazement as the older man turned him around and proceeded to lift up the baggy xxxl shirt. Reagan lifted his 22” arms as the shirt was pulled over his head and thrown on the floor.
“Beautiful,” the man whispered again as he reached out and cupped both of Reagan’s pecs.
Reagan’s pecs were large and heavy, with large nipples pointing downwards. The stranger squeezed the big slabs and then leaned his head down and licked the left nipple. Reagan let out a loud deep moan at the sensation of the man’s tongue flicking against his tits. Then the man began to suck on it. Reagan threw his head back, moaning. The stranger reached around the bodybuilder’s thick torso and grabbed the muscle packed ass. As he moved from one nipple to the other, the stranger squeezed and grabbed the powerful glutes. Reagan never was so turned. His cock was leaking pre-cum in his shorts. No woman had ever made that turned on.
Finally the stranger pulled off Reagan’s pert nipples and stood tall. The older man was a good 6” taller than the beefy bodybuilder. He placed his hands on the boulder-like shoulders. They were mountains of muscles on top of muscles. The stranger pressed down on those huge shoulders and Reagan found himself kneeling before him. On his knees the bodybuilder looked up at the older man and then began to undo the stranger’s pants. The thick, hard cock almost slapped Reagan in the face. He then stroked the cock admiring it, remembering how good it felt when it was last inside him. Then for the first time in his life Reagan took a cock into his mouth. He focuses only on pleasing his new master. He kept his eyes on the older man, looking for approval as he worked the cock with his tongue and lips. He took as much of the cock as he could into his mouth and down his tight throat. The stranger was holding Reagan’s head, guiding it on and off his cock.
“That’s a good boy,” the man stroked his head as Reagan took the entire length of the cock down his throat.
Once Reagan had thoroughly coated the older man’s cock with drool and saliva, the stranger pulled him off his cock and pulled the bodybuilder onto his feet. The man then pulled Reagan’s shorts down. Reagan stood naked before the man, his thick pro-bodybuilder muscles on full display. The man then pushed Reagan backwards onto the huge bed. He laid there looking up at the stranger as the man then finished undressing. Once naked the man crawled onto the bed between the powerful legs. Reagan lifted his huge legs, pulling his knees to his pecs. His eyes locked on the stranger’s as the older man aimed his cock at the tight muscle pussy. Reagan let out a loud deep moan of ecstasy as the stranger pushed into him. The stranger was moving in and out of the muscle packed body. Reagan wrapped his legs around the older man and pulled him into deep. The man leaned against his muscle boy, and pushing deeper into the muscle pussy, he kissed Reagan. Reagan moaned into the man’s mouth as his mouth,body and mouth were being dominated for the first time.
2022-03-16 01:06:06 +0000 UTC
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“Mr. Hiroesho, are you done with the labor negotiations,” Simtoe knocked on the large double doors to his boss’s office.
“Yes, Mr. Simto, we are done. Aren’t we, Mr. Lorenzo ,” the older Japanese businessman responded to his assistant.
“Yes, Master,” the muscular American man that sat in the chair across from Hiroesho responded in a drone like voice.
It was then that Simto noticed that the American blue collar worker, who was a thorn in the Japanese billionaire's side, was sitting naked, except for his heavy boots on his size 12” feet, in the high back chair across from Hiroesho. Drool was running from Gio’s mouth and down his masculine jaw and chin. Gio’s fat cock was coated with his own cum but still standing hard and leaking pre-cum.
“Mr. Lozano has agreed to a very generous package for his fellow worker, haven’t we Gio,” the older man laughed.
“Yes, master, very generous,” the masculine ItalianAmerican man replied, not taking his eyes off the billionaire’s cock.
Simto walked up behind the seated muscle giant.
“Go ahead Simto, you can touch him, he won’t bite. Anymore,” the older man laughed.
Simto reached over the chair and squeezed Gio’s massive shoulders. He loved the feel of the thick, smooth muscles under his small hands. He boldly squeezed the huge pecs, cupping them in his hands as if they were a woman's breasts. Gio let out a moan as his cock jerked at the other man’s touch. Simto then moved his hands down the large tattooed arms. Gio’s arms were as thick as Simto’s head and the massive, smooth thighs, seated and spread open, were each as around as Simto’s waist.
“I have a conference call with the other Cartel members. Make sure that Mr. Lozano is tooken care of and redress. Oh, and do feel free to enjoy yourself with him,” the older man zipped up his pants.
“My pleasure, sir,” Simto smiled as he help the giant muscle bound stud on to his feet.
Gio looked so confused as he looked from Hiroesho and then to Simto. Simto picked up the discard jeans, tshirt, and white briefs from the floor, before guiding the fucked stud out of the elegant office. Gio didn’t resist or protest as Simto ram his hand over the muscular ass cheeks.
2022-03-15 00:48:21 +0000 UTC
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Rehabilitation
Old Judge Samual Giles was pleased with Dr. Stewart’s work as the tough ex-con obediently unzipped his orange jumpsuit and peeled it off his shoulders, revealing his gang and prison tattoos and chisel, lean muscles. The prison jumpsuit fell to the ground and Jack stepped out of it. Jack’s fat cock was stand straight out and proud.
The old judge knew Jack’s record well. He was a hardened criminal. In and out of prison from everything from drugs, assault, attempted murder. The prison system said he was unrehabilitable. He hated gays and had been charged with hate crimes. While in prison, he got into several fights. The judge mused that they were probably with other inmates who wanted a piece of his well sculpted ass. There was little in prison to do except workout, and Jack definitely used his time well with building a hard, muscular body.
“He is beautiful,” the judge whispered as he sat across from the naked ex con.
The doctor stood behind the seating judge, his hand on the back of the chair, “and completely docile. Tell him to suck your cock.”
The judge looked up at the doctor, “you sure he is safe.”
The judge heard the reports about the last man that tried to make the tough, dangerous excon perform oral sex.
“Trust me. All of his aggression, yet say, have been fucked out of him,” the doctor laughed.
“Jack, get on your knees and suck my cock,” the judge ordered as he opened his judge’s robe and revealed that his cock was already open of his pants, rock hard.
“Yes, master,” the once dangerous, overly arrogant ex-con slid down to his knees and crawled over to the older man.
The judge was nervous and excited at the same time as Jack opened his mouth and engulfed the cock between his lips.
“Oh, mmm, he's very good,” the judge moaned as Jack took the entire length down his throat.
“I was letting some of the prison guards train him. They were quite impressed with his oral skills and how fast a learner he was,” the doctor said as he watched Jack’s head bobbing on and off the judge’s cock.
The judge was so turned on that he grabbed Jack’s ears and began to face fuck the ex con’s face. Muffled moans escaped from Jack’s full mouth as he sucked harder and faster to keep up with the older man’s thrusts. All along the once straight ex con’s cock remained rock hard. His cock was throbbing and leaking on the expensive rug in the judge’s chamber. The judge let go of his ears and ran his hands over Jack’s wide, tattooed back, squeezing and rubbing the hard worked muscles. His fingers tracing the pumped vascular veins running over his delts and trap muscles.
“Think of the benefits your treatment can give society. Prisons would be a thing of the past. The most hardened criminals can be turned docile,” the judge pressed his leather shoe back against Jack’s cock and let go, watching it bounce and snap back forward.
The only response from the ex con was another muffled moan.
“How about getting his ass fucked? Have he been fucked and if so, did he show any resistance,” the judge mused.
“He been well trained in getting fucked as well. I program him to feel only pleasure. And I must say from experience, his ass is pure heaven,” the doctor laughed.
The judge grabbed Jack by his hair and pulled the ex con off his cock, “I want to fuck him, now.”
Jack was soon on his hands and knees on the coffee table in the middle of the office. His muscular legs were spread and his smooth, pale ass was facing the judge. The doctor had made sure that the ex con’s ass was thoroughly shaved and cleaned before he had him transported to the judge’s chambers. The judge stood behind the ex-con's perfectly shaped ass and admired it. He then reached out and stroked it. He squeezed and kneaded at the meaty, yet firm cheeks, spreading them.
The judge remembered the first time Jack was before him in his courtroom. Jack was so cocky, even arrogant, standing there smirking. His public defender tried to make him look presentable in a new suit, but the tough stud stood with his legs apart, daring anyone to stare at the large packed bulge in his tight suit pants. Judge Samuel wanted to slap him across the face and fuck that arrogant smile off his handsome rugged face right then.
The judge raised his hand and slapped it against the firm left ass cheek. Jack let out a loud grunt but remained on his hands and knees. Again, the judge raised his hand and this time brought it down on the right cheek. Jack’s fist gripped the edges of the coffee table, but again he didn’t show any protest. In fact his cock jerked at each impact.
“Have you been a bad boy, Jack,” the judge raised his hand again and brought it back down on the left cheek.
“Yes, sir, I’m a bad boy, sir,” Jack grunted.
Hearing the deep masculine calling himself a boy was making the judge even more aroused. He stopped spanking the ex con and reached down between the tight cheeks and stroked Jack’s hole.
“He has been lubed before being transported here. I only let myself, the warden, and a handful of trusted guards at the prison to fuck him. So as to keep him tight,” the doctor spoke.
The judge didn’t say a word as he pushed a finger into Jack’s hole. At the feeling of his insides being stroked Jack let out a deep moan and pushed his ass back.
“You are a hungry whore aren’t you,” the judge smiled.
“Yesss, sir, hungry whore,” Jack moaned again.
If his old self would see or hear himself, he would have been humiliated and furious at being treated like that. However, the doctor’s program had thoroughly destroyed all traces of the once arrogant, dangerous stud he once was.
“Such, a dirty, cheap whore,” the judge squeezed a second finger into the tight anal canal.
“Fffuck, I’m a dirty, cheap whore,” the tattooed ex con pushed his hips back for more.
“You did an excellent job, Doctor,” the judge pulled his fingers out.
“I’m glad you are pleased, honour,” the doctor smiled.
The judge then lifted his robe up and aimed his fat cock at Jack’s tight, little hole. He then gripped the naked ex con’s narrow waist and roughly pushed into him.
Jack’s grunt was loud and animalistic as his manpussy was ripped open. His fingers dug into the table’s corners as his muscles tightened and flexed. The judge eased out and thrusted back into the muscular ass. Each time he pulled out he rammed back deeper and harder.
“Damn, he so fucking hot,” the judge moaned. “His ass muscles feel like they are trying to milk me.”
Jack was feeling pure pleasure as his prostate was pounded over and over. His cock was bouncing and throbbing to the rhythm of the judge’s thrusts. He needed and wanted to cum so badly.
The doctor walked around Jack, running his hand over the sweat covered ripped back, “he can’t cum until he is given promise to. It helps to keep him obedient and submissive.”
When the doctor stood in front of the ex con, he stroked Jack’s sweaty head. Jack looked up at the doctor with a look pleading to be allowed to cum. He was so desperate to cum.
“Please,” Jack moaned.
The doctor smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. With the judge thrusting in and out of Jack’s hole, the doctor grabbed Jack’s ears and pushed his cock into into the ex-con's mouth. The tattooed tough stud was being fucked from both ends. His cock continued to throb and leak with no relief in sight.
Finally the Judge couldn’t hold out any longer. He thrusted all the way into Jack’s ass and paused.
“Fffuck,” the judge moaned and came hard.
Seeing the judge cumming and with Jack working his tight throat over his cock, the doctor quickly followed. He shot his load deep into Jack’s throat. Jack had no choice but to swallow it all.
Before either the doctor or the judge pulled out of him, the doctor whispered, “cum now.”
Without touching his cock, Jack cried out and came hard. The two men laughed as they pulled out of him.
The judge slapped Jack’s head, “clean up your mess.”
Without protest Jack proceeded to lick up his cum off the coffee table and off the floor. After licking up his cum, he then proceeded to lick both men’s cocks clean. Once he had thoroughly cleaned each man’s cock, Jack stood and placed his hands behind his back and head down. Meanwhile, the doctor reached into his briefcase and pulled out a steel cockcage. Jack just stood there as the doctor attached the cage around his now soft cock.
“When will he be auctioned off,” the judge zipped up his pants while watching the ex con’s cock get locked up.
The doctor turned to the judge, holding the keys to the cockcage in his fingers, “actually, he is not going up for action. Consider a gift from the Cartel for your loyalty and service.”
“Thank you,” the judge took the keys from the doctor and smiled at his new slave.
2022-03-12 14:05:48 +0000 UTC
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Fitness Expo Day 2
The second day of the Fitness Expo, being Saturday, was even busier than the first day. It was wall to wall people crowded into the convention center. Connor was up and there early, however, this time minus the girlfriend. She had been a bitch all evening, excusing Connor of ditching her for Mr. Readman, the big shot at Alpha-Beta. He told her she was being silly, that he hadn’t even been gone too long. Which made her even more angry.
“Anyway, that guy is important. He can jump start my career,” Connor found himself defending himself.
“More important than me,” his girlfriend got emotional and stormed out of the hotel room and stayed with their friends who were staying in another hotel.
“Girls, jeez,” Connor whispered as he opened one of the free sample bottles of nighttime Alpha-b testosterone boosters and popped two capsules in his mouth.
Within thirty minutes, Connor was fast asleep, not giving his girlfriend a second thought. In his sleep he started to dream about stripping naked before Joseph Readman. Once naked he obediently bent over the boxes of Alpha-B, beneath the stage and spread his muscular, tight ass. Connor dreamed how good it felt as the older man grabbed his muscular shoulders and pushed into his thick, tight bubble ass. When Connor woke the next morning he was covered in his own cum. Confused, he ran his hand over his sticky abs, scooping up the cum onto his fingers. With no thought he put his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
Meanwhile, in the penthouse suite of the luxury hotel by the convention center, Joseph Readman woke up with his cock buried inside a massive muscle bull’s ass. His face was laying on the middle of the wide back of the 5’7, 250lb winner of this year’s fitness Expo’s bodybuilding competition. The huge glutes had a tight hold on Joseph’s thick cock, keeping him rock hard. Joseph love the feeling of waking up on top of a massive bodybuilder while his cock was being worked by an incredible set of anal muscles. Once fully awake, Joseph began to move in and out of Nick the “Mutant Bull”’s ass. Nick grunted like an animal in heat as the smaller man began to ride his ass. Louder the bodybuilder grunt or groan the faster Joseph fucked him. Nick began to push back demanding to be fucked harder.
“Fuck, harder, fuck harder,” Nick yelled.
Joseph grabbed hold of the massive trap muscles as he rammed harder and deeper into him. He smiled as he thought of how Nick the Mutant Bull was the poster boy for Alpha-B. A year ago, the behemoth was considered too skinny to ever be the winner of the most prestigious bodybuilding competition in the world. Now he was fucking huge and as dumb as a brick, Joseph smirked. The only thing Nick could do now was workout and get fucked.
“Need more cum,” Nick grunted.
Joseph couldn’t wait for the day at the expo to start. With Nick making a guest appearance at the Alpha-B booth, hundreds of younger men would be lined up to see their idol and buy anything he recommended and used, even if it would sacrifice their brain cells, just so that they can look and be like him. The mere thought made the older businessman cum deep inside Nick’s humongous ass. Joseph pulled out of the cum filled hole and Nick rolled over onto his back. The older man in return laid on the huge bull torso and began to nurse on the oversized pecs. Nick grunted.
2022-03-11 02:05:26 +0000 UTC
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The fitness expo brought thousands of sport, bodybuilding, and fitness euthanasists to the convention center once a year. Among the athletes, competitions, and demonstrations, there were also 100s of vendors hocking the latest supplements, fitness gear, and more. Among the most popular booths were Alpha-B’s and SkinTrade gyms. Both offered promotions and giveaways to younger athletes who stopped by their booths. Their booths stood out with loud hip music and shirtless muscle bound athletes and bodybuilders handing out and even throwing free merchandise to the long lines that stretched down the aisles in front of the booths. The Alpha-Beta Group made sure their booths were worked by male model types with bodies that younger inspiring athletes dreamed of having. Their bodies were smooth, and muscle packed, perfect aesthetically with deep chisel cuts. The models were smiling with their perfect teeth and perfect tan complexions as they offered samples of Alpha-B drinks to the expo goers in return the younger men signed up for the Alpha-B or SkinTrade mailing lists or scanned the QR code to follow in their social media pages.
Joseph Readman, the new manager of promotions and sales for the Alpha-Beta Corporation, was impressed with the number of muscular, younger men that were in line to sign up for the mail list and to receive the free can of the latest Alpha-Beta product. There were of various heights, but most were muscular or athletic. Joseph noticed many of the younger men were proudly displaying their muscular legs and round plump ass in tight joggers or shorter shorts. He found the attitude of the younger generation toward showing off their bodies and assets refreshing. Joseph got so horny though and need to take his sexual frustration out on someone. He immediately noticed Zach, the blonde, shirtless model working the booth. Zach handing out the latest Alpha-Beta’s product to three short, muscle bound boys. The boys were buff with wide shoulders. They were each wearing baggy shirts, but short 5” or 4” inseam black shorts, showing off their massive legs. Those boys were very proud of their hard work in developing their huge quads, wide hamstrings, and well developed calves.
“Bros, This is Man-Milk, our newest product,” Zach hock the cans of protein. “It offers everything a man needs to get big and shredded, pure protein, potassium, magnesium, and testosterone.”
“Does it work,” the taller of the boys asked as he examined the can. He was obviously the alpha of the group. Joseph couldn’t help but admire the boy’s thick forearms and biceps.
“Dude, trust me, it works. Look at me,” Zach ran his hands down his smooth, ripped 8 pack and flexed his 18” biceps. He then poured the milky drink into plastic cups for the three boys to taste.
“Taste salty,” the shortest of the three boys licked his lips.
The other two boys nodded that it tasted good. Joseph was pleased that Zach had each boy brought a four pack of Man Milk and registered each boy for the mailing list. Zach even gave each boy free cans of Alpha-B. As Joseph watched Zach interacting with the boys, he admired Zach’s shredded smooth body and well defined cobblestone abs. The boys wanted to be like him and would buy anything he recommended. Joseph's eyes lowered to Zach’s plump, round ass stretching the pair of black joggers. It was obvious that he squatted a lot.
“Kind I see you in back,” Joseph whispered to Zach while discreetly running his hand over the muscular ass that stretched the tight joggers.
“Sure boss,” Zach was all smiles as he followed the older man behind the booth.
Once alone with the blonde model, Joseph spinned the stud around and roughly pulled down Zach’s joggers. Zach wore no underwear and his smooth, perfect ass was exposed. Joseph then pulled out his own hard cock and pushed it between the plump ass cheeks. Zach let out only a low purr as he relaxed his anal muscles and the cock slid up his hole. Joseph peeled out of the curtain as he watched the various boys and muscle gods registering their emails or following with their social media accounts. As he watched he began to thrust in and out of Zach’s muscle pussy. Alpha-B and SkinTrade had already signed up over a 100 potential new followers. The younger men had no idea that as they registered on the iPads they were being scanned along with their social media accounts. A computer then picked the perfect boys or muscles gods to win the free year supply of Alpha-B, a modeling contract, or a free membership to SkinTrade gyms. In fact creating a new batch of potential slaves for the Cartel, which the Alpha-Beta corporate was a part of.
Joseph’s eyes fell upon a dark hair beauty that was registering on one of the iPads. The younger man wore a tank top that was tight over his chisel torso and a pair of black track pants that hugged his round bubble ass. Joseph picked up speed as he fucked Zach harder. Zach's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his prostate got pounded over and over. He was feeling only pleasure as his ass was stretched open and rammed. Joseph noticed the dark hair stud’s girlfriend was clinging to his well developed arms as he typed out his email, name, address, and number on the iPads. The tank top did nothing to hide the stud’s magnificent back. Mountains of muscles on top of muscles stretched his smooth flawless skin. Joseph was pleased that Martin, one of the other obedient himbo models working the booth, handed the stud a can of black cherry vanilla cream Alpha-B. Joseph thrusted all the way into Zach’s ass, as he watched the stud lifted his head and drank down the alpha-b. The sight of the younger man’s throat and neck muscles flexing while he gulped the drink down, caused Joseph to come hard deep inside Zach’s ass.
The stud was still talking to Martin when Joseph came out of the storage area of the booth. Joseph at once noticed the blank, blissful look in the younger man’s eyes as he listened to Martin about all the benefits of Alpha-B.
“Boss, this is Connor,” Martin, the dark-haired, tanned bodybuilder said when he saw Joseph and Zach exiting the storage area. “He is interested in doing some modeling for Alpha.” Martin looked at Zach in jealousy, as the blonde stud had the blissful post fucked glow.
Connor held out his hand and gave Joseph a strong handshake. Joseph was impressed with the softball size biceps stretching the smooth skin. “You did any modeling before,” Joseph asked, noticing the thin layer of sweat on the stud’s forehead.
“Nothing professional. I have a large following on TikTok for my workout and modeling videos,” Connor replied.
The bulge in Connor track pants was growing larger. Although he was probably only 5’9” in height, he had a sexy sculpted body that would be in high demand by the Cartel’s clients. Joseph was pleased to see Martin and Zach keeping Connor’s girlfriend busy, flirting with her.
“Yet see what you have to offer, take off your shirt and pose,” Joseph ordered.
The Alpha-B had already opened Connor’s mind to suggestions and orders. The stud peeled his tank top over his head, revealing his chisel, hairless body. Joseph was impressed. He moved closer so it won’t be as obvious, and openly stroked the sculpted 8 pack abs. The drugs in the drink were making Connor’s body so sensitive. The older man’s touch caused him to grow more horny and let out a deep moan.
“Good boy. Now the pants, take them off,” Joseph whispered.
Without hesitation or protest Connor hooked his fingers into the waistband of his track pants and pulled them down. He wore a pair of blue boxer briefs that hugged his large thighs. A crowd gathered around the booth, some people taking pictures as the half-naked stud flexed and posed before them. Connor’s legs were just as well developed and chiseled as his upper body. Beautifully proportionally and aesthetically balanced. His body was so pumped with the Alpha-B circulated through his body. There were a few snickering from the crowd at the obvious hardon in the tight boxer-briefs and a small wet spot forming in the crotch area. However, Connor showed no embarrassment as he blissfully flexed and posed. To reward the stud, Joseph handed him another Alpha-B.
“Let go into the back and I get more information for you,” Joseph put his arm around the younger man’s wide muscular back.
“Yes, sir,” Connor groaned at the older man’s touch and then drank down the second Alpha-B.
Once behind the curtain, Joseph stroked his hand down the muscle stud’s flawless back, “just relax baby, it feels so good.”
The straight muscle boy just let out a low groan as Joseph traced his fingers over the v shape cuts of Connor’s lower back. Connor felt so pumped, and relaxed, that he offered no resistance as Joseph pushed his hand into the underwear and felt the muscle packed ass. Instead of protests, Connor actually lifted himself up onto his toes and pushed his bubble ass backwards to help the older man push his hands deeper. Joseph soon found his prize, nestled between the firm, muscular glutes. Connor closed his eyes and hissed through his white, perfect teeth as he felt the first finger pushed into his virgin boy pussy. His prostate felt like it was on fire, demanding to be probed and rammed. All thought about his straight life and girlfriend was gone. Connor was breathing heavily as the finger stroked his insides.
“That’s a good boy, you feel so blissfully good. You will feel only pleasure,” Joseph pushed a second finger into the muscle boy.”
“Yes, feel so good,” Connor moaned.
Joseph was pleased. He knew Connor would be a great addition to the Cartel’s stables. Each year on the final night of the Fitness Expo, the Cartel hosts a private party in which they “invite” the 25 most beautiful muscular men in attendance at this year’s expo to entertain them and their clients. Connor would be very popular at this year’s party.
2022-03-08 18:34:22 +0000 UTC
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CHRIS “THOR” HEMSWORTH
Chris Hemsworth was tired as he got off the private jet. He was so glad to be back home in Australia. He had already changed in the jet into his shorts and oversized vest to be comfortable in the downunder summer. On the long flight he has been keeping himself busy reading the new script for an upcoming Thor movie. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the script but marvel movies was his claim to success.
Chris approached the land rover and the driver waiting for him, “welcome home, Mr. Hemsworth, I’m Laster, I will be your driver.” Laster eyes traveled over Chris’s taller, muscular body.
“Thank you, Lester,” Chris smiled as he handed his bag to the younger man and got into the backseat.
When the driver got into the driver seat, he adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better view of Chris, “I hope you don’t mind me saying it, I’m a big fan of yours. I can’t believe that I’m driving Chris Hemsworth, Thor himself. When the dispatcher told me that i'm picking up Chris Hemsworth I thought they were pulling my leg.”
Chris smiled as he picked up his script and started to finish reading it, “I appreciate you saying that. It always a pleasure meeting fans.”
“The limo service packed a drink for you to enjoy,” Lester still looked through the rear view mirror as he started the car.
“Thank you,” Chris opened the thermos and poured himself a cup.
Chris had no idea that Lester had adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better view of Chris’s thick thighs and nice packed crotch. As they drove, Chris started to find it harder to concentrate on the script and looked out of the window of the traveling car.
“Are we going the right way,” Chris didn’t recognize the landmarks going by.
“Don’t worry about it, Chris,” Lester smiled through the mirror.
Something was not right, Chris began to panic. Suddenly it became so hard to keep his eyes open or keep his head from falling backwards. His muscular arms felt heavy that he couldn’t even lift them.
“What have you gave meee,” chris mumbled as his head fell backwards.
Lester pulled the car off the freeway and into a vacant lot. He once again smiled through the mirror as Chris laid passed out in the backseat, drool running down his masculine chisel chin. Lester got out of the driver seat and opened the back car door. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. He had watched every movie Chris made and fantasized about this. When he heard that the Cartel had plans to capture and auction off Chris Hamworth, Lester volunteered and jumped through hoops to get the assignment. He had been a successful Procuror for the Cartel for several years. It was said you always remember your first, and Lester still remembered the day he was recruited by the Cartel in college to drug and capture his own college roommate, a baseball pitching standout. Up to this moment it was the most thrilling procurement he ever had. It was a rush for the smaller man every time he captured a hot muscular stud. Hearing them moan as they realized their huge muscles were useless, was intoxicating. However, all the captures and procurements, including his first, pale in comparison to taking down “Thor” himself. He positioned the taller, more muscular actor so Chris was laying across the length of the backseat. Lester then ran his hands up the long, thick legs, admiring the power in them.
“I never realized how beautiful your legs were, Chris,” Lester whispered as he leaned in and kissed the inner right thigh.
Chris moaned at the sensation as Lester’s tongue flicked against his smooth thigh. Lester gripped the waistband of Chris’s shorts and pulled them down. Chris groaned again as his hips were lifted and the shorts were pulled down his legs. Lester was pleased that Chris wore no underwear under his shorts. The superhero actor’s fat cock popped free and laid smooth across his left thigh. Lester knows he isn't supposed to touch the merchandise but Chris Hemsworth was the man of his dreams. Anyway, who cares if Thor was a virgin or not. They want to own fucking Thor, even if he been deflowered or not, Lester reasoned. Lester unzipped his pants and pulled out his own fat, hard cock.
“Chris, can you hear me,” Lester asked as he grabbed Chris’s legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“Yesss,” Chris was barely lusicive.
“I want you to make out with me, kiss me as the leading man you are,” Lester leaned in to kiss the half conscious heartthrob.
Lester gripped both of the actor’s wrists and pulled the muscular,thick arms above Chris’s head. Chris’ drugged mind opened his lips and accepted Lester’s tongue, as the smaller, nerdy man pulled him closer to him. Lester’s tongue dominated the mindfucked stud’s mouth. Chris let out a deep moan into Lester’s mouth while feeling the cock pressing against his hole.
Lester pulled away briefly, “ relaxed baby.”
Lester pressed his scrawny body against Chris’s muscular torso as he pushed into the virgin hole. Chris’s mind was spinning while getting penetrated for the first time. However, Chris couldn’t move or use his larger muscles to stop the smaller man. He felt his hole being stretched open and Lester beginning to move in and out of him, in long deep thrusts. Lester was loving the tightness of Thor’s ass around his cock as he moved in and out, deeper and harder with each thrust. He laid his head against Thor’s powerful chest while ramming in and out of the once tight entrance. He could hear the heavy, labored breathing of Thor’s chest as it rose and fell. Thor’s heroic cock was pinned between his average stomach and Thor’s well defined and sculpted abs. Lester felt the cock growing between them as he pounded Thor’s prostate. The perfect heroic ass was gripping his cock pulling him deep into Chris, despite what remains of Chris’ free will. Lester knew he couldn’t hold out anymore. He buried his head between Chris’ underarm and inhaled the strong masculine scent of the masculine actor. He gave one last thrusted and pushed deep inside Chris’s ass and came hard. Lester hasn't came that long in years. He finally willed himself off the muscle stud. Chris laid passed out again from the drugs and fucking he had received. Lester smiled as he laid the useless, thick legs down and got out of the land over’s backseat. Whoever wins the bidding for Chris is going to be a lucky man, Lester thought to himself as he closed the door and got back into the driver’s seat.
2022-03-05 00:49:55 +0000 UTC
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Rent due
It was close to noon when pounding at the door woke Trey up. He has been sleeping in late every morning with there being no reason for him to get up early. Trey had lost his job and he wasn’t very motivated to find another. Each day he slept until noon and then got up, shower, and ate before heading to the gym. Trey was dating the gym owner and she let him get by not paying the gym membership in return for fucking her. He could always get women to take care of him. They loved his hard, sexy muscular body, tattoos, and long shoulder length hair.
There was more pounding at the door.
“I’m coming,” Trey yelled as he kicked the cover off his naked body.
Trey stood up, grabbing his flannel pajamas bottoms and pulled them up his muscular, thick legs. His morning hard on was tenting the red and black pajamas as he made his way to the front door. He pushed his long brown mane back behind his ears.
“I said I’m coming,” Trey yelled as there was more knocking.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled to himself as he looked through the peephole in the door and saw Perry, his landlord.
“What is it,” Trey opened the door.
The middle aged man’s eyes instantly traveled down the muscular younger man’s torso to the bulge in the pajamas. Trey was proud of his thick, muscular body. He was short but his pecs and arms were huge and ripped, while his shoulders and back were mountains of muscle on top of muscles.
Perry snapped out of it when he realized he was staring at Trey’s half naked body, “you are late on the rent again.”
Perry was angry. He knew Trey had been putting him off over and over and using his hot good looks and body to flirt his way out of having to pay.
“Look Perry,” Trey leaned against the door, crossing his huge arms. “As I told you I’m really down on my luck and I can’t pay the rent. You know as soon as I get a job I will pay you back.” Trey even gave his killer smile which always works on the ladies and the fags.
“Not this time, Trey,” Perry’s voice was stern. “Pay me now, or I will evict you.”
Trey was surprised by Perry’s tone, “look man, I don’t have it.”
“Well, you better find some way to pay me, now!”
It time to flirt, Trey thought, even through the straight muscle stud hated the old fag, “maybe there something we can work out, some trade.” Trey tried to sound sexy and alluring.
Perry paused, “what you have in mind?”
“Well,” Trey reached down and squeezed his morning hardon in his pajamas. “You can give me a blow job in exchange for the rent.”
Perry burst laughing, “are you that much into yourself that you think sucking your little cock is worth the rent.”
Trey turned red, “my cock ain’t small.”
Perry laughed at him.
“Ok, what do you want? I know you want me. I've been seeing you checking me out since the first day I came to look at the apartment,” Trey grew defensive.
Perry didn’t say a word for a long time, which made Trey nervous and the muscle boy began to shift his weight on his bare feet.
Finally Perry spoke, “your mouth and ass will be worth half of the rent.”
“What, you want to fuck my ass,” Trey yelled. “Fuck, no!”
Trey's instinct was to slam the door on the older, pathetic man.
“It's that, or get out. Oh, And I wonder if your girlfriend, Cheryl isn’t it, knows about the other women you have over. I don’t think she would let you workout or stay at her place if she found out,” Perry smiled.
Trey turned pale. “You can’t, I have no place to go,” the tough straight boy grew scared. Most of his friends were pissed at him for always asking for money and his parents cut him off.
“It's your choice, boy,” Perry laughed. For once Perry sounds like Trey’s dad the night he threw Trey out of the house.
“Ok, I'll do anything,” Trey whispered and lowered his head.
“Good boy,” Perry smiled as Trey stepped aside and let the landlord inside the apartment.
When Trey closed the door, Perry turned around, “first off take off your pants. When I come to collect the rent you will greet me naked and then get on your knees.”
Perry’s tone sent a chill through Trey’s body. No one ever talked like that to him, not even his own parents. Perry's statement made it clear that this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. Trey found himself hooking his thumbs into his pajama bottom and pulled them down. He was humiliated when his cock popped out rock hard.
“On your knees,” Perry ordered as he opened his pants.
Trey slowly struck to his knees as Perry’s 9” cock was revealed.
“Good boy, you aren’t as dumb as you look,” Perry gripped Trey’s hair and slapped him in the face with his cock.
Trey closed his eyes as Perry rubbed his cock over the muscle boy’s handsome face.
“Open your mouth,” Perry ordered.
Trey wanted to resist but after another slap to the side of his head, this time by Perry’s hand, Trey opened his mouth and took his first cock. Soon Perry was guiding Trey on and off his cock by his long hair. Trey was gagging and coughing over the thick cock as Perry rammed it deep down his throat and held Trey head tight. Tears were running from Trey’s eyes, down his chisel masculine face. When Trey thought he was going to pass out from not being able to breathe or on the verge of throwing up, Perry pulled out of his mouth. He barely catches his breath before the landlord pushes his cock back into Trey’s mouth. All along, to the straight muscle boy humiliation, Trey’s 4” cock remained rock hard, leaking pre-cum and throbbing. Deep down Trey knew he could push the older man off him and beat Perry to a pulp but he couldn’t. No one ever treated him like that in his life and it was turning him on.
Trey soon had coated Perry’s cock with his drool and saliva and the landlord pulled his head off his cock, “that’s a good cocksucker. Now get in your bedroom and get face down on the bed.”
Trey obediently stood and walked naked into his bedroom. He heard Perry whistle, “Damn that a nice fat ass.”
Trey turned redder as he climbed onto on the bed. He felt Perry standing behind him, looking at his ass and the hard 4” cock that stood between his thick thighs. Perry came closer to the bed and stroked the big plump ass cheeks. Trey tried to hold back the tears as his ass was groped and fondled. Perry then began to spank the firm smooth ass cheeks, causing Trey to cry out. The older man then squeezed and spread the cheeks, revealing Trey’s virgin hole.
“That a sweet ass,” Perry slapped the cheeks again, before he pressed his face between the meaty ass and began to rim the sensitive hole.
Trey buried his face into the mattress trying to block his moans as his ass was rimmed for the first time. Perry’s tongue darted in and out of the hole while he squeezed and slapped the cheeks around it. After he got the virgin manpussy lubed and loose with his saliva, Perry pulled away and crawled on top of the muscle boy. He wrapped his left forearm around Trey’s thick neck as he pushed his cock between the still tight boypussy.
“Just relax, baby,” Perry whispered into his ear as he mounted Trey.
Tears ran down Trey’s masculine face as he was penetrated for the first time, however, he won’t give the man the pleasure of crying out in pain. The cock pushed deeper into him, stretching him. However, the pain soon faded as his ass grew used to the invading thickness and Perry’s cock started to move in and out of him, pounding Trey’s prostate with each thrust. The pain was replaced with intense pleasure. All along, Trey’s cock remained rock hard. Trey couldn’t take it any longer as his prostate got rammed over and over. His eyes rolled back into his head and he shot his load onto the sheets beneath him.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Perry whispered into Trey’s ear as he felt the anal muscles tightened around his cock.
Perry continued to fuck and enjoy the muscle boy for several more minutes before coming inside deep inside the broken stud’s ass.
It was only the beginning of Trey's new life. A week later, Perry showed up at Trey’s door with an older man. Trey was heading to the gym in a sleeveless funnel shirt, showing off his huge tattooed arms, and a hair of cut off jean shorts, hugging his massive quads. His long hair was pulled back under a backwards cap. With a stern look from Perry, Trey obediently stripped naked and knelt between the two men.
“God, she a hot thing with that long hair and smooth body,” the older man laughed as he pulled Trey’s hair while fucking his mouth. “Such a pretty thing.”
After the muscle stud sucked each man’s cock, they led him into the bedroom and fucked his ass. Trey didn’t made a sound and just laid as both men took turns fucking him.
“Oh, fuck, he is so fucking hot, better then any pussy,” the old man moaned as he pulled Trey’s hair like reigns.
A part of Trey hated it but at the same time his cock remained rock hard. He tried not to come but it was a losing battle. The older men laughed at him as he shot his load without touching himself.
Every week Perry brought a new man over to use Trey. Perry was soon controlling every part of his life. He was pimping Trey out to rich gay men and even made Trey to get a night job as a stripper at a gay bar. All the money he made went straight to Perry. Trey no longer cared however. His straight life had been literally fucked out of him. He couldn’t fuck women anymore, in fact he couldn’t even get a hardon unless he had a cock in his mouth or ass. Trey's only escape was the gym which Perry gratefully paid for from the money he made off the muscle boy. Perry even paid for Trey’s supplements and steroids. Perry called it a business investment. The bigger and pumped Trey became the more money he makes for his landlord.
2022-03-02 17:33:22 +0000 UTC
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The beach curiosity shop
Walter was behind the counter in his little beach shop on another beautiful day on the boardwalk and business was steady with tourists and surfers coming in and out. Walter was smiling to himself as he counted the money he received from the sale of the thick Russian stud that he had captured a couple of weeks before. When one of his Eastern European clients walked into the back room and spotted the beefy bodybuilder on display in the leather jockstrap and collar, chained to the large x cross, the client brought him on the spot. The shopkeeper almost felt sorry for the Russian. The client was from a country that had long suffered under the yolk of the Russians, and was determined to take out his pinned up aggression on the long hair Russian bodybuilder. However, the Eastern European client offered the shopkeeper a small fortune which relaxed any sympathy he had toward the new slave.
Walter's attention turned toward the shop door as a family of four entered the store. The kids went browsing in one direction, while the father and wife headed toward the men's swimwear selection. Walter was very impressed with the 6’4, reddish blond hair adonis. The daddy’s tank top showed off his pale smooth skin and large muscular upper body. His muscles were thick and tight as they ran over his broad shoulders down his large, strong arms and heavy full pecs. Although he wore long black shorts that covered down to his knees, his thick well developed calves were displayed as he wore flip flops on his average size feet. The shorts also displayed a nice meaty ass that flexed as he moved. He had definitely an alpha air to himself that made Walter hard as he watched the married couple.
“Honey, they would look good on you,” the wife laughed as she picked up an American flag patterned bikini brief swimsuit.
“I don’t think so,” he replied. He was stern, he was obviously used to always being in control and in charge.
Walter could definitely picture the sexy stud in the tiny swimsuit. He watched the stud looking at several styles.
“How about those, daddy,” his daughter picked up a pair of yellow and green spandex jams.
“They were almost as revealing as the Speedo,” the stud’s voice was deep and sexy.
“Come on Rick, they will be very functional for the beach CrossFit competition. You are the one that left your normal jams at home. Anyway, they would look good on you, show off those thighs and butt of yours,” the wife laughed.
“Come on daddy, get them,” the two daughters begged and laughed.
The father looked toward the shopkeeper and turned red as he caught Walter watching them.
“Let go. We have to get ready for dinner,” the father led the family out of the store.
Walter noticed the stud looked at the jams once more.
Rick looked out of the corner of his eyes toward Walter, but addressed his family, “I might stop back later for them.”
Walter watched the daddy’s muscular ass in the black shorts flexing as he walked out.
Later that evening, thirty minutes before Walter’s normal closing time, Rick came back into the shop. He nodded toward Walter as he made his way to the jams swimsuit.
“Can I help you with anything,” Walter was all smiles as he approached the younger man.
“I’m going to be in the beach CrossFit tournament tomorrow and left my swimsuit to compete in at home,” Rick replied as he held the yellow and green spandex jam shorts.
“Those are the best selling brands for CrossFit. Do you want to try them on,” Walter eagerly asked.
“Yeah, I guess I should try them on first,” Rick picked up a large size.
“I will suggest a medium, you want them to be snugged,” Walter smiled.
Rich hesitated but put back the large pair and got the size medium. The dressing rooms were close to the curtained off back room which housed the sex shop. Rick stepped into the small mirrored dressing room as Walter pulled the curtain closed, keeping it open just enough to watch Rick peel his shirt over his head. The younger father’s back was layered with thick cords of smooth, flawless muscles. While Rick continued to undress, Walter stepped into the sex shop and picked up a small spray bottle, some handcuffs, and dental gag to keep Rick’s mouth open and vulnerable. The spray was very popular and effective in hunting and subduing straight prey like Rick. Before he left the back room, he hit the record button for the hidden video camera in the dressing room. By the time Walter got back to the dressing room, Rick was struggling to pull the skin tight jams up his muscular smooth thighs and over his plump large ass.
“How it going, does it fit,” Walter poked his head into the tiny dressing room.
“I think I need a bigger size,” Rick stood facing the mirror.
The jams only went half way over Rick’s plump round ass and the spandex gripped his impressive set of balls and cock tight.
“I think they look very good on you,” Walter boldly reached out and touched the straight stud’s ass.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Rick jumped back and yelled.
Rick's muscles flexed and tense as he clutched his right fist and pulled it back to deliver a punch. Walter however was ready. He sprayed the small bottle into Rick’s face.
“Ugh,” Rick covered his face as the strange mist hit him. He couldn’t stop from breathing in the mist. When he removed his hands and stopped coughing, his eyes were blank as he swayed back and forth.
Walter smiled, “that’s a good boy.”
Rick offered no resistance as the older shopkeeper freely ran his hands over the CrossFit athlete’s tight, smooth body.
“Beautiful,” Walter whispered as he ran his hands down the chisel abs and over the trapped crotch.
“Rick, turn around and put your hands behind your back,” Walter ordered.
Without protest, Rick reached his muscular arms behind his back and Walter cuffed his wrists together. Walter then reached around and put the dental gag tool into the docile Rick’s mouth and secured it behind his head. The reddish-blonde father and athlete looked so sexy and submissive standing with his powerful arms cuffed behind his back and mouth pushed open into a perfect 0.
“Excellent, now get on your knees,” Walter barked and the former alpha husband obediently obeyed.
Walter saw a hint of shame and embarrassment in Rick’s eyes as the stud looked up at him. He in return merely smirked back at Rick and unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat hard cock. Walter then gripped Rick’s reddish blonde hair and began to push his cock between the parted lips. Even if Rick wanted to protest and closed his mouth he couldn’t. The older man was thrusting in and out of the opened mouth, enjoying the tightness of Rick’s virgin throat. Tears began to form in the straight man’s eyes while drool ran down the side of Rick’s mouth. The spray drug left just enough willpower to make men like Rick feel humiliated and defeated but unable to stop it. Walter wanted to enjoy the married stud’s plump ass but knew if he kept using that sexy mouth, he was going to cum. Walter finally pulled out of Rick’s abused, sore throat. Rick couldn’t even catch his breath before he was pulled up on his feet and pushed against the mirror, by the smaller, older man. Walter peeled the swimsuit down over the flawless round ass, leaving Rick’s cock trapped in the tight confines of the spandex trunks.
“Damn a beautiful ass,” Walter slapped it, watching it jiggle at the impact of his hand.
Rick could only give a muffled grunt. Walter then gripped each plump, smooth ass cheek and spread them, revealing the tight man pussy, winking back at the older man. Knowing that the married stud was going to be a hot fuck, Walter aimed his drool covered cock at Rick’s virgin hole. He grabbed hold of Rick’s muscular hips and pushed in while pulling the straight stud back toward him at the same time. Tears were pouring down Rick’s masculine face as he let out muffled groans and moans. Every time Walter pounded his prostate, Rick’s eyes rolled back into his head and his own cock bounced and jerked in the tight trunks. Walter continued to fuck Rick hard and deep until he pushed all the way into the straight stud’s pussy.
Walter whispered into Rick’s right ear, “cum for me now.”
Rick tried to cry out as his cock let loose. He cum over and over, filling the spandex trunks. As he came his ass muscles flexed and milked Walter’s cock, until Walter followed and came deep inside Rick.
“Fuck, you was a good boy,” Walter pulled out of Rick’s abused hole with a popping sound.
Walter then proceeded to uncuff and removed the gag from Rick’s mouth. Once freed, however, Rick continued to remain docile. Walter then helped him remove the stained trunks and ordered him to redress in his clothes. Rick felt the older man’s seed leaking from his ass and ran down his thick hamstrings as he pulled his underwear and clothes back on. Once redressed, Rick still didn’t say a word or even look at Walter as he followed the shopkeeper back to the swimsuit rack to get a larger size of the same swim jams. He then followed Walter to the counter to pay for both swimsuits.
“Now Rick you going to be a good boy and go back to your hotel room and fuck your pretty wife. You won’t tell anyone about what happened, understand,” Walter gave Rick’s change back.
Still looking down, Rick replied, “yes, sir.” All of the masculine confidence he had when he came into the store was gone, it had been fucked out of him. He was confused on how he let it happen and how the older, smaller man could make him do those things he did.
“Good, after your competition tomorrow you are going to come back here. You won’t change out of your swimsuit nor tell your family where you are going,” Walter handed him the bag with the larger size trunks and the cum stained smaller one.
“Yes, sir,” Rick took the bag and left the store. He could still feel the man’s cum dripping down his legs. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt his cock grow hard.
2022-02-28 21:26:24 +0000 UTC
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Coach Wilcox was sitting at his desk after practice going over his notes on who was going to start on the big game this coming week, when there was a knock on his office door.
“Come in,” the coach barked.
“Coach, do you have a minute,” Randy the team number two quarterback poked his head around the door.
“Come in Randy,” the coach put his papers aside.
Randy entered the office and closed the door behind him. The jock was still in his practice gear of shoulder pads, maroon jersey and thin maroon shorts. The jersey was struck up under his pads to show off his smooth, ripped stomach. Randy was proud of his abs. The workout shorts were also rolled up to show off the thigh tattoo on his left leg.
“What can I do for you, Randy,” the coach asked.
“I was wondering if you made up your mind who you are going to start on this weekend's game,” Randy was obviously nervous.
“Well, not yet, Randy,” the coach leaned back on his chair and put his hands on the back of his head.
He knows that Randy and Colt, the starting quarterback, were rivals on and off the field. Colt had injured his ankle during the last game, not seriously but enough for the coach to debate starting the quarterback in the upcoming game.
“Is there anything I can do to help you make up your mind? I'm ready to start, Coach. Very ready,” Randy looked desperate.
“What you have in mind, Randy,” the coach leaned back in his chair.
Randy then hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his jockstrap. The bulge was impressive in the jock pouch, showing off that boy was rock hard and definitely ready.
“Well, I see,” the coach stood up and walked around the desk.
Randy could see the bulge tenting coach’s khakis. Coach traced his fingers over Randy’s tight waist as he slowly circled the boy. The jockstrap perfectly framed Randy’s plump, youthful ass. Coach then gave the firm round behind a hard slap, causing Randy to jump and move his hand to cover his stinging ass cheeks.
“You came in here, tempting me with that boy pussy of yours,” the coach asked as he slapped the right ass cheek.
“Please, Coach,” Randy cried out.
Coach then slapped the left cheek.
“Please, stop, I made a mistake, Coach,” Randy bent over to pull up his shorts.
He inadvertently exposed his sweet, virgin hole as he bent over to pull up his shorts.
“You made no mistake boy. I know what you want,” the coach pushed Randy face down on the desk.
Randy’s tight, bubble ass was exposed and facing him. The coach opened his pants and pulled out his thick, 9” cock, while Randy gripped the corners of the desk. His hard boy cock was trapped in the jockstrap and pressed between the hard desk’s surface and his own body. Coach stepped away to pull out a bottle of lube from his desk. He always keeps a tube ready for occasions like this. Randy had an opportunity to run but the good jock boy remained laying face down on the desk. His long muscular legs spread. The coach aimed the tube at the tight virgin boypussy and squeezed a generous amount of lube into the jock. The starting position for the quarterback spot had became a competition on who was a better fuck. Colt wasn’t at practice today because he could barely walk after taking the coach’s cock up his golden boy pussy last night. Now little Randy was taking his turn.
“Relax, boy,” the coach whispered as he pushed down on the middle of Randy’s back while pushing his thick cock into the jockpussy.
Tears welled in Randy’s eyes as the cock pushed deeper into his hole, stretching it. Randy wanted to cry out but knew that his friends and teammates were still in the locker room next to the coach’s office. In fact as he turned his head, he saw the one way mirror on the office wall looking out at the locker room and showers. He saw his naked teammates walking to and from the showers. Their hard bodies dripped with sweat or water. He let out a low grunt as the coach’s monster cock found his prostate. His own cock began to throb under him, still trapped in his jockstrap. The pain faded and was replaced with pleasure. Randy began to push his ass backwards for more. The coach had to give it to Randy, he might not be the biggest or toughest guy on the team but he was one hell of a fuck. Coach grabbed hold of the waistband of Randy’s jockstrap as he rammed in and out of the quarterback. Randy was taking every thrust and pounding. The coach’s program produces the toughest and best players in the conference and no one truly knows his secret. The coach used the jockstrap like reins as he rode the jock’s ass. Randy’s eyes were rolled back into his eyes as his mouth hung out in a long deep, low moan. As he got fucked, the jock boy was using his ass muscles to flex around the older man’s cock, pulling Coach deeper into him.
Coach pulled Randy by his curly hair and made the jock watch his teammates through the one way mirror. If they only knew what was going on in the office, Randy thought. He saw his friends Tanner and Jayden walking naked into the showers, their plump, smooth asses flexing as they walked. Randy wondered if the coach had fucked them. Not only were the two muscle jocks on the football but also on the wrestling team. The very thought of the coach dominating and using the entire team sent the jock over the edge.
“Fffuck, ugh,” Randy cried out.
He didn’t care if anyone heard him outside in the locker room or not. His tight anal muscles clamp down on the coach’s cock as his entire body spasmed from the intense orgasm. He came hard and long into the pouch of his jockstrap. The cum leaked and soaked through the jock onto the coach’s desk. The coach thrusted all the way into the jockboy and held on to the narrow tight hips, enjoying the feel of the boypussy around his cock. He soon followed Randy and came deep inside the jock’s ass. Finally the coach pulled out of the jock boy and gave Randy’s ass a hard slap.
“Thanks coach,” Randy stood up.
His ass was hurting and he felt the coach’s cum running down his hamstrings.
“Does it mean I get to start Saturday,” Randy asked in excitement.
“I'm afraid not. I still have some thinking to do,” the coach pulled up his pants and stuck away his cock.
“Oh,” Randy replied feeling disappointed and used.
He pulled up his shorts and turned toward the door to leave.
“Randy, you forgot something,” the coach was standing behind his desk.
Randy looked down and saw the pool of cum on the desk.
“Lick it up boy,” the coach pointed and ordered in his stern voice.
Randy knew better than to argue. He bent over and began to lick his own cum off the desk.
2022-02-26 13:00:40 +0000 UTC
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When most people see Ryan they see a tough, tattooed, former marine alpha male. He wasn’t very tall, standing about 5’9, but what he lacked in height he made up in muscles and cockiness. That all changed when he started working out at the local gym. He was down on his luck and wasn’t able to keep a job in his small town. He was fortunate enough to have a friend and a former marine that owns the gym and let Ryan workout for free. Ryan was grateful to his friend Cody.
“No problem, marines stick together,” big muscular Cody slapped Ryan on the back.
“Working out is the few things that I enjoy any more,” Ryan replied.
“Well, take your time, just lock up when you are done,” Cody gave Ryan’s wide back a friendly slap and headed to lock up.
After a few minutes after the usual gym closing time, Ryan peeled off his sweaty tank top and headed to the locker room to shower. The locker room was pretty much deserted, except for some of the usual older overweight men that lurk around the sauna at all times of the day. Ryan thought it was odd that they were still there this late at night and debated if he should tell Cody. Ryan caught a couple of them watching him as he pulled down his shorts and briefs. He quickly wrapped a towel around his chisel waist and gave an intimidating stare back at the old perverts. He was use to stares from gay men but Ryan always made it clear he wasn’t into men. The men seemed to smirk at him and headed toward the dry sauna. Suspicious, Ryan followed them. He was suspecting that they were up to something perverted and his instinct was to help his friend Cody out by stopping whatever was going on. However, he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.
Four older men were standing naked in the sauna with Cody on his knees giving each man a blow job. They were grabbing the former marine’s buzz cut hair and pulling him from one cock to another. Ryan couldn’t believe his eyes. Cody was as tough and straight as any man he knew but there he was on his knees in the middle of a circle of older men sucking their cocks. Ryan hurried out of the sauna, hoping to leave before anyone saw him. He got his clothes, dress and left the gym. However, that night he couldn’t sleep. As he laid naked in bed and tried to close his eyes he saw his friend giving the men blow jobs. Cody’s cock was unmistakably hard as each man fucked his mouth and Ryan kept hearing the former Marine’s deep masculine groans muffled by the cocks in his mouth. Ryan wasn’t gay but he found himself wrapping his fist around his 5”cock and feverishly jacking off. It didn’t take him long to cum. As he shot over his ripped abs and tattooed pecs, he couldn’t figure out why the scene he witnessed earlier turned him on so much.
The next day, Ryan went to the gym to work out but he was hoping to avoid seeing Cody. However, as Ryan was curling the 100lbs barbell, as if they weren’t anything, Cody approached him.
“Ryan, we need to talk. I knew you saw us last night,” Cody looked around the nearly empty gym to see if anyone could hear.
Ryan’s large biceps were pumped and a thin layer of sweat built up over his tan, tight body. “There's nothing to talk about. You gay, no big deal,” Ryan put the barbell back on its rack.
“Look, Ryan, I’m not gay. Those men are pretty big deal in town, and they back me when I open the gym. We have kind of an arrangement,” Cody grew embarrassed.
“An arrangement,” Ryan grew confused.
“I do what I have to,” Cody whispered. “In exchange for their money to keep the gym open I provide them with, let say sexual favors.”
“You mean, you suck their cocks and let them fuck you,” Ryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Look, a couple of the men saw you last night. They want me to offer you a deal,” Cody tried to get the right words without scaring Ryan.
“A deal? I’m no faggot,” Ryan voice rised.
“neither am I,” Cody got defensive. “They want me to hire you and let you stay in the upstairs apartment, in return for that and an extra 1000 dollars a week bonus, you make sure the men are happy and satisfied.”
The $1,000 a week bonus was tempting, but Ryan couldn’t believe he was considering it. Suddenly, however, his cock stirred again in his underwear.
“Does it hurt, you know when they,” Ryan whispered but quickly turned red in embarrassment for asking.
Cody put his large hand on Ryan’s left shoulder, “at first but after you get used to it . . . It feels pretty amazing.”
Ryan couldn’t believe he agreed to the arrangement, but in actuality he had no choice. By the time he got back to his apartment there was an eviction notice on his door.
Ryan started at the gym and moved into the upstairs apartment the next day. For the most part he enjoyed working at the gym. His uniform consisted of a tight blue polo shirt with the gym logo on it and khakis shorts. Cody recommended a jockstrap under the shorts. Ryan spent most of the days cleaning, giving workout advice to the patrons, and flirting with the female clients. The patrons loved him.
Around 6 in the evening, Cody came to Ryan at the front desk and whispered into his ear, “Judge Casto and Mayor Castleridge are in the locker room. They asked for you.”
Ryan’s normal cocky exterior broke as he grew nervous. He didn’t say a word as he gathered up some clean towels and headed into the locker room. He found the two older, overweight men sitting on a bench by the lockers and talking politics. They didn’t even acknowledge him as Ryan stock the towels and remove the dirty ones. He had his back to the two older men when he noticed that they had stopped talking. He could feel their eyes on his ass.
“That’s Cody’s friend, isn’t it,” Ryan heard the mayor ask.
“Yes, he is a beauty isn’t he,” the judge replied.
Ryan turned and found both men standing behind him. They were both taller than the tough former marine. However, if he fights back, they wouldn’t be a match against his hard, thick muscles.
“Look at those muscles on him,” the mayor spoke as if Ryan was just an object in the room.
“Yes, a great set of pecs on him,” the judge chimed in.
Ryan wanted to push the men away and get out of there but his cock was sending another message.
“Looks like he's a little excited,” the mayor laughed as he boldly reached out and cupped Ryan’s large bulge.
Ryan swallowed hard. All of his macho, marine corp bravo was failing him. He was standing like a scared puppy as the two old, fat men groped him.
The judge was the first to address him, “Take off your shirt boy.”
The man’s voice sent shrivels up Ryan’s spin. He got harder in his shorts. He was trained to take orders in the Corp and almost without thinking he grip the bottom of his polo shirt and pulled it over his head.
“Man, look at those tits,” the judge whistled.
Ryan’s pecs were large and heavy, big slabs of meat. Both men moved closer and each man cupped his hands over Ryan pecs, squeezing them hard between their hands. Ryan closed his eyes in humiliation. He wasn’t just humiliated that the men were playing with his chest as if they were female breasts but that his own cock was on the verge of bursting. He was so turned on.
“Damn, he has a bigger rack than my wife,” the mayor laughed.
“More firmer too,” the judge laughed.
Both men lowered their heads toward Ryan’s large nipples and both men took one into their mouths. Ryan’s eraser size pointed nipples were surrounded by wide, brown auronas, perfect for sucking. Ryan let out a loud groan as the men nibbled and sucked in his meaty pecs and nipples. He never realized how sensitive his nipples were. His cock was throbbing and leaking in his jockstrap. On instinct, Ryan lifted his huge arms over his head, displaying his shaved underarms. The men loved it as they licked up his pecs and underarms. As they licked and sucked, the men reached down and pulled down Ryan’s shorts. His cock was pushing against the tight waistband of the jockstrap, demanding to be free. The men then gripped it through the pouch and worked their hands over it. Ryan let out another deep moan. He has never been so turned on. His cock was leaking, soaking through the jockstrap. Finally the two older men pulled their heads away from the swollen nipples. The two men smiled at each other.
“I think straight boy like it,” the judge laughed.
“I think he does,” the mayor replied.
Ryan felt so good and submissive as the judge placed a large hand on the back of his muscular neck and guided the former marine down toward the mayor’s cock. Ryan showed no resistance as he bent forward and then obediently took the mayor’s cock into his mouth. All Ryan could think of was to please the older man. He tried relaxing his throat as he took as much of the cock down his throat, before he had to pull off to breathe. He licked the man’s cock and worked his lips around the large cock head.
“Man, he is a natural,” the mayor moaned.
“You should get a look at that ass,” the judge slapped the muscle bound firm bubble ass.
Ryan moaned over the cock as his plump ass cheeks bounced at the slap. The jockstrap framed the perfectly formed ass. Ryan always had women compliment him on his muscular ass. However, he never realized the power it had over other men. He moaned more over the cock stuffed in his mouth as the judge pushed a finger In between the fat, yet firm ass cheeks and stroked Ryan’s virgin hole.
“Man, he is tight,” the judge moaned.
The judge stroked Ryan’s insides, loosening and stretching his ass. Ryan was breathing heavily as the older man finally pulled his fingers out of his ass, and gripped his masculine hips. Ryan braced himself against the mayor’s legs as the judge pushed his thick, fat cock into the virgin ass. Despite how much it hurt, Ryan’s cock was rock hard. However, as the judge eased out and thrusted back in and the marine’s ass adjusted, he experiencing pure pleasure. Ryan began to push back for more.
2022-02-25 01:38:42 +0000 UTC
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Officer Brandon Raker was so tired as he got home from his 12hour shift, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He didn’t even take off his uniform as he went into his bedroom and fell on the bed. Within minutes he was fast asleep and dreaming. He dreamed about the older man that he pulled over earlier in the day for speeding.
Brandon re-lived how cocky and confident he was when he stepped out of his patrol car. He loved how his uniform showed off his lean muscular physique even with his bulletproof vest hugging his chest.
“Are you aware that you were exceeding the speed limit, sir,” Brandon was firm and in charge as he stood by the driver side window, his hands on his gun belt.
The older man smiled and spoke in a calming, understanding voice as he handed his licenses and registration to Brandon, “I’m afraid you are mistaken Officer, I wasn’t speeding.”
The older man’s fingers brush against the palm of Brandon’s right hand. Brandon remembered the arousing tingling that ran up his tattooed arm.
“I’m, I’m sorry, I was sure. . .,” Brandon grew confused. It was so hard to think.
“That’s ok, Officer Raker,” the older man read Brandon’s name plate under his badge. “You look very tired and stressed,” his fingers continued to stroke Brandon’s hand.
“Yes, sir, I must be tired,” Brandon suddenly felt exhausted. His eyes, then his muscular limbs felt heavy.
“You need a break, Officer. You are so stressed and tired. Why don’t you get into my car and take a short break? Just enough to close your eyes,” the older man’s voice was so relaxing and trusting.
Brandon looked at the name on the license as he handed the Identification back to the driver, “thank you, Mr.Britt. It might help.”
Giles Britt smiled as he watched the muscular, younger man walk around the front of his car. The dark blue uniform fit like a glove over Brandon’s body, especially his round, muscular ass. Brandon works out rigorously and was proud of his body, especially his powerful legs. As he opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, the uniform pants stretched tightly over the muscular, thick thighs.
“Just close your eyes and relax. Breathe in and out. You trust me completely, Officer Raker,” Giles' voice was so relaxing as he put his right hand behind Brandon’s shaved neck, and gently massaged the back of the police officer’s head.
“Feel so relaxed,” Brandon moaned as Giles squeezed and rubbed the thick cords of muscles in his neck.
“That’s it, breathe in and out. Trust me completely and give up all control. Just feel all your stress and worry fade away,” Giles continued to work his hand over the high and tight cut hair.
Brandon let out a low moan of bliss.
“Good boy, now lay your head on my lap, Officer,” Giles guided the police officer’s head down toward his lap.
Brandon was too relaxed to protest and had soon positioned himself so that his face was buried in the older man’s crotch. The stranger’s hard cock pressing against his face through Giles’s pants didn’t phase Brandon at all. Giles moved his left hand to Brandon’s neck and head, while his right hand stroked down the muscular arms and wide back toward Brandon’s large plump ass.
“Brandon, you will feel so good and relax when you obey me without question. In fact the more you obey the more aroused and good you feel,” Giles whispered.
“Yes, feel good to obey,” Brandon moaned. His breath and voice vibrated against the older man’s hardon.
“Good, Officer. I want you to take out my cock and give me a blowjob. It will feel completely normal and right. As you suck on my cock you will grow more and more relaxed and submissive. The more submissive you are to me the more turned on and aroused you become. Understand.”
“Yes, feel so good and submissive sucking your cock,” the normal in charge, dominant alpha cop blissfully moaned.
Still in a daze, Brandon’s strong hands fondled with the older man’s zipper and fished out Giles’s thick, hard cock. Without thinking, Brandon took the cock into his mouth.
“Just relaxed your throat. It tastes and feels so good. That’s a good boy,” Giles stroked Brandon's buzzed cut hair.
The straight police officer did as he was instructed and was soon worshiping the older man’s cock. His masculine handsome face was bobbing over the thick cock. He was so content with no thought or concern in his pretty head. The older man stretched his right arm down and felt up the firm, round buttocks that stretched Brandon’s uniform pants. Giles hummed to himself as he traced his fingers over Brandon’s briefs’ outline.
The sound of the muscular, handsome police officer’s slurping and gagging over his cock and the feel of the hard body under the tight sexy uniform sent Giles over the edge. He gripped Brandon’s head with both hands and held the police officer down as he came deep down Brandon’s throat.
The next thing Brandon remembered was waking from a peaceful nap in his patrol car on the side of the road. The patrol car door was open and so was his uniform pants. His short, but fat cock was standing straight out of his uniform and briefs, and it was covered in his own cum. He should have been disturbed by his state but he had no concern. He cleaned himself up and zipped up his uniform before returning to duty.
When Brandon got home and passed out on his bed, he was so exhausted that he forgot to lock the front door, despite it being his normal routine. Giles had no problem finding Brandon’s house from the address that the younger man willingly gave him before he sent the officer back to his cruiser earlier that day. Giles parked behind the police cruiser and took his time walking up the sidewalk and letting himself into the house. It was a quite older suburban home, as Giles freely looked around. Workout magazines were laying on the coffee table, showing Brandon’s interest in working out. Brandon’s heavy black work boots which he wore on duty were neatly placed at the bottom of the stairs. Everything was organized and neat. Giles then made his way up the stairs to the bedroom. He could hear Brandon’s faint snoring as he got closer to the bedroom. He was pleased as he opened the bedroom door and found Officer Brandon laying face down on the bed. His muscular, uniform covered ass looked so inviting and fuckable facing him. The older man approached the bed and gently touched the police officer’s ass. Brandon let out a low groan in his sleep.
“Ssshh, just relax, baby,” Giles whispered.
Brandon remained sound asleep but spread his right leg, letting it hang off the side of the bed. Giles smiled and then proceeded to look though the utility belt that still adored the police officer’s narrow waist. Brandon didn’t move or respond as his gun was pulled from his holster and laid on the nightstand. Then Giles found Brandon’s duty pocket knife. He gently cut the center seam of the back of uniform pants and the tight pure white briefs. Brandon just groaned as his pants and underwear were ripped open to reveal his flawless muscular ass. Giles spread the meaty, smooth ass cheeks to display Brandon’s tight virgin hole. It was so tempting. Giles leaned in and pressed his mouth between the muscular ass. Brandon groaned and gripped the pillows on the bed.
“Fffuck,” Brandon moaned as he woke.
Giles gripped and slapped the plump ass as he pushed his tongue into the virgin cop hole.
Giles pulled off the ass, “relax Officer, just relax and feel only pleasure.”
Brandon eyes rolled into his head as Giles began to tongue fuck his tight ass. The once masculine, alpha cop was whimpering and writhing in pleasure. When the older man got the cop’s ass primed and loosened, he pulled out of the sweet bubble ass and began to undress. He watched Brandon laying face down before him. The hard muscles in the tight uniform, looking so sexy and dominant. Once he was naked Giles took Brandon’s own police issued handcuffs. Brandon offered no resistance as the older man pulled his tattooed arms behind his back and cuffed them. Brandon could easily fight back but all will to resist was gone. His arms were taunted and bulging. Once he secured his prey, Giles climbed on top of Brandon and mounted the police officers. Brandon let out a deep moan as he was penetrated for the first time.
Brandon was so tight and felt so good around Giles’ cock as he began to thrusted in and out of the muscular ass. The younger man’s moans were deep and masculine even as the older man pounded his virgin prostate over and over, hard and deep. All alone Brandon’s cock was rock hard. It was useless however as it lay trapped in his uniform and pressed against the mattress and his muscular body. He was unable to jerk off with his handcuffs and could only rub his cock against his uniform and the mattress. Giles cock continued to ram in and out of him hard and deep. Tears ran down Brandon’s face as his straight alpha facade was fucked out of him. It didn’t took Giles long to fuck the cum out of him. He came hard in his uniform soaking it. As he came, his ass gripped Giles’ cock milking it like a vice. Giles quickly came deep inside the police officer. However Giles wasn’t done. He then proceeded to cut and ripped the uniform off Brandon.
Giles knew Brandon was off duty for the next three days. Three days to enjoy and mold the beautiful, masculine police officer, plenty of time for Giles to use and dominate the former officer. By the time he was done with Brandon, the younger police officer would be his perfect muscle slut toy.
2022-02-24 02:32:40 +0000 UTC
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Some people are too dumb to think for themselves. They are easily swayed by loud mouth demagogues who actually know less than their followers but because they have a microphone and money the weak minded follows them. Michael was the perfect example of a muscle airhead redneck conservative that needed a real man to do the thinking for him. The 6’4”, 240lbs of blonde muscle stud never was good at thinking for himself. Thinking often got him into trouble. His first mistake was his wife. She was the first and only woman he slept with. They were both from religious families and virgins when they got married. Michael soon was letting her make all the decisions while he focused on working and dreaming of a bodybuilding career.
Michael was at first successful as a fitness model. He has the American golden boy look with his golden tan, blonde, blue eyes and a tall, god-like muscular body that made him popular to look at. Plus he easily followed instructions and didn’t have to think on his own. However, not being bright had its drawbacks, combined with his overinflated ego, ultraconservative, off-mainstream views he quickly became unpopular with many people in the modeling industry. Being dumb, arrogant, and closed minded was a dangerous combination. Not only was he an outspoken Qonon follower but also a loud homophobe. His little mind easily lurched on to all the outrageous conspiracy theories. After failing at modeling, Michael went to work for his father-in-law’s home renovation company.
Michael’s friend Danny, another inspiring model and a regular patient of Dr. Davis Sloan, approached the doctor to help his friend out. Dr. Sloan was very intrigued as he listened while sucking on Dan’s large juicy nipples.
“Michael is too dumb for his own good. ooh,” Dan moaned as Sloan squeezed his left meaty pec while sucking on the right swollen tit.
“He is so wrapped up with that Qonon crap and conspiracy theories, he is ruining friendships and more. You think you can help him? fffuck,” Dan asked as the doctor slid a finger into his tight smooth hole.
The doctor pulled off the muscular model’s right nipple, “invite him over to my house Tuesday evening, tell him I have a job for him.”
“Thank you, sir. mmm,” Dan moaned as the doctor began to finger his tight hole.
Dr. Sloan was impressed when he met Michael on Tuesday evening. Michael was wearing a tight blue shirt and a pair of baggy shorts that showed off his large golden tan arms and thick well-developed calves. The stud had an arrogant, oversized ego, but the doctor could sense it was a facade.
“You want a beer,” the Doctor asked as he checked out Michael’s tall body, and bulging muscles.
“That would be great, sir. It is so cool a white, straight guy like you made it big,” Michael went on to talk about gays that he works for hitting on him. He was completely clueless that the doctor could be gay. “It's so annoying, man, how they think because you have muscles, you want to take it up the ass. My father-in-law said, ``No real man takes it up the ass.” “Can you imagine getting a dick it up there,” Michael went on.
“Here your beer,” the Doctor hopes that it would shut him up soon.
“Thanks, doc,” Michael took the beer and drank it down.
Michael followed the doctor through the huge mansion to the master bedroom and bath. Michael was impressed by the house size, especially the huge bathroom and master bedroom. He tried to take notes but he started to feel frizzy and unfocused. He put his fingers up to the bridge of his nose to focus.
“Everything ok, Michael,” the doctor put his hand on Michael’s left arm.
“Yeah, doc, it's just hard to concentrate. I’m . . .”
“Why don’t you take off your shirt and lay on the bed for a while,” the Doctor stroked Michael’s bulging bicep.
“Why,” Michael asked, confused.
“You trust me, you trust me completely, Mickey,” the doctor continued to stroke his tan arm.
“Yeah, Mickey trust you,” Michael could barely stand as he peeled the shirt over his head and then laid face down on the large, soft bed.
“That’s a good boy,” Dr. Sloan smiled as he watched the big muscle stud laying on his stomach, face down. His large wide back and perfect bubble ass facing him.
The doctor took some of his special cream from his night stand and then crawled between Michael’s spread, thick legs.
“Just relax, you trust me completely,” the doctor whispered as he started to rub the lotion into the mountains of muscles on Michael's back.
“Trust you completely,” Michael moaned.
“Yes, you can only trust me. It feels so good to trust me. It makes you so turn on when you obey and trust,” the Doctor works his hands into the tension, dense muscles.
Michael was soon purring in bliss as his mind became palatable and open. The doctor then took a headset from his nightstand and placed it over the now docile Michael’s head and activated the subliminal messages. While Michael’s mind got rewritten, Dr. Sloan moved down and began to stroke the massive calves muscles. They were thick and well developed. The doctor couldn’t wait until he get them on his shoulders while fucking Michael. He moved his hand further up the thick legs to the baggy shorts. Michael offered no resistance and even lifted his waist off the bed to help the doctor to pull his shorts off. Michael was wearing a pair of tight white compression shorts that looked painted on to his tight, round ass.
Meanwhile as Michael laid on the bed, his mind was spinning. Thanks to the doctor’s voice over the headset, he realized everything he believed was a lie. It was so hard to think to the point that his mind hurts. He began to hate thinking. However, he knew he could only trust the doctor. The doctor was smart and knows what is best for him. He had to trusts the doctor.
“Mickey, are you gay,” the doctor whispered in Michael’s ear as he reached between the thick thighs and stroked Michael’s trapped balls.
Michael paused, and in a low, boyish voice, “yes. But my daddy told me that tough men don’t take it up the ass. I want to be a real man. I spend all my time at the gym trying to be a man and not a fag. I got big and dumb to make daddy proud.”
The doctor stroked his hand up over the tight compression underwear while teasing Michael’s hole through the thin material, “but you want to get fucked don’t you? You want to be submissive and be dominated, don’t you.”
“Yes, sir,” Michael whispered.
“Very good, boy,” the doctor raised his hand and brought it down hard on Michael’s bubble ass.
Michael cried out as he kicked out his legs. The doctor brought his hand down again on the other cheek. As Sloan spanked him, Michael grew rock hard. His cock was trapped under him in the tight compression shorts.
“Please,” Michael cried. Then another slap on his muscular ass. “Please, fuck me.”
“Good boy,” the doctor stopped spanking the tall muscle stud and pulled the big man onto his feet.
Despite Michael’s height and size, the outline of his hard cock in the tights was insufficient. 4inch hard. He was a natural born bottom. The doctor knew what the stud needed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his much larger, rock hard cock. Michael then obediently knelt before his new master.
Dr. Sloan stroked Michael’s short blonde hair, “just relax your throat.”
Michael looked up at the doctor as he opened his mouth and took the cock down his throat. He obediently worked his mouth over the thick cock as the doctor grabbed his head and began fucking his face. Michael began hungrily sucked on the cock as he grabbed hold of the doctor’s legs for support. All that matter to the once dumb arrogant stud was to pleasure the older man. The doctor was surprised how good Michael was at sucking cock, he was a natural born cocksucker. He decided to reward Michael by tightening his grip on his head and pushing deeper into the tight throat. Michael’s nose was smashed against the older man’s crotch. Dr. Sloan came down Michael’s throat. In return Michael swallowed it all, and quickly followed, cumming in his underwear.
Hours later, Mickey was all smiles as he came out of the bathroom in only a towel around his chisel waist. He stood before the doctor and opened his towel and let it fall to the ground. He looked so proud of himself as he stood in front of the other man. Mickey had shaved his entire body all by himself. His hard, thick muscles were completely smooth from his thick neck down to his feet. Michael even locked up his own useless cock in a cockcage.
“That’s a good boy. Now turn around,” the Doctor sat back in his chair.
Mickey smiled bigger at the complement and turned around to show off his wide back and tight bubble ass.
“Good boy, now bend over and show me your boypussy,” the doctor ordered.
“My boypussy,” the 6 '4 bodybuilder giggled as he bent over and reached around his hands to grab his plump ass cheeks to spread them.
“Boypussy,” the mindless stud giggles as he wriggles his ass.
Michael’s hole was as smooth as the rest of him. Dr Sloan stood up and walked around his new play tight. He reached down and stroked the freshly shaved and cleaned hole, causing Mickey to cooed.
“Please fuck me daddy,” Mickey.
Dr. Sloan got up from his chair and walked up behind his newest slave. Mickey hole was lubed and ready, as the doctor aimed his cock at the boypussy and pushed into him. Mickey felt only blissfully pleasure as he was penetrated.
“Feel so good,” Mickey cried out as the doctor pulled out and thrusted back in.
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