The pick up Malcolm was standing by the bar in the nightclu..

The pick up Malcolm was standing by the bar in the nightclub ordering drinks for himself and the sexy brunette he was trying to pick up, when a short, middle aged man came up beside him. The 6’4 muscular younger man tried to ignore the man who was obviously staring at him. When the bartender bought him the drinks, the shirtless bartender told him that the drinks were already paid for, and nodded toward the older man. Malcolm shot the stranger an unapproving look but accepted the drinks anyway. When Malcolm picked up the drinks and was about to turn, the man caressed his bare thick, veiny forearm. “You can do better than that slut,” the older man said as he looked Malcolm up and down. “Get your fucking hands off me, faggot! I’m not into dudes,” Malcolm was furious. He wanted to punch the man, but he held his tempter. When he told the woman he was trying to pick up what happened, she laughed, “I don’t blame him. At least he has taste.” Malcolm found himself laughing. She was right, he thought. He couldn’t even remember her name. Malcolm know he looks fucking hot. His black Father and Son black sateen pants hugged his powerful legs and well developed ass, while the Tailor Athletic black t-shirt was stretched over his massive chest and boulder size shoulders, and the short sleeves were tight around his 20” arms. Malcolm looked back and saw the man still at the bar, staring at him. He tried to ignore the man again, but he was drawn to look back toward him and everytime he did so the man was still watching. The older man stood out like a sore thumb among the younger fit college crowd, with his dark business suit and grey balding head and soft body. Even as the brunette was rubbing his huge arms and large pecs and they began to kiss, Malcolm found himself looking sideways at the stranger. The next morning, Malcolm woke up to something thick poking his ass. When he opened his eyes he found another man’s hairy arm draped over his muscular torso as he was being spooned from behind. The man’s arm was smaller than his own but he was holding Malcolm tight against his smaller and softer body. Malcolm felt the pressure against his hole as the stranger’s cock eased slowly in and out of him. The straight, younger man should felt anger at awaking to find himself getting fucked by another man. Instead, Malcolm felt so relaxed and good. The man’s tight embrace felt so comforting and the thickness of the man’s cock pressing against his prostate felt like pure pleasure. Malcolm’s cock was rock hard as he found himself pushing his hips backwards, impaling himself on the thick cock. Malcolm had no idea where he was or how he got there but he had no care or concern. It was obvious from the mess on the sheets and his chisel cobblestone abs and massive thighs, that the stranger had fucked him several times during the night and Malcolm had multiple orgasms. The stranger began to kiss and nibble on his thick neck while picking up his pace in fucking Malcolm’s ass. Malcolm leaned his head back against the older man’s smaller shoulders and groaned. The thick cock felt so good as it slammed in and out of him. “You are so beautiful,” the man whispered as he thrusted in and out of Malcolm’s hole. “You are built to take it hard. You love getting that sexy body fucked and used by another man?” “Fffuck, yeah. I love it,” Malcolm grunted. “So sexy and smooth, perfect sculpted muscles,” the man wrapped his arms tighter around Malcolm’s chisel body, feeling up the smooth large pecs and down to the sculpted abs and deep v cut that led to the muscle stud’s proud cock. “Yes,” Malcolm breathed harder. The man’s right hand then reached Malcolm’s hard, throbbing cock and wrapped a fist around it. It only took a couple of tugs on it before the tough, straight stud started whimpering. With no control on his body anymore, Malcolm started to cum again. The cum landed on the thin, satin sheets and ran down the stranger’s hand. As he came, he tightened his ass muscles around the man’s cock and began to milk it. The stranger in return let out a deep groan and buried his head into Malcolm’s shoulders as he once again came deep inside the muscular younger man’s hole. Malcolm fell back to sleep in the older man’s arms. Malcolm awoke again an hour later. The man still had his arms wrapped around his torso as he lightly snored against Malcolm’s wide back. Carefully, so as to not to disturb the stranger, Malcolm eased the man’s arms off his chest and quietly got out of the bed. As he stood on his long legs, Malcolm noticed his clothes were laying on the floor from the bedroom door to the bed, with his white CK briefs laying just by the bed. The briefs were ripped as if they were pulled off in a struggle or in the heat of passion. A part of Malcolm’s mind was screaming at him to get out of there, to run, however, something else inside him told him to stay. Malcolm groaned as he took a step toward the bathroom. His large, strong muscles were sore as if he had been run over by a truck. Then he felt the wettest leaking from his ass and instantly knew it was the man’s cum leaking from his ruined hole. He didn’t bother putting on any clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. When he stood by the sink, he just stared at his reflection in the mirror. His chisel abs were coated with his own dry cum. His proud cock was laying deflated and covered in cum between his thick, smooth thighs. He knew he had came so many times last night. The most he ever came in one night in his entire life. As he remembered the endless fucking, his cock started to stir once again, making him feel humiliated that he was getting aroused by remembering getting fucked like a gay slut. He grabbed a towel to wipe off the cum on his abs and then wrapped it around him to hide his aroused cock. Malcolm then looked at himself in the mirror again. The same handsome face, the chisel jawline, green piercing eyes, rugged god-like features stared back at him. Does he look different? Could anyone tell that he been fucked like a bitch? Was he still the macho lady’s man that fucked a different woman every week? His mind raced. Why was he still in some stranger’s bedroom? Why wasn’t he running away? Did he enjoy it? No way the man could had made him cum so much, if he didn’t enjoyed getting fucked like a slut. The confident, arrogant jock was confused. He no longer knew who he was. “Morning, babe,” the man came up behind. “Morning,” Malcolm whispered and lowered his eyes. He felt humiliated and submissive for the first time in his adult life. The towel hung low on his narrow waist, revealing the top half of his perfect muscular ass. The stranger once again pressed his cock against the exquisite bubble ass. The older man reached around and undid Malcolm’s towel. Malcolm didn’t move as the towel fell to his feet, exposing his raging hard on. He continued to stare into the mirror watching the stranger’s reflection as the man wrapped his hands around Malcolm’s torso. Malcolm looked like a statue of a Greek or Roman god standing there. His body was smooth and sculpted like a work of art, while the older man’s hands explored and worshiped his body. However, he knew the man didn’t consider him a god to worship but an object to possess and cherish. With a hand on Malcolm’s shredded back, a gentle push from the stranger instructed Malcolm to lean forward. The once cocky stud obediently leaned slightly forward and gripped the bathroom sink. Malcolm was breathing heavier as the stranger grabbed his masculine waist and aimed his cock between the smooth, muscular ass cheeks. His anal muscles relaxed on their own as the cock eased into him. Once back inside Malcolm, the stranger grabbed Malcolm’s huge shoulders and rammed in and out of him. Malcolm hated and loved it at the same time. His eyes rolled into his head as he felt the cock pound his prostate over and over. Malcolm realized at that moment there was no turning back. He now belongs to the man. He nothing but a fuck toy for men, like the stranger, to use and fuck.