Target seem like an unlikely place for a Procuror to scout f..

Target seem like an unlikely place for a Procuror to scout for potential slaves, but one can be quite surprise by the amount of hunks that are available there. As soon as the Procuror spotted the muscular stud in the sleeveless green shirt and jeans he knew he would be a hot fuck. The man screams military or law enforcement. He was hypermasculine, confident, incharge, with a stern serious look on his trimmed beard and mustache lined rugged handsome face. His muscles were huge, muscles on top of muscles. His exposed delts were the size of cannon balls and his thick arms were as large as his head. The massive pecs stretched his shirt. As he moved his arms the shirt would give a teasing peek of his firm nipples. As the procuror discreetly followed his prey through the store and out into the parking lot, he admired the muscular ass as it flexed while he moved, pushing the shopping cart in front of him. Even through the jeans it was obvious that the prey paid a lot of attention to working out on his legs. He had an air of masculine confidence as he went through the self check line and walked to his large black Ram truck. However, such confidence was the downfall of many men like this prey. Younger men like him falsely think they are invulnerable. They are overconfident, think they can handle any situation, no one dares mess with them and if they do they can fight for themselves. Such masculine alpha mindset ends up being their downfall. The Procuror was certain that the younger man had noticed him following but the stud believed the older, smaller man was no threat to him. The older man stood back just enough as the prey reached his oversized truck. Even the stud’s truck was big and masculine, just like its owner. The stud opened the truck’s driver side door and began to load the items he brought into the vehicle. He then turned his head and through the sunglasses noticed the Procuror. “Accuse me, did you drop this,” the Procuror approached the stud with a laser pointer type device. “No, not mind,” the stud replied as he looked at the device. The prey’s voice was so masculine that it got the Procuror so hard. The light from the pen hit the unsuspecting stud’s eyes. The sunglasses offered no resistance as the spiraling pattern of light washed over him. “I’m . . .” The stud’s masculine deep voice sounded dull and distant. He didn’t move as the Procuror stepped closer. The Procuror boldly reached out and pulled the shirt aside to expose the stud’s firm, pointed nipples. His nipples were erect, pointing from the smooth large slabs of beef. With the door of the truck blocking any view the Procuror pressed closer to his prey. He took a whiff of the younger man’s cologne as he reached around the helpless stud. “You smell very nice,” Procuror whispered into the stud’s ear and kissed the side of the masculine prey’s cheek. The Procuror loved teasing his prey. He knew in their real lives they would had been embarrassed and even humiliated. The older man gave the muscular ass a squeeze while pulling his wallet out of his back pants pocket. The younger man just stood there. His eyes and mind were blank. The Procuror flipped through the wallet and was pleased to find out a military Id. He was always successful in guessing the occupation of his prey. “Hmmm, Lt Dalton, ohh, marine corp special forces,” the Procuror tossed the wallet into a truck. “Now marine, turn around.” Dalton swayed on his muscular legs as his body obeyed. He still couldn’t think or consciously know what he was doing. The marine’s back was wide as the Procuror placed his hand on the middle of the back and pushed the more muscular, younger man face down on the truck’s driver seat. Then the Procuror leaned close, pressing his crotch against the marine’s tight ass. He lifted his prey shirt and ran his hands up the smooth, chisel back. “Oh, you are a beauty,” the Procuror whispered as he felt the layered, flawless back muscles. The Procuror was so horny. Looking around to make sure no one still can see them, the Procuror leaned over the broad back as he reached under the marine to undo the jeans. Once the belt and jeans were unbuckled and unzipped, the older man tugged the jeans and white cotton briefs over the Marine’s ass. He made sure that the marine’s cock was still trapped in the briefs and jeans, and only the exquisite ass was exposed. The muscular ass was truly flawless, two perfectly shaped, smooth glutes. Huge, thick cords of muscles ran up over the powerful legs and down the V-shaped lower back forming the powerful ass cheeks. The Procuror spread the firm cheeks with his hands and revealed the lightly hair lined hole. “Beautiful,” the Procuror whispered as he then unzipped his own pants. His hard, throbbing cock popped out, slapping the marine on the ass. The Procuror then pulled a tube from his jacket pocket and placed the tube of lube against the marine’s hole. “This is going to make it a lot more enjoyable for you,” the older man whispered. The marine let out a low grunt. The Procuror squeezed a generous amount of lube into the virgin man hole. As the cool feeling gel seeped into his tight anal canal, the helpless marine’s senses came arrive. The Procuror then pulled out a ball gag from another pocket. “We can’t have you moaning too loud and drawing attention,” the Procuror whispered as he pushed the gag into Dalton’s mouth and secured it behind the marine’s head. Right outside in the parking lot, the Procuror began to push a finger in and out of the marine’s tight hole, working the special lube into his tight insides. The marine’s eyes expanded but he wasn’t able to move his huge muscles or moan. The lube was relaxing his anal muscles while at the same time firing up all of his nerve endings around and inside his virgin manpussy. The marine’s hole offered no resistance as the Procuror pushed in a second finger. “That a good boy,” the older man whispered. The Procuror looked around to see if any one was near. While finger fucking the marine with one hand, he was stroking his hard, thick cock with the other. After making sure the coast was clear, the Procuror pulled his fingers from his prey’s ass and gripped the marine’s tight, narrow waist. With a low grunt, the older man slid into the marine’s manpussy. Dalton’s eyes rolled back into his head as the thick cock stretched him open. Tears ran down his trimmed beard. He was humiliated by his useless muscles and how good it felt feeling another man’s cock plowing into him. The Procuror was slowly moving in and out, with long deep thrusts. Each time, ramming the marine’s prostate. Even with the special lube, Dalton was nice and tight, and felt like heaven around the older man’s cock. “Yes, you are going to be a very popular bitch,” the Procuror thought to himself. Dalton's mind was spinning. He couldn’t control himself. The body he had spent so many years building and honing into a fighting machine was betraying him. His fat cock was rock hard, trapped in his briefs. The Procuror’s cock was all the way inside him, as his balls were slapping against his own. Only feet away, a happy family was walking across the parking lot toward their car, when Dalton couldn’t take it anymore. Without making a sound or touching him, Dalton shot his load in waves, filling his briefs, causing a mess. The Procuror smiled in triumphant as he felt the straight stud coming under him. However, he continued to fuck Dalton while watching the father of the family loading the car a few feet from them. The father was masculine and athletic, like the current prey the Procuror was fucking right in front of them. The husband was clean shaven, and tall, and from where the Procuror was standing he could sense the air of cockiness and masculinity of the man. The Procuror continued to move in and out of the exhausted marine as he watched the newcomer lifting the bags and loading the car. The khakis shorts comfortablely hugged the man’s well developed ass and showed off the muscular, slightly hairy legs. The younger man turned and noticed the older man by the truck door. The Procuror waved to the man as he came inside Dalton’s abused ass. The younger father had no idea that the stranger was fucking a hot marine right there behind the truck door. The Procuror waited as the husband, wife and kids got into the car and left, before he pulled out of the exhausted, mind fucked marine. The marine’s huge muscles were still useless, as the Procuror pushed him into the passenger side of the truck. He then climbed in after the marine and started the truck. As he drove off, he pulled the passed out marine’s head onto his lap. His cum still oozing from his cock head dripping into the marine’s mouth and neatly trim beard.