The years after the second great American civil war much of the United States and the world have been left scorched. From the ruins a group of homosexual warlords emerged to gain control of what was left of civilization and formed the Gay Council and the New Order. In the areas under the New Order’s control there was a consistent need for straight men as laborers, breeders, and even sex slaves. Bands of marauders roamed the deserts of the American mid-west looking for fresh meat for the lucrative slave markets for the vast plantations of the new ruling gay elite.
Max drove across the vast waste lands in his old modified police cruiser. The heat was unbearable as sweat ran down his muscular half nude body. The AC in the old police car had long since died. The only air was the hot wind blowing through the broken out windows of the vehicle. It blew through Max's blonde mohawk. The roar of the car engine was deafening as he sped down the long deserted road. He was almost naked, except for the tattered pair of briefs he wore and his police boots. Clothes were a luxury. Only the rich could afford fabric and material. Most of Max’s clothes he originally owned and those he later stole, had long become rags.
Max was a police officer and happily married with a kid before the civil war destroyed everything that both sides calmed to love. He barely escaped the massacre of Denver in the final days of the war, however, his wife and daughter weren't fortunate. Maybe they were the fortunate ones, Max often thought as he drove across the baron wasteland.
Skull sits upon his “throne” high on top of his massive truck, looking out onto the vast desert that stretched out before him. His marauders were on the hunt for more slaves to sell to the nearest gay warlord in the area. However, fit slaves were growing harder to come by. Skull was fat and disgusting, with his long unruly hair and the breathing mask he was made to wear due to the frequent sandstorms that made his already weak lungs unable to breathe. On top of the converted semi truck, at his feet, was Skull’s second in command. The 6’7 bodybuilder, known as Dog, was deep throating Skull’s cock. Dog’s body was hairless from the top of his head to his feet, except for the tall spiked Mohawk that stood 11” from his shaved head and fell to his massive shoulder. Skull pressed his booted foot against Dog’s leather jockstrap pouch, causing the more muscular man to grunt. Dog’s pale, smooth body was decorated with racist tattoos from the pre-second civil war era. Skull mused how much Dog hated him when he first captured the redneck Republican fighter. Skull was originally going to sale the impressive muscle stud to a client of his who sit on the Gay Council. However, he enjoyed using Dog so much that he decided to keep him for himself. Skull brutally broke him and made him into the perfect submissive slave. Everyone else in the marauding gang grew to fear Dog as much as they fear Skull.
Skull looked through his binoculars, while Dog sucked and gagged on his cock. He looked out onto the dry out river bed of what was once the Mississippi River. A cloud of dust rose up into the air as a vehicle with old police markings sped through the barren landscape. Skull leaned forward and adjusted binoculars to get a better look. He could make out the blonde hair and broad muscular shoulders of the driver. He knew blond males were very popular on the slave block. Skull kicked Dog off his cock and shouted.
Dog jumped from the massive truck and landed on his biker boot covered feet. He pulled on a black football shoulder pads over his head, a trophy from the gang’s raid on a university's dormitory turned into a sanctuary for its former students. He quickly saddled his large Harley Davidson chopper and kicked it started. Other men of the gang jumped into action as the massive truck roared to life.
Max heard the marauders before he saw them in the rear view mirror. The trained police officer looked back at the massive truck rumbling toward him with two dozen motorcycles, dune buggies, and four wheelers surrounding it, racing toward him. He floored the gas and the modified police cruiser rocketed across the desert plain. The speed of the old beat up cruiser surprised the marauders at first. However, they quickly caught up to him. The old police cruiser had many tricks up its tailpipe. Max presses a button on the armrest console. The back trunk hood then flew off the police cruiser revealing a harpoon gun. Max then pressed a button on his steering wheel firing the harpoon.
Dog swerved in time for the spear to miss him. Instead the spear hit and flipped one of the four wheelers into the air. However, the giant truck continued to gain speed on Max. Max tried to out race the swarm of bikes and four wheelers but there were too many of them and he quickly was running out of room. He was able to take out several more of the marauders before Dog shot his rifle at the police cruisers wheels, causing the car to swerve and crash into the rocks of dry out river bed.
(Should I continue?)
2021-08-04 02:02:14 +0000 UTC
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“The fag is so pathetic,” Clint mused to himself at the little, middle aged man wore a face mask, which Clint presumed was because of the COVID scare. Arthur's hands were trembling nervously as he placed the lighted match to the cigar Clint had between his lips. Clint smirked and thought to himself, “what a fag”. Clint likes using men like that. He teases them with his hard working class body, taking what he wants. Despite his promises, when it came to touching him or sex, he would make it clear that he was for only to look at, no touching.
Clint sat in the bay window seat of Arthur’s expensive brownstone townhouse. He was working outside shirtless and sweaty when Clint saw the older man staring at him from that very window. Knowing Arthur was rich, Clint flirted with the older man. Somewhere or way, Clint told Arthur he likes cigars. Arthur was nervous when he invited the smooth body muscle stud into his house. As Clint sat on the window seat he began to puff on the long, thick cigar. The cigar was probably worth a couple hundred dollars, Clint thought to himself as Arthur obediently lit it for him. The cigar definitely was the best Clint ever smoked. The taste of the cigar and the smell of smoke, as it floated over his head, was sweet and rich. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the rich aroma of the cigar. The smoke circled his head as he relaxed and continued to puff. In doing so he couldn’t help from inhaling the smoke.
“How do you like it,” the older man asked as he stood in front of the tough workman.
“Good,” Clint answered in a relaxed, calm voice.
Arthur was so nervous at the beginning when he invited Clint into his house and up to his study on the second floor. Arthur knew about Clint. Several of his friends fell prey to the sexy landscaper. He had planned for several months for this moment and was so nervous that something would go wrong. However, seeing the blissful look on the ruggedly handsome face, Arthur grew more confident, and moved closer between the straight stud’s jean covered thighs. “How do you feel?”
“Gggood, feel sooo relaxed. And horny,” Clint replied without opening his eyes.
“Good,” Arthur Whispered as he boldly touched Clint’s bare shoulders.
Clint's only response was a deep muffled moan. He would have normally broken the man’s arm for trying to touch him. Arthur knew his reputation for violence. However, boldened Arthur continued to freely run his hand over Clint’s hard muscular body, tracing the thick pumped veins and massive, smooth muscles.
“My touch is making you feel so turned on and horny. You love it when I feel up your body. Make you feel so hot and sexy.”
“Fffuck, yeah. So hot and sexy,” Clint groaned.
Arthur moved his hand down the smooth, chisel abs, tracing the deep cobblestone cuts, “you will do anything to have me to keep feeling you up. You will even become submissive to me.”
Clint’s mind was cloudy from the smoke he was inhaling, “submissive to you?”
“Yes, the more submissive you are the more turned on and hornier you become. It feels so good to be obedient and submissive to me.”
“More hornier, more submissive,” the cocky tough stud groaned back.
Arthur boldly reached out and rubbed Clint’s jean covered crotch. Clint moaned at Arthur’s touch. The straight stud even started to push his crotch against the older man’s cock as a wet spot started to form on the jeans. While looking his new mind zonked slave in the face, Arthur undid the bottoms on Clint’s pants. Clint found himself obediently lifting his hips as Arthur pulled the jeans down. Clint’s white briefs were soaked with precum.
“You are so sexy,” Arthur whispered as he ran his hands up Clint’s strong muscular legs.
“Sexy,” Clint moaned again.
His mind was being completely rewritten as his cock was throbbing and leaking, wanting to be freed.
“I want to fuck you and you are going to enjoy,” the once nervous, timid Arthur whispered.
“Fuck me, please,” Clint moaned in response. His entire alpha personality was gone, buried under the mind numbing smoke.
Arthur’s face mask had a filter sewn into the fabric that blocked out the effects of the cigar smoke. He had searched the world for the special cigars. Its special mind control qualities were in high demand by masters like Arthur. The strongest men, both physically and mentally, are unable to resist its effect. In addition, the adjustment to one mind while under the smoke’s effects are permanent. Arthur gripped the waistband of Clint’s briefs and pulled them off. Clint’s cock popped free and slapped against his chisel lower abs. Arthur then undid his own pants and pulled out his hard, thick cock. Clint was like a horny slut as he wrapped his legs around the fatter man’s waist. Arthur leaned in and pulled the cigar from Clint’s mouth. Clint briefly opened his eyes, however his mind was already blissfully gone. Arthur removed his face mask, and puffed on the cigar before blowing the smoke into Clint’s face. Clint inhaled even more of the powerful drug into his system. His eyes rolled up into his head. After putting out the cigar, Arthur then aimed his thick cock head at Clint’s tight hole. The feeling of the large mushroom head poking his virgin hole caused Clint to slide down further to give the man more access to his muscle pussy. Arthur leaned forward and kissed the straight, homophobic stud on his muscular, vascular neck. Clint groaned as Arthur kissed and licked the thick veiny neck from his smallish ear to his mountainous trapezoids.
“O, fffuck!” Clint gripped the smaller man’s shoulders and wrapped his strong legs around Arthur as Arthur’s cock penetrated him.
Arthur nibbled on Clint’s left, cute small ear, “relax, baby. You love being my bitch.”
Clint grunted as he began to ride the thick cock as it moved in and out of his hole. Sweat started to run down Clint’s muscular body. He could only feel pleasure as he was scratched open. Gone was the straight cocky stud he once was. He threw his head back and moaned while Arthur continued to kiss, lick and bite his way down his muscular neck as he thrusted hard in and out of Clint’s manpussy.
Arthur was loving every minute of it. He had lusted over the straight stud for a year. Now Clint was his obedient bitch. Arthur thrusted hard and deep into the former alpha stud. Clint’s hard cock was pressed between his rock hard abs and Arthur’s softer belly. Arthur controls every part of Clint’s perfect body and mind. He licked back up Clint’s long, muscular neck and to his ear.
“Cum now, cum for me,” Arthur whispered.
Clint groaned loudly. He never felt so much pleasure as he did now after giving up control. Wave after wave filled him as he started to cum. Shooting his load onto his stomach. As Clint came, his incredible ass muscles cramped down on Arthur’s cock and began to milk it. He quickly followed and came deep inside his new slave. When Arthur finally came down from his post orgasm high, he willed himself to pull out of Clint’s ruined hole. He then knocked off Clint’s cap. The old Clint would have acted violently at the move. However, Clint just stared submissively at his new master. Empowered, Arthur grabbed Clint’s hair and pulled him down onto his knees.
“Lick my cock clean,” Arthur ordered.
Without any protest, the once tough, cocky straight stud obediently started to lick the cock that had dominated and broke him. Arthur felt the muscle layered shoulders. Clint’s straight, inexperienced mouth caused Arthur to grow hard once again. He gripped the tough arrogant stud’s head and began to fuck Clint’s mouth. Clint gagged on the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat. The thick veins in his neck bulged and expanded as he struggled to breathe. Yet Clint’s eyes stared up at him with a new sense of devotion and obedience.
2021-08-03 00:58:58 +0000 UTC
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Fighters to slaves
“Yo, I have to get going for work,” Brandon stopped the sparring match with Alex.
Both younger men were out of breath and sweating as they stopped.
“That’s cool, man. See you tomorrow,” Alex responded, breathing heavily.
“Yeah, that would be good. I’m going to shower at home, have to change there,” Brandon fist bumped his fellow Mixed Martial Arts fighter and picked up his gym bag. He threw the bag strap over his muscular shoulders and left the gym.
Alex remained on the mat practicing his stanance and jabs. It was hot in the hard core fighters gym and he was sweaty heavily. His long sleeve compression shirt and tight grey compression shorts were soaked. His cup was clearly visible through the skin tight shorts. Alex walked across the mat barefooted and picked up the water bottle that was left for him by the gym manager. He opened the bottle and gulped down the cold, refreshing water. After he finished off the water, he walked back to the center of the mat and continued to practice his foot work and punches. Then suddenly Alex collapsed on to the floor. He was unable to move his tight athletic body. As he laid on the mat floor, the gym owner approached him. The older man smiled down at his latest victim. He took his right shoe and rubbed Alex’s cup covered crotch.
“You are definitely a pretty thing. No wonder there are so many requests for you,” the owner continued to rub his hand over Alex’s cup.
Alex could only grunt in response. Although he couldn’t move his muscles, there was one muscle that moved, but he had no control of it. His cock grew hard in the restrictive cup from the attention from the older man’s foot.
The older man knelt between the thick powerful legs and ran his hand up the smooth thighs. “Now, let's get those shorts off,” he reached up to the waistband of the compression shorts and pulled them down.
Alex grunted as his hips were lifted and the shorts were pulled over his cup and round bubble ass. When the man got the compression shorts off the muscular legs, he then dropped the legs.
The man then leaned over and kissed Alex on the lips. His tongue pushed the helpless stud’s mouth open and probed into Alex’s mouth. Tears welled in Alex’s eyes. He felt disgusted but helpless.
The man pulled away from Alex’s mouth and whispered into his ear, “I'll be right back. I will have a surprise for you.”
He kissed Alex’s right cheek and got up. Alex tried to move his muscles while the man was gone, but it was useless. A few minutes later, the gym owner returned. Over his shoulders was the naked body of Brandon. While Brandon dangled over his shoulders, man ran his hands freely up the thick cords of Brandon’s hamstrings and up over his plump smooth ass. The gym owner was smiling at Alex as he pushed a finger into the Italian fighter’s hole. The man finally laid Brandon down beside Alex on the mat. Brandon’s cut cock was rock hard, and standing straight up. It was then Alex saw the strange visor over Brandon’s eyes. He had no idea that the visor over his eyes was bombarding his friend’s mind with subliminal messages and images of muscular younger men like them getting fucked and used. Brandon groaned and Alex watched out of the corner of his eyes as cum poured from the straight alpha fighter’s cock.
“Let's get you hooked, my new clients will be expecting you two to perform this evening,” the gym owner took a bag off his shoulder and took out a visor like the one Brandon wore over his eyes.
Alex tried to close his eyes but he couldn’t even move them as well. Suddenly images of younger, smooth, tight men were naked and getting fucked by older men. The images and words flashed before his eyes.
“Obey”
“Submit”
“Pleasure”
“Serving”
“Pleasing”
Alex could make out some of the guys from the gym. He saw Connor, Seth, Daniel, getting fucked and used. He watched as those tough fighters cum without touching themselves as they took cocks up their perfect meaty asses. Alex groaned. The cup was so tight around his hard throbbing cock. He found himself relieved when the man bent down and removed his jockstrap and cup. His 8” cock jumped to attention and started leaking large amounts of precum. “Must submit, must obey, pleasure is to obey, obeying is pleasure, pleasure is to please other men.” Over and over his mind was bombarded and he grew more and more aroused.
“That's it, cum for me,” the man whispered.
Finally able to move, Alex arched his back, lifting his tight muscular ass off the mat. He moaned loud as he cum into the air. He came over and over. The cum erupted from his pulsating cock through the air, landing over his body, face and the mat. Although he was able to move now, he was completely under the man’s control. It was as if his shot out his straight alpha life and free will as he came.
2021-07-31 01:57:54 +0000 UTC
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Seth was pounding away at the heavy bag in frustration and anger. “How dare the old pervert come on to me. I’m no disgusting fag,” Seth mumbled to himself as he kicked the bag hard with his bare foot and quickly slammed his fist into it. He skillfully delivered blow after blow to the bag while working up a sweat. He was a trained MMA fighter and pride himself on being all man. So when the old man in the locker room of the gym made a sexual comment about how nice his ass looks in the tight compression shorts and gave the muscular plump ass a squeeze, Seth went off on him. “Get your fucking hands off me faggot,” he yelled as he pushed the man away. The man landed on the floor and Seth stood over him, fist pulled back ready to deliver a powerful blow to the man’s face. “If I ever see you again, faggot, I will kill you, understanding.” Instead of seeing fear in the man’s eyes as he intended, the man smirked. This angered Seth more, he pulled his fist back further. However, sense came to Seth, he couldn’t afford another incident. He was lucky to end up with only anger management counseling for the last incident. “ You aren’t worth it,” Seth got up and left the man laying on the locker room floor. Instead of taking his anger out on the old gay man, he took it out on the punching bag. He wore only his compression shorts that hugged his plump ass, thick thighs and large impressive cock, and a tight jockstrap under them. He only stopped punching the bag briefly to drink from his water bottle and returned to pounding the bag.
Ever since the MMA training gym was sold, the new owner has been letting in every weekend warrior and gays that lust after athletes like Seth.
Suddenly as Seth delivered a powerful kick to the bag, he felt dizzy. His head began to spin as he tried to swing his fist at the bag but missed. He then fell forward, grabbing the bag for support as he landed on his knees. Seth laid on the mat floor unable to move. He heard the door to the practice room open and closed and footsteps approaching, but Seth was unable to call for help. He then heard the man’s laugh and knew instantly that it was the old man from the locker room.
“You look so good and sexy laying there,” the man laughed and used his foot to kick Seth’s legs apart.
Seth could only grunt in response. The man reached down and grabbed the waistband of his compression shorts and pulled Seth up onto his knees. Seth’s upper body was still face down on the mat but his sexy bubble ass was in the air facing the man.
The stranger then delivered a hard slap on Seth's right ass cheek, and then the left cheek, causing the tough fighter to grunt in protest. The man continued to spank each hard ass cheek, “you been a very nasty boy, Seth,”
Tears began to run from the helpless stud’s face as he was spanked over and over. The powerful muscles he was so proud of were useless.
“Now, let's get those shorts off you, boy,” the man stopped spanking Seth and grabbed the waistband. As he pulled the spandex shorts over Seth’s bubble ass, they began to rip. Seth's ass was flawless and smooth as it was exposed to the older man. The sweaty jockstrap framed the perfect bubble ass nicely. Where the straps joined the pouch, Seth’s tight little manpussy was peeking between the plump ass cheeks.
The old man then squatted behind Seth and pushed a finger into the younger man’s tight hole. Seth grunted as his ass was helpless to keep the man out and his face was pressed against the mat floor. The man freely moved his finger in and out of the fighter’s tight hole as he began to stroke his insides.
“You MMA fighters are so sexy with your compacted, shredded bodies and overinflated egos. I've been enjoying your friends since I bought this gym,” the older man then unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. “Don’t worry about the drug, it's mostly for your own protection. Once your body and ego adjust to your new status, you won't need it. You will be just like the other tough boys I broke in.”
The new gym owner leaned over Seth’s body and wrapped his arms around the tight, muscular torso. Seth felt humiliated as he felt the man’s cock pressing against his ass. The older man then lifted Seth’s short but compacted body up onto his useless feet and leaned the helpless stud against the heavy bag. Seth felt like a rag doll as he leaned against the punching bag that only minutes ago he was almost destroying with his powerful fist and legs. The man then wrapped Seth’s arms around the bag and used his only shorts to secure his wrists together. The man stepped back and admired the helpless, secured jock before him. The slight of Seth’s pert, tight ass facing him, with the jockstrap framing the firm round cheeks, made him so hard. The man stepped closer and aimed his rock hard cock at Seth’s tiny little hole. Grabbing Seth’s waist he pulled the boy toward him while pushing against the hole. Tears flowed harder down Seth’s face as he was penetrated for the first time. He tried to keep his ass tight and closed but he had no control of his muscles anymore. The cock slid into him unopposed.
The man laughed as he moved in and out of the boy’s ass, “man, even with the drug, you are still a tight little thing.”
Since buying the elite MMA gym, he had recoup his money from those sexy cocky fighters. Rich gay men pays a lot to fuck and dominate tough boys like Seth. With Seth now, he is going to triple his profit, the owner smiled as he pounded in and out of his newest fuck boy. The thought of all the money he was going to make was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed all the way into Seth and paused. In seconds he came hard and deep inside the tight boypussy,
2021-07-30 00:43:04 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island-TikTok Celebrities
It was a warm, sunny summer afternoon on the island resort when Xavier Pompeii walked out by one of the pool areas that overlooked the white sand beaches. He had just introduced one of the resort's high rolling guests to Mike, the island resident fitness trainer and male model. The rich Chinese billionaire was very pleased with Mike in only his tiny red shorts. When Xavier left the two men, the billionaire had Mike on his knees, sucking him off. Mike had become a skillful cocksucker and was very much in demand by the rich gay guests. Xavier wanted to stay and watch and even joined the action, but he had new guests to welcome.
When Xavier stepped out on the pool area, his attention was grabbed by a commotion from one of the outside day beds. Two internet famous TikTokiers were shaking and spraying each other with thousand dollars a bottle of champagne. Several guests were watching the hunks' antics in humor and lust. The expensive champagne ran down their chisel bodies and soaked their swim trunks. Monty held his mouth open as Jessie tried to spray the champagne into his fellow TikTokier’s mouth. Their friend Jason tried to record them with his cellphone so they can post their vacation videos. Jessie then climbed onto the bed and tipped the bottle of champagne over Monty’s mouth. They were laughing so hard that the champagne missed and ran down Monty’s neck and smooth pecs.
“Gentlemen, you enjoying yourselves I see,” Xavier approached the group of social media influencers and their entourage.
Still laughing, Jessie jumped down from the bed. Monty wiped the champagne from his handsome face before lifting the bottle he was carrying and drank straight from the bottle.
“Yeah, but this place needs more chicks,” Jessie laughed.
Xavier’s eyes, behind his dark sunglasses, scanned down the younger man’s chisel body over the ripped abs and the clear outline of an impressive cock in the soaked swim trunks. Jessie had powerful built quads. His left leg was decorated with an elaborate tattoo. Xavier could imagine those legs wrapped around him when he fucks the cocky stud. Jessie had made quite a name for himself as a MMA fighter as well as a TikTokier.
“And better internet connection,” Jason spoke up, frustrated that he was unable to post anything online.
“I can arrange our tech department to assist you with that,” Xavier answered as he took in Jason’s tattooed chest.
The three studs were already causing a bidding fanziy among the gay guest on who would be second to fuck each of those fine younger men. Xavier always has first go at each of the island’s boys. He watched Jessie put his arm around his blonde bimbo girlfriend that he brought with them, and walked away with a bottle in hand. Xavier watched the tight muscular ass in the trunks moving as Jessie walked away. He was definitely the leader of the group and as such he was going to be first to get fuck.
Later in the afternoon, Xavier found Jessie laying on the bed alone. His girlfriend suddenly mysteriously took ill and went to their room. Jason and Monty went out jet skiing, leaving him alone. Jessie looked so peaceful and beautiful laying there feeling the effects of all the champagne he consumed.
“You alone,” Xavier asked as he sat beside the younger man.
Turning his head and looking over the rim of his sunglasses, “ yeah, the guys went jet skiing. I was going to spend some time with Alexis but she said she felt sick.” He said disappointed and tired. “I don’t feel very well either actually.”
Xavier saw the effects of the alcohol on the younger man. “I hope you are not feeling too bad,” Xavier acted concerned.
“I’m good, just tired,” Jessie yawned. He found it hard to stay awake or focus.
Xavier pulled out a bottle of lotion from his pocket, “you got to be careful. The sun here is very bright and you can burn easily.”
“I’m. . . Good,” Jessie closed his eyes under his glasses.
Not taking no for an answer, squeezed some lotion on his large hands and started to rub it into Jessie’s smooth torso.
“Nono, I’m gooodd,” Jessie tried to protest but he suddenly felt a tingling through his hard body.
“Just relax,” Xavier whispered as he rubbed the special lotion into Jessie’s hard toned muscles.
As Xavier rubbed the lotion on his chest and brushed against his small but sensitive nipples, Jessie let out a deep masculine moan. Xavier smiled as he saw the bulge growing in the influencer’s shorts.
“That’s a good boy,” Xavier whispered while working his hands lower. His hands trace each sculpted ab and even tease the tight belly button. “It feels so good to relax and let me take care of you.” Xavier moved his finger in and out, and around the tight belly button, causing the sexy straight stud to purr.
As the lotion worked into his tight skin, Jessie felt so relaxed and good. He merely moaned in response. Xavier then moved to Jessie’s powerful long legs. He started at the small athletic feet. Rubbing the lotion into the sole and heel of each foot and then working up each muscle calves. Jessie was a trained MMA fighter along with his social media career, and it showed in his smooth, muscle packed legs. Jessie moaned louder as the older man moved up and stroked the sexy inner thighs. Further Xavier's hands rubbed the lotion into his legs, the more Jessie spread them. When Xavier reached Jessie’s shorts, he gripped the waistband and pulled. Jessie obediently lifted his lean, tight waist. Xavier pulled the shorts down letting Jessie’s hard cock popped free. With his hand covered with the special lotion, he gripped Jessie’s cock with one hand and started to stroke it.
“Oh, ffuckk,” Jessie moaned as he received a hand job from the older man. “Noo,” he tried to protest but at the same time it felt so good. Despite himself he was moving his hips to fuck the older man’s hand.
Xavier was smiling as he watched the sexy hunk. He squeezed more lotion onto his other hand and pushed it under Jessie’s full, heavy balls.
“Please, nooo, oh fufuck, feel so good,” Jessie’s mind was spinning. Xavier began to tease Jessie’s hole. Jessie never realized how sensitive his manpussy was. The lotion activated every nerve endings around the tight hole and Jessie felt his hole open up letting Xavier slide his fingers into the tight muscle Pussy. The lotion was absorbing into the walls of Jessie’s canal sending waves of pleasure through him.
“Please, please fuck me,” Jessie mind was filled with lust as he lifted his powerful legs in the air like a bitch. He would never let any man fuck him and definitely never beg for it. But there he was, legs in the air, spread, begging to be fucked.
Smiling at his newest acquaintance, Xavier pulled out his cock. Jessie moaned at the slight of the cock’s size. Xavier then roughly grabbed Jessie’s legs and roughly pushed into the straight stud’s tight virgin ass. The lotion made Jessie feel only intense pleasure as Xavier rammed deep into him. Jessie threw his head back as his straight alpha cockiness was fucked out of him. Jessie wrapped his legs around the order man and pulled him deeper into him. Xavier knew Jessie would make a great addition to the island’s stable.
2021-07-29 02:17:02 +0000 UTC
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Marine test subject 2
Dr. Murray knelt on the cot in the marine lieutenant’s quarters holding Lt. Westbrook’s muscular legs as he slammed in and out of the sexy marine’s manhole. The marine was in pure ecstasy as the doctor plowed in and out of his hole. It's been a week since the Doctor first used his invention on the commanding officer of the secret black ops facility. He had turned the hard nose, tough alpha marine into an obedient submissive fuck toy. Westbrook was whimpering and moaning in pleasure as the older man pounded his prostate over and over. The marine’s cockiness and tough facade was gone along with his body hair as he became nothing more than a fuck slave. The once tight lipped marine willingly devarged all the classified information he had as the doctor fucked deep inside him.
“So when will this surprise review be,” the doctor asked as he thrusted hard into the marine pussy.
“Ohh, aw, next Tuesday. The general and his staff will arrive Tuesday,” Westbrook moaned.
“Do you know of any one on the general’s staff,” the doctor pulled out and back into the marine pussy.
“Yes. Jake. Fisch. Friends from boot. Camp,” Westbrook grunted between the doctor’s thrusts into him.
“Interesting, now tell me about the drone patrols along the base,” the doctor reached out and wrapped his fist around the marine’s 6”cock between the smooth thick thighs.
“Oh, ah, yes, master,” Westbrook arched his back off the cot.
The two dozen marines stationed at the classified base were going about doing their assigned duties. It was getting quite boring for those fit younger men. Their primary duty was to guard the top secret experiments that were being conducted at the base. To pass their time, the marines would workout on their hard bodies. Dr. Murray was impressed how many attractive men were all assigned to the same unit. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to be a part of the experiments.
Private Mano was leaving his quarters to head to his shift at the communications building. He had just finished a hard intense workout with two other privates. He was feeling pumped. He was about to enter the communication building when Lt. Westbrook emerged from the building. Mano saluted his superior officer. He doesn’t like the lieutenant much. Westbrook was a commission officer and was tough as nails. Mano and many others at the base thought him to be standoffish. He was surprised to see the commanding officer coming out of the building so early.
“Sir, is there anything I can help you with,” Mano asked.
“No, no private,” Westbrook was acting nervous.
Mano grew embarrassed, but also tried to hide a smile, when he noticed the bulge in the lieutenant’s pants. The marine lieutenant obviously had a hardon. Suddenly there was a humming sound in the air. Mano looked up and saw one of the advanced experimental drones hovering close to them. The operation of those drones were highly classified and the codes for them were secured in the communications.
“Lieutenant, sir, what . . .” Mano suddenly felt so relaxed as all thought faded from his mind.
Murray was pleased as he made his way through the base. The marines throughout the base either stood emotionlessly without thinking or laying on the ground passed out. His program was being transmitted throughout the base reducing the strong marines into mindless slaves.
Murray was pleased when he found Westbrook standing beside private Mano. The doctor was impressed by the muscle bound marine as he stood emotionlessly. He took in the large muscles stretching the uniform and the bulging veins that ran through his arms.
Westbrook and Mano were truly the most beautiful men on the base. The small scientists took the two muscles bound in with his eyes.
“Lieutenant, undress the private,” Murray ordered.
Without question, the lieutenant turned and began to undo Mano’s uniform shirt. As he removed the camie shirt, Mano green t-shirt was like molded to his muscular upper body. His body was perfect. Westbrook continued to undress his subordinate. Mano stood at attention as he was stripped out of his pants. His blue boxer briefs were tight around his thick thighs and proudly displayed his large bulge.
“Private Mano, you will obey me completely. You live to serve and obey. The more you obey the more aroused and turn on you become. You understand, marine.” The doctor reenforced his control over the muscular marine by feeling up his huge pecs in the tight shirt. The barely touch of his master took Mano deeper under his control.
“Yes master,” the marine responded.
“Good, now lieutenant, train your marine how to properly service his master,” the doctor opened his pants,
“Yes, sir,” Westbrook replied.
Soon both marines were naked and on their knees. Westbrook was guiding the inexperienced Mano in taking Murray’s cock. They were soon sharing and taking turns with his cock into their mouths. Murray looked down at their broad shoulders and thick layered muscles as their heads bobbed up and down on his cock. He felt so pleased. He had an entire base under his control. By the time the general will arrive, Murray would have every hard body marine trained as perfect obedient slaves.
2021-07-28 01:59:26 +0000 UTC
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Special Delivery
It was Nick’s last delivery of the day as he drove his van up the long driveway. He put the van into park in front of the large mansion and looked up at the big wrap-around porch. He always hates making deliveries there. The house owner was this creepy older man, who always seemed to be checking Nick out and undressing the 6’2” delivery man out of his fitted uniform. Nick was used to women checking him out, but don’t like it when gays try to flirt with him. He always tries to keep the house as his last delivery because it always ends up being the biggest package on his truck. He was always curious about all the stuff the guy buys. It probably some weird gay shit, Nick thought to himself as he started to unload the van. He was hoping that he could leave it on the porch and get out of there. However, as he lumbered the heavy box onto the porch, the front door opened.
The small, middle aged man came out onto the porch, “oh it finally arrived. Can you bring it inside for me? I injured my back.”
Nick rolled his eyes at the pathetic gay man before him. The man stepped into the house and held the door open for him. He could feel the man’s eyes on his muscular ass in the tight work pants as he squatted to lift the box and squeezed past the man. The man stood so close to him as Nick squatted to sit the box down in the large entrance hall. With the man standing behind him, Nick didn’t see the syringe in the man’s hand until it was too late. The man plunged the syringe into the large vein in Nick’s neck.
“What the fuck,” Nick grabbed his neck and turned around.
However, he suddenly felt his head get dizzy and his strong muscles became weak as he stumbled onto the floor. He fought to stay conscious but he was unable to fight. Last thing he saw was the man squatting over to his torso, slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt and exploring his tight, lean body as he laid immobile on the floor. Then everything went black.
“Damn, you look so fucking sexy,” the man smiled down at at the passed out delivery man.
The doctor opened Nick’s shirt revealing his smooth, ripped torso. He had nice big nipples, the doctor thought to himself as he stroked the stud’s pecs. He then traced his fingers down the chisel 6 pack and teased the light treasure trail that led into Nick's pants. The older man then stood up and grabbed the muscular delivery man’s arms and dragged the heavy, fit body across the floor. It was a chore for the older doctor in getting his helpless prey down into the basement without injuring the prime beef cake or himself.
In the basement of his huge home, the doctor had created a “play room” with all sorts of bondage equipment and sex toys, it was his personal dungeon. He lifted Nick’s body onto a long table and proceeded to finish stripping his new toy. He took his time and was careful to remove the delivery uniform but when he got Nick down to his white briefs, he took a pair of scissors from a side table and cut the briefs on each side. Nick’s impressed cock was soft but thick as it laid against his strong thighs. The older man couldn’t resist teasing it, rubbing it and Nick’s large balls in his hands, watching the cock stir in his hand. Once Nick was completely naked he turned the helpless stud over onto his stomach. The man marveled at the perfect bubble ass that laid bare on the table. It was whiter than the rest of Nick’s body, but it was beautifully sculpted. The older man freely ran his hands over the two round glutes. They weren’t huge, but tight and well developed. The man spread the firm ass cheeks and was greeted with a slightly hairy virgin hole. He turned to the side table and picked up a razor and shaving cream. Gently, he expertly began to lather up and shave the tight hole. When he was done, the hole was left smooth. It looked so tight and inviting as the bare rose bud entrance winked and flexed as the older man teased and stroked it. He then finished prepping Nick and then went off to deal with the delivery van.
When Nick came to, he was suspended over the table by a belt under his midsection and his knees and wrists cuffed to each corner, pushing him up on all fours. He tried to struggle but the bounds were tight. He tried to scream but a leather strap was tied to the back of his head and attached to two hooks on each side of his mouth, pushing his mouth open wide. His protests were muffled and useless. Also to Nick’s bigger horror, his cock was rock hard thanks to the drugs the doctor had pumped into him while he was out.
The older man came through the basement door, naked, “ah, you are a wake.” He patted Nick on the head and ruffled his hair. Nick tried to pull his head away but he was unable to move. He plead but it just came out as muffled and incomprehensible. The man laughed and grabbed Nick by the hair and roughly pushed his cock into Nick’s mouth. Nick gagged and coughed but was unable to close his mouth or pull away. Tears started to pour down his masculine, chisel face to the doctor’s amusement. The muscular younger man’s tears only encourage the older man to fuck his mouth even more and harder.
“There's nothing like a virgin throat,” the doctor laughed.
He was normally only referred to as the Doctor. He doesn’t have any medical degree but his understanding of the human psyche and will power far exceeds any medical expert. He has captured and broken many fit, athletic men like Nick, and he loves his job. The doctor pulled his cock from Nick’s mouth and let the stud’s head drop. Nick tried to catch his breath. With his cock dripping with Nick’s drool, the doctor walked around his prize stallion, running his hand down the sleek smooth back and down the muscular thighs. The doctor reached Nick’s exquisite ass. A bar attached to his knees kept Nick’s legs and ass cheeks apart. Nick tried to pull away from the older man’s exploring hands but it was useless. The doctor couldn’t resist the smooth, freshly shaved ass. He leaned in and pressed his face between the powerful glutes. Nick cried again as he felt the man’s tongue and nose pressing against his ass hole. He was humiliated and disgusted. The doctor’s tongue probed and split into the straight virgin hole. He slapped the firm ass cheeks between each lick. As he rimmed the muscular ass, the doctor reached between Nick’s thick thighs and found his cock rock hard and leaking. The doctor knew that the hard cock was making the straight stud more humiliated. He wrapped his fist around the cock and began to milk Nick. Nick was sobbing and whimpering as he cock was milked. Nick couldn’t stop himself as he started to cum. He was humiliated as to cum like some bitch.
“That's a good boy,” the doctor laughed as he pulled his face from the tight wet ass.
The doctor’s hand was covered in Nick’s cum. The cum ran down his fat fingers. “You are definitely a big comer,” the doctor laughed again and started to rub his cum covered fingers over the wet manpussy.
The doctor’s finger slid into Nick’s hole with ease, with Nick’s own cum acting as lube. Tears welled in his eyes again as he felt his cock stirring yet again. He couldn’t believe he was already getting hard after just coming. The doctor squeezed in a second and then a third finger into the tight virgin manpussy. He expertly spread his fingers inside the tight hole and stretched Nick’s open. Once he had Nick throughly loosened, the doctor pulled his fingers from the muscle pussy and pressed a control on the side table. The straps around Nick’s knees moved, pulling his ass down and his legs further apart. His ass was stretched open and exposed. The doctor moved behind his newest acquaintance and aimed his cock at the exposed hole. He then grabbed Nick’s hips and roughly pushed into him. Nick screamed silently as he was fucked for the first time. Even with the lube of his saliva and cum, it was still painful as he took the doctor’s thick cock into him. The doctor pushed deeper even though Nick’s ass muscles tried to tighten and keep him out. Finally the ass muscles gave in and the doctor began to slide in and out of him. As his ass muscle grew used to the thickness inside him, the pain faded. When the doctor’s cock found his prostate and began to pound it over and over, Nick was flooded with pleasure. Nick’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his cock was throbbing harder than ever.
“That’s a good boy, cum for me again,” the doctor fucked him harder and deeper as he thrusted hard against Nick’s ass.
Nick no longer had control of himself and he shot his load for the second time. For the rest of the weekend, the doctor repeatedly fucked him over and over, in various positions. When the doctor was done, there was nothing remaining of the once straight alpha Nick.
By Monday, Nick’s delivery van was found in the near by river. The sheriff announced that Nick had lost control of the van and plunged into the river and didn’t made it out. Case closed. The sheriff was a valuable ally to the doctor. In return for covering up the number of missing younger men, the doctor had enslaved several of the sheriff’s muscular deputies for the fat, older sheriff to use and enjoy.
2021-07-27 02:13:36 +0000 UTC
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Dr. Murray has been working at the secret black ops military base in the middle of nowhere for several months now. The genius in psychology and bioengineering was hired to conduct his research on mind control and mind conditioning for the military. The top military brass was hoping to develop the perfect soldier, obedient to follow every order without fear or self perseverance. However, the military brass was growing impatient and was making noise that he was taking too long and spending too much funds with no real results. In actuality the doctor had made great progress in his work but was keeping his accomplishments to himself.
The gay doctor was trapped at the insulated base surrounded by marine special forces. They were the best of the best. He was like a kid in a candy shop. Unbeknownst to the military brass he was conducting his research on the very men that were assigned to guard him and his research. Dr. Murray’s favorite test subject was lieutenant Westbrook. Westbrook was a tough, hard nose Marine, who was disciplined and by the book. He was the poster boy for the marines and it got him up the command ladder early for his age. The blonde muscular younger man was cold and stern with the researchers, especially to Dr. Murray. To Lt. Westbrook, they were all nerds like those that he grew up bullying. He would imtidatate the researchers by coming into their labs and talking to them as if they were his subordinates. He was loud and brassy. Dr. Murray would lust after the arrogant marine. Westbrook’s muscles filled out his uniform impressively. The camie uniform sleeves would be rolled up until they were tight around Westbrook’s arms, showing off his large biceps. When the marine turned to leave, after he degraded the scientists, Murray couldn’t help but notice how round and tight Micheal Westbrook’s ass looked in the camie pants, as the uniform hugged his muscular ass cheeks, displaying them.
Murray was determined to have the masculine alpha marine. The doctor started to use his newest device on the unsuspecting Marine. When Westbrook arrogantly walks into the lab to demand his status, Murray would activate his mind control device. In mid sentence, the sexy blonde marine stopped and just stood there, as if he was frozen in time. The doctor smiled as he waved his hand in front of the marine’s deep blue eyes. Westbrook didn’t even blink. He continued to stand there with his mouth open to the amusement of Murray and the other scientists. Murray dreamed of doing so much to the masculine Marine lieutenant but dared not in front of the other scientists. Instead he leaned into the marine and whispered into his ear. The doctor inhaled the Marine’s masculine scent. Westbrook smelled so good. Murray then willed himself to pull away from the marine’s muscular smooth neck. He then instructed Westbrook to forget why he came into the lab in the first place. When Murray unfreeze him, Westbrook looked around confused trying to remember why he came into the laboratory. He lifted his muscular arm and scratched his head, his large bicep flexing, he then turned and left.
Lieutenant Westbrook had so much work to do in his office, he had reports to file with his superiors, however, he found himself unbelievably horny. His cock was painfully hard in his uniform pants and tight briefs. He couldn’t get any work done, so he went to his quarters in the middle of the day. Once inside his quarters, he took off his camie shirt and peeled off his green t-shirt. His body was smooth and pumped with hard sculpted muscles. He kept good care of himself, working out twice a day every day. He is proud of his body. A marine’s body is his best weapon. Westbrook ran his hand over his sculpted, tight body making him feel more horny. He unzipped his camie pants and reached into his pants, pulling his hard cock from his briefs. Westbrook wrapped his fist around his cock and began to stroke it. It was then that there was a knock on his door. Without even putting his cock away, Westbrook opened the door. Dr. Murray smiled as he saw the lieutenant standing at the door, shirtless and his cock standing out of his pants. Westbrook showed no emotion as he let the older man into his quarters.
“Good boy,” the doctor whispered as he reached out and stroked the muscular marine’s bare chest. “As a marine you must obey orders from your superiors and from now on I am your superior and you have to completely obey me. In fact obeying me feels so good that it makes you so horny and aroused when you follow my orders. Understand marine?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Westbrook responded as he stood at attention with his cock throbbing and leaking.
“Good, marine. Now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.”
The doctor held his breath as he tested the limits of his control on the straight alpha marine. After a short pause, Westbrook finally answered, “yes, sir.”
The muscular, sexy marine knelt down and reached out to unzip the doctor’s pants. The marine’s strong hands fished out the older man’s hard leaking cock and began to lick the sensitive cock head. Murray was so turned on as he looked down at the masculine marine on his cock. Westbrook tried to take the cock into his mouth but he began to gag on the thickness in his mouth.
Fearing he would lose control of Westbrook, Murray gently stroked the marine’s hair, “just relax your throat muscles. Think of the best blow job you had and copy it. You love worshipping my cock. Nothing else matters besides worshiping it and pleasuring me.”
Westbrook merely moans as he once again takes the cock into his mouth. He relaxed his tight throat muscles and worked it down his virgin throat.
“Hmmmm,” the doctor closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure.
The straight marine’s mouth felt so good. However, he didn’t want to cum in the marine’s mouth. He wanted to breed the cocky stud and make him his bitch. Murray gripped the marine’s hair and pulled him off his cock.
“Get on on the bed,” the doctor felt so empowered.
The marine stood up and without resistance walked over to his single cot. He got on his hands and knees as he was instructed. Murray admired the full, beefy ass stretching the uniform pants before him. Westbrook didn’t move as the doctor came up behind him and pulled the uniform pants and briefs down over the thick muscle-packed ass. It was as beautiful as Murray hoped. It was almost completely smooth, except for light blonde hair between the sculpted ass cheeks. Thick cords of muscles ran up the back of the marine’s legs and over the flawless globes. The doctor ran his hands over the ass, squeezing, kneading, and spreading ass cheeks. He couldn’t resist from slapping each firm ass cheek with his hand. However, Westbrook remained obediently in the same position as he was spanked. Finally unable to hold out anymore, the doctor aimed his saliva lubed cock at the blonde tight hole and roughly pushed into him.
“You feel only pleasure as I fucked you. You love my cock deep inside your tight marine pussy,” the doctor ordered as he pushed into the tight hole.
The tough marine grunted and then moaned as the cock pushed deeper into him. As the marine’s tight hole relaxed around his cock, the doctor pulled out and rammed back in. As he began to thrust in and out he pounded deeper and harder. The Butch marine was moaning loud and pushing backwards. The doctor grabbed Westbrook’s thick corded shoulders as he rammed harder and deeper. The marine ass was pure pleasure to the older man as he used it over and over. The marine soon was beginning to tighten and flexing his anal muscles around his cock. When he rammed all the way into the hole, bottoming out the tough marine, the doctor paused. Buried deep inside the mindfucked Marine, the doctor slapped the muscle pack right thick and ordered Westbrook to cum.
“Cum, now!”
Now completely under the gay doctor’s control, the marine’s body began to buck and spasmed. His hard cock jerked and bounced and began to shoot out his load, without him even touching himself. As he came, his ass muscles tightened and began to milk Murray’s cock. Murray yelled loud and shot his own load deep into Westbrook’s ass. Both men collapsed on the small single cot. Dr. Murray continued to lay on the lieutenant’s wide, muscular back, his cock still buried inside the marine’s ruined hole. Murray was going to enjoy controlling the sexy alpha marine, and through him he was going to grain control of the other elite marines stationed there.
2021-07-24 13:10:25 +0000 UTC
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Tyrone was cocky and proud as he walked down the Vegas strip, shirtless, showing off his sculpted body. He loves showing off his flawless milk chocolate body in public. He was intimidating looking with his arrogant, tough attitude and swagger. He even smirked when people tried to avoid him. To the tough street hustler it is a show of respect. Those are his streets and he dares anyone to cross him.
As Tyrone walked by one of the high end hotels, a middle aged white man bumped into him.
“Watch the fuck out man,” Tyrone yelled as the man brace himself against his muscular body.
“Oh so sorry, are you ok,” the man grabbed Tyrone’s muscular shoulders and arms.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just watch the fuck where you going,” Tyrone pulled his arm away from the man.
“Are you sure,” the man squeezed tighter on Tyrone.
“Yeah, I’m sure, just get your hands off me,” Tyrone barked and looked the man in the eyes.
“Just relax, I just want to help you to relax,” the man whispered as he gently stroked Tyrone’s shoulders and thick neck.
“I’m, I’m fine, I’m relaxed,” Tyrone felt weird as his eyes met the stranger’s
“Good, just relax. It feels so good to just stare into my eyes and relax.”
Tyrone opened his mouth to protest, but the man stopped “ssshh, relax. That's it.”
Tyrone's mouth hangs open.
The stranger began to stroke his hand down Tyrone’s smooth, shredded back, “my touch feels so relaxing as does my voice. The further down my hand goes the more submissive you become. And the more submissive you are the more aroused you become. You feel so good when you are obedient and obey.”
Tyrone found himself going deeper under the stranger’s control, “more submissive, more turned on. It Feels good to obey.” Tyrone sounds so sleepy
“That’s it, go deeper and deeper. The deeper under my control you become the more submissive and turned on you become,” the Vegas magician whispered into Tyrone’s ears as his hands reached the small of the tough punk’s back.
Tyrone’s back was so smooth and flawless. The perfect milk chocolate skin was tight. His cock was rock hard in his jeans as the magician stroked just above his muscular developed ass checks. Then the stranger’s hand moved lower pushing into Tyrone’s jeans.
The magician was a regular on the Vegas strip. His shows were popular for his reputation of being able to put anyone under with just his touch and voice. He just left his last show of the night when he saw the cocky, shirtless black adonis walking down the strip. His assistant and boyfriend of two years, had just quit and ran off with some twink. When he saw Tyrone he knew he had to have him. Tyrone was both beautiful and dangerous, just how the magician liked them. From Tyrone’s full sexy lips, to his muscular shredded body, milk chocolate smooth skin, and a big booty, made him just the magician type. Feeling his hand deep into the back of the jeans, he was pleased that Tyrone wore no underwear. The more contact with his skin, sent Tyrone deeper into blissful submission. Tyrone's mind was shut down as the man’s hand inside his jeans was guiding him off the strip and into an alley.
Once out of the public eye on the main strip, the magician stopped Tyrone, “you're going to get on your knees and give me a blow job. You're going to imitate the best blow jobs you ever had and worship my cock. My white cock is the most beautifullest thing you have ever seen. You need to worship it with your mouth and tongue, and You love to worship it.”
“Yes,” Tyrone replied as he knelt before the white man and reached out and undid the man’s pants.
With the man’s hard cock freed, Tyrone obediently took it between his thick full lips. He offered no resistance as he worked it down his virgin throat, swirling his long tongue around it. The magician looked down at the sexy black stud servicing him. Tyrone was so sexy with his huge muscles and chisel 6 packs. Tyrone was so focused on the cock as he worked his lips and tongue over the thick piece of white meat.
“Fuck you are so sexy and gorgeous,” the magician moaned as he gripped Tyrone’s slaved head and fucked those hot full lips. “Coat it with your drool and saliva, lube it up.”
The bulge in Tyrone’s jeans was obscenely huge and a large wet spot stained through the thick denim. The magician knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Stand up and turn around. I want you to lean against the wall and drop your pants. I’m going to fuck you. You're going to feel only pleasure,” the magician commanded.
Tyrone obediently stood up and turned his wide smooth back toward the stranger. He obediently undid his pants and pulled them down. His ass was flawless like the rest of his body, smooth and tight. The beautiful chocolate ass was sculpted and firm. With his cock lubed with Tyrone’s saliva and drool, the magician gripped the chisel, narrow waist and pushed between the ebony granite ass cheeks.
Both Tyrone and the magician moaned as the older man pushed into the tough stud’s virgin ass. Tyrone’s ass was so tight around the magician’s cock. It was pure heaven as the powerful anal muscles gripped his cock and pulled him deeper. Tyrone was feeling unbelievable pleasure as the cock pushed deeper into him and rubbed against his prostate. He parted his thick lips and groaned while his eyes rolled back into his head.
As he fucked Tyrone, the magician ran his hands around the studs chisel waist, tracing the deep cuts of Tyrone’s Apollo belt and up his cobblestone ebony abs.
“When you cum, all resistance and all trace of your straight life and free will will be fucked out of you. You will belong to me completely. Nothing else will matter to you except to please and serve me,” the magician leaned against Tyrone’s wide muscular back and whispered into his right ear, while he slammed harder in and out of the black muscle ass.
“Fffuck, yes, I belong to you,” Tyrone grunted.
“Cum for me. Submit completely to me,” the magician rammed harder and deeper.
“Yes, master, Fffuck,” Tyrone yelled.
Tyrone impressed cock jumped violently and shot load after load on to the alley wall. The powerful anal muscles clamped down in the older man’s cock like a vice and the spasming muscles began to milk the magician’s cock. The older man moaned and came deep inside the black stud.
2021-07-23 01:09:59 +0000 UTC
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The Symbiont-Part 3
During his lunch break, Zach usually had a cigarette as he stood by the work site fence, watching the well dress business people head in and out if the near by offices. This time, however, the smoke from the cigarette irritated the Symbiont and he found himself coughing and hacking violently as if he had just taken his first smoke.
“That is going to kill us,” the Symbiont complained in Zach’s head.
“Not quick enough,” Zach mumbled as he tossed the cigarette on the ground and step on it with his heavy work boots.
Zach ran his hand over his smooth torso. His once thick chest hair and arm hair was gone. In fact all Zach’s body hair from the neck down was gone, leaving him smooth. The Symbiont explained that it was a side effect of the alien organism in a human body.
As usual during that time of day there was a steady stream of people heading to and from lunch in the busy downtown business district, where the construction site was located. With Zach working shirtless on the hot summer day, the Symbiont noticed several well dressed men checking out the studly blue collar worker. Zach’s smooth body was pumped from the hard day work and his sweat was glistening off his tight muscles. The Squill’s parent symbiont did well in choosing this host. Men were drawn to the tough, masculine host. They desired to be him, to have him. The Symbiont notices one man, a short, skinny nerdy accountant type hanging around staring at Zach as the construction worker leaned back and drank from a bottle of water.
“I’m hungry,” the Symbiont suddenly spoke in Zach’s head.
“Come on you just sucked off my boss a couple of hours ago,” Zach whispered in protest but the squill caused his cock to stir in his jeans.
The growing bulge in Zach jeans was not missed on the balding short accountant. Zach found himself turning and walking down an alley beside the work site. He felt the muscles in his ass flexing as he walked, causing him to feel like some whore trying to lure a man. He could feel the suited businessman eyes on his muscular tight ass and smooth bare back. He found that he had no control of his body as he stopped at the dead end. He could hear the sounds of the man’s dress shoes hitting the concrete as he came near. Zach felt ashamed as his hands moved to his belt and undid it. As the man got closer, Zach then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
“Beautiful,” the smaller man whispered as Zach peeled the jeans down over his tight ass.
His ass was perfectly smooth and flawless, like white marble against his tan upper body.
Zach flinched as the man touched his ass. In return, the nervous man pulled his hand away. However, Zach was unable to stop himself from bending forward and reaching his hands around to spread his firm ass cheeks.
“Please,” Zach whispered. He tried to plead with the symbiont or the man to don’t make him do it. But he couldn’t finish his plea.
To the little man, the big, touch looking construction worker was pleading to be fucked. This empowered him. It was the accountant’s fantasy to dominate a masculine blue collar stud like Zach. He was bullied by men like that all his life and he always fantasized about turning the table on them. Now, this hot construction worker was bent over, spreading his ass, begging to be fucked. The accountant pulled out his hard cock, and stroked it. Moving closer, he started to rub his cock between the tight smooth ass cheeks, aiming the thick cock head at Zach’s inviting hole.
Tears welled in Zach’s eyes as he felt the cock sliding between his muscular cheeks and the man’s hands gripping his chisel waist. He wanted to keep his ass tightly closed, but the Symbiont relaxed his ass and anal muscles. Zach grunted as the cock slid into his once tight hole.
“You're not so tight are you? You're just an overused whore,” the accountant pushed deeper into Zach’s ass.
Zach was bracing himself for unbelievable pain from being fucked up the ass for the first time, but instead he felt pure pleasure. He was soon moaning and pushing his incredible ass backwards.
“You like that don’t you? You are just a big muscle slut aren’t you,” the accountant grew more encouraged by the tough macho construction worker’s moans and groans.
Zach was humiliated. He knew the Symbiont made him feel the intense pleasure and he was unable to stop it. The accountant was grabbing his waist, shoulders and even knocked off his hard hat to grab his blonde hair, as he thrusted in and out of him. Each time he rammed into Zach, he pounded deeper and harder into the tough, muscular construction worker.
“You like being my bitch. My big muscle bitch, whore.”
The accountant was calling him names, humiliating the more muscular man, but Zach couldn’t do anything to stop him. The Symbiont grew impatient and started to flex Zach’s anal muscles around the accountant’s cock. The accountant moaned in pleasure as the incredible ass muscles tightened around his cock. He rammed deep inside the blue collar worker’s ass and groaned deep. He then shot over and over, filling Zach with his cum and the Symbiont’s precious testosterone. Finally, after he finished cumming deep inside Zach, the accountant pulled out and let the muscle construction worker fall on the ground. The accountant felt tired but also victorious as he looked down at the construction worker, with his jeans around his heavy work boots. The accountant pulled his cock back into his suit and left. The Symbiont felt stronger and fuller. Zach soon learned that when the Symbiont feeds, its host was rewarded with some of the excess testosterone. Zach also felt stronger, revirtated, his muscles pumped. They were small compensation for his humiliation.
2021-07-22 01:02:58 +0000 UTC
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The Symbiont part 2
Zach awoke the next morning, on the floor of the apartment, alone. His entire body was hurting, especially his once tight, virgin ass. He couldn’t believe he was attacked and fucked up the ass by his friend Lewis. Slowly Zach stood up and tried to look for his clothes. They were spread over the couch and floor. His t-shirt and briefs were shredded from when Lewis ripped them off his body.
Zach grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. His ass was sore as he stepped each leg into the jeans and pulled them up. He then slowly made his way into the bathroom, hoping a shower would wash away the nasty feeling of his body. As Zach looked into the bathroom mirror, he couldn’t believe it when he saw the elaborate tattoo around his neck. He had tattoos already on his arms, shoulders, and chest, but not on his neck. It was no way a tattoo as detailed as that can be done in the short time Zach was out cold. He leaned into the mirror closer to study it. The face in the tattoo was so life-like. Zach lifted his left hand and started to feel it when, suddenly the eyes on the tattoo blinked. In horror Zach jumped back.
“Oh shit, what the fuck,” Zach screamed.
“Relax, Zach,” Zach could hear the voice in his head.
“It can’t be real, what the fuck wrong with me,” Zach ran his hand through his unkept hair and tried to look closer at the mirror.
“Oh, I’m real, Zach, and you are perfectly fine. Very fine,” the voice replied as the eyes on the tattoo moved.
“What are you,” Zach whispered.
“We are the Squill, we are a symbiotic species that uses hosts to enable us to feed and breed.”
“Feed? Breed?” Zach panicked.
“We feed on male testosterone either from our hosts, or from other men who deposit their semen into the host. When we receive enough testosterone, we create offspring that will transition to another host when the original host fucks another man, preferably one as healthy and muscular as yourself.”
“No, fucking way,” Zach yelled into the mirror and reached uo to his neck and tried to pull the alien offf his neck. However he only pulled at his own skin. “I’m I crazy? Have I lost it,” Zach yelled.
“You are not crazy,” the Symbiont laughed while inside the construction worker’s head.
Zach gripped the sink and his eyes fell upon a raze. He reached out and took it into his hand and lifted it to his neck. Then suddenly sharp pain radiates through his body. He doubled over and dropped the razor. “Urggh,” Zach moaned.
“I can control your body whenever I want to,” the voice laughed again. “I can make you feel unbelievable pain or unbelievable pleasure.”
The pain faded and was replaced with pure pleasure. Zach moaned loud as his cock hardened within seconds, straining against his jeans. Zach gripped his jeans and pulled them open to free his hard cock. It was throbbing and leaking. He tried to stop himself but he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to jack off.
“Please make me stop,” Zach moaned in pleasure.
“Good, human. You need to replenish your testosterone soon. If I cannot get the testosterone from another source, then I will take it from you, understand, human?”
The pleasure faded, and Zach slowly recovered, “yes, I understand.”
Zach felt drained as he got ready for work. He knew what the Symbiont wanted and how he was expected to get it. It disgusted him but he had no choice.
Zach arrived at his construction site late, and the site foreman was there waiting for him as he clocked in. “You're late again,” the older, gruf man barked.
“I know. Something came up,” Zach tried to avoid eye contact with his boss.
“What? A new tattoo,” the foreman replied in disgust. “And where your fucking shirt.”
“I lost it,” Zach mumbled
“You lost it? You only own one shirt,” the foreman yelled.
Zach tried to ignore the older man as he walked out to begin work.
“Oh, he is interested in you isn’t he,” the Symbiont laughed in Zach’s head.
“Shut up,” Zach whispered.
“He's checking out your hot bubble ass,” the Symbiont continued to laugh.
“I said shut up,” Zach whispered louder.
“What you said,” his boss said angrily.
“Uh, nothing,” Zach answered and continued walking.
However, the Symbiont had over ideas. Zach was unable to stop himself from moving his hips seductively, yet masculine. His tool belt hung low in his lean waist, as could feel the foreman’s eyes on his muscular waist as he walked. The Symbiont turned Zach’s head and made him wink at the foreman.
Zach nervously waited in the site equipment shed. He tried to fight but he no longer controls his body. The shed door opened and the foreman walked in, closing the door behind him.
“What up with you today,” the foreman asked as they stood in the small building.
Zach hand moved to the foreman’s crotch and squeezed the man’s cock through his jeans.
The foreman didn’t pull away but asked, “are you serious?”
Zach wanted to run, get out of there, but instead he found himself kneeling in front of his boss. His rough hands flobbed with the zippers and pulled out the man’s cock.
The foreman dreamed of this for so long. He has been lusting after the arrogant construction worker. Zach was always so cocky, he knew he was hot and that drove the foreman up the wall. He both hated and lusted for the arrogant stud. The foreman was afraid it was a trap. Zach was too much of a homophobic, womanizer to be interested in someone like him. However, there he was on his knees before him and pulling out his hard cock.
Zach looked up at the foreman with blank eyes as he took the cock into his mouth. Zach never sucked a cock in his life, yet he was expertly working the hard cock between his lips and down his throat. When he started to gag and cough, unable to breathe, the Symbiont relaxed his throat muscles. The foreman moaned loud in pleasure as he grabbed Zach’s hard hat and began to fuck his employee’s mouth and throat. It didn’t take the older man long to come. He grabbed hold tight on Zach’s head as he pushed deep into the stud’s mouth. He shot his load deep down the throat. Zach wanted to throw up, but instead the Symbiont made him swallow the cum. The foreman pulled out of Zach’s mouth and put his cock back into his pants.
“Get to work,” the foreman ordered as he turned and left the shed.
“You did very well. I feel refreshed with the infusion of testosterone,” the Symbiont spoke in Zach’s head.
Zach was humiliated but powerless to do anything to stop it.
2021-07-21 01:14:52 +0000 UTC
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2021-07-20 01:07:04 +0000 UTC
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The Symbiont
“Man, stop man. What are you doing,” Zack screamed as his best friend pushed him face down on the couch and started to pull at his pants. Zach struggled but he was too high from the beer and pot and was surprised how strong Lewis was. Lewis was always muscular but he looked bigger and stronger than he ever was. Ever since Lewis got that weird tattoo around his neck, he had been acting differently. Lewis got more muscular and shredded in a matter of weeks. People in his circle of friends started to spectate if he was on steroids. There were also rumors, Lewis been cruising public bathrooms and gay clubs. Lewis was one of the straightness guys Zach knew, and didn’t believe the rumors. They were chilling on Lewis’s couch drinking beers, when Lewis suddenly jumped him. Zach was too high and Lewis, too strong for him to fight off.
Lewis ripped Zach’s underwear off and pinned the muscular construction face down, Lewis whispered into Zach’s ear, “I’m so sorry buddy but it's making me do this.”
With that Lewis pushed hard into Zach’s straight, virgin hole. Zach screamed in pain as he was penetrated for the first time. Lewis grunted as he began to push in and out of his former friend’s tight ass. Tears ran down Zach’s face. He was sobbing as he pleaded with his friend to stop.
“Please, stop. Stop, please,” Zach’s tough masculine voice pleaded.
Zach was unable to see behind him. As Lewis fucked his friend hard, the tattoo around his neck began to move, an eye on Lewis’s thick neck opened and blinked. Lewis hated what he was doing to Zach but he couldn’t stop himself. He just fuck harder and harder, slamming his huge cock up his friend’s muscular ass. Lewis closed his eyes in disgust as he started to cum deep inside Zach. Zach laid face down continuing sobbing as Lewis finally pulled out of his ruined hole. Even though Lewis had pulled out of him, Zach felt a surge through his body. His body was boiling as the symbiont's offspring traveled through Zach. Every nerve ending felt like they were on fire and at the same time he was feeling intense pleasure. Eventually everything went black, as Zach passed out on the couch. The symbiont’s offspring slowly surfaced on Zach ‘s tan, tight skin and transformed into a tattoo much like Lewis’s around his thick neck. Lewis sat on the corner of the couch, his bare knees pulled up to his huge pecs.
“You did well, my host,” the voice in Lewis’s head spoke to him. “Your friend Zach is the perfect host for my offspring. His sexy body will entrance many men to fuck him, just like you, and feed his symbiont the testosterone it need to grow and reproduce.”
To be continued
2021-07-20 01:06:04 +0000 UTC
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Louis was down on his luck and needed a sponsor if would ever make it to the Olympian which was his dream. However, supplies and registration fees are expensive. When the old man approached him and offered to not only sponsor him, but let him stay at his mansion, have complete use of it, and even give Louis a geneious weekly allowance, Louis thought it was too good to be true. And it was. In return, the old man get to fuck and use the inspiring bodybuilder anyway he wanted. At first Louis turned him down, and even threatened the old man if he ever propositioned him again. However, when he learned how rich the man was, Louis reconsidered. He thought he would get the upper hand and turn the tables on the rich gay man. He thought he could take what he wanted and don’t have to put out. He was wrong.
From the day Louis moved on to the massive estate, the little old man showed him who the boss is. Louis was in awe of the huge mansion when he arrived the first day in his old beat up car. The snobbish butler had his nose in the air as he showed Louis the pool house.
“Mr. Readman instructed you to have those quarters as yours during your stay. Your trainers will be here in the morning,” the butler looked in disgust at the bodybuilder in his grey sweatpants and tank top, which did nothing to hide Louis' huge muscles.
The pool house was bigger than Louis’s old apartment. Louis looked around the pool house. The bed was facing the double doors that looked out onto the pool and the main house. He had no idea that Mr. Readman had an unobstructed view from his bedroom to Louis’s bed.
“Dinner will be served at 6,” the butler added before he exited the pool house.
Louis arrived at dinner at 6 and was surprised at the size of the dining room. The table was a long rectangle that could sit 10 people. There were only two places set, one at each end. Louis was dress in a t-shirt and gym shorts, that showed off his smooth massive quads, while Mr. Readman was dressed in a tie and suit.
“I hope you approve of the pool house. I figure you would like the pool to take evening swims for cardio,” Mr. Readman asked while Louis devoured his high protein, low carb dinner.
The food was delicious. “Yeah, it was ok,” Louis answered with his mouth full.
After dinner, Louis returned to the pool house to get some sleep. During dinner he felt so tired and at the same time horny. After sending several sexting to his latest bitch, making his cock was throb. It was midnight when there was a tap on the pool house doors. Louis didn’t know why he answered the door in his tight white briefs. The last thing he wanted was to give the old man was the impression he wanted sex. The old man’s eyes went from Louis’s massive bare pecs down to his bulging crotch.
“I want to begin tonight on your part of the agreement,” Mr. Readman touched Louis’s pecs.
Louis pulled back, “I'm tired from moving in and have a headache. Maybe tomorrow.”
Louis tried to move the older man out of the door. However, instead, Louis ended up bent over the bed. He had no idea how he got there. One second he was trying to get rid of the old man, next he was bent over with his briefs ripped open from behind. Mr. Readman had a firm grip on his waist as he thrusted in and out of the huge bodybuilder’s tight ass. Louis was moaning loud as he groped the sheets. To Louis' horror, when Readman was deep inside him, the straight bodybuilder lost control and came on the bed beneath him, without even touching himself.
The next morning the confused and mind fucked Louis began his training. Mr. Readman closely supervised what Louis was fed and when he trained. Louis was surprised how much the old failed man knows about bodybuilding. Louis was also unaware that his food and supplements were laced with muscle enhancements and mind control drugs. As he grew bigger muscles he also became dumber and more submissive. One of the side effects of the steroids he was pumped with was that his once impressive cock and balls, he was so proud of before, shrink. Smaller they got, the more self conscious Louis became. Eventually his cock was only able to grow three inches, when rock hard. On top of that he started to get hard only when the old man fucked him. He would cry as the man pounded in and out of his muscle pussy, while telling the huge bodybuilder he was now made only to be a bottom.
After six months, he had the body he could only dream off. He was massive and shredded. However, because of the drugs and his self-consciousness over his useless cock, he was totally dependent on the old man. He wasn’t able to make any decisions for himself. Although the original agreement was that Louis only had to submit to the old man one night a week, Louis soon was so hooked on getting a cock up his huge ass that he was begging for it nightly.
A year after moving in with his old master, Louis entered the biggest competition on the world stage. He was shredded and massive. His mind was so blanked and focused on following his master’s commands that he aced his posing routine, which the old man choreographed. The judges were impressed and to Louis surprise he won first place.
Although he just won first place in the competition, a small part of Louis’ weak mind was humiliated as he was made to flex. His sponsor lifted up his shirt and showed off his chisel 8 pack abs and his virtual empty poser. Thanks to the steroids and other drugs the old man was pumping into Louis’s system, his cock and balls were almost now existent. As for his mind, it was empty as well, he could only follow orders now despite how hard he tries to fight. It was useless. His body was now belonged to the old man’s who controlled and used him anyway he wanted. The old man was proud of his slave’s body as he showed off Louis to his friends and the judges who voted for him.
2021-07-19 00:08:13 +0000 UTC
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Dante was a proud black bodybuilder at the gym. The 5’9 muscle pack stud made up for his shortness with his width. Dante’s back was a perfect v from his wide boulder size shoulders, with thick muscles layered over muscle, down to a tiny narrow waist. His ass was like two ebony basketballs, big and round. It was perfect for fucking. Dante’s legs were also smooth and massive. He kept his body smooth and pumped. In his neighborhood he was the dominant alpha, feared and respected. He was big, thick, and dominant. However, he had a secret. He loves being dominated, especially by older white men. He loved feeling their thick cocks inside his large, black ass. And the older men loved it too.
Dante wasn’t always turned on by getting dominated by other men. In fact, Dante always considered himself straight. However, David, an older white man at the gym, made him realize that he needed to be dominated. David had taken the black bodybuilder one evening in the gym locker room and Dante couldn’t get enough. David encouraged Dante to get bigger and rewarded him by buying his expensive jewelry and fucking the inspiring bodybuilder weekly.
After one intense leg workout at the gym, Dante noticed David from across the gym. Dante’s white wife beater was hugging his massive pecs and contrasted beautifully against his dark smooth skin. The shirt visibly clinged to his cobblestone 8 pack. He was also wearing sweatpants that sagged below his huge ass. The baby blue boxer briefs hugged the two basketball like ass cheeks. When he saw David his cock grew hard. David smiled back at him.
After they left the gym, Dante nervously followed the older man to his car. He was nervous that someone from his neighborhood would see him getting into a car with a white man. Yet his cock was throbbing. As soon as they got into David's house, he had Dante on his knees. David pulled out his thick hard cock and pushed it between Dante’s thick, sexy lips. Dante felt blissful as he closed his eyes and worked between his lips and down his throat. David stroked his head and down to his massive shoulders, feeling the mountains of muscles.
“That’s a good boy,” David squeezed the huge shoulders. “You're getting bigger and hotter.”
Dante grunted with his mouth full of cock.
David finally pulled out of Dante’s mouth. His cock was coated with saliva and drool. He then took the black stud’s hand and led him to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, David slowly stripped the black bodybuilder naked. Dante wore the jewelry David had brought him previously for reward of his services. Dante was so hard as David stripped him and groped him. Once both men were naked, David roughly pushed the more muscular Dante face down over the edge of the bed. Dante’s knees were on the floor with his ass in the air.
“Take your phone and record it,” David ordered as he handed his phone to Dante.
When they had sex, David made Dante record it with his own phone, so Dante can rewatch it between their weekly sessions. Dante grunted as David knelt behind him and pushed into his ass. As David drove deeper into the perfect tight ass, he grabbed Dante’s thick shoulders and rammed in and out. Dante’s sexy ebony body, with its huge muscles was such a turn on. Dante was built to be fucked hard, and harder David pounded into him, the more aroused and turned on Dante became. Dante was pushing back toward the cock, desperate to be fucked harder and deeper. Dante could only grunt as the thick white cock rammed in and out of his massive bubble ass. No one would believe the black angus bull was getting fucked and enjoying it.
2021-07-17 12:29:00 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island-the Soccer Gods
Luciano was bored as sit at the table slipping the sweet wine while his manager and the team owners hash out the terms of his new contract. He had no idea what they were talking about and didn’t really care. The men were talking about millions of US dollars but it is not like the star international athlete would see most of it. His agent/manager controls the money and gave the superstar soccer player enough to keep up appearances. All Luciano thought about in his pretty little head was playing soccer and getting fucked. It was fitting that the group of men chose the island resort to negotiate Luciano’s contract. It was here two years ago that the contract was first signed.
Luciano was a cocky, even arrogant, brat who thought only for his own personal fame and money, and not the team. He spent his free time partying and fucking a different female model every night. Luciano was on more covers of tabloids than sport news magazines. However, thanks to the resort, and Xavier Pompeii, that all changed then. After a week “vacation” on the island, Luciano was a different person and player. He signed the contract while his agent/manager and the team owners were taking turns fucking him up his sexy round bubble ass. Since then he was the perfect obedient team player. Completely dumb and submissive.
While he sat there with his sexy legs spread, in his soccer kits, he noticed a scene playing out across the pool area. A large group of men were gather around a muscular younger men, taking turns fucking him. When the men moved apart briefly, Luciano recognized Mike. He had followed Mike’s fitness blogs for several years, and was a major fan. Seeing the masculine male model getting fucked from both ends, was making Luciano horny.
Luciano’s arousal was not lost on the older men around him. As Luciano watched Mike getting fucked by one man after another, his manager reached over and stroked the celebrity athlete’s smooth thighs.
“Those, gentlemen, are million dollar legs,” the manager laughed as he moved his left hand up the inner thigh of Luciano’s spreaded right leg.
The team owners laughed as well. Luciano groaned as the manager’s hand pushed into his shorts. However, he continued to watch Mike across the pool area getting fucked from both ends. His cock head was soon poking out the leg hole of his shorts to the amusement of the older team owners. His agent began to stroke the exposed cock head.
“Now tell me, is this worth another million,” the agent stated as he rubbed the red flaring cock head between his fingers.
The older men were practically drooling at Luciano’s hard on. His cock was internet famous with millions of fans speculating on how big it was. However, the men around the table knew Luciano is now 100% a bottom. His notorious cock was virtually useless unless he had a cock up his beautiful bubble ass.
“Take off your shorts,” his agent ordered.
Without taking his eyes off the scene across the pool area, Luciano stood up briefly and pulled down his soccer shorts. He stepped out of the shorts and sat back down. His cock was hard and throbbing in jealousy and lust as he watched the older men take turns fucking Mike. Luciano wanted his ass fucked and fucked hard. Luciano cocked both legs on to the low table in front of him and exposed his smooth, shaved hole and crotch.
“As you know, Luciano had just signed a deal for his own underwear line, which is predicted to make millions,” his agent continued his negotiations as he reached over and began to stroke the athlete’s hairless jockpussy. “He is marketable to females and, as well as you know, to gay men,” Luciano moaned as the agent pushed a finger into his hole. “Women want to be fucked by him, straight men want to be like him and gay men want to fuck that bubble butt of his. Luciano will get the fans into the stands. And He's going to make you a lot of money.”
Luciano closed his eyes and moaned as he was fingered in front of the group of older men. He kept his arms crossed over his jersey as his agent pushed a second finger into his jockpussy.
“So gentlemen do we have a deal,” the agent moved his fingers in and out of the hungry jock hole.
“We can agree on $100 million, but with the condition of unlimited access to Luciano,” one of the billionaire owners spoke up.
“Well, gentlemen, I think we have an agreement. You, sirs, just bought yourself a world class soccer player,” the agent pulled out his fingers from Luciano’s hole and shook hands with each man.
To celebrate the deal the five older men, pulled out their cocks and took turns fucking Luciano’s perfect ass. He obediently lifted his powerful legs into the air and spread them. As the team main owner pushed into him, he felt pure pleasure. He used his incredible ass muscles to pull the old man deeper into him. It didn’t take long for the first man to cum inside his tight ass. The man pulled out and wiped his cock on Luciano’s jersey. The next owner grabbed Luciano’s fantasy legs and roughly rammed his cock in and out of the cum lubed hole. Luciano’s cock was throbbing and slapping against his chisel abs. When the second owner was about to cum, he pulled out and shit his load onto the jock’s face, to Luciano’s pleasure. He licked the cum from his own face as the third owner entered him. The third owner was even rougher than the first two. With the man pounding his prostate, it sent Luciano’s over the edge. His ass clamped down on the man’s cock as he shot his load over his jersey. As his ass muscles spasmed around the cock, the third owner shot deep inside him. The three remaining men, the team head coach, the owners’ lawyer, and his own agent, took their turns with the superstar athlete, making him cum at least twice more. Later, that evening, he was bent over a desk in his suite, with a contract before him. He was naked with his perfect round ass in the air, as he signed the contract.
“That’s a good boy,you made me a lot of money,” the agent whispered into Luciano’s ear as he pounded in and out of his ass. Luciano merely groaned in pleasure.
2021-07-16 13:05:28 +0000 UTC
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@exploringlife @alphabreaker. Standing on the balcony of my hotel room, enjoying a cigar and the beach view, while getting a blow job from a straight man I had picked up from the beach earlier. While his wife and kids play below on the beach, he was obediently serving my cock.
2021-07-15 01:11:01 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island Part 4
Mike laid there in bliss as Xavier Pompeii’s cum leaked from his ass. However, the manager and the group of onlookers weren’t done with the sexy fitness model. Xavier moved around and lifted Mike’s sweat covered head. Mike looked up at him through the drug induced haze.
“Clean my cock,” Xavier whispered.
Holding Mike by his sweaty hair he guided the muscle stud’s mouth over his cock. Without any resistance the former straight alpha stud began to lick the cock clean. While Mike was servicing his first cock, Xavier motioned to the other men who were standing around them, admiring the prize stud.
“Gentlemen, please take your turn with this prime stallion. He is our newest addition for your enjoyment,” Xavier laughed as he started to push his cock into Mike’s inexperienced mouth.
Mike began to gag on the thick cock as it rammed against the back of his throat, however, Xavier continued to hold a firm grip on his head. He pulled Mike off his cock just enough for the muscle stud to breathe and rammed back in. Behind his muscle packed ass the naked older guests lined up behind him.
“Look how exquisite those gluteus are,” the first man proclaimed. He was obviously important being the first to try out the newest fuck toy. He gave Mike’s ass a hard slap. The impact caused Mike to jump but he was unable to pull off the cock in his mouth. The flawless tan ass was so firm that the slap was loud. “It looks like it was sculpted by Micheanglo or deVinci. Oh, and he is so tight,” the older grey head man moaned as he penetrated Mike’s ass.
With his hole still lubed with the lotion, and Xavier’s cum, Mike moaned over the thick cock in his mouth and pushed his ass back against the new cock in his ass. The man grabbed Mike’s chisel waist and began to pound in and out of him. Mike’s eyes once again rolled into the back of his head as his prostate got rammed hard. He found himself tightening his ass muscles around the cock to milk it. His mind was reeling. A part of him couldn’t believe he was letting it happen to him and wanted to fight and resist but another part, which grew stronger with each thrust into his ass, wanted to surrender and submit to those men. His free will and straight alpha personality was no match for the drugs and the intense pleasure. It didn’t take the old man long to cum deep inside Mike. When he felt another load flooding deep inside him, Mike came again on the chaises under him. The old man pulled out and took Xavier’s place at Mike’s mouth. As Mike began to lick lean the cock that just fucked his insides, another cock was pushed up into his ruined hole. The old man wasn’t able to recover as quickly as Xavier, leaving Mike to clean the soft cock as the men moaned. It became a revolving door around Mike. After one man fucked and cum inside him, he moved to Mike’s mouth for the former straight alpha to clean it, while another man roughly pushed into his ruined hole. Mike had no idea how many cocks he had taken, it was all a daze to him. He came so many times while getting fucked that he eventually was unable to cum anymore. His once heavy balls were empty and useless.
Mike awoke several hours later in his suite’s bed. It was late at night, possibly early morning. The room and outside was dark. His body was sore and bruised as he tried to get up. He thought he heard a low voice repeating over and over. His head was pounding, though and he fell back into a blissful sleep. He had no idea that his suite was being bombarded with low frequency subliminal messages. His conscious mind couldn’t pick it up but while asleep his subconscious mind was penetrated with commands to submit and serve. It told him how good it is to surrender and obey. That getting fucked is a show of strength and the ultimate worship. He was built to get fucked, take it hard. It feels so good to get fucked by another man. It is so good not to think but just serve. His mind was spinning while his cock, despite coming multiple times earlier, was rock hard.
2021-07-14 01:22:28 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island Revisited Part 3
The sweet drink and the hot Mediterranean sun made Mike feel mellow as Xavier Pompeii rubbed the lotion on his muscular back. The older man’s hands felt surprisingly strong and good as he rubbed the lotion over his ripped muscles.
“Just relax,” Xavier whispered as he worked his hands lower down Mike’s back.
Mike just groaned in response. The wine and the older man’s hands made him feel so relaxed.
“That’s it, just let go. You trust me completely, and it feels so good to trust and obey me. Deep down you know I have your best interest in mind,” Xavier whispered as he continued to rub the lotion into Mike’s back.
The lotion was absorbed into his tight tan skin, making his body tingle in pleasure at Xavier’s touch.
“Yes, it feels sooo good to trust and obey,” Mike purred.
Xavier Pompeii reached Mike’s trunks, “Mike lift up and let me take off your shorts.”
Mike would normally never let another man take off his clothes, however, it was so hard to think. The wine had made his mind feel like mash and his body was so turned on. His cock was hard under him in the tight swim trunks, begging to be free. Without thinking, Mike lifted his masculine hips and let the older man pull the shorts down his powerful legs. It felt good as the sun and ocean breeze hit his muscular ass. He let out a deep low moan as Xavier started to rub the lotion on to his muscular ass cheeks. The older man was squeezing and kneading the big thick cords of muscles that made up Mike’s ass. Xavier reached under Mike and with his lotion covered hand, pulled out the male model’s hard cock from under him and between his thighs.
“Oh, Fffuck feels so good,” Mike moaned as his extremely sensitive cock was stroked and the lotion soaked into his impressive meat.
While stroking Mike’s cock with one hand, the older manager began to apply the lotion to Mike’s hole. Feeling the special lotion on his suddenly sensitive hole caused the muscle stud to groan loud and spread his thick legs.
“Oh, shit, Fffuck,” Mike moaned as the lotion covered finger began to tease and probed his tight insides. “Please.”
A small crowd of older men began to gather around Mike and the manager. They were hungry to try out the new meat, and one so popular and muscular as Mike. Again Mike moaned please. It wasn’t clear if he was begging for Pompeii to stop or keep going. He was shaking his head no, while at the same time he was grinding and humping the lounge chair beneath him.
Xavier smiled as he moved his finger in and out of the tight virgin manpussy. He then pushed in a second and then a third finger into him. The special lotion was sending all of Mike’s nerve endings into overdrive. He was being stretched and loosened. He had his powerful, thick legs saddling the chaise chair with his smooth muscular ass in the air. His cock, pulled out from under him, was leaking large amounts of precum. He groaned as the manager pulled the fingers from his ass. He was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. However, it was short lived. Xavier unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge hard cock. Mike grunted hard as and gripped the chaises as Xavier Pompeii roughly pushed into him. However, instead of feeling pain, the special lotion made him feel only intense pleasure. He was soon pushing back against the massive cock as it rammed in and out of him. Mike was so turned on as he moaned while flexing his incredible ass muscles around the older man’s cock. His eyes rolled up into his head and he let out a deep long groan. His ass muscles clamped down on Xavier’s cock like a vice. Without touching himself, Mike shot load after load on to the chaises. Feeling the muscles flexing about his cock as Mike came, Xavier was milked as he came deep inside Mike. After he made sure the sexy male model got all of his load, Xavier pulled out of the ruined hole. Mike just laid there in a pool of his own cum, with his ruined hole left exposed to the group of men who had hungrily watched him get deflowered.
2021-07-13 01:39:00 +0000 UTC
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The Himbro
Chad tried not to giggle while posing for the pictures with the short gay man, however the man pushed a finger into one of the stategric placed rips in the back of his jorts.
“It tickles, bro,” Chad giggled while wiggling his oversized ass that was stretching the jean cutoff.
The gay man laughed as he stroked the tight muscle pussy through the torn in the shorts, “such a oversized baby.”
“A big dumb baby,” the man who was taking the picture laughed.
Chad just laughed more, “I’m a good dumb baby, bro.”
The jeans were cut way too short and fully displayed his thick, freshly slaved smooth legs and when he bent over the shorts rode up and showed off his fat ass cheeks. The gay friends continued to take more pictures with their newly himboified beefy cake. They were taking one picture after another that would normally humiliate the former straight jock. The man posing with the muscle freak, pulled Chad’s tank top aside to lick and flick his tongue over the large nipples.
“You got great tits, boy,” the photographer laughed.
“Big titties, dude,” Chad laughed and bounced his massive pecs.
The one posing with Chad reached down and squeezed the mindless himbo’ hard cock. The cock was rock hard and throbbing in the tight short shorts. Chad was notorious for fucking numerous girls and women in college. However, it was his body that attracted women, not his insufficient cock. He made up for his inadequacies by working out and using steroids. It was hard to believe he had a masters in engineering when one looks at him now. He grew so self conscious about his dick size and the desire to get huge that he was willing to sacrifice everything else. That was when he got hooked on Alpha-B. A friend at the gym, a fellow gym rat, suggested it to Chad, and seeing his friends results on it he gave it a try. He was instantly addicted to it. He loved the pump he got at the gym after working out, he grew vascular and his skin became tight in only days. He started to add 5 pounds of muscle and lost two % of body fat a week. He also grew so blissfully relaxed and horny at the same time to the point that nothing else matters to him. He wanted to keep the blissful feeling and incredible pump all the time. He found himself getting dumber, finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than working out and lifting. Chad was also so damn horny all the time. He tried fucking women but they didn’t satisfy him anymore. He started to realize that the horniness was radiating from his prostate. He needed to get fucked and often.
Chad groaned as the man's finger pushed through the hole in the shorts and into his muscle pussy. “Fffuck,” he hissed through his clenched teeth.
“I think he likes it,” the two men laughed.
“Please fuck me,” Chad moaned.
The two men looked at each other and smiled. They then led him over to a pile of wood. The men watched in amazement as the huge bodybuilder eagerly stripped out of his shirt and shorts. He was naked except for his boots and backward turned cap. They were amazed by his completely hairless and muscle packed body. Every muscle was thick and vascular. Chad laid back on the pile of wood and lifted up his massive legs. His smooth muscle pussy was exposed and hungry. As the men watched, Chad reached between his thick legs and began to finger his own hole.
“Please fuck me,” Chad pleaded.
The man that was photographing Chad, switched his camera to video and began recording. He stood behind Chad and with one hand on the camera, he pulled out his cock. Chad threw back his head and took the cock into his mouth. He stared up at the camera as he began to nurse and worship the photographer’s cock. While Chad was sucking, the other man moved between his huge legs and pushed his cock into Chad’s muscle pussy. Chad moaned in pure pleasure he was being fucked from both ends. He stared up at the camera in bliss.
2021-07-12 01:10:52 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island Revisited
Mike was tired for most of the day, having dreamed of getting fucked by different men most of the night. He had woken up to find himself laying in a pool of his own cum. He never had wet dreams in his life and never dreamed about having sex with men. His dream was so intense that he had almost felt that he was actually getting fucked. He willed himself out of bed and headed into the bathroom to shower off the dry cut from his chisel 8 pack and 7” fluid cock. The shower was spacious and it’s walls were mirrored. He turned on the hot water and dunked under the heavy spray. The water felt so good as it cascaded down his head and over his muscular body. As he scrubbed the cum from his body, he couldn’t help but notice his body in the mirror. He flexed, taking in his sexy sculpted muscles. He was a narcissist when it came to his body. He ran his hand down the tight muscles, from his large firm pecs, down to his chisel 8 pack. His cock grew into a healthy, rock hard 9” and stood straight out. He wrapped a soapy fist around his cock and began to stroke himself. It felt so good, that Mike moaned and closed his eyes. He rarely jacks off. He never really found the need to, he always had a woman close at hand to satisfy him. However, he found himself so horny. Without thinking, he reached his other hand behind himself and pushed a soapy finger between his muscular, well developed ass cheeks. When he found his hole he began to probe it and pushed his finger in and out of it.
“Oh, fuck,” Mike moaned, “that feel so good.”
Without warning he came hard, the cum shot right on the mirror before him. His entire body was flexing and bulging as he cum in long streams. He finally came down from his orgasm high and finished cleaning himself off. As he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, he had no idea that the showers mirror walls were one way mirrors. His private jack off session was recorded and steamed straight to the manager’s office computer.
It was well past noon, when Mike made his way to one of the resort's numerous pools. He once again noticed that almost all the guests and the staff were men. He knew he wouldn’t endorse the resort to his social media fans and followers just because of that fact. He realized that the island was definitely geared to gay men, and the straight fitness model made up his mind to leave when he can. When he got to the pool area closest to his suite, he also learned that the resort was clothing optional. He was way over dressed in his Armani swim trunks. Most men in the pool area were either naked or in revealing tiny speedos. Mike found a secluded area of the pool and laid down to relax. When he sat down, a blond waiter quickly came over with a tray in hand and a exotic looking drink. Mike couldn’t help but notice the younger man’s smooth biceps as they stretched the thin t-shirt uniform. The guy should be modeling, Mike commented to himself. The younger man was handsome with smooth, flawless skin, blue eyes, and a muscle packed body.
“Complements of the management, sir,” the waiter said in a Texan accent, as he placed the drink on the table beside the chaise Mike was laying on.
“Thanks. How long you work here,” Mike asked as he took a slip from the drink. The drink was a mixture of the sweet wine he had the night before, and fruit. “Cody, I’m Mike,” Mike read his name badge.
“Six months sir, Mr. Pompeii personally hired me when he was on a business trip in Austin,” Cody's eyes lit up as Mike talked to him.
“Where are all the women,” Mike laughed. “It looks like there are only old men here.”
“There are some sir, some of the guests bring their wives here,” Cody laughed in return.
“You like it here,” Mike took another sip of the drink.
“Oh, yes, sir, I love it here,” Cody was brimming.
The waiter's attention turned to a group of naked older men who were waving him over, “I'd better go sir.”
Mike watched the muscular younger man walk away. When Cody reached the table where the older men were sitting, Mike saw one of the older men groped the waiter’s well muscular ass through the thin white uniform pants. Mike was disgusted and felt embarrassed for the waiter. However, Cody showed no reaction and just stood there taking the men’s drink orders while his ass was groped and fondled.
“Mike, how did you sleep last night,” Xavier Pompeii, the manager, approached and sat in a chair by Mike’s lounge chair.
“I sleep ok,” Mike knew he looked a mess and tired.
“Jet lag can be exhausting. I hope you are enjoying your stay,” the manager takes in Mike’s shredded bare torso.
“I probably need to leave soon,” Mike tried to leave without a scene.
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. I hope everything is satisfactory,” the man openly staring down Mike’s muscular long legs.
“Yeah, I just don’t think the resort fit my tastes well,” Mike looked as an overweight naked man walked by.
“I see. However, as I explained when we were making the arrangements, the plane only comes to the island once a week to bring and take guests,” the manager signals to Cody to bring Mike another drink.
“Oh, I see,” Mike doesn’t remember being told that but he started to feel the effects of the drink. He felt mellow and relaxed.
“Why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself,” the manager handed Mike the second drink when Cody brought the drink over. “Here, have another cold drink and enjoy the nice calming breeze and warm relaxing sun.”
Mike found he was too tired to protest and took the drink from the older man’s hand.
“Lay on your stomach and I put some lotion on your back for you. We don’t want that fantasy body of your to burn. The sun here can be very bright,” the manager took a bottle of lotion from Cody.
Mike felt so good and relaxed that he didn’t protest, he just flipped over on to his back on the lounge chair. Xavier briefly admired Mike’s wide, chisel back.
“Good, boy,” Xavier whispered as he squeezed some lotion on to his hands and started to apply it to Mike’s muscles.
2021-07-10 01:59:40 +0000 UTC
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As soon as the two defensive line men saw the skinny short nerd, who was tutoring them, they ran over to him like loyal puppies.
“Man, we passed the exam,” Bruce, the shorter of the two football players, said in excitement.
“That’s great,” Neil replied as he took in the two muscular football players’ packed uniforms. He hasn't seen the two jocks in their gear this close before. He started to get a hard on in his jeans.
“It's all because of you, we couldn’t have done it without you” Trey the 6’6” tackler chimed in.
“Not really, you both have it in you. I just helped you focus,” Neil tried to hide his growing cock.
“Naw, man, with that focus technique you used, really helped, man,” Bruce stood so close to Neil, that the gay nerd could smell his cologne and sweat. It was making him even hornier.
Neil looked around and noticed the field was clearing out from practice and they were in a concluded area of the field. Plus the two football players’ wide backs would block anyone's views.
Neil leaned in and whispered, “dumb jocksluts.”
Instantaneously, the faces of both muscle bound jocks went blank, “we are good dumb jocksluts.”
“Flex for me,” Neil looked around nervously.
On command, Bruce and Trey raised their arms and flexed their massive biceps. The outline of their cocks in their tight football pants grew. The nerd stepped closer and gripped each crotch in his hands.
“It turns you both on so much when you obey me, doesn’t it,” Neil whispered as he rubbed and squeezed their hard cocks through their uniform.
“Fffuck, yeah,” Bruce moaned through his clenched teeth. His eyes were closed and his handsome face was showing pure bliss.
“Feel soo ggood to obey,” Trey also moaned.
“Take me someplace private in the stadium so I can fuck both of you,” Neil looked around again to make sure no one saw them.
“Yes, master,” both masculine alpha jocks responded.
They then lead him off the field. As he followed, Neil admired the two football players’ large muscular asses. The gold football pants fully displayed the roundness of each jock’s oversized bubble asses, and thick, powerful hamstrings. The spandex football pants were so tight and thin, Neil could make out their jockstraps. Thanks to Neil it was the only underwear both studs wear now. The little gay nerd had been hynpotraining each jock to focus better in classes and on the field. However, he was also, as a side benefit, turning the two straight, alpha jocks into obedient sex slaves. He mostly tutored them separately and after each session he would fuck their mouths and then their sexy asses.
Once inside the field house, Bruce led them into a supply closet, “I use to fuck the cheerleaders in here after games.”
Once inside the small storage room, Neil ordered both jocks on to their knees. The two football players obeyed instantly. “Suck my cock,” Neil ordered as he placed a hand behind their heads.
They both fobbed with their big hands as they zipped his jeans zipper and pulled them down. The nerd’s long, impressive cock popped free. Each straight jock stared briefly at it. During the last few weeks, Neil had reprogrammed each jock to view his cock as the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. They need to worship and service it as if it was the most important thing in their lives. Trey was the first to lean in and licked his tongue over the large mushroom shaped head. They began to take turns licking and sucking his cock. He was guiding their heads on and off his cock. He was so turned on as he heard them gag and slob on his thick meat. He guided their heads so that his cock slid between their handsome masculine faces. As they shared his cock, their lips touched and the two masculine jocks virtually kissed with only his cock between them.
Neil pulled the two obedient jocks off his cock. Trey had his cellphone tucked into the waistband of his football pants. Neil took the phone and opened the camera. “Stand up and take off each other’s uniforms,” Neil ordered as he started to record his two jock slaves.
The two jocks stood up and began to undress each other. They peeled off each other’s jerseys and then unfastened and lifted up their shoulder pads. Their bodies were ripped, buffed and smooth. Neil loved their thick, hard muscles, glistening with sweat from their recent practice. He filmed them as they unlaced each other’s football pants and peeled down their massive legs. Their thighs were huge and powerful, with thick cords of shredded muscles. They kicked off their cleats. As they were about to remove each other's jockstraps, he stopped them. They just stood there obediently in their knee high red socks and jockstraps. Their cocks were bulging and filled out each pouch.
“Turn around. Then bend over and spread your fat ass cheeks,” he ordered as he continued to record.
Neil had programmed them to jack off when they watched the videos he made on their phones. Both mindless jocks turned and bent over. Their huge ass cheeks were shaved smooth and as they reached their large hands behind them and spread their cheeks, revealing their smooth tight holes. Their asses were so perfect as both were framed by their jockstraps.
“Beg me to fuck you,” Neil ordered.
“Please fuck me,” Trey groaned.
“No, me first, fuck me,” Bruce begged.
It was such a turn on as the two straight jocks begged and humiliated themselves.
Trey reached back and slapped his meaty golden tanned ass, “ please fuck my dumb jock pussy.”
“No, fuck me, I’m a good jock slut,” Bruce slitty wiggles his hairless ass.
Neil decided to reward both of his slutty jocks. He pushed a finger into each jock’s hole. The jocks let out deep low moans. He loosed their holes and squeezed in a second finger. He spread and wiggle his fingers in their asses, causing both jocks to moan and groan like whores in heat. After pushing in three then four fingers into each jock’s ass holes, he decided on fucking Trey first. He pulled out of their holes and ordered Bruce on his knees in front of his friend and teammate. He ordered Bruce to pull out Trey’s cock from the jockstrap and suck him. As Bruce wrapped his lips around Trey’s cock, Neil grabbed Trey’s large, powerful hips and pushed into the taller football player’s hole. Feeling Neil’s cock stretching him open and pushed deeper into his jock pussy, Trey grabbed his teammates head and began to fuck Bruce’s mouth. In return Bruce hungrily worked his lips around Trey’s cock. While Neil pounded Trey’s ass, Trey fuck Bruce’s throat. Neil leaned in and whispered into Trey’s right ear, “cum jocksluts.” Trey yelled loud and grabbed Bruce’s head. Without control of himself, he came hard down his friend's throat. Bruce tried desperately to gulp down the load after load down his throat. Trey’s ass muscles clamped down on Neil’s cock, deep inside his ass, and began to milk it. Neil grunted and came deep inside his jockslave. Bruce quickly followed and came inside his own jockstrap.
2021-07-09 02:05:04 +0000 UTC
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Paradise island-Resurrection
The resort now feels like home to Mike. He doesn’t miss cold London and when he does travel off the island for photo shoots he is eager to get back. The resort management doesn’t worry that Mike would try to run off as they do with some of the newer, unbroken, high spirited staff. All of his needs were taken care of by the resort management. They do all the thinking for him and all he has to do is obey and pleasure the resort’s rich male guests. He doesn’t even miss fucking women anymore. When he was a model and playboy he was fucking a different woman each night. They loved his hot muscular body. Now however, the only pussy he cares about is his own.
It wasn’t always the case. Mike was lured to the island, like many other younger, muscular men. He wasn’t that surprised when he received the invite for a free stay at the exclusive resort in the Mediterranean. He was a successful male model and a rising social media influencer. Businesses often gave him free things so he could promote them to his online followers.
When he arrived on the island paradise, Mike was greeted by a dignified middle aged man, who introduced himself as Mr. Xavier Pompeii, the resort manager. The older man was well dressed yet overweight. Mike had little tolerance for people who don't take care of themselves.
“I’m so glad you accepted our invitation. We are trying to attract younger clientele to our resort,” as the man talked he kept staring at Mike’s fit, tight body.
“It's definitely a beautiful island,” Mike was actually amazed how beautiful the island was.
“Yes, we are surrounded by lavish beaches and crystal clear ocean. There are numerous hidden grottoes, cravens and inlets. We even have ruins of a palace villa dating back to the Caesars,” the man went on and on about everything the island offered.
As they walked through the luxury hotel lobby, a younger man approached them with a tray of wine glasses. The waiter was handsome and very muscular. His white uniform, which consisted of thin white pants that hugged his thick legs and a thin shirt that was half button revealing his smooth, large pecs. Mike graciously took one of the glasses and took a slip.
“We make the wine here on the island, actually. We even grow grapes and produce the wine here on the island. The vines and special process are said to trace back to the Roman Empire. It even was said that the emperors built the palace here just so they can enjoy the sweet wine,” the manager smiled as Mike drank the wine.
“It's very good,” Mike liked the fruity, sweet wine. He never tasted anything like that before. His body felt warm and relaxed as he slipped the wine.
As they walked through the grand resort, Mike noticed that most of the guests were older men. He thought it was odd, but when he continued to slip the wine, all concerns merely faded.
The manager finally showed Mike his room and Mike was impressed. The suite was two rooms, a large bedroom with a king size bed and an even larger living room area. The windows opened up onto a balcony that looked out onto the eastern beach and the Roman villa high on the island's largest hill. On a table between the living and bed areas, was a chilled bottle of the wine. As Mike took in the lavish, spacious suite, he suddenly became visibly tired.
“Look like you need some rest, the flight can be very long and tiresome” Mr. Pompeii said in a concerned voice. Actually Mike started to find the man’s voice calming and relaxing.
“Yeah, I do feel pretty tired,” Mike responded as he felt so overwhelmingly sleepy.
As soon as Xavier left the suite, Mike undressed out of his designer clothes and laid on the large bed in only his black Versace briefs. The bed felt so comfortable that he fell deeply asleep.
As he laid on his stomach, Mike began to dream that he wasn’t alone in the bedroom. He felt men’s hands touching his muscular legs. As they worked their hands up his legs, groping him, he spread his legs, inviting them to explore further up his powerful thighs. In his dreams he tried to tell the men he was straight, but they continued to grope and felt him up. Their hands were strong and rough, not delicate and soft like a woman’s. He felt them pulling off his underwear. He again tried to protest, but they told him to relax and he found himself falling deeper under their control. Their voices were so calming. They whispered into his ears, as their tongues licked his earlobes, “only men can truly appreciate your body. All of your hard work needed to be worshipped in ways only another man can. All you needed to do is to submit, and let other men take care and use you.” Over and over the voice told him to submit and serve. He could feel his muscular ass cheeks being spread. He clutched the silk sheets as he felt a thickness pushed into his tight virgin hole. However, instead of any pain, he felt only pleasure. Intense, pure pleasure.
The next morning Mike awoke naked on the bed. His underwear which he had on when he fell asleep was laying on the floor. As he lifted himself up from bed, he noticed that he had came in his sleep. He was laying in a pool of his own cum.
To be continued
2021-07-08 02:08:46 +0000 UTC
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To Protect and Serve and Obey
Officer McGregor was sitting in his police cruiser at his usual speed trap, at an intersection, as he was on every Tuesday. He was bored and couldn’t wait to get off his shift so he could bang the hot waitress who served him lunch at the local restaurant. The pretty blonde was swooning as he flirted with her and flexed his huge biceps and forearms. She was in awe of his forearm veins as they popped and expanded. When the waitress brought him his check, she had written her number on it and told the muscular cop to call her.
McGregor was thinking about the hot waitress as a stretched limousine ran the red light at the intersection. McGregor hit the siren and pulled out. There were never limousines in his town. Although it is not a small town, there aren’t many that could afford one. The black limo pulled over and McGregor pulled his patrol car behind it. He stepped out of his car and walked up to the driver’s window. He made sure he looked intimidating as he walked with his right hand resting on the gun belt close to his gun. It wasn’t hard for him to appear intimidating. His uniform, even with his bulletproof vest, showed off his muscular, shredded body. Officer McGregor was proud being in his uniform. The uniform pants and the shirt short sleeves fit him perfectly. He exhumed an air of cockiness as he approached the car. However, he was surprised by what he saw of the driver. The driver was huge, a body of a pro bodybuilder. The driver wore a chauffeur hat and little else. Around his thick neck was a bow tie like those that strippers wore. The massive torso was bare showing off the huge shoulders with thick layers of muscles, and large heavy, smooth pecs. McGregor’s eyes traveled down the driver's bare upper body, taking in the incredible abs. The driver wore only a tight pair of spandex shorts that barely contained his enormous smooth thighs. McGregor never saw someone that huge and shredded in person in his life. McGregor pulled his eyes away when he realized the driver’s hard, thick cock was clearly outlined in the tight booty shorts.
“License and regulations,” McGregor finally pulled himself away from the driver’s body.
“Yes, sir,” the driver answered in a deep masculine voice as he reached for his documents.
“Is there a problem, officer,” a voice came from the black of the limo and the tinted back passenger window lowered.
Officer McGregor approached the passenger window and placed his hand on the window seal, “your driver ran a red light.”
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Officer. It's all my fault, I instructed him to do so, to get your attention,” the older man answered and placed his hand on McGregor’s.
“Excuse me, to get my attention,” McGregor grew confused and alert.
However, he didn’t pull his hand away in time. As soon as the man touched his hand, McGregor was washed in a wave of pleasure through his muscular body. Images of himself on his knees, naked except for his gun belt around his narrow, tight waist flooded his mind. He was worshipping and servicing the older man’s thick cock. The images were replaced with other images of him laying on a soft bed. His legs were in the air as the older man knelt between his muscular legs and pushed his cock into McGregor’s tight hole. McGregor let out a low deep moan as his cock when rock hard in his tight uniform pants. He could literally feel the thickness of the cock inside his ass as he stood motionlessly as the stranger moved his hand up the cop's veiny forearm.
“What is your first name, Officer McGregor,” the man asked as he stroked the police officer's forearm.
“Brian, sir,” McGregor moaned.
“Get into the car, Brian,” the stranger opened the car door.
Without any concern, Brian got into the back of the limo. The car was spacious as Brian started to slide into the seat beside the automobile owner.
“No, Officer. On your knees,” the older man pointed to the floor between his legs.
The tough, alpha cop didn’t protest as he slid on to the carpeted floorboard between the man’s legs.
“Good Officer,” the stranger then opened his pants and pulled out a thick, hard cock. “Now Officer, you must protect and serve.” The stranger took his cock and stroked it against Brian’s bearded face.
“Protect and serve,” Brian mumbled as he felt the cock head against his face.
“Protect and serve and obey,” the man smiled as he reached out and ran his hand through the cop’s brown hair.
“Protect, serve, and obey,” officer Brian McGregor whispered as he opened his mouth and took his first cock.
He found himself unable to stop himself from working it down his virgin throat. He never sucked a cock in his life, yet the images flooding his mind displayed exactly how to pleasure the older man. The man’s foot stretched out and began to rub McGregor’s packed crotch. The man was wearing expensive black shoes, and Brian felt the shoe’s hardness against his vulnerable crotch and balls. Yet his cock was still throbbing and even began to leak through his briefs. He groaned over the thick cock in his throat as the man’s foot moved between his legs and rubbed his hole through the tight uniform. Officer Brian McGregor continued to bob his head on and off the thick cock. He wrapped his lips tightly around the cock while working his tongue over the thick stalf. He found himself relaxing his throat muscles as he took it down to the base. The older man was guiding his head on and off the cock with a fist of Brian hair. The stranger pulled McGregor off his cock. A long thin line of drool ran from the straight cop’s mouth to the older man’s cock head. McGregor reached down and unzipped his uniform pants and fished out his rock hard cock. He looked down helplessly as the stranger’s shoe foot began to play and tease his sensitive cock. All the cockiness was gone as the man once again grabbed his hair and pulled the tough muscular cop’s head back down on the cock. This time, when the man pushed all the way down McGregor’s throat, he paused and held the cop’s head tight. McGregor couldn’t breathe but despite his larger muscles and strength, Brian didn’t fight. Suddenly he felt the man’s seed come in waves after waves down his throat. He found himself swallowing the load after load. He didn’t even realize, as the man was coming, he was cumming as well. His cock was jerking and throbbing as he came on his dark tight uniform. Before Officer McGregor finish coming and licked the stranger’s cock clean, the older man slipped him a business card and told him to go there after his shift is over.
When officer Brian McGregor returned to his cruiser, he felt so blissfully relaxed. He sat in the patrol car and watched the limousine pulling away. He didn’t remember why he had pulled the car over. The limo owner was so nice that it didn’t matter what the driver did. He let them leave without even a warning. Brian was about to pull the cruiser onto the road when he looked down and saw his cock sticking out from his uniform pants’ fly. His cock and uniform was covered in cum. He had no idea how his cock got out of his pants and how and when he came. However, he found his first thought was that he hoped the limousine driver or the car owner hadn’t seen his cock and mess. Then all concerns about his exposed cock faded. He didn’t even care about his mess. He found himself wrapping his large, strong fist around his once again hard cock and began to jack off. He closed his eyes and imagined himself getting fucked down his throat and up the ass by the stranger. He was so turned on. He moaned loud and lifted his muscular ass from the cruiser’s seat as he shot his load into the sky. After he came down from his post orgasm high, he began to clean up his mess. Brian licked his hands clean, and then wiped the cum from the dashboard with his hand, and eagerly ate his cock. Finally when everything was clean, except for his stained uniform pants, he put his cock back into his pants. Officer McGregor had no more thought about the waitress, instead he found himself making plans to go to the address the man had instructed him to go to.
2021-07-07 01:26:33 +0000 UTC
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A Family Affair
Every 4th of July, Uncle Albert and Auntie Lucile throw a big party at the family home. Anyone who anyone was invited. I pulled up to the elegant front door of the grand southern mansion in my Mercedes convertible. As soon as I stopped, a valet quickly came to my car door and opened it. I got out of the car and tossed the keys to the valet. I could tell the kid was in awe of the car. I smiled to myself and walked into the 150 year old mansion. It radiated old southern money and prestige. I walked through the grand rooms and out onto the terraces. Most of the guests were old money, or those that were lucky enough to latch on to the family’s coattails. I received a lot of respectful nods from the guests and whispers behind my back. I just smiled as I proceeded through the house. I was used to the whispers but due to my position I didn’t care.
“Mr. David, glad to see you,” Garrod’s approached me with a tray of wine glasses.
“Garrod, I see that Albert and Lucile are keeping you busy,” I laughed as I took a wine glass from the tray.
“Oh, yes, sir,” Garrod laughed. “It's so nice to see you here.”
Garrod has been working for the family for years. He was a loyal servant and confidant for the family.
“Looks like another stuffy family affair,” I laughed as I took a slip of the overpriced French wine.
Garrod laughed, “oh yes, sir.”
I continued to walk through the pool area. Several of the younger generation had stripped out of their stuffy preppy clothes and to the disappointment of their parents were jumping into the pool. Two cousins ran past me in just their wet boxers, with their mother scolding behind them. They were star athletes at big southern universities, with strong athletic bodies. They were laughing as they ran, avoiding running into anyone. They slowed their run when they passed me.
“Excuse us, Uncle Dave.” “Sorry, Uncle Dave,” they both spoke before taking off running into the house as their mother approached, scolding them.
I wasn’t their uncle, but anyone who was an older male in the family was called uncle by the younger cousins. I laughed as they ran away. I couldn’t help but check out their muscular jock ass's in their wet boxers.
When I reached the end of the pool area, I noticed the guest of honor. Logan was the center of attention as he stood in his marine corp dress blues, with his white cap tucked under his arm. He was the family’s pride and joy. He stood there smiling with a girl on each arm. The girls were looking up at him awestruck. He had the family handsomeness and arrogance. His cockiness radiated from him. The uniform fit him perfectly, showing off his muscular tight body under it. His hair was cut in the marine high and tight style. I had to admit I missed his hair. I remember grabbing his then longer hair numerous times while he wrapped his pouting lips around my cock or when I fuck his sweet ass.
His father, the Judge, had made him join the marine corp after he found Logan giving me a blow job in the family library. He thought it would make a man out of him. However, from my personal experience, the Marine Corp makes marines who can take it hard up the ass. His parents of course thought I was a bad influence on him and blamed me for leading their boy attray. However, thanks to my mother, I end up controlling most of the family’s vast wealth. It eats at my aunts and uncles that they have to gravel to me for their share of the family's old money. I took a slip of my wine and my eyes met Logan’s. I winked and Logan sheepishly smiled back at me.
Within minutes I was in the library with the doors locked. Logan was leaning over the back of the Louis XIV couch that had been in the house since the 1800’s. I came up behind him and reached around his waist. I lifted his dress uniform jacket and undid his pants, while he kicked off his spit shined black shoes. The dress blues pants fell to his knees to expose his muscular legs. I stepped back and admired the thick cords of hamstrings muscles running up the back of his legs. They were powerful and thick. His tight briefs were peeking out from under his tunic jacket’s tails. I lifted the jacket tails and peeled down the white briefs, to expose his smooth, round ass. Just looking at the two large round glutes made me rock hard. I opened my pants and pulled out my hard cock. In appreciation, he grabbed the back of the antique couch with his white gloved hands. I spread his firm tight ass cheeks and aimed my cock at his tight marine hole. I then spit on his hole and roughly pushed into him. Logan grunted as I pushed deep into his Marine pussy. His 6” cock was rock hard and throbbing as I pushed deeper into him. When his hole got used to my thickness I began to thrust in and out of him. I grabbed hold of his ears as I rammed his prostate. He was moaning as I pounded deeper and harder in and out of him, encouraging me to fuck him harder. He was pushing back toward each of my thrusts begging for more. I reached under him and undid his jacket belt.
I then pulled out of his ass and flipped him on his back on the antique couch. He quickly undid the buttons of his tunic jacket and pulled it off his torso. His wifebeater t-shirt was tight over his large pecs and washboard abs. I grabbed hold of his wifebeater and ripped it open, revealing his chisel body and the marine corp emblem tattoo on his left pec. I laughed to myself, his father would absolutely disapprove of the tattoo. He leaned back on the couch as I lifted his right leg on my shoulders while he wrapped his left leg around my waist. I grabbed his uniform hat off the couch beside him and put it on his head. He was only wearing his socks, white gloves, and cap. I then pushed my cock back into his marine pussy. I love watching the tough marine take my cock as I pounded in and out of him. I saw the pure ecstasy in his eyes as I rammed in and out of him. His cock was slapping against his hard abs each time I pounded into him. Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He reached back and grabbed the back of the couch and moaned. He threw his head back and arched his back and shot his load. Long ropes of cum shot over his abs and chest, landing on his handsome, chisel face. When he came, his ass muscles gripped my cock like a vice and spasmed around it, milking me. I quickly followed and filled his marine pussy with my seed. When I pulled out of him, I scooped up some of his cum from his smooth pecs and face and made him lick my fingers clean.
I had left the room first as he redressed into his uniform. When he emerged at the pool side, he once again was back in his dress blues, looking like the proud marine. His parents were continuing doting over him. They had no idea that under his uniform, he had my load up his marine ass.
2021-07-06 02:22:09 +0000 UTC
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2021-07-05 20:06:43 +0000 UTC
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Craig walked through the back door into his kitchen with his friend Preston following. The two friends were shirtless and sweaty from their afternoon game of basketball.
“Want a beer,” Craig asked as he headed toward the refrigerator.
“Sure, man. Where are your wife and the boys,” Preston asked as he looked around the kitchen.
Craig tossed his taller, tattooed friend a cold beer from the frig, “She left and took the boys with her.”
“Man, I’m sorry to hear that. You and Loran seemed pretty happy. What happened,”. Preston asked concerned as he opened the beer and drank from the can.
“Yeah, she found me with the neighbor,” Craig took a sip of his beer.
“Dude, are you serious? Man, must be a pretty hot ass to lose a babe like your wife over,” Preston took another sip from his drink.
Turning and giving a small laugh, Craig whispered, “I think so.”
“Wow, I think the beer went to my head,” Preston suddenly felt dizzy and gripped the countertop to support his 6’7 frame. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
“You alright man,” Craig put down his beer.
“Yess,” Preston replied with a drone, emotionlessly voice. His eyes grew dull and blank. The bearded stud stood with his mouth open as if he was trying to speak but his mind was unable to process anything to come out.
“Relax, buddy,” Craig put down his beer and pulled down his shorts. Walking over to the phone in only his jockstrap, Craig made a call. His smooth ass was tight and firm as it stood framed by the pure white jockstrap.
“Yes, master, he is ready. Yes, sir, by your command,” Craig then hung up the phone and walked back to his friend.
Preston still was just standing there swaying on his powerful long legs, staring straight ahead. Craig hooked his fingers into Preston’s shorts and pulled them down. The tall, muscular stud was wearing a pair of black briefs that hugged an impressive cock. He couldn’t move or protest as his friend continued to peel the briefs down his long muscular legs. Just then the back door opened and Craig’s neighbor Jonathan came in. The older, overweight man was pleased to see Craig and his friend standing before him.
“You did very well, Craig,” he said as he stroked Craig’s hairy chest.
“Thank you, sir,” Craig felt proud and aroused by his master’s approval. He moaned at the older man’s touch. It was Jonathan that Loran had found her straight masculine husband in bed with. The older man was fucking the muscular construction worker right on the bed Craig and Loran shared. He had his smooth ass in the air, head buried in the pillows moaning as the neighbor fucked his ass over and over. Craig didn’t even run after his wife when she stormed out of the bedroom crying.
The master turned his attention to Preston, “you are right, he is definitely a hot stud.”
“What your name,” he addressed Preston while stroking his smooth, large pecs.
“Preston,” he responded as he stared straight ahead.
“From now on you will address me as master or sir. When you obey and serve me you will become very aroused. The more you obey the more submissive and turned on you become,” Jonathan ran his hand down the chisel abs to Preston’s impressive cock. He gripped it in his hand and felt it grow hard. “Understand?”
“Yes master,” Preston moaned as his 8” cock grew full mast.
“Good boy. Both of you on your knees,” the master undid his pants and pulled them down.
His cock was thick and hard as he watched the two former alpha males kneeling before him. “Craig, show Preston the proper way to serve a master's cock.”
“Yes, master,” Craig replied.
The two muscular friends shared his cock, licking and taking turns sucking it. Craig was guiding Preston on and off the cock. As the two best friends licked and kissed up his stalf, their lips wrapped around it and touched each other’s, kissing for the first time. Jonathan grabbed both men’s heads and pulled them on and off his cock. He loved hearing the two masculine studs gagging and coughing as he took turns pounding the back of their throats. All along their cocks were rock hard. Craig was looking up at him in devotion, wanting approval.
Jonathan had enjoyed breaking Craig. The married homophobic construction worked made it clear he didn’t like Jonathan and it only made the gay man more determined to take him. He waited until Loran was out of town visiting her parents, before he laid his plan. While Craig was at work, Jonathan sneaked into his house and pinched Craig’s beer with a syringe of his mind control drug. Jonathan had experimented on the drug for many years before getting it perfect. He had tested it on numerous younger men, including a muscular tough fireman, with great success. He knew Craig like a beer or two after he got off work. He was almost drooling as he saw Craig come home that evening, in his tight wife beater, worn jeans, and heavy work boots. Jonathan waited an hour before he quietly sneaked back into Craig’s house. He smiled when he saw the arrogant stud standing in only his boxer briefs in the kitchen, his eyes glazed over and mind blank. Jonathan couldn’t resist pulling Craig’s underwear down and bending the muscle stud over the countertop. The ass was so tight and felt so good. For the rest of the week, Jonathan proceeded to reprogram the tough alpha male into the perfect obedient, fuck toy. Although Craig was allowed to keep his slightly hairy chest, his crotch and ass, including his hole was kept smooth. He didn’t protest as his manhood was permanently waxed off. He now thinks only about pleasing his master. He didn’t care when his wife walked in on him getting fucked on their bed. All he cared about was how good his master’s cock feels inside him. When he saw Preston, the tall beard, smooth pecs construction worker, sweating during an intense one on one basketball game with Craig, Jonathan knew he would be the perfect next test subject for his drug.
Just the memories and thought of having both sexy alpha construction workers under his control, sent Jonathan over the edge. He couldn’t hold out. He grabbed both men’s heads and shot his load onto their masculine faces. They obediently licked his cock clean, and then each other’s face. They will never waste his precious cum.
2021-07-01 01:12:12 +0000 UTC
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Fresh Meat part 7
Before the appointed time, Alex showered thoroughly to make sure he was clean inside and out. He then took his razor and removed any hair grown from the neck down. After checking himself in the mirror one last time, and flexing, he pulled on a pure white jockstrap. Lastly he took a tube of lube and squeezed a generous amount of lube in his hole. At the appointment time, Alex knelt on his knees in front of his apartment door, with his muscular arms placed behind back. Right on the dot of the scheduled time, there was a knock on his apartment door.
In this deep, masculine voice, Alex called out, “come in, master.”
The door to his apartment opened and a plain, middle aged man entered. He was instantly awestruck at seeing Alex kneeling before him. Alex’s muscles were pumped and shredded.
“You are sexier in person then I realize,” the stranger moved closer and gently ran his hair through Alex’s blonde hair. “You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir,” Alex replied as the man ran his hand down the jock’s masculine face and began to trace Alex’s sexy lips with his finger.
Looking up at the older man, the once dominant alpha jock obediently opened his mouth and began to suck on the stranger’s finger.
“So hot,” the man whispered as he moved his finger in and out of Alex’s mouth.
“Flex for me.”
Still sucking on the man’s finger, Alex lifted his arms and flexed his massive biceps.
The man squeezed one of Alex’s large biceps with his free hand, feeling the roundness and hardness of the large muscles. Both Alex and the stranger were hard. Alex was getting turned on by being worshipped. The stranger pulled his hands away from Alex and unzipped his pants. As the older man pulled his cock out, Alex continued flexing his hard torso and powerful arms. The stranger then grabbed Alex arms and put them behind his blonde head, causing the jock to further flex his biceps and massive horseshoe cut triceps. When Alex's eyes fell apart on the stranger’s cock, he obediently opened his mouth and began to worship it. As his head bobbed up and down on the man’s cock, the subliminal messages from Fresh Meat played over in his head. His perfect sexy muscles are for this. His muscular body was to please other men’s cocks. The man was running his hands down Alex’s massive arms and shoulders, as the jock took his entire cock down his tight throat. Alex knew he was nothing but a muscle play thing, and he loved it. His cock, trapped in the tight jockstrap,was rock hard and leaking.
“My god, you are such a good cocksucker,” the stranger moaned as he grabbed Alex’s head again, fucking the back of the Adonis’s mouth. “I want to fuck you so bad,” the man said almost out of breath. He willed himself to pull out of Alex’s mouth, “get on your bed.”
Alex obeyed and stood up. He was three inches taller than the man and outweighs him by twenty pounds of muscle, but Alex felt inferior as he laid on his back and lifted his smooth powerful legs. He looked like a cheap whore with his muscular legs in the air and his smooth hungry jockpussy peeking out from under the jockstrap. The man admired Alex’s massive pecs as they rose and fell as he breathed and the chisel sculpted 8 pack flexing with each breath. The stranger grabbed Alex’s thick defined calves and placed them on his small shoulders. He then kissed each quarterback’s smooth tan calves as he aimed his cock at Alex’s jock hole.
“Ugh, Fffuck,” Alex moaned as he was penetrated for the first time by a real cock.
“You are so tight,” the man grunted as he pushed deeper and hard.
“Feel so good,” Alex groaned. He was feeling only pleasure as the man eased out and thrusted back into him. Alex’s cock was rock hard as it bounced against his rock hard abs. He grabbed the sheets in ecstasy as he flexed his ass muscles around the cock, pulling it deeper into him.
“Damn, you are a hungry muscle slut aren’t you,” the man moaned breathlessly.
The stranger fucked Alex harder just to keep up with the lust filled jock.
“You such a good whore, aren’t you,” the man rammed into Alex.
“Milk my cock, jockslut,” the more vocal the man became and the more he tried to humiliate Alex, the more turned on Alex got..
“Fffuck. Yes, breed me, breed my jock boy pussy,” Alex groaned loud.
Alex wrapped his powerful, long legs around the man, pulling him deeper inside him. The room was filled with the sounds of the two men moaning and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Feeling the thick cock up his tight ass was too much for the tough quarterback. He arched his back and moaned loud. He shot his load high in the air and it flew across his sweaty torso and landed on his masculine handsome face. Feeling the ass muscles flex and spasming around his cock sent the older man over the edge. The man came deep inside the muscle jock’s ruined ass. When the man recovered, he pulled out of the deflowered jock. Alex used the sheets to wipe down his cock as he watched the older man redress. The man looked at the sexy jock and laughed. Alex was at first confused why the man was laughing. The man then leaned toward him and used his hand to wipe cum off Alex’s face. Alex then obediently licked his own cum from the stranger’s hand.
“Good boy,” the man stood up.
“Thank you, master.”
Later when Alex signed into Fresh Meat he discovered he earned $5,000 from tips on a single night and for his time with the older man. He also received a message telling him that he can earn even more by referrals. Without any second thought he copied the link and sent it to his younger brother, who was a star wrestler. He always wanted the best for his little brother and knew that Fresh Meat is the best thing for him. Brad was everything like Alex, cocky, arrogant, a walking muscle god. Alex knew he would be very popular with the site’s audience.
2021-06-30 01:29:54 +0000 UTC
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Fresh Meat Part 6
Alex returned to his apartment still horny despite cumming only 30 minutes before after sucking off a stranger in the gym restroom. On the floor by his bed was the boxed prostate massager. Alex opened the box and held the rubber device in his hand. One end was thick and the other end was a small rubber antenna. He pulled off his gym clothes and laid on the bed in just his jockstrap, as he read the instructions. His interest peaked when he read on how to connect it to websites. The massager can be activated each time he receives a like from a viewer. Alex grabbed his computer and logged into Fresh Meat. He found it hard to follow the instructions but he did his best. Each day Alex felt like he was getting dumber but he couldn’t bring himself to feel concerned. Finally, he configured both the site and massager to sync. He then started a cam session. This time when the spiral and flashes began Alex’s mind was open and blank enough to make out words, pictures, and videos in the flashes.
Obedience is pleasure
Pleasure is obedience
Good jock’s obey
It feel good to be dumb and horny
It good to be fucked by men
Over and over the words flashed before his mind. There were videos and pictures of muscular younger men getting fucked and used. Among them was Brody with his thick rugby legs on a man’s shoulders while getting ass fucked and Jamel on his knees, his thick lips around another man’s cock.
Alex’s cock was throbbing and a line of drool ran down his chin when the cam room loaded. The chat box quickly filled with comments and likes when Alex began to flex his hard pumped muscles.
“Looking sexy.”
“Man, you look so dumb and hot.”
Alex lifted the prostate massager and showed his audience. They loved it.
“Yeah baby.”
“Push it up your jock pussy.”
“That’s a good bitch boy.”
Alex stood up and pulled down his jockstrap. His jock popped out and slapped his smooth crotch.
“Love the smooth body.”
“All jock boys need to be smooth.”
“Body hair is only for real men, not fuck boys.”
Alex turned and walked to his bed, making sure to flex his muscle packed ass.
“That is a beautiful ass.”
The comments were turning him on so much. He got on to his hands and knees on the bed. He lubed the thick end of the massager and reached behind himself. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes as he pushed it into his tight hole. Once it was inside him, he activated it.
“Oh fuck,” Alex moaned as the first like sent a shock against his prostate.
“Damn,” he yelled again as another wave hit him.
He buried his face into the bed and his fist clenched the sheets as his fans kept hitting the like and tip buttons. He started to grind and hump the bed as waves of pleasure shot through him. His moans and cries grew louder as the likes and tips increased. He was literally fucking his bed as his ass flexed and spasmed in the air. Sweat ran over his shredded muscular body. Muscles were bulging and veins were pumped. His blonde hair was matted to his forehead. He couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a loud groan and without touching his rock hard cock he shot his load on to the bed.
Collapsing onto the bed, he begged his audience, “please stop!”
Tears ran down his eyes as he begged, but the audience continued to hit the like and tip button. His cock swallowed back to full mast only after seconds from just cumming. Everytime he tried to pull the massager out, the waves of pleasure made him grab the sheets in ecstasy. In the upper right hand corner on the screen, Alex, though his lust hazed eyes, made out the tip count rising. $200, to $500, then $600, $700, $800. Seeing the amount continue to rise, within minutes he came again. Finally he was able to pull out the massager. He pulled it out with a pop from his ruined pussy and he collapsed on the bed, his muscle packed ass in the air. His impressive cock and balls were drained.
“Hot.”
“He an incredible muscle slut”
“I want him.”
The comments continued.
There was a private message chime and Alex lifted his head. He weakly reached out to his computer and opened the message.
“Member 1023826164 had purchased a real time meeting with you this evening. He requested that you greet him at your door on your knees in only your jockstrap. You will obey and service him”
Alex's mind was empty as he reached out and typed, “Yes, master.”
2021-06-30 01:29:34 +0000 UTC
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Fresh Meat Chapter 5
It was well past noon when Alex awoke to an email saying that he had made $1,000 in tips from the night before. Just the thought of the money made him horny. He gripped his raging hard on and jerked off. He closed his eyes and began to see other jocks, like himself, and even some of his teammates and buddies getting used and fucked by older men. The images were so vivid in his mind. He made out their hard, muscular bodies flexing and covered in sweat as the older, softer men fucked their tight smooth asses. He jerked off faster and harder. Previously the thought and images would have disgusted Alex, now it got him so turned on. He lifted his hips into the air and groaned loud. Stream after stream of cum soaked his sheets. After he came down from his post orgasm high, he double checked the email to make sure he read the amount right. He read on and noticed that “a couple of viewers suggested you shave your entire body smooth, from the neck down. Our audiences prefer smooth men and it would display your sculpted muscles a lot better without annoying body hair.” Alex never wanted to shave his body hair, except for trimming his pubes when needed, but he realized the email was correct. Why bother with working out hard and getting the perfect body if only to have it covered with ugly body hair.
Alex pulled himself out of bed and walked into the shower. He wasn’t very hairy and it wouldn’t take him long he thought as he admired his sexy jock body in the mirror. He got into the shower and began to lather up his hot jock body. He then took his razor and began to shave each thick leg. From the legs he moved to his arms and chest, then down his chisel abs. He was so focused on getting himself completely smooth, especially his crotch and his muscle packed ass. His cock stayed rock hard and even throbbed when he reached his ass hole and shaved the sensitive entrance. By the time he was done, his body from the neck down was baby smooth. Every muscle was highlighted and even his cock looked bigger as it stood straight out from his bare crotch.
By then it was time for him to go to the gym. He wasn’t even thinking as he dressed. He pulled on a jockstrap up his silky smooth legs and noticed how different it felt against his bare crotch and smooth jock hole. He then pulled on a pair of black spandex compression sports, that hugged his thick thighs, hard cock, and meaty ass. Lastly he put on an oversized stringer that hung low below his huge pecs and displayed his erect nipples. He checked himself in the mirror and didn’t even question that he looked like a slutty himbo beefcake in the revealing gym clothes. When he got to the gym, he was getting a lot of stares from both men and women. He found himself loving the attention. As he worked out his cock remained hard and visible in his shorts. The new sensation of his soft clothes brushing against smooth body was such a turn on. Alex found himself stopping in mid workout and headed to the locker room. He locked himself in the bathroom stall and pulled out his hard cock.
“God I’m so fucking horny,” he whispered to himself and wrapped his fist around his cock.
Alex tried to stop himself from moaning but it was so difficult. He stroked his right hand up and down the thick staff. He used his other hand to twist his hard left nipples. He closed his eyes and bit down on his lips to keep from moaning but it was no use. He finally let out a low deep groan.
Suddenly there was a light tap on the door and a low whisper, “you need help in there.”
Panicked Alex whispered back, “no I’m good.”
“Are you sure, I’m pretty good at helping another guy out,” the older man's voice whispered.
Alex paused and then reluctantly unlocked the stall door. The short overweight man’s eyes grew wide when he saw the muscular blonde adonis standing in the stall. Alex tights shorts were peeled down to his massive thighs and his rock hard cock was poking out of the side of his jockstrap. The cock head was bright red. The man squeezed through the door and closed it behind him. Alex closed his eyes again as the stranger wrapped his fist around the thick cock and began to stroke the jock’s cock.
“Fuck, I was hoping that was you. I saw you in the weight room working out and thought you was so fucking sexy,” the man pressed close to Alex’s hard body. “Damn, you smell so good,” the man sniffed Alex’s thick muscular neck.
Alex let out another moan as the shorter man licked his neck muscles from just under his right ear to his massive trapeze muscles. He always liked it when girls kissed him there. As the man kissed and licked his neck, the stranger felt up Alex’s huge pecs. The man groped, squeezed, and fondled the thick slabs of meat. Alex felt the man’s hard cock pressing against his smooth thighs. He pulled away and to the man’s surprise, the tall muscular jock knelt before him. Without saying a word Alex pulled the man’s shorts and underwear down and engulfed the fat cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” the man moaned and grabbed Alex’s blonde head. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Alex was bobbing his head off and on the cock as the man fucked his mouth.
“I would never expect you would suck another guy’s cock,” the man groaned. “I'm usually on the giving side instead of receiving.”
The man was talking way too much. Alex didn’t want to think or talk. He kept sucking the man’s cock, using every technique that he liked on his own cock. He had a lot of experience receiving blow jobs from women and knew what felt good. He was obviously good because it didn’t take the man long to cum. The stranger pulled out and shot his load right on Alex’s face. Cum ran down the handsome chisel features of Alex’s all American face. When the first wad landed on his face, just before his left eye, Alex followed and shot his load onto the floor.
“Oh my god, you are so fucking hot,” the man whispered out of breathe. Alex remained on his knees, cum running down his handsome face. The man put away his cock and hurried out of the bathroom stall.
A part of Alex was humiliated as he stood up with cum on his face and running down his thighs. He willed himself out of the stall and cleaned himself up, before exiting the restroom. Alex was heading toward his locker to leave when he ran into Jamel and another teammate, Brody. Jamel was wearing skin tight white workout tights that revealed every muscle in his incredible legs, and a white compression shirt. The white workout gear contested with his chocolate skin. It was obvious that he wore only a jockstrap under the white tights, Brody was the University exchange student from Australia and the football team kicker. His massive rugby player legs were displayed in the short military style silkies shorts. The legs were completely smooth and displayed every chisel thick muscle.
“Hey, what up, man,” Jamel greeted Alex.
“Good, man. Just finished an awesome workout,” Alex was nervous.
“Cool, we are too. heading to the sauna,” Jamel nodded toward Brody.
It was something off about the two fellow teammates. Alex knew Jamel never wore tights. He said they are for fags, and Brody had a dazed look in his eyes. Before they could chat more, a man walked by and looked at Jamel and Brody, and headed into the sauna.
“We have to go, man,” Jamel spoke and grabbed Brody’s thick arm.
“Talk to you soon,” Brody responded as he and Jamel followed the man into the sauna.
Alex didn’t question his friends' actions. He was already horny again and headed home for his evening cam show.
2021-06-26 02:03:39 +0000 UTC
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