Brad The Happy Himbo
Brad left the gym feeling pumped and great after his three hour workout. He tried to call his daddy to pick him up from the gym, but daddy was busy and told Brad to take the bus home. Brad hated taking the bus. People on the bus were always staring at him and he feel them judging him. It was about a two miles walk home, and Brad thought it would be good cardio for him. Brad didn’t bother putting on a shirt as he walked down the street, letting the sun tan his freshly shaved body. Brad put in a lot of work on this body and likes showing it off. He knew he was turning a lot of heads as he proudly strutted. Like always after a great workout, Brad was horny. The silky material of his short shorts rubbed against his mushroom cock head and the huge, shaved thighs rubbing against each other were making him hard. Yet the dumb himbo stud didn’t had a care in the world as he continued to walk with his shorts being tented by his 4” cock. He normally would have gotten relief and his daily dose of pure protein and testosterone after his workout in the sauna or showers, but the gym was dead that day. Brad was getting desperate for cum up his well developed ass. Fortunately his wait wasn’t long. He heard whistling and cat calls from across the street. It was then that he noticed the thin, black man.
The black man crossed the street and stopped Brad, “Damn, dude, you are built like a fucking brick shithouse.” Jamel’s eyes traveled down Brad’s 5’8 body.
Brad smiled wide. He loves complements. “Thanks.”
“Damn, my girl would be envious of that shaving job of yours. Do you shave everything,” Jamel looked up and down Brad’s beefy body, and grabbed his own crotch, giving it a squeeze as he looked approvingly over the thick muscle stud.
Brad continued to smile, “yeah, everything. The shred shows up better with no hair to cover it.”
“Cool, man, cool,” Jamel licked his lips. “Man, that ass of yours is better than any chick in this hood,” Jamel whispered.
Brad’s cock was about to explode, he need to be fucked so badly.
“Bet it nice and tight,” Jamel continued as he moved closer.
“Very,” Brad looked up at the taller man.
Jamel was about 3”s taller then Brad but rail thin. Brad looked at the outline of the hard cock in the baggy shorts, and judged Jamel to be about 10 or 11 inches. All Brad could think of was how much testosterone and protein the thug could give him. It made him even hornier.
“Let go down that alley there,” Jamel nodded.
“Mmm, Damn,” Jamel whispered as he followed Brad into the alley, his eyes feasting on the huge round glutes bouncing as Brad led the way.
When they were out of sight of anyone, Brad pulled down his shorts to reveal that he wore no underwear, and leaned against the alley wall.
“Fuck, you are a horny thing,” Jamel pulled down his shorts and boxers as well to pull out his hard cock.
Jamel then split on his cock and aimed it between Brad’s muscular ass cheeks.
“Damn, that ass is prettier then any woman’s,” Jamel hissed before he grabbed Brad’s chisel waist.
While pulling Brad’s ass toward him, Jamel pushed forward.
“Fffuck,” Brad moaned as he was impaled.
“Oh, damn, you are so fucking tight. Tighter than any pussy,” Jamel groaned as he pushed deeper.
Jamel then pulled out and slammed back into the muscle stud. He felt Brad flexing his ass around his cock each time he thrusted in and out of the white muscle stud.
“Take my cock bitch,” Jamel started to thrust faster and harder, driving deeper inside Brad.
“Cum inside me. I need your cum,” Brad groaned as he clamped down on the huge cock inside him like a vice and tried to keep it inside him.
“Oh, fuck,” Jamel moaned as his cock was milked.
With a loud animal-like grunt, Jamel came deep inside Brad’s hole. It felt like forever for Jamel before he was able to stop coming and pulled out of the muscular bubble ass.
“Feel so good,” Brad moaned as he leaned against the wall, feeling the seed deep inside his hole.
“Fuck dude, you are better then any pussy. Thanks, man,” Jamel pulled his cock back into his boxers and shorts. He gave Brad’s exposed ass a slap before heading down the alley.
Brad pulled up his shorts and continued to walk home. However, the feeling of another man’s cum inside his ass made Brad horny again. He was once again walking with a noticeable hardon. As he continued to walk, a light rain started. Brad didn’t care and in fact the rain felt good on his hard, thick muscles. However, the rain picked up and turned into a downpour. His body and thin shorts were soaked. The shorts clinged to his huge ass and hard, short cock, becoming almost transparent.
A car pulled up beside him and stopped. An older man lowered the passenger side window and called out, “you need a ride, it's raining pretty hard out there.”
“Sure, thank you,” Brad gratefully replied and got into the car.
“Man, you are soaked,” the older man smiled as he looked the bodybuilder over. “I’m James,” James held out a hand.
“Thanks for giving me a ride, sir,” Brad shakes James hand.
He gave the older man his address and James started to drive down the road. “You are pretty built, are you a bodybuilder,” James asked as he stole glances at the well defined, smooth legs.
“Yes, sir, training for my first competition in a couple of months,” Brad replied with pride and flexed his huge quadruples.
“Man, you have great legs,” James looked out of the corner of his eyes.
Returning his eyes to the road, James reached over and placed his right hand on Brad’s thigh. Brad merely looked down at the older man’s hand and then spread his thick legs.
Encouraged, James began to stroke the smooth thighs, “they feel like they are made of stone.”
James moved his right hand further up the inner thigh, stroking the thick vein that ran up the inside of Brad’s leg. Brad began to breathe harder as the man’s hand reached his crotch.
“Looks like your legs aren’t the only thing that is hard,” James laughed. “The rain is getting heavier, so we better pull over until the rain passes.”
“Sounds cool,” Brad responded.
James pulled into a secluded spot and parked the car. He then turned slightly and placed right hand behind Brad’s wide, mountainous shoulders to gently stroke the thick traps. James then reached his left hand over and placed it on the younger man’s huge chest.
“You are very beautiful,” James whispered as he felt Brad's pecs.
“Thank you, sir,” Brad moaned as his cock head pushed out from his shorts’ lining and poked out of his shorts left leg hole.
James moved his hands lower, tracing the deep valleys of Brad’s chisel abs. When his hands reached Brad’s shorts, he started to stroke and rube the thick tube through the silky shorts. The sensation of the material against his cock, made Brad’s cock drool on to his smooth left thigh. James then leaned his head down and licked Brad’s left nipple. Brad moaned as he felt the tongue flick and lick his sensitive nipple while James squeezed and fondle his throbbing cock. Sensing that the beautiful muscle god beside him was a born submissive, James then pulled his hand away from Brad’s hard cock and began to undo his own pants. Once he freed his hard cock, he pulled his head away from Brad’s large nipples. He smiled and gently stroked the bodybuilder’s thick neck. Brad let out a low purr as James guided his head down toward the exposed cock. The bodybuilder obediently opened his mouth and take the cock into his mouth. The hot mouth felt so good on James cock, as he stroked Brad’s brown hair.
“Damn, you have a talented mouth,” James leaned his head back against the back of the car seat, enjoying the blow job.
James ran his right hand down Brad’s wide shoulders and smooth, flawless back. He traced the shredded layers of ripped muscles, worshipping how perfect they are. James amazed how someone so masculine built, looking like a god chisel in marble, could be such a good, obedient cocksucker. He reached his hand further down and into the little silkies shorts, causing the big bodybuilder to wiggle his ass. James smirked as he felt the cum from Jamel that leaked out of Brad’s hole.
“You a slutty muscle whore aren’t you,” James laughed.
Brad groaned over the cock and nodded his head yes. That sent James over the edge. His hand pushed against the back of Brad’s head while pushing his cock as fall down the bodybuilder’s throat as he could. Holding Brad’s head as tight as possible he thrusted his hips forward and came deep in the stud’s mouth. Brad in return greedy sucked the cum down, swallowing every drop. James came so much that Brad couldn’t swallow it all, it ran out of his mouth and down James’ cock’s shaft. When James couldn’t come anymore, he let go of Brad’s head and allowed the bodybuilder to breathe. By then it had stopped raining. As James pulled the car out and continue to take Brad home, Brad kept his head down, licking up all the cum he missed. When they arrived in front of Brad’s daddy’s house, Brad lifted his head. The bodybuilder looked up at him with his brown eyes and a drop of cum on his chisel chin.
“Thank you, sir. I really appreciated the ride and load,” Brad answered politely and respectful.
James thought the muscle bound stud looked so cute and sexy he got out of the car, thanking him and then walk with a happy bounce in his step toward the house front door. His little shorts still clinging to his large ass and powerful thighs, soaked from the rain and cum.
2022-09-11 01:16:56 +0000 UTC
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The New Gardener Part 2
Arthur then poured the oil down over the round bubble ass. The oil ran down the deep valley between the plump ass cheeks and into the tight manpussy. Arthur then pushed a finger into Zack’s virgin hole. Zack had never been fingered before and it felt so good as his insides were loose and stretched. While fingering the stud, Arthur reached out and undid the strap to release the gag from Zack’s mouth. Zack’s jaw was sore but when he was able to talk, instead of protesting he moaned as the finger found his prostate. Arthur smirked as he watched the arrogant stud squirm and humped the countertop as he squeezed in a second finger and tried to spread them as far as possible, stretching the virgin hole.
“Oh, Fffuck, please,” Zack cried.
Arthur laughed, “you like that boy? You like being a good slut to a real man.”
“Fffuck,” was all Zack could reply.
Arthur then removed his fingers, leaving the big muscle bull feeling empty. However, the emptiness was short-lived as Arthur pulled out his cock and grabbed Zack’s masculine hips. With a hard thrust, Arthur pushed into the muscle stud. Zack cried out as he was implied for the first time. Arthur pushed as far as he could then eased out, before thrusting back into the straight stud. As Zack's ass got stretched, the pain faded and it was replaced with pure pleasure. Zack’s prostate got pounded over and over, causing his own cock to throb as it laid trapped against the counter. The straight alpha stud never thought he would be another man’s bitch. He was humiliated but at the same time it felt so good.
“Who is your master,” Arthur demanded as he slapped Zack’s powerful thighs while ramming in and out of the muscular ass.
“You are,” Zack cried out.
Zack couldn’t believe it was his voice that rang out, but it felt so right. Arthur was controlling his body and slowly his mind.
“Come for me,” Arthur pressed his softer, smaller body against Zack's wide, smooth muscle layered back.
“Fffuck, yes, sir,” Zack cried out and without touching himself, started to come over and over.
His cum ran down the side of the counter onto the floor, forming a large pondle. As Zack came, his ass muscles clamped around Arthur’s cock like a vice as his anal muscles spasmed in the intense orgasm. The powerful ass began to milk Arthur, until the smaller man couldn’t take it anymore. Arthur let out a loud grunt and shot deep inside Zack. Both were exhausted when Arthur finally pulled out of Zack’s ruined hole. Zack had no idea that it would be the last time his impressive cock would cum. As Zack laid on the countertop trying to recover from the best orgasm he ever had, Arthur gripped the deflating cock and secured it in a cockcage. Once he was freed and stood up, Zack couldn’t only look defeatedly at the steel cage that rendered his proud cock useless.
Karen had quite a surprise when she came home a week later and found her lover working naked in the backyard in just his boots and cockcage. As he bent over to plant the new flowers, to Karen’s horror she saw a black butt plug firmly lodged up his muscular, hairless manpussy. She was in tears and pleading with Arthur for forgiveness as he threw her out on the street. As for Zack, Arthur decided to keep the broken stud as a slave. With his straight alpha persona fucked out of him, and his once impressive manhood reduced to a dicklet in the cockcage, he became the perfect docile slave. Arthur continued to enjoy humiliating the once cocky stud. The only clothes he allowed Zack to wear were jockstraps and Karen’s clothes. He would dress Zack in Karen’s miniskirts and would lifted the skirts anytime he wanted to fuck Zack’s well bred manpussy.
2022-09-08 16:57:58 +0000 UTC
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The New Gardener
When Arthur came home from a business trip he discovered that his wife had hired a new gardener to re-landscape the backyard. As soon as Arthur saw the stud, he knew the reason his wife hired him and knew the gardener was fucking his wife. Arthur had to admit that he couldn’t blame his wife, as he stood behind the gardener, admiring the smooth, shredded back as the stud knelt on the ground while placing stones for a new flower bed. A tattoo crossed over the wide rear delts and the chisel, flawless muscles flowed down to the younger man’s lower back. The jeans hang low revealing no tan line, while the jeans were tight around the gardener’s muscular ass. The gardener placed the heavy cement blocks and hammered them into place with ease, his thick, tattooed arms flexing and tensing as he lifted the blocks. The younger man turned and finally noticed the older man standing behind him.
The gardener stood to face Arthur. He pulled off his work gloves and held out his large right hand, “you must be Arthur. I’m Zack, your new landscaper and gardener.”
Arthur took Zack’s hand in return. The grip was strong, almost bone crushing. Arthur noticed Zack eyes sizing him up and a light smirk form on the handsome, tanned face. Arthur knew instantly that Zack saw him as less of a man. He was two inches shorter than the gardener, and 25lbs lighter in muscle as well. Arthur was balding and had a beer gut, while the adonis before him had a sculpted 6 pack abs. Zack took off his hat and wrapped his forehead, revealing his shaved head. Arthur wasn’t gay but he couldn’t help but noticed how packed the gardener’s jeans were. The older man was instantly envious of the muscle god before him.
For the next month, Zack was taking his time working on the backyard. He and Karen were always together going over plans, then redoing the plans. Arthur caught Karen on several occasions brushing up against Zack’s hard body, gently stroking his powerful arms as she laughed at a joke he made. His suspicion of their affair was confirmed when one night he caught them on the hidden videos he had installed around the pool. Arthur sit in his study and watched over and over as Zack fucked Karen on one of the chaise chairs. He stared at the video screen as Zach smooth muscular ass flexed while he thrusted in and out of Karen. The look of ecstasy was etched on Karen’s face as she grabbed Zack’s huge shoulders. Arthur was furious at his wife's betrayal and at Zack for his part in stealing another man's wife. They both obviously thought he wasn’t man enough, but Arthur was going to prove them who the real man is.
A week later, Karen left for a week-long visit to his mother. The next day was a hot one. Zack was outside, watering and working on the new flowerbeds, when Arthur came out of the house. He stopped and watched the muscular gardener from behind. Arthur was straight but he was determined to humiliate the cocky muscle stud. He looked at the large muscular ass in the tight jeans and fantasized about dominating it. Just then Zack turned and almost sprayed Arthur with the water hose.
Fortunately, Arthur jumped back in time.
“Oh, Art, sorry, didn’t see you back there,” Zack tried to hold back a laugh.
“I thought you would want a break and a drink. I have some cold beer in the kitchen,” Arthur tried to keep his cool.
“Sounds great, Art,” Zack responded.
Arthur hated being called Art, but he held his tongue. Zack followed Arthur into the house in his muddy boots, not caring that he was tracking mud through the house. He then leaned against the countertop, with his huge bare arms crossed. Arthur was already prepared, as he handed Zack a beer. Arthur ran a successful pharmaceutical company and had access to a wide range of experimental drugs. Before inviting Zack in for a drink he injected a syringe into the beer can. Now all he had to do was wait as the cocky stud drank down the laced beer. Within minutes, Zack started to feel dizzy and unfocused.
“O wow, feel can of . . .” Zack flopped down in one of the kitchen table chairs.
Zack could only look up at Arthur with cloudy unfocused eyes. Arthur smiled as he approached his helpless prey. Zack couldn’t protest or even move as Arthur stood over him. It took everything Arthur had as he lifted the larger man onto his feet and flapped Zack face down on the countertop. The sound of air escaping from Zack’s lunges filled the room as he landed hard on the countertop. Arthur moved behind the gardener and with a smirk on his face, he gave Zack’s ass a hard slap, causing a grunt to escape his helpless prey. After securing his prey, Arthur then moved in front of Zach and lifted the stud’s limp head. Arthur pulled a leather strap with two hooks on each end from the counter drawer. He fastened the strap to the back of Zach’s shaved head and pushed the hooks into Zack’s mouth. Zack’s mouth was pushed open in a perfect O shape.
Arthur then took a kitchen knife from the drawer and moved behind Zack. He then proceeded to cut away the jeans. Arthur smiled as Zack’s tiny blue bikini briefs which Karen had brought him were revealed. Keeping the underwear, Arthur moved back in front of the helpless stud. Arthur began to take his time undressing, as the drugs in Zack began to wear off. Zack slowly began to realize his situation and tried with no avail to break free. When his smooth, hard muscles were useless against the restraints, he tried to plead with his eyes. He was unable to make any comprehensive protests with his wide open mouth. Arthur was so hard at the thought of taking his revenge on the muscular stud. Zack’s eyes widened in fear as he saw the other man’s hard cock, he tried to pull his head away but Arthur grabbed his ears and rammed his cock into Zack’s mouth. Arthur moaned as he freely enjoyed the tight throat. Zack was unable to close his mouth or protest as his throat was fucked. Tears poured from his eyes, down his ruggedly handsome face, while he drooled and coated the cock with saliva. Arthur was enjoying it so much that he couldn’t take it for long. He pulled out of Zack’s mouth and aimed his cock at the Gardener’s face.
“Fffuck,” Arthur moaned and shot his load over Zack’s face.
The cum ran down the chisel handsome face with Zack’s tears. After patting Zack on the head, Arthur then left the stud alone for several hours. After struggling in vain to get free, Zack cried himself to sleep. Zack was awakened by a hard slap to his muscular, brief covered ass.
“Ready for round two,” Arthur laughed.
Zack tried to protest more and plead but still to no avail. Arthur then grabbed the tight briefs with both hands and pulled as hard as he could. Finally the thin fabric ripped. He continued to pull until nothing remained of the underwear except for the thin waistband. Arthur stood back and admired the two large round ass cheeks facing him. Raising his hands he brought it down hard on the muscle packed cheeks. The ass bounced at the impact while Zack let out a muffled cry. Arthur continued to slap each cheek, testing how firm it was. Tears were flowing down Zack’s face. However, when Arthur stopped and reached under the muscular stud, he found Zack rock hard. Not only was the straight stud red with humiliation of being spanked but he was also humiliated because he got aroused from being spanked. Arthur pulled the impressive hard on back from under Zack, as far as it would go and let go. The cock bounced back and slapped against the side of kitchen counter, causing a muffled groan to escape Zack’s open mouth. The cock pressed against the counter making it uncomfortable and Zack even more humiliated.
Arthur had taken a bottle of body hair removal from Karen’s bathroom, and now he began to lather the foaming lotion over Zack’s body. Zack’s torso was smooth but he had a manly light coating of hair on his forearms, legs, and underarms. After following the directions, Arthur wiped away the foam along with Zach’s body hair, leaving the muscle stud completely smooth. Next Arthur took a razor and shaved Zack’s tight manhole. He lather up the deep valley between the plump ass cheeks with shaving cream and then gently and thoroughly shaved away any hair until Zack’s hole was left completely smooth. He then reached under his new stallion and shaved Zack’s balls and crotch smooth, like a newborn baby. A symbol of Zack’s manhood was completely gone.
Then Arthur looked around the kitchen for something to lube up the straight virgin.
He smiled as he saw the bottle of olive oil, “hmm, extra virgin olive oil. It seem appropriate.”
Arthur then poured the oil down over the round bubble ass. The oil ran down the deep valley between the plump ass cheeks and into the tight manpussy. Arthur then pushed a finger into Zack’s virgin hole. Zack had never been fingered before and it felt so good as his insides were loose and stretched. While fingering the stud, Arthur reached out and undid the strap to release the gag from Zack’s mouth. Zack’s jaw was sore but when he was able to talk, instead of protesting he moaned as the finger found his prostate. Arthur smirked as he watched the arrogant stud squirm and humped the countertop as he squeezed in a second finger and tried to spread them as far as possible, stretching the virgin hole.
“Oh, Fffuck, please,” Zack cried.
Arthur laughed, “you like that boy? You like being a good slut to a real man.”
“Fffuck,” was all Zack could reply.
Arthur then removed his fingers, leaving the big muscle bull feeling empty. However, the emptiness was short-lived as Arthur pulled out his cock and grabbed Zack’s masculine hips. With a hard thrust, Arthur pushed into the muscle stud. Zack cried out as he was implied for the first time. Arthur pushed as far as he could then eased out, before thrusting back into the straight stud.
To be continued
2022-09-08 16:56:15 +0000 UTC
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The New Gardener
When Arthur came home from a business trip he discovered that his wife had hired a new gardener to re-landscape the backyard. As soon as Arthur saw the stud, he knew the reason his wife hired him and knew the gardener was fucking his wife. Arthur had to admit that he couldn’t blame his wife, as he stood behind the gardener, admiring the smooth, shredded back as the stud knelt on the ground while placing stones for a new flower bed. A tattoo crossed over the wide rear delts and the chisel, flawless muscles flowed down to the younger man’s lower back. The jeans hang low revealing no tan line, while the jeans were tight around the gardener’s muscular ass. The gardener placed the heavy cement blocks and hammered them into place with ease, his thick, tattooed arms flexing and tensing as he lifted the blocks. The younger man turned and finally noticed the older man standing behind him.
The gardener stood to face Arthur. He pulled off his work gloves and held out his large right hand, “you must be Arthur. I’m Zack, your new landscaper and gardener.”
Zack’s voice was so deep and masculine. When Arthur took Zack’s hand in return, the grip was strong, almost bone crushing. Arthur noticed Zack eyes sizing him up and a light smirk form on the handsome, tanned face. Arthur knew instantly that Zack saw him as less of a man. He was two inches shorter than the gardener, and 25lbs lighter in muscle as well. Arthur was balding and had a beer gut, while the adonis before him had a sculpted 6 pack abs. Zack took off his hat and wrapped his forehead, revealing his shaved head. Arthur wasn’t gay but he couldn’t help but noticed how packed the gardener’s jeans were. The older man was instantly envious of the muscle god before him.
For the next month, Zack was taking his time working on the backyard. He and Karen were always together going over plans, then redoing the plans. Arthur caught Karen on several occasions brushing up against Zack’s hard body, gently stroking his powerful arms as she laughed at a joke he made. His suspicion of their affair was confirmed when one night he caught them on the hidden videos he had installed around the pool. Arthur sit in his study and watched over and over as Zack fucked Karen on one of the chaise chairs. He stared at the video screen as Zach smooth muscular ass flexed while he thrusted in and out of Karen with his impressive man meat, throbbing. The look of ecstasy was etched on Karen’s face as she grabbed Zack’s huge shoulders. Arthur was furious at his wife's betrayal and at Zack for his part in stealing another man's wife. They both obviously thought he wasn’t man enough, but Arthur was going to prove them who the real man is.
A week later, Karen left for a week-long visit to his mother. The next day was a hot one. Zack was outside, watering and working on the new flowerbeds, when Arthur came out of the house. He stopped and watched the muscular gardener from behind. Arthur was straight but he was determined to humiliate the cocky muscle stud. He looked at the large muscular ass in the tight jeans and fantasized about dominating it. Just then Zack turned and almost sprayed Arthur with the water hose.
Fortunately, Arthur jumped back in time.
“Oh, Art, sorry, didn’t see you back there,” Zack tried to hold back a laugh.
“I thought you would want a break and a drink. I have some cold beer in the kitchen,” Arthur tried to keep his cool.
“Sounds great, Art,” Zack responded.
Arthur hated being called Art, but he held his tongue. Zack followed Arthur into the house in his muddy boots, not caring that he was tracking mud through the house. He then leaned against the countertop, with his huge bare arms crossed. Arthur was already prepared, as he handed Zack a beer. Arthur ran a successful pharmaceutical company and had access to a wide range of experimental drugs. Before inviting Zack in for a drink he injected a syringe into the beer can. Now all he had to do was wait as the cocky stud drank down the laced beer. Within minutes, Zack started to feel dizzy and unfocused.
“O wow, feel can of . . .” Zack flopped down in one of the kitchen table chairs.
Zack could only look up at Arthur with cloudy unfocused eyes. Arthur smiled as he approached his helpless prey. Zack couldn’t protest or even move as Arthur stood over him. It took everything Arthur had as he lifted the larger man onto his feet and flapped Zack face down on the countertop. The sound of air escaping from Zack’s lunges filled the room as he landed hard on the countertop. Arthur moved behind the gardener and with a smirk on his face, he gave Zack’s ass a hard slap, causing a grunt to escape his helpless prey. In the event that the serum’s effects might run out before he was done, Arthur began to secure the tough stud’s hands and legs to the countertop. He then moved in front of Zach and lifted the stud’s limp head. Arthur pulled a leather strap with two hooks on each end from the counter drawer. He fastened the strap to the back of Zach’s shaved head and pushed the hooks into Zack’s mouth. Zack’s mouth was pushed open in a perfect O shape.
Arthur then took a kitchen knife from the drawer and moved behind Zack. He then proceeded to cut away the jeans. Arthur smiled as Zack’s tiny blue bikini briefs were revealed. They were a gift from Karen. Keeping the underwear on Zack, Arthur moved back in front of the helpless stud. Arthur began to take his time undressing, as the drugs in Zack began to wear off. Zack slowly began to realize his situation and tried with no avail to break free. When his smooth, hard muscles were useless against the restraints, he tried to plead with his eyes. He was unable to make any comprehensive protests with his wide open mouth. Arthur was so hard at the thought of taking his revenge on the muscular stud. Zack’s eyes widened in fear as he saw the other man’s hard cock, he tried to pull his head away but Arthur grabbed his ears and rammed his cock into Zack’s mouth. Arthur moaned as he freely enjoyed the tight throat. Zack was unable to close his mouth or protest as his throat was fucked. Tears poured from his eyes, down his ruggedly handsome face, while he drooled and coated the cock with saliva. Arthur was enjoying it so much that he couldn’t take it for long. He pulled out of Zack’s mouth and aimed his cock at the Gardener’s face.
“Fffuck,” Arthur moaned and shot his load over Zack’s face.
The cum ran down the chisel handsome face with Zack’s tears. After patting Zack on the head, Arthur then left the stud alone for several hours. After struggling in vain to get free, Zack cried himself to sleep. Zack was awakened by a hard slap to his muscular, brief covered ass.
“Ready for round two,” Arthur laughed.
Zack tried to protest more and plead but still to no avail. Arthur then grabbed the tight briefs with both hands and pulled as hard as he could. Finally the thin fabric ripped. He continued to pull until nothing remained of the underwear except for the thin waistband. Arthur stood back and admired the two large round ass cheeks facing him. Raising his hands he brought it down hard on the muscle packed cheeks. The ass bounced at the impact while Zack let out a muffled cry. Arthur continued to slap each cheek, testing how firm it was. Tears were flowing down Zack’s face. However, when Arthur stopped and reached under the muscular stud, he found Zack rock hard. Not only was the straight stud red with humiliation of being spanked but he was also humiliated because he got aroused from being spanked. Arthur pulled the impressive hard on back from under Zack, as far as it would go and let go. The cock bounced back and slapped against the kitchen counter, causing a muffled groan to escape Zack’s open mouth. The cock pressed against the counter making it uncomfortable and Zack even more humiliated.
Arthur had taken a bottle of body hair removal from Karen’s bathroom, and now he began to lather the foaming lotion over Zack’s body. Zack’s torso was smooth but he had a manly light coating of hair on his forearms, legs, and underarms. After following the directions, Arthur wiped away the foam and Zach’s body hair, leaving the muscle stud completely smooth. Next Arthur took a razor and shaved Zack’s tight manhole. He lather up the deep valley between the plump ass cheeks with shaving cream and then gently and thoroughly shaved away any hair until Zack’s hole was left completely smooth. He then reached under his new stallion and shaved Zack’s balls and crotch smooth, like a newborn baby. A symbol of Zack’s manhood was completely gone.
Then Arthur looked around the kitchen for something to lube up the straight virgin.
He smiled as he saw the bottle of olive oil, “hmm, extra virgin olive oil. It seem appropriate.”
Arthur then poured the oil down over the round bubble ass. The oil ran down the deep valley between the plump ass cheeks and toward Zack’s now hairless manpussy. Arthur moved closer and began to rub the oil against the virgin hole. Zack let out more muffled moans as his sensitive hole was teased. With a smirk, Arthur removed the strap around Zack’s head, freeing Zack’s sore jaw.
“Please, let me go,” Zack pleaded. His once deep masculine voice cranking as he fought off tears,
“Please, Fffuck,” Zack cried as Arthur pushed his oiled finger into his hole,
Arthur eased the finger in and out, stroking the stud’s insides. Zack tried not to give Arthur the pleasure but he couldn’t keep from letting out a low, intense moan. It was then Arthur pushed in a second finger. As he got both fingers into the tight hole, Arthur spread them, stretching and loosing the anal wall. All along, Zack remained rock hard to the straight stud’s humiliation.
To be continued
2022-09-08 00:53:24 +0000 UTC
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Training Muscle boys
Master Stone loves walking into the gym locker room and catching those cocky bucks flexing in the mirror. Their smooth muscle pumped, radiating testosterone and sex appal. Despite how straight they are, those boys always carve approval and compliments from older men.
One of his favorites was Cody, a hot Italian jock boy with a tight, shredded body. He was so cocky in the gym as he worked out, pumping out one heavy weighted rep after another until he was covered in sweat. Between sets he would flex in the mirror, showing off his flawless muscles. After every workout he would go into the locker room and peel off his sweaty shirt and flex some more. He knew he was hot as he flexed his chisel 8 pack and pecs with the winged tattoo across them.
One day, Master Stone followed Cody into the locker room and found the boy flexing again by the mirror. Cody’s sweat covered sweatpants hung low on his chisel waist, showing the top of his sculpted glutes.
“Had a good workout,” Stone asked.
“Hey, doc. It was awesome,” Cody turned and flashed his pearly white smile.
“Looking good, Cody. You're really getting big and shredded,” Stone smiled as he gave the boy the approval he desperately needed.
Cody beamed with pride, “thanks doc.”
The compliment from the doctor carried a lot of weight with the inspiring bodybuilder. Dr. Stone had a reputation for knowing a lot of important people in pro bodybuilding. He had worked with the biggest names in bodybuilding. One time the gym was buzzed when he had brought Danny “Swole” Jakob to workout in the gym. The jock boys were starstruck as the massive bodybuilder pumped his huge muscles.
Stone undressed and wrapped a towel around his body. “I’m going to the sauna. You know a post workout sauna does wonders for the body. Sweat out all the toxins. Want to join me,” the older man asked.
“Sure,” Cody happily agreed.
Stone watched the tall jock boy turn his back to him and pull down his sweatpants and tight compression boxer briefs. Stone was impressed as he got a glimpse of Cody’s flawless bubble ass. It looked like it was sculpted from the purest marble. Cody slightly bent over and finished out a towel from his bag. As he did so, Stone could barely make out his slightly hairy boy hole peeking from between the tight ass cheeks.
Cody wrapped the towel around his narrow waist and turned to smile at Stone. The jock boy was so innocent and beautiful, Stone thought to himself, as he smiled back. Cody then followed Stone into the sauna. They both sit on the top bench and let the hot dry air hit them. Stone then removed his towel, sitting naked. Cody grew nervous and tried not to look, but found it hard not too. Stone’s cock was soft but it was still the biggest cock Cody had seen. It was thick. When he notices Stone looking at him, Cody quickly turns away in embarrassment.
“Doc, you know a lot of huge pro guys. What's their secret, do they really juice?” Cody asked, trying not to look again at the thick cock.
“Most are natural as they calmed.” Stone lower your voice and lean closer to Cody, “it might surprise and shock you, many pro bodybuilders sworn on natural pure protein and testosterone.”
“Natural?” the dumb jock looked confused.
“This is a secret, only between us. Promise not to tell anyone,” Stone hooked the boy.
“Sure, doc, I won’t tell,” as he eagerly wanted to know the secret of the biggest names in bodybuilding.
“They suck cocks and get fucked after a workout. They swore it is the best way to get pure protein and needed excess testosterone,” Stone smiled at the jock.
“No fucking way! really? I’m not gay, though. No way I will suck or get fuck by another dude,” Cody grew defensive.
Stone squeezed his growing cock, “neither are Hunter Labrada, Brandon Theron, or Nick Walker, but they swore that it helped to make them big. They are no limp wrist pretty boys, they are big hyper masculine men.”
Cody grew more uncomfortable as he kept looking at the huge cock. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I won’t lie to you. You can trust me,” Stone knew he had hooked the boy.
Stone reached his right hand across his body and gently removed Cody’s towel, causing the jock to breathe heavier as his 6” cock grew hard.
“Just relaxed,” the older man whispered as he wrapped his large fist around Cody’s cock.
Stone slowly pumped the cock up and down. As he kept Cody horny and on edge, Stone reached his left hand behind the thick neck, gently massaging it, relaxing the jock.
“Ssshh, just relax,” Stone whispered as he removed his fist from around Cody’s throbbing boy cock.
Stone then slowly guided the cocky jock’s head down toward his lap. Cody found himself obediently opening his mouth and taking the cock into it. The straight jock however instantly began to gag on it.
“Just relax your throat muscles. Take it nice and slow,” Stone whispered to the boy as he stroked Cody’s sweaty black hair.
Cody looked up at the older man with his dark eyes. His hair matted with sweat over his forehead and hung down over his puppy dog eyes as he tried to please Stone. Cody was trying desperately for the older man’s approval. Stone continued to encourage the jock to take more of the thick cock as he stroked down the smooth muscle layered back to the smooth boy ass. Cody whimpered as his virgin ass was touched. Meanwhile, feeling the boy’s tight throat muscles around his cock was intoxicating to Dr. Stone. When he was on the verge of cumming, Stone held down on Cody’s head tightly and he started to cum down the straight boy’s throat.
“Take it all, Cody. Prove that you are man enough to take all my cum. Swallow it all so you can get big and strong as the men you dream of becoming,” Dr. Stone edged the jock on as he shot wave after wave.
Cody eagerly gulped it all down. When Stone finally let go of Cody’s head, the jock mindlessly licked up the cum that leaked out of his mouth. Finally, as if he woke from his dream, Cody stood up.
“I have to go, sir,” Cody quickly grabbed his towel and covered his hard boy cock before running out of the sauna.
Stone leaned back on the bench and laughed.
A week later, Stone came into the gym carrying his gym bag and headed to the locker room to change out of his suit and into his gym clothes. As he entered the locker room he saw Cody standing by the mirror, shirtless and only in a pair of black, 4” seam shorts, flexing with four smaller boys around him. They looked up to him in devotion as he flexed his glistening body for them.
“Doc,” Cody lit up when he saw Dr. Stone walk in.
His small group of admirers parted as Cody approached Stone.
“Cody, looking good. Looking bigger,” Stone smiled, stroking the ego of the cocky, dumb jock boy.
“You think,” Cody ate up the complement and flexed his large, smooth biceps.
“Definitely, and more shredded too,” Stone continued.
Stone knew he had the jock eating out of his hands. He reached over and squeezed the thick, boulder-sized shoulders. He was pleased to see the slight movement in Cody’s shorts.
Cody lowered his voice to a whisper, “I did some research on what you said the last time.”
“Really,” was all Stone said while he gently stroked the muscle layered shoulders.
“Yeah, I heard Bob Paris used to take it up the ass after every workout to grow bigger,” Cody was nervous.
“Well, substances are absorbed faster and more efficient up the anal track then through the digestive system,” Stone try to explain but Cody just gave his a dumb, confused look.
“Huh, whatever. Anyway, do u, Uh think, you know,” Cody stumbled over his thoughts.
Stone love dumb muscle heads. “You want me to fuck you up the ass,” Stone asked.
Cody quickly looked around to make sure none of his boys heard, and then whispered, “yeah, I’m clean, uh you know.”
“You want to do it in the sauna now,” Stone smirked at the beautiful, tall jock.
“Dudes, I will catch up with you all later,” Cody turned to dismiss his court of boy followers.
They waved bye and headed out of the locker room, while the doctor placed his gym bag on the bench and fished out a tube.
“What’s that,” Cody asked.
“Some special lube. Hunter swore by it. It relaxes the anal muscles while at the same time simulate the nerve endings around the anal passage.” Stone noticed the dumb jock was growing bored. “It allows you to experience extreme pleasure.”
Cody brighten up, “Cool”
After taking off his suit, Stone led Cody into the sauna. He then instructed Cody to strip and to kneel on the lower bench, with his head and chest face down on the wood bench with his ass in the air. With Cody’s muscular ass in the air, legs spread, Stone was pleased to find the boy had shaved his hole. He gripped the flawless smooth ass cheeks spreading them further. Cody turned his head to the side to try to watch the older man. Stone pressed the tube against the virgin boypussy and squeezed. The gel-like substance oozed into Cody’s tight hole. Cody let out a deep moan. Stone then eased a finger into his hole, stroking the lube into Cody’s anal walls, relaxing it and causing his nerve ending to fire. Cody’s cock grew full mast. Stone then pushed in a second finger and began to spread them, stretching the jock open. He smiles as the straight jock boy moaned and began to beg to be fucked. Stone removed his fingers, and replaced them with his thick cock. He gripped the jock’s muscular waist and pushed in with a grunt. Cody groaned as he was penetrated for the first time. Instead of the pain of being penetrated for the first time, the jock felt only pure pleasure. Cody cried out and pushed back while Stone plowed deeper into him. Stone pulled out and thrust back, gripping the jock’s muscular shoulders as he thrusted deeper and hard into him. Cody’s boypussy was so tight as it clamped down around the huge cock like a vice as he milked the cock. With one final grunt Stone came deep inside the jock.
2022-09-06 00:20:30 +0000 UTC
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“I can’t believe you are getting married to a guy, you of all people,” Alex said in disbelief as Scott and him patrolled on foot through the park.
Scott laughed, “what so hard to believe about it.”
“Well, let say you and gays never got along in the past. Do I have to remind you about that pervert you beat up for checking out your ass,” Alex continued.
“That’s in the past. After the divorce I learned that you have to be with the one that makes you happy and Michael makes me happy. Very happy. So will you be my best man?”
“If that is what you truly want, then I support you. Yeah, I will be your best man,” Officer Ortiz answered. “But tell me, it's really killing me but I'm afraid to ask. Who is the top and bottom?” Both police officers laughed.
“Well, I never thought I would say it, but I love bottoming for Michael. It is amazing. I never realized how good it felt to have a cock up my ass.”
Alex put his hands up, “enough, sorry that I asked.” He couldn’t believe the change in his partner but Scott seemed happier then he ever seen him and definitely look great.
“You should try it,” Scott laughed.
“No thanks, I'm staying with pussy. But no offense. So when will you introduce me to this mystery man that flipped my partner?” Alex laughed.
“Why don’t you come over tonight for dinner. The kids will be staying over at their friends tonight,” Scott spoke, excited to introduce his partner of the force with his soon to be husband.
“That’s cool,” Alex answered as the two continued on their patrol of Grant Park.
Scott and Alex have been partners on the police force for years. They both came up the academy together and had become best friends and workout partners as well. They always had each other’s backs on and off the job, and were always there for each other. So it came to a surprise, more like a shock, when Scott told Alex that he had discovered that he was gay and going to marry his older neighbor. Scott was always the most macho and homophobic person Alex knew so it came to a total shock to him. Alex’s cop senses immediately kicked in and became concerned about the intenses of this guy Michael.
Both police officers got a lot of lustful looks from both women and men as Scott and Alex walked. Their uniform pants hugged their muscular legs and strong well developed asses, while the short sleeves of their uniform shirts were stretched to the limit over their huge arms. In fact their love for bodybuilding and their jobs as police officers had bonded the two men friendship.
After their shift was over, they both drove to Michael’s house, while still in their uniforms. Scott and his kids had already moved into Michael’s much larger house and had put their house up for sale. Too many bad memories of his old life, Scott explained. Alex followed Scott into the house and stopped when he saw Michael greeting them in the entrance. The older man hugged Scott and passionately kissed the muscular police officer. Scott blushed with the show of affection in front of his work partner but he returned the kiss.
Scott pulled away, “Michael this is my partner Alex, the one I told you all about. He agreed to be my best man.”
Michael smiled and held out his hand, “I think we met before.”
As soon as Alex gripped Michael’s hand, he turned white. Like a shockwave, memories of the night a few months ago in the park restroom flooded back to him. Scott was off work, dealing with the divorce, and Alex was patrolling alone. There were reports about men cruising the public restrooms and indecent exposure, so the police in the area were instructed to keep an eye open for any indecent activities. Alex had stepped into the park restroom and interrupted a shirtless muscle bound college jock giving Michael a blow job. The confused jock ran out, pulling up his pants in the process, before Alex could stop him. The kid didn’t look like the type to be cruising public restrooms. He was built as a proverbial brick house. As for Micheal, he looked more annoyed than scared. Alex started to handcuff and read the pervert his rights, when Michael spoke in his calm, smoothing voice. Alex could remember it, the man’s very voice was making him hard. Before he knew it Alex had uncuffed the man and was on his knees in his uniform giving the stranger a blow job. The muscular straight police officer never had a gay thought or fantasy in his life but now Alex was gagging on the thick cock as he tried desperately to pleasure the man. After Alex coated the cock with his drool and saliva, Michael pulled the police officer up and bent the larger, alpha cop over the bathroom sink. All the memories that his mind had blocked out flooded back at that moment as if Michael instructed him to remember. He remembered his uniform pants being pulled down and his briefs being ripped open. Alex remember the intense pain and then pure pleasure as he was fucked for the first and only time.
“You know each other,” Scott asked as Michael put his hand around his waist.
Michael gave Scott’s muscular glutes a squeeze, “yes, Alex and I had an encounter at the park. Oh, it was before we got closer of course. Alex is a very good bottom, aren’t you?”
Michael smiled. Alex was red in embarrassment but also rock hard in his uniform pants. “Yes, sir,” Alex found himself responding.
“Cool, that’s great,” Scott was beaming. He seem to show no emotion to the news his long time friend and partner had been fucked by his new fiancé. He was so blissfully happy.
Michael gave Scott’s plump bubble ass a slap, “why don’t you two go upstairs and shower together while I finish dinner.”
“Sound, good,” Scott replied blissfully. “Come on,” he then led Alex up the stairs.
Michael smiled as he watched the two muscular, alpha cops’ asses as they obediently walked up stairs. He looked forward to owning both of those prime cop asses, making them his slaves.
In the master bedroom, Alex stood in a daze as Scott undressed and then proceeded to undress him. Alex’s cock was hard as Scott removed his uniform shirt and lifted the bulletproof vest over his head. As for the first time, Alex actually noticed how built and sexy his partner was as he stood naked before him.
“I’m so glad the master is going to bring you into our relationship,” Scott whispered as he took Alex’s by the hand and led him into the shower.
Alex didn’t say a word as the hot water began to cascade over them and Scott began to wash him, running his large hands over Alex’s huge muscles. Slowly Alex found himself reaching out and washing Scott’s body as well. Both friends were hard as they soaped each other up. Alex was afraid that he would cum if his partner kept it up, and was grateful when Scott turned off the water and led him out of the shower. After drying Alex and himself, Scott led Alex into the bedroom. Scott then went to the dresser and pulled out two jockstraps, a blue and a red one.
“Master always wants me to wear jockstraps when we are alone,” Scott smiled as he handed the red one to Alex.
Alex obediently pulled the jockstrap on and checked him out in the mirror. Surprisingly the jockstraps made them look bigger, more muscular. Their oversized firm asses were being pushed out between the tight straps. All their intense leg workouts after their shifts had developed two perfect pairs of glutes.
In only their jockstraps, Scott and Alex went downstairs. Michael was in his study smoking a cigar when the two half naked police officers came in.
“You two look very sexy,” Michael whistled.
Alex blushed while Scott laughed and began to flex and pose for his lover.
“I would love to see you two make out,” Michael smiled.
Scott didn’t hesitate as he gripped Alex’s head and pulled his work partner into a kiss. His tongue pushed into the inexperienced mouth and began to wrestle with Alex’s tongue. As Scott grabbed his firm ass cheeks with both hands, Alex began to return the kiss. Their tongues and hands began to explore each other as Michael slip his brandy and watched.
“Good. Now come over here and worship your master’s cock,” Michael finally stopped them.
Both masculine police officers knelt before Michael’s exposed cock. Alex had forgotten how huge the cock was. It was thick and long.
“Scotty show your partner how to properly service a cock,” Michael ran his hands over their buzz cut heads.
Scott was whispering instructions as they both shared the master’s cock. The inexperienced Alex followed Scott’s lead. Scott taught him how to relax his throat and to take more of the thick cock down his throat without gagging.
After they both coated the master’s cock with drool and saliva, Michael stopped them and led them back to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he ordered Alex to lay on his stomach and then told Scott to mount his friend. Scott haven’t fucked another man before but he was so horny. After he lubed Alex’s hole with his own tongue, getting it wet and open, he mounted his friend, pushing his cock into the tight virgin manpussy. While Alex’s get use to the thickness inside him and Scott got used to the tightness of a man’s ass, Michael then climbed on top of Scott and pushed into him. Michael was soon guiding Scott in and out of Alex while he was fucking Scott’s ass. It was like he was literally fucking both manly studs. Alex was the first to cum, shooting on the sheets and causing a chain reaction. Scott quickly followed by cumming inside Alex and then Michael shot deep instinct Scott.
After Michael’s and Scott’s wedding, the three men became very happy with their situation. Alex moved into the house with them and the three men slept and had sex every night. Alex as the third in the relationship was the exclusive bottom for Scott and Michael, while Michael as master was the top. He would fuck Scott while Scott plow in and out of Alex’s beautiful ass.
2022-09-02 01:43:41 +0000 UTC
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When Scott's wife left him for another man leaving him to raise three boys by himself, Officer Oxley thought it was the end of the world. He was stressed and at his wit's end. Being a police officer he always stressed from the job and now he has three kids to take care of, a house to manage, and bills to straighten out. Scott however was grateful for his neighbor who stepped in and began to take care of everything. Before the divorce, Scott would try to keep his distance from the older neighbor. It was obvious that Michael, his neighbor, was gay and how he always was checking Scott would creep him out. Scott's wife would laugh and tell him he was imagining it. However, that changed after Nancy left him. Michael was right there supporting Scott, taking care of everything. The masculine police officer grew to rely on the older man, even depend on him.
Scott got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his chisel waist. He stood at the mirror and flexed. Scott had been working out for years and was a dedicated bodybuilder. However, in the last year of his marriage, his wife accused him of being too obsessed with bodybuilding and with his job as a police officer, he was ignoring her. As a result he gave up his passion for bodybuilding to make her happy, only to have her cheating on him and then leaving him. Now he is back to working out and found himself exceeding his original gains. Scott then noticed the time and walked out of the bathroom, in just the towel, toward the kitchen to make sure the boys had breakfast. However, like every morning, Michael had already fed the kids and got them off to school.
“Oh, you got up late,” Michael was making Scott some coffee.
“Yeah, I’m off today. The boys are off to school already?” Used his other towel to dry his hair.
“Yes, you just missed them. Want some coffee? Just the way u like it, with cream,” Michael held out a coffee mug.
“Thanks,” Scott smiled as he took the coffee mug and slipped the hot coffee. “You Definitely make the best coffee.”
“It's a secret ingredient,” Michael laughed.
Michael's eyes traveled down the muscular man’s chisel, hard body. Scott no longer felt odd when he caught Michael staring at him. And oddly the straight alpha police officer felt aroused that another man was checking him out. The wife leaving him for another man was a blow to Scott’s ego. In some ways the attention Michael gave him was an ego boost.
“You are making amazing gains, looking good,” Michael commented.
“Yeah, trying to add some more muscle mass,” Scott flexed his large right arm, flexing his biceps.
Scott has always been into bodybuilding for most of his adult life however, the last two years of his marriage he began to go less and less to the gym. As a result he started to gain weight. Thanks to Michael’s encouragement he went back to the gym every day and had already recapture his body in his prime,
“Look like you are succeeding,” Michael's eyes traveled down the sculpted abs.
“Also a good way to blow off some steam and stress,” Scott sit down at the kitchen table, his wide muscle layered back facing Michael.
“Still having a lot of stress at work,” Michael asked as he stood behind the muscle bound police officer.
“Yes, all the news about police brutality got the department under scrutiny. Every action we do is being accused as overreach, or discriminatory, or abuse of power,” Scott took another slip of his coffee.
“Remember, you need to let loose that stress when you are at home,” Michael placed his hands on Scott's huge shoulders and started to rub them.
Only a couple of months ago the touch from the older gay man would had freaked him out and would sent Scott into a rage, but now the police officer just sit there, half naked, letting Michael massage his huge muscles. Scott closed his eyes, enjoying another person’s touch on his tense muscles.
“You are tense. Just relaxed,” Michael’s voice was so relaxing.
“It feels good when you give up control to someone else. Letting him take care of you,” Michael moved his hands down Scott's massive pecs, squeezing them.
“Yes, good to give up control,” Scott mumbled as he laid his head back and rested it against Michael’s body.
Michael smiled as he noticed Scott’s towel was tenting.
“It turns you on so much when you give up control to me, and obey me. You have no stress, no concerns, or worries when you obey,” Michael leaned in to whisper into his right ear, while kissing Scott's thick neck.
“Yes, I’m so horny,” scott moaned.
Scott reached down and opened his towel. His 8” cock was standing proud and hard from his freshly trimmed pubes.
“Yes, that is a good boy. Stroke your cock for me,” Michael’s tongue licked Scott’s earlobe.
“Fff, yes,” Scott moaned as he gripped his cock in his large hands and began to stroke his cock.
Michael reached down to cup and squeeze the huge pecs while nibbling on Scott’s neck. Scott felt so relaxed and good as he submitted to the older neighbor.
“You enjoyed the taste of my cum in your coffee don’t you,” Michael whispered as he twisted both hard nipples.
“Yesss, it tastes soooo good,” Scott moaned.
“Do you want more of it,” Michael’s hands moved down the chisel 8 pac.
“Yess, I need more,” Scott moaned. His voice was so deep and masculine that Michael had thought he could come several times from just listening to it.
“Good boy. Get on your knees and suck my cock,” Michael stepped back.
Scott didn’t hesitate as he pushed the chair back and slid down to his knees. He discarded his towel as he knelt naked on the kitchen floor. Seeing the big bodybuilding cop on his knees before him sent a rush of power through the smaller, older man. The masculine police officer looked up at Michael, with his chisel firm jawline and rugged handsome face, while his brown eyes pleading for the older man’s cock. Michael then opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. Once freed, Michael rubbed it over the sides of Scott’s face. The straight police officer let out a moan while blissfully closing his eyes. Scott obediently opened his mouth and took the cock into it. All of his alpha male persona along with the stress of his job and always being in charge faded away as he started to worship the cock in his mouth.
Michael was pleased with Scott’s progress in sucking his cock. The straight police officer no longer gagged on his cock as he did when he first started using the divorce father. He has been training Scott daily to take his thick, long cock all the way down his throat with no gag reflex. Scott kept looking up at Michael for approval as he used his tongue, lips, and tight throat muscles to pleasure him. He had become a skilled cocksucker, Michael mused as he gripped Scott’s head and fuck his mouth. The harder Michael face fucked him, the more Scott get aroused. His own cock was throbbing as he worked the other man’s cock. He was moaning over the thick cock in his mouth. Scott was so absurd in pleasuring Michael that he didn’t even realize he was cumming on the floor, creating a large puddle. Cum was leaking from his jerking and bouncing cock.
It was so hot knowing that he had fucked the cum out of the huge bodybuilding cop that it caused Michael to cum. He gripped the back of Scott’s head tight, pressing the muscle stud’s face against his crotch as he started to cum hard down Scott’s face. Scott in return happily began to gulp the semen, swallowing it all.
Michael had always been amazed at the stamina that a bodybuilder have when it come to getting fucked. It was like bigger they are the more they love getting fucked. Michael took Scott by his right hand and led the muscular police officer into the bedroom. Scott eagerly laid back on the bed and lifted his powerful legs up in the air. His short but fat cock was already growing hard again as he displayed his smooth, shaved hole. Seeing the masculine alpha cop displaying himself like a slut in heat, got Michael hard again as well. He crawled onto the bed and gripped the large, thick calves. Looking Scott stare in the eyes, Michael pushed into his coppussy with a loud grunt. Scott threw his head back and moaned loud.
“Fuck me hard, harder,” Scott cried out,
Michael pulled out and slammed back in, deeper and harder. The bed slammed against the wall as Scott groaned and yelled. He was in pure bliss. Michael thought it was poetic that he fuck Scott in the very bed that Scott had fucked him wife while they were married. He pushed the huge legs up to Scott’s pecs, bending the bodybuilding cop in half. Scott’s cock was leaking on to his sculpted abs and throbbing, while it pointed straight at the police officer’s face. Michael loved the look on Scott’s handsome face. It was distorted in pure ecstasy and pleasure. Scott couldn’t take it anymore. With Michael’s cock deep inside him, Scott cried out as he shot his load. Wave after wave shot right in his hair and on his face, barely missing his eyes. With Scott’s intense orgasm around his cock and the look of the masculine face covered in cum, sent Michael over the edge. With one final thrust Michael uploaded his seed deep inside Scott.
Michael laid on Scott’s sculpted, huge torso with the bodybuilder’s legs wrapped around him. He listened to the larger man’s steady breathing under him. Finally Michael gently slid off Scott. That night, Michael proposed to Scott to marry him. Michael was pleased when Scott regularly agreed. He knew the well trained police officer would be the perfect man-wife.
2022-08-31 00:52:40 +0000 UTC
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Target seem like an unlikely place for a Procuror to scout for potential slaves, but one can be quite surprise by the amount of hunks that are available there. As soon as the Procuror spotted the muscular stud in the sleeveless green shirt and jeans he knew he would be a hot fuck. The man screams military or law enforcement. He was hypermasculine, confident, incharge, with a stern serious look on his trimmed beard and mustache lined rugged handsome face. His muscles were huge, muscles on top of muscles. His exposed delts were the size of cannon balls and his thick arms were as large as his head. The massive pecs stretched his shirt. As he moved his arms the shirt would give a teasing peek of his firm nipples. As the procuror discreetly followed his prey through the store and out into the parking lot, he admired the muscular ass as it flexed while he moved, pushing the shopping cart in front of him. Even through the jeans it was obvious that the prey paid a lot of attention to working out on his legs.
He had an air of masculine confidence as he went through the self check line and walked to his large black Ram truck. However, such confidence was the downfall of many men like this prey. Younger men like him falsely think they are invulnerable. They are overconfident, think they can handle any situation, no one dares mess with them and if they do they can fight for themselves. Such masculine alpha mindset ends up being their downfall. The Procuror was certain that the younger man had noticed him following but the stud believed the older, smaller man was no threat to him. The older man stood back just enough as the prey reached his oversized truck. Even the stud’s truck was big and masculine, just like its owner. The stud opened the truck’s driver side door and began to load the items he brought into the vehicle. He then turned his head and through the sunglasses noticed the Procuror.
“Accuse me, did you drop this,” the Procuror approached the stud with a laser pointer type device.
“No, not mind,” the stud replied as he looked at the device. The prey’s voice was so masculine that it got the Procuror so hard.
The light from the pen hit the unsuspecting stud’s eyes. The sunglasses offered no resistance as the spiraling pattern of light washed over him.
“I’m . . .” The stud’s masculine deep voice sounded dull and distant.
He didn’t move as the Procuror stepped closer. The Procuror boldly reached out and pulled the shirt aside to expose the stud’s firm, pointed nipples. His nipples were erect, pointing from the smooth large slabs of beef. With the door of the truck blocking any view the Procuror pressed closer to his prey. He took a whiff of the younger man’s cologne as he reached around the helpless stud.
“You smell very nice,” Procuror whispered into the stud’s ear and kissed the side of the masculine prey’s cheek.
The Procuror loved teasing his prey. He knew in their real lives they would had been embarrassed and even humiliated. The older man gave the muscular ass a squeeze while pulling his wallet out of his back pants pocket. The younger man just stood there. His eyes and mind were blank. The Procuror flipped through the wallet and was pleased to find out a military Id. He was always successful in guessing the occupation of his prey.
“Hmmm, Lt Dalton, ohh, marine corp special forces,” the Procuror tossed the wallet into a truck. “Now marine, turn around.”
Dalton swayed on his muscular legs as his body obeyed. He still couldn’t think or consciously know what he was doing. The marine’s back was wide as the Procuror placed his hand on the middle of the back and pushed the more muscular, younger man face down on the truck’s driver seat. Then the Procuror leaned close, pressing his crotch against the marine’s tight ass. He lifted his prey shirt and ran his hands up the smooth, chisel back.
“Oh, you are a beauty,” the Procuror whispered as he felt the layered, flawless back muscles.
The Procuror was so horny. Looking around to make sure no one still can see them, the Procuror leaned over the broad back as he reached under the marine to undo the jeans. Once the belt and jeans were unbuckled and unzipped, the older man tugged the jeans and white cotton briefs over the Marine’s ass. He made sure that the marine’s cock was still trapped in the briefs and jeans, and only the exquisite ass was exposed. The muscular ass was truly flawless, two perfectly shaped, smooth glutes. Huge, thick cords of muscles ran up over the powerful legs and down the V-shaped lower back forming the powerful ass cheeks. The Procuror spread the firm cheeks with his hands and revealed the lightly hair lined hole.
“Beautiful,” the Procuror whispered as he then unzipped his own pants.
His hard, throbbing cock popped out, slapping the marine on the ass. The Procuror then pulled a tube from his jacket pocket and placed the tube of lube against the marine’s hole.
“This is going to make it a lot more enjoyable for you,” the older man whispered.
The marine let out a low grunt. The Procuror squeezed a generous amount of lube into the virgin man hole. As the cool feeling gel seeped into his tight anal canal, the helpless marine’s senses came arrive. The Procuror then pulled out a ball gag from another pocket.
“We can’t have you moaning too loud and drawing attention,” the Procuror whispered as he pushed the gag into Dalton’s mouth and secured it behind the marine’s head.
Right outside in the parking lot, the Procuror began to push a finger in and out of the marine’s tight hole, working the special lube into his tight insides. The marine’s eyes expanded but he wasn’t able to move his huge muscles or moan. The lube was relaxing his anal muscles while at the same time firing up all of his nerve endings around and inside his virgin manpussy. The marine’s hole offered no resistance as the Procuror pushed in a second finger.
“That a good boy,” the older man whispered.
The Procuror looked around to see if any one was near. While finger fucking the marine with one hand, he was stroking his hard, thick cock with the other. After making sure the coast was clear, the Procuror pulled his fingers from his prey’s ass and gripped the marine’s tight, narrow waist. With a low grunt, the older man slid into the marine’s manpussy. Dalton’s eyes rolled back into his head as the thick cock stretched him open. Tears ran down his trimmed beard. He was humiliated by his useless muscles and how good it felt feeling another man’s cock plowing into him. The Procuror was slowly moving in and out, with long deep thrusts. Each time, ramming the marine’s prostate. Even with the special lube, Dalton was nice and tight, and felt like heaven around the older man’s cock.
“Yes, you are going to be a very popular bitch,” the Procuror thought to himself.
Dalton's mind was spinning. He couldn’t control himself. The body he had spent so many years building and honing into a fighting machine was betraying him. His fat cock was rock hard, trapped in his briefs. The Procuror’s cock was all the way inside him, as his balls were slapping against his own. Only feet away, a happy family was walking across the parking lot toward their car, when Dalton couldn’t take it anymore. Without making a sound or touching him, Dalton shot his load in waves, filling his briefs, causing a mess. The Procuror smiled in triumphant as he felt the straight stud coming under him. However, he continued to fuck Dalton while watching the father of the family loading the car a few feet from them. The father was masculine and athletic, like the current prey the Procuror was fucking right in front of them. The husband was clean shaven, and tall, and from where the Procuror was standing he could sense the air of cockiness and masculinity of the man. The Procuror continued to move in and out of the exhausted marine as he watched the newcomer lifting the bags and loading the car. The khakis shorts comfortablely hugged the man’s well developed ass and showed off the muscular, slightly hairy legs. The younger man turned and noticed the older man by the truck door. The Procuror waved to the man as he came inside Dalton’s abused ass. The younger father had no idea that the stranger was fucking a hot marine right there behind the truck door. The Procuror waited as the husband, wife and kids got into the car and left, before he pulled out of the exhausted, mind fucked marine. The marine’s huge muscles were still useless, as the Procuror pushed him into the passenger side of the truck. He then climbed in after the marine and started the truck. As he drove off, he pulled the passed out marine’s head onto his lap. His cum still oozing from his cock head dripping into the marine’s mouth and neatly trim beard.
2022-08-30 00:11:32 +0000 UTC
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BullRiding
Dakota and Lance were sitting at the diner in the small town. Lance was eating a plate of pancakes while Dakota was looking through the local newspaper for help wanted advertisements. The two muscular friends have been on the run from their past for six months now. They were getting low on money and needed to save some up before continuing on.
“That would be great for us,” Dakota handed Lance, his long time friend, the paper and pointed out the advertisement.
Lance swallowed his bite of pancakes and took the newspaper.
Silver spurs Dude ranch need cowboys for bulking riding, lassoing, long riding. Must be consumer friendly.
“Sounds awesome. Should we go there now and apply,” Lance asked as he finished his breakfast.
“No time but the present,” Dakota gulped down his coffee.
The two muscular friends paid the waitress and got up. As they put on their cowboy hats, Dakota winked at the pretty waitress. She blushed and fanned herself with the cash they left for the bill and tip as she watched their muscular asses through their wrangler jeans when they left the diner.
The Silver Spurs Ranch was like many ranch type resorts that offered city slickers the real life cowboy experience. As the two friends walked to the main building they noticed that the ranch hands weren’t shy in showing off their bodies. Most were shirtless. Their well developed torso being displayed, showing off their hard work.
The manager Carter was impressed with the two younger men when he met them. Their handshakes were firm and strong.
“Well you two look like you are familiar with hard work,” the older cowboy openly checked each younger man out.
“Yes, sir, we've been around ranches, cattle, and horses all our whole lives,” Lance was the first to speak up.
“What brings you to the area,” Carter definitely liked what he saw.
“Well, truthfully sir. Lance and I had gotten into some trouble back home with a girl and the law,” Dakota tried not to go into too much detail.
Carter laughed, “no problem. Most of the men that work here are running from some kind of trouble. Here, we pay our ranch hands in cash. Many of them like it that way.”
“Yes, sir, we prefer that way,” Dakota smiled happily.
“Great, you are hired,” Carter gripped each man’s hand. “I have my ranch hands’ supervisor show you around and get you settled in.” He put his arms around each cowboy’s broad shoulders as he led them out of his office. Carter squeezed their mountainous shoulders with his hand.
Yes, those two will be very popular among the clients, Carter thought to himself as he discreetly felt up their huge, hard muscles.
After they were introduced to the ranch hands superviser, Roger, and got settled into their bunks, they were given access to the ranch hands’ gym. The two cowboys were impressed by how big and modern the workout area was. They changed out of their wrangler jeans and sleeveless plaid shirts and into workout tights and revealing stringers shirts. The two muscle studs felt so good to be back in a modern gym again. They worked out hard, building up a healthy sweat. After their workout they retired to the locker room where they found their cool, refreshing water jugs. They were so tired and dehydrated that they drank down the whole water jugs. They then started to take off their sweaty clothes to shower when they started to feel drizzly.
“What the fucckk, mannn,” Dakota gripped the locker, naked, to support himself.
“I don’t . . .feel welll,” Lance said before stumbling over his tights around his ankles and falling to the floor.
Dakota continued to hold on to the locker as he slid down to the floor as well, his powerful legs unable to support him.
The two cowboys came to to the boostive voice of Carter, “rope them cowboys, hee haw,”
Dakota and Lance, barely aware of what was going on, tried to stand up on their boot covered feet. They instantly realized that they were naked, except for their boots, leather chaps, and cowboy hat. Their cocks were rock hard thanks to the drugs that Carter had slipped them. Neither could speak as both mouths were gagged with ball gags. Dakota was about to pull at the gag’s straps that were secured behind his head when a lasso landed around him and tightly bound the cowboy’s huge arms to his side.
“I got one,” a man with a thick northern city accent proclaimed.
“Great job, sir,” Carter loudly proclaimed.
Lance looked terrified at his friend and tried to bolt across the large room to flee. However, he didn’t know where he was running to. Nevertheless, he didn’t get far as another lasso caught him, causing him to land face down on the floor, painfully on his hard cock.
“Great job, honey,” the man who had roped Dakota proudly congratulated his husband.
“Great work, sirs, now let's get your bulls hogtied and you can bull ride those hot wild stallions,” Carter cheered the two gay men on.
It was soon obvious to both Dakota and Lance that they were the bulls that were going to be rode that the advertisement referred to. Tears and look of fear formed in both straight men’s eyes as their muscular arms and legs were hogtied. They tried to resist as they were led over to two saddle looking devices. In the middle of each saddle was a hole. Instead of sitting down on the saddles, the cowboys were pushed down to lay over the devices. Their hard cocks were then pushed into the holes. As soon as their cocks were inserted inside the holes, it tightened around the cowboys’ cocks like a vice and began to vibrate. Dakota and Lance threw their heads back and cried out. Their already drug induced hard ons were throbbing. In their position, their muscular, well-developed butts were pushed up into the air. Roger, the rancher hand’s supervisor, then injected a serum into each cowboy’s arms
Once their powerful legs and arms were secured, Carter explained the rules to the two rich guests, “the objective is to stay on and inside these wild, untamed stallions until they buck you off or you get them to cum.”
The two rich gay men laughed as they undress. Dakota and Lance’s minds were going into overdrive. The drug that was injected into them was making it hard to think and the vibration against their cocks were making them grind against the saddles in animalistic feverish lust. Both gay man lined their cocks up to each cowboy’s tight hole. Then at the same time they both pushed hard into the tight virgin holes. Both Dakota and Lance yelled and began to struggle to free themselves. It was useless. Their minds were a mess and couldn’t focus nor think. They bucked like wild beasts while their cocks and prostate were worked. The men were riding them like wild bulls. They held onto the horse reins that were attached to the ball gags of each mindfucked cowboy. Sweat was pouring over each man's bodies, while Tears were running down Dakota and Lance’s faces. They were bucking to get the men out of them but also to cum. Dakota and Lance were so horny and needed to cum so badly as the men rode them hard and long.
Big dumb Lance was the first to cum. Covered in sweat, he threw his head back and yelled. The device in the saddle began to milk his cum out of him. Hearing his friend cum, drove Dakota over the edge. They both came into the milking-like hole. As they came, their tight anal muscles spasmed and clamp down around the men’s cocks, pulling them deeper into their manpussies. It didn’t took the two gay men long to flood both jock cowboys insides.
Carter was right, Dakota and Lance became popular additions to the ranch. They began in high demand for the rich gay men. In a few weeks there was nothing left of their cocky, toxic masculine that had gotten them in trouble before. They became docile cattle for men to breed and use.
2022-08-28 01:27:52 +0000 UTC
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Little league Coach
Sometimes coaching little league baseball is the hardest job in the world. Not only do you have to deal with the kids with their short attention spans but you have to deal with their parents. There will always be fathers upset that their future baseball star isn’t getting a chance to show his talents. They always know how to coach better than the coach does. Chase knew how it was. He has been coaching little league for five seasons and if he didn’t love the game he would have quit long ago. He wasn’t being paid to put up with all the abuse. He didn’t have many problems from the mothers. They were swooning over his hard muscles, flirting when they had a chance. It was the dads that he hated dealing with. Many of them were jealous of his masculine good looks, muscular body, and athletic abilities. On game days, he wore his baseball uniform from his minor league days, from the tight jersey or spandex compression shirt to the baseball pants with knee high socks, showing off his thick calves, powerful thighs, and baseball player ass. He was walking jock wet dreams.
There was one dad that Chase can honestly say he liked. Dr. Stone came to every one of his youngest son’s games. He would be in his suit or dress shirt and slacks having come straight from the office. Most parents show up in shorts and t-shirts and yell insults at the coaches and umps. Stone was always polite and only yelled encouragement to his son Brandon. Brandon was the best player Chase had on the team. Although Brandon was always polite, Chase could tell that the boy had an alpha mentality. He obviously got it from his dad. Stone radiates authority, an alpha mentality, not from being muscular or athletic. He didn’t need to talk loud or dominate a conversation, to dominate everyone around him. Stone was respectful yet firm. It felt natural for men to do what Stone told them to do. Chase was 100% straight but when he talked to the older man, the baseball coach found himself getting a hard on inside his jockstrap.
It was the last game of the season and although it didn’t end as Chase had hoped, it was a good year. Chase was picking up the bats and gear as most of the kids and parents were leaving. He spotted Stone saying goodbye to his son as the boy got into a car with his friends to go out for ice cream and pizza. As Chase carried the gear to his car, Stone approached him.
“Need help,” Stone asked.
“Sure,” Chase replied and let Stone help him load the gear into the backseat of his car.
When they were done, Chase turned to say thanks, when Stone boldly reached out and squeezed the coach’s crotch. Chase was shocked and speechless. He wanted to pull away and tell the man to get away from him, instead he just stood there, mouth open.
“I was wondering if the coach wears a cup or not,” Stone smiled and lied. If Chase was wearing a cup it would be very noticeable. “ At least you are wearing a jockstrap,” Stone whispered as he moved his right hand behind Coach Chase and openly traced the jockstrap lined over the curves of the coach’s plump jock ass.
“Please, I’m. . . I’m straight,” Chase groaned as his cock strained against the jockstrap pouch.
Chase nervously looked around to see if anyone was around. Stone continued to smile as he groped the baseball coach. Both men knew that Chase could stop this at any time and walk away, but Chase didn’t move.
“Good boy,” Stone whispered. “Take off your shirt,” Stone’s voice was stern and commanding, which sent a chill down the coach’s spine.
Without even thinking, Chase grabbed the seam of his compassion shirt and peeled it up his beefy torso. Chase’s body was fit and strong, with a light dusting of hair over his chest and chisel abs. As he pulled the shirt over his head and baseball cap and tossed it to the ground, Stone moved closer and gripped both of the coach’s wrists, keeping them over his head. Chase’s large biceps flexed as Stone leaned forward and kissed the coach on his beard lined lips. The coach instinctively opened his mouth and returned the other man’s kiss. It was Chase’s first time kissing a man and it felt different. Instead of kissing a passive female, Stone’s tongue pushed his mouth open and began to wrestle with the coach’s tongue for dominance. Chase let out a long groan into the doctor’s mouth as his cock expanded even more in the tight jockstrap. He felt so good as he let Stone dominate him. Chase kept his hands behind his backwards cap as Stone continued to explore his mouth and ran his hands down Chase’s torso. The coach kept his eyes closed enjoying the new sensations of being dominated. He offered no resistance as the belt of his baseball pants were undone. Stone pulled away from kissing him, to unzipped Chase’s pants. Chase wore a pair of white compression shorts under his baseball pants and over his jockstrap. The spandex material was stretched over the powerful baseball thighs and perfectly shaped ass. Chase helped Stone to finish undressing him, peeling the baseball pants over his athletic socks and sneakers. Stone then took the coach's hand and led the confused baseball player back to the field and the empty dugout. Chase looked nervously around to see if anyone was around to witness him being led half naked. Fortunately all the players and parents had left. Once in the relatively private concrete dugout, Stone pushed the muscular coach onto the concrete bench. He then grabbed Chase’s compression shorts and peeled them down his thick thighs, leaving him in only his jockstrap. Chase’s cock was hard and desperately trying to be free from the confines of the jock pouch. He laid back against the wall as he watched Stone unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, monsterous cock. Chase swallowed hard. He was straight, he never took anything up his ass before, not even a finger. Now he found himself lifting his legs and exposing his hole to another man. Chase’s virgin hole peeked out from under the jockstrap. The hole was circled by a light dusting of hair as it winked into view from between the firm round ass cheeks. Chase didn’t take his eyes off Stone’s cock as he reached around his legs and began to stroke his own jock hole. Stone smiled at him as Chase began to finger himself. Chase continued probing and loosening his hole while Stone freed his cock and stroked it.
“Please,” Chase moaned.
“Turn around,” Stone ordered.
Chase didn’t protest as he pulled his finger from his ass and then turned around. His large, muscular ass faced Stone, begging to be fucked. Then Stone grabbed his masculine waist and with a grunt pushed into the coach’s ass. The coach put his thick, vascular arms on the concrete bench and buried his head into his tan forearms. The pain was unbelievable as his insides were being ripped and stretched open. However despite the pain his cock remained hard. The doctor cock pushed halfway into his hole and then Stone eased out. Then with a hard thrust he pushed back into Chase. The pain slowly faded as his insides grew used to the thickness of the cock. When the massive cock began to pound his prostate the pain grew into pure pleasure. Chase’s eyes rolled back into his head as the big thick cock rammed in and out of him, over and over, each time deeper and harder. He was so hard that his cock pushed out of the side of his jock pouch, leaking large amounts of pre-cum onto the concrete floor. Stone grabbed the jockstrap waistband and used it as reigns while he thrusted in and out of the baseball coach’s ass. He was riding the prime jock ass hard.
“Fffuck, please,” Chase cried out.
Then, without touching himself, Chase let out a loud cry as he came hard. Over and over he shot his cum onto the dugout bench and floor.
“That’s it, good boy,” Stone called out as he continued to fuck the cum out of the straight baseball coach. “Oh, yes,” Stone closed his eyes as he felt the coach’s tight ass muscles clamp down on to his cock like a vice. The tight anal muscles spasmed around the thick cock as Chase came over and over. Then Stone quickly followed as his huge cock was milked. He came deep inside the coach, seeding him, breeding. When Stone finally stopped coming, he pulled out of the exhausted coach and let Chase fall to the floor like a rag doll.
2022-08-25 01:27:04 +0000 UTC
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Blue collar slave
Every so often the suits from the head office would come down to the site to review the crew progress and have some “fun” with the muscular construction workers. Most of the guys at the construction site grew nervous when they saw the long limousine pulled into the construction site, and Caleb was no different. He was working on the bulldozer when the five men pulled up to the site and got out of the black limousine. Their pure white shirts were clean and crisp and their identical suit jackets and pants were pressed. Everything about the well dressed men were groomed and perfect. They looked so intelligent with their pricey college education, that Caleb felt envious of them. He never was very smart and always relied on his huge muscles to get by in life. Chuck, foreman at the site, nervously met them at the door to his office trailer in his usual attire of orange work shirt, orange sunglasses, hard hat, worn jeans and heavy work boots. The businessmen seem friendly, a little too friendly, as Caleb spotted one of the men slapping Chuck on the ass, and gave it a firm squeeze. Chuck turned red in embarrassment but continued to lead the men into the trailer, closing the door behind them. Caleb and Chuck have been friends and workout partners for a long time, in fact it was Chuck that got him hired at the site. Chuck was as built and shredded as Caleb was. In fact they were the most built guys at the site. Both were all man, fucking any woman they wanted. They often hit legs together, squatting heavy weights low to the floor. As a result their asses were tight and round.
As soon as the door closed, the men of the site began to talk and gossip about what was going on inside. Inside the men wasted no time in ordering the straight foreman to strip naked. Chuck was humiliated and also aroused as he obeyed. He pulled the work vest and orange shirt over his head, revealing his huge shredded muscles. Chuck kept his heavy boots on as he undid his jeans and pulled them down his thick legs. He closed his eyes, trying to will down his hard cock, that was bulging his tight white briefs. After pulling the worn jeans over his boots, he stood with his muscular, vascular arms at his side as the men began to derate him for the slow work progress and being over budget on the site. Chuck, muscular and tough, stood there taking it in. He knew what was in store for him. Soon he was bent over his desk as the men took turns spanking him. His cock was so hard as it was pressed against the metal desk as each man spanked his firm ass.
“Yes, sir. It won’t happen again sir, no,sir, yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” tough Chuck grunted as the men criticized the site progress while spanking him.
Eventually, one of the businessmen grabbed his tight briefs from behind and pulled, ripping it open, exposing his muscular, sculpted ass cheeks. All of his smooth, powerful muscles now exposed, were turning the men on. The sounds of hands hitting the bare hard muscles echoed around the tiny trailer. Chuck was sure his men outside could hear him getting spanked and his deep moans. Once the flawless muscle ass had turned red from the spanking, the men flopped the big construction worker over onto his back. Chuck was ashamed as his 8” cock stood straight up, throbbing. He then obediently lifted his booted legs into the air, exposing his manpussy to his bosses.
“That a good dumb girl,” one of the suited men laughed.
The man gripped Chuck’s ankles and aimed his fat cock at the foreman’s hole. Chuck let out a loud groan as the cock pushed into his tight hole. However, soon his groans and moans were muffled as another man circled the desk and pulled the foreman’s head back. Chuck still wore his hard hat and shades over his eyes as a cock pushed into his mouth. The orange sunglasses blocked the tears as they formed in his eyes as he gagged on the cock. The other men could make out the cock’s shape through the thick neck muscles as it pounded down his throat. As he was being fucked from both ends he remained rock hard. Once one set of men came inside his mouth and hole, another set took their place, until all five men came in both ends of the muscle stud. When the final man came up in his semen lined ass, Chuck grunted louder and shot his load all over his chisel torso and rugged bearded face. He didn’t even touch himself.
Caleb was getting down from the large bulldozer when the five men exited the foreman’s trailer. However, Caleb didn’t see his boss, the foreman, exiting behind them, and figured from the way the five men were laughing and adjusting their expensive suits that they had giving Chuck a through dressing down and fucking. The suits quickly noticed Caleb. It was hard to miss the shirtless 6foot, 265lbs construction worker. He wore only his big heavy boots, old worn jeans that clinged to his thick thighs and muscular bubble ass, and hard hat. He looked all manly, rugged with his trim beard and powerfully built. It was against safety procedures to be shirtless on-site but Caleb figured his rich gay bosses wouldn’t mind.
“Hot day isn’t it,” the youngest of the businessmen called out as he approached Caleb.
“Yes, it is,” Caleb replied as he removed his work gloves from his large hands.
The preppy businessman looked like he was right out of college and had never seen a day of hard work in his life. Caleb figured the boy was already making twice as much money as he would ever make. The younger man was practically drooling over Caleb’s huge smooth muscles. Caleb’s arms were as big as the boy’s head, while his pecs were massive slabs of meat. The businessman’s eyes traveled down the chisel cobblestone 8 pack abs, and the younger man licked his lips. He would love to lick his tongue over those incredible abs. Caleb found himself reaching down and adjusting his crotch in the worn jeans. He was so horny. Soon the other businessmen were standing around Caleb.
“Damn, he is definitely a hot one,” one of the older men remarked.
“Yes he is, bet he is as dumb as a brick too,” another man, heavier then the others, added.
“He's definitely horny in this heat,” another laughed as Caleb’s bulge grew.
“He got an incredible ass, and those lips,” the final businessman added.
Caleb couldn’t believe how horny those men were making him. He was a straight alpha male but for some reason he found himself wanting the men to use him. They were talking about him as if he was nothing but an object, for them to own. He looked at the youngest man, and without a thought in his head he found himself squatting down in the middle of the circle of businessmen. His large hands fumbled with the younger man’s belt and zipper. The younger businessman smirked down at the muscle bound stud as Caleb finally fished out his thick, hard cock. Caleb held the cock in his hand as he looked up at the suited man with a dumb look in his eyes. Then withoutnthinking, Caleb wrapped his thick lips around the suit’s cock and began to suck it. His large nosals fared as he tried to breathe through them as his throat got pounded by the businessman’s cock. Caleb heard the other men laughing at him, but it didn’t stop him from taking as much of the cock down his throat as he could.
“Damn, he is a good muscle slut,” one of the men laughed.
The other men pulled out their hard cocks. Their hard ons were only inches from Caleb’s face. Caleb in return merely reached out his hands and began to stroke the cocks on either side of him. The fat businessman to his left, greedily pulled Caleb’s mouth off the younger man’s cock and rammed his own cock down Caleb’s throat. Caleb was so aroused that this mind was spinning. It was so hard to think as the men pulled him from one cock to another. His huge muscles were sweaty and his cock was leaking large amounts of pre-cum. The men were calling him a slut, whore, dumb and it only drove Caleb to suck them harder. He was so aroused in lust that his mind was cloudy and unfocused. All he could think of was pleasuring them. All his life, he tried to bury his submissive side, by working out, getting big, doing manly, alpha things, but it was a facade. Now the facade was being fucked out of him. He and his construction worker buddies was nothing but dumb fuck toys for those white collar suits. With his mouth once again wrapped around the youngest businessman’s cock, the other men lifted him up on his legs and his ass in the air, bending him over. With a hard tug, they pulled down his jeans, exposing his large, smooth ass. It was white as marble as the men pulled it toward them. His muffled moans filled the air as the men took turns spanking his ass, testing how firm and tight it was. It only encouraged the tough construction worker to suck in the cock in his mouth harder. The younger man gripped his head, keeping it firmly on his cock as the fattest businessman aimed his cock between Caleb’s sculpted ass cheeks and pushed into him. Caleb groaned over the cock as he took the cock up his tight straight ass. The man behind him, started to fuck harder and deeper, driving in and out of the prime construction worker ass. The man’s soft, fat belly slapping against Caleb’s muscle layered back. In a loud groan, Caleb came, shooting his load onto the ground. He didn’t touch himself either. His ass muscles spasmed around the cock up his ass, milking it like a vice. The businessman moaned and followed. Seeing his business partner cumming and seeding, a beautiful masculine stud, caused the younger man to come inside Caleb’s throat, causing the construction worker to swallow it all. When the two men pulled out of him, they were replaced by two other men.
2022-08-24 01:05:58 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island 3
The four jock friends have never been happier. While they weren’t pleasuring rich guests at the island resort or working on keeping their bodies in top condition, the four friends lounge by the pool or on the beach waiting for a guest to need their services. When they graduated from college, they thought they would go their separate ways and never see each other again. Now they never are apart. It was like old times as they lay beside each other in the warm Mediterranean sun. Instead of talking about the girls they had fucked the night before or earlier in the day, they talk about the older men that fucked their prime muscular asses. They were so happy, laughing and enjoying their carefree lives. There were no worries or concerns, as they forever kept their carefree jock days.
Marius laid on the chaise lounge in his skin toned aronik briefs that hugged his bulge and muscular ass, listening and laughing with his friends as Travis describe getting fucked by a popular action movie star earlier.
“Man, I didn’t know he was gay. I mean he's always denying it right and left,” Scott laughed.
“I know man, but he had a lot of pinned up frustration. He was pounding my ass for hours. I thought I won’t be able to walk again,” Travis laughed and rubbed his speedo clad bubble ass.
Marius laughed and looked over to his left toward the cabanas on the other side of the pool. There he noticed an Arabic sheik lounging on a large bed in a private cabana. The man’s long, trimmed beard was salt and pepper but his body seemed fit from what Marius could tell, under his long, traditional white robes and keffiyeh scarf headdress. The man smiled at Marius and lifted a wine glass to salute the handsome younger man. Marius smiled back. The sheik then reached down and lifted his long linen robe, exposing his fat, uncut cock and manly bush. Marius in return gently ran his tongue over his goatee lined pouty, full lips. The sheik continued to stroke himself, fondling his thick cock, moving the foreskin up and down the fat shaft.
Marius got up and excused himself from his friends. The boys continued to laugh, giving him cheers of encouragement. Marius adjusted the tight speedo and walked around the pool toward the cabana.
“May I be of service, sir,” Marius entered the cabana.
The middle eastern prince smiled as he continued to fondle himself, “ yes, you can.”
Smiling Marius crawled onto the round, white outdoor bed, between the prince hairy legs. Marius opened his mouth and then wrapped his full lips around the thick cock, causing the prince to moan and gripped Marius’s dark, curly hair. Marius have been well trained in oral sex and he took all the thick cock down his tight throat. Only a week ago the very thought of sucking a cock would have sickened Marius. Now he was so focused on pleasuring the older man. With the cock still deep in his throat, Marius looked up at the older man for approval as he worked the cock with his tongue and throat muscles.
Prince Abdullah was in pure ecstasy as the hot Italian stud was deep throating his thick cock. He wanted to fuck the hot jock boy so badly. He grabbed Marius by the hair and pulled Marius off his cock. Marius looked up at him and smirked, knowing what the prince wanted. He stood up on his knees and peeled the skin tight Aronik briefs down his masculine hips. Marius’ cock was hard and throbbing as it popped free from the tight spandex briefs. He then turned around to expose his perfectly, well developed ass for Abdullah. Laying his head on the soft daybed and keeping his bubble ass in the air, he reached his muscular arms behind himself and spread his smooth, perfectly round cheeks, revealing his hairless hole.
“Beautiful,” Abdullah mumbled in Arabic as he stood up on his knees as well, behind Marius’ ass.
The prince then aimed his drool and saliva covered cock between the plump jock ass. He then grabbed Marius muscular hips and roughly pushed into the boypussy. Marius let out a deep moan of pleasure as he took the cock into hole. He could see his friends from across the pool, cheering him on as he was rammed hard up the ass.
Abdullah had no concerns that he was fucking the beautiful Italian stud in plain view of every one around the pool area. The jock’s ass felt so good, as he thrust in and out of the tight boypussy. It felt like pure heaven.
Marius moaned as he pushed back his ass and flexed his tight anal muscles around the invading cock. He was trained on how to milk a man dry with his ass muscles.
Their loud moans and intense fucking was arousing the other rich older men around the pool area. Through his lust filled eyes, Marius watched his friends being paired off with one or two older men. Each jock smiled and obediently peeled down their swim briefs as they serviced the older men. Soon the entire pool area was engulfed in an orgy. Each jock was getting fucked up their flawless asses or down their tight throats or both at the same time.
Prince Abdullah was so turned on that he couldn’t hold off anymore. He thrusted deep inside Marius and with a loud grunt he came. He came hard and long, filling the jock’s ass. When he finally stopped he collapsed on top of Marius’s wide sweaty back. Holding Marius tight, he whispered into His right ear, “cum for me.”
“Fffuck, yesss, sir,” Marius cried out as he cum in waves onto the bed below him.
2022-08-22 01:05:01 +0000 UTC
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Paradise island 2
Javier followed Xavier into a relatively plain looking building on the far side of the island away from the lavish, elegant resorts. The inside of the warehouse looking building looked like a modern hospital. Javier followed as they made their way through the maze of hallways. Every so often they had to stop at a locked, guard door. Each locked door was flanked by two guards in black uniforms. Each guard was incredibly built. Their large muscular, well-defined arms and cannonball size delts were exposed in sleeveless shirts. Their black pants were tight over their massive quads and powerful buttocks. The guards were stern, emotionless expressions on their chisel faces, and they snapped to attention as Xavier approached them. At each door the manager ignored the guards, as he entered a code into a keypads.
Finally they stepped foot into a modern room, with a glass wall looking upon a larger room. In the larger room there were about five men in white lab coats, checking various monitors and the tablets each scientist carried. On the far wall was a huge monitor, where images of muscular younger men engaged in various sex acts with older or average men were being displayed one after another. Before the huge monitor were four recliner type chairs with leg stirrups. In each chair was Marius and his friends. Each boy was strapped naked in the leather chairs, with their muscular legs held spread and in the air by the stirrups. Their smooth, youthful, jock bodies were breathing heavily as they watched the images flash before them. Each jock cock was rock hard and throbbing, while Headsets were over each boy’s head, bombarding their helpless minds over and over.
Obedience is pleasure
Obeying is pleasure
Getting fucked is pleasurable
It feel so good to obey
You feel only pleasure when you get fucked
Meanwhile between their athletic, strong legs, a vibrating dildo attached to a fuck machine moved in and out of their holes, pounding and ramming against their prostates. Their eyes were glazed after 12 hours of watching the videos over and over. The evidence that each straight jock had come multiple times was obvious from the dry and fresh cum that pastaled their chisel abs.
Javier was impressed by the results he saw. Each straight, homophobic jock was rock hard and Carlos and Marius were both showing signs that they were about to cum again. He watched his nephew’s large, pump muscles bulging against the restraints. Marius arched his back as far as he could off the chair and groaned loud. Without touching himself, the college jock shot his load high in the air. The cum landed on his own face and hair, barely missing his eyes. Javier was impressed when barely 10minutes later Marius was once again rock hard.
Looking at the four jocks’ hard cocks, Marius realized they were as well hung as he had imagined them to be. In fact all four boys' cocks were what he considered below average.
“Their cocks look smaller than I thought,” Marius briefly turned toward Xavier.
“I’m afraid it is a side effect of the drugs we pump into them. Our subjects’ cocks usually reduce in size by an average of an inch or two, three at the most. After all, they really don’t need impressive cocks anymore after the reprogramming. They will spend the rest of their lives as bottoms anyway. I’m sure Master Stone would agree,” Xavier smiled at Javier.
“Yes, I’m sure that Master will be pleased with my report when I return,” Javier stated to Xavier without taking his eyes off the four jocks.
Javier heard Carlos deep moan through the glass wall as the muscular jock shot his load over his smooth pecs and chisel 8 pack abs.
Xavier smiled as he noticed the look of lust in Javier’s eyes, “would you want to try one of them out for your report to Master Stone?”
Javier paused, “you are right. It would be prudent of me to test out how effective their programming was.”
Xavier knew that Stone had kept some of Javier’s dominant personality to keep control of the large criminal empire and to humiliate the small helpless part of the former alpha male.
“Bring Carlos to my villa when his reprogramming is complete,” Javier ordered as he watched the two other former frat jocks cum.
That night, Javier was repacking for his return flight home the next morning . This time he would be returning home alone on his private jet. The four frat boys are going to have a busy future on the island as fuck toys for rich, preverted men. He just finished packing when there was a knock on the door. He looked at his gold Rolex watch and knew who it was. It has been 24hrs since the boys’ reprogramming began.
“Come in,” Javier called out as he made his way from the bedroom to the living room area.
The door opened and Carlos stepped into the villa. He was beautiful. The dark skin, muscular younger man wore only a couple of gold chains around his thick neck and a tiny, a size too small, snake skin pattern thong. His chisel, tattooed body was hairless from the neck down, displaying every vein and hard, bulging muscle. Javier’s own cock grew hard in his white linen pants just from looking at the once cocky preppy jock.
“I serve and obey,” Carlos’s voice was masculine and deep as it was before, but his eyes were docile.
Javier walked up to the taller, younger man and boldly reached out to stroke the sculpted 8 pack abs. The former homophobic stub offered no resistance. He instead obediently put his hands behind his head, flexing his arms and body for Javier’s pleasure. His entire body was open for the other man’s enjoyment. Javier could tell there wasn’t a thought in Carlos’s pretty head. Javier took his time in tracing his fingers over the deep valley each cobblestone abs. Carlos’ once impressive cock, now reduced to 5” hard, tented the snakeskin thong pushing the pouch out. Javier moved his finger lower, teasing the tight belly button and then tracing the veins of the lower abs until they vanish into the tiny thong. He then tightly gripped the cock through the thong, causing Carlos to parted his thick lips to moan. By the trap cock, Javier led Carlos into the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Javier turned, “get on your knees and suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” Carlos responded without emotion.
The muscle bound jock knelt before Javier and reached out to undo the white linen pants. Javier’s cock almost hit the masculine younger man in the face as it popped free. Carlos then opened his mouth and took the cock into it. Javier moaned as he gripped the jock’s hair. It had been so long since he felt a mouth on his cock and it felt so good. He began to move his hips as he moved his cock in and out of Carlos’s thick lips. Javier was so surprised how good of a cock sucked the 6’4 muscle bound stud was. He knew if Carlos kept it up he would come in any minute. He didn’t want to cum so soon, he wanted to enjoy Carlos’s virgin ass. Javier pulled Carlos off his cock by the hair. Carlos looked up at him with his dark questioning eyes. He was fearful that he didn’t serve properly. Javier then gripped Carlos' large right arm, pulling the jock onto his feet. The mob boss then pushed the jock face down on the bed. Carlos grunted as he landed on the bed. Javier finished pulling down his own pants as he admired the smooth perfect ass with the thin wedge of material getting lost between the huge, fat, yet firm ass cheeks. The cheeks looked as if they had eaten the thong. Javier felt a power he hadn't felt in a long time as he slapped the flawless right cheek. The firm cheek balanced and Carlos let out a deep moan. Javier then slapped the other cheek. He slaps each cheek as he loves hearing the muscle bound jock moan and whimper. The flawless cheeks grew red but Carlos showed no resistance. Knowing he couldn’t take much more, Javier stopped and pulled the thin material from between the cheeks. Pulling the thong aside and spreading the cheeks, he revealed the smooth, hairless hole. The rosebud winked and flexed toward him, begging to be fucked. So aroused, Javier aimed his cock at the tight entrance, and gripped the masculine waist. With a grunt, Javier pushed into Carlos’s ass. It was pure heaven, so tight as the anal muscles gripped his cock, pulling Javier deeper into the prime ass. Javier eased out and thrust back in, harder and deeper. Carlos’s moans and grunts edged him on more as he pounded in and out of the hole, his body slamming against the hard plump ass cheek. Javier pushed all the way into the muscle jock and closed his eyes. He was enjoying the feel of the muscles flexing around his cock like a vice. Javier was so close. He laid on Carlos’s wide sweetly back and reached under the younger man to grip the massive tattooed pecs. With one final thrust Javier came deep inside Carlos. He hasn't come on his own free will for so long. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Javier whispered into Carlos’s right ear, “cum for me now.” Carlos cried out as his body spasm and he cum over and over on the bed.
2022-08-20 00:45:26 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island
When Marius and his friends on the wrestling team graduated from college they thought they would go their separate ways and never see each other again. This disappointed the four muscular jocks. During school they form an inseparable bond as jocks and frat brothers. Upon graduating Marius would take control of his huge inheritance that his grandfather had left him and would be too busy to enjoy the carefree lifestyle he had grown to love. No more party filled nights, a different sexual conquest of a sexy co-Ed. An adult life awaits him and his friends.
On graduation day, however, Marius’ uncle and custodian of his trust fund,Javier, surprised him by announcing that he is sending the friends on a two week, all paid vacation on an exclusive island resort in the Mediterranean. The friends were overjoyed.
The next day the four athletic friends boarded Javier’s private jet for the island. It was their last big adventure together. Javier sit in one of the comfortable jet seats watching the four friends laugh and joke about all the women they were going to fuck on the island. The older man couldn’t help but admire their youthful energy and comradity with each other. The four younger men were all handsome with strong, muscular bodies. Javier was glad that Dr. Stone allowed him to accompany his nephew on the boys’ final trip.
Javier looked over at Carlos, the dark skin adonis, with the sexy full lips. The sleeves of the peppy pale blue polo shirt were stretched to its limits over the massive tattooed biceps. Carlos spread his legs as he set back laughing with the other boys. The white shorts were stretched over the massive thighs, while their whiteness contested beautifully with the flawless dark skin. Javier couldn’t help but stare at the tight crotch, and wonder what the wrestling star’s cock and virgin hole would taste like. Carlos already had a job lined up with a prestigious law firm the week after he returned from the island vacation.
Man, I can’t wait to fuck some hot real Italian beauties,” Javier’s attention turned to Travis.
The boy laughed as squeezed his bulging crotch through his khakis shorts. Travis walked past Javier with a drink in hand. Javier looked up and scanned his eyes up the muscle packed body. The shorts were tight over the well developed, defined quads. Tattooed stripes circled Travis’ left massive thighs and calves. Javier fantasizes how those powerful legs would look in the air. The khaki shorts hugged a large muscular ass, but the long linen shirt blocked how magnificent it truly was. The fine linen shirt was left half unbuttoned to reveal Travis’s large oversized pecs. Javier doubted that Travis could even button the shirt all the way up over the massive slabs of meat. Just the thought of the younger man’s large pecs and meaty nipples made the mob boss’s mouth water. Despite Travis boasting about his planned conquests, he was engaged to be married in less than a month, and had a job lined up at high reputable brokerage firm.
Scott, the 5’6 blonde muscle adonis, stood up from the seat beside Javier and high-fived Travis. Javier was able to steal a glance of Scott’s perfect bubble ass as he stood up. The designer white jeans hugged the muscle boy’s powerful, yet short legs, and plump muscular ass. What Scott lacks in height he made up for in muscles. Scott’s thick arms were a golden tan and stretched the short sleeves of the green father son brand button up shirt. Javier heard the guys earlier joking behind Scott’s back about how small his cock was. One look at the boy’s huge muscles and you can tell he had spent most of his life trying to overcompensate for his inadequacies. With those huge muscles and oversized ass of his, it is obvious that Scott would be a natural bottom. Scott’s family was politically connected and his father already had desires on his youngest son going into politics.
Those boys had such bright futures ahead of them, that Javier almost felt sorry for his part in ruining their futures. Lastly there was Marius, Javier’s nephew. The sexy stud took after his uncle in the fashion sense. He wore a tight fitted plaid pattern pair of pants that showed off his thick thighs and his full packed crotch. The satin shirt was halfway unbuttoned to show off his beautiful olive skin and well developed pecs. Several gold chains hung around his thick neck and between the tight valley of his lightly hair pecs. He wore a tightly trimmed goatee around his full pouty lips. It was obvious from his cocky demeanor that he was the ringleader of the group. Despite his youth, Marius was the only real threat to Javier control of the crime family. Dr. Stone had turned most of the mob’s handsome goons and hitchmen but several of the older family bosses weren't approving of Javier’s new lifestyle. They look upon Marius as a possible alternative. Javier knew that Marius must go and his master had just the plan.
Xavier Pompeii stood by the private runway on the island waiting for the latest arrivals to disembark from the jet. He wore one of his all white suits as usuals, and adjusted his tie. Xavier was informed by Dr. Stone, that he had some very special items he sure would be of great addition to the island’s staff. He knew the doctor very well as a member of the cartel board and therefore one of his employers. Over the years, Xavier had developed great respect for Dr. Stone. When he saw the men exiting the jet and made their way down the steps, Xavier was very impressed. The younger men would do very nicely at the resort.
“Welcome to Paradise Island, gentlemen,” Xavier held out his hand to greet the men.
Javier was the first to extend his hand to take Xavier’s, “thank you. I hope everything is ready for us.”
Javier turned his head briefly as he heard Scott and Carlos snerking and shot them a look to be quiet.
“Yes, we have three villas are ready, one with a deluxe king for you, Mr. Javier and two two beds villas for your guests. You and your friends have free access to all the beaches and amenities,” Xavier stepped aside and motioned for Javier and the younger men toward the waiting Jeeps.
As the younger men passed and climbed into the topless Jeeps, Xavier looked approvingly at each muscular jock. “Yes, they would do nicely,” he whispered to himself.
Later at night, Marius, Scott, and Carlos were outside in the courtyard of their villas seated by a bonfire, smoking expensive Cuban cigars and fine sweet wine, when Travis joined them.
“Dudes, what with this place? There is not a single woman on the whole damn island, just old men,” Travis proclaimed.
“We know! I already asked Javier when we can leave, he made some excuse that the jet needs some repairs,” Marius took a drink of the wine.
“And What is it with that Xavier dude, with his white suit. I thought we were on fantasy island,” Carlos laughed and puffed on the cigar.
“The plane, the plane,” Scott added, causing the others to laugh louder.
“At least the liquor and cigars are good,” Marius puffed on his cigar and raised his glass.
As they continued to smoke their cigars and alcohol they grew milder and sleepy. They were barely conscious when Xavier came upon them. He smiled as he moved behind Carlos and rubbed the younger man’s broad shoulders. The resort manager could feel the thick, firm muscles under the soft cotton shirt. Carlos let out a low murmur. Xavier pulled the younger man’s head back by his hair, revealing Carlos’s dull and unfocused eyes. His thick beautiful lips were parted in a moan. The older man looked around the group of friends and saw that the drugged cigars and wine had taken effect on them. Their hard bodies were spread out and vulnerable. He leaned down and roughly kissed the straight muscular Carlos on his full lips. Carlos offered no resistance as the man’s tongue probed into his mouth and Xavier moved his hand down into the younger man’s shirt. He pulled away when two of the island’s staff came.
“Strip them and take them to the processing center,” Xavier ordered the two muscular staff.
“Yes, sir,” they obediently responded.
The two handsome staff members were the same age as the four jocks and had powerful bodies of bodybuilders. They obediently obeyed and began to undress each man. None of the four friends were unable to resist as their clothes were pulled off of them. Xavier smiled as each younger man’s exquisite bodies were revealed. Two more staff members arrived to assist. After they were stripped, their bodies were thrown over a staff member's shoulders. Xavier smiled to himself as the four friends, beautiful muscular asses were exposed while they were carried away.
To be continued
2022-08-16 01:16:23 +0000 UTC
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When people see Trey on the street or at the gym, they see a masculine, straight alpha male. He looked confident, in charge, sexy and even cocky. However, that was far from the truth. His outer persona was an illusion, a facade carefully structured to hide his true nature that only one man knew about. His master saw right through the blond muscle stud with his Ken doll good looks and his muscle god body. The master knew under the tough, stern, muscular exterior was a boy that needed a real man’s approval and control. Trey didn’t realize that about himself at first until the master convinced him. All the failed relationships with women, founding himself growing tired of their nugging was because they were not what he needed.
One fateful night, the master dominated and broke the 6’4 muscle stud in the gym locker room. At first Trey couldn’t believe the older man's nerves when the master told him to strip naked. He wanted to tell the smaller man to fuck off, but when the master told him again, in a firm, commanding voice, Trey found himself pulling down his underwear and revealing a raging hard cock. Trey was in tears as he was pushed down on his knees and the shorter, older man pushed his huge cock into the bodybuilder’s mouth. Everything that Trey believed about himself that day was destroyed.
After the master destroyed the once proud, alpha muscle boy, he remade Trey into the perfect himbo. The master now kept Trey smooth from the neck down, telling him that body hair was for real men, not work of art like him. He wasn’t a man but a precious possession to be taken care of, to be possessed and used for its owner's pleasure. He doesn’t need to think or worry, just make his master happy.
When Trey wasn’t being fucked up his beautiful sculpted ass, his cock was kept locked up in a cockcage. At first he resisted having his proud cock immobilized in the steel device but he soon realized the benefits. He found himself more focused on working out. The built up testosterone from not being able to cum or release, allowed him to build bigger muscles. He found himself thinking less about his own satisfaction and more on pleasing others.
Trey’s master dictated all aspects of his life. The master developed a strict workout and diet regimen for him. He works out two times a day, abs and cardio in the morning and lifting in the evenings, two hours each workout. When lifting, the Master required him to do two days of push, two days of pull workouts, and three days for legs. With focus on his legs and ass, his ass grew bigger, rounder, and tighter. People, both men and women, straight or gay, turned their heads and stared at the perfectly shaped ass. His ass cheeks looked like and felt like two bowling balls pushed into his skimpy shorts or tight joggers. Trey had been muscular before, but the master’s program got him bigger and more shredded.
His Master also chose what clothes he wore. The clothes looked slutty and showed off his huge body, but the master told him that he worked out hard for his body and should show it off. Despite how slutty the clothes were, his huge muscles made him still look masculine. Trey’s friends were shocked at the transformation of the previous conservative alpha stud. However, he found most of his former male workout partners were jealous or envious of his new body.
A year after submitting to his master, Trey did his first bodybuilding competition and won first place. He was overjoyed, as he hugged his master backstage after winning. Trey knew he would never have made it without his master. To celebrate the master took him to a gay bathhouse. He didn’t even change out of his tiny poser nor shower off the fake tan, his master told him to just put on a pair of sweats, an oversized stringer and flip flops. The attendant at the bath house couldn’t stop staring at the Trey’s huge exposed pecs as the master paid for their membership and a room. While most men in the club were walking around in towels, Trey’s master instructed him to wear only the tiny shiny poser. Trey was turning heads as the master led him around the maze of dark rooms and hallways. The tiny poser was barely covering his huge bubble ass.
A group of men stopped Trey and the master, “Damn, he is beautiful. Is he yours?” The men asked as their eyes greedily took in Trey’s tan sculpted body.
The master smiled, “ yes, he is.”
“Great job with him. He is one hot, sexy pup,” the taller of the men looked hungrily over Trey. “And that ass is a work of art. Can we touch it,” the man asked the master respectfully.
“Sure. Trey, turn around and show the men your ass,” The master ordered.
Trey didn’t say a word and remained the submissive muscle boy, as he turned his wide back to the men.
“Damn, that is beautiful,” another man complimented as he reached out and squeezed the firm ass.
“Man, that ass is tight. Feel like it's made of stone,” another man groped the hard muscle booty.
Trey just proudly stood as the men admired, explored and groped him. He knew his master would only allow other men to look and touch, and occasionally fuck his pouty lips, but his perfect ass was off limits to everyone except the master’s huge cock.
The master then led Trey into a dark cubicle. A catwalk about 6ft above the floor circled the room and in the middle of the cubicle was a leather covered bench with padded knee rests. Men were standing along the catwalk looking down at Trey and the master, while the master peeled down Trey’s briefs over his big muscular ass. The ass was firm, and flawless, with very little fat on the large cheeks, just layers of thick cords of muscles. Trey’s 6” rock hard cock popped free and stood straight ahead. The master had let Trey remove the cage just before the competition to accommodate the tiny poser, and had let him keep it off for the rest of the night as a reward for winning first place. With a firm hand on Trey’s wide back, the master pushed Trey faced down on the bench. He rested his knees on the padded rests as the master removed his towel.
“Please, daddy, fuck me,” Trey whimpered as he felt the master’s cock pressing against his muscle boypussy.
Trey knew the men that were watching were being turned on as the master’s cock pushed into him. He loved putting on a show for voyeurs, he wanted them to get aroused while watching him get used and fucked like the big muscle slut he truly was. Trey groaned loud as the master’s thick cock slid into him. He felt so good as his powerful ass muscles were being stretched. He pushed back for more of the cock.
“Thank you, daddy,” Trey’s deep voice moaned to the enjoyment of the spectators watching.
Trey could hear the men’s moans over his own grunts and groans as some were openly jerking off over him or began to pair up, fucking each other while watching him. The master was thrusting in and out of his ass, each time deeper and harder. The sounds of master slamming against this muscular ass was echoing through the dark room. Master reached under Trey and pulled his cock out from under him, pulling it back so it hung back against the padded bench, causing Trey to groan louder. The master was slapping his massive thighs with one hand as he slammed in and out of the musclepussy. With his free hand, the master grabbed a fist full of Trey’s blonde hair to pull the muscle stud’s head back so that the voyeurs could see the look of pure lustfull bliss in Trey’s face. Trey’s eyes were rolled back into his head and his mouth was open in a long silent moan. When his eyes rolled back and he looked up all he saw was men standing over him on the catwalk stroking their hard cocks while watching him. It turned Trey on so much. However, he couldn’t cum, despite how hard he was, how aroused, he couldn’t cum until his master gave him permission to.
“Oh, Fffuck that’s hot,” Trey heard a man moan from the second level.
Trey looked up just in time as cum shit from the man’s cock and arched through the air, landing on Trey’s handsome, masculine face. Seeing the cum running down the muscle himbo’s face caused other men to cum. Three men, one after another, jerked feverishly and shot their load on Trey's face. All the while, the master slammed in and out of his slave’s prime ass. With one hard thrust, the master pushed all the way into Trey’s ass. He then paused, laying flat on the wide muscular back, holding Trey tight.
“Cum, for me, cum now,” the master whispered while biting Trey’s right, small earlobe.
“Fffuck, thank you sssirrr,” Trey cried out.
He shot his load hard. As he came, his ass muscles gripped the master’s cock like a vice and began to flex around the thick cock, milking it. The master grunted and quickly followed, filling his prize mare with his seed. When the master finally pulled out of Trey, the slight of his cum leaking the musclepussy caused more men to jerk off and shoot their cum onto Trey’s face. The master pulled Trey’s tiny poser back up and over the large ass cheeks and led the bodybuilder back to their room. As he walked, Trey felt the cum leaking from his ruined hole and soaking from the posing briefs.
Once back in their small cubicle room, Trey stripped out of the ruined poser and laid on the twin size bed. The master then spooned up behind him, holding his muscle boy tight as Trey rested before round two
2022-08-13 00:53:31 +0000 UTC
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CENA TAKEDOWN TWO
John Cena arrived at his agent’s office and as the two men met to discuss Randy Orton’s challenge, Cena noticed that his agent was nervous. The two men knew each other for years and the agent had been representing the blonde muscular pro-wrestler almost as long as they knew each other. The agent nervously walked over to his office bar, where he kept his liquor for high profile clients like John and poured two glasses of Cena’s favorite drink. The older man discreetly reached into his pocket and pulled out the small vial. He hesitated. The agent was friends with Cena and didn’t want to betray their friendship, but Javier was a man you don’t say no to. Javier had visited him at his home and told him, more like ordering him, to drug Cena and deliver him to Javier. The agent at first refused but the mob boss told him if he doesn’t there will be consequences. You don’t say no to the head of the mafia. Javier then proceeded to take the older agent upstairs to his own boys’ room. The agent was shocked to find his twin jock sons 69ing each other in bed. The mob boss had already gotten to the muscle boys and had turned them. Neither boy seemed to notice that they had company in their room as they explored and groped each other, while hungrily sucking each other’s cocks.
“If will be ashame if a video of them fucking each other get out, their football and wrestling careers will be ruined,” Javier whispered into the agent’s ear.
Having no choice, the agent poured the contents of the vial into Cena’s drink. The agent then walked back over to his client and handed Cena the spiked drink.
“The sponsors of the fight are offering both you and Randy a half million each to complete,” the agent sat across from John and nervously watched him drink the liquor.
“WWE isn’t sponsoring the match,” Cena downed the drink and then asked.
“No, a new wrestling federation is sponsoring and holding the event,” the agent responded.
Within minutes, John started to already notice the effects of the serum. He put his large hand to his forehead as it was starting to get hard to think. His mind was feeling cloudy and he was unable to focus. At the same time, Cena’s muscles felt pumped as if he just had an intense workout. His clothes felt uncomfortable and restrictive as Cena started to pull at his polo shirt. His cock was hard in his khakis pants, feeling trapped. The agent couldn’t help but notice the large tube shaped bulge forming in his pants. John even began to adjust himself in the chair, as he suddenly felt a tingling in his large ass. It was making him even more horny. The straight alpha pro-wrestler turned his eyes toward his agent’s crotch. He suddenly had a desire to suck his old friend’s cock. John’s mouth felt dry. The agent couldn’t believe that John was staring at his crotch with that hungry look in his eyes. With an animalistic grunt, John Cena slid out of his chair and onto his knees. The agent was shocked and surprised as the modern day symbol of American masculinity crawled over on his hands and knees.
“Please, I need to suck your, your . . . Cock,” John even surprised himself.
The agent wasn’t gay but the events of the past day, and seeing a muscular, alpha male like Cena begging to suck his cock was a rush. He always believed that it wasn’t gay if you use a faggot for a real man’s pleasure. Sex was about power. The older man unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his fat cock. He was rock hard as he grabbed the pro-wrestler’s blonde hair and pushed his cock into the willing mouth. John Cena’s warm mouth felt so good around his cock that he began to fuck Cena’s mouth. He fucked it rough causing the larger man to gag and cough on his cock. He knew Cena could easily snap his neck but his huge muscles were useless. Cena’s eyes were glazed over as he tried desperately to service the cock in his mouth, as he continued to gag on it. His clean cut face turning red as his agent and friend face fucked him. The power the agent had over Cena’s huge mountain of muscles kneeling before him was a rush for the older man. He was dominating John Cena, the epitome of an alpha male. The agent pushed his cock as far down Cena’s as he could and held the blonde head as tight as possible. With a loud moan, the agent shot his load into John’s mouth. Cena, to his agent’s amazement, greedily lap up and swallows every last drop of cum as if he was a starved dog.
“I’m so sorry, my friend,” the agent whispered in remorse as he took the syringe from his suit pocket and injected it into the thick vein of Cena’s neck.
John Cena offered no resistance as he slowly slid to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.
GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION’S WINNER TAKE ALL MATCH. WHERE THE ONLY RULES IS THAT THERE ARE NO RULES. WE HAVE SEVERAL GREAT FIGHTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE TONIGHT. THE MAIN EVENT TONIGHT IS BETWEEN THE TWO GREATS OF PRO-WRESTLING IN A NO HOLD BAR, WINNER TAKE ALL MATCH:RANDY THE VIPER ORTON AND THE ONE AND ONLY JOHN CENA.
The announcer's voice roared over the cheering fans. Hundreds had paid the hefty priced tickets to see the two rivals fighting out in a winner take all competition. Thousands of more were watching via steaming across the world. They all had something in common, they were all men.
In a private suite booth, Javier and Dr. Stone was watching the matches unfolding. The rising stars Austin Theory and Cole Karter were on their knees in front of the older men, naked while their heads bobbed up and down on the hard cocks. Austin was slurping hungrily on the doctor’s cock trying to get the precise semen he is now addicted to. He looked up at his master with his puppy dog eyes looking for approval. The baby face Cole, born and raised in West Virginia, was in pure bliss as he worked on Javier’s cock. The mob boss was enjoying the rare moment of being the one being serviced, instead of being on his knees servicing the master. However, he felt envious of Austin as the chisel athlete stretched his mustache trimmed lips around the doctor’s thick cock. Both wrestlers’ cocks were rock hard and throbbing as they worshiped the older men's cocks.
The lights faded and flood lights shone on the opposite stages, as fireworks went off. Both Randy and Cena stepped out on to their stages at the opposite ends of the arena. Instead of his trademark long jean shorts, John wore only boots and a yellow thong. The men of the audience roared in cheers and cat calls. The tiny strip of material in the back was completely lost between the huge muscles of Cena’s large ass. His caged cock was bouncing in the tiny pouch and exposed muscular ass cheeks flexing as he ran down the ramp toward the ring. His thick body was ripped like a Greek god.
As for Randy, he wore his knees high wrestling boots and a white thong. Randy’s massive, long thighs were like stone columns. The thin material of his thong was transparent showing off in great detail the cock cage he wore. Both muscular, alpha wrestlers had their useless cocks locked in steel cages, with Dr. Stone being the only one with a key to them. The audience was cheering, shouting their names as the two rivals climbed into the ring.
When the match began both men came out fighting. They dodge and slam against each other to the delight of the cheering fans. Randy was the first to knock Cena to the mat and attempted to pin him, but John kicked out from under Randy’s tall, muscular body just in time. The ring bounced as each man athletically threw each other down in an attempt to pin each other. Cena used the ring ropes to propel himself at Randy, but the viper moved in time and gripped the back of Cena’s tiny thong. As Cena tried to pull away the thin spandex material ripped, leaving John naked in front of the screaming and cheering audience. His smooth, ripped body was on full display including his caged cock. There were chants, “fuck him, fuck him,” rising from the crowds. When Randy charged at him, Cena extended his arm and knocked Randy on to his back with a loud thud. Randy was able to row on to his stomach to avoid a pin, but Cena grabbed his sweaty thong and ripped it off, leaving both men naked, except for the polished steel cock cages. Both men’s fat cocks were straining against the devices. They went back and forth, exhausting each other. They were eventually matched. They were covered in sweat and bruises, but neither man would accept the fate of being the other’s bottom. Randy climbed up on the corner of the ring and jumped landing squarely on top of Cena. Cena was knocked out, however, Randy landed so hard that he was knocked out as well. They were both lying on the mat naked, both defeated. The audience was loving it. The referee called the fight a draw to the dismay of the audience. The boos and shouts faded as Dr. Stone came to the ring as the Chairman of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation.
“Gentlemen,” Stone took the microphone. “As the rules stated in winner takes all matches, if there is no winner then both wrestlers lose. Therefore both would get fucked.” The audience cheered louder. “The rules state 12 men in the audience that placed the highest bets for each wrestler will fuck the wrestler he wager on.” More cheers. Stone raised his hands to continue, “However, as that both wrestlers lost, their cock’s will remain locked up while getting fucked.”
The audience erupted in cheers. For the next two hours, John Cena and Randy Orton were each fucked by 12men. Each man came in their mouths or perfectly developed asses. However, neither former alpha men were able to cum or get hard as their prostates were pounded over and over. Little remained of their alpha personalities after that night. Both men were reduced to sobbing wrecks.
2022-08-11 01:10:36 +0000 UTC
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CENA TAKEDOWN
John Cena stepped out of the shower in his Hollywood mansion. He didn’t bother covering his beefy body as he walked into the bedroom while drying himself off. Cena then stopped and stared at his smooth, muscle packed body in the mirror. Despite his retirement from the WWE and his new focus on acting, he still was in prime shape. His muscles were still huge and solid with very little visible fat. Cena had the television on the latest show of the WWE when he heard his name mentioned. Although he was still retired from wrestling he was still an abbot follower. The voice was unmistakably that of Randy Orton. John stopped what he was doing, dropping the towel on the floor while watching the interview.
“Randy you are in phenomenal shape, what is your secret,” the short, balding interviewer asked as his eyes openly scanned down Randy’s now chisel 8 pack.
The reporter was a notorious fag around the locker room, always lurking to catch glimpses of the pro-wrestlers naked. However, John had to admit he agreed, his old rival Randy never looked better. He looked stronger, more shredded, and rested then John ever saw him.
“Thank you, I feel awesome,” Randy answered as he stood close to the reporter.
John Cena didn’t believe his eyes at first when he noticed the subtle brushing of the interviewer’s hand against Randy’s packed large crotch. Randy didn’t make any protest and in fact looked like he made a little moan of pleasure. The television camera panned up, cutting off what was going on below the Viper's sculpted abs. The screen didn’t show the interviewer’s left hand as it appeared to be reaching out. Was the gay interviewer continuing to fondle the tall pro-wrestler, John thought to himself.
Randy took the microphone from the smaller man, this obviously gave the gay man’s hand more access to Randy’s impressive crotch. “I never felt better and I am 100% back. In fact I am challenging John Cena to join me out of retirement and fight me on the 20th in a special smackdown. Just him and me, no hold bar and the winner takes all match. Don’t be afraid old man,” Randy looked at the camera as if he was addressing Cena personally.
John had heard a lot of smash talk over the years, and Randy was one of the worst, but what Orton went on to say irritated the former champion. Cena was retired and had no desire to come back, however, the challenge was harsh and to save face John could not let it go without an answer. John Cena didn’t bother getting dressed as he made his way over to his phone to call his agent to see if the WWE or Randy’s camp had received out to his people.
“Cut, great job Randy,” Javier shouted as the staged interview had stopped filming.
Randy grunted in response and finally let out the long, low groan he was desperately trying to hold back during the interview. The reporter pulled Randy fat, hard cock out from the tiny wrestling briefs and stroked it. Orton’s cock swollen and throbbed in the smaller man’s hand. Randy’s huge muscles tensed up and he exploded like a glazer. Cum spilled out of his cock hole and ran down his fat, veiny cock on to the reporter’s hand. The reporter laughed and when the huge pro-wrestler finally stopped cumming, he let go of the slowly deflating cock and placed his hand up toward Randy’s mouth. Without any hesitation Randy then obediently ate his own cum, licking the smaller man’s hand clean.
While Javier, who had taken over Randy’s management from the wrestler’s former agents, Dr. Stone was working on expanding his take over of the pro-wrestling empire.
“Please, daddy, I’m a bad boy,” Brian Cage, the bodybuilder turned up and coming pro wrestler cried out.
The doctor smirked. He raised his hand and bought it down hard on the large muscular bubble ass. The impact echoed through the training room as the powerful ass cheeks jiggled at each spank. The bodybuilder wore only a size too small wrestling briefs that left the lower selection of his smooth ass cheeks hanging out.
“Thank you, daddy,” Brian cried out as Stone delivered another hard slap on the opposite cheek then before.
Brian’s now insufficient cock was painfully straining against the steel confines of his cock cage in the tiny wrestling briefs. Stone had locked up the once arrogant pro wrestler the first day he injected his serum into the rising wrestling star. The beast that had suffered from roid rage in the past had become a docile cow, that the doctor was planning on milking.
“Please fuck me daddy,” the 6’, 275lb wrestler pleaded while flexing his shredded, sculpted body.
Brian never was that ripped, even during his younger bodybuilding days. The doctor had programmed him into believing that he needed other men cum to get bigger, stronger, and shredder. The doctor smirked and slapped the powerful ass one more time causing the muscle behemoth to moan and buck backwards. Stone gripped the over stretched spandex wrestling briefs and pulled as hard as he could. It didn’t take much as the thin stretched material ripped and the giant muscle ass cheeks were exposed. The completely hairless ass was a work of art. Brian groaned as he reached his huge arms around him and spread his golden tan cheeks, to reveal his smooth rosebud entrance. The doctor then gripped the wrestler’s powerful hips and pressed his fat cock head at the hole. Then with a hard push he thrusted into the tight wrestler’s manpussy. Brian let out a loud growl as the cock pushed into him. His eyes rolled back into his head as he grunted and pushed his ass back for more of the thickness inside his tight manpussy. Pro-wrestlers like him was built to take hard fucking, and he was loving it.
Brian Cage wasn’t the only newly acquired pro-wrestling athlete. In the training room was Austin Theory. The handsome, model-like wrestler was hanging by his wrists, from the top of a cable pulley station. His hard sculpted muscles were straining against his bounds as sweat poured from him. He rested his head against his outstretched triceps, exposing his smooth, hairless underarms. His arms were almost the size of his head. However, instead of being in discomfort, his handsome boyish face had a look of pure blissfulness on it. His cock was rock hard as it stood straight from his bare chisel crotch.
Stone’s nerdy son, Wilbur, was a huge fan of Theory and the doctor gave the 6’1, 220 athlete to Wilbur to get the skinny nerd in better shape. In fact Theory was training Wilbur to box by letting himself be used as a punching bag. Theory’s rock hard 8- pack were tensed as Wilbur punched him in the stomach. The boy couldn’t do much damage to the rugged built wrestler. In fact the nerd worked up more sweat than the “money in the game” wrestler. All along Theory remained rock hard.
Even though the workout was exhausting for Wilbur, he was so horny. He stopped pounding the abs and walked behind Austin’s chisel back to the perfectly sculpted ass. Wilbur wrapped his skinny arms around Theory’s narrow waist and pressed his cock between the heavenly smooth ass cheeks. Austin Theory threw his head back and let out a deep moan as he felt the thick cock pushed into him. He offered no resistance and just moaned in pleasure as Wilbur began to thrust in and out of Theory’s beautiful, perfect shape ass.
To be continued
2022-08-09 01:01:31 +0000 UTC
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THE AWAKENING
FINAL
That night a massive orgy took place in J’ong-Ra’s altar room. The moans, grunts, and groans of men fucking each other filled the air. The hard body marines and the captured ISIS fighters were each getting fucked by the archeologists and site workers in various positions. Some were fucked from both sides, in their mouths and up their asses, as they were forming a massive mass on the stone floor while they braced and grinder against each other. In the middle of the mass of fresh and muscles were Privates Smith and Cooper, on their hands and knees facing each other. The former rivals were kissing while each got fucked from behind. Behind Smith was an overweight archeologist slamming in and out of his smooth flawless ass. Meanwhile, behind Cooper was Corporal Mendez. The Corporal was pressed against private Cooper’s hard, smooth back ramming in and out of the marines' hungry hole. The two privates were moaning into each other mouths as they both got fucked. Professor Hussein Sadik came up behind Mendez and spread the Corporal’s tight, firm ass cheeks. Mendez looked over his broad shoulders as the older man pushed his cock into his marine ass. As he felt his tight hole being penetrated, Mendez threw his head back against the Professor. The older man placed his hands on Mendez’s lean waist and began to control the marine’s thrusts in and out of Cooper’s well used ass. It was like Sadik was fucking them both. When he pulled out of Mendez the Corporal pulled out of Cooper. When the Professor thrusted into the Corporal, Mendez slammed into the redhead private. Elsewhere, Omar was on his knees in the middle of a circle of older American men, greedily taking each cock between beard lined lips. The former jhadist was in pure heaven as the men fucked his pouty lips. Blonde, muscular Westbrook was impaling himself on a man’s cock, bouncing up and down the thick shaft while sucking on another man’s cock that stood over him. While O’brian was on his back laying a spread eagle on the floor, with his powerful legs in the air while a man was fucking him. Another man pulled the Boston born marine’s head back and was fucking his mouth, while three other men were each enjoying his pert nipples and throbbing cock.
On his throne sat Jong-Ra in his regal attire, watching the orgy before him. At his feet was sergeant Jackson in only a gold loincloth. J’ong-Ra showed no emotions at the scene before him as he lazily stroked his bare foot over the half naked sergeant. His foot lifted the marine’s loincloth and pressed and rubbed Jackson’s still hard cock. The beautiful black marine reminded J’ong-Ra so much of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh that he had once fucked in this very room. The god’s mind drifted back to that ancient time, to a time when gods were real. His city was great with towering moments to the vastness of the Gomorrahian Empire. While most civilizations at the time were living in mud brick structures or huts, this city was made of marble and granite. Beautiful, lavish gardens decorated the palaces’ courts, roofs and even descended from its walls. The entire city was a living monument to their god’s glory. His worship was wide and far. He was known for taking Aries the god of war as a love, for making Bael prostitute himself before him. Great kings from many lands came from great distances to bow before him. They knew him by many names, Mithras in Persia, Ra in Egypt, Konsos in Greece. Among the kings that dropped to their knees were the great Pharaohs of Egypt. Each new pharaoh was required to travel out of his lands to bow before him in the hope of taking the god’s cock and seed into him. It was believed in Egypt at the time that the pharaoh had the blessing to rule by the god if he carried the seed of Ra in him.
The new pharaoh therefore came from the west with great tributes for J’ong-Ra. J’ong-Ra was impressed as the dark skin pharaoh walked into his altar chamber, strong and proud. His large powerful torso was bare except for a wide collar of rare gems. His pecs were huge slabs of meat, as if carved from black stone. The pure whiteness of his kilt was a beautiful contrast to his dark skin. The pharaoh’s legs were thick and strong. He was a warrior king, with a body that even the gods are envious of. This warrior had fought many battles for his predecessor and had an air of arrogance to him. He distaste the decadence around him. Even as the mighty Pharaoh kneeled there was a defiance about him. He dared to look up at J’ong-Ra and then at his harem of boys that stood near the living god. J’ong-Ra could sense the Pharaoh’s contempt toward him and his court. He should have dismissed the upstart as unworthy to run, however, J’ong-Ra lusted to possess him and make the Pharaoh an example to the other kings. With a wave of J’ong-Ra’s hand the Pharaoh’s kilt, despite its heavy gold belts, fell to the floor, leaving the warrior king naked. The pharaoh was helpless as his body slid by his feet across the gold floor toward the throne. His guards tried to come to their king's defense but they were outnumbered and outmatched by the Gomorrahian soldiers.
The pharaoh found himself landing face down on the cold stone steps before the throne, his large, magnificent ass in the air, exposed. He then heard J’ong-Ra’s voice telling him to feel only pleasure. Unable to stop the powerful god-king, the pharaoh closed his eyes as the huge cock slid into his tight hole. The pharaoh moaned loud as the cock pushed deep into him and slowly began to thrust in and out of him. All the stately, arrogant dignity that the pharaoh once had was gone as he groaned and grunted, even crying out, as his entire body felt alive. The Pharaoh’s cock was throbbing as J’ong-Ra thrust in and out of him.
J’ong-Ra moan echoed through the chamber as he came deep inside the Pharaoh’s guts. The pharaoh’s anal muscles gripped and flexed in an attempt to get more of the god’s precious cum. J’ong-Ra felt drained as he pulled back out of the Egyptian’s ass, however, the pharaoh tried desperately to keep him inside his ass. It took all of J'ong-Ra's strength to send the pharaoh flying across the room. The pharaoh landed with great force against a gold and painted column. However, instead of being injured, the Egyptian ruler smiled at J’ong-Ra as the god straggled back on to his throne. The look of shock and horror filled J’ong-Ra’s face. Then his limbs started to grow heavy and he found that he was unable to move them. His olive skin slowly turned white as marble as he started to turn to stone.
The new pharaoh had no intentions to keep Egypt subrogated to J’ong-Ra and Gomorrah. To accomplish his goal and coup, he had recruited the most powerful sorcerer-priests in Egypt to develop a curse to drain J’ong-Ra’s godly power. The god was turned into a statue to wait out the centuries for the seed of warriors to awaken him and a descent of the pharaoh to restore his power. Sergeant Jackson had no idea that he was a descendant of that very pharaoh that had stolen J’ong-Ra power. With their powerful god gone, the great Gomorrahian empire quickly disintegrated and his great city fell into ruins.
J’ong-Ra senses brought him back to the present. He reached out his mind and saw the black military helicopters coming from the south. Their engines were silent and they were heavily armed. The three helicopters landed near the destroyed remains of the marine copter, and one by one soldiers in black, tight uniforms jumped from the copters. They were armed with AK assault weapons as they quickly secured the area. Each soldier’s arms were bare revealing their thick smooth muscles, while their pants were tight, showing off their well developed quads and muscular asses. Lastly off the helicopters were a group of older men. They walked briskly toward the temple pyramid with their soldiers flanking them. The men knew exactly where they were headed, as they made their way through the ruins.
The group of men stepped into the gold lined altar chamber and witnessed the debauchery that was taking place. Only J’ong-Ra noticed their presence at first and he rose from his throne to greet them. Slowly the men on the floor, fucking each other, noticed and stopped. They looked from their god to the new arrivals. Lord Giles and his companions then knelt before J’ong-Ra.
“I represent the board of the Cartel, your loyal followers. We had waited for your return for many millennia, my master,” Lord Giles pressed his forehead to the floor. “We are here to bring you back to the civilized world, and usher in a new world order.”
A light smile crept across J’ong-Ra’s face, “you serve me well. It is time for a new golden age to wash away this modern corrupt, hate filled world.”
The End
2022-08-04 02:03:30 +0000 UTC
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The Awakening
Chapter 9
At dawn, Corporal Hector Mendez left the pyramid accompanied by shirtless Westbrook and Ridgeway as they made their way to retrieve Sergeant Jackson. Mendez had been ordered by the Cartal to infiltrate the unit a couple of years ago in their long term plan for this exact moment. He hated being in second command of the unit. He was on track for a command career at the Naval Academy. However, due to an indiscretion involving an underclassman on the navy wrestling team, Mendez’s future of having his own command was side tracked. He still thought of Malcolm Winchester with his cocky smile, always strutting around practice shirtless. Malcolm’s big, round ass was so irresistible in the skin tight navy wrestling team singlets. Mendez spent a whole semester trying to get into the cadet’s tight ass. He finally succeeded in getting the beautiful jock wasted and alone in the locker room one night. Although, he protested at first, Malcolm was soon moaning, begging for more of Mendez’s thick cock. Mendez was so turned on by the boy's tight ass, that he forgot the locker room door was unlocked. The janitor walked in and caught them right when Mendez came in Malcolm’s ass. The next day, Malcolm was suspended from the academy. However, Mendez’s rich, politically connected family was able to sweep the incident under the table, although the damage was done. Because of the closed mindlessness of people like Sergeant Jackson and military brass, his future was ruined, and his family pushed him into a loveless marriage.
A month after graduating from the academy, he was approached by the Cartel. His military and family connections, and his sexual tastes for dominating fellow marines made him the perfect agent for the cartel. A Cartel Procuror was the first to spot Mendez at a straight bar. His rugged, masculine good looks, and his status as a military man, got him close with an off duty police officer and his circle of alpha friends. The police officer and his friends treated Mendez as an equal as they accepted him into their night out pussyhunting. The Procuror was impressed with his skill as Mendez slipped a roofie into the drink when the steroid pumped up police officer turned his back to flirt with a big breast blond. Mendez was blazen and confident. When the drugs took effect the police officer nor his friends offered any objections when the touch masculine marine volunteered to take him home to sleep it off. Mendez then wrapped his hand around the muscular straight, barely conscious man to support him and escorted him from his friends and bar, all the while skillfully and discreetly cupping a feel of the thick, hard muscles. Mendez spent rest of the night fucking and dominating the bodybuilding cop, breaking the straight man into whimpering slut as the cum was fucked out of him. This time, the bitched out police officer was too humiliated to report the episode and even became a regular fuck boy for Mendez.
As Mendez walked across the deserted camp, he knew he should feel guilty for what he did to his fellow marines. He had formed tight bonds with many of the men in his unit. Mendez would even invite Smith, Cooper, Westbrook, and Ridgeway over every Thanksgiving, when the younger men weren’t able to go home for the holiday. However, he couldn’t help to think how much he was going to enjoy those previously cocky studs. Westbrook and Ridgeway had both applied for the marine-navy joint seal team. As a result, had been training extra hard and their bodies were in prime condition. Mendez knew having them under the Cartel’s control would give them a foothold into the elite, best of the best, unit.
When the three shirtless marines arrived at the Sergeant’s tent, Mendez didn’t bother tapping on the tent this time. He pushed the flap open and stepped into the tent. Sergeant was sitting on the edge of his cot in his uniform and heavy combat boots, waiting.
He looked up at the Corporal, “I guess it is now my turn.”
Jackson’s deep masculine voice sounded stoic, with a hint of defeatism. For the last few days he heard the screams and moans of his men as they were ambushed and captured and he was powerless to help them. He offered no resistance when Westbrook and Ridgeway each took a large arm and lifted him up on his feet. As they escorted Jackson to the pyramid, Mendez couldn’t help but notice the Sergeant’s large tube shape bulge in the closely fitted camo pants. The camo pants also hugged the muscular taller man’s round, large ass.
The marines entered the pyramid and escorted their sergeant to a great stairway. The steps and walls were of black marble and decorated with gold. As they walked up the stairs statues of ancient gods and warriors of black granite towered over them, flanking the walls. They were thousands of years old, but untouched by time. The marine’s boots echoed as they ascended up the stairs to a landing where the marines, archeologists, and workers were waiting. As Jackson ascended the marble and granite stairs he found himself undressing, removing his uniform, and letting his clothes fall to the floor. His huge dark chocolate muscles had a thin layer of sweat over them that glistened in the light of the torches. His passion for bodybuilding had created a body that even a god would be envious of. Jackson was proud of his numerous bodybuilding awards as much as he was proud of his command. His dark skin was stretched over massive,bulging, chisel muscles. By the time he reached the top of the stairs he was naked. His thick cock was hard and throbbing as his eyes fell upon a sacrificial altar of gold. The sides of the altar depicted scene of muscular men laying on the alter, their powerful muscular legs in the air as priests penetrated them, fucking the proud handsome warriors.
Jackson’s eyes moved further up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a massive throne of granite towering high above everyone in the chamber. On the seat of the throne was J’ong-Ra. The powerful god-king was dwarfed by the huge throne. He wore a robe of bright red satin robes over his tightly muscular body, only his broad, smooth chest and the large diamond necklace was exposed. The ancient crown, with its bull horns, had been painstakingly restored and once again graced J’ong-Ra’s head. And on his lap was the gold and jewel encrusted phallus scapter. Jackson once again felt the god’s eyes staring at him, and he suddenly felt his powerful legs give out from under him. His massive quads were flexing and shaking as he fell to his knees. A feeling of dispair washed over him. With a wave of a jewel adored finger from J’ong-Ra, Smith and Cooper rushed to their sergeant’s side. Wearing only the white loincloths with gold strings as belts, the two muscular marines lifted Jackson under his thick arms and laid him on the large altar. Two more of his men, dressed in the same manner as Smith and Cooper, chained both of Jackson’s powerful arms to the side of the altar table. They then each grab a leg to lift them into the air, stretching and almost bending the sergeant in half. Two additional half naked marines then locked shankles around each ankle, leaving his legs high in the air, spread. His thick hard cock, full heavy balls, and tight manpussy were left exposed. Once Jackson was secured on the altar, J’ong-Ra stood up and everyone dropped to their knees, placing their heads down on the hard stone floors. As J’ong-Ra gracefully descended the stairs his long red robes fell off his sculpted body onto the steps. He was nude except for the jewelry that adored him. His body was flawless, as if it was still sculpted from stone. J’ong-Ra’s 12” cock stood proudly straight ahead. Between his thick, muscular legs Sergeant Jackson watched J’ong approach him. His dark brown eyes were locked on the ancient god’s darker eyes. Jackson’s ass hung barely off the altar giving J’ong-Ra access to it. His ass was thick cords of smooth muscles running down his wide hamstrings to his large glutes.
Although the sergeant didn’t see J’ong-Ra’s mouth moving, he could hear the voice in his head as clear as if it was spoken, “just relax. You will feel only pleasure.”
The sergeant felt his anal muscles relaxing. J’ong-Ra then aimed his thick 12” cock at the marine’s tight virgin hole and pressed forward. Jackson arched his back off the stone altar and pulled at the chains as he moaned loud. He never felt anything like it before. The thick cock was ripping him open as it pushed deeper into him, however, instead of pain, the marine felt only unbelievable pleasure. His own thick cock was bobbing and leaking pre-cum and was on the verge of exploding. He felt J’ong-Ra eased out and thrust back in, hard. Jackson’s virgin prostate was being pounded for the first time causing waves of pleasure to course through him. He threw his head back and groaned in pure lust while his eyes rolled back into his head. Around them the others were chanting louder and louder. The more they chanted the faster and harder J’ong-Ra thrusted into Jackson. Every muscle in the sergeant’s body was tensing and flexing as he took each hard deep thrust. He felt the god’s power pulsating around him, growing stronger and more powerful. Jackson’s grunts grew more animalistic while sweat poured from his body as the cock rammed in and out of him. The tough marine couldn’t take anymore. He arched his back as high as possible, clamping his ass muscles down around the god’s cock and he screamed. It was a loud piercing scream, almost inhuman like. Jackson cock jerked violently and sent his cum flying toward his face and over his head. He never came so much in his life. Jackson came over and over. With a smile J’ong-Ra, he quickly followed, and loaded his powerful semen deep inside the marine’s guts. The last bit of free will was fucked out of the sergeant and he became another obedient slave.
2022-08-02 00:07:39 +0000 UTC
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The Awakening
Chapter 8
That evening Professor Sadik was lying on an ancient bed of gold in one of the richly decorated chambers of the pyramid, spooned up against private Smith’s muscular, ripped back. The tough, alpha marine was purring as the older man slid his cock in and out of his large plump ass. While slowly and deeply fucking the previous homophobic Marine, the professor ran his hands over the marine’s thick thighs, tracing the well defined quadcepts. He never stops being amazed by the effects J'ong Ra’s seed has upon a man's body. Men’s muscles became more firmer and more defined after he came inside them. An additional side effect was that their bodies became smooth from the neck down, due to the body's reaction to the god’s semen. The Professor picked up his speed in fucking the muscular warrior, while kissing the marine’s thick neck. The torch light danced off their sweaty bodies and the richly painted walls of the chamber, which displayed men engaged in various sexual acts and positions. The blonde marine was so tight as Sadik picked up his speed and fucked the muscle bound body. Smith was in pure ecstasy as he pushed his muscular ass backwards, flexing it around the Professor’s cock, pulling him deeper into him.
Earlier in the day Sadik was fucking the two marines known as Ridgeway and Westbrook. He had the two marines bent over this very bed, their muscular asses side by side as he took turns fucking them both. When he plowed one, he pushed the gold and jewel encrusted phallus in and out of the other marine’s newly created manpussy. Their masculine grunts and groans drove the older man to fuck them harder. Those marines were built to take it hard.
Sadik was so close to coming once again inside Smith, when suddenly a sound of an explosion rocked the chamber, sending dust falling from the ancient ceiling. Frustrated, the professor pulled out of the marine’s ass, causing Smith to grunt in frustration as well. Sadik had put on his robe when a fellow archeologist and two half naked Arabic men, former ISIS jhadist, in only pure white loincloths, came running in.
“Sir, the marine helicopter had exploded,” the short, fat man nervously spoke.
“A helicopter on the ground doesn't just explode,” Sadik yelled. “Send the guards to investigate,” Sadik tried his robe around his waist, covering his still hard, raging cock.
Mendez and Omar had blew up the helicopter to draw the guards away from the pyramid. Omar had made it clear, if they failed, J’ong Ra couldn’t be allowed to leave. In the chaos caused by the explosion and resulting fires, the two men slipped into the pyramid. Mendez set upon planting the C4 explosives in the outer chamber at the bases of the four huge statues that supported the ceiling and the entire pyramid above them. He turned and watched as Omar made his way to J’ong Ra’s chamber.
The chamber was empty but well lit when Omar sneaked into the room. He began to plant the c4 on the bases of the massive, gold and hieroglyphics decorated columns. As Omar hooked up the detonators, he heard a whisper. He turned his head and saw no one. Then he noticed the statue of J’ong Ra. The skin tone of the statue was now darker than his own olive skin, and it was life like in every appearance. He could make out the lean tight muscles of a youth sitting on the throne before him. Omar’s eyes then fell on the huge diamond that hung from the diamond collar around the god’s neck. Despite being 1000s of years old it was still clear and brilliantly reflected the light from the chamber. It was the largest diamond that Omar had ever seen. The ISIS fighter knew the diamond necklace must be priceless and would fund the jihad for years. Looking around to make sure no one sees him, Omar moved to the life-like statue. He leaned over the statue and grabbed the diamond collar. He tried to pull at it, but despite his strength the ancient collar didn’t bulge. He moved closer, almost saddling the statue’s lap, as he reached behind J’ong Ra and tried to find the collar’s latch. Still, despite how hard he pulled the diamond collar didn’t break or come unhooked. The ancient latch must have rusted over the centuries, he thought.
Suddenly, Omar heard a whisper of his name again, this time a whisper in his ear . He pulled back and found himself looking into J’ong Ra’s open, alive eyes. The statue was alive and awoke. In horror Omar tried to pull away, but he felt the god’s hands grabbing and holding him. He struggled in horror, pushing at the lean hard chest of the ancient god. However, ISIS soldier was no match against a god. He desperately reached for the gun that Mendez had given him earlier and placed it against the god’s chest. Omar closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. He squeezed the trigger again but still it wouldn’t fire. J’ong-Ra let out a powerful roaring laughter that echoed off the walls. With a wave of his hand the gun flew out of Omar’s hand and across the room. Omar’s eyes then fell back on to the deep, intense eyes of J’ong Ra and he felt all fight slowly begin to fade. The longer he stared into the dark eyes, the more relaxed he grew. Omar never realized how beautiful J’ong Ra was until now, and found himself wanting to submit to the god. He felt the hard cock pressing against his body and Omar moaned in pleasure. The religious extremist was overcome with the need to have J’ong Ra inside him. His hands moved on their own as he undid his pants and pulled them off his muscular legs. He wanted and needed to be naked as he stripped naked, revealing his lean and tight body. Once Omar was naked, J'ong Ra grabbed his narrow hips and pulled him down onto the thick cock. Omar closed his eyes and moaned in pure bliss as J’ong Ra’s cock penetrated him. It was so thick, yet the straight jihadist felt only pleasure as he began to ride it. All of the religious hypocrisy he was fed from childhood was proven wrong. He was impaling himself in lust as he rode the thick hard cock, up and down it slid deep into him. Omar heard his name being called but he didn’t care. Only thing that mattered was the god’s cock that was buried deep in his ass. Omar threw his head back and let out a deep lustfull groan as he felt J’ong Ra’s seed flooding him, making him one of the god’s servants.
Mendez called out for Omar as he ran into the altar chamber with Sadik and the marines following close behind him. Mendez had his pistol drawn as he came to a stop while Omar reluctantly pulled himself off J’ong Ra’s thick cock. His body already felt the effects of J’ong- Ra’s seed, as he ran his hand over his tighter, more defined, and smooth body.
Omar turned to Mendez, “it’s no use to fight him.”
Corporal stood there in silence as Sadik came up beside him. Then a light smile slowly creeped across the marine’s lips as he put his gun into his shoulder holster. “You are very corrected, my friend.”
“Professor, I don’t think we will have any more trouble from your saboteur,” Mendez smirked.
Sadik put his arm on Mendez’s shoulder, feeling the marine’s thick muscles through the spandex green t-shirt. “You are truly a loyal soldier to the Cartel.”
Omar looked in surprise at the only American he thought he could trust. Everything that Mendez told him was a lie. Mendez was one of them all alone. He knew Omar was watching him and the other marines and faked his concern about the goings ons at the site. It was Mendez who drugged the Sergeant, encouraging Cooper to go with Daniel. He slipped the viagra into O’brian’s drink. Mendez instructed Cooper to lure Smith to the temple with promises of a blow job. It took everything in Mendez’s will power to hold back a hardon when he watched his men being attacked and enslaved.
Everyone dropped to their knees as J’ong Ra rose from his ancient throne and gracefully descended down from the podium. The god king was naked except for the jewelry that adored his body. His body was beautiful, chiseled and flawless, with skin the color of light milk chocolate. His massive cock hung freely between his powerful smooth legs. Two archeologists quickly came up to him and draped a silk robe over his nude body.
“You serve me well,” the youthful god said as he lifted the marine’s chin with a long finger, adored with ancient jeweled rings, and traced Mendez’s firm jawline.
With his hand on the marine’s chin he leaned down and gently kissed the marine’s lips. Mendez closed his eyes in pleasure as J’ong Ra tongue probed the marine’s mouth.
“I and the cartel live to serve you, master,” Mendez whispered as J’ong Ra pulled away. The marine lowered his head again.
“All that I had predicted thousands of years ago had come true. My followers had survived the millenniums and had raised me,” J’ong Ra's voice was strong and powerful.
Sadik was jealous as he lifted his eyes toward Mendez and J’ong Ra. However, J'ong Ra turned toward Sadik, and the professor quickly lowered his eyes in fear and respect. Sadik reached into his robe and pulled out the gold phallus. He remained with his head on the floor as he presented the ancient scepter to its rightful own. J’ong-Ra took it from Sadik’s outstretched hands, “You will be rewarded.”
J’ong-Ra then ascended up the podium, while holding the long satin robes in one hand and his scepter in the other as he made his way back up to his throne. “Bring me the one you called Darius Jackson. It is time for him to accept his and our destiny.”
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The Awakening
Chapter 7
Late at night, Mendez woke to whispering coming from outside of the tent. He looked over at O’brian’s cot and saw it was once again empty. Mendez quietly got up from his cot and looked outside. In the darkness, he could make out Cooper leading Smith out of the tent the privates shared. Mendez waited for the two men to get some distance before he dressed and followed the two men across the camp toward the temple. He could hear Smith complaining to Cooper.
“Why do we have to go there? Why not just go into the latrine? Hernandez said you were in their earlier sucking off one of those old pervs. He said you were really getting off on sucking his cock,” Smith whispered.
“Come on, don't be scared, man. I thought you said you were horny,” Cooper gave a low laugh.
“Fuck you, Coop. You better not tell any of the guys about this. I am no faggot, like you.”
Cooper laughed, “I know man, a mouth is a mouth.”
From their conversation it was obvious that Cooper had promised Smith a blow job. The cocky and horny Smith was so desperate to get off, even if it meant getting a blow job from a guy.
“Damn, dude, what did you take to get so jacked all of a sudden,” Smith whispered as he took in his fellow marine’s smooth, wide, v-shape back.
Cooper just laughed and whispered under his breath, “you will find out soon.”
Mendez followed the two men into the temple, but stayed back as not to be seen. The archeologists had uncovered more of the huge complex, opening up new passages, as a result Mendez grew lost. He was making his way through the dark passages and cobwebs, when he heard a deep masculine yell.
“No man, fuck off.” “Help!” It was unquestionably Sean’s voice yelling for help.
The scream for help then turned to screams of pain. Mendez quickly tried to head toward the screams, but they echoed through the dark halls making it difficult for him to find where they were coming from. Mendez suddenly emerged onto a galley overlooking the altar chamber and almost fell off the balcony. He quickly pulled himself back behind the doorway.
When Mendez peeked around the corner, he saw Private Smith impaled on the statue’s lap. The marine’s camie pants were shredded exposing his legs and ass leaving them vulnerable. His screams had died down by the time Mendez reached the high gallery and the marine was now moaning. The tough marine was laying against the statue of J’ong-Ra with a look of blissful pleasure on his masculine handsome face. From Mendez’s viewpoint it appeared that the statue was holding Smith’s limp body, guiding the marine up and down on the thick stone cock. Smith’s mouth was hanging open while drool ran down his chiseled chin. Professor Hussein and members of the archeological team were kneeling before the dais, in white and gold robes, chanting “J’ong Ra”. Mendez saw both Cooper and O’brian standing to the right of the statue’s podium. The younger men were wearing only pure white loincloths adored with gold chains around their narrow waists. Their faces were blank as their fellow marine was moaning, and the white loincloths were pushed forward by their hard throbbing cocks.
Suddenly the private threw back his head and arched his back as he let out a deep cry. His entire body shook as wave after wave of cum erupted from the marine’s cock. Unable to cum anymore, Smith collapsed exhausted against J’ong-Ra. As Smith was lifted from the stone phallus, Mendez noticed the white liquid oozing from both the Marine’s violated ass and the statue’s stone cock as it popped out of Smith’s ass. The statue no longer appeared as white marble but now had a living skin tone to it.
Corporal Hector Mendez was so absorbed in what he was witnessing in the chamber below him that, despite all his training, he didn’t notice the figure moving behind him in the darkness. Suddenly there was a sneering pain on the side of his head and everything went black.
Mendez awoke in a small, poorly lit chamber deep inside the pyramid. He tried to move but he quickly discovered that his hands were bound behind his back by pieces of his own torn t-shirt. The dark room wasn’t even tall enough for a grown man to stand straight in. In the middle of the room was a small lantern that provided the only source of light and heat in the small dark, damp room. By the lantern sit a middle eastern man dressed as one of the site’s manual workers.
“Where am I? Who are you,” Mendez asked as he tried to struggle against the bounds.
“Quiet, American,” the stranger hissed in disgust. His accent betrayed his nationality as Iraqi. His face was dirty yet handsome with a trimmed dark beard and dark eyes.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but there's some weird shit going on here. My men are in trouble,” Mendez pleaded.
“You have no idea, American,” the stranger whispered to himself.
“Tell me please, what's going on here, who are you,” Mendez pleaded while continuing to pull at his restraints.
Mendez muscular, thick arms flexing and bulging as he pulled at the remains of his own shirt tied tightly to his wrist
The middle eastern man paused as he looked at the American marine. He had been observing the marines for some time, and knew they were victims, and not aware of the true danger they were facing. The stranger realized he had no choice but to trust Mendez. He needed help even if it was from an American. He never trusted Americans before but what he witnessed was too much for him to stop alone.
“I’m Omar, American. My caliph of the Islamic republic had sent me and my team here to stop those heretics.”
“You ISIS? Where are your men.” Mendez was suddenly concerned about the added threat of ISIS fighters.
“They were captured,” Omar lowered his head in shame and stared into the fire of the lantern. “They were sacrificed to the infidels’s false god, just like your men. They are now his slaves.”
“Look, man, I’m sorry. We have to work together and stop what's going on here. I want to save my men and get home to my family and kids,” Mendez tried to reason with the Jihadish fighter. “I have access to explosives and not all of my men have been taken over yet.”
Omar was quiet as he thought over what the American marine was saying.
“What intel do you have on what’s going on, who behind this, what they are planning. Anything you have will help,” Mendez knew he was getting to Omar.
“My Caliph said they called themselves the Cartel, a group of rich and powerful heretics with close ties with your evil government,” Omar replied disgusted and split on the dirt floor. “They are trying to raise the devil himself. That J’ong Ra needs the testosterone of virtual warriors to awaken. And your own government has sent you and your men here to be sacrificed! When my caliph discovered what was happening, he sent his best fighters here to destroy this false god.”
If he hadn't seen what he had seen, Mendez would have thought the extremist was insane. He knew they were not up against the devil. However, they were up against something unexplainable.
“Ok, we got to work together. We have no other choice. There are already too many of them.”
The jhadish was silent as he thought it over. He then stood up and pulled out his knife. Bending over so as not to hit his head on the low ceiling, Omar approached the marine and cut the bounds.
“Thank you,” Mendez rubbed his wrist once freed .
“What your plan American,” Omar returned to where he was sitting.
At sunrise, the two men made their way out of the pyramid and into the marines camp. They couldn’t trust anyone and both kept close to the tents to hide as they made their way to the ammunition storage. Mendez stopped as he saw four more of his men being led out of the temple pyramid, two by two. Ridgeway, Rodriguez, Westbrook, and Martinez wore only jockstraps and their heavy combat boots, as each was led by an archeologist. Each marine had dazed, blissful looks on their faces as the older men freely stroked and groped their exposed smooth buttocks. Their bodies were flawless, sweat glistening from their more defined bodies while their jockstraps displayed huge hardons.
From across the camp, Mendez could hear his last remaining men being ambushed in showers by their own fellow marines. They were outnumbered and out muscled, as their naked bodies were attacked in the showers. Their screams and yells for help went unanswered.
Mendez started to head toward his men but Omar put a hand on the Corporal’s shoulder and whispered, “you can’t help them. It's too late.”
“You right, but I feel like I’m betraying them if I don’t help them,” Mendez whispered as he watched his men being carried naked over their former friends’ shoulders. Their naked asses facing the pyramid where they would be sacrificed and converted into slaves for J’ong-Ra.
“The only way to save them is to stop this,” Omar tried to reassure his new ally.
The two men continued to make their way to the ammunition storage while avoiding the chaos around them. They passed tents where marines were laying face down on their cots in or in front of the door ways. Their now flawless, perfectly muscular asses on display waiting for their new masters to come and use them.
When Omar and Mendez reached weapons and ammunition storage, instead of the tent being guarded as normal, the marine on duty, Hernandez, was on his knees giving one of the archeologists a blow job. The boy was naked except for his helmet, dog tags, and combat boots. With the archeologist's eyes closed and moaning loudly, while the inexperienced marine was gagging on the older man’s thick cock, Mendez and Omar were able to slip into the tent without being detected. They each took an assortment of weapons and ammunition, and enough C4 to blow up the temple. They were out of the tent and heading to their hideout by the time the older man shot his load into the marine’s mouth.
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The Awakening
Chapter 6
The next morning most of the American Marines were heavily hungover. Instead of being up and active before dawn as usual, the camp was quiet as the sun rose. Corporal Mandez’s head was pounding as he swung his muscular, naked legs off the cot. He sits up on the edge of the cot, holding his head in his hands. His fat cock hung between his powerful thighs. Running his hands over his black buzz haircut, he cursed under his breath and once again swore he would never drink that much again. Mendez then looked over at his tent mate Lance Corporal Patrick O’brian’s cot, and found it empty. Mendez always got up before the helicopter pilot. However, this time the cot was empty and it didn’t appear to have been slept in. Mendez rubbed heavy balls and willed himself to stand up. He struggled to pull on his boxers and then heavy combat boots. Once stable on his feet, he walked across the camp toward the latrines. He rubbed his tattooed pecs as the cool morning air hit his nipples.
Upon entering the shower latrine, he stopped. Before him was Cooper, naked on his knees giving one of the archeologists a blow job. Cooper was letting out muffled moans of pleasure as the older archeologist was holding Cooper’s head while fucking the marine’s mouth. Mendez never suspected that the mid-west farm boy was gay or even bi. Cooper always been very homophobic, going around making rude comments about gays. Now witnessing the younger Marine on his knees, Mendez figures the boy was in the closet and putting on an act to hide his true desires. Mendez slowly withdrew from the latrine trying not to make any noise that would potentially embarrass the younger man. Mendez had taken Cooper under his wings when the younger man joined the unit. Cooper was inexperienced and wasn’t very bright, so Mendez felt it was his responsibility to guide him.
For the rest of the day, Mendez kept a watchful eye on Cooper. Cooper was definitely acting weird. He spent most of the day with the archeologists talking in whispers. As Cooper walked around in only his silkies, the younger man seemed to stay hard all day. It was virtually obscene looking as his cock stood straight ahead, tenting the thin short silkies shorts. Cooper even looked different. Mendez couldn’t help but notice that Cooper’s body hair was gone, and he was looking toner and more defined. The always fit, muscular muscle boy suddenly had a body that could compete with any elite pro bodybuilder. As he walked around the camp almost naked, Mendez and the other Marines noticed the strange tattoo on Cooper’s lower back, just above his muscular ass. Unlike his fellow Marines, Cooper didn’t have any tattoos. However, overnight, in the middle of the desert, he suddenly had a tramp stamp tattoo. The tattoo looked much like an Egyptian ankh but with bull horns flanking it. On closer examination it looked more like a branding than a tattoo.
Mendez was planning on helping O’brian repair the sabotaged humvee, however it was almost noon and Lance Corporal was nowhere around. Of course he had no idea that Lance Corporal O’brian was in professor Hussein Sadik’s tent. The archeologist’s tent was filled with artifacts from the sites and appeared more like a museum or tent of a desert prince than an archaeologist’s tent. Among the thousands of years old statues and priceless artifacts on display around the ornate decked tent, the Lance Corporal was lying on a cot with his muscular, now smooth legs wrapped around Hussein’s waist as the professor rammed in and out of the former straight marine’s ass. The professor been fucking the marine most of the night and into the morning hours, in every position Sadik could think of. However, this was his favorite position with His face inches away from the rugged marine’s. He loved watching the expression of pure pleasure on the Lance Corporal’s masculine face as he slammed in and out of the tight ass. Although the professor had lost count of how many times he had fucked and came in the marine’s ass, it was still tight around his cock. One of the numerous gifts of the god’s seed. The marine and trained MMA fighter had his powerful legs wrapped around the professor’s waist in a classic wrestling move but instead of trying to dominate his opponents, the now hungry bottom was pulling the older man deeper, begging to be fuck harder. Hussein happily obliged. The weaker Professor grabbed hold of the tough marine’s wrists. The marine’s large biceps strained and flexed against the tan tight skin as Hussein pulled the arms over the buzz cut head. The feeling of power over the warrior was intoxicating.
The professor also was loving the look of pleasure on the arrogant marine’s masculine face as Hussein fucked him. It only encourages Hussein Sadik to fuck the marine even harder. Sadik had heard the comments from the marines about him and his fellow archeologists since they arrived. About how weak and inferior they were compared to the marines with their hard muscular bodies, and Sadik was enjoying taking his revenge out on this prime USMC beef’s ass. Pushing all the way into the tight muscle pussy, Sadik moaned and came again deep inside the marine helicopter pilot. The marine moaned in a deep masculine voice as he quickly followed and shot his load between them. The older man was exhausted as he collapsed on O’brian’s hard tight body. Sadik pressed his hairy body against the hard, smooth body below him, as he leaned down and kissed the former straight marine, probing his tongue deep into the marines mouth. He could feel the marine’s cock was still hard between them, as Sadik tongue dominated the tough alpha’s mouth. The god’s seed had given the marine unbelievable stamina.
While Mendez sat on the humvee, waiting for O’brian to show himself, he watched the other marines working out on their makeshift weights and bench. It wasn’t much for the marines to do in the middle of the desert except work out. Private Sean Smith was laying on the bench, pressing the weights over his large pecs, with two fellow marines, Westbrook and Ridgeway, spotting him and waiting their turns, when Cooper came out of one of the archeologist’s tents. The red head Marine’s boner was again tenting his shorts. Mendez could even make out a line of dry cum on the marine’s chin. The other marines noticed Cooper raging hard on and began to give him cat calls and laughed at the muscular younger man. The muscle bound, tattooed Private Smith dropped his weights and sat up from his bench press.
“Nice tramp stamp. You finally came out of the closet, faggot” Smith called out, to the laughter of the other Marines.
Smith was so cocky to the point of being a douchebag, and was being his usual cruel self toward Cooper. Hunter Cooper was no angel despite his boyish face, and usually could defend himself. Nevertheless, Mendez was concerned as he watched Cooper walk away, unphased by Smith’s teasing.
“Smith, shut the crap,” Mendez shouted.
“Come on Corporal, I’m just teasing pretty boy,” Smith laughed and returned to working out.
Mendez could tell that Smith was jealous of Cooper's sudden transformation, as he picked up heavier sets of weights and pound out more reps.
Finally the Lance Corporal showed up well into the afternoon. Mendez was also surprised at the helicopter pilot’s appearance. O’brian’s light layer of brown hair that ran down his chest, stomach, and legs were gone. His body was completely bare and smooth. Although the pilot was always fit, he appeared more defined and toner, even bigger, just like Cooper. On the pilot’s chisel 8 pack there was a white substance that appeared to be seman. Had the pilot spent the whole morning jacking off someplace, Mendez asked himself.
“Where the fuck have you been? Serg want the humvee fix asap,” Mendez barked.
“Sorry, man, passed out behind the old ruins,” O’brian responded as he lifted the humvee’s hood.
When O’brian bent over the humvee, Mendez saw the same brand on the pilot’s smooth, chisel lower back. There is something very strange going on, Mendez thought to himself.
Concerned, Mendez tried to report what was going on to Sergeant Jackson. He waited for dinner time in the hope that the Sergeant would come out of his tent to eat. However, the unit’s cook informed Mendez that the sergeant hadn't eaten for two days. The cook said he had left trays of food by his tent but when he came back to retrieve the trays the food hadn’t been eaten. When Mendez approached the sergeant’s tent and knocked on the tent door, he was once again greeted with Jackson’s gruff voice telling him to go away. If he didn’t know better Mendez would swear the Sergeant sounded intoxicated.
“Sergeant, I need to talk with you about Cooper and O’brian. They both are acting weird,” Mendez spoke through the door.
“Take care of it,” Jackson yelled back.
Being the second in charge, Mendez had no choice but to handle it. He slowly walked back to his tent, when he suddenly had the feeling he was being watched.
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Sub is enjoying alpha’s ass a little too much. @exploringlife
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THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER 5
Cooper knew those were not human hands. Through half dazed eyes he saw all three men on their knees before him, their heads on the ground, chanting in an unknown language. However, nothing mattered right now, as Cooper just closed his eyes and enjoyed the new sensation of fullness deep inside him. The hands were guiding him up and down on the huge stone cock. The younger man was feeling unbelievable pleasure. His own 5” cock was rock hair, standing straight up as he moved on and off the stone phallus. Suddenly he felt it, but he knew it wasn’t possible. It must be his imagination, his mind reeled, as he felt warm liquid fill deep inside him. It felt like his entire body was on fire. Cooper leaned back against J’ong-Ra’s hard stone chest as his own cock erupted, without touching himself. He came over and over, shooting his loads over his abs, thighs, and pecs. When he finally stopped, the tough American marine collapsed exhausted in the statue’s cold arms.
Cooper was covered in cum and sweat when three men gently lifted him off J’ong-Ra’s huge cock. Daniel then lovingly wrapped a blanket around Cooper’s naked body and comforted the muscular marine. Cooper was in a state of shock and post orgasm bliss, as he leaned into the archeologist grad students arms and stared at the statue. He knew it was impossible but he had felt the statue come inside him. He could still even feel the cum leaking from his ruined hole, down his now smooth thighs. Cooper’s body felt different, more pumped, more stronger. He looked down and found his muscles tighter and firmer, and completely smooth. His reddish forearm and leg hairs were gone, as was his red bush under his arms and crotch. He couldn’t resist from running his hands over his muscular body, enjoying it as if it was his first time in his skin. As he looked once more in disbelief at the statue, it didn’t appear as white as it was. It almost had a pinkish color to it, more life-like. In awe and filled with new strange desires, Cooper slid down on his knees and joined the other men in praying to J’ong-Ra.
Private Hunter Cooper lost track of time as he and the other three men kneel and pray before J’ong-Ra. He heard Lance Corporal Patrick O’brian slurred voice bragging about his MMA training before he saw the pilot entering the chamber with Professor Sadik. The professor had O’brian muscular left arm draped over his shoulders as he supported the half naked helicopter pilot. Lance Corporal O’brian was wearing only a pair of short military issue shorts and combat boots. The thin “silkies” left little to the imagination, leaving his hard cock visible through the shorts. His voice was slurred and he could barely walk. In the Lance Corporal right hand was a bottle of whiskey, that he lifted and took a large drink as he leaned against the Professor. “Coop boy,” the marine giggled out loud as he saw his naked fellow marine, lifting the bottle into the air. He showed no evidence that he even noticed that Cooper was naked. It was obvious that O’brian was more than just intoxicated, he looked drugged or high. The marine pilot purred as the older man rubbed his thick muscular shoulders. With a firm gripped on O’brian’s neck Sadik put a small brown bottle to the pilot’s nose. The often wild marine offered no resistance as he inhaled the poppers through each nostril. His eyes rolled into his head.
“Good, boy,” Sadik whispered.
“Mmmm, yeah,” the pilot moaned.
The wild, sexy adventurous marine was easy prey for the Professor with the help of the drinks, pot, poppers, and viagra that Sadik had slipped him.
“Let's get those shorts off you,” Hussein whispered and kissed the marine’s muscular neck.
The marine pilot closed his eyes as he let the older man nibble his neck. O’brian giggled again, “shorts off.”
Cooper never saw a fellow marine from his unit out of it. The Lance Corporal could barely stand as he struggled to pull down his shorts, giggling as he fell against Hussein. The older man caught him and ran his hand down O’brian’s tattooed rear shoulders as the marine pulled down his shorts down his legs, exposing his cock and chestnut colored pubic bush. Hussein gripped the pilot’s thick neck with one hand and curved cut cock in the other hand, pulling the tough marine into a kiss. Cooper stared in disbelief as he watched the masculine marine return Hussein’s kiss. Their tongues probing each other’s mouths.
Daniel leaned forward and whispered into Cooper’s ear, “it would be easier for your friend if his ass is loosened. You remember how it hurt when you took the master’s cock dry, don’t you. You don’t want him to feel that much pain.”
The younger redhead marine nodded his head.
“You can make it easier for him by eating out his ass,” Daniel whispers as he kisses Cooper’s smooth muscular neck.
Cooper was native and confused about gay sex. Daniel then took Cooper’s hand and led the naked stud over to his fellow marine. Cooper obediently knelt behind O’brian’s tight, muscular ass as Daniel guided him to spread the firm cheeks revealing Patrick’s hairy hole. Daniel then placed his hand on the back of the younger marine’s high and tight cut head and guided the boyish face down on the older marine’s hole. The grad student stroked the buzzed high and tight cut hair as Cooper obediently started to lick o’brian’s sweaty hole with his tongue.
“Good boy,” Daniel whispered, encouraging Cooper to push his tongue deeper into the Lance Corporal’s hole.
The Lance Corporal was moaning into the Professor’s mouth as he felt the tongue penetrating and probing his hole. O’brian’s muffled moans encourage Cooper to pick up his speed, flicking his tongue in and out of the marine’s manpussy. After Cooper had got the hole sloppy opened, Hussein singled the two archeologists to carry the helpless marine over to Jong-Ra. The two archeologists draped the marine pilot’s muscular arms over their shoulders and grabbed his powerful legs, lifting him up. He was too high to offer any resistance as he was carried naked across the altar room to the stone statue. His muscular legs and ass were held spread and wide. The two men then slowly lowered him down onto the huge cock. O’brian let out a loud groan of pain as the huge stone cock pushed through his wet, sloppy hole. His moans echoed off the stone walls. He was still too drugged and intoxicated to fight as he was pushed further down on the cock. Just like Cooper, O’brian’s groans and cries of pain faded and were replaced with moans of pleasure. The men backed away and began to chant as O’brian began to ride the stone cock. Cooper couldn’t believe his eyes and dropped to his knees as well when he saw the stone hands of the statue slowly moved to Lance Corporal O’brian’s tight narrow waist and thighs, holding the muscular marine in place. O’brian’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as he slowly fuck himself. He moved up and down on the stone cock. Finally O’brian’s cock erupted, without the tough marine touching himself. Cooper watched his fellow marine come over and over. His muscular body was shaking and spasmed in an intense orgasm. Finally the spent marine’s body became limp.
The archeologists then lifted the helpless Lance Corporal off the cock. They sat him down on the stone floor and proceeded to wipe the sweaty marine’s body clean. Cooper watched in amazement as the Lance Corporal’s body hair was wiped away leaving him smooth from the neck down, including his crotch. Every chisel muscle appeared more defined and tighter. As two men helped O’brian stand up on his muscular legs, Cooper noticed the strange tattoo-like mark on his fellow marine’s chisel lower body, just where the thick cords of muscles came together to form the sculpted buttocks. It was a symbol that Cooper was seeing everywhere in the ruins and pyramid, an Egyptian ankle flanked by bullhorns. Cooper never noticed the tattoo before on O’brian. If any marine in his unit had a tramp stamp tattoo before, Cooper was sure everyone in the unit would know about it. On their way out of the altar room, leaving the god J’ong-Ra alone, Cooper passed a shiny bronze shield hanging from the wall. The archeological workers had previously thoroughly polished the bronze earlier making it mirror reflective. Cooper turned and looked over his wide, muscle layered shoulders. From the angle he could barely make out the same strange symbol on his lower back just like O’brian.
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The Awakening
Chapter 4
That night the archeologists and site workers celebrated their recent finds and all their hard work. Sadik surpriselly decided to hold their celebration among the ruins of the ancient city’s center just below the ramp to the pyramid’s entrance. He said it was the perfect place to celebrate how far they came. The vast ancient ruins were lit with bonfires and the night came alive with music. The fire light illustrated the ancient ruined columns and long decoyed walls. Various types of liquor suddenly appeared and flowed freely. While the music was loud and pounding, a mixture of popular western music and traditional near eastern music. The marines were under strict orders not to drink, however the sergeant had closed himself in his tent since leaving the pyramid earlier in the day. With the sergeant’s absence and the free flowing liquor the marines felt free to let down their guard and to join the archeologists in their celebrations.
Sergeant Jackson had a restless night, though not because of the noise of the celebration. He had already downed a bottle of his slashed bourbon to try to sleep. However every time he closed his eyes he saw J’ong-Ra blank stone eyes staring right through him. Jackson then saw the thick cock on the statue in his mind. He never had a gay thought in his life. He believed gays were weak and less than real men. However, the tough marine couldn’t get the images of J’ong-Ra and the ancient god’s huge cock out of his mind. He found himself reaching into his boxers and gripping his own thick black cock. Jackson jacked off feverishly to the images of J’ong-Ra and the scenes on the walls of the inner sanctum. In his mind, he saw the powerful Egyptian pharaoh being brought before the conquering J’ong-Ra. The pharaoh’s face and body was his own as he prostrated himself before the boy god-king. Sweat ran down his dark body as he pumped his throbbing cock. The sergeant imagined how the huge cock would feel inside his tight virgin ass. He thrusted into the air, aching his back off the cot as he shot his load over his huge pecs and shredded abs. He hadn’t come that much for so long.
Elsewhere, among the ruins, most of Jackson’s marines were wasted. Even at night the heat was unbearable, as the marines stripped down to their boxers and silkies while partying to the loud music. Sadik, Corporal Mendez, and Lance Corporal O’brian were sitting on the thousands of years old fallen obelisk that was praising J’ong-Ra. The professor surprised the two marines with a joint of pot. As the three men passed the joint between each other, Sadik was telling the two marines about how large the city ruins were.
“could possibly be home to thousands of people of various nationalities,” Sadik said as he watched the pilot slide his jumpsuit off his shoulders and down to only a pair of thin, short Corp issued silkies.
Mendez took a sip of his beer, the second one he nursed that night, “I’m still surprised that you would risk contamination of the artifacts by having this party here. He looked toward his men dancing and drinking.
“I thought it was an appropriate place,” the Professor inhaled the joint and passed it to O’brian. “When my team and I started excavating here, this site was considered just obscure ruins in the middle of nowhere in the shadow of just an ordinary mountain. It is symbolic how far we came. Also we have uncovered evidence that this was the ancient city center and many of the celebrations and religious festivals were held here so it seems appropriate ” the professor explained to the two marines.
The professor definitely liked to hear himself talk, Mendez mused to himself. However, he did actually find it interesting . However, Lance Corporal O’brian was already high and had no interest in what the professor was talking about. He was leaning forward, lifting the bottle of whiskey to his lips.
“Man, this is some strong pot, doc,” O’brian was feeling so good.
“Lance Corporal, are you married,” Sadik asked as his eyes traveled down the pilot’s muscular back.
O’brian shorts were low, showing off the top shelf of the Marine’s smooth ass.
“No, sireee. I’m free as a bird,” O’brian replied in his thick Boston accent.
“I figure a tough marine like you would have been taken by now,” the professor handed the joint back to the pilot.
“All this isn’t enough for just one woman,” o’brian lifted an arm, flexing his bicep.
“What do they call you besides O’brian,” the Professor asked as O’brian laid back and stretched out his lean, tight body on the ground.
Mendez smiled as he put his beer to his lips. The Professor was obviously trying to flirt with the Lance Corporal.
“First name Patrick,” the Lance Corporal said sleepily as he closed his eyes and scratch his hairy tight 8 pack abs,
Privates Cooper and Smith were laughing and dancing around a bonfire, being cheered on by the archeologists and their fellow intoxicated marines. Cooper had stripped off his uniform, down to only his boxers and heavy combat boots, as he was drinking and dancing. Although he was the shortest member of his unit at 5’7, he was proud of his body, especially his thick muscular legs. He has been drinking heavily and was feeling very horny, having been missing his long time girlfriend back home. Cooper has never been away from her, or any woman in fact, for that long. As he drank straight from a bottle of wine, he noticed Daniel, the archeological graduate students, watching him.
Smith punched Cooper in his thick, bulging bicep and yelled into his ear over the loud music, “a mouth is a mouth.”
Cooper drank the last drop from the bottle he was holding and tossed it to the ground. He then staggered over to the grad student and was pleased when Daniel offered him another bottle of wine. As the half naked marine lifted the bottle to his mouth, Daniel smiled and suggested that they go someplace private. Cooper took a swing from the bottle and found himself following the taller boy.
Daniel led Cooper through the city ruins and into a side entrance of the pyramid. Earlier in the day the ancient structure was illuminated by generators but at night, Daniel used a mere flashlight to make their way through the pyramid’s pitch black corridors. Cooper was surprised when they arrived in the inner chamber and found it lit only by torches. The flames produced an eerie effect as the light danced off the wall paintings. The fire light made the sex filled scenes on the walls and columns to appear to come to life to the intoxicated eyes of the sex starved marine. Cooper took another drink from his bottle as Daniel led him toward the statue of J’ong-Ra. Daniel put his hands on Cooper’s thick arms and turned the marine so that his muscular back was against the statue. He then slowly knelt down before Cooper’s beefy body. Daniel looked up at the muscular marine’s face, as ran his hands up Cooper’s thick solid legs, from the heavy combat boots, up into the small boxers. The marine’s legs were so muscular and powerful against the grad student’s hands. Cooper took another swing from the bottle as Daniel pulled down his boxers. His hard cock popped free. It wasn’t hung, just short and fat, and cut. Cooper closed his eyes as Daniel took the cock into his mouth. It felt so good that Cooper dropped the bottle and gripped the stone legs of the statue behind him.
“God, that feels good,” Cooper moaned.
It had been so long since anyone had their mouth on his cock, that Cooper didn’t care if it was a guy or not. Daniel’s head bobbed up and down Cooper’ cock as he moved his hands up the muscular hamstrings, rubbing and kneading the powerful muscles. It's true, guys do suck better than women, Cooper thought to himself, as he breathed heavier. Daniel expertly worked his tongue over the thick staff, causing the marine to whimper in lust. Cooper threw his head back and moaned loudly as Daniel took his entire length of the cock down his tight throat. Daniel moved his hands up to Cooper’s smooth bubble ass. He kneaded and squeezed the powerful glutes. Cooper was enjoying the blowjob so much that he didn’t realize he was being guided further backwards against the statue and that Daniel was spreading his thick ass cheeks.
When he felt the stone phallus pressing against his ass, Cooper panicked and tried to push Daniel away, only to be pushed back harder by Daniel. The former college football player was stronger than he looked. His marine training tried to kick in, he pushed Daniel away, throwing the grad student onto the stone floor. However, suddenly from out of the darkness, two men grabbed his muscular arms. Cooper struggled against the two strangers' grips. Daniel recovered, pulling himself off the floor and quickly grabbed Cooper’s legs to stop him from kicking. The three men pulled the marine back onto the statue’s lap, impaling Cooper on the thick stone cock. Cooper screamed in pain as his virgin hole was ripped open. He tried to fight but as he struggled to free himself, the men pushed him back down. Cooper only end up fucking himself on the phallus in his struggle. Cooper was in so much pain. Tears ran from his eyes as he fruitlessly yelled for help. They were too deep inside the pyramid for anyone to hear his screams and cries. Sweat poured over his muscular smooth body. However, the pain slowly faded as the stone cock pressed against his prostate. As the pain faded, so did Cooper’s fight. His cock started to grow hard again. He could feel the ridges of the sculptured foreskin moving deep inside him, rubbing, stretching his tights hole. Cooper’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he suddenly felt pure pleasure. He never felt anything like that before. His entire body was sensitive and felt alive. The hands that held him by his muscular hips and tight waist were cold and hard against his pale skin.
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THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER 3
With nothing better to do than bake in the sun, the sergeant and four of his men pulled on their uniform pants, boots, and helmets, and followed the Professor into the temple. The front entrance of the pyramid had been cleared, revealing the doorway flanked by four 20 foot tall statues in limestone. Each statue was of a half human, half animal god, the body of a man and heads of an animal, a ram, a bull, a dog, and a lion. Upon entering the pyramid, the group walked through a dark, column lined corridor. Each column was wide and covered in ancient text. They finally entered into a large chamber. The marines were in awe as they looked up at the high ceiling. The ceilings were over 100 feet high, supported by four massive sculpted black granite and gold decorated columns in the form of kneeling warriors. Each warrior column was holding spears, and facing each other. They supported on their shoulders the weight of the stone ceiling and the entire pyramid above them. Hussein explained that the chamber, due to its sheer size, was most likely for the common people to assemble to worship their gods.
Hussein led the Marines toward a small doorway at the far side of the massive chamber and into a series of tunnels. The tunnels were dark and filled with spider webs and rumble. They didn’t even realize that they were deep underground by the time they reached the next chamber. The archeologists had the room brightly lit as they cleaned the beautifully painted walls. This chamber was a lot smaller than the first chamber but much more elaborate. Everywhere in the room, the walls, columns, and ceiling were covered with gold and brightly colored murals and fiascos.
The archeologists stopped their detailed work cleaning the murals and fiascos and stepped back as the American marines entered the room. Cooper came up to one of the murals scenes, which depicted an orgy. Nude figures were engaged in various sexual positions. No one laid eyes on them for thousands of years. The detail showed every bulging muscles, contracting, embracing, struggling.
“Hey Sergeant, they are all men. They having sex with each other. Sir, they were faggots” Cooper turned and exclaimed in disbelief.
“Cooper, shut up,” Corporal Mendez barked.
The murals did depict an orgy in great detail. Younger, muscular, athletic men were being fucked in various manners by older men. Hussein suddenly realized that the sergeant didn’t tell his men what they were protecting.
“This was a bisexual civilization. We learned a lot about everyday life from those murals,” the Professor drew the Marines’ attention to another wall mural depicting two men and two women. The four individuals were portrayed richly dressed in bright colorful clothes. The men were athletic and masculine while the women were strong and graceful. “The family unit was made of two men and two women. One alpha male and one female alpha. Once a year the alphas of the family engaged in intercourse with much ceremonial pomp. Their offspring were raised by the women until the male children were able to walk, then the fathers took care of their upbringing. Female children remained with their mothers.” He moved on to another mural, depicting warriors standing at attention and another of them fighting in the nude, “when the males reached a certain age he was taken from his family and trained to fight. Such a model was adopted by the Spartans and Thebians centuries later.” The warriors were chiseled and god-like as they did battle.
The sergeant barely paid attention to the professor. Instead he was drawn to another mural depicting what appeared to be a muscular, dark skin Egyptian Pharaoh coming before a seated king or god. The Egyptian king was strong and noble looking. The seated figure appeared to be a younger man wearing a headdress of a horned bull's head adorned with jewels. The scene continued to another mural showing the proud pharaoh kneeling before the seated figure. The sergeant was intrigued by the scenes. Could these ancient people really have such influence and power that they made a proud Egyptian Pharaoh bow to them? The final scene showed the Pharaoh bent over an altar and being mounted by the god king’s impressive cock. The scenes were so graphic that the sergeant turned away in disgust.
When Jackson turned, his eyes fell upon the life size statue at the head of the room. The seated statue appeared to be made of pure white marble but was so life-like. As the sergeant moved closer he could make out every detail of its muscular torso and youthful face. The statue’s face and body was that of a strong, athletic youth sitting on a solid gold throne. The veins of the marble were like the veins of a muscular toned man. It wore a crown of gold with two great horns, adorned with strings of pearls and diamonds, perturbing from the sides of the elaborate headdress. The sergeant realized that the statue was of the same god king that was depicted in the murals fucking the Egyptian Pharaoh. The fur of the headdress depicted in the mural had long deteriorated on the statue. Around the statue’s neck was a necklace of diamonds, with the largest diamond he ever saw hanging from the collar. It must be worth a fortune, sergeant Jackson thought to himself. More jewelry of gold, diamonds, rubies and other precious jewels adored the statue’s wrists and long delicate fingers. The sergeant's eyes lowered to the statue’s lap. The statue was sitting rigged and nude, with a thick, 12” cock of stone standing up from its lap. It was as white as the rest of the statue and the sergeant could make out every ridge and fold of the uncut cock and the smooth head as it peeked out of the sculpted foreskin. Jackson pulled his eyes away from the thick cock and back to the statue’s eyes. Although the eyes were lifeless, the sergeant felt it staring at him, as it was staring straight into his soul. The eyes were so cold causing a chill to run through his whole body. He suddenly heard a faint, distant whisper calling his name.
“Darius.”
“He is beautiful, isn’t he,” the Professor surprised the Sergeant, as he came up behind the bigger man. The always tough and composed marine literary jumped.
“Oh, Uh, yes, I mean. Who is he,” the sergeant tried to regain his composure as he turned back to face the statue. His gruff voice cracking.
“He is J’ong-Ra. The killer of the Bull of Bael, the conqueror of the god of Death. The living god,” the Professor looked over the sergeant’s broad shoulders. He could literally see the sergeant’s small fine hairs on the back of his standing on their ends. Sadik could smell the Sergeant’s masculine scent, as the heat of the muscular warrior radiating from his body.
“The statue looked so life-like,” the sergeant whispered. It was more to himself that he spoke, instead to the professor. Finally he willed himself to turn away and ordered, in his gruff voice, for his men to get back to the camp. The sergeant’s face was flushed and the thick tube shaped bulge was noticeable in his camouflage pants.
As the Americans headed back out, Professor Sadik continued to stare at the statue. “Soon, my lord. It won’t be long before you will awake.”
Sergeant Darius Jackson went straight out of the pyramid and went directly to his tent. He didn’t say a word to his men as he passed them or returned their salutes. His face was flushed and his camouflage uniform pants couldn’t hide his hard throbbing cock. He never was so hard and turned on. The butch, hyper masculine alpha male was confused and embarrassed. How could a 5000 year old statue of some beautiful boy make him so horny. He kept telling himself he was straight, he was no faggot. Alone in his tent, the sergeant unzipped his camouflage pants and pulled out his fat, black cock. He wrapped his large fist around the cock and started to jerk off. When he closed his eyes, he saw the murals of the strong, powerful dark skin pharaoh being bent over and the boy god mounting him. Pushing his big, thick cock up the warrior pharaoh’s ass, fucking him like a woman. Jackson saw J’ong Ra’s staring at him. A faint whisper called his name. The sergeant pumped his cock faster. He haven’t jerk off in so long. His cock was painfully hard in his strong grip as he pumped his fist up and down his dark, thick meat.
Concerned for his commanding officer, Corporal Mendez came up to Jackson’s tent but found the flap of the tent closed tight.
“Sergeant,” Mendez called out with concern in his voice.
“Go away,” Jackson’s gruff voice yelled from behind the tent flap. His voice sounded stressed and out of breath.
“Are you ok, sergeant?”
“Fine, go away,” Jackson was breathing hard.
“Ok, Serge,” Mendez paused as he thought he heard grunting from inside the tent. “Dr. Sadik is saying his team is planning a party tonight to celebrate their recent finds and asked if the men can join them,” Mendez heard more grunting.
“Fine, fine, let them go. Now leave me alone.”
“Sure, sergeant,” Mendez knew better than to push the sergeant. The Corporal turned to walk away when he heard a deep lustful groan coming from inside the tent.
2022-07-22 01:36:21 +0000 UTC
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The Awakening
Chapter 2
As the weeks and months went by the Marines grew bored. Every morning, Sergeant Jackson stepped out of his tent, in only his military issued green boxers, and stretched his chisel, ebony body. He would find his men working out. Their shirtless bodies would be sweating and glistening in the sun. Their laughter was loud as they edge each other on. The sergeant prided himself in keeping his unit fit and boasted that it was the fittest unit in the Corp. Their fitness led the unit to be chosen for many difficult assignments. Therefore it surprised him when they were posted out in the middle of nowhere protecting a group of worthless archeologists.
The two loudest marines while working out were privates Smith and Cooper. Their smooth bodies were also the most muscular of the group of Marines. Private Hunter Cooper was the youngest. He was a mid-west, corn fed country boy with red hair cut in the marine high and tight style. Freckles dotted across his pug noise and still baby cheeks. His face was the only thing that was babyish about the marine. His pecs were big and smooth. However, his legs were his best assets. Years of wrestling and bodybuilding left them huge and shredded. He was proud of them and loved showing them off in just his boxers or silkies. Private Sean Smith was a blonde typical Southern Californian. He was cocky, and loved showing off his body. His pecs were huge and round, sitting on top of a chisel six pack. While Cooper's body was tattooed free, Smith’s massive arms were tattooed and the marine emblem was tattooed to this left pec. Most people consider the two marines as friends, but Jackson considers them more as rivals, then friends. They were always butting heads, blatting back and forth, as two youngish alpha bulls does while fighting for dominance.
While his men were working out, Jackson’s second in command, Corporal Mendez, would be stretched out on a bunk or on top of the humvee, reading. The Latino corporal was the oldest of the unit at 38, and was referred to as the old man. He was a proud dad of three girls. Although he was also the brains of the group, a navy academy graduate, his body was as ripped and muscular as any of his men. He was lean and tight, with black high and tight hair, and smooth olive skin.
As the days progressed, the bored marines would work on their tan in the bright sun or try to keep cool in their tents. On the other hand the archeologists and the local workers were digging and excavating the ancient temple and surrounding areas. When they came out of the ruins covered in dirt and sweat they saw the American marines laying about or throwing footballs amongst themselves while shirtless and some even in just their revealing silkies and underwear. It caused the archeologist and workers to be resentful, although some of the archeologists lust after the very men deployed to protect them. They couldn’t help but admire the American warriors’ sweatily tight muscular bodies. One graduate student from Texas, called Daniel, was always staring in lust at Cooper, a fact quickly discovered by Smith. Daniel was blonde and inshape, with a body that looked like it should be playing football instead of digging for old bones in the desert. At first the marines were accepting of Daniel but when he was seen heading toward Sadik’s tent each night and the deep moans of sex coming from there, the marines began to suspect him to be gay. The archeological student then began to be more bold in flirting with the native and homophobic Cooper. As a result Smith and the other marines gave the always horny Cooper a hard time about it.
“Come on Coop, the fag want you. A mouth is a mouth,” Smith teased Cooper.
“Isn’t that right Corporal,” Smith laughed.
Mendez wouldn’t look up from his book and replied, “a hole is a hole. As long as it's not your hole getting plugged, it's all good.”
Although the official policy of the US military is one of inclusion. Reality very rarely follows policy, especially when younger men with excess testosterone were thrown together. Long held prejudices are hard to break. As a result, the joking only increases the tension between the arrogant marines sent to protect the archeologists and the archeologists themselves. The archeologists became targets of insults and Sergeant Jackson did nothing to discourage his men. In fact he hated being there as much as his men did and he hated the archeologists, especially Professor Sadik, even more.
Slowly more and more of the area was excavated and remains of a large city were unearthed around the pyramid. What appeared to be broad avenues heading toward the pyramid were found, along with remains of colonnades, and column lined temples. A great fallen obelisk was discovered with writing that the Professor had described as early Sumerian. It told of a god named J’ong-Ra who had conquered all including the god of death. The work on the pyramid progresses as well, both on its steep exterior and interior. Although the discoveries inside the structure were kept a guarded secret from the marines.
With each new find Hussein felt more and more like Howard Carter as he was on the verge of the greatest historical find in history. Each night after a hard day in the pyramid, the older man retired to his tent and enjoyed the tight muscular ass of his graduate student. Daniel was a straight football player at the University of Texas, with no interest in archeology and zero interest in men, when the handsome quarterback took the Professor’s class thinking it was an easy A. That was all before Hussein got his hands on the beautiful blonde jock. Daniel now spent each night in the desert bent over the Professor’s desk as Sadik shoved the gold phallus in and out of the younger man’s plump, smooth ass. The younger man moaned loud as the phallus stretched him open and the jewels encrusted on the ceremonial cock rubbed his prostate. The Professor then pulled out the ancient dildo and replaced it with his own cock. He grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and roughly plowed in and out of his ass, while thinking about the marines and their arrogant commanding officer. Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head and moaned larger as the archeologist pounded against his fat jock ass. Hussein was taking his frustrations and anger toward the arrogant American marines out on the blonde boy.
A month after the Marines arrived, Sergeant Jackson was sitting in front of his tent shaving, while his men played a game of shirt versus skin football in the hot afternoon sun. He looked into the hand held mirror as he carefully shaved his strong masculine jawline and neck. Jackson put down the razor and mirror when he saw Corporal Mendez and Lance Corporal Jones approaching him. The seriousness on both men’s faces told the Sergeant that they weren't bearing good news.
“We have a problem,” Mendez crossed his arm across his tone, well-developed chest. The midday sun soaking the tight green t-shirt with sweat as it clinged to his shredded torso.
Jackson pluffed his cigar as he turned toward the helicopter pilot/ unit mechanic Lance Corporal Jones. The Boston bred pilot had his flight jumpsuit pulled down to his narrow waist. His chisel chest and abs were coated with a thin layer of chestnut colored hair.
With a thick Boston accent, Jones spoke, “someone put sand in the humvee’s gas tank. It is completely useless.”
“God damnit,” Jackson cursed. “Is it salvagable?”
“Not anytime soon, it's going to take awhile to completely replace and clean out,” Jones replied.
“Look like the archeologists’ saboteur is back at it,” the sergeant pluffed at his cigar.
“Am I interrupting,” professor Sadik walked upon the group. He was concerned about the seriousness of the marine's conversation.
“Looks like your saboteur is up to his tricks again. He had put sand into the humvee gas tank,” Jackson replied without looking at the middle eastern Professor.
“Any clues who the saboteur is,” Hussein asked.
“We have hundreds of workers here and any one of them could be the culprit,” Jackson barked back.
“Well, I came over to see if you and your men would like a tour of the pyramid interior. We have made it safe and persevered with anything that could be damaged by outside contamination.” Hussein changed the subject.
At first sergeant Jackson acted as if he didn’t hear the smaller man. He just sat there staring at his men playing football in the sand. “Fine, it would be a good distraction for them,” Jackson got up from his chair.
2022-07-22 01:21:39 +0000 UTC
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The Awakening
Chapter 1
In northern Iraq, Professor Hussein Sadik sat at the table in his tent inspecting his team’s latest find. He turned the 15 inches long, solid gold and jewel encrusted phallus in his hands. The Professor had painstakingly cleaned the 5,000 year old relic and was amazed by the detailed work of the well preserved artifact. He traced his fingers over the embedded rubies and emeralds along the phallus thick shaft. His researchers and him had theorized that the phallus was probably used in ceremonial symbolic sacrifices. Hussein found himself gently stroking the work of art in his hands. He prided himself for his large hands but still he wasn’t able to wrap his fist completely around the staff. It is so thick, he thought to himself. Hussein wiped the sweat from his forehead and undid another button on his tan shirt, exposing more of his hairy chest. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his clothes. The middle eastern man was used to the heat having been born and raised in the harsh desert terrain but he suddenly sweated heavier than normal. His cock started to stir and strained against his khaki pants as he moved his hand up and down the artifact. Faster and harder.
Professor Sadik was in his early 40s but still possessed an athletic body that served him well in the harsh terrain of northern Iraq. Most women and many men found him handsome and exotic with his dark middle eastern features. His thick dark chest hair had started to turn grey the last few years and his thick dark hair had become salt and pepper in color. However, he still had an Indiana Jones appearance to himself to match his reputation as a swashbuckling archeologist.
Professor Hussein had worked all his adult life searching for and then working this site. His theories made him a laughing stock in the intellectual world. However, thanks to his financial backers, he was so close in proving his theories and accomplishing the greatest archeological find in history. All his work, the struggle against the skeptics, will bear fruits. He was so close. His team had already uncovered what appeared to be a vast city around the mysterious mountain, which had lay forgotten for centuries, even millennia.
Professor's attention was broken away from the beautiful phallus by a loud commotion. The sounds of a large engine growing louder and closer, followed by shouts in English and Arabic coming through the thin fabric of the tent’s wall. He quickly grabbed his hat and pulled his unruly hair under it before stepping out into the hot desert. The powerful hot wind and sand instantly hit him in the face as he emerged from the tent to the chaotic scene. His archeologists and workers were running around, grabbing plastic tarps, trying to cover up the fragile dig sites as the dust and wind blew through the camp. The sand was almost blinding as it whipped against his face. Hussein grabbed his hat to stop it from blowing off as he looked up at the US military helicopter that was beginning to land. “Damn, fools,” Hussein cursed as he ran toward the copter, waving with his hands for the pilot to cut the engine.
As the helicopter landed, US marines, dressed for combat, jumped from the helicopter, and quickly and professionally unloaded their supplies and equipment. The elite warriors were impressive in their desert camouflage uniforms and combat boots. They wasted no time unloading their weapons and gear from the helicopter. Lastly a muscular black man jumped out of the helicopter and walked toward Hussein. The military officer pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put them over his eyes. The African-American officer had an arrogant strad about him that made it obvious that he was in charge. The bright sun shrined off of the Marine’s dark shaved head as he walked toward Hussein.
“Sergeant Jackson, you must be Professor Sadik,” the sergeant held out his hand.
His handshake was strong and firm, almost bone crushing as Hussein took it in his hand. The 6’5 muscle bound marine was impressive as he towered over Hussein’s 5’11 frame. Hussein took in Jackson’s thick muscular arms as they stretched the rolled up short sleeves of his uniform, showing the sergeant’s dark, flawless skin stretched over large muscles and pumped saturated viens. The sergeant had noticed the smaller, middle eastern man checking out his muscular body and gave the Arabic professor a smirk of disgust.
“What is so damn important about this place, that my superiors found it necessary to call my men away from more pressing concerns to protect it,” Jackson pulled out a cigar from his shirt pocket.
The sergeant’s voice was deep and masculine. Sergeant Jackson had an air of arrogant superiority that Professor Sadik couldn’t help from found alluring and arousing. He watched Jackson put the cigar between his thick lips and light it with a match. The Marine’s huge arms flexed as they moved. His biceps were massive, almost bigger than Hussein’s head.
Hussein turned toward the tall cone shaped mountain towering over the camp. It appeared out of place as it rose from the surrounding flat landscape. The rocks and earth of the top half of the imposing hill had recently been cleared to reveal what was obviously a massive man-made pyramid structure of black granite. Hundreds of workers were busy working on clearing and excavating thousands of years of dirt and rock from the structure. The workers looked like ants from where the two men were standing, busiely going about their work.
“The hill there, is actually a pyramid that we believe predated the great pyramid of Giza by a thousand years, and possibly even bigger than the great pyramid. My team and I had undercover proof that this was a temple of the long eradicated Gomorrahian Empire.”
“Wait,” Sergeant Jackson took his cigar from between his thick, full lips. “You mean as in Sodom and Gomorrah, from the Bible? But was that supposed to be around the Dead Sea?” Jackson put the cigar back in his mouth and puffed on it. The smoke blew into Hussein’s face.
Hussein stepped aside and motioned for the Sergeant to come into his tent, out of the blistering heat. He couldn’t resist looking at the larger, muscular man’s ass in the close fitting camie pants, as Jackson walked in front of him. The powerful ass filled out the pants nicely revealing big, plump buttocks.
“Yes, however my theory is that Sodom was just one city, a distant outpost, possibly the last outpost, of a much larger empire, that stretched at its height from the Indus River to the Mediterranean and down into Egypt itself,” Hussein continued as he held open the tent entrance as they entered the much cooler tent.
Hussein couldn’t resist inhaling the large man’s masculine scent as Jackson passed him. Jackson looked around the large, unexpected lavish tent. The tent decor reminded Jackson of something out of the Arabian Nights. He smirked as he saw the dildo shape artifact on the Professor’s desk. Hussein, noticing the Sergeant looking at the gold phallus, turned his attention to a large detailed scale model of what the ruins had once looked like thousands of years ago.
“Through satellite and aerial surveys, and our on the ground excavations we were able to make this model of what the city once looked like,” he watched the sergeant walking around the table examining the model.
“Hanging gardens,” the sergeant pulled his cigar from between his thick lips and pointed to the artificial pants that adored the tiny model buildings roofs.
“There is no proof that Babylon had hanging gardens and written accounts do point to there being much further north than Babylon,” the Professor couldn’t help noticing how packed the sergeant’s crotch was, as he discreetly stared glances at it.
The sergeant continued around the table, puffing on his thick cigar, “and this is the pyramid?”
Jackson stopped at the rendering of the mountain as a shining, black pyramid towering over the city.
“Yes. You see, like the legends in the Bible, Gomorrah was a bisexual civilization. This civilization could predate the Sumarians, Babylonian, and Egyptian civilizations and had in fact influenced those later civilizations, especially Egypt’s, in everything from art, religion, architecture, and government. However, due to closed minded dogma, over the centuries Christianity and Islam tried to completely erase the very existence of this civilization. If certain groups such as ISIS, for example, discover what we have found here, they won’t stop at anything to stop us and destroy our work. Just look what ISIS fighters had done to the Palmyra ruins in Syria. Those historical treasures are lost forever. We already had some unexplained incidents and missing relics being reported around the digs.” Hussein was passionate about his beliefs and theories.
“I’m not sure if I really buying into what you are saying about this being some sort of long lost homosexual civilization. However, it doesn’t matter. My men and I have orders to protect this site and your team. That's all I care about.”
The sergeant then ended their conversation by turning and walking out of the tent back into the heat. The Professor followed, watching the sergeant walk toward his marines, admiring how the camouflage uniform did nothing to hide the sergeant’s wide muscular back and in fact proudly displayed the v-shape back as it tapered down to a narrow waist. The sergeant exhumed confidence and authority as he began to bark out orders to his fellow Marines.
“Mendez, get Cooper and Smith working on the camp preparation. I want everything set up by 1800 hours. Make sure the shower latens are ready first, I definitely want a shower soon.”
“Yes, serg! You heard him, get a moving,” Mendez, the Latino second in command shouted to the other marines.
“Yes, you and your men would do perfectly,” the Professor smiled. He started to grow hard again in his khaki pants.
2022-07-20 17:10:30 +0000 UTC
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I’m planning on completing the final chapter of my story “The Awakening” which I had originally started two years ago. While I work out the details I’m going to revise and repost end previous chapter to refresh myself and everyone else. Hope you enjoy
The Awakening
Prologue
Mr Barnes walked briskly down the corridor while adjusting his tie and dark armani suit. It was late at night and the modern office building was virtually deserted. He was a middle aged man and his age and position taught him when to hurry and not. Using the knowledge of when to hurry and when to be patient had enabled him to work his way up to the inner circle of the most powerful and secretive criminal organization in the world. He knew that the news he had, called for him to hurry. Barnes paused briefly to adjust his wireframe glasses and pat down his graying, receding hairline. Mr. Barnes has always been careful of his appearance. He continued down the dark hall until he came upon large black double doors.
The doors were flanked by two tall, muscular uniform guards. Even in his hurry, Mr. Barnes couldn’t resist checking out the bodybuilding guards. Their almost identical, ruggedly handsome faces showed no emotion toward him. He is a member of the inner circle and wasn’t a threat to them or the ones that were meeting behind the massive doors. The utility vest, much like those worn by police swat teams, hid their muscular chests but displayed their thick, well defined arms. Barnes was often amazed how large their arms were. They were as large as a man’s head, and the small businessman was sure they could easily crush a man’s skull with their bare large hands. In those large hands and thick veiny forearms they each were holding small machine guns. Their tight black pants displayed their massive thighs, that could crush a man as well. Barnes was sure they were trained and capable of killing a man with their bare hands, or legs. In their previous lives they were either special forces or hired mercenaries before they were captured and reprogrammed to serve the Cartel. Mr. Barnes always wondered how many women those two muscular soldiers had fucked before they were captured and broken. However, now neither soldier could remember how to fuck a woman let alone how many. The only knowledge they kept from their previous life was how to follow orders and kill someone when ordered too. They now have no other allegation except to the Cartel. Neither man could even remember his family or previous life. It didn’t matter to them. They were obediently loyal to the board members they were assigned to protect. As they moved to open the doors for Barnes, he briefly admired their muscular asses before he entered the dark conference room. Their buttocks were large and powerful as they stretched their uniform pants and so tempting for the older man. The Cartel’s soldiers had strict workout and diet regiments that left their bodies flawless and shredded. Disappointedly, Barnes knew the guards assigned to protect the board of directors were off limits. Only a board member can fuck his personal guards. A privilege that the board members took full advantage of.
Although the conference room was dark, Mr. Barnes could make out its elegance as he entered the room. The only lumination in the large room originated from the lights of Dubai coming through the wall of windows at the head of the room. The walls and floors of the large conference room were made of black Italian marble. There was no single location that served as the physical headquarters of the Cartel. The Cartel’s vast wealth and assets allowed them to have offices and property in every major city in the world, as a result the Cartel’s headquarter is wherever its board is meeting at a given time. The lights of the modern Middle East city displayed the ancient nude marble statues that stood along the side walls. On the left wall was a huge marble frieze of an orgy between gods and men. Muscular men were frozen in time, wrestling and fucking each other. The sculptor had detailed every flexing, struggling muscles. Mr. Barnes was always impressed by the beautiful artwork that the Cartel had in its possession.
Among the works of art were living works of beauty as well. In each dark corner, Mr Barnes could make out beautiful half naked youths standing in the shadow, holding gold trays of fine wines and cigars. They each wore only thin loincloths of gold cloth. The four athletic younger men were inspiring social media influencers and celebrities in America, before the youths’ beauty gained the attention of the rich old men that ran the Cartel. They were now mindless slaves, thinking only about serving and pleasure other men. Mr. Barnes had experienced one or two of those boys’ pouting, full lips on his cock before and knew how pure heavenly they were. Each boy’s hair was cut short on the side and thick on top, perfect for men to grab hold of while fucking their sweet mouths and smooth boypussies.
The room’s darkness hidden the identity of the dozen men that sat around the large rectangular conference table. Mr Barnes was always in awe when he stood before the Board of Directors of the Cartel. Their individual wealth far exceeds that of any Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos, and their power exceeds any politician’s, however their names won’t appear on any list. In fact, their identities were known only to a few in the inner circle. The men were reviewing a report before each of them, while Alex Thornton stood at the head of the table reading the report out loud. Alex Thornton was a tall, thin American, who was considered a genius at finance. “The SkinTrade gyms have recorded a 25% rebound in profit since the end of the pandemic. While the pandemic had a negative impact on our brothas and on the income generated from the Alpha Tu Beta fraternities, we are forecasting an increase in profits over the next couple of months. We have a 15% increase in online cam site subscriptions. While Sales of Alpha-B continued to remain strong. Our partnerships with and acquisitions of several pro athletic leagues is showing potential growth in the coming years. Leagues owners are very open to supplementing lost revenue from spectators with commissions from the pimping out of their athletes.”
Barnes was growing impatient with Thornton’s presentation. Thornton’s reputation as a financial genius far exceeded him, as was his taste for roughly dominating muscular athletes. Barnes remembered a rather embarrassing incident involving Thornton fucking a star American football player so hard that the muscular younger man had to miss several games due to injuries to his well developed ass. Barnes cleared his throat. Thornton turned and looked toward him, as well as several board members who looked up from reading the reports. Thornton wasn’t used to being interrupted by someone he considered beneath, and as far as Thornton concerned Barnes wasn’t above him. Mr. Barnes gathered himself and spoke only three words, “They found it.” Thornton knew at that moment his presentation was over, and he stepped aside. The board members who sat on both sides of the long table turned their heads from Barnes to the Chairman’s chair. The high back leather chair was turned with it back to them while Thornton was speaking. The chair now slowly turned and the older, grey haired man who occupied the chair stood up. He didn’t say a word as he walked to the window and looked down upon the sparring new, modern city beneath him. The room was high above the city below, looking down at the mega city below them. Lord Giles wasn’t an imposing man, in fact he was ratherly short. However, his appearance did little to distract from his power, as the chairman of the most powerful organization in the world.
Finally, Lord Giles spoke with an aristocratic English accent. “For centuries the Cartel had stood in the shadows, guiding and manipulating the world governments and events. We had seen the Persian court and the court of Alexander the Great come and go. We have ruled Rome at her greatness, and have saved civilization after her fell. The cartel built and ruled its own hidden empire based on men's desires and lust for each other. All a long, for thousands of years, we had searched history and the world for a long erased legend.” Lord Giles returned to the table and placed his hands on the back of his leather chair, “if we had finally found him and can fulfill the legacy, the Cartel will not have to remain in the shadows, and we will take our rightful place by bringing about the New Order”
The powerful chairman walked over to one of the waiting pleasure boys. The boy’s brown eyes lowered in submissiveness as the older man reached under his gold loincloth and began to fondle the fast hardened boy cock. The boy had a large social media following with videos of him dancing, lip syncing shirtless, showing off his chisel smooth body, before he was captured and enslaved.
Lord Giles continued to grope and squeeze the boy’s cock, as turned his attention to Mr. Barnes, “contact our allies in the US military. It is time to fulfill the prophecy.”
“Yes, sir,” Barnes lowered his head in respect and turned to leave.
2022-07-19 01:13:28 +0000 UTC
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RANDY ORTON TAKE DOWN 2
Randy’s mind was reeling. Part of him was telling himself that he was no one's bitch, he was a straight alpha male. However, that part was growing weaker as the drug was making him feel so good to be obedient and submissive. He pulled the designer shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground. Randy hurriedly kicked off his boots and pants, and finally pulled the bikini briefs down. His cock popped free, bouncing and throbbing. He was never much of a leaker, but this time his cock was leaking pre-cum as he knelt on his knees and then crowded over the hard stone patio toward the other man. By the time he got there, Stone had his cock out of his pants. Drool ran from Randy’s mouth as his eyes fell upon Dr. Stone’s fat cock. Randy found himself opening his mouth and for the first time taking a cock into his mouth. He at once started to gag on the thick cock. Sweat began to run from his buzzed cut hair down his chisel masculine face. The Professor grabbed his head and began to guide Randy on and off his cock, controlling the powerful wrestler’s breathing.
Javier stood behind Randy watching in lust as his master was breaking another hot alpha stud. He couldn’t look away as he focused on the pro-wrestler’s big muscular ass facing him, as Randy’s head was bobbing up and down on the thick cock. Javier could make out the smooth, virgin hole peeking out from between the large, fat cheeks. He was amazed how smooth it was. Javier began unbuttoning his satin shirt, revealing his own hairless torso, while keeping his eyes on the exquisite ass. He pulled the shirt off his broad shoulders and peeled it down his muscular arms. His eyes raised and met the Professor’s. Dr. Stone was puffing on his cigar and smiling at him. Javier’s rock hard cock was clearly visible now through the black sateen pants. He kicked off his leather loafers and undid his pants. As he peeled his pants down, his own thick hard cock popped free.
“Javier, get on your knees and get Randy’s hole ready,” Stone ordered as he placed his arms on the back of the chair while enjoying his cigar and the blow job from the once arrogant pro-wrestler.
Randy tried to look behind him but also kept his mouth on the thick cock, as Javier stepped out of his pants and knelt behind him. The pro wrestler let out a moan over the cock in his mouth as Javier gripped his ass cheeks and spread them. The straight wrestler’s soon to be manpussy looked so beautiful and tempting to the mob boss. Javier leaned in and flick his tongue over the sensitive hole, causing Randy to moan louder and instinctively push his ass backwards. Javier talentedly pushed deep between the powerful cheeks, probing his tongue in and out of the tight rosebud hole. Randy was squirming while desperately trying to keep working on Dr. Stone’s cock. Javier squeezed and slapped the cheeks as he flicked his tongue in and out of the hole.
Randy was taking his first cock down his tight throat while getting his ass rimmed by another man. His muscles felt pumped and his mind was so relaxed. It felt so good to obey and get used by another man. Randy also had an undeniable thirst for cum. If his fans saw him now, the Viper getting fucked and used like a gay slut whore. He was coating Professor Stone’s cock with his drool and saliva while his once tight ass was being lubed and loosen by his mobster friend’s tongue.
Stone extended his shoe-covered right foot and pressed it against Randy’s hard cock. He pressed it backwards and let go, watching it bounce back forward. Randy could only let loose another muffled moan.
Finally Stone pulled the muscular, tall wrestler off of his cock. Javier, knowing that the master was ready, pulled his face from between Randy’s fat cheeks, leaving the hole wet, sloppy, and loose. He was so jealous of Randy. Javier remember his first time getting fucked by the master. He was envious. Randy looked up at Professor Stone in confusion as the doctor pulled his cock out of his sore throat. Professor Stone took his hand and pulled the larger man up to his feet. Javier watched Randy’s magnificent body being led over to the chaise lounge chair, the smooth, flawless ass flex and bounce as he walked.
Randy obediently laid face down on the chaise. He then pushed his muscular ass into the air. All his brain could think of was how much he needed the cock up his straight virgin ass.
“Just relax your hole. All you're going to feel is pleasure,” Dr. Stone ordered, as he spread Randy’s ass and then aimed his thick cock head at the saliva lubed hole.
Stone grabbed Randy’s waist and pushed forward.
“Oooh, Fffuck,” Randy “The Viper” Orton cried out.
Randy throws his head back and groans. It felt so good as he got penetrated for the first time. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his prostate got rammed. Waves of pleasure filled him as the Professor pulled out and slammed back in. His body was built to take a pounding. It was his career to be tough and aggressive. His cock remained rock hard, throbbing and leaking. Randy pushed his ass backwards wanting more. The tough, alpha pro-wrestler was working his prime ass as if he was a slutty whore in heat. Sweat poured from his forehead as he took the cock in and out of his manpussy. He couldn’t get enough of the big cock up his ass as he flexed his anal muscles trying to pull it deeper into him. Stone grabbed his wide mountainous shoulders to thrust harder and deeper. Randy’s grip on the chaise tightened, threatening to pull it apart. His shredded, layered muscles flexing, covered in a layer of sweat. Javier was so horny, he gripped his crown cock in his large hand and began to stroke it as he watched his lover and master fuck the legendary Randy Orton.
“Fffuck,” Randy cried out.
He couldn’t take it anymore. His powerful muscles couldn’t take it anymore and he couldn’t hold out. He let out a loud cry, his entire body then tense and spasm. Wave after wave filled him. His cock jerked and exploded sending steams onto the patio. As his orgasm washed through his body, his ass muscles clamped down on the thick cock like a vice, milking it. With the powerful anal muscles spasming around him, the Professor couldn’t take it anymore. Stone rammed as deep as possible and paused. With a grunt, Stone came deep inside his new slave. Randy was in pure bliss as he was filled with the life giving essentials that his body now carves. After he made sure the tall muscle jock got all of his cum, the Professor pull out of him, dropping Orton like a rag doll on the chaise chair. Javier dropped to his knees again and crawled behind Randy. He once again spread the large cheeks to reveal the ruined hole. It was leaking the master’s cum. Javier then pressed his face back in the ass and began to eat out Stone’s cock. Dr. Stone smiled down at his two slaves. He reached down and pulled Randy’s head back to his crotch. The once straight pro-wrestler opened His mouth and began to clean the cock that had conquered and deflowered him.
2022-07-18 01:31:17 +0000 UTC
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