After I fucked one of my regular straight frat boys, I took the blonde adonis out for breakfast. He had worked up quite the appetite. I chose a family oriented breakfast place near where I lived. Our pretty waitress couldn’t keep her eye off Cody. Neither could the tall, overweight manager, a big bear of a man. I don’t blame them. Cody’s white t-shirt was like painted on him, showing off his well developed pecs and abs. His khakis shorts hugged his nice bubble ass and showed off his strong legs that were coated with a thin layer of blonde hair. Cody reeks of arrogance. He kept his sunglasses on at the table to cover his bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t sleep much the night before. I had kept him awake much of the night pounding his straight boypussy. The waitress barely looked at me as I ordered two scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon. She was too busy watching the frat boy smiling and bouncing his pecs through the white t-shirt. As for Cody, he ordered three scrambled eggs, three pieces of sausage, three pieces of bacon, a stack of pancakes, and toast. The waitress was impressed by the amount of food he ordered.
I sit there drinking my coffee while Cody talked about working out and the girls he fucked like normal. He was truly the stereotypical blonde gym rat, dumb, oversexed, and completely into himself. The pretty waitress brought the tray of food we ordered and place my one plate of food before me and then place Cody’s three plates in front of him.
“Thanks, baby,” Cody gave her his flirtous smile.
“That’s a lot of food,” the girl commented
“I have to feed the muscles,” Cody flexed his large biceps.
The poor girl actually bashed. He was flirting with her to make a point to me and to himself that he was still straight although he took three loads of my cum up his beautiful jock ass last night and this morning. After the waitress left, Cody ran his hands together and picked up his knife and fork, when I stopped him.
“Take off your shirt,” I smiled and took another slip of my drink.
Cody stopped as he was about to take his first bite. He looked around, “here?”
I put down my drink, “take off your shirt.”
I knew behind his dark sunglasses his eyes had glazed over. He put down his knife and folk and reached down and pulled his shirt up. Cody slowly revealed his smooth chisel abs and then his muscular chest. He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it on the seat beside him. An elderly couple seating at the booth across from us, gave him a disapproving look. On this left pec the words “still alive” was tattooed, a fitting motto for his life as a hard playing jock.
“Good boy, now play with your tits,” I smiled.
He looked around nervously but his hands went to his nipples and started to twist and pull them.
“They are so sensitive, aren’t they. It like they are hot wired to your cock,” I smiled at him.
“Mmm, yes,” he whispered in ecstasy as he teased and pinch his nipples.
Cody was making quite the scene in the family restaurant. Meanwhile, I slipped off my right shoe and extended my foot to rest it on the booth between his legs. I began to rub my foot against his crotch through the khakis shorts. The tall, overweight manager came and stood at the table. His large body was blocking the view of our table from the other restaurant patrons.
“Sir, You have to put on your shirt now or leave,” the manager spoke in a stern voice but I noticed how he was looking at Cody’s sexy lean body.
“No he’s fine,” I smiled and waved my hand demisingly at the manager.
The manager turned to me, “excuse me.”
“He’s fine. In fact you like seeing him like that, don’t you. I saw you checking him out as soon as we came in.”
The manager was visiblely upset and aroused. He didn’t know how to respond.
I turned to Cody, “take out your cock and show it to the manager as your played with it.”
Cody looked at me through his sunglasses as he pulled his hands from his pert nipples and reached under the table. He unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down. The manager swallowed nervously as he looked down as Cody pulled out his hard cock.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it,” I whispered.
“Yes,” the manager whispered.
His eyes didn’t move from the muscle boy as he watched Cody stroke his cut 8 inch hard cock. Cody was beat red in embarrassment.
“Pulled your shorts and underwear down to your ankles and show the manager how much of a jock slut you are,” I ordered Cody.
The manager leaned his neck over to get a better look under the table and his eyes widen. The manager was impressed. While stroking his cock with his right hand, Cody reached his left hand between his legs and under his full heavy balls. He then began to pushed a finger in and out of his boypussy. He opened his mouth to let out a low moan.
“This, this is a family restaurant,” the manager mumbled but licked his lips as he watched the naked stud jacked and finger himself.
The bulge in the gay manager’s pants was obvious. He wanted Cody the first moment we walked into the restaurant. The way he stared at Cody’s plump ass in the tight khakis.
“Cody is a very good cocksucker,” I smiled. “Aren’t you, Cody.”
I could feel the hate in Cody’s eyes toward me.
“How about you can try out Cody boy’s nice tight mouth, in return for two free meals,” I looked up at the manager who couldn’t take his eyes off Cody’s cock.
“Damn, you,” Cody hissed under his breathe,
“I think that can be arranged,” the manager whispered as he tried to discreetly adjust his bulge.
“Good. Cody put your clothes back on and follow him,” I finished my drink.
Cody knew he had no choice but to obey. He reached under the table and pulled his underwear and shorts up his legs and zipped them up. Cody then pulled his shirt back on.
As he stood up, I looked up at Cody. “You will obey him,” I instructed. Then with a smirk, “Make me pride.”
Cody got up from the booth and followed the manager to the back area. I began to eat my breakfast while waiting. Once in the small store room, the tall manager grabbed Cody by the shoulders, turning him around and pressing down. The jock knelt on to his knees as the manager undid his pants. Cody's eyes widened behind his sunglasses at the sight of the manager’s huge cock. The larger man then grabbed the younger stud by his blond hair and pulled Cody on to his cock. Cody tried to take as much of it into his mouth as he could but he began to gage on it. However the manager didn’t let up on the cocky jock. He continued to fuck Cody’s mouth hard. Cody grabbed hold of the older man’s legs to balance himself and try to have him ease off. It did no good. Cody was turning blue as he couldn’t breathe. Finally when Cody almost couldn’t anymore, the manager stopped fucking his mouth and came hard down my boy’s throat. When the manager pulled out, Cody fell onto his knees trying to catch his breath.
After Cody recovered, he returned to the table. I smiled at him. His handsome face was red and a line of cum was running from his mouth down his chin. When he sit back down, I reach over and used my finger to wipe the cum drool from his face,
“Good boy, now eat up. You earned it,” I smiled.
He didn’t say a word and started eating his breakfast.
2022-05-23 00:18:19 +0000 UTC
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ALPHA BETA OMEGA CHAPTER 4
Jorge was nervous when he walked up to the front steps of the Alpha Beta Omega house. He often went by there on his way to school but never really realized how large it was. The thought of his argument with Maria was still plaguing his mind that he wasn’t exactly Alpha Beta Omega material. He was born and raised in the wrong area of Mexico City, where you have to be tough to survive each day. Although never in a gang, he tattooed his body to bend in and workout everyday to make himself look more intimidating. Instead of joining gangs and getting into trouble he turned to soccer. It was his ability on the field that got him to the university in the States.
At the door to the frat house stood two huge guys blocking the door with the frame of their muscular bodies. They were both shirtless, showing off their smooth, muscle layered torsos. Gleez their muscles have muscles, Jorge thought as he approached them. The two frat brothers on guard duty were all serious, with stern, threatening cold looks on their chisel faces. The shorter of the two guards held a clipboard of names, and held out his hand to stop Jorge. Jorge’s immediate thought was that he was going to be turned away.
“Name,” the brother with the clipboard barked.
“Jorge Toledo,” Jorge responded.
The frat boy looked at Jorge and then down at the clipboard. The frat brother carefully scanned down the list. It felt like an eternity but finally the guy looked up and smiled, a friendly smile.
“Welcome pledge to Alpha Beta Omega” the shorter guy nodded at taller frat brother.
The taller guard reached down into a cooler and pulled out a beer.
The shorter guy took the bottle and handed it to Jorge, “good luck, Jorge.”
“Thanks,” Jorge was relieved as the two muscle jocks stepped aside to let him inside.
Jorge slipped his beer as he walked through the grand entrance hall. He never saw a house so lavish as this one and he sure wouldn’t expect a frat house to be anything like this one. Several beautiful sorority girls and co-Ed’s passed him as they headed toward the door. Jorge took another slip as he turned and checked out the sorority girls in their short dresses.
“Jorge! I’m glad you made it,” Carson came over to greet him, clasping his right hand and bumped shoulders.
“Sorry, I am late,” Jorge returned the blonde wrestling captain’s bro hug.
“No man you right on time,” Carson was all smiles.
“Look like I missed the party,” Jorge laughed and nodded toward the door as the last co-Ed left the house, closing the door behind them.
Carson looked briefly confused toward Jorge. “Uh? Oh, nah man, the real party is just beginning.”
Carson put an arm around Jorge’s shoulders and led him into the living room. Giving Jorge’s shoulder a friendly squeeze, he could see why the Professor wanted the sexy Hispanic muscle boy. Most soccer players are all lower body and not built on top, but Jorge was a full package. Jorge was feeling pretty mellow as Carson introduced him to various frat brothers. He could feel the heat from Carson’s body as the wrestler had his muscular arm across his shoulders, guiding him from one frat brother to another. Jorge found himself feeling comfortable. He wasn’t gay and never had a sexual urge in his life, but being so close to Carson’s tight compact body was causing his cock to stir. Jorge tried to shake it off, saying to himself that it was the beer. When he finished the first bottle, Carson offered Jorge a second one and Jorge gladly accepted. The more he drank the more relaxed and calm he felt. From the corner of his eyes he saw two muscular jocks walking down the stairs shirtless. He recognized Travor, the dark skin quarterback, instantly. Everyone knew him. Behind him, was a tall muscular jock that looked like he could be a pro bodybuilder. Jorge never saw muscles that big and shredded on a college guy before. After them came an older man. The man looked out of place at the frat house, because of his age and the fact he was wearing a dress shirt and pants. However, the older man had an air about himself and held himself as if he owned the house. Jorge found himself intrigued by the stranger. He watched the older man walk up to Alex and whispered into the tall, blonde swimmer’s ear. Although he found it hard to focus, Jorge swore he saw the man giving the frat president’s muscular ass a squeeze before moving on. Jorge told himself that he had too much to drink. As the night went on, Jorge was feeling more and more blissfully relaxed. He had no concerns or worries. He wasn’t the only one. By 11 all the pledges, including Jorge, were shirtless.
At 11 the frat President announced that it is time for the pledges to start the initiation ceremony. The pledges and frat brothers filed downstairs to the large basement. Once everyone was in the basement, Alex instructed the pledges to stand in front of the chairs that were lined up in front of a large television. There were 8 pledges that came to stand in front of the chairs. Each one had a dull, intoxicated look in their eyes as they swayed back and forth. The full fledged frat brothers stood behind them.
“Pledges, welcome to Alpha Beta Omega House. You have been chosen to be pledges because you are the best this campus has to offer. We alphas betas are the elite fraternity on campus, and we only take the best. From this moment, until the end of your probation, you are omegas, nothing, the last. You will serve the alpha and his betas, understand pledges.”
The 8 pledges all shouted, in unison, “yes, sir.”
“Good! Omegas do not wear clothes while in the house. Omegas do not have need for clothes, they serve real men and need to show off their bodies for real men. Now take off your clothes,” Alex ordered.
A part of Jorge knew something wasn’t right, but the beer made his head so fuzzy and unable to process what was going on. However, he began to strip out of his pants and underwear like the rest of the pledges. He was normally shy about exposing his cock to other men. It is not that he was small, but on the contrary, his uncut cock was fat.
“Alpha Betas you may strip to your jockstraps as well,” Alex ordered.
One by one the frat boys stripped out of their clothes and down to jockstraps. Every brother wore identical pure white jockstraps.
Alex peeled his jeans down as well, stepping out of them. Once he was down to his jockstrap, he continued, “we serve our master!”
The full frat brothers replied, in loud booming voices, “We serve our Master!”
Professor Stone then came into the basement. He walked behind each pledge, inspecting their well developed backs and buttocks. This year offered a fine batch of pledges, a wide variety of athletic younger men. Like always they represented the best the university offered. He stopped behind a rugby player and freely ran his hand down the wide back, down to the large muscular ass. Stone continued his inspection. He stroked and fondled a magnificent tall basketball player and groped a compact gymnast. Stone walked around in front of them and inspected the pledges’ front. The Professor stopped in front of Jorge and looked down at the impressive uncut cock. Smiling, the older man gripped Jorge’s cock and began to move the foreskin up and down the thick staff. Jorge continued to stare straight ahead as he swayed left to right. He let out a deep moan as his fat cock head began to drool pre-cum.
“Good boy,” the Professor whispered.
Stone walked on down the line and then over to stand beside Alex. He then turned to face his future new slaves, “Pledges have a seat.”
In unison the naked, drugged pledges sat down in the chairs behind them. The Professor motion to Alex and the frat President activated the television.
“Watch the monitor, focus on it,” the Professor ordered.
The large screen began to pulsate and flash in each pledge’s eyes. A part of Jorge wanted to look away but at the same time he was washed with a feeling of blissfulness as words began to flash before his eyes.
“Obedience is pleasure.”
“Obey.”
“Serve.”
“Submissive to real men is good.”
“Jocks must be obedient to real alpha.”
“Pledges are Omegas, brothers are beta, there is only one alpha, the master.”
Over and over the words bombarded their open minds. Images then began to flash as well. Muscular younger men, like themselves, were serving and getting fucked and used by older men. The various muscle jocks and bodybuilders appeared so happy as they served the older men. Moans of pleasure and ecstasy filled the younger men’s ears and rewired brains. The pledges grew aroused as their cocks stood straight up from their laps. The Professor pulled the tube of gel from his pocket and rubbed some of it onto his hands. He then once more moved behind the muscular younger pledges, making sure not to block their view of the programming. Stone started with Kyle, a member of the university’s unofficial weightlifting team and social media influencer. The Professor stood behind the dark hair stallion and began to rub Kyle’s shoulders. The gel on the Professor’s hands sent waves of pleasure through the muscular younger man. His already hard cock began to throb at the touch of his new master. The Professor worked his hands lower, over the large pecs. Kyle moaned as the Professor squeezed and cupped his pecs. The Professor then took Kyle’s nipples between his fingers and rubbed the pointed nads. Kyle was in pure pleasure. His nipples were never so sensitive. He continues to watch the monitor, his drugged mind adsording the new programming, while thrusting his raging cock into the air. Kyle’s knocks gripped the armrest of the chair. The muscle stud moaned loud and shot his load out of his swollen cock head, shooting his seed over his smooth 6 pack abs and pecs. The Professor smiled and clapped his new slave on the shoulder, before moving on to work his next slave.
2022-05-21 01:15:54 +0000 UTC
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ALPHA BETA OMEGA, CHAPTER 3
Moose trusted his quarterback more than anyone else. He found himself nodding as he tilted his head back and Trevor let him take a big swallow of the sweet tasting wine. The wine spilled from his mouth and down his chin and onto his chest. The Professor smiled as he used his fingers to wipe off the wine.
“That’s a good boy,” the Professor touched the oversized pecs, feeling the warm bare flesh.
Professor Stone then placed his fingers at Moose’s mouth and Bobby found himself sucking the fingers clean of the wine.
“You're going to feel so good, man. You are going to feel unbelievable pleasure. More than you ever experienced,” Trevor whispered into Moose’s ear. He could feel the muscular linemen tensing his body, trying to fight the drugs. “Ssshh, buddy. Don’t fight it. I fought it at first too but I realized how good it feels to obey and serve. It feel good being dumb, obedient jocks. No thinking, just obeying. You are going to love taking another man’s cock up your ass.”
“No,” Moose weakly protested.
His brown eyes were focused on the older man in front of him. Moose was breathing heavily, his huge pecs moving up and down as the Professor’s hands traced his cobblestone abs, down to the tenting shorts.
“Getting fucked is the most intense pleasure you will ever experienced. It is the ultimate muscle worship. Knowing that a man gets off from your body. Showing him how hard you can take it,” Trevor continued to whisper into Moose’s drugged, open mind.
Moose’s head was spinning, and wasn’t even aware that he was being guided over to the bed, as he nervously watched Trevor’s strong, dark hands peeling down his shorts. The tight white briefs were stretched over Moose’s hard cock and thick, powerful football player ass. It was an ass developed by years of football, deadlifts, and squats. Trevor stood behind him and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Moose’s underwear, peeling them down. Moose’s fat, uncut cock popped free. The foreskin was pulling back and large amounts of pre-cum were leaking from its thick cockhead. The Professor now had a good idea why everyone calls him Moose. Once his shorts and underwear were down to his ankles, Moose kicked off his flip flops and stepped out of his clothes. His mind was pleasantly blank as the two men laid him back on the bed. On his back, Moose looked between his massive thighs at the Professor, who now towered over him. The straight football player spread his legs as the Professor moved his hands up his thighs. Moose was breathing even heavier as his cock stood straight up, throbbing. He was so hard. Trevor laid beside him, stroking his head, whispering for him to relax. Moose lifted his buttocks off the bed, displaying his tight virgin hole to the older man. He swallowed nervously while watching Stone undo his pants and pulled out a cock equal in size and thickness to his own. The Professor then took a tube from his pants pocket and squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel onto his fingers. The older man then stroked his gel covered fingers over Moose’s rosebud hole.
“Oh, it feels sooo good. Don’t stop” Moose moaned.
Suddenly his hole became so sensitive. The mere touch of the Professor’s finger caused a shrivel through the huge football player's body. He gripped the sheets in his fists as the finger slid into him. The gel was relaxing his anal muscles while causing every nerve ending around his hole and inside him to go into overdrive. He felt Stone’s finger stroking his insides, loosening him, it felt like it was the most erotic sensation he ever experienced. Moose was gritting his teeth and thrusting his hips into the air. He found himself wanting more. The Professor just continued to smile as he eased in a second finger and began to spread them, stretching Moose’s insides.
Moose turned his head toward Trevor. The quarterback pulled off his tight white compression shirt, revealing his shredded dark chocolate body as he laid beside his teammate. Moose never truly appreciated how beautiful another man could be until now. However, his attention was turned back to the Professor as Stone pulled out his fingers. Moose felt empty and found himself wanting more. His wait wasn’t long. Moose watched with wide eyes as the older man aimed his thick cock at the football player’s virgin jockpussy. Bobby lifted his legs further in the air, eager for the huge cock to penetrate him. The Professor gripped his massive thighs and with a grunt pushed into the lubed hole.
“Oh, fffuck,” Moose cried out as he was penetrated for the first time.
Instead of the intense pain he had imagined one would experience taking a thick cock up the ass, it was pure blissful pleasure. The gel had relaxed his inner and outer rings and made him experience only pleasure. Sweat poured from his body as his huge muscles tensed and flexed as he was pounded from the inside. Moose turned his head toward the now naked Trevor. Trevor was smiling at him. Moose closed his eyes as he leaned toward his quarterback and the two football players kissed for the first time while the Professor was thrusting in and out of Moose’s once tight ass. Bobby’s own cock was throbbing and bouncing in rhythm to the Professor’s pounding of Moose’s prostate. Moose was so close.
Trevor pulled away from the kiss and lowered his head toward Moose's large cock. He then wrapped his thick lips around his teammate’s cock and began to suck it. Moose gripped the quarterback by his cornrow braids and fucked Trevor’s mouth. However, his eyes remained locked on the Professor’s.
“When you cum you will be mine completely. Your only purpose is to serve and obey,” the Professor instructed as he continued to slam deep and hard into the football player.
“Yes,” Moose cried out loud.
Moose then shot his load. He made one last thrust into the air and shot down Trevor’s mouth. The quarterback hurriedly and hungrily lap up the seed. He swallowed the cum but Moose kept cumming. The cum ran from Trevor’s mouth as he was unable to keep up. Moose’s entire straight life was being fucked out of him. As he came his powerful ass muscles gripped and spasmed around the Professor’s cock. The Professor made one last thrust and paused deep inside his newest slave, as Moose’s anal muscles was milking his cum right out of him. Stone came hard and deep inside Moose, filling him.
After the Professor came down from his post orgasm high, he pulled out of the offensive lineman’s ruined hole, dropping the massive legs as if they were rag doll’s.
Trevor finished licking the cum from Moose’s cock and then helped the broken, exhausted Moose off the bed and onto his knees. The two naked football jocks stared up obediently at the Professor as he smiled down at their perfect bodies. He then gripped both of their heads pulling them toward his cock. Moose watched Trevor in what to do next. Trevor leaned forward and began to lick one side of the thick cock to demonstrate to Moose what to do. Moose in return obediently followed Trevor lead. The big Alpha football player never realized how good it was to be submissive. He was raised to be tough, aggressive, and dominant. He was told that while growing up that being obedient and submissive is weak and unmanly. Moose must always be manly. It was all a lie. The cocky, even arrogant facade that was Moose was gone, broken, leaving only the submissive, muscle bound Bobby to serve and obey.
2022-05-20 00:35:36 +0000 UTC
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ALPHA BETA OMEGA CHAPTER TWO
Professor Stone sits behind the desk in the elegant study of the frat house, which he used as his office while at the frat house. As he reviewed the list of potential pledges, Carson, Alex, and Trevor stood in front of him with their hands behind their backs, in only their jockstraps and socks. As they stood there in attention, the Professor couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and blissfully obediently they look. Their bodies were flawless, with chisel hard muscles, completely smooth from the neck down, while their handsome masculine faces were blank. He doesn’t allow any unnecessary thought in their pretty heads.
“There are some impressive names on the list,” Stone said, as he gripped the brown hair of Tyler, one of the baseball player’s he had passed in the upstairs hallway earlier.the pitcher of the baseball team, brown hair to guide his head on and off his thick cock.
The baseball team star pitcher was kneeling in front of the Professor with his stubble beard framed lips wrapped around his master’s cock. The Professor was guiding Tyler’s head on and off his thick cock. Tyler wore only a white jockstrap like his fellow frat brothers and his knee high baseball socks, as his head bobbed on and off the Professor’s cock. The Professor extended his dress shoe-covered right foot to rub the pitcher’s trapped cock. Tyler moaned around the huge cock in his mouth. Like the others, Tyler never had an homosexual experience before joining the frat house. Now he obediently serves any man his master requires him to serve. He blocked out the conversation around him and focused only on their master’s, the Professor’s huge cock that he was skillfully worshipping.
“I see you have Jorge Toledo as a possible pledge,” the Professor looked up from the list to Carson, while continuing to work Tyler’s cock with his foot.
Carson remained at attention with his hands behind his back, “he expressed interest in joining, sir. “ The pledge master’s bulging hard cock was visible through the nylon pouch of his jockstrap.
“But no firm commitment,” the Professor raised his bows.
“No, sir, but he will,” Carson spoke up
“I see that Bobby Montclair, the linemen on the football team, agreed to pledge,” the Professor returned to list.
Trevor, the quarterback, spoke up, “Moose is very interested. He is coming tonight.”
“Moose,” the Professor asked.
“His nickname sir,” Alex replied.
“I see.” The Professor extended his foot farther behind Tyler’s jockstrap and used his shoe to rub against the jock’s shaved hole. The baseball player in return moaned over the thick cock and wiggled his ass against the older man’s foot.
“I can’t believe you are actually considering joining Alpha Beta Omega,” Maria followed Jorge into the kitchen of her off campus apartment.
Jorge was pulling his black and red flannel pajamas bottoms up his muscular legs as he left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen. As Maria followed she couldn’t help but watch his magnificent back with its large Mayan tattoos and the thick layers of tapered muscles. On his lower back, just above his right buttock was a tattooed gun that gave off the appearance of being struck into the waistband of his pants. His tattoos gave off a tough boy vibe, but Maria had quickly learned that it was an illusion to make him look tougher than he really was. He had just finishing fucking her and cumming inside her, when he told her that he was considering joining the elite frat.
“Why shouldn’t I,” Jorge opened the fridge to see what his girlfriend had for him to eat.
“They are weird. They are all secretive. You know Marsha dated one of them for a year, and never went to the house or to her boyfriend’s room except when there was a party. One Saturday a month, they supposedly have a party only for gay men in the community,” Maria kept on.
“Maybe they are trying to be inclusive and open minded,” Jorge poured himself a glass of milk.
“I think it's weird, they are always this elitist, preppy frat and all the sudden they asked you to pledge,” she stopped, knowing she hit a sore spot for the Hispanic male.
Jorge put his milk down, “you mean it's weird that they want a Mexican exchange student from the wrong side of Mexico to be in their fraternity.”
“Honey, I didn’t mean that,” she grabbed his thick tattooed left arm.
Jorge pulled away, “I have to change and get to class.”
“Babe,” Maria called after Jorge as he headed back to the bedroom.
That night the Alpha Beta Omega house was busy with brothers and pledges gathering. There were twenty-five frat brothers and potential pledges there and an assortment of sorority girls. A relatively small party for the Alpha’s. The music in the large living room room was loud and some of the potential pledges were dancing with their girlfriends. Alex stood in the corner of the large living room, slipping his beer watching and surveying the party. His t-shirt and jeans clinged to his muscular, tall body like a second skin. Over the past couple of years while a member of the fraternity, he had grown to dislike clothes. He rather be just in a jockstrap or speedo then in a shirt and pants. However, Alex knew he had to wear clothes when among non-Alphas.
Carson and Trevor came over and stood beside the swimmer. “Moose seems to be enjoying himself,” Carson nodded over to the couch, and took a drink of his beer.
The 270lb, 6’4 offensive lineman looked more like a bodybuilder than a football player. Moose was wearing a sleeveless team jersey and a pair of thin grey shorts. His large defined arms were stretched across the back of the couch while on each huge thigh sat a sorority girl. Each quad, as thick as Some men’s waists, easily accommodated both girls. The girls were flirting with him, lifting his jersey and running their fingernails over his chisel 8 pack. The vascular veins of his shredded arms were visible from across the room. There were rumors about obvious steroid use, which the coach and university willingly overlooked.
“Baby you are so hot,” Jennifer teased as she push her hands further under his shirt .
“So are you two,” Moose laughed, which caused the girls to giggle.
Moose kissed each girl on their necks as his hands freely traveled down their bodies. His hard on was clearly visible in his thin shorts. Carol grinned at Jennifer and then reached down and squeezed the tube shaped outline of Bobby “the Moose”’s cock. Bobby moaned.
Alex’s attention was drawn from Moose's large bulge as he felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled the phone out and read the text.
“Professor is ready for him.” Alex turned and picked up a bottle of the Frat’s special brewed beer. He handed it to Travor, “make sure he drinks it all down.”
The dark skin Quarterback took the beer and smiled. When he approached the trio the girls had pulled Moose’s jersey over his head, displaying his huge pecs and large brown nipples.
“Ladies, Moose,” Trevor greeted his teammate and the two co-Ed’s. “Having fun Moose,” he handed the beer to Moose.
“A blast,” Moose looked at each curvy co-Ed.
A look from the muscular quarterback told the two sorority girls it was time to go. Jennifer and Carol smiled at each other and got up from Moose’s lap. They knew from experience not to overstay their welcome at the frat house.
“Where are you going babes,” Moose held on to their hands as they stood up.
Jennifer leaned forward and kissed him, “We have to go back to the sorority. Don’t worry baby, you are going to have a blast.”
Moose let go of the two girls' hands and watched them walk away, holding each other's hands. “Man, that’s hot,” Moose mumbled.
Moose attention was drawn back to the quarterback standing before him holding out another beer, “thanks, man.”
Trevor watched the big lineman drink down the beer.
“And thanks for sponsoring my pledge here. This frat is awesome.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself,” Trevor smiled at his teammate.
“I can imagine all the sex you guys get,” Moose laughed.
“Oh you have no idea,” Trevor laughed in return. “There is someone I want to introduce you to. He is really important and will make the final decision if you join the fraternity or not.”
“Cool, let's go him,” Moose finished off the beer and stood up. “Wo, that beer is pretty strong,” Moose suddenly felt off balance as he stood up.
Trevor just laughed and placed his left arm around the linemen’s surprisely lean waist. As he guided Moose out of the living room, Trevor grabbed another special beer from Carson and handed it to Bobby. The lineman didn’t protest as he drank more of the strong drink. Moose completely forgot about his jersey, enjoying the air hitting his naked upper body. As they passed Carson and Alex, the two frat brothers could make out the brief lines through Moose’s thin shorts. It was obvious that the briefs were being stretched by his large, round behind. Moose was feeling so good and relaxed by the time they reached one of the upstairs bedrooms.
Professor Stone was waiting for the two football players in the bedroom. He was pleased when Moose entered the room. The football player’s large pecs and chisel abs were works of work.
“Welcome to Alpha Beta Omega, Bobby,” the Professor approached the tall muscular jock.
“Who, who are you,” Bobby “Moose” felt confused and unable to think.
“This is Professor Stone, our faculty advisor and master,” Trevor put a hand on Bobby’s massive right shoulder.
“Master,” Bobby replied, confused as he looked from Trevor to the Professor.
“Just relax, Bobby,” the Professor moved closer and touched Moose’s bare chest.
“I’m not . . .” Moose backed away but Trevor's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Just relax, don’t fight it,” Trevor whispered into his ear and held a wine bottle to Moose lips. “Take another drink. It's going to make you feel so much better. You trust me, don't you.”
To be continued
2022-05-19 01:08:57 +0000 UTC
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Pimped out by the wife
“All clean, nice and smooth, baby. Those men are going to take very good care of you,” Gabrielle sat on the bathroom counter drying off her husband’s muscular body.
“Good care of me,” Ken asked, confused.
“It's ok baby,” Gabrielle robbed the towel over his huge pecs. She never could get over how sexy he was. “Those men are going to enjoy that body of yours. All you have to do is to make them happy.”
“Make them happy,” Ken looked down at Gabrielle’s long nails as they squeezed his oversized pecs.
She laughed at how dumb and submissive her muscle bound husband had became.
Ken had come a long way from when he first met his wife. He was an intelligent, strong, proud alpha man, who always said he would never let a woman dominate him. Ken was from an old rich family but made a successful modeling career with his huge shredded muscles. He had a reputation as a lady's man, dating numerous women, used them for sex and discarded them when he done. That was before he met Gabrielle. She quickly got the arrogant stud wrapped around her finger. Ken loved her and found himself doing anything she told him to do. By their wedding night she was already breaking him down. She would secretly drug him, keeping him docile as she reshaped him into the perfect himbo to pimp out to rich gay men. It became harder and harder for Ken to resist her. When his friends and family tried to warn him, she turned him against them. He found himself being more and more isolated until she was the only one he believed he could trust. The drugs she slipped him made it harder for him to think for himself and he became more dependent on her daily.
When she told him she want to fuck him with a strap on, he told her no and told her he was straight. However, nightly she kept on until finally his resolve gave in.
“If you love me, you will let me,” she would pout.
Finally, he did as she told him and laid face down on the bed as she mounted him. He was humiliated and it hurt so bad but he loved her and will do anything to make her happy.
“Good boy,” she would whisper into his ears while fucking him. “Such a good, big dumb boy.”
Despite how much it hurt and how humiliating it was Ken found himself coming each time as she pounded the strap on against his prostate.
Gabrielle put down the towel on the countertop and began to rub oil on to his smooth, deeply tan body. He was a true work of art, she thought as she rubbed the magnificent hard muscles. His pecs were massive as they hung above his sculpted abs. There wasn’t a bit of fat visible. He had always had a great body, but when she married him, she made sure he stayed on a strict vegan diet. The diet kept him lean and tight, but also kept his mental functions weak and open for her to manipulate. Once she had covered his body in a thin layer of oil, she reached for a small case that was sitting on the countertop beside her. She pulled out a syringe. Ken just watched as she filled it. All resistance was long gone. She took his right arm and had no problem finding a large vein to inject the needle into.
“Ssshh, baby. It's going to make you feel so much better about what those men are going to do to you,” she stroked his small, but sexy ears. “You won’t have a care in the world.”
There was a knock on their bathroom door and Ken turned as an older man peeked around the door. “Is he ready,” the stranger asked.
“Yes, he is. Aren’t you, baby,” Gabrielle wrapped her arm around Ken’s thick shoulders and stroked his neck.
“Yes,” he responded. His deep voice was empty of emotion.
“Well, he is definitely a beauty,” the older man came further into the room, his eyes traveling down the stud’s sculpted body.
“Yes, he is. Baby, open your towel and show the nice man the goods,” Gabrielle moved her foot up Ken’s leg.
With a blank look in Ken’s eyes, he opened his towel and revealed his naked, hairless body.
“Exquisite,” the man whispered under his breath.
“Yes, he is, and as mindless as a Ken doll,” Gabrielle laughed.
Ken didn’t move as the stranger touched his large pecs and ran his hand down the cobblestone abs. Gabrielle had shaved off all his body hair from the neck down in the shower, leaving him looking like a chisel statue of a Roman god. The man then gripped Ken’s thick 9” hard cock, giving it a few strokes.
“Turn around,” the man ordered.
Ken hesitated before Gabrielle whispered into his ear, “be a good boy, do as the man told you.”
Ken then slowly turned to display his ass. It was as if it was sculpted from granite, hard and tight.
“Beautiful,” the man whispered and boldly placed a finger between the tight ass cheeks.
“I had made sure he thoroughly cleaned out,” Gabrielle proudly stated as she stroked Ken’s chest.
“He tight but not overly,” the stranger pushed his finger into the muscle hole causing Ken to grunt.
“I've been training him to take cocks up his ass. He was resistant at first when I used a strapon on him. He was all macho. Wasn’t you babe,” Gabrielle teased one of Ken’s nipples, causing him to whimper.
“But after I drugged him a few times and weakened his stubbornness, he became a good obedient bottom,” she laughed. “He was such an arrogant douchebag bastard before I broke him. Using women and acting like he was God’s gift with his hot body, good looks, and money. Wasn’t you,” she sank her nails into his meaty pecs.
“Yes,” Ken hissed. His cock was rock hard.
“Now he has the intelligence of a pea. Nothing left in that pretty head of his,” she laughed.
“You never disappoint with your merchandise,” the older man was moving his fat finger in and out of Ken’s hole, stroking his insides. “Is he your third husband?”
“Actually the fourth, I made quite a fortune out of those thoroughbreds,” she laughed as she gripped Ken’s thick cock.
“Ugh, please,” Ken whimpered as he felt a second fat finger squeezed into his hole.
“Well, I believe he definitely fetched a high price tonight. There are a lot of buyers that would be interested in a masculine beauty like him,” the older man spread his fingers inside Ken’s hole, causing Ken to grunt.
Ken’s cock was bouncing as he stood there, with the older man’s fingers up his ass. The old cocky Ken would never let that happen, but the docile Ken couldn’t think or resist.
“He is responding quite well,” the stranger mused as he looked over the broad shoulders. “I believe they are ready for him,” the man added as he pulled his fingers from the tight hole.
Gabrielle grabbed him by his small perfect ears, “baby, listen. Go with that man and do everything as he tells you. Make me proud, honey.” She kissed his forehead.
The older man then reached around and gripped Ken’s thick, throbbing cock. Ken looked at his wife one last time as the man led him by his cock out of the room.
The group of ten well dressed men clapped as Ken emerged on the stage. Ken was naked but showed no emotions as he began to pose and flex before them. Being a bodybuilder for so many years made him subconsciously used to posing half nude before large crowds. To his hazy mind, he had no idea that he was completely naked and rock hard. It was just another bodybuilding show or exhibit. As he turned, the men cheered louder. His tan chisel muscles were flawless, perfectly asymmetrical. He then was led by the older man off the stage and was paraded among the rich gay men. The men paid a lot to be at the show. They began to freely feel him up as he was led among them. They admired his huge solid pecs and wide shoulders. Their hands roaming over his tight, muscular buttocks and gripping his thick hard cock. The men’s touches kept him hard and aroused. He was nothing more than an object, a toy for them to use.
One older gentleman pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to Ken’s handler.
“Get on your knees and give the man a blow job,” the older man that was leading him among the crowd barked.
Without a thought in his pretty head, Ken obediently knelt as the man sitting in front of him opened his pants. Ken then opened his mouth and took the cock. He instantly began to gag and cough over its thickness. It only encourages the man to laugh and pull Ken’s head further down his shaft. Ken was turning red and his muscular arms were faring as he tried to come up for air. Finally when Ken was at the point of collapse the older man let go of him and Ken dropped to his hands to catch his breath. The break was short lived however. Another man paid the handler another 100 and Ken’s mouth was once again fucked. One men after another paid for their turn on Ken’s tight throat. Tears were running down his handsome, masculine face.
“Three hundred to fuck him,” one of the rich men laughing.
“Five hundred, that beautiful ass is worth it,” another man yelled.
“A thousand,” yet another yelled out.
Ken was helpless as he was led over to a sling and was pushed down into it. His massive legs were lifted into the air and fastened to bonds. Ken’s thick thighs were held high and wide apart, exposing his tight shaved rosebud, his heavy big balls, and fat hard cock. His muscular vascular shredded arms were then fastened to two more restraints. He offered no fight as the man who offered the highest bid approached him. The old man lined his cock up to the tight manhole and roughly pushed into him. Ken groaned loudly to the other men’s pleasure. Ken’s grunts were animalistic. He threw his head back to cry out as his prostate was pounded. However, his head was soon grabbed from behind and a cock pushed down his throat. The images of the outline of the cock pounding in and out of his throat through the muscular neck drove several men over the edge. They pulled out their cocks and jackoff over the mindless muscle god, until they came over his shredded muscles.
2022-05-16 16:14:29 +0000 UTC
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ALPHA BETA OMEGA
Everyone wants to be in the Alpha Beta Omega fraternity. They were the best frat on campus, only accepting the most popular and athletic men. Their frat house was also the biggest and most lavish on fraternity row. The brothers were well connected and many went on to high paying positions in industry and politics. They were also known for their wild parties. However, they were also known to be the most secretive. No one talks about their initiation into the fraternity and except when there were parties, no one that wasn’t a member of the frat was allowed into the house. Not even their girlfriends saw the members' bedrooms, which were off limits during parties.
Jorge was out for his morning run before classes. He was turning head as he ran through the campus quad, shirtless, in just a pair of short red shorts. A thin layer of sweat covered his smooth shredded torso. Tattoos adored his arms, sides, and back, making him look sexy and dangerous. His defined pecs were bouncing and muscular tattooed arms and back were pumping as he ran. Years of soccer had developed powerful thick legs, built for speed and agility. Jorge stopped at a water fountain and leaned forward to take a drink. His shorts stretched and clinged to his well developed buttocks. Jorge straightened up and grabbed his right foot, pulling his leg backwards to stretch. His body was the classic Greek example of male beauty, lean, strong and athletic. As he stretched, a mustang convertible with two shirtless jocks in it drove by and stopped. The jocks upper bodies were huge and shredded with hard sculpted muscles.
“Hey, you Jorge, right,” the blond passenger in the car called over to him.
Jorge paused, unsure if they were takin to him, but then walked over to the car. The passenger had his hand up, gripping the edge of the front windshield, displaying his huge bulging right bicep. As Jorge approached he noticed that both the driver and the passenger wore short shorts, that were stretched over massive, smooth thighs. The shorts were pulled up as high as possible to show off their defined legs and to allow them to tan in the sun.
“Yeah, I’m Jorge,” Jorge put his hand on the car door.
“I’m Carson, and this is Trevor. I’m the pledge master for Alpha Beta Omega. I’m wondering if you consider pledging for a fraternity?” Carson smiled his best pleasant smile.
“I haven’t considered joining any,” Jorge answered.
“You should consider joining Alpha Beta Omega. I believe you are a perfect fit for our fraternity. We only pledge the best,” Carson eyes travel down Jorge six pack sweaty abs, and tattooed torso and arms.
“I heard of Alpha Omega, you supposed to be the best frat on campus,” Jorge was intrigued. Most frats like Alpha Beta Omega don’t recruit Mexican exchange students even if they were the best players on the university’s soccer team.
“We are,” Carson’s smile turned cocky. “We having a get together for potential pledges tonight. Why don’t you stop by and take a look at the house and the brothers,” he handed a small card to Jorgo.
Jorge took the business card and read the address. He was impressed by the professionalism. “Cool, I might do it,” Jorge smiled back.
“Cool, we hope to see you tonight,” Carson replied as he watchede put the card into the waistband of his jockstrap.
The mustang then speeded off and Jorge continued on this run.
Professor Stone pulled his car in front of the large Classic Georgian style mansion in the center of Fraternity Row. Shirtless muscular younger men were coming and going from the house. Two boys in only a pair of short running shorts were washing a car on the side of the street. Their tight, smooth torsos were wet and glistening in the sun. Even their shorts were wet, and one could make out their cocks through the soaked thin material. Two more frat boys were throwing a frisbee between each other. They each were lean, tightly muscular, with healthy tans and chisel abs. The frat boys stopped what they were doing and watched the older man walk up the sidewalk and on to the column lined portico entrance. A large banner with Greek letters for Alpha Beta Omega, hangs from the large balcony over the front door.
As the faculty advisor for the fraternity, Stone had free access to the house. As he entered the frat house, he made his way up the grand staircase. When he passed the various frat members, they respectfully made way for him. Every one of the frat jock boys was shirtless, showing off their tight athletic bodies. Professor Stone smiled to himself as he passed each flawless jock boy. His eyes traveled down their smooth torso. He passed two members of the baseball team in the corridor. It was obvious that they had just come from practice. They both were still wearing their baseball pants, struck into their bright red baseball socks, and baseball caps. Their smooth torsos were covered in a layer of sweat.
Professor Stone stopped them, “where is Alex?”
The two jocks were visibly nervous. “In his room. Taking a shower,” the college star pitcher responded.
“Thank you,” the Professor replied.
Stone couldn’t resist turning and watching the two baseball player’s muscular asses in their uniforms walk away. He made a note to stop by their rooms or invite them to his office soon. The Professor continued on to Alex’s room. Being the fraternity president, Alex’s room was the biggest bedroom in the frat house, with its own bathroom. Stone heard the shower running as he entered the room. The room was neat and organized, too neat and organized for a college jock’s room. The bed was a king size bed and the Professor mused how much sex went on in that large bed. The Professor believes you can tell a lot about a boy by his room. A shelf on one of the walls was loaded with swimming trophies. You would expect that amount of awards from the captain of the swim team. Alex was proud of his accomplishments, even arrogant about them. The room was richly decorated, which showed his rich upbringing and family. His father’s wealth and connections made Alex the perfect choice when Stone made him the frat president. Alex was also an Alpha Beta Omega legacy.
Professor Stone undid his tie as he continued on to the bathroom. Being from a rich family, Alex had no concern for water conservation. The 6’4 blond swimmer was in the process of shaving any excess hair from his body, when the shower door opened. He jumped in surprise, dropping the razor as he instinctively covered his cock. However, when he saw the Professor through the steam, he obediently removed his hands. The Professor then undressed, keeping his eyes on the muscular swimmer’s ripped body as the shower water cascaded over him. Alex wrapped one of his soapy hands around his cock and began to stroke it while reaching his other hand behind himself to ease a soapy finger into his tight hole. Once naked, Stone stepped into the spacious shower stall behind the frat President. Alex closed his eyes as the older, shorter man started to wash his wide back and shoulders. The Professor took his time running his hands down the flawless, shredded body. The jock was one of his favorite fucks in the fraternity. Alex’s body was sleek and smooth, built for cutting through water with force and speed. Like most swimmers he kept his body smooth for faster movement through the water, but also because he knew the Professor liked him like that. When the older man’s hands reached the swimmer’s beautiful sculpted ass, Alex leaned forward, bracing himself on the shower wall while pushing his ass outwards. The Professor paused and began to soap up his own thick, hard cock. He watched the normally masculine, arrogant jock wiggle his large ass. Alex looked over his broad shoulders at the huge cock. The look of lust filled his eyes. The coach then pressed his cock between the muscular ass cheeks, poking his cock against the tight jockpussy, causing the frat boy to moan and whimper. Then gripping Alex’s powerful hips, pulling the jock toward him while pushing through the soaped up jockpussy. Alex moaned loud under the cascading water as he was fucked and plowed hard. The frat boy loves being fucked. Before joining the fraternity the very notion of getting fucked made Alex sick. He was 100% straight and never had a gay fantasy in his life. Now he loved the feel of a thick cock up his tight ass, plowing and dominating him.
“That’s a good jock boy,” the Professor whispered into his ear, causing Alex to moan louder.
The jock began to flex his incredible ass muscles around the Professor’s cock, milking it.
“Fuck me, fuck me harder,” Alex cried out as the water washing over his handsome face.
The Professor rammed in and out of him. Their skin slapping against each other. Alex's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he cried out. He then shot out a large load onto the shower wall. Waves of pleasure filled him as he came over and over. As he came his anal muscles gripped the Professor’s cock like a vice and spasmed around it. The Professor pushed all the way into the jock, his balls pressing against Alex’s, and paused. He was enjoying the jock’s ass muscles milking his cock. Stone then moaned and came deep inside Alex’s hole. He kept his cock deep inside the jock, making sure Alex got all of his seed.
Stone finally pulled out of the ruined jockpussy and gave the wet ass a slap, “I want to see you, Carson, and Trevor in the study.”
“Yes, sir,” Alex responded, trying to regain his breath, as Professor Stone stepped out of the shower stall.
2022-05-16 13:44:35 +0000 UTC
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FROM ALPHA CONSTRUCTION WORKER TO GOGO BOY
If anyone would tell Colton that he would be a happy mindless gogo boy who flexes and performs for men, he would have punched them in the face. He would never let a gay pervert lay hands on his body. He was a tough construction worker, an all man. After he works at the construction site he goes straight to the gym and works his big muscles more. Colton was obsessed with building bigger muscles. Women love his muscles, he would smirk. They loved his boyish, innocent face and beast-like body. He would go to the bars at night and let women feel up his huge biceps as he flexes for them. Colton always gets lucky when he goes out to the bars. One time he took home two women at the same time and fucked both of them.
However, like most muscle studs, Colton wants to be bigger. He dreamed of competing in the Arnold Classic or the Olympia. One day he was approached at the gym by a strange smaller man. Colton had seen the man before at the gym, hanging out with some of the big bodybuilders at the gym. There were rumors he was some kind of sponsor. The man introduced himself as David, and offered Colton free samples of a new supplement that he promised would give Colton huge gains. Colton at first was skeptical about the claims, but Colton thought it was no harm in trying it. Within weeks he began to see amazing results. He got bigger, stronger and more shredded. Colton was getting the body that he dreamed of. However, there was an unexpected drawback. He found himself growing dumber. As he became the biggest guy in the gym, people also called him the dumbest. It became so hard to think. His head even started to hurt when he had to think. The only thing that stopped his head from hurting was working out and listening and obeying other people. He found himself becoming more and more dependent on David. David became his bodybuilding sponsor and even his agent and coach. All worries, concerns, and thinking stopped as Colton gave up complete control to David. The once cocky, arrogant alpha stud, became submissive and docile. However, nothing matters except getting bigger and serving his master. He believes everything David tells him. David told him if he wants to continue to get big, he have to get fucked up the ass. He told Colton that semen held pure protein, natural vitamins and minerals, and excess testosterone, everything he needed to grow. Colton tried to resist but it was so hard too. David told him to relax and trust him. It's going to feel so good. When his new master penetrated him, Colton could only feel pure pleasure as David’s big cock plowed him.
To help support himself, Colton gladly took a job as a gogo boy at a popular gay club.
Colton felt so good and proud as he walked out on the stage to the cheers and catcalls from the packed room. Hands were reaching for him, stroking his well developed calves and up his massive thighs and over his huge bubble butt. Colton stopped in the middle of the runway and began to flex.
“God, he’s beautiful,” Colton heard men commenting.
“Damn, perfect.”
“Look how big those thighs are.”
“That ass is huge, looking so fucking hot.”
Colton was so turned on that his cock began to stir in his tiny g-string pouch. The club’s patrons pushed bills into his boots and strings of his underwear. Men even groped, squeezed, and fondled his cock in their hands through the pouch, watching it grow erect and push the g-string outwards, stretching it to its limit. Other men ran their hands over his bubble ass.
“His ass is so fucking beautiful,” men fondled and groped the massive smooth glutes.
Men even boldly slapped the granite like ass cheeks, watching them bounce and causing Colton to moan loud in pleasure. He continued to stand there, flexing and posing, so blissfully aroused, as men continued to push bills into his g-string. Colton knew his master was going to be happy at the amount of tips he was going to bring home. Everything went to the master to pay for his upkeep. He owes so much to his master. Colton never was so blissfully happy, no worries or concerns. His master does all the thinking for him now.
Colton just continued flexing as the men pulled the tiny string out from between the huge ass cheeks and boldly began to stroke his smooth, hairless hole. Colton closed his eyes and let out a deep moan as he felt a finger slide into his musclepussy. At the same time other men pulled the front of the g-string to let Colton’s cock pop free. The men began to stroke the bodybuilder’s five inch hard, throbbing cock, causing it to begin to leak pre-cum. The men’s laughter and cheers were deafening over the pounding music. Colton had no concerns or worries as the crowd worshipped and used him. His master told him that it was his purpose. To make other men happy. His huge flawless muscles were for their pleasure. Men were reaching up, groping his pecs, pinching his nipples, while fingers and even tongues were pushed into his manpussy. The men were pulling at the flimsy g-string until it broke. They even began to fight over the remains of the slutty underwear. Some men were even coating their hands with his clear pre-cum and then rubbing it over his 8 pack and pecs. Some even used it as a lube to push multiple fingers up his stretched hole.
Colton then felt hands on his basketball size glutes, spreading them. A man behind him leaned in and pressed his face between the powerful glutes. Colton moaned loud as the stranger pushed his tongue into the bodybuilder’s hole. The man slapped and squeezed each cheek as he flicked and probed his tongue in and out of the smooth hole. Men were laughing and cheering. Another man, in front of Colton, opened his mouth and took Colton’s cock into his mouth. More men reached up and twisted his oversized nipples. Colton was loving being used. He knew he was driving the crowd of men wild. Without touching him he shot his load down the man’s throat. The man pulled off Colton’s cock to more cheering from the other men.
Colton was then pushed down on his hands and knees on the stage. His perfect bubble ass was pushed in the air on the stage, while his head was lowered to the crotch level of the men. Colton watched as a man moved in front of him and unzipped his jeans. The bodybuilder began to drool. All he could think of was the protein and testosterone rich semen. Colton opened his mouth and took the stranger’s cock into his mouth. His tight throat worked the cock like a pro. The gag reflex had been long fucked out of the former straight construction worker. Behind him, another man squatted down and aimed his cock at Colton’s sloppy ass.
“Fuck he tight,” the man cheered.
Big, powerful Colton was in heaven as the two men used him in front of a crowd of hundreds. They were fucking his mouth and ass hard. He remembered what his master told him, he was built to take it hard. Harder a man fucks him the more they appreciate his muscles and body. He works his incredible ass muscles around the man’s cock, trying to milk it. Colton quickly succeeded. He was proud of the control he had over his exquisite ass muscles. Colton had been trained well. The man behind him let out a loud moan and came deep inside Colton. Seeing the other man pulling out, cum dripping from his cock, sent the man who was fucking Colton’s mouth over the edge. He pulled out of Colton’s throat and sprayed his cum all over the handsome bodybuilder’s face. The two men pulled out of Colton but they were each replaced by two more men. He didn’t know how many men he had taken up his ass or down his throat that night, but Colton was in pure ecstasy. That night he had made his master a $1,000.
2022-05-14 01:44:10 +0000 UTC
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SHAWN AND HIS ROOMMATE CHAPTER 10
Matt held on to the heavy bag as Wilbur freely ran his hands down the muscular man’s ripped back. Matt let out a groan.
“Ssshh,” Wilbur whispered into Matt's left ear, licking the earlobe.
“I’m, am not gay,” Matt moaned in protest.
Wilbur just smiled as his hands reached Matt’s lower back, his hands stroking the cords of muscles that formed the v-shaped top shelf of Matt’s incredible ass.
“Just relax, baby,” Wilbur whispered as he started to peel the compression shorts down, over the tight bubble ass.
“Please,” Matt whispered in protest.
The strong delivery man and amateur MMA fighter found his smooth, flawless muscles useless. He was using all of his strength to just hold on to the punching bag to keep from siding to the floor. Wilbur pulled the shorts lower, slowly revealing the stud’s jockstrap framed ass. The two sculpted ass cheeks were as flawless as the rest of him. Matt let out a deep moan as Wilbur squeezed each firm ass cheeks. Despite how much he tried to will it down, Matt’s cock was rock hard while trapped in the jockstrap pouch. It was demanding to be freed. Matt closed his eyes, preying that he won’t fucking cum from being manhandled by a skinny nerd. He felt embarrassed and ashamed that he was being fondled and used and his cock was enjoying it.
“I wish we had more time this morning to get to know each other,” Wilbur whispered between kissing down the thick cords of muscles in Matt’s neck.
“I, im, am not a faggot,” Matt responded.
Matt was breathing hard and was finding it hard to think.
“I know baby,” Wilbur smiled as he reached a skinny arm around Matt and gripped his trapped hard cock.
Wilbur smirked as Matt moaned. With one hand squeezing and rubbing Matt’s trapped cock, Wilbur pushed a finger on his other hand between the compact ass cheeks and stroked the tight hole. Matt moaned.
“Just relax, baby. It feels so good,” Wilbur whispered into the tough delivery man’s ear.
Matt’s mind was spinning as he felt the finger pushing into his virgin hole. He tightened his grip on the heavy bag while pushing his bubble ass backwards. Matt even found himself flexing his ass around the finger.
“It feels so good, doesn’t it,” Wilbur whispered into the stud’s ear, flicking his tongue over the earlobe while stroking the tight insides.
“Yes,” Matt closed his eyes.
Smiling, Wilbur pushed in a second finger, causing the tough stud to whimper. He continued to move his fingers in and out of the hole, while trying to spread his fingers as much as possible to stretch and loosen him.
“You always denied what you really are. You crave to be controlled and used. You spend all your time building the perfect body to prove you are a man, but it only increases your desires, doesn’t it?”
Matt had no idea how the skinny nerd knew about it, but it was all true. “Yes,” Matt moaned.
For the first time in his life Matt admitted his desires.
“Good, boy. You feel so good when you serve and obey. You built your body so that other men would want it and use it. It make you so turn on when a man want to use and fuck you,” Wilbur continued to move his fingers in and out of the tight hole.
“Fuck, yes,” Matt moaned,
His cock was throbbing and leaking inside the jockstrap.
Wilbur pulled his fingers from Matt’s hole, leaving the stud feeling empty. “Take off your jockstrap and turn around,” Wilbur slapped Matt’s firm right ass cheek.
“Yes, sir,” Matt sounded so submissive and content.
Matt's muscular body felt weak as he tried to balance himself while peeling down his jockstrap down his long powerful legs. His fat hard cock popped free, oozing pre-cum. He then turned to face the shorter, skinny nerd. Matt’s body was strong and flawless. Wilbur then freely ran his hands up the chisel 6pack abs, tracing the deep valleys of each muscle. When he reached Matt’s smooth pecs, Wilbur cupped his hands over them, feeling their heaviness against the smaller hands. Matt’s nipples were large, with brown auras around them. Wilbur then squeezed the pecs as hard as his small hands could, pushed Matt’s large brown nipples outwards. Wilbur then leaned in and licked the left nipple.
“Oh, mmm,” Matt closed his eyes again and moaned.
Wilbur then went from flicking his tongue over the sensitive nipples to biting them. Matt never had anyone work his nipples before. He didn’t even realize how sensitive they were. As Wilbur sucked and bit on each nipple, Matt’s cock was throbbing more and harder. His cock head turned an angry red. Wilbur moved from one nipple to another, driving the stud wild in lust. Finally Wilbur pulled away from the meaty pecs, and unzipped his pants. Matt’s eyes fell upon the thick cock before him. He then found himself kneeling before the nerd. For the first time in his life he opened his mouth and took his first cock. He had both lusted and feared about this moment as he worshipped another man’s cock. Matt looked up at the nerd for approval as he worked his lips around the thick cock. Wilbur smiled down at the mind fucked stud and ran his right hand through Matt’s black hair. Matt was coating the cock with his drool and saliva, lubing it.
Finally Wilbur pulled Matt off his cock. Matt found himself looking up at the nerd in disappointment and fearing he had failed to please his new master. Wilbur helped the stud to his feet and bent Matt over a nearby bench. Matt’s exquisite ass in the air facing Wilbur’s large cock. Wilbur was pleased.
“You are going to feel only pleasure,” Wilbur whispered as he aimed his thick cock between the sculpted ass cheeks.
Matt moaned loud as he was penetrated for the first time. He had always expected it would be painful to get fucked up the ass, but he felt only pleasure. The cock slid deep into his hole. Wilbur grabbed hold of Matt’s muscular waist and slammed in and out of him. Matt’s eyes rolled up into his eyes as his mouth opened in a silent moan. It didn’t take the muscle stud long to come hard. As he came, his ass muscles spasmed around Wilbur’s cock, gripping it like a vice. Wilbur quickly followed and came hard as well, deep inside Matt’s ass.
Wilbur was pleased as he took another muscle slave to join his growing harem.
2022-05-12 01:31:33 +0000 UTC
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Shawn and his roommate chapter 9
Upon seeing his friend shooting a load down the hot running back’s throat, Charles pulled his cock out of Austin’s throat. He gripped the quarterback’s blond hair in one hand and jacked off his throbbing cock with another. Austin closed his eyes just in time as the old man sprayed his handsome masculine face with cum. The quarterback looked humiliated as cum ran down his face, while Shawn fell on his hands and knees to catch his breath and tried to cough up the cum that he had no choice but to swallow. The four men's bodies were covered in sweat from the heat of the sauna. Both Shawn and Austin thought that after the old men came that their ordeal would be over with, the men would be too spent to continue. However, the old men were just beginning.
“Get up babies,” Harold helped the much bigger and stronger younger running back off his knees.
Austin and Shawn looked at each other in confusion as they were helped on to their feet. Their powerful legs felt wobbly as they stood. The men then placed a hand on their backs and gently made them lean forward. The jocks braced themselves on the sauna bench with their large, strong arms.
“Man, that one beautiful ass,” Charles stood behind the bent over Austin gently stroking the smooth, flawless ass cheeks.
Charles then suddenly raised his hands and brought it down hard on the muscular left cheek. The sound of the impact on the meaty flesh echoed through the sauna.
“Ah, Ugh,” Austin screamed out at the stringing slap.
Both older men laughed. Harold also lifted his hand and brought it down on Shawn’s right cheek. Shawn grunted loud, but wouldn’t give the men the pleasure of hearing him cry. He bit down on his lips and pressed his face against the bench as he was being spanked. The men were each taking turns slapping each hard firm ass cheek. Their hands’ impacts were making a splash sound as they impacted against the jocks sweaty cheeks. The jocks’ hair were soaked and pastaled against their foreheads.
“I think they like it,” Harold paused and laughed.
He reached between Shawn’s thick legs and pulled the jock’s hard throbbing cock backwards. Shawn let out a groan.
“Mr. Quarterback likes it too,” Charles replied as he pulled Austin’s cock back as well.
Both older men laughed. Shawn couldn’t hold out and let out a deep low groan. Tears were running down Austin’s still cum coated face. Both jocks were on the edge of exploding, coming, despite how humiliated they felt. Charles continued to spank Austin’s perfect sculpted ass, while Harold stopped. Shawn was briefly relieved when Harold stopped spanking his ass. However, the relief was short-lived. Harold then spread Shawn’s muscle pack, now reddish, ass cheeks, to reveal the smooth, hairless hole. Harold then used his fingers to scoop up some of the sweat that was running down the jock’s muscle layered back. He used the jock’s sweat to stroke and tease the pink rosebud. Shawn let out a deep moan as he felt a finger pushed into his jockpussy. He felt his hole open and the finger beginning to stroke his insides. Shawn gripped the wooden bench with his fist as Harold squeezed in a second finger into the jock’s boypussy, and tried to spread his fingers as far as possible, stretching the tight hole.
Shawn looked toward Austin and realized that he had it easier than the quarterback had it. Charles slits on the quarterback’s exposed hole, and then aims his hard cock between the granite like cheeks.
“Fffuck, Ugh,fuckkk,” Austin cried out as the older man’s cock pushed into him hard.
“Fuck, he tight,” Charles cried out.
Austin’s head was facing Shawn and Shawn saw the look of pleasure covering his teammate’s chisel face. Austin’s blue eyes rolled back into his head as Charles pounded his prostate over and over.
Shawn then felt the fingers pulling out of his own jockpussy. Harold then grabbed hold of the lean, shredded waist and pushed his 9” cock into Shawn. Shawn opened his moan and grunted loud. Tears welled up in Shawn’s eyes as he found himself flexing his ass around the thick cock plowing in and out of his hole.
Austin was the first to cum. With Charles pounding his prostate over and over, the quarterback couldn’t hold out. He was gripping the bench and then let out a loud cry. It was so loud that men in the locker room outside of the sauna could hear him. His cock jerked and came hard. Austin didn’t even touch himself. As he came his ass muscles clamped down on the older man.
Charles moaned, “Damn, he's milking my cock.”
Charles cried out and came deep inside Austin’s ass. Seeing his friend fucking the cum out of the sexy quarterback, cause Harold to thrusted harder in and out of the Running Back’s ass. Shawn was babbling something incomprehensible as sweat poured over his tight sculpted body. Harold made one last thrust, plowing balls deep into the stud and pausing. Shawn then could feel the man’s warm seed filling deep inside him and he quickly followed. Like Austin, Shawn didn’t touch his throbbing cock as it let loose, cumming hard on the bench under him.
Meanwhile, while his prize stallions were getting fucked in the sauna, Wilbur was cruising the gym for more potential slaves. He went by one of the training rooms and heard the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. The blows were aggressive and angry. Intrigued, Wilbur poked his head through the doorway and was surprised to find Matt, the delivery guy who dropped off the boxes of Austin’s shredded stuff. The sexy dark hair stud was shirtless, showing off his smooth, tight pale body. A thin layer of sweat was over his body from the intense cardio he was getting from punching the heavy bag. The tight black compression shorts were molded over his muscular, large bubble ass and powerful thick thighs.
Matt was taking his frustration out on the heavy bag. All day Matt couldn’t get the incident at the apartment with the two muscle jocks and the weird nerd out of his head. He had long buried such desires but seeing the two huge muscle studs, naked, brought up those feelings once again. I’m no fag, he mumbled to himself as he jabbed and kicked the punching bag. However, deep down he envoys those dumb jocks. How they accepted what they are, how submissive they serve and obey. Matt delivers a series of blows on the heavy bag. He worked out, taking up MMA fighting, other masculine sports, to hide and bury the desires he believed was unmanly, submissiveness.
With his back to the door, he didn’t hear or see Wilbur taking his water jug and slipped his special cocktail of drugs into it. Wilbur smiled at the sexy stud’s sweaty back as he slipped out of the room. Being exhausted from his workout, Matt stopped hitting the bag and wrapped his forehead with his sparring gloves. Wilbur looked around the corner as Matt headed over to his water and gear. He looked so graceful as he walked barefooted. Wilbur watched as Matt picked up his water jug and took a large drink from it. The nerd could see the younger Adonis’s neck muscles flexing as he drank and swallowed the water. Matt put the jug down and returned to pounding and kicking the heavy bag. However, his movement slowed, and his kicks and punches became clumsy while he began to miss the bag. Matt then lost balance and fell forward. He grabbed hold of the bag to keep himself from falling to the ground.
Wilbur came up behind Matt and placed his hands on Matt’s tight muscular ass.
“No. Don’t touch mmeee,” Matt moaned. Supporting himself against the bag, he looked at Wilbur, recognizing him, “you? How. . ?”
“Ssshh, just relax,” Wilbur whispered into his ear, his hands moving down Matt’s tight body. Over his powerful masculine hips and over his muscular ass.
Matt moaned before falling into Wilbur’s arms.
2022-05-11 01:17:47 +0000 UTC
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Shawn and his roommate chapter 8
Shawn and Austin were used to being the center of attention anywhere they go, especially while working out in the gym with their huge muscles. Now however, they felt overexposed. Their huge smooth pecs and wide shoulders were on full display. The stringers were merely pieces of fabric. The shoulder straps were spaghetti thin and their large suckable nipples were left exposed. The spandex muscle shorts were so short that they barely covered the muscular oversized football asses. As Shawn bent over to pick up weights the shorts rode up, exposing the straps of his jockstrap. In front of the tight tiny shorts, their cockcages were making impressive bulges. Austin caught several men checking them out, causing him to turn red in embarrassment and anger. He clenched his fist but one look toward Wilbur who was smiling and holding his thumb near his phone screen, Austin dared not do anything.
Shawn laid down on the bench to do chest presses, while Austin towers over him to spot him as he presses 300lbs. “Look at him. Looking so smug, flirting with every jock here,” Austin whispered while motioning his head toward Wilbur as Shawn gripped the barbel.
Skinny, nerdy Wilbur looked out of place in the gym. His baggy clothes hung off his body while he openly flirts with a bodybuilder three times his size. All attention at the gym turned to the two slutty dressed muscle jocks as Shawn grunted loud as he began to pump out one rep after another. Wilbur smiled at his cocky, sexy slave as his huge muscles bulged and flex. Austin’s deep masculine voice was edging Shawn on for another rep and another. Wilbur reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out his cellphone, he then opened the app and selected Shawn’s icon. Selecting a low sitting, he activated Shawn’s prostate massager. Shawn had just pushed the barbell off his huge pecs and was holding the weighed down bar in the air when a shot of pleasure went through his body. His powerful arms began to shake as sweat poured over his body. As his cock pressed uncomfortably hard against the cockcage, his strength was being zapped out of him. He was unable to concentrate on the weights. Thankfully Austin was spotting him and quickly grabbed the weights out of his struggling hands. After the bar was re-racked, Shawn shot up on the bench and moaned, “fuck!” He turned to Wilbur who smirked back at the two muscle jocks.
Later while Shawn and Austin were each curling 50lbs dumbbells, they saw Wilbur, through the mirrors, talking to two older men. The men were looking from Wilbur and to the two muscle bound jocks. Finally each man shook Wilbur’s hand and then Wilbur handed each man a small key. Wilbur then walked over to the two jocks and boldly slapped Austin on his plump muscular ass.
“You two done with your working out? You looked awesome working out,” he ran each hand down the two studs' large backsides, pushing their tiny spandex shorts between their thick buttocks. Their buttocks in the tight shorts were firm and round. They felt like they were sculpted from granite to his touch. Shawn closed his eyes as he felt the nerd stroking his hole through the thin shorts.
Wilbur leaned close between his two slaves and whispered, “those two men want you to serve them in the sauna. They paid a lot for you both.”
“You pimped us out,” Austin hissed.
“Now, now, watch your tone,” Wilbur held his phone.
“They have the keys to your cages and will unlock you two so you can share in the fun,” Wilbur then squeezed their packed crotches, causing both studs to whimper. “They are very important men, if you make them happy then there might not be a need for your dickies to be knocked back up again.”
Austin and Shawn looked at each other and they knew they had no choice. They followed him into the locker room. The straight jocks rarely changed in the locker room at the public gym. It was a notorious cruise spot for old men looking for fine younger bucks such as Austin and Shawn. There were several older men whose sole purpose for coming to the gym was to hang out in the locker room, sauna and steam rooms. When Austin and Shawn entered the locker room and started to pull off their sweaty clothes, they drew a small crowd of admirers. The old men kept their distance from the muscle gods but kept clear view of their chisel bodies. The men could believe how beautiful and built the two jocks were as they took off their clothes. Austin and Shawn kept their wide, shredded back to the men, shamefully hiding their caged cocks. However, they could feel the men's eyes on their beautiful sculpted, tight asses.
Facing the lockers, Shawn peeled down his shorts and jockstrap, pulling them over his sneakers. He then placed a foot on the bench in front of the locker and bent over to untie his shoes. In doing so he inadvertently revealed his tight, hairless hole to the older men.
A faint whisper, “damn” was uttered by one of their admirers. Once naked Austin and Shawn wrapped their towels around their lean waists and headed to the sauna. The sauna was empty except for the two men that were talking to Wilbur earlier. The two men were wearing only towels as they sat on the top row of benches. When the two muscle jocks entered the sauna, both older men looked at them and smiled. Their smiles were predatory as they took in the jock boy’s smooth, ripped bodies. Shawn and Austin felt vulnerable and nervous even though they each had 50lbs more of muscles then each old man. Around each man’s wrinkly neck was a chain with a small key dangling from it.
“So you are Wilbur’s friends,” the older man sitting to the left asked.
“Yes, sir,” Shawn answered respectfully.
He hated having to be nice to those fags but if he want his cock free then he had to obey.
“I’m Harold and this is Charles,” the two men introduced themselves.
“I’m . . .” Shawn started to reply.
“We know who you are. Harold and I are alumni of State and follow the football program,” Charles interrupted Shawn.
“We met your coach last night at a “special fundraiser”,” Harold turned to Charles and they laughed together over a joke that was lost upon the younger men.
“You both made very good names for yourselves in college football. You are even celebrities here,” Charles added.
“Why don’t you two turn around and drop the towels,” Harold smirked at the two nervous bodybuilding jocks.
Austin stepped back against the wall. Shawn looked at him and then slowly turned around. He then undid his towel, opening it, and slowly lowering the towel under his muscular smooth ass.
“Man, that’s a beauty. Now yours too Austin,” Charles reached under his own towel and started stroking himself while watching the two Adonis’s before him.
Shawn looked at Austin, pleading with his eyes for him to cooperate. Austin finally lowered his head and opened his towel. Letting the towel fall to the sauna floor, Austin stepped forward beside Shawn and turned around.
“Beautiful,” Harold proclaimed. “Look better in person naked than I expected. You jock boys don’t realize the gold mine you are sitting on.”
“Oh, they know, don’t you boys,” Charles laughed. “Strutting around in your tight uniforms. Working out on squats, getting those behinds big and tight.”
The jocks were red from head to toe out of embarrassment as they stood in middle of the sauna in nothing but their cockcages.
“Come here boys,” Harold patted his leg.
Shawn and Austin looked at each other. Shawn turned around and walked over to stand before Harold. Austin followed and stood in front of Charles. He closed his eyes as Charles reached out and stroked Austin’s large pecs.
“Those are some beautiful tits, boy,” Charles whispered as his fingers brushed against the quarterback’s nipples.
Harold smiled while running a hand down Shawn’s chisel 8 pack. “Put your hands behind your back,” he then ordered.
Shawn found it easier to obey more and more. He placed his hand behind his back. Noticing his friend’s actions, Austin followed. Harold and Charles smiled at each other. Harold then pulled the chain and key over his head. Austin and Shawn’s eyes light up. Harold reached out and began to fondle Shawn's cockcage and lock. After what seemed like an eternity, Shawn’s cock was finally freed.
“Please,” Austin begged Charles to release him.
Charles loved hearing the big macho jock pleading and crying to be released as he took his time. When Austin’s cock was freed, he let out a deep, low moan. Both older men then wrapped their right fists around both jock’s cocks and stroked them. Shawn and Austin, both, found themselves moaning in pleasure while their cocks grew rock hard in the men’s hands. With their free hands, Charles and Harold opened their towels and pulled out their own hard cocks. Shawn offered no resistance as Harold pulled him closer by a firm grip on the jock’s cock. Without having to be told what to do, Shawn knelt in between the man’s legs and took the cock into his mouth. Austin watched his teammate and the closest guy he can call a friend, kneeling and obediently taking another cock into his mouth. He turned to face the smiling Charles and then knelt before the older man.
“Damn, those jock boys have sweet mouths,” Harold moaned as Shawn’s mouth worked on his thick cock.
“They do,” Charles moaned, as he held a fist full of Austin’s blonde hair while guiding the quarterback on and off of his cock.
Both jocks kept their eyes closed. They were humiliated, not by just being made to suck off other men’s cocks, but by the fact that their own, freshly freed cocks were throbbing and leaking pre cum onto the sauna floor. Their handsome faces were fucked and used. Harold grabbed hold of Shawn’s head and pushed his cock all the way into the tight throat. Unable to breathe, Shawn grabbed hold of the old man’s legs. Harold moaned and shot his load down the jock’s throat.
2022-05-10 01:01:39 +0000 UTC
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Shawn and his roommate chapter Seven
Being Saturday, neither Shawn or Austin had classes and football season was over with. Austin would normally spend it with Beth but thanks to Wilbur that was no longer possible. After Coach Janicki finished sucking off the three nerds and obediently swallowing their cum, he was allowed to redress in his tight polo shirt and khakis shorts from the night before and left with Kramer and Les. The two nerds were laughing on their way out the door while they instructed the muscle bound Coach that he was going to take them to the mall to buy each of them a new gaming console. He merely grunted in agreement as they slapped his big muscular ass.
Around noon, a delivery man dropped off some boxes from Beth.
“I have some boxes for Austin,” the muscular dark-haired delivery man spoke when Wilbur opened the door. Wilbur smiled as his eyes traveled down his tight muscular body, especially to the delivery guy’s thick legs in the uniform shorts.
“Austin get in here,” Wilbur turned his head and yelled for the quarterback.
The muscular delivery man’s eyes widened as Austin walked out of the other room naked with his cockcage around his deflated cock, “I have a package, I mean delivery, for you.”
Wilbur smirked. He didn’t know who was more embarrassed, Austin or the delivery guy. Both turned red. Austin quickly put his large hands over his exposed cock, “fuck.”
Wilbur then noticed the bulge in the delivery guy’s shorts. He was about their age, and Wilbur found him very fuckable.
“Austin, get over here and take your package from this nice man,” Wilbur smiled at the new stud.
The delivery stud watched the big strong muscle stud meekly walk toward him and bent down to pick up the boxes. At this time Shawn came out of the other room and froze in place when he saw someone was at the door. The delivery man couldn’t believe that there were two hot, muscle bound studs naked except for metal cock cages around their cocks. They were both the biggest guys he had ever seen, shredded muscles on top of muscles.
“What your name,” his attention was turned back to Wilbur.
“Matt,” he answered while staring at Shawn and Austin.
Wilbur loved how Matt’s Adam apple bounced as he nervously swallowed. The nerd then brazenly reached out and gripped Matt’s cock through his shorts.
“I better go, ooh, mmm,” Matt closed his eyes and moaned.
His cock was so hard as the skinny nerd stroked it through his shorts and boxers. Matt opened his eyes again and looked at the two muscle bound studs before him. He never saw two guys that built and so submissive acting to a guy half of their size. Wilbur moved his hand around Matt’s shoulders, guiding him inside.
“Shawn, Austin, make our guest comfortable. Get down on your knees,” Wilbur instructed as he led Matt over to a chair.
Shawn and Austin hesitated briefly. Matt saw the look of humiliation and fear in their eyes. Oddly though Matt found himself more turned on. When Matt took the seat, both Shawn and Austin knelt before him and their large hands undid his shorts. Matt was breathing heavily as the two muscle studs pulled his throbbing cock from his underwear and they both started to take turns licking and sucking on it. As their sexy mouths took turns wrapping around his cock, Wilbur stood behind Matt and rubbed his shoulders. He worked his hands into Matt’s shirt, pulling it open and revealing the delivery guy’s smooth pecs and well defined abs. Matt was in heaven. He put his hands behind Shawn’s and Austin’s heads guiding each jock on and off his cock, while the skinny nerd was running his hands down the chisel torso while gently nibbling on his thick neck.
Matt had spent his entire life hiding the fact that he was gay. He spent all of his free time working out and being masculine and macho to conceal the truth about himself. Now all of his forbidden fantasies are coming true. Matt smirked at the two large muscles studs as he fucked their willing mouths. He stood up but continued to pull Shawn and Austin on and off his cock. As he stood, his shorts and underwear fell to his feet. Wilbur smiled at the smooth, muscle packed ass before him. The marble like glutes were flexing as Matt thrusted in and out of the jock slaves mouths. The ass was breathtaking, a sculpted work of art. Wilbur gripped each chisel glute in his hands, causing Matt to moan. Matt pulled his cock from Shawn’s mouth and began to slap Shawn’s and Austin’s faces with it, before pushing into Austin’s waiting mouth. Wilbur then worked a finger between the granite like cheeks and into Matt’s virgin hole. Matt was so turned on that the sensation of having a finger probing and stroking his inside was too much. He pulled his cock from Austin’s mouth and began to jerk off feverishly.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Matt cried out as he sprayed both Austin and Shawn’s face.
After Matt came down from his orgasm high, the reality of what he did came back to him. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” Matt nervously pulled up his shorts.
“Come back, soon,” Wilbur called out, while trying to hold back laughter as Matt stormed from the apartment.
Wilbur turned back to the two jocks kneeling before him. Their handsome masculine faces were covered in cum, and Wilbur laughed harder. Later when Austin opened the boxes that were delivered, he found his clothes and belongings shredded and ruined by an upset Beth. He had no clothes to wear.
Later in the day Wilbur decided that they were going to workout. He instructed Shawn and Austin to shower and get ready. They knew there was no use fighting anymore. Shawn and Austin obediently got into the shower and began to wash and shave each other. Neither said a word as they soaped up their smooth muscular bodies. Both were humiliated as their cocks were pressing against the confining cages. Shawn was the first to pull away from Austin’s body. He couldn’t understand his growing feelings toward Austin. Wilbur was making him more a willing faggot each day. When his eyes met Austin’s, the quarterback was looking back at him. The tough, often obnoxious, jock leaned forward and kissed Shawn. Shawn didn’t pull away. As the water cascaded over each other’s body, the two jocks began to make out. The two jocks were unaware that live steam cameras were installed in the shower. Wilbur was sitting at his computer in his bedroom watching his jock slaves, kissing and making outing the freshcollegemeat and jocksluts websites. The nerd gripped his long thick cock and jerking off at the hot scene playing out in the other room. He knew they were making him a fortune.
When they finally emerged from the bathroom, they found that Wilbur had set out their workout clothes on the bed for them. It was two pairs of jockstraps, oversized stringers, and two pairs of black spandex booty shorts.
“We can’t wear those. We would look like sluts,” Shawn held up the booty shorts.
Wilbur merely smiles and then presses his cellphone. Shawn dropped the shorts as a spasm of pleasure shot from his prostate up his spine to his brain. His knees felt like jelly as they buckled causing him to grip the bed. However, as his cock hardened it his pleasure was replaced with discomfort.
“Ooo, please stop,” Shawn cried out.
Wilbur let go of the button on the phone screen, “now, get dressed.”
2022-05-07 01:38:23 +0000 UTC
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The members of the football team thought that their coach had been acting strange lately since his divorce, then on top of everything he had brought a barber chair into the locker room and sat it up in front of the mirrors by the sinks. Some of the players were worrying and complaining that the coach was going to make them get hair cuts. Then they noticed the straps on the armrests and on the foot pad, and the strange IV tubes. It freaked a lot of the players out.
The only other person the team trusted more than the coach was Drew, the star quarterback and captain of the football team. To gain the trust of the team, the coach had to convince Drew to use the strange chair. The coach told the handsome, macho stud that they were going to take pictures of him in his uniform to use for the potential football recruiters. After classes, Drew went to the locker rooms and changed into his pure white home game football uniforms. Being alone with the jock boy in the locker room, after school, the coach found himself staring at his star player’s sexy body. His tight muscular ass and powerful legs were on display in the tight white football pants. Through the white spandex pants the boy's jockstrap was visible as it hugged the perfect jock bubble ass. Drew looked so cocky as he stood before the coach. His body was strong, muscular, and masculine, while Drew’s face was boyish, innocent, slightly feminine with thick pouty red lips and long eyelashes. The coach never realized before how sexy Drew’s lips were. He found himself longing for them to be wrapped around his cock.
After taking a few pictures, Coach lured Drew over to the chair. The quarterback looked curious at the odd looking chair.
“What with the chair, Coach,” Drew asked the question everyone on the team was wondering.
“Why don’t you have a seat, try it out,” the coach noticed the boy was checking it out.
“What does it do,” Drew asked.
“It is a pleasure chair. It gives unbelievable pleasure to anyone attached to it,” the coach put his arm around the jock’s shoulder pads.
“Is it safe,” the quarterback’s curiosity was piqued by the promise of pleasure.
“Trust me,” coach told Drew as the sexy quarterback sat down in the chair.
Drew trusted the coach completely. No way he would hurt his star player, Drew smirk.
“You are going to enjoy it,” Coach said as he strapped Drew’s arms on to the armrests.
“What are the restraints for, coach?” Drew asks as he watches the coach knelt down and bound his feet.
“For your own protection, some guys can get pretty excited,” the coach said, making sure the restraints were tight.
“Uh, ok, Coach,” Drew wasn’t very sure about what he had agreed to. “Ouch,” Drew protested as the coach plunged the IV needle into his veiny forearm. “What’s that?”
“Relax, the serum is going to simulate the pleasure centers of your brain,” the coach assured him as he opened the IV.
As the cocktail of drugs pumped into his system, Drew suddenly felt so relaxed and good, as all worries and concerns faded from his mind. The coach then took Drew’s football helmet and placed it over the quarterback’s head. Lastly, the coach turned on the lamp, which looked like the type TikTokers use to make videos. The lamp however began to flash multiple color light into Drew’s brown eyes.
Drew just sat there staring dumbfounded at the flashing lights as a low humming sound radiated from his helmet and penetrated the jock’s mind. The boy let out a deep moan as his cock, trapped in his jockstrap, began visibly hard in the pure white football pants. Images of men fucking hot jock boys in their tight football gear filled Drew’s vision.
“Oh, fucck,” Drew moaned.
Drew cock was so hard. He wanted to pull his cock out of his tight pants and Jack off to cum, so badly. Drew thrusted his muscular hips off the chair, while the Coach stood back, watching his star jock boy, fucking the air, begging for release. The sight was making the Coach so hard as well. He wanted to kneel down and wrap his own lips around the boy cock and suck his precious seed from him. Drew was spreading his thighs against the bounds as far as possible and lifting his beautiful tight ass off the chair. The coach knelt before Drew and ran his hands up the thick thighs, feeling the tight silky material of the uniform pants against the hard muscles of the quarterback’s legs. Drew moaned louder at the older man’s touch. The coach continued to run his hands up and over the hot muscular legs, exploring the boy’s tight body. The white uniform became soak and transparent as the jock boy sweated. The coach placed his large hands over the boy’s cock, and stroked it through the thin pants and tight jock pouch. The tube outline of the jock boy’s cock was so huge against the Coach’s hand. Because of the friction of the Coach’s hand and the material of the football pants and jockstrap against his sensitive cock, Drew began to leak large amounts of pre-cum. As Drew thrusted his hips against the Coach’s hand, The coach could make out the boy’s sweet hole through the pants. While stroking the throbbing cock with one hand, the coach then moved his other hand down and began to stroke the boy’s hole through the thin uniform pants. This caused Drew to breath and moan heavier. All along in his mind he could feel the men fucking his boypussy. He felt unbelievable pleasure as drool started to run down his chin.
Finally the light stopped flashing. Coach went up to the quarterback and removed the helmet from the jock’s head. Drew started to blink again as he looked up at his coach. As his vision focused on his coach, Drew licked his pouty lips. Coach then undid Drew’s restraints from around his ankles and wrist. Once freed Drew lifted his long sexy legs into the air and reached between them to stroke his boy pussy through his pants.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so horny, Coach,” the straight jock moaned as he looked at the older man in lust.
Coach couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned in and kissed Drew on those sexy lips. Drew’s mouth opened and he took the older man’s tongue into his mouth. Both men moaned into each other's mouths as they made out. Drew wrapped his long legs and arms around the coach, positioning his crotch and hole against the older man’s cock. As they made out, the boy used his tight body to rub against the Coach’s rock hard cock. The straight, cocky jock was acting like a cum hungry slut. Then Drew reached out and hurriedly undid the Coach’s belt and pants, pulling them down.
As the coach stepped back to pull his pants down, Drew slid off the chair and onto his knees. He reached out and then pulled the Coach’s briefs down to fish out the older man’s huge, hard cock. Looking up at his coach with his large brown eyes, Drew leaned forward and took the cock between his lips. Coach then moaned as he felt his star athlete’s mouth wrap around his cock and began to work it with his tongue. The boy's mouth felt so good around his cock that the Coach grabbed Drew’s hair and guided the jock’s head on and off his cock. The jock was moaning in pleasure around the thick cock as it plowed in and out of his throat. Drew coated the cock with drool and saliva. The coach couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped Drew’s hair and pulled the boy off his cock. Drew begging for more. Coach then pulled him off his knees and threw the boy over the counter. Drew looked through the mirror as the coach roughly pulled down his football pants over his bubble ass. The smooth, boy ass was beautifully framed by the jock strap.
The coach knelt down and spread the perfect muscle, toned ass cheeks. Drew’s pink boy pussy was flawless and tight. With the tight hole winking hungrily at him, the coach pressed his face between the jock’s fat ass cheek and flicked his tongue in and out of the tight hole. Drew was groaning and moaning as his boy pussy was licked, rimmed, and opened up.
Coach was so turned on that he stood up behind the muscle jock boy and roughly pushed his huge cock into the virgin boypussy. Drew cried out in pure pleasure as he was penetrated for the first time. His eyes rolled back into his head as he gripped the countertop. He pushed his beautiful jock ass back, taking more and more of the cock into himself. Drew was so tight as the coach pushed deeper into him and started to move in and out of the jock hole. The coach moaned loud as he slammed in and out of the prime ass. Drew’s ass was pure heaven around his cock as it flexed and milk around the Coach’s cock. Coach rammed all the way into the jock’s ass, and let out a loud grunt. He flooded the boy’s pussy in waves. Coach hasn't came that hard in years. Feeling the Coach’s warm seed flooding deep inside him, sent the muscle boy over the edge. He quickly followed. Without touching himself he sprayed his cum on to the mirror.
Coach was spooned up behind Drew’s tight, naked body. The youthful, hard body felt so good to the older man as he held it tight against him while stroking the sleeping quarterback’s hair and face. His cock was still deep inside the jock’s hole, when he heard the door to the locker rooms open and footsteps approaching his office. Coach turned his head toward the door as the new substitute history teacher entered the office.
The teacher smiled a wide grin, “you did very well, coach. Drew would be an excellent jock whore to pimp out. Just like I did to you. Soon you other jock boys will join”
2022-05-06 01:06:17 +0000 UTC
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Just enjoying life and having fun. Happy cinco de Mayo!
2022-05-05 16:42:34 +0000 UTC
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May the 4th be with you
2022-05-04 16:07:04 +0000 UTC
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SHAWN AND HIS ROOMMATE CHAPTER 6
Shawn woke the next morning in his bed with Austin’s huge right arm draped over his torso and the quarterback’s blonde head on his broad right shoulder. The muscular running back’s head was pounding and his entire body ached. He didn’t remember how many times he was fucked last night but it felt a like a hundred times. Shawn could feel the dry cum crusting on his smooth 8 pack and in his ruined hole. He put his hand on Austin’s thick, smooth forearm as he tried to pull out from under the jock’s arm. Shawn however oddly felt his friend’s embrace comforting. He found himself gently stroking the strong powerful arm, tracing the thick veins and large muscles up the beefy forearm. Austin looked so peaceful sleeping with his head resting on Shawn’s shoulder. When the tall quarterback then grunted and slowly woke, Shawn pulled his hand away.
“Fuck what have they done to us last night,” Austin rolled over onto his back and rubbed his eyes with his large fist as his vision adjusted to his friend and teammate.
“They Fucked us,” Shawn pulled his sculpted aching body out of the bed.
It was then Shawn reached down and rubbed his cock. “What the fuck,” he yelled.
Shawn’s impressed cock was locked up in a steel cock cage. He looked at Austin, who was looking back at him in horror. Austin then threw the sheets over him aside and discovered a similar device on his cock.
“He can’t do this to us,” Tears started to run from big, alpha Austin’s eyes.
Sounding defeated, Shawn answered back, “he can do whatever he wants to us.”
They both then heard buzzing. Austin turned to the night stand and found his cellphone. The screen was lit up with angry text messages from Beth, his girlfriend.
“YOU FUCK FAGGOT!
“YOU SICK PERVERT”
“STAY AWAY FROM ME OR EVERYONE IS GOING TO SEE THOSE PICS”
Austin was confused and began to panically scroll back to find attachments that were sent to Beth from his phone.
“Oh fuck,” he turned pale white as he turned to Shawn.
“What,” Shawn grabbed the phone.
On the phone’s screen were pictures and videos of the two football players making out. It was undeniably them as the pictures showed them looking into the camera. There were also pictures of them sixty-nining each other, of them eating and rimming each other ass, and even a video of Shawn fucking Austin up the ass. There were even more, of them both on their knees before Coach Janicki, both were sucking Coach’s cock.
“Man, if those get out, we are ruined! I have a good shot at the NFL draft this year, first round, man,” Austin was crying.
The two football players didn’t bother putting on clothes as they ran out of the bedroom to confront Wilbur. They found the three nerds at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Under the table was big coach Janicki, butt naked on his hands and knees sucking on Wilbur’s huge cock. The two jocks froze in shock at seeing their coach with his muscular body squeezed under the table. Les was sitting across from Wilbur at the table, with a foot half way up the coach's ass. His foot was moving in and out of the muscular coach, fucking Janicki with it.
Wilbur smirked, “what up babes.”
Austin shook the image of his coach from his head, “this is what up.” Austin threw his phone on the table in front of Wilbur.
“Oh, that,” Wilbur laughed. “Don’t worry, Kramer had already hacked her phone and deleted the attachments. She won’t have any evidence to back up her wild accusations. I just need you two to break up. Anyway, Beth, Betty, whatever, won’t talk. She doesn’t want her conservative politician daddy to find out that his daughter is a slut who slept with half the football team including your friend Shawn there.”
Austin turned briefly in anger toward Shawn and back at the nerd.
“We also sent her attachments of her twin brother Chad. You know that wrestler is a damn good gogo boy. Beth wouldn’t want everyone to find out that her macho brother likes being a whore for rich old cocks. If she talks, the video of him giving lap dances to men goes public.”
Les and Kramer giggle.
“You are fucking sick,” Austin screamed. “Get this damn thing off my dick and then I’m out of here,” he grabbed Wilbur by the collar, lifting the skinny nerd off the chair.
“Ugh, aww,” Austin then moaned and dropped Wilbur.
Shawn watched in fear as Austin doubled over with his huge muscles twitching and spasming. Austin’s cock began to get hard, pressing against the steel cage. It was like he was experiencing both pleasure and pain at the same time.
“Fffuck, stop, whatever you doing, stop,” Austin was on his knees begging.
Wilbur turned to Kramer and smiled. The Indian boy was holding his cellphone and was pressing on the screen. Suddenly Austin’s moans stopped. He remained on the floor trying to catch his breath.
Wilbur laughed, “last night, after you two passed out in each other’s arms, we inserted a microchip prostate massager up your asses. With just pressing the app on our phones we can give you the best orgasm of your life. However, with the cockcages over your weiners it can be quite discomforting when you get hard.”
All along, Coach Janicki remained under the table continuing to nurse on Wilbur’s cock. His own useless cock was locked up just like his two star athletes’. However, despite the hard headed younger jocks, Eric knew there was no choice in fighting, His resistance, his desire to fight, was fucked out of him. Wilbur had a lot of connections at the university. Dr. Harris wasn’t the only Professor and Dean that was a client of the skinny nerd. Janicki’s bosses, the athletic director and even the school president, were both gay men that loved using jocks like Eric, Shawn, and Austin.
When the scandal broke with his wife taking their kids and leaving him, Eric was called to President Jenkins' office with the Athletic Director to explain his actions. He was shocked to find Wilbur sitting comfortably in a leather high back chair in the President’s office. Athletic Director Vance explained to Janicki that he was being accused by his wife of inappropriate relations with a male student. Janicki’s career was on the line. The Coach tried to explain that Wilbur had drugged and seduced him, while Wilbur just sits there smiling. Despite how hard he tried not to, and how much he despised the nerd, Coach Janicki found himself getting a hardon every time he looked at Wilbur. The Coach was angry and upset at both the nerd and at himself.
“Now, now, relax. You are a great asset for the school and we are willing to cover up this matter,” the older University President patted Janicki’s large muscular shoulders. “We just need you to cooperate,” Jenkins started to rub Coach’s shoulders.
Coach Janicki always despised the feminine University President, and his hand appointed athletic director. There were running rumors that they were lovers. In the past, Eric considered them less than men.
Janicki looked in confusion at the athletic director Vance and then at the smiling Wilbur, as the President slid his hands down into his suit jacket. The older man began to squeeze Eric’s huge pecs through the white soft shirt. The soft cotton rubbed against his nipples, making them and his cock harder.
“Please, no,” Coach whispered. His eyes stared at Wilbur, even as the school president leaned down and started to kiss the thick cords of muscles of Janicki’s neck.
“You did a very good job, Wilbur,” the Dean of Athletics stood up and opened his pants.
“Just doing my part in making our school a success,” Wilbur smiled as he watched Vance move between the Coach’s spread legs and pushed his cock into Janicki’s mouth.
A month later, Coach Janicki was working late, making plays for an upcoming game, when he decided to head home. As he walked down the athletic building hall which housed the coaches offices, he heard sounds of leather hitting firm, bare skin. His cock became painfully hard in its new cage at the sounds of deep masculine moans drifting down the hallway. With his cock painfully pressing against the cockcage, the Coach followed the sounds of moans and spanking to the offices of the new wrestling coach. Eric peeked around the open door of the wrestling Coach’s office and found both Coach Wilson, the youngest head wrestling coach in the country and former national champion wrestler, and Chad Donovan, the state current champion wrestler and son of a powerful conservative senator, both naked on the Coach’s desk. Their tight smooth ass and the shredded muscles of their powerful hamstrings were facing the door. Wilbur was holding Wilson’s leather belt and taking turns landing bows on each wrestlers’ tight behinds. Coach Janicki swallowed hard as he found himself unable to move. He watched as each perfect ass turned red. Between their powerful legs hang the wrestler’s hard throbbing cock. The wrestling coach and his star champion wrestler were both leaking precum onto the desk as they were being spanked. Their bodies were tight and compacted, their chisel muscles coated in a thin layer of sweat. Coach Janicki was so turned on watching both wrestling adonis, that his own discomfort from the cockcage didn’t stop him from cumming inside his own khakis. When he realized he had came without touching himself, he was embarrassed and ashamed.
2022-05-04 01:15:20 +0000 UTC
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Oscar couldn’t believe he drove all the way out of the middle of nowhere in his new BMW for a tinder hook up, and the bitch was a fucking dog. She however was all over his hard, muscular body and he was so horny and worked up from the drive up the narrow hollow that he let the woman suck his 9” cock. As they say, a mouth is a mouth. He peeled off his shirt displaying his tattooed pecs, as she pulled down his white shorts.
“Those are so sexy,” she moaned as she rubbed his crotch through the soft white nylon bikini briefs he was wearing.
She pulled them down over, freeing his cock. His hard cock slapped her on the face. The woman then took his fat cock into her mouth. As she worked his cock, she ran her hands up his tight stomach and dug her fingernails into his nipples. He kept his sunglasses and ball cap on as she serviced him. Behind the sunglasses he had his eyes closed, picturing that it was some beautiful chick’s mouth on his cock. Between gagging on his cock, she was telling Oscar how he was the most beautiful man and had the most beautiful cock she had ever had. Oscar smirked and thought to himself that it was probably true. He then shot his load into her willing mouth. She fell back onto the floor as Oscar pulled up his underwear and shorts and left, without saying a word to her.
As he was driving back on the long country road one of his tires blew. He strives and comes to a stop. Oscar got out of the car and slammed his car door. He couldn’t believe his luck, as he looked at the rear tire on the driver side and found it completely flat. Oscar had no idea how to change a tire. He was born a rich kid and never had an interest in learning even the basics of car repair. If something goes wrong with one of his cars he pays someone to fix it. He got his cellphone from the car and called roadside service. Oscar’s rich father paid a lot for the service. The woman on the other side of the phone was polite and helpful. She told him a tow trunk was dispatched to change his tire. He thanked her and hung up. For the first time, He felt stupid for not knowing how to change a damn tire. Within a few minutes an old rusted tow truck came down the road toward him. Oscar was surprised that it came so soon.
A large bear of a man, with a thick wild beard, got out of the old beat up tow truck and made his way over to Oscar's expensive new car. His eyes roamed over the muscular younger man, and he smirked. For the first time in his adult life he felt like less than a man.
“Need help,” the man’s voice was gruff.
“Yeah, my tire blew,” Oscar responded.
“Yeah, I can see that,” the man answered and once again looked the muscle stud over from his sandals clad feet to his sunglasses covered head.
“You think you can pop your trunk hood so I can get your spare,” the driver sounded condescending.
“Oh, yea,” Oscar sounded even dumber and embarrassed as he went to open the back trunk.
As Oscar bent over to hit the button to pop the hood, he heard the man whistle. Oscar turned around and caught the man checking out his ass. The man smiled and then turned to get the spare tire from the trunk.
As he picked up the spare tire and rolled it over to the driver side, he mumbled lowly, “Guess the muscles are for show.”
“Excuse me,” Oscar spoke up.
“Nothing,” the tow driver looked up at him and smiled
As the stranger proceeded to jack the car up and change the spare, Oscar grew frustrated at the events of the day. When he turned his back toward the tow truck driver, he could feel the man’s eyes on his ass. He started to feel vulnerable and odd, being out of the middle of nowhere. As he went to the driver door to get his shirt, he suddenly remembered that he left his shirt at the woman’s house.
Oscar was glad when the driver changed the tire and threw the flat tire into the back of the car’s trunk. He was about to thank him, when the larger man turned around and blew a fine powder into Oscar’s face. Oscar was caught off guard and instantly breathed in the fine powder. He began to hack and cough while the man laughed at him. When he finally stopped coughing, Oscar then stood motionlessly. Behind his sunglasses his eyes were blank.
“That’s a good little boy,” the older man laughed as he reached out and felt Oscar's massive arms. “Damn, you are a pretty thing. Now squat down like a good girl,” the man ordered.
Oscar found himself kneeling in front of the older, fat man. The tow truck driver smirked down at the muscle stud. Oscar felt so dumb and inferior to the older man as he looked up at him. He found himself pulling his left short leg aside to let the man push his dirty left boot into his shorts. Oscar let out a groan as the steel toe boot rubbed his bulging crotch through the nylon briefs.
“That’s a good, dumb boy,” the older man smirked as he turned Oscar’s cap around backwards. “Open your pretty mouth and suck a real man’s cock.”
Oscar couldn’t think or resist as he obediently parted his full lips and wrapped them around the stranger’s cock. The man gripped his head and began to fuck Oscar”s mouth. Oscar was gagging on the cock’s thickness as tears welled in his eyes under the sunglasses. He was being face fucked so hard that he had to grab hold of the larger man’s dirty overalls to keep his bounce. He groaned over the thick cock while the booted foot pressed against this trapped cock. Oscar was so hard.
“That’s a good bitch, get it all lubed up, nice and good. You don’t want your boypussy fucked dry do you,” the man laughed.
Oscar let out a muffled reply that the man couldn’t make out. Once Oscar had coated the cock with his drool and saliva, the older man pulled him off his cock. Oscar fell to his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. He had very little rest before he was pulled to his feet and pushed against the car. The man then grabbed Oscar’s shorts and pulled them down his thick muscular legs.
“Those are some nice panties you have there,” the redneck man laughed as he slapped Oscar’s underwear-covered ass.
Oscar was humiliated but also so fucking turned on. The older man reached between his muscular legs and gripped his trapped large balls and hard cock in the tight underwear. Oscar let out a loud deep moan as the man squeezed and roll hips balls and cock in his hands.
“You like that boy,” the man leaned in and licked Oscar’s left ear lube.
He couldn’t think as he replied, “yes, sir.”
The satin-like material felt so good against his throbbing cock. The older man grabbed the briefs from behind and pulled, ripping them and exposing his flawless muscular ass. The driver slapped the bubble ass hard.
“That a beauty of an ass,” he slapped each hard smooth ass cheek.
Oscar groaned loudly. His head was spinning, unable to think or protest. The bear of a man then gripped his muscular waist, aiming his cock between the plump ass cheeks.
“Relax that boypussy,” the man grunted And pushed his thick cock into Oscar’s virgin pink hole.
“Ugh, Fffuck,” Oscar cried out.
The pain was unbearable as his virgin hole was stretched open. However, as his anal muscle grew use to the thickness and the larger man started to move in and of his hole, the pain faded and was replaced with intense pleasure. His eyes rolled up into his head as his prostate got pounded over and over. Oscar couldn’t last long. He finally cried out and shot his load into the ruined remains of his white briefs and onto his car. As his muscles spasmed over the thick cock it began to milk the cock deep inside his ass like a vice. The large man roared and followed, cumming deep inside Oscar. The tow driver pulled out and let the muscle boy collapse onto the ground.
Oscar passed out. The man gave a loud gruntal laugh and picked up the helpless muscle boy and threw him over his shoulders. He gave the flawless upturned ass a slap and carried him to the car trunk. The man then threw the passed out stud into the trunk. He gave Oscar one last smirk before closing the trunk.
When the real tow truck arrived at the location the roadside service had, they couldn’t find Oscar nor his car, only an old beat up tow truck.
2022-05-03 01:03:55 +0000 UTC
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Batting practice
It was hot during batting practice so most of the players were going shirtless. Those that did had nothing to hide as they showed off their hard work in the gym over the winter months. Most of the guys hoped that one day they would be called up to the major league but until then they went from one town or small city after another during spring and summer playing in the minor leagues. For the most part though they were just glad to play the game they loved.
The general manager called upon Dr. Davis Sloan to help the team to focus. The team had ended up last the season before and the owners were determined to turn things around. The boyish looking GM escorted the Doctor onto the field, introducing him to the various players. The general manager wore the team uniform that hugged his athletic body, especially his plump ass. Doctor Sloan smirked. No one could notice that he just fucked the straight, married GM. The doctor held an official team bat, a gift from the team’s owners as he remembered the sexy GM laying on his desk, legs in the air. The doctor was brought back to the present when the general manager introduced him to three players in particular that he wanted the doctor to work on first. Josh, Keith, and Jason were best friends and the cockiness guys on the team. They were always joking around, getting into trouble.
“Guys, this is Dr. Sloan. He would be working with the team to improve the players focus,” the GM introduced the doctor to the three star players.
Dr. Sloan could see why the GM called them the most cocky guys in the team. They were shirtless, showing off their smooth, ripped bodies. Their muscles were flexing while holding their bats on their shoulders. As he shook each man’s hand his ring pinched their palms. Neither of the studs noticed. The doctor can feel the contempt toward him in their eyes through their sunglasses.
“We don’t need a shrink, we need more guys like us on the team,” Josh, the left hand batter and outfielder, with a tattoo over his left pec and down his left arm, spoke up.
The other two ball players laughed.
“I know, I understand the misconceptions about hypnotherapy but my objective is to enable and empower you to focus on winning, to be the best,” the doctor began to talk evenly and lever.
The doctor could already see the drug from the prick of his ring was working on the three players. Even the general manager noticed the effect on the cocky jocks. He reached down and adjusted his crotch. As the doctor lectured he began to move his hand up and down the baseball bat. The three hunk baseball players just stood watching the doctor stroking the bat before them. His hand moved up and down the length of the shaft as his voice drone on about how important it was to focus and obey.
“It feels so good to do as they are told.”
Behind their sunglasses their eyes were glazing over, and the doctor could see outlines on their cocks through their shorts. They were hard. The doctor was pleased with how they responded. Their minds slowly fading.
“It feels so good to obey. All star athletes know it is good to obey. Obeying makes you better athletes,” the doctor continued to stroke the bat up and down. Long strokes.
“Good to obey,” all three baseball players repeated.
“No thinking, just obeying. It's so good to obey.”
“No thinking, just obey,” drool started to run from each player’s mouth.
“Good, boys. Now you three are going to lead me someplace private so that you can properly serve me, understand,” the doctor smiled.
“Yes, sir,” the three jocks replied and turned toward the stadium locker room entrance.
The doctor admired their smooth backs and plump muscular asses in their shorts as they led the way. He caught up to Keith and put his arm around the tallest of the baseball player’s shoulder, gently stroking the jock’s long curly blond hair that poke out from under his ball cap. Keith wore a pair of black tights under his grey shorts.
The doctor whispered into the jock’s ear, “take off your shorts.”
Keith stopped and pulled the shorts down his long muscular legs. The black tights were like a second skin over the baseball players legs, muscular ass, and full throbbing crotch.
“Good boy,” the doctor stroked the player’s lower back, sending a wave of pleasure through the younger man.
Once inside the clubhouse, the baseball players led him into a physical training room. The doctor then ordered them to strip to their jockstraps. The three baseball players obeyed, peeling down their shorts and reveal their bulging jockstraps. Each jock’s ass was smooth and flawless, perfect bubbles.
“Good boys. It make you so aroused when you obey,” the Doctor walked around them, inspecting his new slaves. “Drop your bats and bed over the massage table.”
They obey, dropping their baseball bats on to the floor and leaned over the massage table, side by side. Their muscular shoulders and arms touching each other. The doctor then pulled out his special lube from his pocket. Picking up Josh’s bat from the floor he rubbed a generous amount on to the narrow handle end of the bat. After coating the knob at the end, he moved behind Josh. He spread Josh’s fat, smooth ass cheeks, and then rubbed some of the lube on to the pink tight hole.
As he stroked the tight virgin rosebud the doctor leaned close to the cocky jock’s ear and whispered, “just relax you jockpussy.”
Josh moaned as the special lube stimulated the nerve ends around his hole. He felt anal muscles begin to relax and open. The doctor then picked up Josh’s bat and pushed it against the virgin hole. Josh let out a deep, loud groan as the knob of the handle end of the bat popped into his hole. His brown eyes rolled back into his head as he experienced unbelievable pleasure. The doctor smiled and let go of the bat, letting the cocky outfielder take over fucking himself with his own bat.
One by one the doctor lubed up each bat and pushed it into each virgin jock pussies. Their masculine moans and grunts filled the room. The doctor was pleased with his handy work. Their perfect tone bodies covered in sweat as they work their bats in and out of their holes with their muscular arms and tight anal muscles. The doctor then walked in front of each jock. Although they still wore their sunglasses, the look of pure ecstasy was displayed on their tan, masculine faces. Jason, the oldest of the three, pushes himself back off the table onto the floor, impaling himself deeper. His mustache upper lip quivers in pleasure as he balanced the bat on the floor while moving up and down on it, taking as much of it up his new jockpussy.
The doctor stopped in front of Keith and pushed the jock’s hat and dark sunglasses off his head. The star pitcher looked up at the doctor. There was lust and obedience in his blue eyes. The doctor opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He then gripped the jock’s longest blonde hair and pulled him onto his cock. Keith obediently opened his mouth and took his first cock into his mouth.
As the doctor reduced each ball player into his slaves, the general manager sit back and stroked his hard throbbing cock. The doctor fucked each player. He began to make them associate winning with pleasure and getting fucked with pleasure. With the help of the general manager, the Doctor locked up the three players' cocks.
“You can only cum when you win and get fuck. When the team wins a game, your cockcages will be unlocked and you will be fucked,” the doctor instructed as he stroked each player’s smooth, tone bodies.
2022-05-02 01:03:55 +0000 UTC
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The 6’4 ginger bodybuilder peeled off his stringer as he followed the older man into the weight room restroom and in the handicapped stall. Neither said a word as Raider turned his back to the stranger and pulled down his shorts, revealing his black briefs. He could hear the man breathing heavily behind him as he unzipped his pants. Raider then hooked his thumbs into his briefs and peeled them down his long muscular legs.
“That a beautiful ass,” the older man whispered as Raider bent over to pull the briefs down past his large thighs, making sure the man saw his smooth muscle pussy.
The older man knew there was no time to waste as he gripped Raider’s tight, lean waist and aimed his cock at the muscle boy hole. Raider gripped the top of the stall’s metal divider as he felt the cock slid into him. The shorter man’s cock felt so fucking good as it began to move in and out of the taller, younger man’s ass. Raider was so tight that his anal muscles was milking the man’s cock. It didn’t take the stranger long to cum deep inside the ginger’s boy pussy.
Raider’s friends stopped talking and lifting weights to turn toward the gym’s restroom as the door opened. Raider looked flushed in the face as he emerged with the older man following him.
“Thanks, dude,” Raider turned and shook the shorter, balding man’s hand.
“My pleasure, stud,” the man gave Raider’s ass a slap.
Raider then joined his friends by the free weights. As he walked toward them, his friends noticed the slight limp from the pounding he received.
“Well, how was it,” his friend Nolan asked.
Raider looked back and saw the older man leaving the gym. He then turned back to his four bodybuilding friends, “fucking great, man.”
“Awesome dude,” the bodybuilders took turns giving him high-fives.
Raider turned toward the mirror and leaned forward to flex his large chest and mountainous shoulders. His muscles and veins were pumped and bulging.
“Dude, he must have really come a lot inside you,” his friend Derick laughed.
Raider turned sideways to check out his ass in the mirror. The man’s cum was leaking from his ass, soaking through his briefs and shorts.
“Fuck yea, man. He went nuts over my ass,” Raider joined in his friends' laughter.
“Literally nuts in you,” Terrance added, causing more laughter and giggles.
A year ago Raider would never have expected he would be willingly taking cocks up his ass, but again a year ago he was rail thin and unable to gain muscle mass. Then he met Nolan and the other guys at the gym. They were big and muscular, walking mountains. The group of friends took Raider under their wings and introduced him to steroids and more importantly Alpha-B. The supplemental drink gave him the needed pre-workout boost and focus, plus the perfect post workout pump and allowed his body and mind the recovery he needed for muscle growth. He then quickly put on muscle. However, all the gains had a drawback. Raider found it harder to concentrate on anything except working out. He was becoming dumber as he had a harder time thinking for himself. At the same time, he became extremely horny all the time. He tried fucking one girl after another and jerk off four times a day but it wasn’t a horniness that fucking a girl could get ride of. It was an itch deep inside his ass, from his prostate. When he couldn’t take it anymore he broke down and confided in Nolan. Nolan surprised him by saying it was normal, and the only way to ease it was to get fucked up the ass. At first Raider resisted giving into the desires but it only got worse.
One late night he was so fucking horny that he went to the gym to workout some of his frustration. The gym was deserted except for himself and a short, pudgy nerd. Raider got onto a treadmill and started to run. However, as he ran his cock got so hard as it tented his blue shorts and bounced obscenely. The nerd was watching with his eyes wide as Raider’s cock swinger and bounced. Embarrassed Raider got off the treadmill and decided to do some dumbbell bench presses. However, as he laid down his cock stood straight up. It was so hard that it had pulled down his briefs and tented his shorts like a tent pole. He dropped the weights in frustration and set up. As he sat up he caught the nerd trying to discreetly take a picture with his phone.
“Fuck off, faggot,” Raider yelled.
The nerd laughed, “I’m not the one jacking off in the gym.”
Raider looked down and found his right fist wrapped around his throbbing cock feverishly pumping his cock. His face turned as red as his hair.
Raider looked at the gay nerd, “please, man, I’m sorry. I just need . . .”
“To get fucked? Don’t worry man you not the first muscle head here that beg to be fucked,” the nerd the pulled out his own thick cock from his shorts.
Raider found himself drooling over the huge cock. Without saying a word he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the thick cock head. The nerd grabbed him by his red hair and began to guide the tall muscle stud on and off his cock. Raider gagged on its thickness as he coated it with his saliva. He was both humiliated and aroused. The nerd finally let go of his hair and pulled out of Raider’s mouth. Raider then pulled off his shorts and laid back on the bench. He then obediently pulled his knees up to his huge pecs, exposing his hungry hole. Raider was in pure heaven as he took his first cock up the ass. When he came it was the best orgasm he ever had.
From the nerd Chester and his bodybuilding friends he learned all the benefits of swallowing and taking cum up the ass. They told him that semen was rich in protein, nutrition, and excess testosterone, all that a bodybuilder needs to get huge.
Raider also learned that a stud like him doesn’t need to be smart to make it in college. All he had to do was to take courses from gay professors and flirt with deans that were willing to give him good grades in return for fucking his perfect muscular bubble ass. Raider started going to classes or to meetings with professors or deans, wearing tight short shorts to show off his huge legs and tight shirts or stringers that showed off his huge pecs and arms. He had 6 professors and the Dean of Students fucking his ass on a regular bases, giving him their testosterone rich semen and good grades. It felt so good to be a dumb muscular himbo.
2022-04-29 01:49:58 +0000 UTC
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Golf outing
Tony was working on the floor of the warehouse when the owner of the company approached him. He was about to get off work and had his coveralls unzipped to his waist and was shirtless underneath, displaying his chiseled physique. Tony noticed his boss’s eyes roaming down his shredded torso.
“Sorry, I should have waited until I clocked out,” Tony started to pull the coveralls back up to his broad shoulders.
“No, that’s fine,” Mr. Stone replied and waved his hand to brush off any concerns Tony had about being in trouble. “The foreman told me you are pretty good at golf.”
“Yeah, I used to play every weekend, weather permitting, but it's been a while,” Tony replied, still confused at why the older man stopped him.
“Good. A few board members and myself are playing this weekend at the country club. I want you to join us,” it was obvious by his tone that he wasn’t asking Tony.
Tony was surprised. It was a big deal when a lower rank employee like himself gets invited on one of the boss’s golf outings. He knew of only a few guys from the warehouse where Tony worked that ever got invited to join them. They were big muscular guys that Tony used to workout with. After their golf outing they got big promotions and moved to the headquarters. Tony now very rarely sees them anymore.
“Sure, I will like that,” Tony smiled.
“Good boy, I'll arrange you to get to the country club,” Mr. Stone slapped Tony on his bare muscular back and walked off.
Tony wasn’t shy about his body and always dressed to show it off. He decided to wear a blue polo shirt with short sleeves that tightly hugged his thick arms, and a pair of golf pants that fit him like a glove around his huge legs and large round ass.
“Your bosses definitely will give you a raise and promotion after they see that ass of yours,” Tony’s wife laughed as she spanked his firm bubble ass. “You are so fucking sexy,” she stood on her toes and kissed him.
Tony was almost late for tee time because he and his wife had a quick fuck in their bathroom. When Tony arrived at the private ulta-Rich’s country club, he definitely got a lot of looks from his bosses.
“Glad you made it,” Mr. Stone slapped him on the back and put his arm around Tony’s broad shoulders. “This is Thomas,Harris, and Huffman,” he introduced Tony to the three board members.
As he shook each man’s hand he had the feeling they were sizing him up. He wasn't sure if the look of approval in their eyes was a good thing or not. Especially when he caught Mr. Thomas and Mr. Harris glancing at his impressive crotch. Tony began to think he should have worn something looser.
They spent most of the time drinking and smoking expensive cigars then actually playing golf.
“Here you will like them,” Stone opened up a cigar case and offered Tony a thick Churchill cigar.
“Thank you, sir,” Tony took the cigar and leaned forward as Mr. Stone lit it for him.
The cigar was sweet tasting and smelling as Tony puffed on it.
“Your turn,” Mr. Harris joked with Tony as he returned to the golf caddy.
Tony was still puffing on the cigar between his lips as he took his golf club and moved to the ball on the ground. He leaned forward and lined up his shot. He could feel the four older men's eyes on his back, especially his ass in the tight pants. Mr. Thomas had previously whispered to his fellow board members that he could make out the lines of Tony’s briefs through the pants as they stretched over the stud’s fine ass. Tony was about to hit the ball when he suddenly felt drizzly. He swung and missed the tiny ball. Tony heard the men laughing. He turned and then everything went black. The muscular younger man collapsed to the ground.
“You definitely pick a beauty,” old man Thomas walked over to the passed out Tony.
Thomas reached down and used his finger to trace the brief line of Tony’s underwear that was visible through the pants. The men laughed at the big helpless hunk. They began to pose Tony in various humiliating positions while they took pictures of the muscular blue collar stud. Mr. Hoffman laid Tony’s chest flat on the ground and positioned his legs so that he was on his knees with his ass in the air. The other men laughed as Hoffman turned Tony’s head toward the cell phone camera. Hoffman then knelt behind Tony’s bubble ass and began to pose as if he was fucking the muscle bound stud. The board members were laughing. Mr. Stone then pulled Tony up on his knees by his hair and rubbed the handsome, masculine face against his crotch. Tony could only let out low groans in his sleep as he was manhandled and used by the three men.
When Tony came too he found himself on his knees on a soft oriental rug, with a ball gag in his mouth. His powerful arms were tied behind his back and the ropes were pulled tight across his muscular chest. He tried to scream for help but it only came out as muffled mumbling. Tony looked around the room and found himself in an elegant room with bookshelves and panel covered walls. The oriental rug looked like it cost more than his yearly pay. To his right were two large billiard tables that dominated the middle of the large room. He then saw Mr. Stone and a group of six older men standing and sitting by a large marble fireplace. They were smoking their cigars and drinking their expensive liquor. Tony pulled at his restraints and tried to demand for the men to let him go. His jaw was hurting from the ball gag in his mouth, Then he saw his two former co-workers. They were standing holding trays with crystal decanters on them. The two bodybuilders wore only jockstraps. Tony tried to plead with them to help him, but his two former friends wore blank expressions on their faces.
“Ah, he’s awake,” Mr. Stone smiled and walked over to the helpless muscle stud.
The older man then knocked off Tony’s cap. Tony tried to pull away but Mr. Stone gripped Tony’s brown hair. He tried to struggle harder to get free but it was no use. Tony looked up at his boss in hate and anger. As Tony pulled at the ropes he started to feel a stirring in his pants. Horror washed over his handsome face as he realized he was getting a hard on. He was so confused.
“Look like the Viagra is kicking in,” one of the well dressed men laughed.
The men were laughing at him. Mr. Stone grabbed Tony’s large pecs and pulled at the tight polo shirt, ripping it, exposing his large smooth pecs. Tony was furious but helpless to stop him. His muscles were useless to pull himself up from the floor or fight.
“Pick him up and bend him over the pool table,” Mr. Stone ordered the two obediently bodybuilding slaves.
“Yes, sir,” they both replied in unison.
They sit the trays down and gripping Tony by under his arms, lifting their former friend onto his feet. They dragged him over to the nearby pool table and threw him face down. The men moved behind Tony as Mr. Stone reached under the helpless and undid the tight fitted pants. He then pulled them down Tony’s long muscular legs. Tony’s black briefs were stretched over the muscular plump ass. Mr. Stone then raised his right hand and brought it down hard on to the firm ass cheeks. Tony cried out through the gag. Stone then took a knife from one of the other men and then cut Tony’s underwear open, revealing his smooth flawless ass. Mr. Stone then cut and ripped the underwear open more.
“It’s definitely a beautiful ass,” one of the men admired Tony’s ass.
“Yes, it is,” Mr. Stone replied as he opened his own pants.
The older man’s cock was thick and hard. He moved closer behind Tony and gripped the younger man’s ass cheeks, spreading them. Panicking Tony began to buck against the table but to no results. Tears ran down his handsome face while the men laughed at him. White hot pain rushed through his body as he felt Stone’s cock pushing into his tight, tiny hole. Mr. Stone continued to push deeper, stretching and ripping Tony’s hole. Slowly the pain faded as Tony’s insides grew used to the thickness inside him. The pain was replaced by pure pleasure. Tony’s eyes rolled back into his head while all struggling and resistance faded. His rock hard cock was throbbing and leaking under himself. Tony never felt so good.
“He felt so tight and good, pure heaven,” Mr. Stone moaned as he thrusted in and out of the perfect muscle ass.
Finally Stone thrusted all the way into his new fuck toy and came deep inside Tony. Feeling the warm seed filling him caused Tony to cum in the remains of his underwear.
Mr. Stone pulled out of the ruined ass and removed the ball gag, “he won’t need this anymore. He is completely docile now.”
Tony moaned loud now with his mouth free. The ropes were also cut off. However, Tony made no attempt to fight or resist as the other men began to line up to use his ass and mouth.
2022-04-28 01:44:02 +0000 UTC
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Pietro Boselli
Pietro just finished an intense workout and headed into the gym’s locker room. Being a successful model he wasn’t shy about undressing. He definitely doesn’t have anything to be a shame about. The 34year old, 5’10 Italian model had a body that most men would die to have and women wanted to sleep with. Most people assumed that because he was built like a brick house and was more beautiful than a statue of a Roman god, that he must be dumb. However, Pietro had a doctorate in mathematics and a masters in engineering, among other degrees.
The Procuror had just entered the locker room as Pietro peeled his sweaty bikini briefs down his long muscular legs and stepped out of them before throwing the underwear into the locker. Pietro then stood with his back to the older man. The Procuror couldn’t keep his eyes off the beautiful sculpted ass before him. He had watched Pietro running on the treadmill for 45 minutes straight and now he saw the results of the intense workout before him. There was no visible body fat on Pietro’s body and his ass looked as if it was carved out of the finest marble. Pietro turned around to get his towel from the bench in front of the locker, revealing his hairless chisel 8 pack and well sculpted pecs. Between his thick legs was an impressive soft uncut cock, swinging as he moved to pick up the towel.
“Had a good workout,” the Procuror asked as Pietro raised his head and noticed the older man.
“Yes, it was pretty good,” Pietro wrapped the towel around his waist. “You?”
“Yes, very good. Glad it over with, though,” the older man laughed.
Pietro smiled, “it’s the best part of the workout.”
Pietro picked up the small black case containing his shower supplies and closed the locker behind.
“have a good day,” Pietro nodded toward the older man and then headed toward the showers.
The Procuror watched the magnificent ass under the white towel, pulled tight round it, moved and flexed as Pietro walked. While finishing undressing the Procuror noticed that the younger man didn’t lock his locker. Wait for the coast to be clear, the older man opened Pietro’s locker and retrieved the sweaty black briefs. The Procuror couldn’t resist from inhaling Pietro’s musk scent from the soaked material. The older man returned to his locker and pulled out a small bottle from his bag. He then dosed a generous amount of the sweet smelling chemical on to the briefs. The Procuror then followed the sexy model.
The shower room was filled with steam when he found Pietro with his wide, ripped back facing the door. The hot water was cascading over the muscle layered back and down the sensual, masculine curves, toward the v shape of Pietro lower back and in between and over the large firm ass cheeks. The Procuror was so well trained from capturing numerous younger, fit men like Pietro, that the model didn’t even hear or suspected the older man behind him until it was too late. The Procuror reached around the Roman muscle god and pushed the soaked briefs over Pietro’s mouth. Pietro opened his mouth to yell but only to inhale the chemical on his underwear. Pietro instantly closed his mouth and tried to hold his breath, but his mind already knew it was too late. As he struggled his bare feet slipped on the wet floor and was unable to get any traction to push off the well skilled attacker. The Procuror pushed Pietro against the shower wall causing the younger man to bump his head against the wall. It was just hard enough for all of Pietro’s struggle to be knocked out of him. Pietro’s eyelids fleathered before his beautiful body fell into the Procuror’s arms. The Procuror gently laid the passed out stud down on the shower floor. As he did so he freely ran his hands over Pietro’s body, exploring the flawless tight skin stretched over the hard shredded muscles. While holding the masculine male model against his own softer body on the shower floor, the Procuror knew why Pietro was in such high demand by his employers. He grabbed both large pecs and squeezed them between his hands. They were meaty topped off by nice large nipples, begging for attention. Twisting the nipples the older man smiled as Pietro’s fat uncut cock stirred. The Procuror wanted so much to fondle and fuck that hot Italian stud, but he knew better then to touch the merchandise. Instead the Procuror stood up and pulled the passed out Pietro onto his feet. The older man then maneuvers the out cold stud and hoists him over his shoulders. As he carried his prey to the waiting laundry bin, the Procuror couldn’t resist stroking the beautiful smooth ass hanging over his shoulders. He even became bold enough to tease the tight virgin hole by using a finger to stroke and tease the vulnerable, exposed hole.
Over the next few weeks, Pietro underwent intense reprogramming at the the Cartel’s training facility on the sucluded Mediterranean island of Paradise island. Most of the day he was strapped down to a table with his muscular legs spread and lifted into the air. A dildo was plowing in and out of his ruined hole as a pump was attached to his impressive cock. Before him was a large monitor showing muscular men like himself getting fucked by older men. Through earplugs he was told over and over how good it feel to be dumb and submissive, and how pleasurable it was to get fucked. He grew to learn that being smart is useless, thinking is useless. Slowly all of his education and smarts were eradicated from his brain. He began to realize that all of his time studying and school was a waste. The only thing that’s matter was getting fucked. He worked out and honed his body for other men's pleasure. With a body like his he didn’t need to be smart.
When Pietro wasn’t strapped to the exam table he was working out, keeping his body muscular and perfect. At meal times, he knelt before the guards or his trainers and watched them cum on his food. They told him that their semen was rich in nutrients, testosterone and protein, everything he needed to get and stay muscular. Now unable to think, he accepted what they told him. Pietro grew to enjoy it and hungrily ate and licked every bit of cum from his plate.
When his training was completed, he made his debut at a pool party hosted by the Cartel’s board on Paradise Island. The wealth gay men flew to the suclude island resort and was greeted by the resort manager Xavier Pompeii. He was eager to show his bosses on the Cartel’s board and their guests what the island offers.
The pool area was packed with wealth gay men and their beautiful boy toys, when Xavier stood up on the makeshift runaway over the large pool.
“Gentlemen, welcome to Paradise island. We hope you are enjoying yourself and our fine male slaves. Please feel free to have your way with them as you please. We have a very special treat for you. We had come in possession of a true Beauty. He has been gracing the runways, media advertisements, and the internet for the last few years. And we are now honored to have him as one of our family. Gentlemen, I give you Pietro.”
The men cheered and whistled as Pietro strutted out onto the runway. He was wearing a tiny black speedo and a collar around his neck. Pietro was working the runway like old times, looking cocky and sexy. He then paraded through the crowd of important, rich men. The guests freely groped and fondled him. They played with his large sensitive nipples and squeezed his impressive bulge. He only grunted and moaned as they enjoyed him.
The beautiful Italian muscle stud caught the eye of a Somalian warlord. The short general lusted after the tall younger man and his incredible tight body. The warlord came up to Pietro and freely stroked the male model’s 8 pack abs. Pietro just stood there obediently as the warlord ran his hand up his flat, tight stomach to his large heavy pecs. The older man gripped Pietro’s pecs, cupping and then squeezing them like breasts. Pietro winsed but remained standing there. A large crowd gathered around the two men watching the Somalian warlord abuse and used the taller muscle stud. The warlord smirked at the beautiful Italian stud.
“Get down on your knees,” the warlord ordered.
Pietro didn’t resist as he knelt down onto his knees. The warlord then undid his pants and pulled out his large, thick cock. Without saying a word, Pietro leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth. Looking up at the warlord for approval, the once straight stud began to suck and worship the large impressive cock. He worked his tongue and full lips over the black shaft and thick head, before taking its entire length down his throat. The warlord gripped Pietro’s famous black hair and began to fuck the tight throat. Pietro didn’t gag. His gag reflex was fucked out of him during his training. His oral skills were so good that the warlord couldn’t hold off. The warlord thrusted deep down the throat and came. Pietro hungrily slurped and swallowed the seed and licked the cock clean. Desperately needing more cum, Pietro moved to another man, and the man’s cock out of his pants. As he sucked on the man’s cock, he felt other men stroking his tight bubble ass through the tiny speedo. Pietro lifted his ass into the air and let the men peel the speedo over his flawless ass and down his powerful legs.
“That’s a beautiful ass,” one of the men behind him slapped Pietro’s smooth ass.
Pietro let out a muffled moan over the cock in his mouth and wiggled his ass for the men.
“He's a slutty thing, isn’t he,” another man laughed.
Pietro heard a zipper being pulled down and then felt pressure against this man hole. The model pushed his ass back as a cock pressed between his ass cheeks. Pietro moaned loud as the cock slid into his hole. The once brilliant, straight stud, every woman’s dream, was turned into a cum hungry slut taking one cock after another down his tight throat and perfect sculpted ass.
2022-04-27 00:48:32 +0000 UTC
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Wonho Enslavement
After uploading his American seed into the pretty Asian boy’s ass, Carson returned to the living room area, allowing the subliminal messages over the headphones to continue reprogramming Wonho’s mind. The two muscular bodyguards had come to and were struggling against their bounds. They looked at Carson with hate in their dark eyes. Although they couldn’t speak with the ball gags in their mouths, he knew they were threatening to kill him once they got loose. Carson merely smirked. He went over to his briefcase and pulled out two more syringes.
“This is going to take the fight out of you two. Going to make you a lot more agreeable as well!” Carson laughed.
Soong and Kim both tried to struggle as Carson took his time plunging the syringes into their thick, bulging neck. Carson actually enjoyed watching the two strong, younger men struggle against their bounds, sweat matting their coal black hair and soaking their crisp white shirts. However, within minutes the bodyguards grew docile. Their sexy lips parted as a dumb relaxed look washed over their faces. Carson then finished undressing them. He ripped their tight dress shirts and dark pants off their muscular bodies. They were both shredded from head to toe with hard bulging muscles. Their cocks stood straight up as Carson cut away their underwear. He then placed earphones over the bodyguards heads and activated the reprogramming. Drool was soon running down both bodybuilders' chins as their minds were rewritten just like their employer’s.
Wonho woke up the next morning laying face down on the bed. He felt so relaxed and good. He turned and pressed his bubble ass up against Carson’s crotch. The straight Korean boy let out a light moan as he wiggled his plump ass back against the older man cock. He had spent so long denying that he was gay to the media, claiming to like girls. It is now so refreshing to finally give into his desires. However, the truth was that he was indeed straight the night before, before he was programmed into a slutty, cum slut bottom whore. He parted his pouty lips and moaned louder as he impaled himself on Carson’s huge American cock. Carson wrapped his hands around the smooth, chisel body beside him and began to move in and out of the well fucked, yet hungry boypussy. He felt the tight, smooth torso, feeling the chisel 8 pack abs and the large well developed pecs. Carson then moved his hands and gripped each bulging, sculpted arms, and used them as leverage while thrusting in and out of the boypussy. Wonho’s tight bubble butt was flexing around Carson’s cock like a vice. It was so hard for the older man to hold out for long. Carson thrust as far into the boypussy that he could and came. Feeling his new master’s load filling him, causes Wonho to quickly follow and cum on to the sheets. After Carson finally pulled out of him, Wonho rolled over and wrapped his lips around the thick cock to lick it clean.
The next few days Carson kept Wonho busy on several different photo shoots. However, the Korean heartthrob had no idea nor concerns that each photo shoot became more and more provocative. His smooth, muscular body was dressed in revealing, slut outfits as Carson was promoting his new client to powerful, rich gay men who would pay a lot for the sexy k-pop star.
One photo shoot was at the hotel gym, while Wonho and his bodyguards were working out. The three built Korean studs wore workout tights, with nothing under them. Their muscular asses and impressive bulges were on full display. Carson got so horny watching Wonho strutting around the gym, working out and posing for the camera in the tights, that the American couldn’t resist peeling the tights down those muscular legs and plowing the tight ass while Wonho was bent over a bench. The photographer continues to take pictures and videos of the scene.
The next photo shoot had Wonho in a small speedo, flocking in the pool and fountains of a house owned by a rich client of Carson. The Speedo was like a second skin as it held the plump round ass and rock hard boy cock. Watching Wonho parade and playing around the pool, getting the Speedo soaked and wet, got the rich older man so horny that he wrote Carson a check for $10,000 on the spot to fuck the Korean pop star. Wonho showed no hesitation as he peeled the Speedo over his bubble ass and saddled the older man’s lap. He moaned in pleasure as he impaled himself on the cock and began to bounce on and off of it. Watching Wonho’s shredded wide back flexing as he rode the older man, got Carson horny as well. He ended up bending the tall bodyguard Soong over a lounge chair. He pulled down the bodybuilder’s trunks and plowed the muscle packed ass until he came deep inside him.
A third photo shoot had the muscular younger man laying down, looking so innocent in his sweat shirt and short shorts, while holding a teddy bear. His flawless legs were spread and his cock was poking out of the left leg hole. His body was that of a man, muscular, powerful, while his boyish flawless face looked innocent and feminine. Another rich man paid a lot to take part in the shoot. His granddaughters loved Wonho and had posters of the shirtless hunk on their bedroom walls. The grandfather gets so horny every time he sees the posters of the heartthrob, with his pouty lips, dark eyes, and chisel, smooth torsos. The old man stood by the bed, stroking Wonho’s soft black hair as the Korean stud looked up at him with his dark eyes. The old man then opened his pants and pulled out a thick hard cock. Keeping his eyes on the man’s, he parted his red lips and wrapped them around the old man’s cock. As Wonho sucked and worshipped the cock, the man ran his hand up the smooth muscular thighs toward the boy’s shorts. When he reached the shorts leg hole, he moved his hands further up into the shorts, pushing them up, showing the camera that Wonho wore no underwear. Wonho’s uncut cock was hard and poking out of the shorts. The older man wrapped his hand over the flawless cock and stroked the foreskin up and down the hard shaft. Wonho let out a muffled moaned.
The man smirked, “that’s a good little girl. Let me see you pussy.”
The old man's hand went deeper and found Wonho’s boypussy. With Wonho still wearing the shorts, the old man pushed his finger into the Asian boy’s hole. Wonho groaned loud as his hole was probed and then finger fucked. With his mouth still round the cock, Wonho felt so good that he raised his legs into the air.
The old man laughed, “that a good slutty girl.”
The man then pulled his cock from the boy’s mouth and roughly pulled the shorts off. He then wrapped the powerful legs around his waist. Soon the room was filled with both Wonho’s and the old man’s moans, as the rich man pushed his cock into the boy’s pussy.
Finally it was the night of Wonho's big American debut. Carson invited all of his rich gay contacts to the hotel suite. While the rich and powerful men waited for the main attraction, the two bodyguards served and entertained them. The bodybuilders wore only tiny posers while the men felt them up and groped them. In the bedroom, Wonho was dressed like an American jock boy. He was laying on the floor with his head on a football. Wonho wore a midriff cut off t-shirt showing off his abs and a pair of short shorts. As he cock his leg up, the strap of his jockstrap was visible. Then one by one, Carson escorted the older rich guests into the room. Seeing the hot Asian boy looking so masculine and slutty at the same time turned the men on. Each man used the sexy stud anyway they wanted. They fucked his thick red lips or ripped off his shorts before throwing his beautiful leg on their shoulders. Each time a man came down his throat or up his ass, Wonho cried out and shot his load into his jockstrap. He came so much that it soaked through the jock and ran down his thighs. Most of the men prefer to come inside his boypussy or down his throat, however some pulled out of him at the last moment and shot their loads on his boyish face.
Carson had made a vast fortune off Wonho and his numerous videos. Wonho continued to have a huge fan base of screaming girls but also added a large adult male fan base. He was in high demand for private “performances” with his rich and powerful fans.
2022-04-26 00:50:48 +0000 UTC
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KPOP
The K-Pop craze has arrived in America with force. Millions of girls worldwide were flocking to Korean boy bands and pop singers. Their music and smooth, boyish features are gripping the airwaves. The rising star among them was Wonho. The Korean boy with the flawless Ken doll looking face, playful personality, and the smooth, ripped muscle body had girls and men swooping over him. His chisel 8 pack, sculpted arms, thick legs and toned ass was more familiar on the internet than his music.
An American agent by the name of Carson, had invited Wonho to the states to discuss him going out on his own from the boy band that made him famous. Carson promised great things for the younger signer. He knew Wonho would be a major money maker to certain wealthy demographics. Upon arriving in the states, Wonho was mobbed by thousands of girls at the airport and was tracked down to his hotel. The valet and two muscular Korean bodyguards escorted Wonho and Carson into the lavish suite. As the bodyguards searched the rooms for overzealous fans and the valet carried the luggage into one of the suite’s bedrooms, Carson headed over to the bar.
“I don’t know about you but I need a drink. Want one,” Carson opened a bottle.
Wonho pulled his hoodie off his head, revealing his black hair and flawless youthful face, “yes, please.”
Despite his success Wonho was polite,and his English was surprisingly excellent. Carson smiled as he handed the younger man the drink. Wonho wore the baggy black hoodie over his torso but also wore a pair of white soccer shorts that showed off his powerful smooth legs. Carson couldn’t resist checking out the muscular quads and well developed hamstrings. He imagined what they would look like over his shoulders as he plowed the pretty Korean boy’s pussy.
“Thank you,” Wonho answered and drank down the drink in one take. His full red lips looked so irresistible as he drank.
After the bodyguards and the valet came out of the bedroom, Wonho announced he was tired and going to lay down. He suddenly looked so tired, his flawless skin looks paler than normal. One of the bodyguards left with the valet, leaving the taller bodyguard and Carson alone in the living room area. The muscle bound Korean bodyguard turned his back to Carson and loosen his tie. Carson admired the thick neck and broad shoulders of the handsome 6’2 Asian man as he silently came up behind him. Pulling out a syringe from his pocket, Carson injected the needle into the bodyguard’s muscular neck.
The bodyguard grabbed Carson’s arm to struggle. “Relax,” Carson whispered into the muscular stud’s ear. He then felt all consciousness fade from the larger man as the bodyguard’s passed out. Carson let the Korean stud collapse onto the floor. He then moved to the suite’s door and hid behind it as the other bodyguard returned. The 5’10 bodyguard paused as he saw his partner passed out on the couch. Carson then came around the open door and plunged another syringe into the muscular neck of the shorter bodyguard. The beefy Korean had no time to react as he slumped against Carson’s body. Smiling, Carson then dragged the passed out guard over to the couch and threw him beside his partner.
Carson couldn’t resist admiring his handy work. He opened both bodyguards’ suit jackets, exposing their shoulder gun holsters and guns. Carson removed their guns, and then freely ran his hands over their crisp white shirts. Their pecs were so large and firm under their shirts. They were not only bodyguards for the superstar singer but also his personal trainers. Their bodybuilding bodies were meant to intimidate anyone that tried to do harm to their employer. Now however they pose no threat as Carson began to undo their shirts, revealing their smooth flawless chests. Such two prime specimens would have a lot of possibilities. Carson went over to his case and opened it. He then pulled out two ball gags and proceeded to place them in the bodyguards mouths. They looked so sexy, gagged and vulnerable. He then took handcuffs and leather bounds to secure the bodybuilders’ hands and legs. After he made sure they would not interrupt him if they woke up too early, he squeezed both bodyguards crotch. Feeling their packed cocks and balls in the tight confines of their pants. However, the two gorgeous studs would have to wait.
Carson went to the master bedroom door and opened it. He was pleased to find Wonho passed out, face down on the large bed. He was still wearing his black hoodie, his white shirts, and black socks. Wonho’s powerful, muscle-packed legs were spread and round bubble ass looked so inviting. The large mounds were stretching the thin shorts. Carson walked across the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He then boldly touched the smooth left leg and freely stroked the thick cords of muscles of the boy superstar’s incredible hamstrings and inner thigh. Wonho let out a light moan in his sleep and instinctively spread those beautiful legs further, subconsciously giving more access to his ass. Carson moved his hands up the flawless legs to the plump muscular ass. He then traced his finger over the Korean superstar’s briefs through the silky soccer shorts. Wonho let out another groan as Carson’s finger moved down and brushed his boypussy. Carson smirked and got off the bed. He left the room briefly and returned with a pair of earphones. Carson slipped them over Wonho’s ears, and activated them. The earphones began to bombard Wonho’s mind. The muscular younger man began to grind and moan as his mind was being rewrite. Carson then pushed the shorts and briefs deep between the plump ass cheeks. Wonho in return flexed his tight ass.
“It pleasurable to be fucked. It is pleasurable to submit to other men. Your beautiful muscles are for other men's enjoyment. It feel so good to be fucked and used by other men. You are nothing but a plaything. It feels good to be nothing but an object to be worshipped, owned, and used.” Over and over his cocky, straight mind was being rewritten and reprogrammed.
Wonho began to push his bubble ass into the air and wriggle it like a slut. Smiling, Carson gripped the shorts’ waistband and pulled them and his briefs down over the round glutes. Wonho’s flawless ass and pink smooth hole was revealed. Between his thick thighs hung his impressive balls and hard 6” cock. Carson reached one hand between Wonho’s legs and wrapped his fist around the Korean’s cock. While stroking the heartthrob’s cock, Carson stroked Wonho’s smooth hole with his free hand. The boy groaned and moaned louder as his mind was spinning with new sensations. Carson then pushed a finger into the tight boypussy.
“That’s yet, it feel so good,” Carson whispered as he stroked Wonho’s insides.
“Feel so good,” Wonho moaned in Korean.
His mind was groggy, unable to focus. His cock was throbbing in Carson’s hand as his prostate was teased and poked by the older American’s finger.
“That’s it, you are such a good slut aren’t you. A girly slutty boy whore,” Carson teased the cocky idol.
“Fffuck, yes, I am a slutty, boy whore,” Wonho cried out as he came long and hard on the bed under him.
TO BE CONTINUED
2022-04-25 01:30:51 +0000 UTC
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PARADISE ISLAND PHOTOSHOOT CHAPTER TWO
After getting out of the shower and dried himself off, Amir then walked back into the living area of the suite. He went through the assortment of swim suits and chose the less revealing suit, which was yellow swim bikini briefs. He pushed his thick cock and heavy balls into the tiny briefs. Amir then slipped on a pair of sliders and gathered up some towels and bottle water. He adjusted his bulging crotch one last time, before heading to the nearest pool area.
Amir was turning a lot of heads from the all male guests as he confidently strutted through the resort and out into the pool area. Amir felt their eyes on his body as he walked half naked before them. He noticed that most of the guests were older and obviously very wealthy, while the staff was all good looking and muscular. Amir found a set of lounge chairs in an isolated area of the pool. He spread out his water bottles and towels and settled down on the pool to enjoy the warm Mediterranean sun. He pulled his luscious long hair back into a ponytail. Women loved his long hair and his rugged permanent five o’clock shadow beard. Near him was a table with four older, overweight men. Amir could still feel their eyes on him. He appreciated their admiration but it was starting to creep him out. He reached for his cellphone to call his agent to give him a piece of his mind about setting him up for the gig at a gay resort. However, as he tried to make the call he discovered that there was no reception.
A waiter approached him carrying a tray with an exotic drink on it. The boy wore a pair of white short shorts that revealed his tan, smooth and well developed quads, and a tight white tank top that showed off his large, smooth pecs, and muscular shoulders and arms. Amir had to admire the waiter. He definitely had what it takes to be a model like Amir.
“Commentary drink from the management, sir,” the waiter placed the drink on the table beside Amir.
“I really can’t. I have a photo shoot tomorrow and can’t afford to get any excess weight,” Amir laughed and rubbed his chisel 8 pack.
The waiter looked confused. It was obvious that the younger man wasn’t very bright.
“The drink has zero calories and no sugar. You can trust me on that,” a middle aged, Italian man came up behind the waiter and placed his hand on the younger man’s muscular shoulders. “That's fine Damien, you can leave the drink.”
“Yes, sir,” Damien bowed his head and placed the drink on the table by Amir and hurried off.
“I’m sorry I didn’t greet you when you arrived yesterday. I however had pressing matters to deal with. I am Xavier Pompeii, the manager of the resort,” he extended his hand to Amir.
“My pleasure,” Amir gripped the older man’s outstretched hand.
Xavier had a firm grip as they shook hands. Amir couldn’t help but notice the ring on the manager’s hand. It was gold with a large crest on it, and looked very old. Xavier was a fit man for his age. The older man was tan with salt and pepper hair. He wore a pair of crispy white pants and a pale blue button up shirt. The top three buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off a turf of hair on his tan chest.
Amir took a sip of the drink. “You greet all of your guests?”
“I try,” Xavier sat on the edge of the lounge chair beside Amir. “Is the drink to your liking?”
“Yes, it’s very good,” Amir answered and took another sip.
“I’m glad. I’m quite glad you are a part of our advertising campaign for the resort and our exclusive line of swimwear,” Amir noticed Xavier’s eyes traveling down his shredded half naked body.
“The resort owns the swim line as well,” Amir asked, suddenly feeling woosley.
Amir shook his head trying to clear his head.
“Yes, we started a line of clothes for our clientele’s boys. We realized that they want their boys to look sexy during their stay on the island,” Xavier smiled.
“Boys?” It was getting harder for Amir to think.
“Keep drinking, Mr. Amir,” Xavier picked up the drink and put the straw to Amir’s mouth.
Amir looked at the older man while sipping more of the drink.
“Good boy,” Xavier put the drink back on the table and then pulled out a bottle from his pants’ pocket.
“What’s. . .that,” Amir found it harder to talk.
“Just the resort's own bend of sunscreen. We don’t want you to burn before your shoot tomorrow do we,” Xavier laughed and squeezed a generous amount of the white cream onto his hands.
Amir could only watch as the manager reached over and started to rub the cream on to his right thigh. As soon as the lotion absorbed into his tight skin a tangling went through Amir’s body.
“Ah, oh,” he moaned and let his head fall downward.
Xavier continued to rub the lotion into the tight stretched skin while also tracing the thick pumped veins up the model’s smooth inner thigh. Amir found himself spreading his massive legs to give the older man more access to his body. His cock was visibly hard, trapped in the tight tiny briefs, forming a thick tube under the yellow spandex material. Amir could hear the old men laughing from the nearby table but didn’t care. Xavier’s hand reached the tight swim briefs and the manager traced his fingers over the leg holes of the briefs, teasing the mindfucked model.
“Please,” Amir found himself begging and spreading his legs further until his feet were flat on the hot cremate.
However, Xavier ignored his pleas to free his cock and instead poured more lotion on his hands. He then rubbed the white lotion over Amir’s 8 pack abs, and up to the massive pecs. The older man moved on to the lounge chair between Amir’s powerful legs and gripped each huge slab of meat. He rubbed and squeezed the oversized pecs. Working the lotion into the meaty nipples. Amir arched his back and groaned. His nipples have never been that sensitive in his life. He reached his arms back and gripped the back of the lounge chair, exposing his trimmed muscular underarms. His biceps and triceps bulging. Amir opened his mouth to moan only to find Xavier’s tongue pushing into his mouth. He then found himself wrapping his muscular legs around the older man, pulling Xavier closer to him. Xavier pulled away from Amir’s mouth and started to peel down the tiny yellow bikini briefs. Amir eagerly lifted up his muscular hips helping the manager to peel the swimsuit over his bubble ass and down the massive thighs. Xavier pulled them down Amir’s long, shredded legs and over his feet before tossing them on the ground. Amir’s fat cock popped free and began to throb and drool pre-cum. The foreskin was pulled tightly back, exposing the salivating cock head. The old men around the pool were moving closer, forming a small group of bystanders watching. They were stroking themselves through their swim suits and some even pulled out their cocks to jerk off while watching. But Amir didn’t care. He wrapped his muscular arms around his own legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole to Xavier and the men. A part of him felt like a slut, a whore, but the straight alpha side of him was having a harder time by the second to think or protest. Xavier poured more of the lotion on his hands and reached between Amir’s spread ass cheeks. He teased the tight hole causing the muscle god to writhe and moan in pleasure. As Xavier pushed the lotion covered finger into his ass, every nerve endings around Amir’s hole and anal canal felt alive. He was actually moaning now like a slut as he was loosened. Xavier smiled at the muscle bound male model as he squeezed in a second finger. He had broken and enslaved numerous muscle gods like Amir over the years.
Amir offered no resistance as he was flipped over onto his stomach. His magnificent ass in the air, facing the men. He gripped the top of the lounge chair as his legs saddle it. Smiling, Xavier slapped each perfectly tone and firm cheek, watching it bounce. Xavier then undid his pants and pulled out his huge, hard cock. Amir felt Xavier’s weight pressing on top of him. He then cried out as the older man pushed between his muscular ass cheeks and penetrated his virgin hole. Xavier grabbed his ponytail, using it as reign, he plowed in and out of the tight man hole. Amir’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his prostate was pounded over and over. He never felt so much pleasure as his anal muscles flexed around the thick cock. Xavier thrusted deep inside him and paused. Suddenly Amir felt the older man’s warm seed flooding deep inside him. Within seconds Amir quickly followed. Cumming hard and long on the lounge chair below him. He felt Xavier pulled out of his ruined ass. Amir just laid there trying to recover. However, he had very little rest as another man replaced Xavier.
Amir awakens to discover himself laying face down in his bed. Confused, he looked around the dark room. It was obvious late at night from the darkness that creeps through the window. His mind was racing, did he dream what happened by the pool? He lifted his naked body up and felt the intense soreness from his ass. It was then obvious that it was no dream. He could still feel the cum inside his guts, leaking out of his ruined ass. How many men had fucked him by the pool? Amir was overcome with opposing emotions. He been fucked, dominated, and used by men but he found that he enjoyed it. As soon as he stood up, he found his cock was getting hard again. He felt empty and wanted to feel the thickness of any other man’s cock inside his pussy again.
2022-04-23 01:24:56 +0000 UTC
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Paradise Island photoshoot
It was supposed to be a photoshoot and vacation on a Mediterranean island resort that his agent promised would make Amir in high demand in the modeling world. When Amir got to Paradise Island, the straight middle eastern man found it far from a straight man’s paradise. He instantly discovered that the entire island resort was only men. Not a single woman was on the island. He told himself that he would be here just for the photoshoot and would leave as soon as possible.
However, Amir had to admit that the island was beautiful and the suite he was setup in was beyond any hotel room he ever stayed in. It was even bigger than his Paris apartment, and a lot grandeur. There was even a bottle of sweet wine, made on the island, waiting for him in the room. After the long flight from Paris to the isolated island he needed a drink and relaxed. He poured himself a glass. Amir reached behind his head and pulled his hair out of the ponytail and let his thick, long black hair fall to his mountious shoulders. He then settled down on the couch to relax from the flight and sip the wine. In minutes he felt sleepy.
“Damn,” Amir yawned. “I must be exhausted from the flight,” he could barely keep his eyes open as he got up from the soft couch and walked to the bedroom.
The bed was huge with white satin sheets and even white fur covers. Amir couldn’t wait to lay down on it and fall asleep. He proceeded to unbutton his satin stylish designer shirt, revealing his huge pecs and chisel 8 pack. He always prides himself on looking good, in and out of clothes. Amir then kicked off his leather shoes and did his belt and designer pants. Lastly he hooked a thumb into his briefs and pulled them down. For most of his life he only slept in the nude. He has never been modest. Once naked he climbed onto the bed. The bed felt like he was laying on a cloud. It was so soft that the muscular male model fell to sleep laying on his stomach.
The next morning he awoke to the sound of the suite door closing. He sat up in bed, finding himself laying on his back with a raging hard on. Amir reached down to stroke himself and discovered that his cock and abs were covered in dry cum. He was confused. Did he cum in his sleep from a wet dream like a little boy? Has someone been in his room? Amir then pulled himself off the bed and walked naked to the living room. On the table where the bottle of wine was left the night before, was a letter and a box. Amir opened the letter to discover that the photographer informed him that the shoot was postponed until the next day.
“In the meantime, feel free to wear some of the swimsuits you will be modeling, around the pool. The client said it would be a great promotion for their line.”
Amir put down the letter and opened the box. Inside were various swim briefs. Some were quite revealing and sexy. As he looked at the various colors of swimsuits, he felt his cock was still hard. He couldn’t believe how horny he was, as he squeezed his fat cock, working the foreskin down the thick shaft.
“And no Damn woman on the fucking island to satisfy it,” Amir said to himself as he closed the box.
Amir had the whole day free and decided to spend some time by the pool and then workout and do cardio on the beach to get his body in top shape for the photoshoot. However, he first decided he needed a shower. He walked into the large lavish bathroom and was greeted with a shower surrounded on three sides by mirrors. He smirked at his reflection and flexed before stepping into the stall that was built for three men Amir’s size. He turned on the water and began to soap up his body. He couldn’t help from getting even more aroused as he ran his hands over his chisel smooth muscles. He was completely ready for the photoshoot. His muscles and veins were pumped. One could make out every vein on his shredded legs and arms, they were like road maps. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His flawless skin was stretched tight over huge bulging muscles.
“I look like a fucking god,” he mused to himself as he flexed in the mirror.
His cock was throbbing and demanding attention. Amir very rarely jackoff. There wasn’t any need to, there were always women close by willing to service his thick, uncut piece of meat.
Amir watched his massive right arm pumping as he jerked his fist up and down the thick cock. He knew he was so fucking hot. The veins in his legs and arms were pumped and bulging. Amir reached his free arm out and braced it against the mirror wall while looking at his side profile. Looked at his massive powerful legs and up to his round ass that pushed out from his tight, lean waist. Women always compliment him on his firm, large glutes. They were smooth, flawless, perfect spheres. Again he found himself removing his hand from the wall and reaching behind himself. He gave his hard ass cheeks a slap.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.
Amir never slapped his own ass before. He found it oddly simulating. He suddenly had an urge to spread his cheeks and pushed a soapy finger into his hole. Amir had numerous women willing to eat out his ass, but he never let them finger his ass. He moaned as he stroked his insides. It felt so good and he jerked off his cock faster. His powerful legs were shaking and were on the verge of buckling. Amir cried out and shot his load onto the mirror wall.
“What the fuck did that came from,” Amir breathed heavily as he recovered from the orgasm.
After getting out of the shower and dried himself off, he then walked back into the living area of the suite. He went through the assortment of swim suits and chose the less revealing suit, which was yellow swim briefs. Amir slipped on a pair of flip flops and headed to the nearest pool area.
To be continued
2022-04-22 01:09:33 +0000 UTC
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Morning run
Every morning Berry went on his run like clockwork. He woke up early and squeezed out of bed without waking his girlfriend. She usually was exhausted from their nightly sex ritual, Berry smirked. He loved fucking her hard and from the cries and moans so did she. Berry then walked naked into the bathroom. He couldn’t resist posing in the mirror, flexing his large biceps and running a hand down his slightly hairy chest and his chisel cobblestone 6 pack. His thick cock stirred as he admired all the hard work he put into his body. He loved the looks he got from women when they saw him. It wasn’t unusual for him to pick up a woman and get a quickie. After a quick shower he went back to the bedroom and pulled on a white jockstrap, a pair of short baby blue running shorts-that showed off his thick hairy legs-, and a tank top . After putting on his running shoes, he went for his run. He had a normal route he takes every morning. He ran through downtown as the morning traffic was starting. Berry smiled as he got the usual stares from commuters coming and going. When he reached the park, he turned down the running tails. It was a fairly large park with several miles of running tails.
While he was running, he noticed a well dressed man in a business suit sitting on a park bench in an isolated part of the park. For some reason the man looked familiar, like he knows him from somewhere. Berry slowed his pace as he got closer to the stranger and found himself stopping. When he stopped Berry bent over to stretch his sore legs, and while bent over he turned his head to the older man. The stranger held a beautiful curved crane with a silver handle shaped like a wolf. Its eyes were tiny rubies that sparkled in the morning sun. The man moved the crane back and forth slowly.
“Good day for a run,” the stranger smiled.
Berry pulled his eyes from the crane and noticed the old pervert was staring at his ass as the short blue shorts stretched over his plump, muscular ass. He wanted to keep running but for some reason he stood straight, walked over to the bench and sat down beside him.
“You are in excellent shape, very impressive,” the stranger’s eyes traveled down Berry’s body.
“Yeah, I have to keep it in top shape for the ladies,” Berry responded.
The white wifebeater was soaked with sweat and clinged to his chisel abs.
“I bet they enjoy your body,” the old man reached out and placed his hand on Berry’s thick right thigh.
“Fuck, yeah they do,” Berry laughed as he rised his left arm and flexed his bicep.
Without thinking, Berry lifted his right leg and draped it over the stranger’s legs. His legs were spread wide. He looked down at the man’s hand as it started to stroke his inner thigh to his shorts. Berry began to breathe heavy as his cock grew hard in the confines of the jockstrap and shorts. He had no idea why he was letting the old man feel up his legs nor why it was turning him on so much. His mind was screaming that he was straight but the man’s touch was feeling so good. When the man reached his crotch, he stroked Berry’s trapped cock through the silky shorts, causing the straight stud to moan. The man smiled and moved the palm of his hand lower to roll Berry’s full balls in his hand.
“Fffuck, please,” Berry moaned.
It felt so fucking good as the stranger played with his cock and balls. However, the man’s hand moved lower and Berry found himself spreading his legs more. The man then moved the crane and used its silver head to stroke Berry’s hole through his thin shorts. Berry threw his head back and moaned. The shorts were pushed deeper into Berry’s tight ass hole. Berry moaned louder and like a horny slut he lifted his muscular legs into the air. He didn’t care if anyone saw him or not, he was so horny. Berry gripped his shorts and pulled them up his legs and threw them on the ground. His cock was bulging and leaking through the jock pouch as his shave hole was exposed. Berry kept his muscular legs in the air as the stranger continued to stroke the tight hole with the head of the crane.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Berry moaned as the crane pushed into his man pussy.
The cold metal pushed deep inside him, penetrating and stretching his ass open. Instead of pain it was a familiar feeling of pleasure rushing through his body. He loves getting fucked. Berry needed it every morning. He pulled his knees closer to his hairy chest as the crane was pushed deeper into him. Berry looked up at the man, pleading with his eyes. The stranger merely smiled at him. The stranger then pulled the crane from Berry’s loosened hole. Berry suddenly felt empty. However, he was soon rewarded with the older man undoing his expensive suit pants and pulling out a thick cock. Berry bit his lip as he saw the cock moving between his spread legs. He closed his eyes and licked hip full lips as the cock slid into his hole.
“Fffuck, yes, fuck me, I’m your slut,” Berry cried out as the stranger began to thrust in and out of him.
Unable to keep his legs up, Berry let them fall to the man’s shoulders. The stranger continued to thrust in and out of him, each time deeper and harder into him. He pulled all the way out of Berry and slammed back in. Berry continued to moan and groan in pleasure as he was used and used hard.
When the older man came, he came deep inside Berry’s pussy. The feeling of the warm seed flooding his insides was too much for the muscular younger man. Without touching himself, Berry came in his jock strap. The cum leaked out of the sides of the pouch and down Berry’s thighs. The stranger then pulled out of the ruined manpussy and let the muscular legs fall like a rag doll’s. The man then whistled to himself as he put his cock back into his pants and walked off, swinging his crane as he walked. The man was gone by the time Berry recovered. He picked up his shorts and pulled them up his legs. Once redressed he resumed his run as if nothing happened. Berry didn’t feel any discomfort or even paid the cum leaking from his hole and running down his hamstrings any attention. He felt so blissfully relaxed as he ran back toward his apartment. By the time he returned to the apartment he had no memories at all about the stranger or being fucked. He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower to wash away the sweat and grime of the run from his body. As he washed himself the shower down opened and his girlfriend stepped in.
“Had a good run, babe,” she ran her hands through his chest hair.
“It was awesome,” he smiled before kissing her.
Berry was soon pinning her against the shower wall, fucking her. His runs make him so horny. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He thrusted hard into her.
When they stepped out of the shower, she began to dry off his muscular body with a towel when she stopped. “I forgot, my father is coming over in a few minutes.”
She hurried to get ready while Berry went to the bedroom to change. When he came out he heard his girlfriend opening the front door, “daddy you made it.”
“Honey,” the older man hugged his daughter.
Berry came around the corner.
“Ah, Berry,” the older, well dressed man greeted him.
“Mr. Howard,” Berry held out his hand.
Berry then noticed the older man’s crane with its silver wolf head handle and its red ruby eyes. It was so unique and yet so vaguely familiar. He couldn’t look away from the wolf’s eyes. Berry felt his cock stirred the briefs he wore under his jeans. Suddenly his attention was drawn from the crane back to Mr. Howard. The older man was smiling at him. Berry then lowered his eyes in a submissive manner which was so much out of character for the normally over confident stud.
2022-04-21 00:27:01 +0000 UTC
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Part 2 of Happy Birthday
Yes, sir,” Tyler’s normally cocky, masculine voice sounds docile. Tyler groaned as Raymond pushed a second finger into his football player’s ass, and gripped the edge of the desk. Pete then noticed the syringe laying on the desk beside Tyler.
“The drugs have been developed by your own, or should I say my pharmaceutical division under a military contract. The serum permanently rewrites and reprograms a person’s personality to another individual liken. Take you for example, as we speak it turning you from an obnoxious dominant alpha male to a dumb, obedient himbo. It is very successful, just ask your friend Petey. Petey you can come in,” Raymond called out.
Pete felt a wave of blissfulness wash over him as he found himself walking into the elegant study. Tyler showed no emotion and remained leaning against the desk as his best friend walked into the room. Raymond pulled his fingers from his step-son’s hole causing Tyler to moan as they popped free.
“You see, Petey here was the first test subject. He was completely straight until I slipped some of the drug in his mojito one night last summer. Since then Petey became the perfect obediently bottom,” Raymond ran his hand down Pete’s smooth tight torso. “He even developed quite a crush on you, Tyler,” Raymond laughed.
Both Tyler nor Pete moved or said a word. “Petey, take off your shorts,” Raymond ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Pete responded. He then opened his board shorts and let them fall to his flip flop scandals. Pete then stood naked, with his cock hard and throbbing.
“Good boy, now get on your knees and eat out Tyler’s ass. Remember you dreamed of this moment for so long,” Raymond instructed while stroking Pete’s cock.
“Yes, master,” Pete moved behind Tyler and knelt down.
Pete reached out and spread the large, firm ass cheeks. Thanks to Raymond, he's been drooling and fantasizing about his friend’s ass for over a year. He pressed his face between the smooth glutes and probed his tongue into the tight manpussy. Tyler moaned and pushed his large ass cheeks back as Pete tongue flicked in and out of his hole.
“Get your head deep in there and get it wet and loose,” Raymond pushed Pete’s head deeper between the fat, yet firm ass cheeks.
Tyler was moaning and wiggling his ass like a slut while Pete hungrily lick and tongue fucked the tight hole. Pete ran his hand up the huge muscular calves toward the linemen’s massive thighs. Meanwhile, Raymond pulled out his thick cock from his pants and stroked it while admiring his two slaves. Tyler and Pete had spent hours a day on their hot jock bodies. They were in their prime, younger alpha gods. He moved in front of Tyler and grabbed him by his blonde hair to push his cock into the now willing mouth. His once arrogant straight step son began to suck and worship his cock. Raymond loved the sound of the cocky prick gagging on his cock. He has been waiting so long to fuck the spoiled brat’s obnoxious mouth. Tyler continued to moan and gag on the cock as his new manpussy was loosened and lubed with his best friend’s drool. All the while the drug he was injected with was rewriting his mind into the perfect fuck toy. With his cock coated in spit and saliva, Raymond finally pulled Tyler off his cock by the birthday boy’s hair.
“That enough, Petey,” Raymond tapped the top of Pete’s head and Pete reluctantly pulled out from the muscular ass cheeks. “It's time for the birthday boy to get his just dessert.”
Pete set back on his knees as Raymond took his place behind Tyler’s ass. Raymond then aimed his cock at the drool lubed manpussy.
“You're only going to feel pleasure as I breed your ass. You will love and live to be fucked. However, you can’t cum, despite how much you need to. You can only cum when it pleases me,” Raymond instructed as he slid his big fat cock into Tyler’s virgin hole.
Tyler let out a loud animalistic grunt as he was penetrated for the first time. He gripped the antique desk harder as his eyes rolled back into his head. Raymond pushed deeper into him, stretching the jock’s hole open. Raymond then eased out and thrusted back in causing Tyler to moan loud. Smiling in conquests Raymond continued to thrust in and out of his newest bitch. Each time he plowed deeper and harder. Tyler’s beautiful sculpted body was covered in sweat as his huge muscles tense and flex under the assault deep inside his ass. His muscles and veins pumped as he was pounded over and over.
Pete set back and gripped his own cock. He was even more envious of Tyler at that moment. Pete remembered how good it was to be fucked for the first time. Experiencing the whole new pleasures of being used and dominated by your master for the first time. He jerked off watching Raymond pounding away at Tyler’s thick muscular ass while the muscle jock pushed his pussy back for more. Tyler was taking every hard rough pounding as Raymond slammed into him. Raymond wanted to reduced Tyler into a sobbing mindless fuck toy and he was succeeding.
Raymond made one last thrust deep into Tyler and paused. He pressed his hairy body against Tyler’s smooth, ripped back and whispered into his left ear, “cum for me. Cum so hard that you will be my bitch forever.” He then licked and nibbled Tyler’s earlobe.
“Fffuck,” Tyler screamed as his cock shot the biggest, heaviest load he ever had onto the desk.
It was like his entire straight, alpha life, his free will, was being fucked out of him through his cock. Wave after wave shot out as his chisel muscles flexed and tense in the most intense orgasm he ever had. Tyler’s incredible ass muscles clamped down on Raymond’s cock as the anal muscles spasmed around it. Tyler’s ass felt like a vice around the older man’s cock as it began to milk it. It didn’t take Raymond long to grunted loud and shot his load deep inside Tyler’s manpussy.
Watching his friend cum and get bred with their master’s seed caused Pete to quickly follow. He came over his fist and onto the expensive oriental rug. When Raymond finally pulled out of Tyler, he allowed Pete to eat his cum from Tyler’s pussy. Pete quickly crawled over to the exhausted stud and once again spread Tyler’s ass cheeks. His tongue then hungrily lap up Raymond’s cum that leaked from Tyler’s ruined hole. Before returning the two friends to the party, Raymond had his two slave stand naked before him, in nothing but their flip flops and Tyler’s new gold and pearl collar. Their youthful, god-like bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. Raymond opened the drawer of the desk and pulled out a large box.
“I was waiting to give them to both of you at the same time,” Raymond opened the box.
Raymond first pulled out two matching black butt plugs. He went behind each slave and insisted the plugs between their plump ass cheeks. Pete grunted in discomfort but offered no resistance, while Tyler’s still loose pussy accommodated the large plug with little difficulty. Raymond then pulled out two cockcages, and then painstakingly locked up each jock’s impressive cock. Still either stud protested as their manhoods were locked away. Finally he pulled out a pair of white speedos and a pair of pink speedos. Handing the skippy white speedo to Pete and the tiny pink one to Tyler he instructed them to put them on. They looked so slutty and dumb when they returned to the party. Every one of the thousand party guests roared in laughter as the two jocks paraded on stage with their tiny speedos, except for Tracy and Lisa, their girlfriends. They watched in shock as the two muscular jocks began to make out in front of everyone. Their hands gripping each other’s muscular behinds while their tongues probed each other’s mouths.
Six months later their friends, especially their ex girlfriends, were shocked when Pete and Tyler got married at a large social affair at the mansion in the Keys. They instantly moved in with Raymond, and the two newlyweds shared his bed nightly.
2022-04-20 00:07:47 +0000 UTC
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Happy Birthday
Pete couldn’t believe the number of people at the party as he stood on the back terrace of his friend Tyler’s Keys mansion. There were about a thousand half naked people crowded by the pool, terraces, and down the vast yawn that went out to the ocean. People were even on boats near shore, arriving or partying. However, what would you expect when the star linebacker of a SEC school, with a body of a Greek god and a trust fund worth more than god, turned 21years old. Even though he was a popular social influencer in his own right, Pete felt grateful to be Tyler’s best friend. They played football together and were even roommates. Over the years in college they became inseparable, and were considered the dynamic duo. Pete stood on the “VIP” terrace by the DJ booth that was reserved for Tyler’s closest friend, with his arm around Lisa, his girlfriend. He sipped his beer with his free hand while he watched Tyler make out with his girlfriend Tracy. Tyler’s smooth shoulders were wide and muscle layered while his back tapered down to a chisel waist. Tracy’s hands had pushed down Tyler’s board shorts to reveal the top shelf of the football player's bubble ass. Tyler and Pete were both muscular, with flawless smooth bodies. They both tower over 6’. Tyler was blonde, blue eyes with a thicker, muscle packed body of a bodybuilder, while Pete was dark hair, dark eyes, with an athletic, leaner body. Although Pete would never admit it, he found himself feeling jealous of Tracy. He had lusted after Tyler’s thick bubble butt for the past year. However, he knew Tyler was straight and love fucking women. Pete also knew for a fact that Tyler had slept with a dozen different women since Tracy and him had started dating. Tyler pulled away from the kiss and lifted the bottle of expensive champagne into the air, howling.
“Happy birthday to me,” he shouted in his loud booming voice.
The partygoers instantly cheered back over the loud throbbing music. He was cocky and had a wild streak about him that often got him and sometimes Pete into trouble. However, Tyler’s money always gets them out of any messes. Pete took a sip of his beer, as his eyes lowered to Tyler’s size 11” pure white flip flop covered feet and up his smooth, golden tan, thick calves. His calves were perfectly upside down tear shaped, large and powerful. Recently Pete has been fantasizing about what it would be like to have those thick, smooth calves on his shoulders while he fuck Tyler’s plump ass .
Pete turned his head and caught Raymond, Tyler’s stepfather, watching him while he stared at Tyler. Raymond smiled and wink at him, causing Pete to turn red. He turned away and gave Lisa a kiss. Raymond had married Tyler’s mother soon after his father died and when Tyler’s mother passed away a couple of years later, Raymond became custodian of Tyler’s huge billion dollar trust fund. Today, on his 21st birthday Tyler gets complete access to his inheritance. Over the years he made it known that he didn’t like Raymond and had promised to throw his stepfather out of the business he had been running successfully for the past decade. Raymond reminded Pete of a middle aged Tom Schlick.
A summer ago, Pete had spent the summer with Tyler in the Hamptons, and Raymond seduced the straight jock boy. They said you never forget your first, but Pete remembered very little how the older man had seduced him. He never had a gay thought before that one night. Pete was alone swimming under the moonlight in pool of Tyler’s family Hampton’s mansion, while Tyler was off fucking his latest conquest, when Raymond offered his a mojito. Within minutes after the drink, Pete was laying on the side of the pool with Raymond beside him. Pete kept protesting he was straight even as Raymond slid his hands down Pete’s chisel 8 pack abs. His protests faded as the older man pushed his tongue into Pete’s mouth while sliding Pete’s trunks off his long muscular legs. Pete never felt so much pleasure as Raymond pushed his fat cock up his jock ass. The younger jock found himself wrapping his powerful legs around the older man’s waist while pulling the older man deeper into him. Raymond nibbled his ears while thrusting in and out of him, whispering for Pete to cum. Pete never came so hard in his life, it was the best, most intense orgasm he ever experienced. Since then Pete couldn’t get enough of the older man’s cock. When Tyler went home to one of the numerous homes his family owns, Pete would ask to tag along in hopes of seeing Raymond. Only the night before the party, instead of sleeping in one of the numerous guest bedrooms with Lisa, Pete snuck to Raymond’s bedroom and spent two hours riding the older man’s cock. His tight muscular ass felt so good as he bounced up and down on Raymond’s thick cock while Raymond ran his hands over Pete’s chisel flawless body.
Pete pulled away from kissing his girlfriend when Raymond walked up to Tyler. Intrigued and fearing a confrontation everyone in the immediate vicinity stopped to listen and watch.
“Tyler, I brought you a gift to celebrate your birthday,” Raymond handed the muscle bound jock a long black box.
Tyler looked at the box and then up at his step father before opening it. Inside was a men's pearl and gold necklace much like those that were worn by pro baseball players. It was obviously expensive.
“What a fag gift is this? And you brought it with my own money,” Tyler slammed the box closed and threw it at Raymond.
“Honey,” Tracy pulled at Tyler’s beefy arm and led him away before any further scene was made.
With the drama on the upper terrace abided the party returned to normal. Pete left the terrace and its makeshift VIP selection and socialized with the party-goes. The music was loud and throbbing and Pete thought to himself that it was a good thing that the nearest neighbors were half a mile away. The crowd of party-goers were packed in the pool and around the terraces. Their half naked bodies pressed together as they danced and made out. Pete doesn’t know half of the people there, and figured Tyler didn’t know them either. He got another drink and stood by a not so crowded corner by the formal garden entrance. As Pete stood there, watching the party goers, he suddenly felt a hand on his ass. He didn’t turn around, knowing that it was Raymond. He felt the older man’s breath on the muscle cords of his neck and smelled the expensive Cuban cigar that Raymond liked so much. Pete swallowed hard as he discreetly looked around to see if any one could see them. However, the crowd was too dense and most people were too high and out of it to notice or care. Pete was also taller, and shoulders broader than Raymond and could block any bystanders' view of the shorter man.
“Relax, Petey,” Raymond whispered as he kissed Pete’s thick neck.
A shrivel ran down Pete’s spine at not just Raymond’s touch but by being called Petey. He had always hated when someone called him that, but when Raymond called him Petey, it made him so aroused and hard. Pete breathed heavier as Raymond squeezed and kneaded his buttocks through his board shorts. Pete wore no underwear and he prayed no one could see the large bulge forming in the front of the shorts. Raymond’s hands pushed the thin swimsuit deeper between Pete’s thighs glutes.
“Fffuck,” Pete moaned under his breath.
Raymond whispered, “I loved fucking that beautiful ass of yours again last night.”
Pete just moaned in response as Raymond kissed down the middle of his back. The jock boy wanted nothing more than to have Raymond fuck him right there. However, Raymond stopped and gave Pete’s bubble ass a slap before moving off toward the house. Pete stood there a few minutes, disappointed and frustrated, trying to will his cock down before mingling once again among the crowds.
Later during the party, Pete returned to the “VIP” terrace to discover everyone had lost track of Tyler. He found Tracy talking to Lisa about future wedding plans. She was overjoyed by the prospect of marrying a billionaire, even though as far as Pete knew, Tyler had no plans to marry anyone.
“Where Tyler,” he asked as he grabbed another beer.
“He went with his stepfather to sign some documents about his inheritance,” Tracy turned to answer him.
“You think it smart that they are alone together,” Pete was concerned.
However, Tracy just shrugged her shoulders, “the old perv gets what is coming to him.”
Pete then headed into the beachfront mansion. The house was like a palace as he went from one grand room to another. Deeper into the house he went the fainter music outside and less dense the crowd of people became. Pete finally reached the study. He started to knock on the large double doors but heard a faint groaning coming from the room. Concerned, Pete carefully opened the door and looked in.
“Now sign right here. This will transfer all your assets to me,” Raymond said in his deep voice.
“Yes, sir,” Tyler replied submissively.
Pete couldn’t believe his eyes. His friend was naked, except for his white flip flops and the pearl necklace gift around his thick neck. Tyler leaned over a large antique desk signing a thick legal document. Tyler’s board shorts were around his flip flops revealing his beefy bare ass. His muscle packed body and large sculpted ass were flawless. It was then Pete realized that Raymond’s gift was more like a collar as it hugged Tyler’s thick neck. Raymond was standing at Tyler’s side, moving a finger in and out of the muscle jock’s smooth tight hole.
“Good boy, now this one give me power of attorney and legal guardian of you. It state, in words you can understand, you are too dumb to take care of yourself,” Raymond put another thick document in front of Tyler.
“Yes, sir,” Tyler’s normally cocky, masculine voice sounds docile.
To be continued
2022-04-20 00:04:03 +0000 UTC
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Happy Easter
2022-04-17 21:41:28 +0000 UTC
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Chris loves to go into the community center’s sauna and steam rooms after a workout and cruise. There weren't many guys that were his type that went into the sauna or steam room of the community center. It was a notorious cruise spot and many straight guys stayed away from there. Most of the regulars were older men like Chris but compared to most of them he was in pretty good shape. When a hot stud does show up in the sauna while Chris was there, he always guaranteed to take the stud home or fuck him in the shower stalls.
One day Chris was working out and over heard about the rough man fights that were taking place in town. There were a lot of tough, younger men in the gym getting ready for it. Chris was intrigued and considered going for the fights. He was a fan of boxing and MMA style fighting, especially of the athletic rough fighters. After his normal 45 minutes of cardio, Chris heads down to the locker rooms and then to sauna and steam rooms. Chris undressed, wrapped a towel around his waist and head into the sauna first. There were three regulars in the sauna, sweating. Chris nodded at the older men and sat down on the bench.
A few minutes later two younger men joined them. One of the men was pudgy and average looking, however, his friend was a god. He radiates cockiness with his tight ripped body, tattooed left arms and obliques, and his trimmed short beard. The white towel was pulled tight around his waist. The two friends sat across from Chris and looked at the other men, and smirked.
Chris tried not to stare at the cocky stud but the other three men weren't as discreet. The stud set with his legs spread showing off a nice bulge in his towel. The two younger men started to talk about the fights. It seemed like the stud had entered the amateur competition and they were talking about how he was going to win. He punched the air with an uppercut and a side jab.
“He would be out for the count,” the stud laughed and looked at Chris.
“You got this fight, Jeff,” his friend replied.
Chris smiled back and after a few minutes he got up to leave the sauna. He showered and when he returned to the locker room, with a towel wrapped around his dad bod waist, he saw the two younger men at the weight scales. The stud was standing on the weight pad trying to adjust the scales. His friend was standing beside him giggling.
“Hey, man, do you know how to get it to work,” the dark-haired beauty called toward Chris.
Chris knew Jeff was teasing him but decided to play along. The fat friend covered his mouth and stepped back as Chris approached Jeff. Chris stood close to the stud as he leaned forward to adjust the scales. He could smell the manly mixture of sweet and cologne from Jeff’s hard muscles.
“There you go,” Chris adjusted the scale.
“Thanks man, I appreciate,” the tattooed stud beamed with a pearly white smile. “I’m making weight for tonight's fight, awesome.” He stepped off the scale and flexed in the locker room mirrors. “Have to hit more abs. Women love abs,” he then ran his hands down his chisel 6 pack abs.
Chris smiled back, “they do. They probably definitely like yours.”
“Fuck yea, they do. They love my abs,” Jeff winked at Chris. He noticed Chris’s gym bag laying on the bench beside him and saw some bottle waters. “Can I have one, buddy.” Chris knew his type, a user, he all flirt and no action.
“Sure,” Chris pulled out a bottle from the bottom of the bag.
“You are awesome, …”
“I’m Chris,” Chris replied as the stud’s strong fighter’s hand gripped the bottle.
“Jeff, this is Bruce,” the stud smiled and opened the bottle. Jeff lifted the plastic bottle and drank a large gulp. His eyes were smiling at Chris and gave the older man another winked. He was so cocky with the macho swagger of his. Bruce remained in the background watching Jeff lure in another unexpecting fag, or at least they thought. Jeff was definitely the leader of the two, the dominant one. Chris knows the look in Bruce’s eyes toward Jeff. He recognized the look of lust and desire. Bruce had a major secret crush on the cocky fighter. However, he was so in the closet that he probably didn't even realize it.
Chris returned to putting his workout clothes into his bag.
“Jeff? Jeff? What wrong man,” Jeff’s friend was trying to get the stud’s attention,
Chris turned and smiled. The sexy, tough fighter was standing with a blank look on his handsome chisel face. Jeff had dropped the water bottle and spilled the remaining contents over the white towel, soaking his crotch. He couldn’t move a single hard muscle.
“What the fuck did you do to him,” Bruce turned toward Chris.
“Nothing, just make him more cooperative. That right Jeff,” Chris boldly touched the tight muscular chest, teasing the light coat of hair between the developed pecs. Jeff could only blink
“Stop man,” Bruce looked scared.
“Come now, I saw how you look at Mr. beefcake. You are in love with him. You dream of having your way with him,” Chris moved his hands down Jeff’s tight ripped abs.
Bruce didn’t reply but kept his eyes on Chris’s hand.
“Good, Bruce, watch this.” Chris turned to Jeff, “Jeff can you hear me?”
Staring straight ahead Jeff answered,his voice emotionlessly, “yes.”
“Good Jeff. Jeff, you are going to do whatever Bruce and I tell you. You can only obey us. In fact the more you obey and the more submissive you become, the more aroused you become. Being an obedient mindless slave feel so good, understand Jeff?”
“Yes, it feels good to obey,” Jeff replied.
“Good, now, Jeff drop your towel and get hard for us,” Chris ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Jeff moved his hands to where the towel was tied around his lean waist and undid it. The towel fell to the floor around his feet. Jeff’s cock quickly grew hard, his 5.5” cock curved upwards.
“Fuck, I don’t believe it,” Bruce stared in confusion at his tough friend and his secret crush.
Chris smiled, “you can have him to use anyway you want, if you help me out.”
“Yes, I I will help,” Bruce was so turned on watching the normally cocky Jeff standing naked with a raging hard on.
“Jeff, go and suck Bruce’s cock,” Chris decided to reward Bruce.
“Yes, sir,” Jeff turned around and approached his best friend. He then knelt down and undid Bruce’s towel. Bruce’s 7” cock slapped against Jeff’s handsome face. Jeff then obediently opened his mouth and took his first cock. He wrapped his thick lips around the fat cock and instantly started to gag on it.
Chris moved behind him and stroked Jeff’s buzz cut hair, “just relax your throat muscles. Sucking is completely natural to you. You learned so much techniques from all the blow jobs you received and now you are going to put them to use. You love sucking cock.”
Jeff pulled off Bruce’s cock to moan, “I love sucking cock.” He soon had loosened his throat muscles and was taking the cock all the way down his tight throat. Bruce was moaning how good straight Jeff’s mouth felt on his cock. Meanwhile, Chris admired Jeff’s pale white ass before him. It looked so tight and inviting before him. Chris then knelt down and pulled Jeff’s muscular ass up in the air. All the while the mindfucked Jeff kept his mouth tight on the cock before him. Chris then gripped both sculpted ass cheeks and spread them, revealing the tight straight hole. It looked so fuckable. Chris stepped back to his bag and took some of the special lube a doctor friend had given him. He squeezed a generous amount of the gel-like substance on his fingers.
“You're going to feel only pleasure, Jeff,” Chris whispered as he pushed two lubed fingers into Jeff’s virgin hole.
Jeff moaned over the cock in his mouth. The gel activated every nerve endings as Chris stroked his insides. Jeff’s ass muscles instantly felt relaxed and good. As his fingers pushed into the muscle stud, Chris began to spread them as much as possible. Once the anal canal was thoroughly stretched and opened, Chris pulled his fingers out and gripped the narrow, tight waist. Aiming his cock at the lubed hole, Chris pushed into the new manpussy. Jeff cried out in pure pleasure as the cock pushed past his inner ring and began to pound his prostate. So turned on watching his friend take a cock up his ass, Bruce gripped Jeff’s ears and face fucked him hard. Jeff had to grab Bruce’s legs to keep from falling over as he was pounded from both ends.
Bruce was the first to come. He's been waiting and dreaming of that moment for so long. He's been Jeff’s boy, always following Jeff around, doing anything to be close to him. Bruce pulled Jeff’s head off his cock and then gripped his own cock. He started to jackoff looking down at the tough stud’s dazed eyes looking up at him. Bruce grunted loud and shot his load all over Jeff’s face.
“Take it bitch,” Bruce cried out as he covered his friend’s handsome face.
Chris laughed, “that right, Jeff, you are now the bitch boy. Cum now like a good slut. But don’t touch yourself.” Chris slapped the muscular ass as he slammed in and out of it.
On command, Jeff came hard. His cock jerked and leaked large amounts of cum onto the locker room floor.
“Good boy,” feeling triumphant Chris quickly followed and filled Jeff’s new manpussy with his load.
That evening, surprisingly Jeff had the best fight of his amateur career. He knocked out his opponents in the first round. Later Bruce and Jeff became regulars in the sauna and steam rooms. Now though Bruce was the dominant one. Beautiful muscular Jeff would follow his friend around like a love sick puppy. Sometimes Chris would go into the sauna after a workout and found Bruce sharing Jeff’s newly expert mouth with a couple of the older, fatter men that Jeff once made fun of.
2022-04-16 22:08:22 +0000 UTC
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“Come In Me Bro”
I woke up early on Saturday morning to the sound of a lawnmower coming from my front yard. I got up and walked to the living room to peer out of the window. In my yard was this adonis in a sleeveless muscle shirt and cargo shorts mowing my grass. I had forgotten that Hank, my neighbor, was going to send his son, Clint, over to cut the grass and do other landscaping items. As I watched the stud pushing the mower, I couldn’t help but notice how much he looked like his dad. The only difference was Hank was taller and older. From how the cargo shorts hugged the boy’s muscular behind as he pushed the mower, they have the same shaped beefy, jock ass. Of course Clint had no idea that I had been fucking his dad since the first day they moved next door to me. According to Hank, he was a redneck country boy who’s wife made him move to the suburbs and the first night in his new house he was plowed in his garage by the gay neighbor. I had to laugh when he told me the joke, because it was so true. He was grunting and moaning so loud I thought his wife would hear us. Hank ended up cumming without even touching himself as I pound in and out of his muscular virgin ass. He orgasmed so hard that he milked the cum out of me.
Clint was a handful for Hank and his wife. He was popular at school and even followed his dad into football for a while, however, he liked partying and drinking. He tried college but dropped out. Now he spent more of his days working out, taking odd jobs, and fucking a different girl each night.
I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and stepped outside. Upon seeing me Clint turned off the mower and walked toward me. The sides of the shirt were cut low, showing off pretty much his entire torso. His shoulders were wide and his v shape torso extended way beyond the shirt. The shirt didn’t even conceal his large brown nipples. I had to take a double take at his shirt to make sure I read it right, “Come In Me Bro.” I thought that was an odd shirt for a straight stud to wear.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Clint greeted me. I felt his eyes on me through his sunglasses. “Dad told me to come early.”
I laughed, “I figure he did.”
Clint was sweaty. It was already getting hot. His smooth muscles were covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the morning sun.
“You look like you've been working out at the gym a lot,” my eyes took in his chisel body.
He gleamed, “yeah, I go every day on top of doing cardio every morning.” He lifted his arms and flexed his huge arms, displaying his trimmed underarms.
“You are looking pretty good,” if he was anything like his father he loved his ego stroked. “I bet the ladies love that body.”
“Fuck yeah, they are all over me,” Clint continued to flex his muscles.
I then noticed the tube shaped bulge in Clint’s shorts. He appeared to be as well endowed as his father. I began to wonder if he wore underwear under his shorts. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead.
“Do you want to come inside and have something to drink,” I asked while admiring his softball-size right bicep.
“I’ll take a beer,” he put his hand down and smiled.
“It's early, but i won’t tell if you don’t,” I smiled.
“Deal,” he laughed and followed me inside.
I led him into the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the refrigerator. I then watched him take off the cap and took a large drink from the bottle.
I slipped mine and asked about the shirt, “come in me, bro? Should it be “come At me.””
Clint laughed again, “it's a joke from a fraternity that I partied with while at school.”
I smiled back, “I see.”
He took another big gulp of the beer.
“So what are your plans for the future? Going back to school,” I asked casually, trying not to act like the annoying adult that I am.
He held his beer, “I don’t know yet. Maybe I should get an old rich man to keep me.”
He laughed.
“Not a rich cougar,” I laughed. Did he know that I’m gay, does he know I been fucking his father all those years.
“I guess,” Clint took another swing from the beer. “But I heard men shell out more money for their boy toys.”
Intrigued, I asked, “most though want their “boy toys” to put out. Would you take it up the ass?”
“Fuck, for the right guy, I’ll do it,” he laughed.
“You ever took it up there,” I put my beer down on the counter top.
I noticed the tube outline in his shorts was growing bigger and was switching.
He took another swing of the beer, and placed his beer on the countertop beside mine, “not yet.”
Encouraged, I moved closer, “well, you should always have your first experience with someone you know and trust.”
I then reached down and gripped his crotch with my left hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say it, I grabbed the back of his thick neck and roughly kissed him. My tongue quickly probed into his mouth and began to wrestle with his tongue. My left hand was stroking and squeezing his rock hard cock through his shorts, causing him to moan into my mouth. I pulled my mouth out of the lip lock and began to kiss down the cords of muscles of his neck. The veins of his neck were pumped and large, bulging. He was purring as I worked down to his massive shoulders. I finally pulled away from him and smiled, before roughly spinning him around. Clint let out a loud moan as I pushed him face down on the countertop. I then reached around him and undid his shorts, pulling them over his smooth bubble ass. I was pleased when I confirmed that he wore no underwear. His ass was beautiful and hairless, just like his father’s. I slapped the firm round left cheek and watched it bounce. His legs were thick and muscle packed with well defined quads and hamstrings and sculpted calves, just like his father’s. He continued to moan as I slapped the other cheek. As I spanked him with one hand I reached my other hand between his muscle packed legs and pulled his fat hard cock back. His cock was another trait he inherited from his father. It was big and thick, rock hard. He groaned as I pulled it back between his massive thighs and stroked the sensitive cock head.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered into his ear, causing him to whimper.
That perfect ass got me so hard. I spread his fat, but firm cheeks and revealed his pink boypussy. He gripped the countertop as he pushed out his ass.
“Please fuck me,” Clint whimpered again.
I just smiled and stroked his tight virgin hole with my finger. Clint let out a sharp hiss from his lips as I pushed the index finger of my right hand into his hole and started to stroke his insides. As I moved my finger in and out of him, I admired the thick cords of layered muscles of his wide back, flaring out from the ripped muscle shirt, tense and flexing. His shoulders were like identical sides of a mountain coming together to form the back of his thick neck. I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck him. I squeezed in my middle finger, stretching him out, causing him to groan loud. As I stretched and loosen him, I reached my left hand down into my pajama bottom and pulled out my hard thick cock. I then pulled my fingers out of him. He looked over his shoulders at the sudden emptiness of his hole while I aimed my cock between the deep valley of his ass cheeks. He looked away again and gripped the countertop hard.
“Relax, baby,” I whispered as I pushed into him.
“Oh, Fffuck, Ugh,” Clint cried out as the thickness of my cock pushed him open.
Clint was so tight as I pushed deeper into him. He was pure heaven. When his anal muscles got use and adjusted to the thickness I eased half way out and thrust back inside.
“Ooh, Fffuck,” he let out a long deep moan.
I smiled as I continued to move in and out. He just discovered his prostate, his g spot. His eyes were rolling back into his head under the sunglasses. His lips parted, while his cock throb harder and slapped against the counter in rhythm to my thrusts. I reached around him and into his shirt to grab his meaty pecs. I press my body against his as thrusted in and out of him, each time deeper and harder, at the same time pulling his body toward me.
His moans were loud and almost animistic. Clint tried to grip my cock with his tight anal muscles to pull me deeper into him. I pushed deep inside him and paused, kissing his shoulders, enjoying the tightness and the massaging of the anal muscles around my cock.
“Cum for me,” I whispered.
Clint cried out and I felt his amazing ass clamp down on my cock, “ooh, Fffuck, shittt.”
Without touching himself he came long and hard on the countertop.
Clint laid flat on the countertop, “come in me, please.”
I smiled, still buried deep inside him. Making another hard, deep thrust and I followed, coming deep inside him. I continued to move in and out of his new manpussy making sure he got all of my seed.
We continued to lay on the countertop for several minutes while our orgasm came down. My body is still on top of his and my cock deep inside his ass.
“I better shower and go home,” Clint finally whispered.
I pulled out of him and gave his ass a slap, “no, you better get back to work. You have to finish my yard. I want you working with my load up your boy pussy.”
I gave his ass another slap and he meekly got up, pulling his shorts back on. Before he went back outside he stopped and turned to me, “am I as good of a fuck as my dad?”
2022-04-14 20:44:13 +0000 UTC
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