After his much publicized divorce, Tom Brady found himself f..

After his much publicized divorce, Tom Brady found himself free to persuade his long suppressed secret desires. His large, secluded beach front house which he now lives alone in, offers him the chance to live out those desires. He was sitting in the library, drinking his favorite scotch, when he picked up his phone and called his former teammate Rob Gronkowski. Tom missed the big dumb jock after Rob Gronkowski retired for a second time. When Tom came out of retirement for the second time, he had begged Rob to rejoin the buccaneers, but to no avail. “Yo, tommy, what up,” Rob’s loud voice boomed over the phone. “Rob, where are you,” Tom laughed as he heard loud music in the background over the phone. “Miami, man, it's a blast here,” Rob yelled. Tom laughed, “you always found a party. You are not giving O’Neal another lap dance are you,” Tom laughed. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze at the thought of the 6 '6 tight end twerking against Shaquille O’Neal again. “That was a hoot, the internet blew up over that,” Gronk laughed. “Hey, why don’t you come up next week after the game, and we can party like old times,” Brady gave his hard cock another squeeze. “Sounds great, bro. I look forward to that,” Gronk responded. “Great, see you then,” Brady hung up the phone. He then called another number, “hey, this is Tom. Do you have some of that stuff you gave me a couple of years ago, you know, what I used on Edelman? Yeah, that's it. Julian was whimpering and begging to be fucked like a whore in heat.” Tom laughed. “Yeah, Gronk is coming up next week and I want to break in that sweet ass. Yes, definitely. Just like Julian, you get to collect what is left of big Gronk,” Tom pulled out his cock and started to openly jack off. “Deal. I will be expecting the merchandise by Monday. Great,” Tom hung the phone up. Tom wrapped his fist around his cock and jack off, remembering the fun he had in breaking Julian Edelman's ass in few years ago. The hairy star wide receiver’s bubble ass was prime meat, and Brady enjoyed fucking the crying straight jock. He literally fucked the cum and straightness right out of him. A few days later, Julian retired from football and spent the next couple of years being passed around by Tom’s supplier to various pervert gay fans, who enjoyed abusing and using the straight cocky football player. On Monday, Tom Brady sat by his large pool looking out at the private view of the ocean, smoking his cigar while Gronk swam in the crystal clear pool. Gronk pulled himself out of the water. Tom couldn’t help but admire his former teammate’s body. The water shed off his smooth chisel 6’6” 265lbs body. The swim trunks were wet and clinged to the tight-end’s well-endowed crotch. Tom was glad he was wearing the dark shades to hide the fact he was checking out Gronk’s large bulge. He had seen the impressively large cock several times in the various locker rooms during their long careers together. Tom never got over how big Gronk was, and Rob wasn’t shy about showing it off. Would walk around the locker rooms and showers naked, his large cock swinging in front of him. Rob Gronkowski’s big dumb jock persona was a subject of jokes but the football player fully accepted it and even enjoying playing the part. Tom knew however, the fun loving, party animal wasn’t always acting when he played dumb. “Are you going to get in,” Gronk walked over and stood before Tom. He reached down and picked up the glass of expensive imported beer. “Shoulder sore from the game this weekend,” he rubbed his right shoulder. Gronk gave his dumb laugh, “dude, I’m so glad not to experience the post game soreness. I have been feeling a lot more loose after retiring.” To demonstrate, he swirls his muscular hips. “You do look more in shape than ever,” Tom’s eyes took in Gronk’s smooth shredded torso. It was true, Rob never was as shredded and tight as he was at that time. His abs were more sculpted and turning into a well defined 8 pack. Tom even noticed how fuller and rounder Gronk’s ass looked in the wet swim trunks. His ass wasn’t as big or plump as Julian Edelman’s but it was still fuckable. “Yeah, man, the babes are loving the Gronk,” Rob thrusted his wide hips forward and then lifted the beer bottle to his mouth and down the beer. Tom licked his lips as a tail of beer leaked from Gronk’s mouth and ran down Rob’s smooth tan torso. Gronk put the now empty bottle down by his chaise lounge and gave a loud over exasperated yawn. He then stretched his long smooth body. “Man, Miami heat does make you tired,” Gronk said as he laid down on the chaise lounge beside Tom. Within minutes, Rob was out of it. His head flopped back and his long arms dangled off the lounge. Tom smiled as he checked out his former teammate’s helpless body. He took his time before getting up and tugging on Gronk’s wet swimsuit. “You know I don’t like tan lines,” Tom laughed as he pulled the trunks down Gronk’s long legs. Rob feebly mumbled and subconsciously lifted his muscular hips to aid his former quarterback to strip him. Thanks to the drugs, Gronk’s monster cock popped free of the trunks, rock hard and leaking pre-cum. “There a, goodboy,” Tom gripped the raging cock in his fist and began to pump it. “You want to cum, don’t you, boy?” “Yes,” Gronk mumbled and his hips slowly began to fuck Tom’s hand. “Good, but you have to obey me completely. It feel so good to obey, your daddy isn’t it,” Tom continued to work the huge cock and Gronk’s mind fucked brain. “Yes, I’m daddy good boy,” Rob Gronkowski moaned. “You can only cum when daddy tells you to. understand Gronk?” Tom Brady tighten his grip and speed in working the throbbing cock. “Yes, daddy. Please, daddy let me cum,” the 6’6, 265lb tight end pleaded. “You can cum when you submit completely to daddy. Daddy own you and your big dumb body,” Tom smirked as the loud stud whimper. “Yes, daddy owns my big dumb body,” Rob’s head tossed side to side, as he tries to fuck Tom’s hand. “Yes, good boy. Now cum for daddy. Be daddy’s good little bitch boy,” Tom gripped tighter and pump the cock fast. “Yyess, daddy,” Rob arched his back, thrusting his hips high off the chair as his cock erupted like a volcano. Tom kept milking Gronk’s cock as the cum ran down his fist. Finally when Rob couldn’t cum anymore, Brady let go of his grip on the deflating cock. Tom placed his hand up to the mind fucked Gronk’s mouth, “lick up your mess.” With his eyes still closed, Gronk obediently licked his cum off Tom’s hand. Once all the cum was gone, Tom pulled his hand away. “Good Gronkie. Now sleep, as you sleep you going to dream how good it will be to get fucked by Daddy Tom and be his good obedient bitch,” Tom smirked. “Yess, daddy’s good bitch,” Gronk mumbled sleepingly before passing out. Rob Gronkowski looked so hot passed out naked that Tom Brady couldn’t resist from pulling out his own cock and feverishly jackoff over his former teammate. “Fffuck, you are so beautiful. You look so sexy and dumb,” Tom grunted as he wrapped his fist around his cock and pump it. “My big dumb bitch,” Tom added. When he was close he stood on his toes and aimed his own fat cock at Gronk’s blank, stupid looking face. “Fffuck,” Tom moaned and spatted Rob’s face with his load. The thick cum ran down the handsome football player’s blissfully blank face. Tom smirked, “the fun is just beginning, big buddy,” After his separation, Tom had turned his wife’s closets and dressing area off their bedroom, into his new play area. The walls were sound proofed, and equipped with every expensive bondage and toy Tom could buy. Of course everything was purchased under false names and shipped to other locations before being installed at his mansion. Tom couldn’t afford to let the public know that America’s football god Tom Brady was a pervert into sexually dominating his teammates. It was difficult, but Tom was able to carry Gronk into the house and upstairs to the playroom. After he got the tight end upstairs, he then secured Gronk’s neck, wrists, and ankles into a stockade, which left his smooth ass exposed. With cum still coating Gronk’s face, Tom pushed an oral gag into his mouth, pushing Rob’s mouth open into a perfect o-shape. Finally once fully secure, Tom slapped Gronk’s face until he woke. The first thing Gronk saw when he opened his eyes was Tom Brady’s cock only inches away from his mouth. Terror quickly set in as the big dumb football player realized his situation. He struggled to no avail and his protests and screams came out muffled. Tom gripped his hair and pulled Gronk’s head up. Gronk looked at his long time friend and teammate and pleaded with his eyes. Tom just smirked and put a small bottle to Gronk’s nose. Unknowing, Gronk inhaled the powerful poppers. His eyes rolled up into his head. Brady continued to grip Gronk’s short hair and pushed his own fat cock into Rob’s mouth. Rob’s throat was so tight as Tom pulled Gronk on and off his cock. The poppers and drugs made Gronk so high and horny. He was sobering and coating the cock with his drool and saliva. “That a good dumb bitch boy,” Tom Brady laughed as he pounded Rob’s throat and mind. “You are nothing but my bitch. My bitch boy.” Tears formed in Gronk’s normally happy go lucky eyes. His mind was absorbing his new reality, Tom finally pulled Gronk’s cock out of his mouth and walked around the stockade to Gronk’s up-turn ass. The legendary quarterback delivered a hard slap onto the smooth perfect ass, causing Gronk to let out a loud muffled moan. Tom laughed and grabbed Gronk’s wide hips. He pushed hard and penetrated the helpless Gronk. Gronk cried out in unbelievable pleasure. His mind was spinning, being rewritten in that new found pleasure. To his humiliation it didn’t take Gronk long to cum over and over.