SEAL TEAM ALPHA CHAPTER 9
The look of fear spread across Logan’s face as Dr. Davis approached the bound seal. Logan pulled at his restraints to no avail as struggled to get free. His teammates had expertly tried the bounds tight around his ankles and wrist. They were so tight that he was literally suspended in air with his long muscular legs held high and spread open. His tight, shredded muscles flexed and bulged as he pulled at the restraints. Sweat poured from him as his veins popped as he struggled. He tried to yell for help but it only came out muffled with his grey bikini briefs shoved into his mouth. The doctor moved between the spread legs and ran his hands up Logan’s smooth, ripped thighs. The muscles were rippling and bulging as Logan tried to pull them away.
“Ssshh, don’t fight it. Just relax and surrender,” the doctor whispered as he continued to stroke the magnificent thighs.
“Fuckk you,” Logan tried to split out the gag and looked at his former friends for help.
Hunter, Mitch and Cody just stood around him stroking their hard throbbing cocks.
“Don’t fight it, man. It feels so good to serve and obey,” Hunter moaned as he pulled down his jockstrap and stroked his hard cock.
Logan watched the doctor pull out a bottle from his pocket. He then poured the bottle of clear liquid over Logan’s cock and balls. Logan tried to pull away but it was useless. The doctor then wrapped his fist around Logan’s cock and stroked it, rubbing the liquid into his cock. As the warm liquid was absorbed into his cock, Logan moaned through the gag. The doctor smiled and motioned Mitch to remove Logan’s underwear from his mouth.
“Oh fuck. What is that,” Logan moaned as the liquid absorbed into his cock.
His cock grew rock hard in the older man’s hand. His entire body felt an intense tingling from his cock to his legs and back to his head.
“Oh, god,” he moaned again.
His hips began to move with the doctor’s hand as Davis stroked his cock. The liquid ran down Logan’s full heavy balls and toward his tight virgin hole. Logan tried to close his eyes and think about his wife and kids. He kept telling himself he was straight. He loves pussy. Although he was married, he was known as a womanizer by his teammates. He had several affairs that his nateve wife had no idea about. However, right now it was so hard for Logan to think about women. While stroking the impressive cock, the doctor was using his free hand to rub the liquid into his tight little hole.
“Your man pussy feels so good, doesn’t it,” the doctor whispered as he probed a wet finger into his hole.
“My pussy,” Logan shakes his head. He tried to keep his ass tight and closed but it was useless. His hole became so sensitive. He felt the man’s finger pushing into him and started stroking his insides.
“Fffuck,” Logan moaned.
“You want to submit and serve. It feels so good to get fucked and used by your master,” the doctor whispered as he moved his finger in and out of the tight hole.
“Fuck, feels so good,” Logan mind was spinning.
His cock was standing straight in the air, throbbing. His eyes widened as the doctor unzipped his pants and pulled out a big thick cock.
“You will feel only pleasure, pure pleasure,” the doctor pulled out his fingers and gripped Logan’s muscular legs.
The liquid was absorbed into Logan’s hole, relaxing the tight muscles, allowing Dr. Davis to slid his cock into the deep anal canal. Logan gripped the restraints and let out a loud moan of pure pleasure.
“Of fuck, that feel so good,” Logan moaned.
All thought of his straight life was being fucked out of him. All memories of how much he enjoyed pussy was gone, the only pussy he cared about was his own. Logan arched his back and shot his load high in the air. The large strings of cum landed on his handsome face.
Later that night, Alex awakened from a deep sleep covered in sweat and feeling horny. He got out of the bed and pulled on a pair of silkies shorts that were a size too small for his muscular tight body. He was the youngest and newest member of the elite seal team. It was an honor to be chosen for the elite seal platoon, the best of the best, especially at his age. Yet he had proven himself to be a top notch sniper. He doesn't know why his commanding officer, Mitch, had ordered all the men on the team to stay at the base overnight. They usually don’t stay on base unless they are leaving for a mission the next day, but there was no mission planned. Alex squeezed his cock through the thin shorts. “God, I’m horny,” Alex murmured to himself as he rubbed his hard cock. “Wish sheila was here,” Alex thought about his girlfriend. He had a really weird dream before he awoke. He dreamed that he was being fucked by a group of older men. They were taking turns fucking his ass and mouth. When one man came in or on him, another man took the man’s place. He woke up with a raging hard on. Alex found the dream and his reaction to it disturbing. Barefooted, Alex left his room and walked to the mess hall. It was deserted with all the men asleep. He got a beer from the fridge and started to walk back to his room, when his cell phone beeped. He was hoping it was Sheila calling, but he didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello,” Alex answered the call.
Upon hearing the older man's voice on the other end of the call, Alex grew blissfully relaxed. “Yes, sir, I serve and obey,” Alex responded as his cock poked out of his shorts. Alex disconnected the phone and returned to his quarters. On the bed was an American flag print thong. The masculine younger man would never wear something like that. However, with no emotion, Alex peeled down his shorts and pulled the thong up his muscular legs. The tiny strap of cloth in the back disappeared between the warrior’s plump, smooth ass cheeks. The thong rode high up his muscular hips and barely contained his cock and balls. Then Alex pulled his shorts back on and then his camouflage uniform and combat boots. He then left the base.
“Gentlemen, welcome to Club Notorious. We have a real treat for your entertainment tonight. A real life American hero. Put your hands together for Private Alex,” the club owner announced.
The curtain on stage was pulled back and Alex danced out in his uniform. The men in the club cheered and gave catcalls as the seal warrior began to strip. His muscular body and boyish face was turning the men on. They groped and fondled him while he danced and removed each piece of clothes. They cleared him on as he ripped his green t-shirt with his bare hands. He then knelt on the stage, letting the men feel up his smooth, hard body. Their touching made Alex hard and turn on. He was teasing them as he slowly pulled down his pants showing off his short silkies shorts. His cock was clearly visible and hard. Finally he removed the shorts to reveal his red, white, and blue thong. The men cheered louder as he shook his plump ass. It was round and firm. He was down to only his boots and thong. He got down from the stage and rubbed his body against the men. He sits on their laps, grinding his meaty ass against their hard cocks. Their hardons felt so good against his ass. The men were loving him. They wrapped their hands around his body as he gave them lap dances. The tiny thong could barely contain him.
Dr. Davis was watching the show from the couch of his VIP lounge. The prestigious spot was reserved for him as the club’s owner. Club Notorious was only one of many establishments the doctor owned through the city. On either side of him was Hunter and Logan. They were both stretched out on their stomachs on the couch while sucking and sharing his cock. They were wearing only jockstraps, their freshly shaved asses on full display. The doctor was playing on Logan’s cell phone. Logan had a thing for recording and keeping videos of his numerous female conquests. Dr. Davis at first sent a selfie of Logan in the sexy grey bikini briefs to his wife. His chisel body was freshly shaved and his cock was visibly rock hard. One could even make out the cock head poking out of the total of the bikini briefs. The doctor then sent the videos of Logan fucking different women to Logan’s wife. Logan just continued to suck on his master’s cock. The last illusion of his straight life was being destroyed, but he didn’t care. Davis lifted Logan's head and took a pic of the blissful stud with a line of drool running from his lips to the doctor’s cock.
The Doctor’s attention turned to Alex when the angry texts came through from Logan’s wife. The younger seal was very popular and was going to make Dr. Davis a lot of money. Alex was sitting on a man’s lap while the man was sucking on the sailor’s large brown nipples. The thong was pulled aside and his smooth rosebud hole was exposed. The look of pleasure filled Alex’s face as he felt the man’s cock pressing against his tight virgin pussy. He let out a deep moan as he eased down on the cock, impaling himself. Alex felt only pleasure as he moved up and down on the cock, each time going lower and taking more up his hole.
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SEAL TEAM ALPHA CHAPTER 8
“What the fuck is going on,” Hunter was screaming in his head as he ran and got into his truck.
He just witnessed his sergeant and Cody in the showers having sex with that weird doctor. Hunter and Logan had just come from the firing range where they were practicing hand gun firing and were about to work out. They had stopped in the locker room to change out of their uniforms into workout clothes when they heard grunting and moaning coming from the showers. The two muscular military studs at first thought couple of the guys had brought a woman on the base and were fucking her in the showers. The two seals were still horny from the meeting earlier, although neither remembered why they were so horny. With their curiosity peaked and their cocks hard in their uniforms, Hunter and Logan rounded the corner and peered into the shower room. Neither could believe what they saw. Their mouths hung open in shock as they saw the doctor and sergeant Mitchell fucking Cody’s mouth and ass. Their fellow Seals were moaning and enjoying it as the doctor fucked Cody. They could only watch in surprise until all three men before them came. The thick ropes of cum washed down the drain by the running shower waters. Being a straight, macho man, Hunter was disgusted but at the same time found his cock rock hard in his uniform pants as he watched the older man dominate the two muscle bound warriors. He was the first speak as he yelled, “what the fuck.” The three naked men turned toward Hunter and Logan. The two newcomers couldn’t help staring down at the Dr. Davis’s still hard cock. Hunter swallowed hard at the thickness of the cock. The doctor smiled at both men and then ordered Mitch and Cody to seize them. As soon as the two naked seals lunged for them, Hunter was broken from the tance and fled the locker room. However, Logan wasn’t so fortunate. The naked Mitch and Cody seized him by his arms and pushed him down on the shower floor.
Hunter made it to his truck and tried to pull himself together. Something was going on. Both Mitch and Cody were the straightest men he knew. No way they would do what he just witnessed. Plus since that meeting this morning, Hunter was having weird thoughts about other men, especially that weirdo doctor. Hunter needed to get to the base commander and report what was going on. He had put on his sunglasses and started to turn on the truck when the passenger door opened and Dr. Davis got into the seat beside him.
“Get the hell away from me, get out of my truck,” Hunter yelled as he reached for his sidearm in his hoistal.
“Just relax, everything is fine,” the doctor whispered as he injected the ring’s needle into Hunter’s right thigh.
“What are you doing,” Hunter suddenly felt a tingle running up his thighs to his crotch as the ran stroked his leg through the uniform pants. It became so hard to think.
“Just relax, you remember how good it is to surrender to your master,” the doctor stroked his leg up to his bulging crotch.
“My master,” Hunter’s eyes glazed over and he whispered.
“You don’t need this,” Dr. Davis took the pistol from the seal’s strong hand.
Hunter looked at his gun and then at Davis with a look of both fear and lust. The doctor made sure the safety was on and the bullet cartridge empty. He then placed the gun against Hunter’s crotch. Hunter swallowed hard as the doctor rubbed the hard metal gun against his throbbing cock. The doctor moved the gun up and down Hunter’s bulging crotch. The hardness of the weapon felt so good against his cock. The doctor then moved the gun barrel lower, between the tough warrior’s legs and rubbed where Hunter’s hole lay hidden under the tight uniform.
“Please,” Hunter moaned. His voice was deep and masculine.
He flexed his ass against the gun as it slid in and out from under him. Hunter began to remember the video from earlier in the day, telling him how good it was to serve and obey his master. While teasing Hunter’s crotch with his gun with one hand, Dr. Davis moved his other hand up the warrior’s right, smooth bulging bicep. Hunter’s biceps were as big as the older man’s head. The pale skin was tight over the huge muscles, displaying the thick vascular veins pressing against the skin. Hunter sat back in the truck, breathing heavily as the older man felt him up. The doctor reached over and cupped his pecs through the uniform shirt. The big slabs of meat were stretching the thin shirt material.
“That’s a good boy,” the doctor whispered as he slowly unbuttoned the lower button of the polo style uniform shirt.
Hunter moaned as the doctor slid his hand in the shirt and felt up the smooth pecs. Davis then worked his hand up Hunter’s massive shoulders and thick neck. Hunter leaned his head back and looked at his new master through his sunglasses. The more the older man touched and explored him, the more submissive the big tough warrior became.
Leaving the gun on Hunter’s bulging crotch, Dr. Davis undid his own pants and pulled out his cock. Hunter’s eyes lowered to the thick cock before him. His right hand moved as if on it’s own and wrapped his calluses fist around the thick cock. Hunter never thought he would be touching another man’s cock. He was all man, no weak faggot. Yet there he was moving his fist up and down the older man’s cock. For the first time in his adult life, Hunter felt inferior and submissive to another man. With a firm grip on the large man’s neck, the doctor guided Hunter down on his lap. All will power and strength was gone from the elite warrior as he obediently bent over and took the cock into his mouth.
“That’s a good boy,” the doctor whispered as he stroked the seal’s wide back.
The fabric of the uniform shirt felt so soft against the hardness of the thick muscles under it. Hunter never had a cock in his mouth and the masculine stud was gagging and coughing over it. Unable to breathe, Hunter tried to pull off of it but the doctor placed another hand on the back of his bald shaved head and kept the stronger, bigger man down. Tears ran from the tough warrior’s eyes and down his masculine rugged cheeks. Dr. Davis was guiding his head on and off his cock, while running his other hand down the v-shape back. The shirt was stretched over the massive muscles and rode up out of the belted uniform beige pants, revealing the stud’s smooth lower back. The doctor stroked the v shape cuts of the warrior’s lower back as the tough stud sobbed and drooled over his cock. The doctor took the empty gun from Hunter’s lap and pushed it into the back of the warrior’s tight pants. The uniform pants were stretched over a beautiful shaped, large ass. He moved the gun barrel in and out of the pants, between the deep valley of the sculpted ass. Hunter moaned louder and began to wriggle his manly muscular ass like a hungry slut. It was then that Dr. Davis noticed the large wet spot on the front of Hunter’s pants. The doctor smiled, the elite warrior had come in his own pants without even touching himself.
“Good boy”, the doctor patted Hunter’s head as the tough warrior cried like a baby.
Hunter felt humiliated and aroused at the same time. He came in his own pants while being dominated by an older, smaller built man. His straight, alpha facade was destroyed. His only purpose now was to serve real men like his master. Dr. Davis rewarded his newest slave with a load of his cum. Hunter obediently swallowed the protein rich load and completely surrendered to his new master.
The tall, muscular seal obediently followed his master from the truck, back into the barracks. As he followed, he pulled off his shirt and his stained uniform pants. He walked submissively in just his jockstrap and his combat boots. In the gym, they were greeted with the slight of Logan’s muscular arms and legs bound to the metal frames of the smith machine. He was naked except for his heavy boots. His limbs were lifted and spread so that his hole was exposed and open. His own underwear were shoved into his mouth, to keep him from yelling. The look of fear spread over the younger man’s face at the sight of the doctor and his half naked friend. Mitch and Cody also stood naked on either side of him. Their cocks once again grew hard at the sight of their master.
2021-09-14 01:09:04 +0000 UTC
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Seal Team Alpha Chapter 7
Dr. Davis moved between the two muscular men and began to soap up each man’s wide smooth backs. He took turns paying attention to each elite warrior's hard bodies, working his hands down their chisel muscles to their large muscle packed asses. Both Cody and Mitch’s asses were firm and smooth, perfectly sculpted by years of intense training. He moved them closer together as he placed a hand on each man’s ass, moving his hand down the deep valleys to their tight hidden holes. Both tough seals moaned at the same time as he pushed a soapy finger into them. They were feeling pure pleasure as the soapy fingers moved in and out of them, stroking their insides. Dr. Davis leaned in and kissed Cody’s thick muscular neck sending shrivels through the younger man. The shower water washing over his lust filled face. The doctor then turned to Mitch and kissed his neck. Their cocks were standing straight out from their firm, hard bodies. The doctor then pushed a second finger into each man.
“Stroked each other’s cocks,” the doctor whispered.
They both turned to face each other and obediently took each other’s cocks into their hands. They were only a foot apart, as their strong hands stroked each other. Their cocks felt thick and slippery in their hands. The doctor was beside them, his fingers fucking and stretching their tight holes. He then guided them closer.
“Kiss each other,” Dr. Davis ordered.
The two masculine friends leaned in and kissed each other. It was the first time Cody ever kissed another man and only man, besides his master, that Mitch had kissed. Their tongues wrestled and dominated each other as they explored one another. The doctor leaned in and joined them. The three men made out as the water ran down them. The two butch, alpha males moaned in the doctor’s mouth as their masculine facade melt. They whimper and moan as he controls them. Davis was the first to pull away. Both men looked at him in lust and devotion. They couldn’t imagine not being his slaves, to obediently serving him. The memories of their straight lives are gone. The doctor pulled his fingers from their tight manpussies, leaving the muscular men feeling empty. Dr. Davis then soaped up his own large thick cock. He moved behind the tattooed Cody and bent the taller younger man over so that his sexy full lips were even with Mitch’s hard, throbbing cock. Cody was in ecstasy as his master then pushed into his tight ass. It was pure pleasure as the thick cock slid deep inside him and began to move in and out of the tight canal. For support he grabbed hold of Mitch’s large thighs. Mitch felt jealous of not having the doctor’s cock up his ass, but at the same time he was happy that his men, especially his friend Cody, are experiencing the pleasure of serving the master. To reward the loyal slave, the doctor instructed Cody to take Mitch’s cock into his mouth. Cody’s mouth felt so good on Mitch’s cock, that Mitch gripped his tall subordinate’s head and began to fuck it. Cody was getting spit roasted by both older men and he was in ecstasy. As he thrusted in and out of the tight sailor’s ass, Dr. Davis smiled at Mitch. Mitch’s eyes were closed as he was enjoying the tightness of Cody’s throat and the suction of the nice full lips on his cock. The sound of the younger man’s grunts and gagging was intoxicating. Dr. Davis reached over and twisted Mitch’s right nipple. Mitch’s eyes shot open and he let out a deep moan. His firm, pointing nipples were so sensitive that Mitch couldn’t hold back. He threw back his head and came down Cody’s throat. Mitch came with such force that Cody had no choice but to swallow the load down his throat. Yet Mitch came so much that it ran from Cody’s mouth and down the handsome man’s rugged chin. Being used as a cumdumb drove Cody over the edge. The cocky, even arrogant, military stud couldn’t stop himself from cumming. His cock bounced and jerked as he shot his load onto the shower floor. His muscles spasmed as he came and his anal muscles gripped the doctor’s cock. It was like a vice milking his cock, as Davis rammed deep inside the Seal’s ass and paused. “Oh fuck,” the doctor whispered as he came deep inside his slave’s ass.
“Oh, shit, what the. . .,” a voice interrupted the three men. All three turned their heads toward the shower room doorway. Both Cody and Mitch had deer in the headlight looks of fear in their eyes, while Dr. Davis had a smirk of confidence on his face. At the doorway stood two fellow Seals, Hunter and Logan. The expression on their faces was of shock. Dr. Davis' eyes roamed over the two prime muscular soldiers before him. Their uniforms proudly displayed their hard bodies. The doctor pulled out of Cody’s ass with a pop, and he walked toward the two Seals. The newcomers’ eyes were drawn to the older, short man’s cock. The doctor’s cock already grew hard once again at the slight of the two new warriors. Both Hunter and Logan couldn’t keep their own eyes from the doctor’s thick huge cock. He could see their throat muscles moving as they nervously swallowed.
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SEAL TEAM ALPHA CHAPTER 6
After the video ended and the Dr. Davis awakened the SEALs, they were confused,yet feeling refreshed and horny. The straight macho warriors slowly filed out of the conference room to go about their normal daily routine. As for Dr. Davis, he made his way to the barracks's gym. He found Cody at the squat rank in only his boxer briefs with Mitch spotting him from behind. Cody’s legs were strong and powerful as he squatted low to the ground with 600 lbs on the bar. His smooth muscular thighs were bulging as he pushed up and lower back down. His bulge was still noticeable hard in the thin underwear.
“Come on, man, you got this,” Mitch yelled in his masculine booming voice as he encouraged his fellow Seal to press out each rep.
Dr. Davis was pleased with his conquests. He moved behind Mitch and stroked the muscular man’s firm ass. Mitch didn’t even turn around and just let out a deep moan against Cody’s shoulders. Cody’s legs began to shake upon seeing their master through the mirror.
“Keep on,” Davis instructed Cody while he eased Mitch’s shorts down his muscular legs.
Mitch moaned while Cody grunted out more reps. Mitch’s cock popped free as his shorts were pulled down, brushing against his fellow seal’s ass. Mitch’s ass was still smooth and tight looking. Finally Cody couldn’t focus or do another rep. His legs were shaking and sweat was pouring over his perfect body.
“Good, boy,” Davis patted Cody on the back as the elite warrior re-rack the weight.
Davis’s touch sent a shrivel of pleasure through his muscular, strong body. As the doctor kept his hand on Cody’s smooth, bare back, the tough seal felt weak in the knees.
“Take off your underwear,” Davis ordered.
“Yes, sir,” the sailor obeyed as he pulled down his underwear with no questions or objections.
Both Seals were rock hard as they and their cocks stood at attention. They felt so good and proud as Davis began to run his hands over their bodies. Their cocks bounced and throb at his touch. The tough alpha warriors grew more submissive and obedient as he touched them.
“Return to working out,” Dr. Davis ordered as he stepped back.
Naked Mitch ducked under the heavy weighted bar and began his sets of squats. As he squatted low, his muscular ass cheeks spread revealing his smooth manpussy. Mitch’s wife did a good job on shaving the rugged Seal’s hole, Dr. Davis mused. As Mitch moved up his sculpted ass flexed and tightened. The doctor moved behind Cody and stroked the tall military stud’s ass. Cody let out a low moan as the doctor moved his hand down the deep valley between the firm sculpted cheeks. Cody closed his eyes and leaned forward as the doctor found his tight hole. He braced himself on the frame of the squat station. Mitch continued to perform each squat rep as he watched his friend through the mirror getting finger fucked by their master. He couldn’t focus as he got more aroused watching the scene behind him. His powerful legs began to shake and felt like jello. He finally squatted low and was unable to stand up. Fortunately for him Cody came to his rescue, his naked subordinate and friend wrapped his muscular arms under his armpits and helped him up. Mitch could feel Cody’s hard cock pressing against his firm ass cheeks. The two warriors returned the bar to the rack.
“Good boys,” the doctor slapped each stud on their pumped asses. “I think you two need a shower.”
The two naked seals led the doctor to the locker room and showers, just off the weight room. In the locker room, his two slaves obediently undress the doctor. As they knelt to remove his pants they were in awe of his thick cock. The cock was now the center of their lives, the source of their pleasure. Once naked, he followed them into the showers. The shower room was a large communal shower with shower heads along the four walls and a tower pole in the middle of the room with four shower heads. Mitch and Cody each turned on a shower head on the far wall, beside each other. They both ducked under the shower heads and let the water cascade over their hard muscular bodies. The water ran down their chisel pecs and abs, over their massive shoulders and down their wide v-shape backs to their pump, well developed asses.
2021-09-11 01:09:53 +0000 UTC
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SEAL Team Alpha Chapter 5
Dr. Davis was pleased with how the process was proceeding. The most elite fighting force on the planet is under his control. The doctor moved among the mindless sailors and marines that were staring at the calming flashes and spirals on the large monitor. He moved behind each muscular younger man running his hands over their broad shoulders.
“My touch brings you pleasure, pure arousing pleasure,” he spoke as he stroked each man’s thick neck and massive shoulders. “It feels so good to be submissive and obedient to my touch.”
Several of those straight alpha studs were even drooling. He came up behind Max, the bury marine Corporal, with his ball cap turned backwards. The blue t-shirt was stretched over large meaty pecs, and the sleeves were tight over his muscular, tattooed arms. He was leaning his chair back, his jeans were tight over his bulging lap and huge thighs. His wedding ring was visible on his hand as he rubbed his hard on in the tight jeans. Davis moved behind Max and began to massage the massive shoulders.
“It feels so good to obey, to serve another man,” Davis rubbed and squeezed the thick muscles. As he did so, he twisted his own ring and injected another dose of his mind control drug into the thick vein of Max’s neck. Max merely groaned as drool ran down his bearded chin.
“My touch turns you on so much. It makes you so horny,” Davis moved his hands down the muscular chest, feeling the powerful pecs under the tight blue t-shirt. He leaned in and whispered into the stud’s ear, licking it, “pull down your jeans.”
Max undid his pants and lifted up his ass from the chair just enough to slide his pants down to his boots. His cock was clearly visible in his white briefs. It was leaking through the cotton material. His thighs were muscular and powerful. He was all man.
As Dr. Davis cupped and groped Max’s heavy pecs, he whispered into the seal’s ear again, “good boy. Now reach into your briefs and jack off for me.”
Max lifted his waistband with his left hand and reached his right hand into the briefs and wrapped his fist around his throbbing cock. He began to feverishly jack off his cock while staring at the monitor. Dr. Davis continued to feel up the tight masculine muscles. Max’s moans and breathing began to grow louder and more intense. The very touch of the older man was sending him over the edge.
“Good, come for me,” Dr. Davis whispered as he twisted the hard nipples through the t-shirt.
The look of pure bliss filled his face and his eyes glazed over. Max grunted and began to shoot his load over his stomach and chest. He never came so hard in his life. He came in waves, one after another. The thick ropes of cum shot high in the air and even landed on his face and beard.
“Good boy,” Max reached down and scoop up some of the rich, thick cum in his hand.
Davis then lifted his hand to Max’s mouth and the tough, masculine seal obediently licked the doctor’s fingers, eating his own cum.
2021-09-10 00:40:44 +0000 UTC
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SEAL Team Alpha Chapter 4
The 16members of the elite Seal team gathered in the conference room. They were loud and macho as they talked and joked with each other. Some were in their camouflage uniforms while others were in t-shirts and jeans. However, each man filled out their clothes nicely. Their large biceps stretched their shirt sleeves and their pants proudly displayed strong legs and round asses. The doctor never saw so much raging testosterone in one room.
Dr. Davis smiled as he noticed Cody sitting in the front row of tables. The younger man was trying to hide his hard on in the camie pants. His hard cock had made the crotch of the uniform pants tight around his lap. Cody nervously drank the water that was set on the table before him. Although he tried not to draw attention to his hard cock, Cody couldn’t help himself from adjusting his hardon. The doctor saw the bags under the handsome marine’s eyes. He knew the muscle grunt didn’t sleep well. Davis imagine the tall tough marine was jacking off his cock most of the night as he replayed the first time he was fucked.
In the row behind Cody, sit Jon “Blazen”. Mitch told Dr. Davis before the meeting, in between sucking on the older man’s cock, that the team called Jonathan, Blazen due to his quick outgoing personality. The normally quick witted sailor was quiet as he poured himself some of the water from the pitcher on the table. The drug that the doctor had injected from his ring already was having a mild effect on the elite sailor. Blazen was blinking and shaking his handsome head as he tried to focus.
Dr. Davis was pleased as he looked around at the marines and sailors pouring themselves glasses of water and drinking it down. Finally Mitch whistled to draw everyone's attention to the front of the room.
Mitch played his part well, “men, higher ups believe we are stressed and need to learn how to properly relieve that stress.” Several of the men laughed. “Dr. Davis here has volunteered to show us several techniques on how to reduce stress.”
Mitch stepped aside and the doctor approached the podium, “thank you, sergeant. Stress comes in many forms,” the doctor addressed the already bored military men. “The ones most accessible to stress are younger men and men that are often considered alpha males. Society always considered alpha males to be always in control and in charge. Society puts a lot of pressure on alphas to lead and be strong. In addition, men like you also have the added stress of the risk your jobs have during missions. There are several techniques to combat stress and I had made a video to help each of you relax,” Davis motioned toward Mitch who had moved to the back of the room to turn off the lights.
When the lights went out, Davis used a remote in his hand to start a video on the large television screen that dominated the conference room front wall. The screen was filled with pulsating lights and moving spirals.
“Now, everyone take a deep breath, breathe in and out. Deep relaxing breath. Focus on the spirals and the relaxing colors,” Davis spoke in a calming, relaxing voice. He noticed the grubbing dying down, as the men grew quiet and focused on the flashes and spirals. The drug water had made them accessible and palatable to his control.
“Good, breathe in and out. Each of you is trained to take orders. To trust your superiors. Obeying orders and trusting your superiors saves lives. It feels good to obey and follow orders. Breathe in and out. When you follow orders and give up control and obey, all stress fades away.”
Dr. Davis moved from out behind the podium and moved among the quiet military men. Each one stared straight ahead, their minds blank. Their muscular chests move up and down as they breathe in and out. Davis moved behind Blazen and placed his hands on each mountainous shoulder. He then started rubbing the massive shoulders as he continued to take the seals further under his control. Blazen’s shoulders were like muscles on top of muscles, thick layers.
“Breathe in and out,” Davis continued as he moved his hands down the sailor’s huge pecs. “Relax. It feels so good to relax and obey. All stress fades and is replaced with pure pleasure as you obey and surrender. Surrendering to your superior's orders is pleasurable.” Davis cupped Blazen’s pecs, squeezing them.
“You will serve your superior, give up all control to me, I am your superior. You trust me completely, you feel so good when you focus on my command and orders,” Davis moved to Cody.
Leaning in and whispering into the younger man’s ear, “take out your cock and play with it.”
“Yes, sir,” the muscular marine reached down and unzipped his jeans. He pulled out his cock and started to stroke it. “Good boy,” the doctor kissed the thick muscular neck. “Now lift up your shirt, you love showing off your sexy body.”
“Yes, sir,” Cody lifted his shirt and showed off his chisel, tan 8 pack.
The doctor moved his hands down and traced the cobblestone abs. “Good boy, now you will go to the gym and workout in your underwear until I come to get you.”
“Yes, sir,” Cody stood up and headed toward the door with his cock pointed straight out of his jeans.
No one noticed as Cody left the room. The Doctor then moved back to Blazen, “now Jonathan, I want you to stand up and remove your pants.”
Without question or resistance, Blazen stood up and undid his belt and pants. He dropped this to his boots and stood in only a pair of tight white briefs. The whiteness of the briefs contested beautifully with his milk chocolate body.
“Keep your boots on but remove your pants,” Davis ordered.
Blazen did as he was told as he struggled to get the camouflage pants over his heavy boots. When he removed his pants, he continued to stand and stared at the television monitor. The doctor moved closer and reached under the sailor’s green spandex shirt and fondled the impressive bulge in the white briefs.
“Remove your shirt and stand at attention,” the doctor whispered.
Blazen pulled the tight shirt over his head and then stood at attention. As the rest of the seals continued to stare at the flashing lights and spiral, Dr. Davis freely explored the navy seal’s hard ripped body.
“When your superior touches you it feels so good and arousing. There is no shame, no inhibitions when your master touches and explores your body,” The doctor addresses the group while running his hands over Blazen huge, hard pecs.
The bulge in Blazen’s briefs grew obscenely. “You feel only pleasure when your master worships and uses your body. You will dream of him enjoying your body, fucking your muscle ass,” he continued to address the mindless Seals as moved his hands down to Blazen’s hard round ass. The briefs were stretched over the large mounds of muscles.
The doctor was pleased as he heard several deep masculine moans and groans through the room. He knew his commands were sinking through their docile minds as images of him using and fucking them filled their minds. Each muscular seal warrior had hardons bulging their pants. Looks of blissful lust were etched on each man’s rugged, handsome faces. None more so than Blazen as the hands of his master and one true superior explored and used his beautiful manly body. He felt so horny as his briefs were pulled down over his muscular bubble ass. He obediently leaned forward as the doctor moved a finger down between his full sculpted ass cheeks and probed his tight virgin hole. The muscular ass was so smooth and flawless.
“You feel only pleasure when your master uses your ass. You each are men, strong alpha males. You are built to be strong. You want to prove you are a man by taking a pounding. The harder you take a cock up your ass, the more masculine and proud you feel.”
As he pushed the finger into Blazen’s tight hole and stroked his inside, “you feel only pleasure, unbelievable pleasure.”
Blazen moaned and gripped the table in front of him. His monstrous cock was rock hard. He pushed a second finger into the tight sailor’s hole. The look on the masculine face was pure pleasure. The doctor lean in and whispered into Blazen’s ear, “cum”
Blazen moaned and without touching himself he shot his load onto the table. “Good boy, now lick it up.”
2021-09-08 13:19:33 +0000 UTC
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SEAL TEAM ALPHA CHAPTER 3
Cindy had missed Mitch’s thick cock up her vagina. It had been weeks since he had fucked her but the wait was worth it. Mitch’s strong hands cupped over her firm, large breasts as his cock thrusted in and out of her pussy from behind. Behind them both was Dr. Davis, spooned up behind Mitch’s muscular back. One of Mitch’s thick thighs was resting over Cindy’s legs, giving the master access to the SEAL Officer’s tight manpussy. The doctor had firm control of them both as he guided Mitch in and out of his wife. Mitch was in complete ecstasy in feeling Cindy’s pussy around his cock and the doctor’s larger cock deep inside his tight ass. The doctor’s hands and cock was controlling the rhythm of Mitch’s fucking of his wife. As Dr. Davis thrusted up the tight SEAL ass, Mitch plowed into Cindy. As he pulled out, the doctor pulled Mitch out of her pussy.
Finally, Dr. Davis whispered into Mitch’s ear, gently licking the former alpha’ sensitive earlobe, “cum for me baby.”
Mitch grunted and let out a deep masculine groan as he started coming into Cindy. Cindy cried out as she felt him rammed hard and rough into her and his seed flooded her. While Mitch orgasmed his strong ass muscles gripped the doctor’s cock like a vice and began to milk it. The doctor moaned loudly and shot his cum deep inside Mitch. After he pulled out of the tough warrior’s ruined hole, the married couple slid down on either side of him, as the doctor laid on his back. Both Mitch and Cindy began to clean his cock. The doctor stroked Mitch’s buzzed haircut as the straight stud grew used to his new role as a beta.
The next morning, Mitch woke to the feeling of his new master’s cock in his ass. He felt so blissful being held tight by his master and feeling the thickness of his cock deep inside his ass. He could smell Cindy cooking breakfast for them downstairs. As Davis slowly slid his cock in and out of Mitch’s used hole, the doctor whispered his instructions into Mitch’s ear. Mitch knew he had to obey his master for the doctor knows what is best for him and the SEAL team. His men would be so happy in their new lives.
Later, while they ate breakfast in the kitchen, Mitch remained naked as he sat at the kitchen table eating. Dr. Davis was wearing the robe Mitch normally wore around the house, but the tough military stud had no objection. Davis is now master of the house and Mitch as his slave should be naked. As Mitch ate, the doctor reached over and fondled the larger man’s big, impressive balls and cock. Mitch moaned as his cock rose to attention.
After Dr. Davis finished breakfast, it was time to get ready to go to the base. Upon his instructions, Mitch had notified the rest of the team they were having a mandatory meeting at the base. Then the two men showered together. Mitch leaned under the shower as Davis washed his muscular wide back and down to his muscle packed ass. He never knew how good it was to be submissive to another man. Having another man take care of him, and use him. The doctor wrapped his arms around Mitch’s sculpted torso and wrapped his soapy fist around Mitch’s cock. Mitch moaned as the water cascaded down his body while the doctor’s cock slid into his manpussy. The doctor had decided, while fucking Mitch yet again, this time in the shower, he have no use for Cindy anymore. He had complete control of the tough alpha Seal. He was sure that he would find a proper trafficker in women to take the bitch off his hands. She had often cheated on Mitch, the husband she claimed to adore. It was very easy for the doctor to seduce her.
When they were already to leave, Dr. Davis climbed into the passenger seat of Mitch’s topless jeep. Mitch wore only green silkies, a tight t-shirt, and his military boots as he drove. Davis ordered him to wear no underwear under the thin shorts. As Mitch drove, Dr. Davis freely reached over and stroked Mitch’s muscular thighs. The man moved his hand further up Mitch’s leg, stroking the thick vein of his right inner thigh. Mitch let out a deep low groan as his shorts were pushed up his thighs as far as possible. The doctor was pleased as the seal’s cock head poked out of the shorts. Mitch’s cock was once again rock hard due to his raging alpha male testosterone. The doctor reached further over and rubbed the red mushroom head between his fingers. With the doors of the jeep removed the doctor’s toying with the tough warrior’s cock was clearly visible. When they pulled up to the base’s gate, the doctor had a hard time keeping from laughing at the sight of the younger marine guard at the main gate. The marines' eyes wide at seeing the Seal sergeant rock hard in the thin tiny shorts. The handsome younger man strutted as he tried not to look too much at the impressive tube in the shorts. It was obvious the younger man was gay and the doctor made a mental note. He may send the gay marine a gift of an obedient Seal.
As Mitch parked his jeep in front of the Team Alpha barracks, a light milk chocolate adonis in camouflage pants and a skin tight spandex approached them. The shirt was molded over his large pecs and chisel 8 pac. The shirt’s short sleeves were stretched over the large biceps. The Adonis’s milk chocolate skin was tight and flawless over the thick bulging muscles. The seals were exempted from the strict navy clean shaven policy to allow them to bend in with locals while on missions, as a result most wore beards and had longer hairs. However, Jon Blazen was clean shaven with short, dark curly hair.
“Serg, what up,” the 6’3 military stud came up to them.
“Dr. Davis, this is Jon Blazen,” Mitch introduced the muscular Seal to the smaller man.
Blazen grip was strong in the doctor’s hand. Dr. Davis twisted his ring on his hand and delivered a pick into Blazen’s hand. The seal pulled away his hand.
“Sorry about that, my ring is quite old,” the doctor smiled.
The ring delivered a dose of his mind control drug into Blazen’s system. Davis saw great possibilities in him.
“What kind of doctor are you, may I ask,” Blazen asked.
“I am a Psychologist,” Dr. Davis responded. He knew the adonis didn’t trust him.
“Doc has developed techniques in controlling stress. And he is gracious enough to agree to demonstrate them to us,” Mitch spoke up.
“Do we need stress relief,” Blazen laughed.
“Orders from higher ups. See you at 1100 hours in the conference room,” Mitch responded.
“Sure, serg,” Blazen walked away.
The doctor admired the tall muscular elite warrior walking away from him. It will be a pleasure to take him, Davis thought to himself. It was a nice full ass flexing as Blazen moved away in the perfect fitted camie pants. His legs were strong and powerful. The doctor then turned and followed Mitch into the barracks to prepare for the meeting he called.
Coby arrived in the conference room at 1100 hours. He sat at one of the conference tables and poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher that was placed on the table earlier. Each table had a pitcher on it for two seal fighters to share. When Davis entered the conference room, Cody turned white. He had been jacking off to images of that man for most of the night, now the doctor was standing feet away from him. Dr. Davis noticed Cody and smiled at him. Cody felt his cock stirring in his jeans. He found himself wanting to get fucked by the older man. Cody could even feel his hole flexing in his pants, wanting the feel of the older man’s cock inside him.
2021-09-07 02:02:44 +0000 UTC
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Mitch was on all fours on the bed freely telling every secret and confidential information he was privy to, while Dr. Davis was fucking him from behind. He moaned and begged for more as the tough SEAL was reduced to a whimpering cock slut. He told his new master who was on the secret elite team, who was married, who was single, their age, body types. He detailed every recent mission. Mitch was unable to stop himself. His new master has complete control of his mind and powerful muscular body. The only thing he cared about was how good the cock felt inside his tight ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Dr. Davis pounded in and out of his ass. The doctor held on to the muscular chisel waist while ramming in and out of the tough warrior.
Across the room, sits his wife Cindy. She was playing with her pussy as she watched her masculine, alpha husband getting fucked and used by the man she grew to call her lover and master. Since Mitch got home from the Middle East on his last mission, Dr. Davis instructed her to drug his food every night and set up a hidden speaker in their bedroom. As Mitch slept his drugged mind was bombarded with subliminal messages. A small part of her felt guilty but the doctor convinced her that it was for Mitch’s best interest. For the most part though she felt good in obeying her master. She knew Mitch would soon feel the same way.
Mitch groaned loud from the bed as he shot his second load in an hour onto the bed under him. His muscles flexed and veins expanded as his master fucked him over and over. Mitch’s body was made to take it rough and the doctor was definitely putting him through his paces. The tough elite warrior never realized how good it felt to be fucked and used by another man. Everytime the master’s cock pounded his tiny prostate, waves of pleasure shot through his big powerful muscles.
Across town, Cody returned to his apartment alone having once again struck out at the bars. He pulled off his shirt and walked over to a full size mirror and checked himself out. He was handsome and definitely had a killer body, thick and muscular in all the right places. His massive arms were tattooed and his pecs were huge and firm. Cody ran his hands down his chisel abs. He thought he looked like a god, which was a problem in getting women he wanted. He comes off as too arrogant and cocky.
“Their lost,” Cody thought as he undid his large belt buckle and pushed his jeans down.
His white briefs were packed with the outline of an impressive cock, which he called the ladykiller. “It's just you and me, buddy, again tonight,” Cody squeezed his crotch.
Cody pulled the jeans over his boots and threw them toward the bathroom as he headed to his bedroom. He flopped down on his bed before pulling his cock out of his briefs and began to jack off. He tried to picture the women he saw at the bar. However, his mind wanders back to Mitch’s neighbor and the barbecue pool party that the older man threw to welcome the team back home. He thought about all the Diltf that was there, he meant miltf. Cody remembers flirting with some hot cougars. Even Cindy, his best friend and superior’s wife, was flirting with him by making sure he had a fresh cold beer in his hand during the party. Mitch had no idea how much of a slut his wife was. Instead of hooking up with one of the women, he vaguely remembered leaving them to follow Davis into the house. He pictured himself standing in front of the older man in just his short navy silkies on. Cody laid on the bed, eyes closed, beating his cock with his fist faster as he pictured the older man reaching out and touching his pecs. Cody moved his hand to his pecs and felt them up. Cody saw the doctor was talking to him but he couldn’t remember what he was saying. The muscular tough seal moved his hand down his chisel 8 pack, as his mind relived and his left traced the movement of the doctor’s hand on that night. The image of the doctor gripping his cock through the silky short shorts felt so real.
“God, it couldn’t had happened, I’m not gay,” a part of Cody mind screamed. “No way I would let a pervert fondle me like that.” However, he remembered how good it felt. His cock was rock hard throbbing in his fist as he jerked faster and harder. He saw in his mind, Dr. Davis reached into his shorts and pulled out the seal’s hard cock.
“God, his hand felt so good,” Cody moaned.
Cody remembered his will power and alpha persona melting as he leaned against the older man while getting the best hand job he ever received. He could still feel the older man’s breath on his ear as he whispered into his ear. Cody couldn’t remember what was said but it didn’t matter. Cody just knew it felt so good when the doc told him to cum. After the testosterone pumped warrior finished coming in the doctor’s hand, Cody vividly watched through his mind’s eye the doctor feeding him his own cum. The masculine sailor licked the fingers and hand clean. Cody threw his head back on the pillows and licked his lips. He wanted to taste the salty, protein rich cum again. Cody was on the edge of coming. Finally he arched his back off the mattress and shot his load into the air. He was a mess after he finished coming, covered with cum. He looked down at his smooth torso at the thick gobs of cum between the cut valleys of his abs. His hand reached down and scooped up the cum and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and then licked his own cum from his hand. It tasted so familiar. After licking his hands clean, he just laid on the bed confused.
“What the fuck was that,” he whispered to himself. “I’m no faggot. No way that actually happened,” he was mixed with emotions, anger, shame, humiliation, arousal. Cody laid there trying to get a clear memory. He remembered the beers and flirting with the older women, but everything else was hazy. If it didn’t happen, why did his imagination seem so real? Why was he fantasizing about getting a handjob from another man? Why did the taste of his own cum tasted so familiar?
2021-09-03 00:37:07 +0000 UTC
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Seal’s Homecoming
“You don’t think Cindy is cheating on you do you,” Cody stood over Mitch as the tattooed navy SEAL pumped out his reps on the bench press.
“Don’t know man.” Mitch pumped out his last set and Cody helped him return the 300lbs weighted barbell back to the rack over Mitch’s head. Mitch sat up on the bench and used his discarded shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead and his bare, tattooed pecs. “Don’t know man. Ever since I got back from the last mission, she has been acting weird. All she talks about is that new neighbor, Dr. Davis.”
Cody laughed, “trust me. I saw the guy when we were barbecuing last weekend. He has nothing on you. Cindy got to be nuts to leave a SEAL for a turp like that. Anyway I was definitely getting gay vibes from that man. How he kept looking at us around the pool”
“Yeah, I guess you're right . You would know if he was gay or not. You know what they say,” Mitch joked with his fellow navy SEAL.
“Whatever, man,” Cody laughed back.
“I better go,” Mitch looked at his watch. “Cindy is inviting Dr. Davis over for dinner,” he rolled his eyes as he got up from the bench.
“Ok, see you tomorrow,” Cody responded as the two muscular elite sailors gathered up their workout gear.
They were working out for two hours in the hot weight room of the elite SEAL team base. Mitch didn’t bother putting on his shirt as he exited the gym and got into his jeep. The top and doors were off his jeep and he was enjoying the sun and the breeze from the nearby harbor as he drove off the base toward his home. He was proud of his body and loved showing it off. It was the body of an elite warrior, the best of the best.
Mitch didn’t tell Cody most of what was going on. Ever since he came back from the last mission and met Dr. Davis at his house, Mitch has been having weird dreams. The first night he dreamed that he was sitting in a chair in their bedroom, watching Davis fuck Cindy in front of him. He could only watch and jack off his cock. When Mitch came in his dream, the doctor told him to lick his fingers clean. He licked his fingers as he watched Dr. Davis pounds Cindy in front of him. When he woke he discovered he had came in his sleep. Each night the dreams got more graphic, and began to dream of getting fucked by the older man. Mitch would be naked as he took the cock down his tight throat or up his virgin ass. Every night he woke up and found that he came. He even dreamed the night after the neighborhood barbecue that Davis and the middle age men of the neighborhood were gang fucking him and his seal team. His team, men he considered brothers, were laying around the doctor’s pool, naked as the older men took turns fucking them. Even though he was rock hard as he dreamed and even came in his sleep, as soon as he touched Cindy he grew soft and was unable to satisfy her. She was understanding and blamed it on PTSD.
“Davis said that stress can have negative reactions to men sex drive,” she try to be understanding.
“You are telling Davis about our sex life,” Mitch tried not to yell.
“Well he is a psychologist. Maybe you should talk to someone,” Cindy left it at that.
There were specialists at the base but he couldn’t actually tell them about his dreams of getting fucked by middle aged men.
Mitch pulled into his driveway. He wore only his sneakers, thin workout shorts, and his ball cap as he picked up his gym bag from the back of the jeep and walked inside.
“Baby, you home,” Cindy greeted him at the door with a hug and a cold beer for him
She reminded Mitch of some fifties’ housewife in her dress and apron. He rarely saw her wearing a dress around the house before his last deployment.
“Dr. Davis is in the living room. Why don’t you have a beer with him while I finish getting dinner ready,” Cindy stood on her toes and kissed him on the left cheek.
Mitch fawns at Davis’ name, “I better get a shower.”
“Nonsense, you are just fine. Come be a good host and keep me company while Cindy finishes dinner,” Davis stood at the entrance way to the living room.
Mitch thought the older man looked so smog standing there in his house, with a scotch glass in his hand. He tried not to get mad. Cindy knew he was keeping the scotch for a special occasion. Mitch took a large swing from the cold beer as he followed Davis into the living room.
“That’s a very good scotch you have. It's rich, a very good year,” Davis slipped the rare scotch.
“Yes, it is. It was a gift from my former commanding officer,” Mitch took another drink of his beer trying not to get angry.
“Was he your commanding officer in SEAL team alpha,” Davis took another slip.
Mitch was surprised. Cindy knew that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone that he was in the SEAL, especially that he was an officer in Team Alpha.
“That’s classified,” Mitch responded coldly.
However, he found he wasn’t mad as he slowly began to feel mellow.
“Oh, don’t blame Cindy. She was just concerned for you. You have a very stressful and dangerous job. Having all your men depending on you for their safety. Always in charge,” Davis' voice suddenly felt relaxing to Mitch.
He found it harder to think.
“Cindy told me so much about you. She really loves you and wants the best for you. She knows sometimes it best for men like you to give up control to another man, when they are away from their high risk, stressful jobs.”
“Give up control,” Mitch was confused. His head was throbbing.
Davis laughed, “I’m glad I finally met you. Cindy is always telling me how hot you are. Even while I was fucking her, she told me how sexy and hot you are.”
“What,” Mitch barely comprehends what Davis was saying.
“Now, be a good little soldier and take off your shorts,” Davis slip his scotch,
Mitch couldn’t think as he found himself standing up from his chair and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. He stared at Davis as he pulled the shorts down his muscular legs. He was wearing a small black jockstrap.
“Very nice, I told her you will look very good in them,” Davis smiled at the half naked elite sailor. “Now crawl over to me and suck my cock,” Davis ordered as he unzipped his own pants.
Mitch couldn’t think or resist as he sank to his knees and crawled over to the older man. When he reached Davis, his new master turned Mitch’s cap around and guided masculine seal head down on his cock. He felt so submissive and turned on as he began to suck Davis’ large, thick cock.
Cindy came out of the kitchen and showed no reach as her masculine, alpha male military stud on his knees giving another man a blowjob.
“Cindy, be a dear and get husband’s ass nice and lubed,” Davis moved Mitch’s head up and down his cock.
Cindy knelt behind Mitch and spread his muscular, firm ass cheeks and buried her face between them. Mitch moaned over cock in his mouth as his wife’s tongue probed his sensitive hole. The tough straight elite warrior began to work the thick cock hard. The sounds of slurping, gagging, and moaning filling the room.
“That’s a good little soldier,” Davis stroked the back of Mitch’s head and down his wide muscle layered shoulders. “Now, tell me all about your next mission. How many men are in your team?”
Davis pulled the muscular warrior off his cock. The doctor then bent the muscular, larger man over the couch and pushed his saliva lubed cock up Mitch’s wet hole. The tough warrior’s head was spinning as he experienced unbelievable pleasure. Mitch couldn’t stop himself from telling everything that he the doctor wanted to know. The only thing that matters to him was making his master happy.
2021-09-02 01:35:16 +0000 UTC
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Alpha Tu Beta Chapter 4
Roger turned around and bumped into the 6’4 frat president.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” Roger was nervous. God he was more beautiful close up, Roger thought to himself as he took in the blonde adonis before him.
“You enjoying yourself, sir,” Jake smiled as he looked down at the smaller built man. His smile was friendly and warm.
“Very much so,” Roger responded.
“I’m glad. It is important for us Alpha Tu beta brothers to make sure our guests are happy and pleased,” Jake smiled.
Roger was amazed how wide Jake's shoulders were. The frat president’s chest was smooth and thick with large silver dollar size nipples. Under the massive pecs were chiseled 8 pack abs and a sexy outie belly button. Jake no longer wore the white jockstrap which he wore when Roger first saw him. Instead he wore a tiny red speedo with the university’s swim team logo on it. The speedo proudly displayed a large impressive bulge. His lower stomach had deep v shape cuts that pointed down into the speedo. Pronounced veins ran up from the speedo. Roger could literally count them. Finally, it appeared that over half of Jake’s height was his legs. They were long and smooth, thick and powerful tree trunks. With his smooth body, Roger decided Jake must be a swimmer.
“Are you on the swim team,” Roger suddenly felt his mouth dry as he looked up at the blue eyes.
Jake smiled, “captain of the swim team.”
“You definitely have a swimmer body,” Roger’s eyes traveled back down the muscle Adonis’s body.
Jake leaned in and whispered into Roger’s ear. His breath was warm against the older man’s ear, “Maybe we can go into my office. It is more quiet and private.”
Roger turned to see if Jerry was still with his two country frat boys, but saw the counter empty. He looked to his left and saw the two frat jocks leading Jerry through a door leading to the basement of the house.
Roger turned back, “sure, lead the way.”
Jake took Roger by the hand and led him out of the kitchen. The jock’s hand was large and strong. Roger's eyes lowered and took in the swim captain’s muscle ass. The tiny speedo barely covered the whole ass. The university’s name was stretched across the back of the speedo, however the top half of Jake’s sculpted ass cheeks were exposed. The every thick, ripping muscles of his incredible back, ass and legs flexed as he walked, making Roger harder as he watched and followed.
Jake led Roger across the crowded entrance hall that was transformed into the main dance floor. They squeezed past the hard, sweaty bodies dancing and grinding against each other. Roger brushed against a sexy black jock on the dance floor. He recognized the jock as the top nfl draft prospect from the university, Seth Dante. Roger made eye contact with the highly popular running back’s half opened dark eyes. The football players' full, thick lips were opened in ecstasy. Roger’s eyes briefly scanned down the torso that looked like it was sculpted from black granite, to the exposed black cock. A white fist was wrapped tightly around the large cock. Roger then noticed the man behind Dante. It was then Roger realized that Seth Dante, the best college running back in the country, was getting his famous ass fucked in the middle of the frat house dance floor. The thick black cock was oozing pre-cum as the older white man rammed in and Out of his ass. Roger had often fantasized about seeing Dante in that very position when he watched the college football games. Seeing Dante making a touchdown in those tight, revealing white football pants, always made him so hard. Now seeing the real thing before him, his imagination of what the football player would look like naked didn’t do Seth Dante justice.
Roger continues to follow Jake into the study which the frat perused as his office. As Roger looked around the rather large study, Jake slid the doors closed. The office was surprisingly sophisticatedly decorated for a frat house with push carpet, wood paneled walls, and fine furniture. Only the college pennants banners and the large ATB over the fireplace gave its fraternity connection away. Roger turned as Jake came up behind him. Jake then slowly knelt down in front of the older man and undid Roger’s pants. Roger was breathing heavily as the star swim captain pulled out his cock and engulfed it in his warm tight mouth.
“Oh god,” Roger moaned as the frat president began to suck him.
Jake worked his tongue over the cock head as his lips fastened tight around Roger’s thick shaft. The tall jock was such a good cocksucker, Roger thought as he grabbed hold of the blonde hair and began to fuck the masculine, handsome face. Jake gagged and coughed on the thick cock. He pulled off the cock, only to have Roger pull him back down on it. The younger and stronger muscle jock didn’t fight as the cock pushed down his tight throat. The macho swim captain was coating Roger’s cock with saliva and drool, lubing it.
Jake pulled off the cock and while stroking it, he looked up, “you have a great dick, sir. I want you to fuck me.”
Jake stood up and moved to the desk. Roger watched with his hard cock exposed as Jake peeled the tiny red speedo down over his flawless ass cheeks and down his long muscular legs. After he gracefully stepped out of them, Jake turned and laid back on top of the desk. He then grabbed his massive thighs and lifted his long legs into the air. Roger marveled at the beauty of the jock’s tight hole. It was as smooth as the rest of him. It looked so inviting buried between his sculpted firm ass cheeks, that Roger found himself drawn to it. He moved between the powerful legs and his eyes locked on Jake’s. Roger aimed his cock head at the tight little hole. He had lusted after and was denied by jocks like Jake for so long. They were too masculine, too arrogant, too straight to give someone like him the time of day. Now he is going to have one of the sexiest jocks he has ever seen. With Jake’s sliders hanging from his feet, Roger grabbed the smooth swimmer’s calves and roughly pushed into Jake. With the drool and saliva as lube, Roger slid into the jock’s primed ass. Jake was tight as Roger pushed deeper. Roger knew that he wasn’t the only man that had the frat president’s ass that night and was surprised how tight it still was. Jake threw his head back as Roger found his prostate.
Roger loved the look on Jake’s masculine face, a look of pure pleasure. Roger pulled out and then rammed back. He started to get into a good rhythm, thrusting in and out, each time deeper and harder. Masculine jock Jake was whimpering and moaning as his cock slapped against his stomach each time Roger plowed into him. The jock had pulled his knees up to his huge pecs to give the older man more access to his pussy. Roger continued to watch the expression on the handsome face. Jake’s face became distorted with waves of pain, pleasure, and pressure.
“Fffuck, fuck my straight pussy,” jake moaned.
Roger pounded harder and faster. He was getting off on dominating that jock. Jake’s anal muscles gripped Roger’s cock each time he thrusted deep inside the swimmer’s ass. The ass felt like a vice around his cock. Roger leaned in and wrapped his hands around Jake’s thick veiny neck and muscle layered traps, and plowed harder into the superble ass. They were both covered in sweat. Jake’s golden tanned body was glistening. His muscles were flexing and his vascular veins popping under Roger’s assault. Roger made one last thrust, deep inside Jake. He was bending the flexible jock almost in half. Roger paused. Then with a long lustful groan he came. He leaned against Jake’s extended hamstrings and closed his eyes as he came. He felt the ass muscles milking every drop from him.
Feeling the warm cum filling him, Jake cried out as his cock jerked and he shot his load. The cum arched through the air and landed on the jock’s handsome face and blonde hair.
2021-09-01 01:23:39 +0000 UTC
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Alpha Tu Beta Chapter 3
After Roger and Jerry fucked the two frat jocks, they went on their separate ways in exploring the house. Roger went back downstairs where the party grew louder and more active. The music was pounding while older men were dancing and rubbing against half naked masculine frat boys. The men ran their hands over the jocks' muscular pecs and down their ripped abs while the jocks were grinding their hard cocks and tight, firm asses against the men. Roger passed a dark corner where a blonde jock in only a white jockstrap sat on an old man’s lap. The man was sucking on the boy’s large pert nipples causing the boy to throw back his head and moaned. However, Roger soon realized that the frat boy was slowly moving up and down on the man’s cock, impaling himself. The boy’s cut cockhead was poking out of the top of the tiny jockstrap, oozing pre-cum. The man’s wrinkled hands were on the boy’s tight, smooth torso guiding the boy up and down as he sucked and nibbled on the sexy large nipples. The boy obviously does a lot of bench presses, Roger thought to himself. He was so tempted to touch the boy’s full pecs. The old man noticed Roger and pulled off the jock’s left nipple, and motioned Roger to join them. Roger moved closer and reached down and felt up the jock’s right pectoral. The blonde frat boy looked up at Roger and smiled. Roger then felt the jock flexing his pectoral muscles against his hand, making them dance. He noticed the look in the blonde jock’s blue eyes. It was the look every frat brother had, a look of blissful lust. There was no intelligence behind those eyes, just a blank blissfulness. The boy didn’t skip a beat in bouncing on the man’s cock, while the old man returned to sucking on the left nipple. Roger moved his hand down and gave the night nipple a twist before walking away.
Roger moved to the living room. The two gogo boy wrestlers were no longer dancing on the coffee tables, but were pulled off their stage by the guests. The remains of their singlets were ripped off them and laid discarded on the floor. Roger made out one of the wrestlers laying on the coffee table with his wrestling booted feet and beautiful sculpted calves hanging over the shoulders of a heavyset older man. The man was sweaty heavily as he thrusted hard and deep into the tough muscular jock. Another man had the wrestler’s head pulled back and was fucking the jock’s mouth. The sounds of men moaning and grunts rose over the loud booming music.
In the dining room, off the living room, a group of men were gathered around a 6’4 tall college bodybuilder. The muscle bound stud took up the entire table as he laid naked with head resting on his massive arms. His 8” cock was pointing straight up as the men took turns taking body shots from his chisel eight pack. Each man would rub a lime on one of the muscle boy’s large nipples and salt on the other nipple, then they poured a shot of tequila over the chisel valleys of his cobblestone abs. The men then licked the tequila as it ran down the deep concaves of his stomach. Once they licked it up they then licked each large, firm nipple. The men each took turns until they got bored. They then flipped the bodybuilder over onto his stomach. His ass was like two large smooth basketballs, with a deep cleavage between them. The men then adjusted their game. They poured the tequila shots on his chisel lower back and licked it up before it could go down between his deep trance to his waiting hole. A lime was pushed into the tight smooth muscle hole for men to suck on after they licked up the tequila. The bodybuilder was laying, moaning with his eyes rolled up into his head as the men took turns licking his ass and teasing his straight yet sensitive hole.
Roger found Jerry in the kitchen talking to two Italian looking studs. They were both sitting on the countertop with their smooth muscular legs spread. As Jerry talked to them, he was moving a hand up between each stud’s legs and stroking their holes.
“So you both have girlfriends,” Jerry asked as he pushed a finger under each stud’s jockstrap and probed their tight, shaved holes.
“Hsss, yes, sssir,” the both jocks hissed as Jerry’s large fingers pushed deep into them.
“Bet you two stud’s fucked a lot of girls,” Jerry moved his fingers in and out of them. He was enjoying using those two cocky studs.
“You bet, sir. Me and Hank love fucking pussy,” the stud in the right moaned as Jerry squeezed in a second finger into their stretched holes.
“How many pussies had you two fucked,” Jerry was so turned on.
“Dozens, sir,” Hank answered in his Texas accent. Besides his jockstrap the only thing he had on was a pair of leather cowboy boots that made him look so sexy.
“How about you, Coby,” Jerry poked the other stud’s hole harder.
“Lost count sir,” Coby hissed. He was definitely an arrogant stud.
“I really like to see you two make out,” Jerry smiled as he finger fucked them.
Their eyes were grazed over as they turned to face each other and leaned in and kissed each other. They made out as Jerry moved his fingers in and out of each jock’s asshole. The outline of their hard cocks is clearly visible through their jocks.
Roger knew Jerry was enjoying himself with the two jocks and didn’t want to disturb them. He turned and bumped into Jake, the frat president.
2021-08-31 01:41:31 +0000 UTC
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Alpha Tu Beta part 2
Roger and Jerry continued down the corridor until they reached the last room. The two best friends stopped and watched hungrily at the two occupants of the room. The two frat brothers were either gymnasts or wrestlers with their smooth, compact, tight bodies. Both were dark hair beauties. They were both on their knees and face down with their muscular backs arched and their smooth asses in the air facing the door. One was on his bed, face down as if he was asleep. The other one was on the floor in front of the door. He was reaching back and gripping his wrestling shoes as he spread his legs and arched his back. Jerry was the first to enter the room, as he was always the leader of their friendship. He approached the jock on the bed and undid his pants. Jerry pulled out his cock as he admired the freshly shaved boy hole. Jerry then crawled on the bed behind the jock and aimed his cock at the flawless, lubed hole.
Meanwhile, Roger squatted behind the boy on the floor. The jock had a pronounced tan line along the waistline. His white pale ass cheeks were spread and his tight hole was open and wet with lube. Roger was both aroused and nervous as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. As he aimed it at the boypussy he noticed the small tattoo on the back of the jock’s right arm. It was a heart with an arrow through it and Sheila written under it. Sheila must be his girlfriend, Roger thought to himself.
“Please, fuck me,” the jock moaned. It was a deep masculine groan. The jock sounds so desperate.
“Fffuck,” Roger’s attention turned to the bed at the sound of the other jock’s cry.
“Man, he is so fucking hot and tight,” Jerry proclaimed as he pounded the jock’s upturned ass.
The look on both Jerry’s and the gymnast’s face were that of pure bliss. Roger turned back to the jock in front of him. The tight hole was literally winking at him. Roger aimed his cock at the hole and pushed in.
“Yes, Fffuck,” the college wrestler moaned.
The boy’s hole was so tight and felt like heaven to Roger as the anal muscles gripped his thick cock. Once he pushed through the jock’s inner ring, Roger pulled out and thrusted back in. The jock was moaning in ecstasy as Roger picked up speed in pounding the tight ass. Each time he rammed harder and deeper into the jock. The jock was pushing back against his thrusts and was working his anal muscles around Roger’s cock. Roger was so turned on, that the normally mild mannered man grabbed the wrestler’s shoulders as he pounded harder and harder.
Jerry was moaning loud as he fucked the gymnast on the bed. The bed was shaking and shrinking under them. “Fuck, fuck me harder,” the gymnast’s moaned. His jock was so hot that it didn’t take Jerry long to come inside the straight jock’s ass.
“Oh, Fffuck, yes, fuck,” Jerry moaned loud as he started to shot his load deep inside the jock. Roger watched the gymnast’s face as the younger man’s eyes rolled back into his head and he knew the jock was coming as well.
Roger began to pick up his pace as he slammed in and out of the tough, sexy wrestler under him. In one hard thrust, he pushed all the way into the jock and paused. He felt the ass muscles flexing around him, milking him. Roger let out a deep moan and he came deep inside the jock’s hole.
2021-08-30 01:25:08 +0000 UTC
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“G&R industries, how many I help you,” Roger answered another customer service call and sat through listening to the customer's complaint.
“I understand, sir. Let me transfer you so that we can schedule you a service visit. Hold on the line. Again, thank you for calling G&R,” Roger tried to be pleasant as he transferred the call. “Idiot,” he whispered as he disconnected the call.
Jerry, his co-worker in the next cubicle and Roger’s best friend, rolled his chair around the corner of the divider, “hey, I just got the confirmation invite for tonight. Are you ready for it?”
“Yeah, I told Louise that we're going bowling,” he whispered.
“Ha, Dude who bowls anymore,” Jerry laughed but remembered to keep his voice down.
“I hope it's not some bullshit. A frat house of straight jocks who let men fuck them?” Roger sounds sceptical.
“Trust me, man, it's true. Edward from the bar went last month and told me the jocks were 100% college beekcakes and each one wanted to get fucked,``Jerry whispered.
“But straight,” Roger responded.
Jerry looked around and leaned in, “I did some checking. Supposedly, they are the most exclusive frat on campus, only taking the best jock types. A professor in the psych department brought their frat house and to make the rent they have to throw those parties for gay men.”
“Well, I hope they are hot. $500 is a lot,” Roger replied before he took the next service call.
Roger hated his job and his life. When he graduated from college ten years ago he wasn’t expecting to be working at a customer call center and have a live-in girlfriend. However, the pay was good and Louise, his girlfriend, was a nurse and made good money as well. However, the worst thing about his life was that he was in the closet. He occasionally went out to the gay bars with Jerry, but always made an excuse of doing something else when questioned by Louise. He rarely hooked up. Roger had long since given up working out, due to the lack of time and motivation. As for Jerry, he does go to the gym, but it was mostly to watch the hot muscle boys. Jerry was single unlike Roger but came from a well to do rich conservative family who would disown him if they knew his preference for men. Although, neither of them had sex with each other and were best friends, they were the closest thing they ever had to having boyfriends. They do everything together and we’re inseparable.
Around 7 o’clock, Roger said goodbye to his girlfriend and exited his apartment. By the time he got out of the apartment building, Jerry was waiting for him in his convertible.
“A new car from your dad,” Roger asked as he climbed into the car.
“Yeah, late birthday present. What did Louise say,``Jerry responded as he pulled out into traffic.
“She said have fun,” Roger said as he enjoyed the wind in his hair.
Jerry laughed, “we definitely will.”
The two men arrived on fraternity row and quickly found the frat house. Alpha Tu Beta is the biggest house on the street and the only one with a line of older men waiting to get in. A huge shirtless, dark hair muscle stud stood on the second step of the house checking everyone's ids and invites.
“Gentlemen, your ids and invitations,” the linebacker size doorman greeted Jerry and Roger when they reached the steps.
As Jerry handed their invitation to the Italian looking doorman and they both handed over their ids, Roger couldn’t help but check out the enormous pecs on the younger man. With the doorman standing on the second step, Roger was face level with his smooth chest. They got to be the largest pecs he ever saw, Roger thought to himself. The massive pecs hung heavy over an incredible chisel 6 pack. The tight black jeans hang low on the stud’s waist, showing off the deep v shape cuts that pointed into the confines of the pants. The doorman looked so serious as he compared each Id with the printed invitation.
Finally the doorman handed the documents back and gave a big white teeth smile “have a good evening gentlemen.”
As he stepped aside to let them go up the stairs, the linebacker winked at Roger. The normally shy Roger turned red in embarrassment. Before either entered the house both Roger and Jerry turned and checked out the football player’s big muscular ass in the tight jeans, as he stopped the next man in line.
“Damn,” both whispered in amazement.
The grand entry hall was filled with older men. Some were in suits and ties while others like Roger and Jerry were more casual. Among them were younger men wearing only jockstraps serving the men drinks. Their asses were so tight and compact being framed in their jockstraps. The older men freely explored the jocks as they mingled among them, holding trays of drinks. Roger and Jerry were like kids in a candy store. The music was loud and booming. There was even a large disco ball hanging from the two story ceiling of the grand hall. In the living room area two wrestlers were dancing on the coffee table like go go boys. Their university team singlets were pulled down under their plump, well developed asses. They even wore their wrestling shoes. A group of men were gathered around them, commenting on the wrestlers’ thick legs, hard trapped cocks in the singlets, and the firmness of their prime asses. The music suddenly died down.
“Gentlemen, can I have your attention,” a voice drew everyone’s attention to the grand hall and the great staircase.
On the tenth step up was a beautiful blonde adonis in only a jockstrap. He had the body of an Olympian swimmer, with a tall shredded body and wide shoulders. His pecs were thick with two large brown nipples. His 8pack abs look like they were chiseled out of marble.
“Gentlemen, I am Jake, the president of Alpha Tu Beta. I welcome you to our fraternity. As you were informed when you registered for tonight’s event, every brother is available for you to enjoy and use. It is our way to give back to the community. All of the frat brothers are straight but will be at your beck and call for the night. There are more frat brothers upstairs in their various rooms waiting to pleasure you. So, go ahead and explore and above all else enjoy yourself.”
There was applause and the music started back. Roger watched Jake’s golden tanned ass as he descended the stairs and was greeted by two rich looking men in expensive tailored suits. Roger never saw an ass so round and tight before as the two men escorted Jake into what appeared to be a study. Jake's eyes met Roger’s and he smiled as he closed the study’s sliding doors.
“Let go upstairs,” Jerry took Roger by the arm and pulled him up the great stairs.
Upstairs, Jerry led Roger by the hand as they walked the narrow hallways. Each door was open but the rooms were occupied. The first room was the bedroom of two muscle bound football players. They were both naked and on their knees before an older, heavy set man. The man’s pants were down around his ankles as the two football players were servicing his cock. He had a fat hand on each jock’s head as they bobbed up and down on his fat cock. Their deep masculine moans were enough to make Jerry and Roger hard.
In the next room was a baseball player on his hands and knees on his twin side bed. His pinstripe baseball pants were down around his thick thighs, and a baseball cap was hiding the jock's brown eyes. An older man was standing behind the baseball player, lubing up the jock’s baseball bat. Jerry and Roger stopped at the door and watched in amazement as the older man started to push the bat into the jock’s smooth hole. The jock was moaning loud as his hole was stretched open by the thick bat.
The next room was a Hispanic soccer player laying on his bed in only his soccer socks. He held up his thick legs in the air as a man was pounding hard in and out of the sexy stud’s ass. The boy crying out in Spanish encouraging the man to fuck him harder. The soccer player threw his head back and had a look of pure pleasure on his smooth olive color face.
Another room, a dark skin 7’ tall basketball player was on his hands and knees on the bed. Two older white men were pit roosting him on the twin size bed. His shoulders were as wide as the bed. One man was thrusting in and out of his throat. The basketball player’s thick sexy lips were tight over the white cock. At the same time, a second man was pounding his beautiful dark chocolate ass.
(To be continued)
2021-08-28 02:07:40 +0000 UTC
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From the outside Martin had the perfect life. He was a former alpha marine who married the woman he loved and had two kids. They moved to a small town and started a successful hardware store. Even out of the Corp he kept his body in top shape. Between the gym and working on his farm, his body was kept hard. His smooth, tattooed muscles drove his wife wild and several other women lustfull for him. Everyone looked up to the muscular younger man, however, he had a secret. Every Thursday he received a phone call from Harold, the town’s richest man. Martin makes an excuse to his wife and asks her to watch the store.
Martin didn’t say a word nor made any noise as he laid face down on the bed in the cheap hotel, while the smaller man fucked him. The big tough former marine gripped the sheets and held back a deep moan. He wasn’t about to give the man the pleasure of hearing him enjoying getting fucked like some bitch.
“Oh my god, you are so fucking hot and tight,” Harold grunted as he slammed in and out of the muscle stud under him.
Harold grabbed hold of the thick mountains of muscles that were Martin’s tattooed shoulders and used them as leverage. The smaller man rammed hard up Martin’s ass with a grunt. His softer, smaller body slapping against the muscular ass and wide v shape back. Martin was biting his lips to keep from moaning, but it was getting harder to hold off. His prostate was getting pounded over and over and the fictition of his throbbing cock against the mattress was pushing him to the breaking point. He closed his eyes and tried to willed himself away. He tried to think of his wife and kids. And all the women he had fucked. However, it just made it more humiliating for him that he was being fucked like one of those bitches and his cock was rock hard. Most people when they see the 6’4, 250lbs former marine with his huge muscles and tattooed arms and torso, they see an all man, an alpha male. However, Harold made him realize it was an illusion. Martin didn’t know why he first let Harold fuck him and why he come back every week for more. He told himself that it was because he was afraid that Harold would tell his wife and destroy his straight life. However, he knew that by coming back each time it gave the smaller man more control over him. Plus It didn’t explain why he enjoyed it so much.
Finally Harold yelled and pushed all the way into Martin. Martin closed his eyes tighter as he felt the warm seed filled him. Harold always comes in brackets. When Harold finally stopped cumming, he pulled out of Martin’s ruined ass and gave the firm smooth ass cheeks a hard slap.
“Damn, I never get tired of that ass of yours. It's tight and beautiful everytime,” Harold laughed as he got off the bed.
Martin continued to lay in bed. He didn’t want the smaller man to have the pleasure of seeing the pool of cum that Martin was laying in. Harold had literally fucked the cum out of the tough former marine. Martin buried his face in the sheets to hide the tears. He was a grown tough man. He wasn’t about to show Harold he was crying. While Harold redressed in his suit and tie, Martin finally pulled himself together. He gathered the cum soaked sheets around his mid selection and stood up. He reached for his briefs and jeans and pulled them up his muscular legs.
“Sweet, you shy,” Harold laughed at the muscular half naked stud.
“I have to get back to the hardware store,” Martin buttoned his jeans.
He had made a business for his family in the small town and had a solid reputation.
“Well you earned this,” Harold pulled out an envelope from his suit jacket packet.
Martin was still shirtless when he took the envelope. He felt cheap like a whore as he took the money. His business had been having a hard time lately and when Harold found out he offered to help in return for more sexual favors. Harold touched Martin’s smooth pecs and small pointed right nipple.
“Now, my clients are expecting you tonight. You will make sure they are happy.” Harold moved his finger in a circle around the nipple.
“Tonight is my son’s birthday,” Martin was visibly upset.
“I think the future of your store and family is more important,” Harold ran his hand down Martin’s chisel abs. “I would hate for you to lose your business, family, and reputation.”
Martin knew he had no choice, “I will be there.”
That evening Martin was the center of attention of a group of men. They cheered him on as he obediently stripped for them. His humiliation grew as they groped and fondled him. Worst of all, several of the men at the exclusive party were regulars in his store. Seeing his hard muscles naked and exposed before them, they couldn’t keep their hands off him. He was made to get on his knees and serviced each man with his tight throat and his exquisite ass.
2021-08-27 02:19:07 +0000 UTC
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Gary gym pickup 2
The stranger patted Gary on his muscular ass and slid past him. He left the muscle stud humiliated and broken in the tiny bathroom stall. For the first time in his adult life, tears ran down Gary’s chisel masculine cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was fucked like some bitch and made to cum all over the wall without even touching himself. He finally realized he couldn’t stay in the restroom much longer. He bent over and pulled up his tiny blue posing briefs and shorts. As he did so he felt the man’s cum leaking from his destroyed hole and tears once more flowed down his face.
“Man, get hold of yourself,” Gary told himself. “You don’t want to draw attention to yourself by looking like you were crying like a baby,” he picked up his shirt from the floor.
As he used the shirt to dry his eyes, he could smell cum on it. He then realized that when he came, his spray of cum had landed on his shirt. With his gym bag outside in the gym and no other shirt to wear, he had no choice but to pull the shirt on. He prayed to god that no one would notice the cum stain on the shirt. Gary finally pulled himself together and opened the stall door. He checked himself in the mirror and adjusted his cap over his eyes, before opening the restroom door and went out into the gym. Fortunately, the gym was almost deserted that time of day. Gary kept his head down as he talked over to the corner where he left his bag. He bent over and picked up his bag and felt the cum still leaking from his hole. He knew the growing wet shot was visible through his shorts. It was then he started to hear the laughter. Turning his head and peeking out from under his hat, he saw the stranger that just fucked him talking to a group of other older men. They were all laughing. Gary turned red; he knew they were laughing about him. The older man was telling them about his conquest of the big straight bodybuilder. Gary needed to get out of there. He started to head toward the gym door, when suddenly a voice called out to him.
“Boy, get over here,” the man yelled.
Gary stopped in his tracks. He wanted to run out of there. However, instead he found himself turning and walking over to the group of men.
“This is him. The himbo I just turned in the bathroom,” the stranger boosted.
“Damn, he is gorgeous,” another man spoke up as his eyes traveled down Gary’s massive, shredded body.
“I always saw him around the gym, grunting and lifting. I would never have believed he would be such a slut. You Gary, right?” Another man, a gym regular, spoke in amazement.
Gary lifted his eyes at the last man and recognized him as the gay man he caught watching him change in the locker room a week ago. Gary remembered he made quite a stir about it and even threatened to beat the older man up.
“Not so straight and tough now are you,” the gym regular laughed.
Gary lowered his head back down again. The men continued to talk about him like a piece of meat or item to possess. He grew more humiliated but also hard. His cock was painfully hard in his tiny poser. He regretted wearing them but only did so to get his cock and balls used to the confines for when he wore them during his upcoming competition.
“Look like he enjoyed it,” one of the men nodded toward Gary’s bulge.
“He did very much,” the stranger laughed.
“He enjoyed it so much he came all over himself,” one man pointed out the cum stained shirt and the drops of cum on his white shoes.
“Look like he's ready for round two,” another man chimed in.
Gary doesn't know why he was just standing there, taking it in as they humiliated him.
“Are you? Are you ready to get fucked again,” the stranger reached out and squeezed Gary’s packed crotch. “Feel like you are.”
Gary whispered with his head down, “yes, sir.”
“I can’t hear you, boy,” the stranger squeezed and rubbed Gary’s trapped cock.
“Yes, Sir,” Gary said louder as the men laughed.
“Yet get you into the locker room,” the stranger put his arm around his massive shoulders and led Gary into the locker room with the group of men following.
Once in the locker room, the five older men surrounded him and began to feel Gary up. Their hands were groping, squeezing, fondling his huge hard muscles. Gary couldn’t believe how good their hands felt. They were worshipping and using him at the same time. He felt like a god and a slave.
The man, he now knew as master, put a hand on Gary’s huge shoulders and gently pressed down, “on your knees.”
Gary found his powerful legs give in as he knelt. On his knees he looked up at the men surrounding him. Then one by one, they undid their pants and pulled out their hard cocks. Each way he turned there was a hard, throbbing cock aimed at him. His master was the first to grip his head and pulled Gary’s mouth down on his cock. He never sucked a cock before in his life, nor ever had a desire. As he knelt before his new master he took the cock into his mouth and found himself wanting to please him. He started to gag on the thick cock as it worked down his throat. Gary looked up at the older man, pleading with his eyes for him to let go so he could breathe. His master then started to guide him by his head up and down on the cock. The master then pulled out of his mouth and pushed Gary on to the next man. Each man took turns fucking the former muscle god. Gary’s head was spinning. It was becoming a wide circle of men and cocks. The first to come in his mouth was the gym regular. He was the roughest, determined to pay the former cocky straight stud who is the real alpha now. The man shot down Gary’s throat.
“Swallow it bitch,” the man slapped Gary on the side of the head.
Gary had no choice but to swallow the man’s load. Then another man grabbed him by the hair and pushed his cock into Gary’s mouth. This man was enjoying using the big muscle stud. Right before he came, the man pulled out of Gary’s mouth and shot his load on his handsome rugged face. The cum ran down his cheeks and his beard. The men were passing him around like a cheap slut. He was so turned on. He remained rock hard. He couldn’t stop himself as he came in his own shorts and underwear. He continues to suck each cock over and over. When they finished with him they let him collapse on the locker room floor covered in cum.
2021-08-25 01:02:01 +0000 UTC
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Gary finished his set and was feeling pumped. He flexed in the mirror showing off his hard work and solid muscles. He knows he looks good. He pulled his stringer shirt together between his massive pecs and flexed them. His pecs were humongous and hard, with two silver dollar size nipples erect and proud. He flared his back and was pleased with the perfect v-shape of his wide lats and huge boulders size shoulders and delts down to his narrow chisel waist. Through the mirror he saw two women looking at him in awe. He winked at them causing the two women to giggle. Although he was married, and wear a wedding band to prove it, it didn’t stop Gary from flirting and even fucking other women. He was an alpha male and as such he couldn’t be expected not to breed whenever and whomever he wanted. Gary moved to the bench press station like he owns the gym, proud and cocky.
It was then that Gary felt the stranger’s eyes on him, on his bubble ass more like it. His loose, long gym shorts did nothing to hide his massive round ass cheeks. He squat and deadlift more than anyone in the gym and it shows. Even through the shorts one can see the powerful glutes move when he walks. Gary turned and saw the short, skinny older man standing a few feet away from him, staring at him. Gary should be use of being stared at but he doesn’t like it when weird gay men stares in lust at him. He shot an intimidating glare back at the older man and began to rack up the bar over the bench. He just laid on the bench and placed his hands on the bar when he saw the man towering over him, inches from his head.
“You need a spot,” the stranger asked while looking down at Gary.
The man looked like he would barely lift 180lbs, much less than 300. “No, I'm good,” Gary responded.
Yet the man continued to stand over him. Gary lifted the bar from the rack and brought it down to his huge pecs and pushed back up. As Gary pressed up, he couldn’t help but stare at the man’s crotch towering over him. Gary then noticed the man smiling down at him as he struggled to pump out each rep. His powerful arms began to shake with each press. He couldn’t focus as he stared at the man’s bulging crotch.
“Come on, baby, you can do it,” the stranger whispered. “Keep going, do it, stud.”
The more the man tried to encourage him, the harder it became for Gary to pump out each rep. He was sweating heavily, his vascular veins were expended, as his huge muscles shook. All the while he couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s crotch over his head. Out of breath and near failure, Gary couldn’t lift any more. The skinny older man struggled to assist Gary to re-rack the bar. Gary continued to lay there breathing heavily. It was then he felt his own hard on in his shorts. He was obscenely tenting the shorts. Gary sat up in embarrassment. He was humiliated from both needing a little weaker man to assist him and then getting a hardon in public.
“Good, boy,” the older man reached down and patted his massive shoulders.
The stranger then walked off toward the gym restrooms. Before entering the men’s room, the older man turned and smiled at Gary. Gary then found himself standing up and following the stranger. He pulled his cap down over his eyes as if that act would make him invisible.
Once in the men’s room, Gary saw the stranger standing at the door to the handicap stall. As if his thick, powerful legs were moving on their own he moved toward the older man. He wanted to clutch his fist and punch the little man, but instead he followed the man into the stall and the man then closed the door behind them.
The stranger moved close to Gary’s thick muscular neck, taking a deep breath of Gary masculine scent, and whispered, “Take off your shirt.”
With his cock throbbing in his shorts, Gary found himself pulling the stringer up his chisel torso and up and over his head. He dropped the shirt on the public restroom floor.
“Beautiful,” the man whispered as he cupped both hands over Gary’s huge pecs, and began to squeeze and fondle them.
Gary leaned back against the stall’s metal door and let out a low groan. As if on their own, his pecs began to bounce and dance against the stranger’s exploring hands. The more the man touched him, the more submissive and aroused Gary became. The man’s hands moved up the massive pecs and down the thick, powerful arms. Gary’s muscles were hard, thick and smooth against the stranger’s touch. Squeezing his smaller hands into the massive biceps, the stranger leaned in and kissed the straight alpha stud. Gary pushed his head backwards to avoid it at first, however his mouth soon opened. The stranger’s tongue pushed into his mouth and began to dominate the larger man’s tongue. Gary had never been kissed like that and he felt his strength melt. He let out a low moan into the other man’s mouth.
With his fingers digging into Gary’s huge biceps the stranger pulled out of the kiss and stepped back, “take off your shorts and turn around.”
Gary hesitated only briefly as he hooked his fingers into his waistband and pulled them and his briefs down. His cock popped out rock hard. Obediently, the bodybuilder turned around. His ass was flawless and smooth, two perfect round globes. When he heard the man unzipping his pants, Gary gripped the metal door. He felt the stranger spreading his firm ass cheeks to reveal his smooth hole. Gary then felt the man’s cock head pressing against it. It felt so big and thick.
“Relax, baby, you are going to experience only pleasure. Just relax your ass muscles,” the man whispered into Gary’s ear, and gently nibbled the right earlobe.
Gary then felt intense pressure as the cock pushed into him. He gripped the door so tight that he could rip the door off its hinges. The big muscle stud was whimpering as the cock pushed deeper into him.
“Ssshh, that's it, baby, just relax,” the stranger whispered into Gary’s ears again.
Soon however, the pain faded and he began to feel unbelievable pleasure as the invading cock hit his prostate. The stranger pulled out and thrusted back in. Gary’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his prostate got rammed again and again.
“That’s my good muscle bitch,” the man whispered.
Gary could only moan in ecstasy. It was like the stranger was fucking out his alpha facade. Gary’s cock was raging hard as it bounced against each pounding. The stranger reached around the v shape torso and cupped each massive pec, using them as leverage as he thrusted in and out of Gary, each time deeper and harder. Despite the danger of being found by anyone walking into the restroom, the stranger pounded Gary’s muscle pussy hard. A bodybuilder like Gary was built to be fucked hard. Harder the smaller man fucked him, the more Gary found himself enjoying it. Without any warning, Gary came hard and shot his load on to the bathroom stall metal door. He didn’t even touch himself as ropes of cum shot out of his throbbing cock. He hasn't come that hard in a long time. Yet the man continue to pound and fuck him. Finally the older man slammed up deep inside him one last time and flooded Gary’s ass. Gary felt so good as he felt his new master’s seed deep inside him. Finally the master pulled out of him, and Gary slid down on his knees.
2021-08-24 00:59:56 +0000 UTC
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Mr. Randolph arrived home from a long day at work. He retreated to his study and kicked off his shoes and put them up on his leather ottoman as he settled down in his favorite chair. Within minutes the side door to the study opened and Jose, his houseboy came in. The sexy Hispanic boy wore only a pink jockstrap as he crossed behind the chair and opened the cabinet to the bar. He then proceeded to make his master’s favorite drink.
“Thank you, Jose,” Randolph opened his eyes and took the drink from the younger man.
He didn’t need to tell Jose what he wanted. The smooth, lean muscular twink knelt in front of the ottoman and pulled off each of the older man’s socks. He then started rubbing the older man’s feet.
“It feels very good, Jose,” Randolph slipped his drink and closed his eyes again.
Jose continued to rub the feet, working them with his strong hands. As trained, he then leaned forward and started sucking on his master’s big right toe.
“Mmm,” Randolph moaned.
Jose worked each toe and foot. They were in socks and expensive dress shoes all day. The once proud Latin stud would never have thought he would be serving another man’s feet. But his old life was a distant memory. He now was almost able to get all five of the man’s toes into his mouth at the same time. While Randolph enjoyed his drink and his slave’s feet worshipping, Jose moved from his feet to start undoing his pants. He fished his master’s cock out of his pants and began to stroke it. Jose admired the cock as it grew hard while he stroked it. He then leaned forward and took it in his mouth. Randolph trained Jose well over the years. The former straight boy, taken from the streets, was inexperienced when Randolph acquired him. He taught the athletic soccer player how to be a good cocksucker. He no longer had any gag reflex. Jose expertly worked his tongue over the shaft while fastening his full lips around the cock. He worked it deep down his tight throat. His head bobbed up and down as he coated the cock with a layer of drool and saliva. Jose looked up at Randolph while still having his lips around the cock, and wiggle his tight bubble ass. Before his enslavement Jose would never let another man look at or touch his footballer bubble ass, let alone fuck it. Now he needed fucked nightly. He live to pleasure his master and get fuck by him. He felt so relieved when Randolph pulled Jose off his cock and took him by the hand. Jose gladly saddled his master’s lap and lowered himself on to the hard thick cock. Just before Randolph was due home, Jose made sure his ass was clean and lubed. He slid down the thick cock with ease and settled to the base. Jose felt so good as he began to pull off the cock and push back down. Randolph closed his eyes and enjoyed the tightness of his houseboy’s boypussy. He had made sure the slave kept his ass tight by intense leg and ass workouts. The training paid off. Jose's ass muscles gripped Randolph’s cock like a vice as he bounded up and down. Randolph held Jose’s lean chisel waist guiding the houseboy’s up and down. Jose reached down and opened Randolph's shirt. Once Randolph’s shirt was open, Randolph wrapped his fist around his boy’s cock and pumped it. Jose threw his head back and cried out. He shot his load onto Randolph’s chest. While Jose came, he tightened his ass muscles tighter around the man’s cock, milking it. Randolph quickly followed and shot deep up Jose’s ass.
2021-08-22 00:15:43 +0000 UTC
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Eddie removed his hard hat and wiped his forehead with his veiny arm. It was the middle of summer and it was hot outside as he worked at the construction site. He hates his job and life. He spent all day digging holes and went home too tired to do anything else. He ends up sitting in front of the television drinking beer trying to block out his bitching wife and screaming kids. The only thing he had going for himself was his body, he thought. Most guys spend hours a day at the guy to get a body like his and all he does is hard manual work. He often left his coverall unzipped as low as possible just to show off his hard, smooth pecs and cut, defined abs. He was used to women flirting with him and even got a few stares from other men. It was a turn on for Eddie when he noticed a man checking him out, especially if it was a suit. He didn’t consider himself gay or bi but took pride in knowing another man found him desirable.
For the last three days, Eddie’s fellow workers and him were fixing a major leak in a predominant rich and gay neighborhood. He would notice expensive cars driving by and slowing down to check him and the other workers out. It felt odd being on the receiving end of hungry predator looks. Several gay men that drove by were bold enough to wink at Eddie. The masculine blue collar stud would turn red with embarrassment. However, a bit of him felt jealous of those men in their expensive cars and big houses.
On Friday evening, the crew left early and Eddie volunteered to stay over to put up the tools and make sure everything was secure. The foreman was expecting to wrap up the work in one more day, so Eddie got an early start on packing equipment the crew was finished using. It was hot, despite the early evening. Eddie had just unzipped his coveralls down above his where his pubic hair began, when an expensive convertible drove up to the site and hooked its horn.
“Hey, want to make some extra money,” the driver yelled.
“Doing what,” Eddie replied as he worked over to the car. The car was probably worth five times his salary, or more.
The man laughed, “nothing illegal or immoral. I need some work done around my house and need someone who knows what he is doing.” The man looked Eddie over, “you definitely look like you know what you doing.”
The man was obviously in his fifties but one would consider him attractive. Eddie noticed the man’s suit looked expensive and tailored. Eddie assumed that the man never worked hard labor in his life. The man’s hands on the steering wheel were impeccably manicured.
Eddie knew he should be concerned how the man was looking at his opened coveralls. “What work you need done,” he asked as he placed his hands on the car window seal. He noticed the man’s eyes looking at the veins in his forearms.
“Why don’t you come to my place and I will show you,” the man smiled. The older man seemed confident. He probably was used to getting what he wanted, Eddie thought to himself.
Eddie hesitated, “I’m pretty dirty. I don’t want to get your car a mess.”
“Nonsense, get in,” the older man patted the white leather seat beside him. The man’s voice was pleasant but also commanding.
Eddie felt the man’s eyes on him as he walked around the front of the convertible. He knew the man was checking out his ass as he walked. Even though the coveralls, his ass, toned and developed by hard labor, was noticeably round and tight. Eddie opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. He noticed the man’s eyes were on his legs and crotch. The coveralls were tight around his thick powerful thighs. Eddie prided himself on how thick and muscular his legs were.
“I’m John, by the way,” the man extended a hand.
“Eddie,” he responded back as he shook John’s hand.
“Nice to met you Eddie,” John let go of Eddie’s hand and patted him on the left thigh.
Eddie usually was calm but for some reason he was both excited and nervous as John raced the luxury sports car back to his house. Eddie’s leg was bouncing nervously and he kept his hand on his lap trying to hide his growing hard on. When he works in the summer, he often doesn't wear underwear under his work coveralls. As a result his hardon was obvious. He was confused and curious at the same time. When they reached John’s house, it was the largest house that Eddie ever saw. He tried to willed his cock down as followed the older man into the house. John must be loaded, Eddie thought to himself. Once inside, the house was spacious with one whole wall open out onto a large pool area. Just the thought of how rich and powerful John must be made Eddie even harder. He found him imagining John ordering his employees, broken million dollar deal. He barely paid attention as John described the work that needed to be done.
“So you up for the job,” John’s firm, coming voice brought Eddie back. John smirked and his eyes traveled down Eddie's muscular torso.
It was not missed by Eddie. “What do you think?”
John just smiled. He then reached out and boldly spread Eddie’s coveralls further open. “You have a beautiful body,” John smiled as Eddie’s cock popped free.
“Thank you,” Eddie swallowed hard as he looked down at John’s hand wrapping around his exposed cock.
“Relax,” John whispered as pulled Eddie toward him with his cock and gently kissed and licked Eddie’s neck.
Eddie let out a low moan. He never felt anything like that before. The man’s touch was firm and strong. Eddie’s cock was throbbing in John’s right hand, while he kissed Eddie’s neck and used his free hand to spread the coveralls further open. The coveralls slide off Eddie’s shoulders and fell to his narrow waist. John moved both of his hands to Eddie’s big full pecs and began to cup and squeeze them. Eddie felt so good as he was being worshipped. He felt both submissive and strong. The man leaned his head down and began to lick and suck on each firm, hard nipple, causing Eddie to moan. His nipples were sensitive and he tried to pull back as John bite his left nipples, but John reached around him and pushed his hands into Eddie’s coveralls, gripping the tight, smooth buttocks. The older man’s hands felt strong against his ass cheeks, pulling him back toward the exploring mouth and tongue. Eddie felt all resistance melt as he moaned. For the first time in his adult life he felt so submissive. The man continued to nurse on his oversized, hard pecs while continuing pushing Eddie’s coveralls down over the tight buttocks. Before Eddie knew it he was naked except for his work boots and hard hat. Eddie watched the man step back and opened his own expensive, tailored pants.
“Get on your knees, and suck my cock,” John’s firm voice, sent a chill of pleasure through John’s body.
The straight, masculine blue collar stud found obeying as he knelt before the thick, large cock before him. Eddie never thought he would take another man’s cock into his mouth, but something felt so natural about it as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Eddie let the thick cock head slide between his lips. John then grabbed him by his hard hat and began to slowly move in and out of his virgin mouth. Eddie relaxed his throat muscles and let the man control his movement of taking the cock in and out of his tight throat. All while Eddie’s own cock stayed rock hard.
2021-08-21 01:39:39 +0000 UTC
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Johnny pumped out his last set of the bench presses and re-racked the bar. He felt good, having surpassed his previous max. He flexed in the mirror and liked what he was seeing. He was pumped with nice thick arms, large pecs, and a narrow waist. He was getting shredded and his veins were vascular and visible through his tight skin. Johnny was getting ready for his first competition in two weeks and couldn’t wait to get on stage and show off his hard work. His girlfriend for the past year had dumped him because he spent too much time working out. When he thought about her he smirked and mumbled to himself, “ your lost bitch.” He reached down and pinched a small amount of fat on his side.
“ I have to hit the sauna and detox some of that fat away,” he thought to himself as he grabbed his towel and gym bag and headed toward the gym locker room.
The locker room was deserted when he entered and dropped his bag on a bench by his locker. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it on to his bag. He then proceeded to kick off his shoes and pulled off socks, and dropped his shorts to his bare feet. Johnny stood in front of the mirror and began to practice his posing routine in just his blue briefs. His poses were on point. He finally hooked his thumbs into the side of his briefs and pulled them down his muscular legs. His impressive cock popped free and hung before his meaty thighs. He hadn’t had sexy in two weeks, being too focused on his working out and the upcoming competition. As a result his testosterone levels were primed. Taking a towel from his bag, he wrapped it around his chisel waist and walked into the dry sauna. The heat hit him in the face as he opened the door and stepped into the wood lined room. He was glad it was empty. The last thing he wanted was for some old pervert trying to hit on him. He sat on the lower bench of the two triers of bench that lined the left wall, and closed his eyes. It felt so good after an intense workout to just sit in the sauna and sweat out all the impurities from his hard, sore muscles. He closed his eyes as he sweat ran over his body, creating a shiny coating over him. Johnny soon fell asleep.
Johnny awoke to the feel of a hand stroking his smooth muscular thigh. He looked down and saw his towel was open and his cock was standing straight up, hard.
“What the . . . What are you doing?” Johnny moaned.
He found himself unable to yell or protest. As he tried to stand up and confront the stranger, his head began to spin and he became unbalanced.
“Ssshh, relax baby,” the older man, sitting beside him, whispered.
The older man moved his hand from Johnny’s right thigh and wrapped his fist around the younger man’s throbbing cock.
“I’m not, oh fuck, gay,” Johnny tried to hold back a moan as his cock was stroked and pumped.
“Ssshh, nonsense. Just relax,” the man whispered.
He moved his other hand under Johnny’s full heavy balls and lifted them. Johnny then felt the man teasing his hole with his fingers. Johnny began to breathe heavier and even ease forward on the bench to give the man’s fat fingers more access to his hole.
“That’s a good muscle boy. You have a tight little muscle pussy,” the old man teased Johnny’s hole.
Johnny could only groan. The man moved his other hand up the muscle stud’s sweat coated abs and pecs. The more the man touched him the more aroused Johnny found himself. He wasn’t gay but he was never that turned on as he was now. The heat, his pinned up testosterone levels, and another person’s touch, made him so horny.
“Fffuck,” Johnny moaned as one of the man’s fat fingers pushed into him, using his own sweat as lube.
Johnny could easily push the old man’s hands away and even break the man's arms. Instead he just leaned back and enjoyed the man’s touch, as sweat poured from his chisel body. He never felt so turned on as the man stroked his insides. The stranger moved his other hand up over Johnny’s smooth pecs and over his broad shoulders. He started to rub the muscle stud’s neck. Johnny grew more and more relaxed and submissive. He didn’t offer any resistance as the man slowly guided Johnny’s head down onto his cock. Johnny maneuvered himself so that his head was on the man’s naked lap and the man’s fingers were still up his muscular ass.
The stranger stroked Johnny’s sweat soaked head, “that’s a good boy.”
Johnny’s mouth was only inches away from the older man’s hard cock. He never was that close to another man’s cock. A part of him was screaming that he wasn’t gay and get out of there. However, the heat and his throbbing cock made it so hard to think. The man was running his cock head over Johnny’s lips while at the same time pushing his fingers in and out of the straight stud’s virgin manpussy. Looking up at the stranger with his green eyes, Johnny opened his mouth and slowly licked the man’s cock head. The man smiled down at the hot muscle stud and pushed a second finger into the tight man hole. This encouraged Johnny to take the cock into his mouth. Tears welled in his eyes as he continued to try to stare up at the stranger. He was both turned on and humiliated as he was made to take more of the cock into his mouth and throat. He never sucked a man’s cock before. He began to gag on it, and tried to pull out. However, the man grabbed Johnny’s curly, soaked hair and pulled the muscle stud back down. The man pulled out his fingers from Johnny’s hole and gave the smooth muscle ass a hard slap that echoed through the same room. Finally the man let the humiliated bodybuilder off his cock.
“Stand up and lean against the top bench,” the man ordered.
Johnny stood but he was confused. It was so hot and so hard to think. The man bent Johnny over the lower bench, making him support himself against the top tier of benches.
The man stepped back and admired the perfect smooth ass in front of him, “Damn that ass is so beautiful. I wanted it the first time I saw you doing squats in the gym. My friends told me you were too straight to get fucked up the ass. But I knew better. You muscle boys talk and act tough, but so easy to gain control of. Now lift that left leg. That it shows off that pretty jock pussy of yours.”
Johnny did as he was told, lifting his left leg and placing it on the lower bench, giving the older man access to his hole. The man then placed one hand on Johnny’s lower back, while aiming his hard cock at Johnny’s tight rosebud hole. Tears poured from Johnny’s eyes as he felt the thick cock head pushing through his outer ring. The pain was intense but his cock remained rock hard and was even leaking precum. The man continued to push deeper, using Johnny’s own saliva, drool, and sweat as lube.
“Fffuck,” Johnny groaned as his inner ring broke open and the stranger began to slide in and out of the destroyed hole.
Johnny then felt the man’s cock pounding his prostate. The pain faded into pure pleasure as the man pulled out and rammed back in. Johnny’s mouth opened and his eyes rolled back into his head as the cock thrusted in and out of him, each time deeper and harder. The older man reached around his torso and grabbed hold of Johnny’s huge pecs. As he was being fucked, the feel of the man’s hands grabbing hold of his pecs, Johnny felt new sensations. He began to flex his pecs against the man’s hands, making them dance. This excited the older man more and he fuck Johnny harder. Johnny found himself loving the feel of the stranger’s hands on his pecs and the rough fucking of his muscular ass. He was so turned on. Johnny gripped the upper bench and threw his head back and moaned. His cock pulsates and throbbed. Without touching himself he came. Wave after wave shot out of his cock landing on the bench under him. His ass flexed around the man’s cock, buried deep inside him.
“That’s it, muscle boy, cum like a good slut,” the man whispered into Johnny’s ears as he pressed against the wide, sweaty back.
The man continued to pound and thrust in and out of the muscle pussy. Finally he drove all the way into the tight ass and shot his load. After the man finally stopped cumming he laid on the muscular back. Johnny couldn’t believe he was fucked like some bitch and he had enjoyed it. Finally the stranger pulled out of Johnny and helped the muscle god onto his feet. The bodybuilder was wobbly on his once powerful legs from the heat and the rough fucking. The older, smaller man helped him out of the sauna and into the shower. The inspiring bodybuilder leaned against the shower stall as the water cascaded over him. The older man stood behind him washing his hard, thick muscles. The man’s hands and the cool water felt so good to Johnny that he once again grew hard. His proud cock stood straight out under the water as the man started to wash the cum from his muscular ass. He grasped as he felt one of the man’s soapy fat fingers slide into his hole. As the man moved his finger in and out, he reached around and gripped Johnny’s cock with a soapy fist. Johnny put his head under the shower spray as he moaned. Before long he was shooting a second load into the man’s hand. At that moment, Johnny realizes that his beautiful sculpted body was for other men’s pleasure.
2021-08-19 01:37:55 +0000 UTC
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Coach Estep 4
Almost every morning for the past six months, I woke up spooned up behind Deputy Nick Wilcox with my cock up his tight bubble ass. He spent more and more time over at my place, and it felt great. I woke up deep inside his tight hole and began to slowly move in and out of him until he awakened. I kissed his muscular smooth neck as I ran my hands down his chisel torso to his rock hard cock. He let out a deep moan and pushed his ass back toward me. Just from looking at him, his high and tight blond hair, chisel masculine face, and sculpted muscular body, one wouldn’t expect him to love getting fucked so much. On nights he stay over, I would fuck him before we fall to sleep, when we first wake up, and then again in the shower. Sometimes I felt guilty turning him into my devoted fuck toy. I knew he, like Brent, would never willingly let another man fuck or even kiss him. However, the guilt was short-lived as I felt his incredible body against me. I also felt guilty about fucking Brent on the side, so I explained to Nick that we both can see other people until he choose what he really wanted, his old straight life or be mine. He had no idea that I had made him attracted to me in the first place. He just couldn’t figure out why he suddenly enjoyed getting fucked all of a sudden, but it really didn’t matter to him. I knew he had taken me up on the deal, having seen him dating a couple of women in the last month. It was kind of a turn on knowing that I fucked him after he had just fucked a woman. Nevertheless, he kissed me every morning before we left for work, and he was an amazing kisser. And look so damn sexy in his tight uniform.
As for Paul and Brent, they was busy fucking in every corner or the school. Paul loved pulling the muscle bound younger man into the nearest janitor closet or deserted class room and roughly fuck him. I knew Paul was bullied by jocks when he was younger and it seemed like he was taking revenge on Coach Brent. However, thanks to me, Brent loved getting fucked. Harder the better. I had recently reinforced his programming. I made him feel like getting fuck was a competition for him, see how much he can take up his ass. As a result He became a cock hungry pig.
That was only when he was alone with Paul and I. He was the ideal straight father figure among the students and parents. He was hard but fair to his athletes. They love him. He was younger enough to relate to the students and also provide them with the adult support they needed.
Sometimes the worst thing I had to do as a teacher was to fail a student or tell a student athlete that he can’t play sports because of his poor grades. During wrestling season, I was faced with the dilemma of having to tell Max Harris that he was at risk of not being allowed to wrestle this season because of his grades. The poor kid didn’t take it well. I decided to talk to coach Brent about him. I made my way to his office. You have to go through the boys locker room to get to his office. When I entered the lockerroom, two members of the wrestling team were leaving and I asked them if coach Brent was in his office. They pointed toward his office.
I found the Coach on a stepladder reaching for something on the top bookshelf. He was wearing a Hadrian High wrestling team singlet. It was modeled over his muscular body like a second skin, especially his muscular ass. The straps of his jock were clearly visible through the spandex material. I couldn’t help but admire that beautiful ass of his, it was so round, thick and muscular. He turned and was surprised to see me. He then started to fall. I jumped into action and grabbed him from behind to stop him from falling. My hands were holding onto his big glutes. He just stood on the ladder with his ass face level to me. I smiled at him and began to massage and stroked his ass. The lyric materials felt great against his hard muscles. He let out a moan and began to peel the shoulder straps of his singlet off his muscle packed shoulders. He pulled his arms out of the singlet and pulled it down to his narrow waist. I then helped him pull the singlet over his bubble ass, slowly revealing the deep cleavage between his smooth sculpted ass cheeks. I pulled the singlet below his cheeks and spread them. His hole looked so inviting that I pushed my face between those cheeks and I began to probe my tongue into his hole. He gripped the bookshelf and let out a low moan. I squeezed and slap his cheeks as I tongue fuck his clean hole. I pulled my head away and pushed a finger into him. I then rotated between fingering and eating him out. He placed his head on his forearms and moaned louder. He was in complete ecstasy. I finally pulled away from his gorgeous ass and helped him down the ladder. As I unzipped my pants and fished out my thick cock, he finished stripping out of his singlet. Once naked he knelt before me and took my cock into his mouth. He worked his tongue over the head and down my shaft. His lips wrapped my cock as he worked it down his tight throat.
“That’s a good boy,” I stroked his head as he bobbed up and down on my cock.
Coach Brent was coating my cock with saliva and drool. I pulled him off my cock, with a long line of drool running from his mouth to my cock head. I pulled the bodybuilding coach onto his feet and forcefully bent him over his desk. I then grabbed him by his waist and roughly pushed into his hole. He grunted and gripped the desk while I began to thrust in and out of him. As I pushed deeper into him I moved from his waist to his shoulders. His shoulders were mountains of muscles layered with muscles. Using them as leverage I pounded him harder and he was loving it. He tightened his ass muscles around my hard cock. It only encourages me to fuck him hard. “Fffuck,” he moaned. I then grabbed him by his hair and rammed further up his ass. When I got deep inside him, I came, filling him.
“Ffuckk,'' he moaned loudly and shot his load onto the desk. When I pulled out I dropped him onto the desk like a rag doll. I felt so satisfied as I watched my cum leaked from his hole.
2021-08-18 01:29:36 +0000 UTC
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Coach Estep Part 3
The weeks that followed saw new life and pride in Hadrian High. The football team under Coach Estep had broken their long losing streak. The kids actually were actually proud of their school’s athletic programs again. We was mostly known as an academic excellent school, but not very much in athletics, but coach Brent was changing that. Everyone loves the coach.
I was in an excellent mood when I got to school on Monday morning. I had watched our team beat our long rival on Friday night and then spent the rest of the weekend fucking Deputy Nick Wilcox. The muscular police officer ended up to be the perfect bottom slut. He loves taking my cock up his ass.
As I walked the school hallways from the parking lot to the principal office, students were happily talking and joking. Several students greeted me with good mornings and “hey, Mr. Sloan.” Many of the students were talking about the big win on Friday.
“Hey, Mr. Sloan,” I heard a deep, yet smooth voice yell my name.
I turned toward the voice and found Derek Miller, the quarterback and the new celebrity of the school, waving at me. He had an arm over his girlfriend, Jennifer, shoulder.
“Was you at the game Friday,” he yelled in all smiles.
“Yes, I was. Great game. You were great,” I smiled back.
“Yeah, Coach says we might have a chance to play for the state championship,” Derek was beaming with pride.
“Just keep up the good work and we definitely get there,” I was so happy for the guys on the team.
The principal office was its normal bursting place on Monday’s like usual when I arrived there.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Louise, the long time principal secretary and office manager greeted me with her hoarse, guff voice. She is the oldest worker in the school. Her age and position allowed her to speak her mind whenever she wanted. We got along great. “How's your weekend,” She had smoked way too much when she was younger.
“Great, how about yours, gorgeous,” I flirted back.
“Way too short, honey, I’m ready to retire,” she huffed.
“Nonsense, Paul would be lost without you,” I laughed, knowing Louise will never retire willingly.
“Whatever, honey,” she laughed.
I nodded toward the principal office door, “he in?”
“Yes, he is with the coach Estep, but he said to send you in when you got here,” Louise winked.
“Thanks,” I smiled and went to the door.
“Damn, hmmm, if you are only a bit older,” Louise leaned over the front counter, checking on my ass in my khakis.
“Behave Louise,” I laughed as I turned the door knob and went into Paul’s Office.
I opened the door and closed it behind me. Paul was sitting behind his desk, his chair turned sideways with coach Brent on his knees in front of him, with the principal’s cock in his mouth. Over the last few months Paul and I had turned the masculine, cocky coach into a cock slut. Coach couldn’t get enough of either of our cocks.
“Coach Brent here was giving me the highlights of the game Friday,” Paul turned and smiled at me.
“I can see that,” I walked around the desk and stood behind Brent.
Brent started to pull off Paul cock to look toward me, but Paul put his hand on the coach’s head and pulled him back on the cock. Brent wore a tight red polo shirt with the short sleeves stretched tight over his tan biceps. His shorts were pulled down to his feet and he knelt in only his jockstrap. It was the only thing that Paul let the macho coach wear under his clothes. Paul said they give him easy access to the coach’s muscle pussy whenever and wherever he wanted. I reached down and ran my fingers down between Brent’s plump ass cheeks. Coach Brent was known to workout right beside his players and I often heard from the football players in my classes how much Coach can squat and deadlift. They of course didn’t know Paul ordered Brent to spend a lot more focus on building a bigger ass. The work is definitely paying off. With the feel of my hand on his ass, Coach Brent lifted his hindquarters up to give me more access to his muscle pussy, while still greedily sucking on Paul’s cock. My fingers traveled down his smooth ass to his shaved hole. It was so hot seeing it wink and flex between those massive glutes. He let out a moan over Paul’s cock as I teased his manpussy. He let out a muffled moan, “please fuck me.” The only thing we taught him to like more than sucking cock was getting fucked. I slide a finger into his hole. Thanks to Paul, he is kept clean inside and out twice a day, always ready for a fuck break between classes. Brent didn’t take his mouth off Paul’s cock as he wiggled his big muscular ass for me. I love how slutty those straight studs become once they get use to being threaded as fuck toys. I found his ass already lubed and ready for his morning fucking.
I then pulled out my fingers, and undid my bent and khakis. Grabbing both his tight, narrow hips, I roughly pushed into him. Coach Brent groaned loud over Paul’s cock as I pushed into him. Paul got even more aroused as he tightened his grip on the coach’s head and began to ram his cock in and out of the handsome mouth.
“Damn, those squats and deadlifts are keeping that ass tight,” I tried not to moan too loud.
“I know,” Paul added as he pulled the head on and off his thick cock, “I had fucked him in the restroom at the football field before the game field, it felt like I was fucking a vice.”
I slide my hands around his torso and up and under his polo shirt. I felt his brick-like abs. He felt so smooth and hard under me. I reached further and felt his hard pecs, big and powerful. His arms were bracing himself on the arms of Paul’s chairs. The veins in his forearms and biceps were pumped and vascular. I then felt his ass muscles tighten around my cock, flexing around me. I pulled my cock out of him and grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt, as I pulled out and rammed back in. Each time harder and deeper. Paul watched me in amazement and it encouraged him to fuck the coach’s pretty mouth harder, he grabbed a fist full of the coach’s hair as he pushed all the way inside the tight throat. Just then the first period bell rang. As on cue, Paul moaned loud and shot his loaded down Brent’s throat. Tasting Paul’s cum filling his throat and running out of his mouth, he let go and started to cum in his jock pouch. As he came, his cock clapped down on my cock and began to milk it. I thrusted deep inside him and came hard. I had to lay on his broad back for a couple of minutes to recover before pulling out of him.
Once I pulled out of him, Brent then proceeded to lick our cocks clean. We then straighten our clothes before starting our jobs. I felt envious of Brent for having a shower in his coach’s office to shower before he taught his assigned health education classes.
2021-08-17 01:42:50 +0000 UTC
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Coach Estep part 2
When I got to Paul’s house, he opened the door with a look of panic in his eyes. He pretty much pulled me into his house.
“I’m glad you came alone. I didn’t know who to call,” Paul was visibly nervous.
“What happened,” I asked concerned as he led me into the living room. I stopped in my tracks. There in the middle of the living room was Coach Brent Estep, hogtied and gagged.
“Oh, fuck, what have you done,” I turned to Paul in panic. “Tell me everything.”
Paul ran his hands through his hair, “I invited Brent over to talk about the athletic budget. I thought he was giving me some singles, flirting. So while we were sitting on the couch, drinking some wine, I reached over and touched his knee. Before I knew it he jumped up and accused me of making unwelcome advances. He said he was going to make sure I get fired and ruin me. He was yelling and calling me names, I panicked. Before I knew it, I picked up the bottle and smashed it on his head.”
“Oh my god,” it was my turn to run my hands through my hair.
The muscular coach was struggling against his bonds and the look in his eyes told both of us that he was going to kill us when he got free.
“What do you want me to do about it,” I turned back to Paul.
“Well I thought you could use your, You know, gifts,” Paul tried to be coi
“What do you mean, make him forget what happened,” I asked suspencely.
“Well, I thought you might make him more accessible to be our slave,” Paul replied.
“You want me to do what? I’m not going to turn him into your sex toy,” I grew angry.
“Oh come on, don’t act all righteous. Like deputy Nick Wilcox, Mr. fuck every pussy in a skirt, all of a sudden decided he like taking dick up his tight bubble butt,” Paul yelled back.
“That’s different,” I got defensive.
“How,” Paul put his hands on his waist.
I knelt down and removed the coach’s gag. “I going to fucking killing both of you fucking faggots. You sick perverts,” Brent yelled.
I quickly put his gag back on him. He continues in muffled curses to us through his gag.
“You think he is as hot as I do. I noticed you checking out his ass too. We can share him, make him our obedient play thing,” Paul reasoned with me.
If Brent didn’t yell obscenities at me when I tried to free him, I would have let him go. However, his homophobic rant pissed me off.
“Ok, I do it, but we control him equally, understand,” I finally agreed.
“Yes, definitely,” Paul was excited. He had never witnessed me work my abilities on another man before.
I knelt beside Brent and touched his muscular arms in the short sleeve t-shirt. His arms were so firm and thick. He tried to pull away. However, as I concentrated and touched his tan, tight skin a shiver ran up his body.
“Brent, just relax and listen to my voice. It feels so good to listen and obey,” I whispered as I stroked his hard muscles.
His struggling slowed and the look in his eyes went from anger, to fear, to relaxed.
“Just breathe in and out, with each breath you will be more and more blissfully relaxed and submissive.” I watched his muscular chest rise and fall. “Good. It feels so good to listen to me. You trust me, you know everything I tell you is true and natural to you. You love serving and obeying both myself and Paul. It feels so good to be our obedient slave. It feels so natural and right. You want to pleasure us and do whatever to please us. You feel only pleasure when either of us fuck you up your ass. You will continue to be your normal self around other people, but when you are alone with either me or Paul, you will be submissive and obedient. Do you understand,” I finished by running my hand through his dark hair.
Brent looked up at me with a look of obedience, and nodded his head. I then started to remove the ropes that Paul had secured him with.
“Did it work,” Paul asked as he stood behind my shoulders.
“We will find out,” I answered as I removed his gag.
Instead of charging at us or cursing us, Coach Brent just laid on the floor.
I stood up, “Brent, stand up and take off your clothes.”
“Yes, master,” answered in his deep masculine voice.
“My god, it works,” Paul was excited as he watched the muscle stud stand up and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Brent’s body was beautiful, smooth and ripped. He was preparing for a bodybuilding competition and was in peak physical condition. He then kicked off his shoes and hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants and pulled them down. He was wearing a pair of tight black briefs that proudly displayed his hard cock and big muscle packed ass. He was so hard from obeying his new masters. Brent started to take off the briefs but Paul stopped him.
“Keep them on. Get on your knees and crawl over to me,” Paul was so turned on as the masculine coach obeyed.
Brent was on his hands and knees crawling over to him. Paul unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He grabbed hold of Brent’s head and pushed his cock into the coach’s mouth. Coach Brent obediently took the cock and Paul began to roughly fuck his handsome masculine face. I almost felt sorry for Brent as he began to gag on Paul’s thick cock. Even though he couldn’t breathe, his own self interest no longer matters to him, as my commands rewrote his mind. The only thing that matters was pleasing us. I knelt beside him, stroking his long shredded back, and whispered instructions on how to relax his throat muscles and his gag reflexes. I used the same instructions that I had used to train Nick. His gagging died down as his head bobbed up and down on Paul’s cock. I continued to move my hand down Brent’s back to his brief covered bubble ass. I ran my hands down the thick cords of muscles on the back of his legs and back up to his ass. I then pulled the briefs down and revealed his exquisite flawless ass. He was so smooth and tan, even his hole was shaved smooth as he spread his huge thighs, exposing his tight muscle pussy.
“Relax baby,” I whispered into his ears as I pushed a finger into his tight virgin pussy.
Coach Brent moaned over Paul’s cock as I began to loosen and stroked his insides. Paul was turned on and began to fuck the coach’s mouth harder. As his tight virgin hole relaxed, I pushed in a second finger and began to stretch him. The big masculine stud was moaning like a bitch. His cock was rock hard under him, throbbing and leaking on the carpet.
“My god, he loving it. He fucking loving it,” Paul proclaimed as he thrusted in and out of the coach’s mouth.
I opened my pants and pulled out my big, thick cock. After I got his ass loose enough, I pulled out my fingers and then grabbed hold of his narrow, chisel waist. I then pushed into him. His ass was pure heaven around my cock as I pushed deep into him. Straight virgin asses are definitely the best. He was feeling only pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy over Paul’s cock. When my cock began to thrust in and out of him, pounding his prostate, the big macho coach couldn’t hold out. He shot his load onto the floor under him, without touching himself. Paul and I continued to fuck him, until we both came inside him.
2021-08-16 01:48:30 +0000 UTC
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COACH ESTEP
The summers were always short. It felt as if it was only a week ago when the spring semester ended and the summer break began. Teachers had a harder time than the kids in going back to school. The teachers had to show up a good week before the official start of the school year, to prepare for the upcoming school year. As us teachers slowly began to arrive at the school parking lot and were greeting each other, everyone was talking about the death of old Coach Halsted over the summer. He had been the wrestling and football coach for forty years and was a grumpy old man. He and I didn’t always agree with each other and he made it clear that he didn’t like gay teachers, or gays period. Besides the coach’s death everyone was speculating on who the new coach will be.
“Have you heard who Paul hired,” Wendy the chemistry teacher asked as we walked toward the school entrance.
Everyone knew the principal and I were friends and assumed he would tell me everything. “I haven’t heard. Just hope the new coach will turn the football team around. We have been dead last in the conference for the last decade.”
Wendy laughed as if I made a joke, while it was completely true. Then loud burring music turned the teachers’ attention to a topless jeep pulling into the school parking lot. It came to a stop at the parking place reserved for Coach Halstad. When the shirtless driver turned off the jeep and jumped out of the jeep, every female teacher in the parking lot began to stare and drool. The driver was a dark hair muscle god, with thick smooth pecs, massive arms and a chisel six pack. He wore red coaching shorts that tightly hugged his massive smooth quads.
“Oh my god, what have you done Paul,” raced through my head, as I watched the driver lean over the jeep and pull a shirt from the back. The tight red polyester shorts stretched over a round muscle packed ass.
Paul McClaningham was standing by the doors of the school shaking hands and greeting the teachers as they returned. He looked so proud of himself as I walked over to him and whispered into his ear.
“What have you done,” I whispered.
“What the matter,” Paul replied. We have been friends since we both started at the school, him as principal and I as a history teacher.
“Don’t tell me that you hire that muscle god as the new coach,” I nodded toward the beef cake.
“What's wrong with him, he perfectly qualified,” Paul watched the new coach being greeted by several female teachers.
“The board and parents are going to take one look at him and all the rumors about you hiring him because of his looks. God, he looks like he just graduated. He did graduate from college didn’t he?”
“Relax,Dave. He graduated with two degrees in physical training and sports management. He is more than qualified. He was the running back and team captain for State, led them to the conference win last year, and two time wrestling champion, even went to the nationals. The board was actually very excited that we would have the honor of having the youngest coach in state history,” Paul tried to assure me.
“Hey, Mr, McClaningham,” the stud walked up to us. His voice was so deep that it gave me a hardon just listening to it.
“Brent, I told you to call me Paul. This is our history teacher David Sloan. I was telling him about all your qualifications,” Paul was beaming with pride.
“Nice to m33t you, Mr, Sloan. I’m Brent Estep,”. He reached out a large hand.
His grip was strong. He had put on an underarmour polo shirt that did nothing to hide his muscles. The shirt clanged to his large round pecs and huge biceps. Although he was a few inches shorter than both myself and Paul, he definitely made up for it with his broad shoulders and thick muscles.
“welcome to Hadrian High. call me Dave,” I willed my eyes away from his pecs.
Brent smiled at both Paul and myself, “well, I better find my office. We will be holding tryouts for the football team today. The coach can’t be late.”
“Yet me show you your office and the locker rooms,” Paul put his right arm around Brent’s shoulders and guided him into the school.
I couldn’t help checking out Brent’s right ass in the shorts as he walked away. “Yes, this is not going to end well,” I mumbled to myself.
Part 2
The first week of school went well with no major problems. I got busy getting reacquainted with the returning students and got to know the new sophomores and transferred students. I was a pretty popular teacher and most of my students enjoyed my cases. I always try to show them my love for history and try to make it enjoyable for them.
Coach Estep, or Coach Brent as the jock’s started calling him, started to fit in very well. A record number of students came out for tryouts for the football team, and the team started to look pretty good. There was also a record number of mothers who started to show up to watch practice as well. Brent wasn’t shy about his body and would wear his short shorts or tight khakis around the school. I and most of the women and other gay teachers didn’t mind. I overheard him tell some of the boys the reason he shaves his legs was because he was preparing for a bodybuilding competition. That was no surprise with his obviously shredded body. The jocks thought he was the coolest man at school, an honor I once held.
Although the week went well, I couldn’t wait for the weekend. Over the summer I was dating Deputy Nick Wilcox, the county hot blonde deputy sheriff. I met him when he pulled me over for accidentally going over the speed limit. When I saw those sexy blue eyes and that hot Norse god body in his tight fitting uniform I knew I wanted him. In addition, he was cocky and hyper masculine which made me want him even more. We ended up fucking back at my house, minutes after he pulled me over. Well, I was doing most of the fucking. I loved his deep moans as I plowed in and out of his obviously tight virgin cop ass.
We were planning a romantic dinner at my house Saturday night. He had just gotten office work and came straight over to my house. As soon as I saw his athletic body in the tight fitted uniform I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I eagerly pulled him into a kiss and we began to make out. He was still inexperienced in kissing another man, having never been with another man before we met. We forgot all about dinner as I stripped him out of his uniform, revealing his chisel athletic body with his deep golden tan. After stripping him, I laid back on the couch as he went down on me. He started to gag on my thick cock as he took it down his throat. He had improved a lot since we first started seeing each other. He adjusted his throat muscles and was soon bobbing his head up and down on my meat. I was thoroughly enjoying his blowjob when my cellphone rang. I tried to ignore it but it kept on. With Nick still bobbing up and down on my cock, I picked up the phone and saw it was Paul.
Frustrated, I picked up the cell phone, “what!? I’m busy right now.”
“Dave, I really need your help. Can you come over, now,” Paul said panicked.
“I’m with Nick, right now. Can this wait,” I tried not to moan as Nick worked his tongue over my shaft.
“No, it can’t. I really need you to come over. Alone,” he sounded very worried, almost scared.
“Ok, ok, I’ll be right over,” then the phone went dead.
Nick looked surprised and concerned as I pulled him off my cock, “everything ok?”
He looked so adorable with a long drool line running from his sexy lips to my cock head, “yeah, it's my boss and friend. He had some sort of emergency.”
“You need me to go with you,” he asked while still kneeling, naked before me as I stood up.
“No, I will try to be back as soon as I can. You can sleep over if you want, it's hard to tell how long it will take.” I pushed my hardon into my pants as I pulled them back on and headed out.
To be continued
2021-08-14 02:04:37 +0000 UTC
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It was supposed to be a hot weekend in Vegas. Greg was in the mood to celebrate having just got paid for a modeling gig. The company that he modeled for even put him up in a suite at the Caesar. He was definitely impressed. With a wad of cash he was looking forward to doing some gambling and picking up a woman or two. Greg was a regular in Vegas and knew his way around. He was no inexperienced tourist and it shows. He definitely had the high rollers looking and swagger down pat as he entered the casino. He was confident and sexy, even arrogant, a true alpha male. His expensive dress pants displayed his impressive crotch and well developed buttocks. While his silk red shirt was only half button and showed off his tattooed pecs. He was definitely turning heads as he walked up to the card table. Before long, he was winning big and a small crowd was soon gathering around him and he had a beautiful sexy woman by each side of him, a blonde and a brunette, encouraging him to bet more. One of the women placed a drink in front of him. He slipped the obviously expensive drink and continued to bet and play his hand. Although he was still winning, he found it harder to focus. His head even began to spin, so he cashed in his winnings and with his arm around each woman he led them back to his hotel room.
Once back to the luxury suite, as soon as they closed the door, Greg started to make out with the two women. They were running their hands over his tall muscular body, while unbuttoning his shirt. He was so turned on as he took turns making out with them. His shirt was peeled off his broad shoulders and fell to the floor. He moaned as the women ran their nails down his chisel 8 pack while licking his large nipples. Greg tried to undress them but they gently brush his hands away, while giggling. He was too wasted from the drink to protest. Nevertheless he was enjoying their attention, he knew they were loving his hot, smooth, Greek god body. Before he knew it, they were in the suite’s bedroom. The two women got him on the bed and proceeded to remove his shoes and his pants. They both pulled down the slacks down his muscular long legs. He was rock hard in his designer briefs while each woman kissed their way up his thighs. The blonde continued up his chisel torso and began to make out with him, while the brunette peeled down his briefs over his huge bulge. The last thing he remembered was his cock popping free and the blonde kissing him.
Greg wakes to find himself chained to the bed and a ball gag in his mouth. He struggled against the chains and tried to scream but it was futile. He could barely move and his yells were muffled and incomprehensible. Although he could see he felt the leather hood tight around his head. He looked down and saw that his own clothes were gone. Instead he was wearing a pair of skin tight leather pants. He was confused and scared. It was then he saw a livestream video camera and tripod set up in front of the bed. From the light on the front of the camera he knew it was on. He reached out his hands and tried to beg for help. However, deep down he knew it was no use. The viewers were probably very unlikely to call the police to save him.
It was then the doors to the bedroom opened and three men came in. They were wearing leather hoods and dressed in leather from head to boots. Fear filled Greg’s eyes and he tried again to break free. As he thrusted and pulled at the chains and muffled screamed, the lead man brought a whip out. He raised it into the air and brought it down on Greg’s abs. The pain shot through Greg’s abdomen. Tears welled up into Greg’s eyes.
The man with the whip turned to the camera, “Gentlemen, welcome to our show tonight. We are bringing you Greg here for your viewing pleasure and excitement. As you can see Greg is a healthy muscular man. He had a successful college football career in school, where he played the quarterback position. However, instead of using his degree in education after school, he became a well published model and had stripped for several upscale strip clubs that catered to rich women. He had quite the reputation as a womanizer and ladies’ man. He often boasted about how many women that support him on a regular basis at one time.”
Greg couldn’t believe he was being described like a prize object and that the man knew so much about him. As the man talked about Greg, he ran his hands up the secured, leather clad thighs. Greg tried to pull away but it was no use. When the stranger stopped talking he lifted the whip he held and stroked it across Greg’s muscular chest. Every muscle in Greg’s body clanged and flexed at the impact.
“Shall we begin gentlemen,” the stranger said into the camera before returning to stroking Greg’s muscular thighs.
Then suddenly another snap of the whip, this time right on Greg’s crotch. Tears poured in pain from his eyes as Greg’s body lurched into the air but then pulled back down by the chains. Then there was another snap of the whip across his shredded 8 pack. His abs tightened at the blow and air was knocked out of his lungs. He begged for the stranger to stop, but it came out muffled. Tears were now running from his eyes into and over the leather hood.
“The massage gun please,” the stranger directed one of his assistants.
The other man handed the massage gun to the lead man. It looks like just a standard massager that Greg had used several times on sore muscles. However, instead of placing it on Greg’s lean muscles, he aimed it on Greg’s crotch and turned in on full power. Greg tried to scream again as the massager vibrated and pounded against his cock. The leather of the pants offered no protection. He was humiliated as he felt his cock grow hard in the tight confines of the pants. He was in so much pain. The leader singled the other two men and they grabbed the pants by each leg and pulled them until they ripped. His cock and balls were exposed and red. The leader then placed the massager back and Greg begged for him to stop. Greg was left naked. His hot muscular tattooed body covered in sweat and exploded.
The leader then pulled the massager gun away. He then took a vibrator from one of the other men, who was coating it with lube. Upon seeing the device, Greg panicked. He tried to keep his virgin ass closed tight but it was no use. The leader kept pushing the prostate massager until it was firmly up his hole.
“Gentlemen, this device is connected to our servers. Each time you click the like icon on your screens, it will transit a sarge straight to our stud’s prostate,” the leader addressed the camera. “As such,” the man pressed the remote in his hand.
Greg’s body arched into the air against the chains, as a spasm ripped through his body. His cock got hard instantly. It was throbbing. As the first shock died down, there was another and another. The viewers were hitting the icon on their computers setting off the vibrator. Tears ran out of his eyes, as waves of pleasure and pain rode through him. Every muscle was shaking and spasming. His cock was rock hard and to his humiliation he came without touching himself. He shot his load high in the air and it landed in the leather mask over his face. However, the likes kept coming, and within minutes he came again. As the vibrator worked his prostate, the two assistants hooked claps into his nipples. For hours upon hours he endured the device up his ass and kept cumming over and over, until he couldn’t come any more. The three men used and abused his hot body over and over, encouraging the viewers to hit the like button more. When he couldn’t come anymore, the leader stopped the show.
“Gentlemen, now that you witness his endurance it is now time for the auction,” the leader pulled the tight leather hood off Greg’s head, displaying his rugged masculine , yet covered in tears and sweat, face.
Greg laid there listening to and watching on a monitor the bids for him to come in. As the amount climbed, he grew defeated. He knew his free, straight life was over. By the morning he was sold for a million dollars to an asian billionaire.
2021-08-12 01:12:41 +0000 UTC
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I couldn’t believe my luck. I was driving through a small town and decided to stop at a local diner for something to eat. The pretty waitress took my order and while I was waiting for my food this gorgeous cop came into the restaurant. His uniform proudly showed off a fine muscular body. I watched his muscular, thick thighs and round beefy ass as he walked past me and sat at a table, two tables down from me, facing my direction. I had a nice view of his impressive package as he sat with his muscular legs spread. The waitress practically ran over to take his order. They both flirted with each other. He smiled at her, flashing his pearly white teeth and flexing his large biceps. I took in the thick veins that ran up each smooth, large arms. The waitress was practically drooling over the police officer. I was virtually forgotten as the waitress went off to get him a sprite soda. He looked toward me and nodded his head in greeting. I smiled back and moved my hand to make sure he saw my ancient ring that I wore on my right hand. From where I was seated the light picked up the brilliant cuts of the ruby and shined into the cop’s eyes. He looked away but as expected his eyes kept being drawn back to the ruby. His breathing grew relaxed as his chest raised and fell under the bulletproof vest and his tight uniform. He didn’t even acknowledge the waitress this time as she brought him his drink. He just continued to stare at my ring.
“Can I join you, Officer,” I broke his focus on the ring when I stood up and walked to his table.
The officer replied confused, as he realized his mind drifted away, “oh, yeah, sure.”
“It's a nice little town you got here,” I tried not being too forward to relax his guard.
“You passing through,” the officer took a slip of his soda and noticed his eyes kept darting back to the ring.
“Yes, I was visiting a friend in the next state and was heading home. I got hungry and decided this place would look nice and cozy, relaxing,” I turned my ring between my fingers so the light that hit it continued to flicker.
“That’s a nice ring,” the officer once again stared at the bright red rubie.
“Thank you, it has been in my family for several centuries,” I held out my hand so he could get a better look. “I always found it very warm and relaxing to look at it, especially when the light hit it just the right way. You agree?”
The officer’s eyes looked sleepy as he looked at the brilliant cuts of the gem, “yes.”
I whispered low, “it makes you just want to let your mind drift away and become so relaxed and open.”
I looked at his name badge and saw that his name was Parker.
“It is a pleasure meeting you Officer Parker, you seem like such a relaxed, calm officer, no stress or concerns,” I held out my hand.
“Thank you, sir. I’m Troy, Troy Parker,” he took my hand to shake it.
I pulled his muscular arm and all will power was pulled out of him. His head fell forward onto his chest.
“Is he alright,” the waitress asked as she brought our orders over.
“Yes, he's tired. Told me he just came off a long shift,” I looked from her to my sleeping muscle cop.
“Poor thing, must be exhausted,” I noticed her checking out his muscular body as he sat slowly breathing.
I waited for the waitress to walk away and I got up and took the seat beside the muscular cop. I reached under the table and felt his thighs. The quads were firm and massive. I moved my right hand up his thigh.
“Troy, can you hear me,” I whispered.
“Yes, sir,” Troy replied sheepishly.
“You feel so good and relaxed as you listen to my voice. The more you listen and obey, the more good and aroused you become. It feels so good to obey.”
My hand gripped his crotch and found him hard in his uniform pants.
“Feel good to obey,” he mumbled.
“Good, boy. When you obey and submit to me all of your stress will just fade away. You have no concerns or worries,” I whispered as I squeezed and grope his cock through his uniform
“Yes, feel good to submit,” he groaned lowly.
“Good. When I snap my fingers you're going to wake up, feeling refreshed. However, You will feel submissive only to me. You will want and desire to obey and serve me,” I smiled as his cock got harder and harder in my hand.
“Want and need to obey you,” the cop moaned.
I put my fingers up to his face and snapped my fingers. He woke instantly. He turned and saw me sitting beside him. I saw the confident, alpha air of him vanished when his eyes fell on me and he instantly lowered his eyes in submissiveness.
“Sorry, I fell asleep, sir,” he was red with embarrassment.
“That’s ok, eat up boy,” I patted his leg.
However I could tell he was too horny to eat. He kept spreading his tree trunk size legs pressing them against mine.
I couldn’t wait to break him in. “Go into the restroom. drop your pants and wait for me,” I stroked his round muscular ass as I walked to the cashier.
“Yes, sir,” he replied. The bulge in his uniform was obscene.
The pretty little waitress was no longer friendly, thinking that I had stolen the hunky hero from her. I held back my laughter as I paid for our checks. I then followed Officer Troy into the bathroom. I was greeted with the bodybuilding cop leaning against the sink countertop with his uniform pants and briefs down around his black boots. His ass was perfect, smooth and muscular. Thick cords of muscles ran up his powerful hamstrings. His gun belt looked so sex, hanging low on his narrow tight waist. I couldn’t wait to fuck that big cop ass. He moaned in pleasure as I touched his ass, spreading the huge globes to reveal his tight, virgin cop hole. I reached around him and pumped some soap onto my hand. I then started to push my soaped fingers into his tight hole, teasing and probing him. He grip the sink and tried not to moan too loud as I stroked his insides, but He was so turned on. At that moment I decided that I would stay in town a little while and enjoy my new cop slave.
2021-08-11 01:25:12 +0000 UTC
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Brandon told his secretary that he was going to the gym for his lunch as he hurriedly left the office. Working out during his lunch was his regular afternoon routine. He had kept his lean, muscular build from his college jock days, while many white collar executives like himself got soft and fat. He knows his body and good looks were his best assets. He wouldn’t have his career and a rich wife if it weren’t for his hard, toned body, especially his chisel abs and round tight bubble ass.
However, on Wednesdays he doesn’t go to the gym. Instead he ends up at a luxury hotel close to his regular gym. The handsome, married executive turned heads as he walked through the elegant lobby toward the front desk to pick up the card key left for him at the front desk. He had an air of masculinity and confidence about him. His tailed suite was obviously expensive and showed off his lean muscular body in all the right places.
“Ah, Mr. Smith, it is a pleasure to see you again,” the hotel manager intercepted the front desk clerk. The manager was very discreet when it came to the privacy of his important guests. “Everything has been arranged,” he whispered. He smiled at Brandon as he handed him the key to the room that was reserved, “I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr Smith.”
“Thank you,” Brandon took the room card key.
As Brandon walked toward the elevator, the older gay man couldn’t help but check out the well dress executive especially how the tailored slacks hugged his well developed ass muscles.
When Brandon reached the hotel room, he let himself in and began to undress. He carefully hung up his suit and clothes. Within a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Not bothering to cover up, he opened the door naked. Mr. Hudson was pleased when he saw the younger man standing before him naked with Brandon’s cock standing straight up from his flat, 8 pack stomach. Hudson closed the door behind him and pulled Brandon by his cock into an embrace. Hudson’s tongue hungrily dominated Brandon’s mouth as his hands explored the younger man’s tight muscular body. Brandon let out a moan as the older man gripped his firm ass cheeks, spreading and kneading them. Brandon never thought he would ever be with another man nor like being dominated. That was until he met Mr. Hudson. Brandon was always the straight cocky jock in college, the dominant one. However, Mr. Hudson taught him his true purpose. Before Brandon knew it he was face down on the bed getting his ass spanked by the older man. With each hard slap, the younger executive moaned in both lust and pain. His cock was rock hard and throbbing as it was pressed between the mattress and his chisel abs. Mr. Hudson pulled out his cock from his own suit pants and aimed the thick cock head at the tight hole between Brandon’s plumped ass cheeks. Grabbing Brandon by his thick, yet professional cut, hair, Mr. Hudson roughly pushed into the younger man. Brandon let out a grunt as he was penetrated. He felt so good as the thick meat slid deep into him. Hudson pulled it and then slammed back into him. He started to move in and out, each time deeper and harder into the muscle boypussy. Brandon’s deep masculine moans was encouraging the older man to still fuck him harder. As Hudson pushed into Brandon’s hole, Brandon pushed his athletic hips back, begging for more.
“Does your little wife know how much of a slut her sexy husband is,” the older man slammed harder into the tight perfect bubble ass.
“Urgh,” Brandon moaned as he clutched the sheets with his fists. His eyes rolled back into his head as the cock pounded his prostate.
“You are such a good bitch,” the older man thrusted hard in and out.
Brandon felt so good and he didn’t care what the man called him. He was trained to accept his place serving another man. When he got fucked he was no longer the confident, in charge professional he was at work, in his social life, and with his wife. He began to flex his ass around the man’s cock. He wants to feel the man cum inside him. Brandon’s ass was so tight around Mr. Hudson’s cock as the powerful ass muscles began to gripped the older man tighter. Hudson was pleased, he had trained Brandon well. Hudson made one last hard thrust into Brandon and started coming. Brandon felt the warm seed fill deep inside him and he quickly followed. Shooting his load onto the bed.
After he was sure both him and Brandon had finished coming, Mr. Hudson pulled out of the destroyed ass. Brandon continued to lay there in the bed enjoying the post orgasm bliss, while Hudson cleaned himself off.
“I have a meeting to go to,” the older man leaned down and kissed the back of Brandon’s neck. “Why don’t you take off the rest of the day? I tell my daughter that you are working on a project,” Hudson ran his hand down the middle of the younger man’s back.
Brandon just gave a pleasant groan, “yes boss or is it daddy.”
Hudson laughed and gave the sore ass a playful slap, before standing up. He then placed five one hundred dollar bills on the nightstand, and left. When Hudson, his employer and father-in-law, left, Brandon continued to lay on his stomach. He felt so blissfully good as the older man’s cum leaking from his ass. Before he knew it he fell asleep.
Brandon was so deep asleep that he didn’t hear the suite door open. The hotel manager used his pass key to enter the room. He carefully made his way to the bed and looked down at the sleeping stud. He thought Brandon looked so masculine beautiful laying there on the bed. Gently he reached down and stroked the smooth, muscular thighs up to the beautiful sculpted ass. Brandon stirred in his sleep and let out a low groan. The hotel manager admired the ruined hole between the plump ass cheeks. Hudson’s cum was still leaking from the still stretched hole. As he admired the stud’s hole he reached down and opened his pants. He then scooped up some of the old man’s cum that had leaked from the ruined manpussy.
Feeling the man’s touch on his sensitive, still rare hole, Brandon woke up, “what the fuck. What are you doing?”
The hotel manager placed his hand filled with Hudson’s cum over Brandon’s mouth to stop him from yelling. He then aimed his cock at the loosened hole and pushed in. Using Mr. Hudson’s cum as lube, the manager pushed in and out of the muscular younger man’s prime ass. Being fucked once again, Brandon’s anger faded into pleasure. He moaned into the other man’s hand as he breathed in his father-in-law’s cum on the stranger’s hand. His eyes once again rolled into his head and he began to push back.
“You are a hot muscle whore aren’t you? A big dumb slut,” the hotel manager pounded in and out of Brandon.
“Fffuck, yes,” Brandon yelled.
He loved being dominated and humiliated. He was working his magnificent muscular ass around the cock. The hotel manager was shocked and turned on. He never knew from all the time he saw the well dressed executive, with his cocky attitude and hot sexy body, how much of a slut he actually was. He could feel the younger man was about to come as the anal muscles contacted and flexed around his cock. It was like a vice around his cock. Finally Brandon came for a second time of the day. As he came, his anal muscles spasm around the thick cock, milking it. The manager quickly followed the younger man and came deep inside Brandon. Brandon passed out as the older man eased out of him. He took one last look at the beautiful ass, this time with his cum leaking from it. He put away his cock and sneaked out of the hotel room. Before the hotel manager left the room, however, he took the $500 from the nightstand.
2021-08-10 00:30:32 +0000 UTC
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Another game in a small hick town. The minor league wasn’t what Jason was hoping for when he graduated from college. He had hoped to be in the majors by now. Instead, at 30 he was playing in one hick town after another. He always dread playing in Charleston. He always seems to be off his game there. Every time he was up to bat he would strike out. On the front row, on the first seat of the front row, where the visiting team batters prepared to be up at home plate, the same man always sat. Jason could feel the man’s eyes on his ass as he practiced his swing. Several times he made eye contact with the man and the stranger smiled. When Jason got up to bat he couldn’t concentrate and missed the ball every time.
It was a late game that ended with a win for the Charleston home team. Frustrated, Jason returned to the hotel. He was fortunate that his normal roommate had brought his wife and they were sharing a separate room elsewhere that trip. Jason’s own wife was back in upstate New York. He found himself horny and bored. He stripped out of his baseball uniform and carefully folded it into his travel bag. He was down to his jockstrap as he walked to the mirror by the bathroom. He still has a great body, from keeping in shape for baseball and CrossFit competitions during off seasons. His strong muscular arms and chisel, hard body were darkly tanned and tattooed. He smiled as he reached into his jockstrap and pulled out his cup. The bulge in his jock pouch was still impressive. He peeled down the jockstrap and stepped out of them. His body was smooth, freshly shaven. It has been a habit he recently got into. Everytime he came to play in Charleston he would shave his muscular body smooth from the neck down. It has been causing fights with his wife. She demands why he was doing it, even accusing him of having an affair. He couldn’t explain why he felt compelled. However, he had to admit, as he stood naked by the mirror, he did like how the smoothness showed off his chisel 8 pack and the vascular veins leading to his cock. His cock grew full and fat as he admired how he looked. He turned to go into the bathroom and couldn’t stop himself from checking out his full round ass. In the shower he washed away the grim of the game. When he felt refreshed he turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom.
Jason had just pulled his jockstrap back on when he heard a knock on the hotel door. Jason didn’t bother to pull on any shorts over his jock as he walked over to the door. When he opened it, he saw the man from the front row at the field. The man was smiling at him again as he took in Jason’s half naked before him. Jason swallowed hard and stepped aside to let the man in. As soon as the door closed behind him, the stranger grabbed the back of Jason’s neck and pulled the baseball player into a long deep kiss. Jason moaned into the older man’s mouth. Memories of all the times he had met the man after a game flooded back into Jason’s mind. The man reached down and gripped Jason’s plump, yet sculpted jock framed ass.
The older man broke their kiss, “you looked so sexy this evening.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jason felt so submissive and good.
The man looked around the hotel room, “Josh’s wife in town isn’t she? It is a shame I was looking forward to having a threesome with you two stallions again.”
The stranger continued to rub and knead Jason’s firm ass cheeks. Jason remembered him and Josh being on their knees servicing and worshipping the older man’s cock. He remembered the taste of the man’s cock and the taste of his teammate’s mouth as their lips touched while sharing their master’s thick cock.
The man that he knew as Master stepped back. Jason then obediently knelt before him and undid his master’s pants. The thick cock popped free and slapped Jason on his handsome masculine face. The master smiled down at the sexy baseball player and stroked his cock along the chisel masculine jawline and cheeks. Jason closed his eyes and took the cock into his mouth. It felt so good and right as the masculine jock began to worship the cock. He swirled his tongue over the tip of the cock head before taking it between his lips. He worked his tongue over the shaft as he worked the thick cock down his tight throat. Jason didn’t know how he learned to suck a cock or know what the man liked but he was so focused on pleasuring his master. The older man grabbed Jason’s head and began to fuck the stud’s mouth.
“You are such a good cock sucker,” the master moaned.
Jason felt so proud as he worked the cock further down his throat. The muscles of his neck were flexing around it’s thickness. His own cock was rock hard, trapped in the confines of the jockstrap. The baseball jock’s mouth felt so good that the master gripped Jason’s head and held his cock deep down his throat. Jason couldn’t breathe as he tried to grip the man’s legs for support. The master let out a loud moan and shot his seed down Jason’s throat. The cum ran out of Jason’s mouth as the master pulled out. He continued to cum, though, covering the masculine baseball player’s face in cum. Jason found himself swallowing the load in his throat and licked it off his lips and mouth. He was so turned on from getting face fucked that he didn’t even realize he had came. Filling his jockstrap with his own cum.
2021-08-09 01:04:07 +0000 UTC
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Every Saturday when Officer Mike Byers was off duty he would workout and then get a massage. It helped so much to relieve his stress of the week. When he left the house and told his wife his plans, she told him to enjoy himself. His wife wasn’t jealous, knowing that the masseuse was a man, not a woman who could seduce her muscular stud of a husband. She thought her straight alpha male husband would never cheat on her with another man.
“How has your week been,” Andy asked as Mike came out of the changing room in just a white town around his waist.
Mike had just finished working out for two hours and his body was visibly pumped.
“Stressful,” Mike responded.
“Well let's see if we can loosen you up and relieve some of the stress. Hoop on the table,” Andy pulled out a fresh towel.
Mike dropped his towel and displayed his naked body and his soft cock. He laid face down on the table. Andy then draped a smaller, folded towel over Mike’s tone ass. Andy poured some of his special oil on his hand and started to massage Mike’s back.
“You are really tense and tight,” Andy rubbed his hands over Mike’s broad shoulders and down the smooth back.
“Been a long week,” Mike replied sleepily.
“Stress at work and home, with the wife,” Andy worked the lotion deep into the tight muscles.
“Yyess, being married a bitch,” Mike mumbled
He was already feeling so relaxed as Andy's hands moved lower.
“All the stress you must be under all the time. Always in control and in change. You are lucky you have a place to just relax and give up control,” Andy whispered as he removed the towel from Mike’s buttocks.
“Yes, it feels good to give up control,” Mike moaned as Andy rubbed, squeezed and kneaded his muscular ass.
Andy smiled as he spread the cop’s muscular cheeks and revealed the tight little hole. He took the oil and poured some between the plump ass cheeks and watched the oil run down and into Mike’s hole causing the off duty police officer to groan. Andy’s crotch was right against Mike’s head as he bent forward, while reaching down to the smooth ass. He was moving his up and down from the broad shoulders down to the firm ass cheeks. He smiled more as he felt the straight cop’s breath against his crotch.
“That’s a good boy, just give up control and obey,” Andy whispered as he teased Mike’s hole with an oiled finger.
“Feel ssooo good to obey,” Mike moaned as he opened his mouth and began to suck Andy through his pants.
“Good, boy,” Andy whispered as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock.
Andy slapped his thick hard cock against Mike’s rugged handsome face. Mike obediently opened his mouth and let the cock slid between his lips. Andy began to thrust his hips in and out of Mike’s mouth. As Mike’s tongue and tight throat worked the thick cock, Andy reached down and probed an oily finger into the cop’s hole. Mike groaned over the large cock and spread his legs until he was straddling the massage table. When Mike had thoroughly coated Andy’s cock with drool and saliva, Andy pulled out of the cop’s mouth and moved behind Mike. Mike kept his head down while lifting his muscular ass into the air. Andy finished undressing and then climbed on to the table behind Mike’s round ass. He aimed his cock at the oiled lubed coppussy snd pushed hard. Mike let out a loud deep grunt as the cock slid into him. Andy grabbed Mike’s waist as he pushed deeper. Andy and Mike were both in pure pleasure. Mike was tight and felt so good as his ass muscles gripped Andy’s cock. Andy pulled out and thrusted back into the cop’s ass. All of Mike’s tense and stress were being fucked out of him. He is no longer in charge. He surrendered control over to Andy, and he felt so good. All of his worries, concerns about his job, marriage, his straight alpha life was all gone. His cock was rock hard under him, bouncing in rhythm with each thrust from Andy. Andy pressed his body against Mike’s and reached around the muscular torso. He hugged the cop tight as he plowed in and out of him.
Andy whispered into Mike’s ear, “cum, cum now.”
“Yes, sir,” Mike groaned loud and right on command he started to cum on the table below him.
As Mike came in wave after wave, his ass muscles clamped down on Andy’s cock and began to milk it. The vice-like grip spasming around his cock caused Andy to quickly follow. He came deep inside the client's pussy, filling him. Mike collapsed on to the massage table with Andy’s cock still buried deep inside him. When Andy recovered from his post orgasm high, he pulled out of the cop’s ass. He walked around to Mike’s head and lifted him by his sweat soaked hair. Mike looked up at him with a look of obedience and opened his mouth to lick the masseuse’s cock clean.
When their session ended, Mike got off the table and began to redress. When Mike came out of the dressing room, in his gym clothes, Andy smiled at him. Mike once again looked like the muscular alpha stud everyone assumed he was.
“Thank you, I really needed that,” Mike said as he pulled out the fee for the massage.
“Glad I can help. Until next weekend,” Andy took the money and put it into his pants pocket.
“Definitely,” Mike smiled back and turned to leave.
2021-08-07 02:39:14 +0000 UTC
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When the Emir of the small but oil rich nation announced that he was hosting a bodybuilding competition with the grand prize of half a million US dollars, the best bodybuilders in the world eagerly signed up for the competition. However, of the applicants, a select few, the best of the best, were ultimately invited to compete. The Emir even put up the competitors in his own lavish palace. Upon arriving at the desert palace they were treated like princes. They were supplied with the best supplements and their own customized meals. However, things weren’t as they seem. The emir also invited several of his wealthy friends who shared his interest in bodybuilders. The bodybuilders were unaware that as they practiced posing, trained, sleep and even showered, they were being watched by potential buyers. On the day of the competition, as each bodybuilder flex and pose on stage the wealthy gay men made secret bids on their favorites.
Dimitri was cocky as he posed and flexed his shredded body on stage. The 6’4” Russian knew he had the best physique on stage and it shows. The Emir loved the Russian muscle stud’s arrogance and wanted to keep Dimitri for himself. However, several other bidders also found the Russian bodybuilder too sexy and cocky to pass up. They all desired to break the arrogant stud and turned him into their fuck toys. As Dimitri went through his posing routine he was unaware that a bidding war was being fought over him. The Emir eventually won out over his own competition among the bidders.
Naturally, being the Emir’s choice, Dimitri won first place. The middle eastern ruler came on stage to congratulate Dimitri and placed the medal around the muscle God’s neck and presented him with the trophy. Dimitri gave the Emir a lite bow as the two men shook hands. However, Dimitri smirked as he noticed the Emir’s eyes running down his half-naked body. He knew the look, the lustful look of a gay man. He gets a lot of those looks. He normally tell gay men to fuck off, but he couldn’t really do it to royalty. The Emir’s eyes stayed a little too long on Dimitri’s posers. The bulge in the bodybuilder’s tiny trunks was almost nonexistent. The Emir smiled to himself. The Russian bodybuilder probably had tried his whole life to overcompensate for his inadequacies as a man, the Emir mused. He tried to compensate by building the perfect body that he thought women wanted and even turned to steroids. However, like a vicious circle, the steroids only reduced his manhood further. Dimitri gave the Emir an angry look when the two men’s eyes met.
Later that night the Emir hosted a large formal banquet for the bodybuilders that competed and Dimitri as the winner was the guest of honor. Dimitri was looking forward to the banquet so that he could eat anything that he had sacrificed over the last few months to get competition condition. He returned to his suite and peeled off the tiny poser to jump in the shower to wash off the fake tan. He then noticed the bottle of expensive champagne on the table in the living room area of the suite. He couldn’t wait, as he popped the bottle open and poured himself a glass full of the champagne. It felt good running down the inside of his throat. He finished off the glass and placed it back on the table. However, as he walked into the large bathroom to shower, he suddenly felt dizzy. His huge muscles felt useless as his massive legs gave out. He gripped the bathroom sink as he fell to the floor, and then everything went back.
Dimitri awoke to the steering pain of a cock pushing through his tight virgin ass’s muscle rings.
“Ah, you awake,” the Emir laughed as he held Dimitri’s chisel waist while pushing his thick, large cock further up the muscle pussy.
Dimitri tried to pull away but found his arms and legs were securely bound between two marble columns. He tried to yeah, but he was unable to speak or screamed as two hooks on each side of his mouth and secured behind his head, kept his mouth open. He looked around the banquet hall in horror. Throughout the large hall the beautiful, naked bodybuilders, who had completed earlier in the day, were getting fucked and used in various positions by the older, rich men. The men were enjoying and breaking in their new acquisitions. The sounds of moans and flesh slamming against hard muscles filled the room. The Emir pulled out of Dimitri and roughly thrusted back into the stretched, ruined hole. Tears ran down Dimitri masculine face as the huge cock pounded his prostate. To Dimitri’s horror his 3” inch cock was rock hard.
The Emir whispered into Dimitri as he thrusted in and out of the big muscular ass, “you were born to be a bottom for real men, with that tiny, insufficient dickit of yours.”
Dimitri was so humiliated. He started to pull at the tight chains and tried to curse the older man, but it just came out as muffled grunts. The Emir pulled out of his Russian slave. Suddenly a shock ripped through Dimitri’s muscles from his neck down to his feet. He realized insistly that a shock collar was fastened around his thick neck. As the intense pain faded, tears streamed from his eyes, down this rugged face.
“Now, now we don’t want to injure yourself do you? As long as you are a good obedient boy then you will be fine,” the Emir slapped Dimitri’s smooth ass cheeks.
“Fuck you,” Dimitri muffled tried to yell.
Several onlooking rich guests of the Emir’s, laughed. That earned the tough Russian another jolt. Despite the intense pain, his cock began to leak a large amount of pre-cum.
“Now let's try it again,” the Emir grabbed the bodybuilder’s tight, chisel waist and pushed back into the destroyed muscle pussy.
Dimitri was being betrayed by his own cock, which remained rock hard, while throbbing and leaking. He was confused, was he enjoying being fucked and used. He had no idea that while he was out he was pumped with drugs to keep him confused and rock hard.
The Emir thrusted all of the way into the bodybuilder’s ass. His belly was slapping against the hardness of Dimitri’s ass and v shape back. He then paused deep inside the bodybuilder and let out a deep loud moan. Dimitri was crying harder as he felt the older man cum inside him. He felt the warm cum filling him. Finally the Emir pulled out of him with a pop.
Dimitri was relieved that he was no longer being fucked. The Emir walked around the Russian, while running his hands over the sweat covered muscles. When the older man got in front of Dimitri, the chains relaxed the tense. Able to move, Dimitri tried to lunge at the Emir but another shock from the collar caused the muscle stud to fall to his knees in pain. The Emir laughed as he grabbed Dimitri’s hair.
“Now, now. Are you going to be a good boy, or do we need to teach you a lesson,” the Emir made Dimitri look up at him.
Tears ran down the handsome rugged cheeks. All the cockiness was gone from Dimitri’s eyes.
“Good boy, now clean my cock like a good boy,” the Emir pushed his cock into the open mouth.
Dimitri couldn’t close his mouth or bite down as the cock ran over his tongue.
“That’s a good boy,” the Emir patted his head.
When the Emir pulled out his cock, he clapped his hands and two servants quickly ran up to Dimitri. He watched helplessly as they fixed his cock with a cock cage. His life as a free man was gone. After that night, he began his training as a slave. His cock was kept locked up until the Emir fucked him. He soon associates his cock’s freedom and his ability to cum with getting fucked. He was soon begging for his master to fuck him, so he can come. If Dimitri disobeys he quickly feels the pain of the collar. The Emir made sure his slave workout and train twice a day. Dimitri grew bigger, more muscular by each passing day. As he grew bigger, he grew more submissive and obedient.
2021-08-06 01:17:10 +0000 UTC
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The gay Japanese billionaires were thrilled with the olympics being hosted in their country. The best athletes in the world showcasing their talents, abilities, and hard tight bodies. Hiroe was hired to procure the sexiness of those athletes for his employers. He waited until after his target competition and had received their award before he made his move. On his list to procure was the hot younger Brazilian diver. When he saw Rafael by the pool in his tight little speedo, Hiroe knew why his employers wanted him. The stud was shredded with sculpted muscles as he pulled himself from the water and walked toward the showers to listen for his score. The diver’s bulge in the tiny swimsuit was almost obscene. When Rafael turned around, his sculpted ass was mouthwatering. Hiroe couldn’t wait to capture this one. He watched from the shadows as the Olympic athlete dried his god-like body and pulled on a pair of track pants over his smooth thighs and hid his packed speedo away.
After Rafael received his model and was congratulated by his teammates, family, he made his way to the changing area. The diver unzipped his team uniform jacket and peeled it down his arms, when Hiroe jumped in. He pressed a soaked rag over Rafael’s mouth. The divers lithe body struggled to get free as he tried to hold his breath. However, Hiroe was well trained and experienced in handling athletes like Rafael. A tight squeeze of Rafael’s impressive cock through the track pants and speedo, caused the muscular athlete to open his mouth to yell. He in return got a deep breath of the sweet smelling rag. Rafael’s sexy eyelashes feathered and his eyes eventually rolled Back into his head as his chisel body became limp in Hiroe’s arms. Hiroe held his prey to make sure the stud was truly out and then lowered the out cold stud down on the locker room floor. Rafael looked so sexy laying helpless before Hiroe’s feet. Hiroe then proceeded to strip his victim. He pulled the sliders off Rafael's feet and then pulled the team uniform pants off the sexy legs. The green and yellow swim suit looked even tinier close up.
“You are so beautiful,” Hiroe whispered as he sat on the nearby bench and pulled Rafael onto his lap, to hold the athlete’s close to his clothed body.
With one hand he boldly began to squeeze and rubbed the impressive cock that laid under the tight speedo, while stroking the jock’s chisel abs with his other hand. Rafael moaned in his sleep and his cock grew hard in the tight swim trunk as he was groped. Hiroe wasn’t concerned, and merely smiled. He knew the jock boy would be out for several hours. Instead he was enjoying the feel of Rafael’s hard cock through the spandex speedo. His own cock was hard, pressing against that tight little bubble ass as it sat on his lap. Hiroe wanted to fuck the diver sexy ass so badly. He had already secured several top named athletes for his employers. They wouldn’t mind for him to sample that sweet ass. Hiroe bent the limp diver over the bench, face down. The sexy Brazilian athlete’s muscular limbs hanging over the bench, with the tight sculpted ass facing him. Hiroe then peeled the speedo down over the chisel flawless ass cheeks. It was beautiful, smooth and white like marble. He then knelt behind the flawless diver and spread the firm ass cheeks. Rafael’s tight jock Pusey was as smooth as the rest of the star swimmers. Hiroe leaned forward and pressed his face between those sculpted cheeks. Rafael moaned in his sleep again as Hiroe’s tongue probed his virgin ass. Hiroe licked and probed his tongue as far as he could into the tight rosebud. As he rimmed the diver, he reached down and undid his own pants. He pulled out his sizable hard cock, and stroked himself as he got the virgin jockpussy wet and loose. Believing he had it loose enough, Hiroe stood up and aimed his cock at the wet tight hole.
Rafael’s ass was tight but felt like pure heaven to Hiroe as he pushed into the hole. Rafael grunted as Hiroe pushed deeper. Once the tight inner ring gave in, Hiroe eased out and thrust hard back in. He grabbed the tight, chisel waist and started fucking the stud hard. Hiroe slammed in and out of the helpless stud, each time deeper and harder. When he slammed all the way into the swimmer’s ass, his belly slapped against the ripped, hard athlete's body under him. He paused deep inside the Olympic ass, feeling the tightness around him, he couldn’t take anymore. Hiroe closed his eyes and came hard. He came deep inside the diver’s ass, filling him. When he finally stopped coming and came down from his post orgasm high, he pulled out the passed out stud. He stepped back and admired the ruined ass. His cum was leaking out of once tight, virgin ass. He then gently pulled the speedo back over the beautiful ass. He gave the once again covered ass a pat before lifting the still out cold athlete over his shoulders. As he carried the muscular younger man over his shoulders across the locker room, he stroked the beautiful sculpted ass. He smiled to himself as his cum continued to leak from the ruined ass and soaked the tight seat of the speedo. Hiroe gently laid Rafael into a laundry bin. He admired the peaceful looking Olympic athlete one last time, before covering the diver with towels and rolled the bin out of the locker room.
Other sexy athletes, along with Rafael were drugged and for the next four days their sexy muscular bodies were used and fucked by the gay Japanese billionaires. The best and sexiest wrestlers, gymnasts, swimmers, and other prime athletes were repeatedly fucked up their tight asses and down their virgin throats. When the billionaires finished using them, they were released and once the drugs wore off they had no memories of what happened to them.
2021-08-05 02:00:45 +0000 UTC
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