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Waking up to my phone’s alarm and laying in my hotel room bed, I’m shocked by the fact that I slept through the night and Dean somehow got me back. Maybe Charles or somebody helped. Speaking of which, Charles, who is most definitely my boss, has fucked me and filled me with so much cum that my belly was full. Then Dean fucked me and filled me even more. Now that I think about it, where is Dean? I smell coffee. I better get up and use the potty. One time dean crawled on top of me and pushed his lubed up EDC (Every Day Cock) up into me. Dean’s EDC was a bit of an elephant gift that he loved, yeah. It started as a 3D scan of my own dick. I  was ringed and pumped so I was super veiny flared and all. It was amazing.  I tweaked the dimensions a bit, making it 9 inches long and thicker than a tennis ball. I then custom colored and poured platinum silicone. But yeah. He’s fucking me and I’m telling him to stop because I need to take a leak. What does he do?  He rolls us over so he is on his back and I’m laying on him, and he tells me to crab walk off him. The last time I crab walked, I had three dicks in me. as I’m about to move off him, he grabs my hips and drills his  dick into me pounding my prostate and bladder setting me off. i cum and piss all over the place. As I come down from my post orgasmic high, I slump down onto Dean enjoying the closeness we share. Dean slides us up the bed so that he is sitting up against the headboard and I’m sitting in the best ever recliner. As dean slowly thrusts into me, he cups my budding breast and tweaks my nipples……. And potty time

I walk into the living room, taking it all in. Dean is sitting on the couch in a bathrobe, coffee and food behind him at the bar, our luggage and our fursuits. Dean sipping his coffee looks at me, smiles, and says “morning beautiful” as he looks me up and down.
He then asks ” did you sleep well? Looked like you enjoyed yourself at the party. I sure did”. As I walk towards him answering “yes”. Something catches my eye off to the left. As I look at it, it dawns on me what it is. I look at Dean, Look at what I saw, then back at Dean. Stammering “What is that? That’s not what I think it is, is it? ” Dean Looks at me and says “yeah” sheepishly, As  he opens his bathrobe and parts his legs showing me his fully shaved body.

There on the floor is the lynx fursuit from last night. Looking at  Dean, realizing I’ve never seen him shaved. I’ve gone down on him and he’s grounded himself against me, but he was always bushy.
Last night I fucked my boyfriends pussy for the first time and I didn’t know it.  I loved him so much in that moment and yet, confused a bit.Then he says ” I hope you’re not mad at me. I wanted our first time like that to be pressure free, I didn’t want you  to be worrying about me, afraid that you were hurting me.  I came to the reality that you have given your whole being, body and soul up to me.You changed so much about yourself.  And,yes, I know you wanted to transition  or mod yourself as you put it. But you wanted to be the person you wanted to be, so who was I to deny you that. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching it happen”

“I’m not mad, far from it. I love you so much. I can’t imagine what you were thinking coming to this decision.  I have no words that can express how I truly feel.  You are the most beautiful person inside and out. I am so lucky to have you as my  partner, my friend my love.
Dean stands up and walks up to me and gives me a kiss as he cups a breast and brushes’s the nipple, sending shocks through my body.  Then he tells me to get some coffee and a bite.

making my way to the bar i hear dean make a guttural moan behind me.  I figured he liked the view. As im sipping my coffee, dean comes up behind me two things happen at the same time. first, he places his arms around me and clasps his hands together holding something.  second, i feel a lubed cock head push between may ass cheeks and kiss my rose bud.  Dean then says ” you know i love you so much, right? ” and i shake my head yes in reply.  He continues ” you know I can’t see myself with anyone else, that I only want you “as he starts pushing into me, I whimper and moan. he push past a thickening in the cock. he then presents to me  a burnished orange velvet box (my favorite colour) and slowly opens it reveiling what i can nly imagine is a wedding ring. ” will you marry me? “as he pushes the rest of his cock into me to the base. 

Lost between the lust and the love for this man, I start crying and shaking my head vigorously. ” Yes, yes, I will marry me! you complete me, i love you so much! ” dean starts deep stroking in and out as he slips the ring on my finger. He then shifts his attention to my breast. He starts cupping, squeezing and mashing them together. he then trails a hand down may stomach and grasp my own cock giving it a few strokes. releasing my engorged cock, his hand slick from my precum slides back up to my belly and stops. a hand on my belly end the other in a breast, dean remarks “if i didn’t know better. I’d think you were pregnant. ” Riding his cock, I look back at him and say “I would if I could”

As dean is giving it to me good, he asks me ” So, you really want to tie the knot? ” To which I respond with ” god, yes I do! ” Dean draws back then thrust into more go the base, only for it not to be the base, but a giant knot that I am now tied to. I start cumming and I feel Dean cumming in me. This new dildo is amazing, it actually feels like it’s pulsing in me as it’s shooting cum into me. After several minutes, the knot feels as if it was smaller and deans pulls out with an audible pop. He then steps in front of me and I see the beast for the first time. Such a beast it is, almost canine shaped, smooth shaft. The first three inches swell to a hard ball diameter, then down to a tennis or racquet ball followed by the knot the size of a softball. So many balls, I know. Its also strapless and sits flush against deans body.

 Dean pushes the tip against my lips  as some of its artificial cum dribbles out. Tasting the cum on my lips makes me moan and dean pushes and I’m somehow deep throating this thing.  Never have I been able to throat anything close to this size, but I am now with no troubles. As I’m sucking in this Dean grabs may head and face fucks me, I look up at his face  I could  swear he is getting off from this. Maybe he is somehow. With one last thrust dean pushes the knot against my lips and  the cum starts flowing  down my throat. Once dean finishes, he pulls out of my mouth and helps me stand up.  

The first thing out of my mouth besides dean and a cum burp is me asking where he got the magic cock. Looking down on this monster cock, I notice for the first time what Dean had said.  I do look pregnant and my breast is larger. Maybe a D, pushing DD cup. ” WHAT THE HELL!” is all I can say. Dean tells me he can explain some and that Charles sent us a video.

Long story short, I have been writing genetic coding and nanobot subroutine that was being tested and actually passed. The project was for a company that Charles owns and so happens to be who I was using to modify my body with their fine products Dean and I spoke with Charles often about working with him, about ourselves. Charles was a firm believer of his products.  He and his partner use them regularly, as I experienced at the party, too much pleasure. Deans magic “knotty” cock my breast and belly were Courtesy of Charles. The way he put it, “an engagement gift” and possibly a taste of things to come from future endeavors together. Charles had also given Dean a new  magic EDC too. The cum I was filled with is beneficial to me. Hormones, metabolism boosters, some of my nanites and some other fun stuff.

Now that we were all caught up and fed. We need to take a shower, then check out and catch our flight home.

Dean wanted to test out his new  EDC. He sure seemed turned on as he was rubbing my belly as he fucked me doggy style, in retrospect, he should have used the knotty, but I digress. We both lost it when dean grabbed my tits and squeezed them, causing milk to flow from my nipples. he then unloads on me while in the shower and we joined the mile high Club on the way home.

I’m not sure which of us is the insatiable one now.

Just joking, it’s still me, Charles also gave me a magic butt plug that got plenty of use on the way home.

TBC

Something about me: I am a 22-year-old university student, studying physics at the University of Ljubljana. I stand tall at 184 cm with what I believe is a great body physic, somehow musculus, with a nice medium large bubble butt. I am sporting a 14 cm soft and 22 cm when fully hard dick, with big balls as well. And my main goal in life is to have as much good sex as I possibly can.

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It was a Wednesday evening; I was already lying in bed when I read the Grindr message. I greeted him back and then looked at his profile. His profile pic was him in green speedos on some beach grabbing his crotch, no face on it though. No other information on it, except that he was 29. He had an amazingly hot, very muscly body and a nice bulge could be seen. He messaged right back, asking me how I were, where from, and what I was looking for … the usual starting messages I would say.

His name was Miki and was from Murska Sobota, staying in Ljubljana for 3 days for some work-related conference thingy. He was staying in the Intercontinental. As of what he texted me, I gathered that he was 180 cm tall, with very trained body, he was going to the gym every day … and the most important part was his 20 cm very thick dick. I became hard the second he sends me the pic of him in a bathrobe, open in the front, with his hard dick resting on a table of his hotel room … And he was verse as me, which additionally excited me. We talked some more and exchanged a few other pics …, I jerked myself off in the time doing it, he was probably doing it too … and then decided to meet up in the morning …

The next morning came, and I was running somewhat late and did not have time to prepare myself, so I just put on some tight khaki pants with a blue belt and a light blue fitted shirt. I came to the hotel, and he waited for me in the lobby as we agreed. He was just out of the gym it seemed, wearing grey shorts, a very open tank top, and black trainers and he was a bit sweaty. No underwear judging by his bulging pants … We greeted and immediately went for a kiss and butt grabbing. The receptionist boy looked at us all the time … Then made our way to the elevator, where he, right after the doors closed, leaned me on the wall and I put one of my hands in his front started to caress his cock and the other one in the back, fingering his hole with my fingers, and his were on my butt squeezing it … We got out of the elevator; I still had my fingers in his ass. When we came to his door, which was at the end of the hallway, he had difficulties opening them, and I had a chance and pulled his pants down under his ass and started rimming that sweaty hole … He opened it and we went inside.

The first thing we did was that we took our clothes off immediately when entering. Then there was some bench in the entryway on which he stepped and squatted so his ass chicks were spread apart and ready for me to continue rimming and playing with his hole. So, I went under him and started doing it. During that, he accidentally farted and started apologizing, but I liked it and wanted him to fart more, so he did … I also played with his dick at the same time. After some time doing that, he said that all that farting made him that he needs to take a shit. We went to the bathroom, and he squatted over the toilet, so I could see everything that came out of his ass, it was a long and thick turd going for some time … In the meantime I started to unscrew the shower head so we could clean ourselves…, so when he finished, he came to me, licked my ass a bit then put the shower hose in and filled me, I then did the same to him and we both after pushed it out, first time in the toilet and the second right into the bathtub, both times at the same time. we dried ourselves and went back to the room.

I carried him to the big sofa that was in the room and lay him on his back, with his legs up in the air. Kneeled on the floor in front of him and started sucking his dick while I also played with his ass. Then I entered his hole with my dick. I did not do it very slow, so he let out a scream and then he started moaning quite loudly while I fucked him in that missionary position. When he could not stand it more, I pulled out, spit on my hand, and lubed my ass with that, then quickly sat on his dick and started riding him quite intensely. We kissed all the time doing that. At some point, he picked me up without putting his dick out and sat me on the desk, where he continued to breed me and jerk me off. My tight ass send him to his limit so he filled me up with his cum. He took it out, and I sucked him clean.

We moved ourselves to the bed, he went on all his fours, and I entered him abruptly and he screamed again, he was not used to such a big dick penetrating him. I as well grabbed him by his hair and fucked him hard. Then suddenly, it must have been so intense for him, he started to cum hands-free, and soon after he even squirted piss all over that bed. At that moment I turned him on his back, so he pissed on himself. He started squeezing his hole more and more which send me over the edge, I have cummed in his tight ass. It oozed slowly out, and it was a lot, when I removed my dick, and I licked it. The only thing left to do was feed him his cum from my ass. So, I squatted over his face and started pushing it out, during which I also farted, he did not like the farting part that much, but I made him do it… he ate all that cum.

After all that, I stood up, went to the bathroom, took a massive piss, and a quick shower. When I came back into the room, he was still in the same position. I went to his drawers and took out one of his underwear, a nice white pouched brief, cause I did not want anything to drip out of my ass on the pants if maybe some of his cum was still in. He did not say anything. Then I put back on my pants, and now my crotch area had a big bulge due to the pouched undies, and my belt and shirt. I kissed him on the bed and left for the university … and the same receptionist boy as before looked surprisingly at me when I left through the lobby.  I messaged the guy when I finished with uni in the evening, but he already left home.

I know this will sound crazy given the story I’m about to tell, but I also know I’m not the only one that feels this way. I’ve seen a thousand posts and stories regarding the same thing, so I know it’s a thing and I’m not crazy.

Here’s the thing. I’m not gay. And no, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being gay. I’m not necessarily ashamed of what I’ve done, but I also have lived in this world long enough to know that most people don’t understand and labels can become weapons. Either way, with the men I know, they don’t mind I consider myself straight (in fact I think most of them wanted it more), but if for your peace of mind, you need to consider me “gay” so be it.

I grew up in the midwest. Straight. Protestant. White. Male. That was literally the only boxes you could check as someone growing up as I did. I was taught “gay” was a sin and “gays” were going to hell. Sounds crazy I know, but this was the 1990s-2000s. Different time. I mean, Jesus, “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” was REVOLUTIONARY television for the people I grew up with and was around, and to be completely honest, thought the show was a quick way to Hell.

The most ironic/crazy part of growing up like this, is that the “No” factor becomes so strong it almost becomes a kink. And the thing about kinks is they’re almost like weeds. Not the negative connotation of the word, but the simple fact that as much as you try to kill them, they keep coming back stronger and stronger.

I made it to at least college before my “kink” surfaced. Even then, I would have thrown around dumbass and ignorant terms like “gay” and “fag”. I’m ashamed of it now, but back then? It was par for the course.

So, let me tell you how this straight, bible thumping, white, homophobic, male, found his way to getting fucked in the ass.

It started with ecstacy. A drug, I know, but sometimes we need chemicals to reduce our inhibitions, so that we might experience all of life has to offer. Is that ridiculous? 100%. And yet, the conditioning of our past can have long lasting and idiotic affects in our future.

We were at a party (not the most original beginning I know). I was drunk. We all were. And our neighbour offered us “X”. I know this will seem like a cop out, but I initially held out. Drugs were bad, and though alcohol was a drug, we as white Americans don’t believe it to be so. Still, as every one of my friends succumbed, I eventually caved in.

First things first, and I accept this is a personal choice, but I recommend everyone at least try “drugs”.  They’re amazing, and will lead you unto paths you wouldn’t otherwise go. I’ve found this to be true of almost every drug I’ve tried. Yes, people will abuse them, but people will abuse anything that brings pleasure. 

For me, it was sensational. I can’t even explain how great I felt. It was almost like I could feel the music in my veins. However, as parties go, I found myself attached to a group of people and we started navigating our ways to other parties.

Long story short, I ended up with our neighbour without any of our friends, and when everyone else was dying down, we took more “X”. Somehow we got back to his house, just me and him, and started watching porn. It was straight porn, but I was so into it I never even realised when he started sucking my dick. I didn’t cum (because somehow ironically it’s almost impossible to cum while rolling), but I somehow loved watching him do it. Unfortunately, my girlfriend at the time, found us (thank God the door was locked), and I had to leave before anything else happened, but that was the beginning of the end.

When I was sober I was ashamed and did my best to ignore the guy, but every time I got a buzz (and was alone), I would start watching “blowjob” porn. Somehow, probably subconsciously, I found my way to “MMF” porn. It started out with 2 men fuckings 1 girl, but eventually I saw a man sucking another man’s cock. 

I can’t explain it, but I wanted to try it. Which was crazy. These “gay” fuckers were going to Hell, but I started visializing myself as one of them. What it would be to taste a cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

As an accident, a girl I was with, showed me Craigslist, and I can’t tell you the amount of hours I jerked off to men just thinking about being with other men. After a lil bit, I even made posts wanting to try myself. Yes, the fucked up part was, I never intented to follow through (Sorry Fellas I led on). I just wanted to know men wanted me too.

My first time was after a night of partying. I was home with my girlfriend, but she had passed out, and I went searching for porn…and as a lot of us know porn wouldn’t do it anymore. I found a guy that would come to me. I told him I couldn’t host and he said he had a van and we could do it there. I told him yes and gave him an address a street over. I was so nervous, I showered, took a few shots, and walked to the park I told him to meet me. 

There was literally only one car parked. It was a minivan. I walked to it and saw a man jerking off in the front seat. Not going to lie. Almost left. But I wanted it that bad. So he opened his side door like minivans do nowadays, and I got in the back

A lot of things happened. I can’t remember everything. He was hard and pulled my hand to his cock. I remember thinking “Holy fuck, I’m touching a cock”. I stroked him for a few and he said “It’s time”. He was so hard. I don’t even remember what he looks like, but he was so hard. He asked if I wanted a taste, and I just went for it.

The problem with cocks is they get so hard but put them in your mouth? It feels different than imagined. And honestly, I might have pulled away save for the fact he started cumming 30 seconds later. It was not the best experience. And it ended up with me running out of the car with cum dripping out of my mouth. 

Most stories would stop there. I was curious, though. I experimented. I sucked a cock. And granted it didn’t last that long, but I tasted another man’s cum. The insanely stupid part of it was it made me a “whore”, and somewhere in my head I wanted to be a whore. I wanted to be treated like a whore.

And so I sucked a few more, but it never fulfilled the desire. At best, it just pushed it back a little ways. And here’s the craziest dumbest most ironic part of all of this is: I was so ashamed of being “gay” that I wanted to be gay. Not attracted to men, mind you, but use me like a dirty whore. And so I offered the last thing I had left.

The porn I watched went from blowjobs to “Sketchy Sex”. And somehow, this striaght mother fucker with a dumb ass “gay” kink who let his dick be sucked, and started sucking cocks, was offering his ass. Not because he wanted it. Because I wanted to be a little whore. Fucked up? I know.

A few tried. Which was crazy to me. I thought you gay men had it down. But after cock-sucking, the first few couldn’t even put it in me. And finally I found someone that could…but his cock was too big. Fucked up, right?

I gave up for a time. I was too scared, but we all know how kinks go. Eventually, I found my way back. I was drunk as fuck one night and offered it. A guy came over, and I sucked him till he was hard, but he gave up and tore off his condom. I was about to go to bed, but a guy getting up for work said he wanted to come over. I was so drunk, I said “Okay”.

He came over. An older guy. Attractive, I guess. I was too drunk and couldn’t get off the couch. I honestly didn’t see it happening anyway, but he came over and got naked. His cock was hard as a rock. 

I don’t remember much, though I wish I did, but he talked dirty to me and played with my ass, until I realised he was inside me. I felt him. I felt his balls on the side of my ass. And he just kept thrusting. I’m not going to lie, he barebacked me because I was too drunk to stop him, but his cum leaking out of my ass was one of the hottest things I ever imagined.

And I finally found my Daddy.

The first day at Ironwood Camp was like a wet dream come true. Not only did I  get to spend time with my hot father, but we were at an all-gay, all-nude camp for muscular dads and sons—something I never imagined in my wildest dreams.

 I’d just finished worshipping my dad’s huge cock until it let forth a thunderous explosion of thick cum, and now I (and the other hot sons around me, splayed out on lounging pads in the hot midday sun with their fathers) was going to give the same treatment to my father’s hot muscle butt.

“Men, are you ready for your sons to worship your hot ass?” Dan asked from the center of the clearing in which we were gathered. All the fathers shouted in anticipation. “Great! Now, boys, I know you’ve been lusting after your dad’s luscious hard butt for a long time, and you want to just dive in and fuck him raw, but trust me, it will be better if you go slow!”

Dad smiled at me. “Looks like you’ve got a big stiff one there, Eric. Don’t worry. It won’t be hurting too much longer!” He gave me a wink, and turned over. I stared at his incredible butt and nearly passed out. The hard rounded glutes were bronzed to the same golden tan as the rest of his insanely hard body. He flexed them for me, showing off their muscles, and I whimpered. My dick, which had been hard ever since we began this ritual, was throbbing and spitting out small fountains of precum. I hoped it wouldn’t explode all on its own—I wanted this to last!

“Let’s begin!” Dan announced. “Sons, open up the tubes of muscle oil beside you and spread some on your hands.”

The oil feels tingly and warm as I poured it out.

“Now you’ll know get to know one of your fathers’ most important erogenous zones. Sons, pour some of the muscle oil on your dad’s butt. Be sure some of it goes right to the portal of his ass.”

I pointed the tube toward the cleft between my dad’s glutes. “Oooh, Eric….oh my fucking God!!” dad moaned as he felt the potent oil drizzle into his ass crack.

“That oil has a coconut base and is completely digestible,” Daniel said. “So eat out your dad’s ass all you want!”

I dove down, parted his buns and buried my face in his butt. The coconut oil made it slick as I tongued his ass entrance.

“Aaaahhhh!” dad screamed. “Holy fuck!! Yeahhhh!!!”

My tongue teased at his tight hole and I could feel him squirm, adjusting his body to accommodate his own growing dick.

“Now we’ll explore other kinds of assplay,” Dan instructed. “Place your hands on those beautiful buns and begin worshipping them.”

I sat up and grasped my dad’s hard buns. They were so fucking sexy and smooth to the touch, pure solid muscle. I began kneading them slowly, and dad responded by continuing to flex them. He knew it was turning me on to the boiling point.

“That’s it, son….work over my ass….oh, fuck yeah….goddamn I’m getting so hard again….”

Dad’s ass was really a work of art. He’d put a lot of effort into those buns, and they deserved all the attention I was giving them. But I couldn’t resist exploring them deeper. I slide one of my fingers toward dad’s ass portal and heard him moan.

Dan was right there with us. “That’s it, sons! I see you loving your dad’s hot butts. Man, what a fucking hot sight that is! Feels good, right? Now you can make your fathers even happier. Your fingers are oiled up and so is that hot hole. Start by slowly inserting a finger.”

As I slid my finger deeper into my dad’s welcoming, tight ass, I could hear the fathers around me match my own dad in their ecstatic moans.

“Fuck, you’re driving me wild, Eric!” my dad grunted. “Yeah….put it in deeper….work it around….right there! Yeah! Oh my god, my fucking GOD!!”

I wanted to just say the hell with it and fuck my dad with my dick, not my fingers! But it was so hot working him up that way. I poured some more oil on his ass, put a second finger in and he let forth a guttural, long moan of bliss.

“Ooooohhh….damn it, Eric, you found the spot….holy shit….man, my dick is roaring hard again! Jesus, boy, you’re getting me so damned hard!”

“YEAHH!!” Dan said as he watched the legion of sons before him finger-fuck their hot stud fathers. “Get your dads ready for the super-hard fuck you’re about to give him!! Prepare his hot ass for your hard dick, boys!!”

I now almost had my entire fist up my dad’s ass and he was thrashing like a fish on a line. I rubbed my other hand over the writhing muscles of his back, slick with sweat in the hot sun. The sounds of the dads and sons around me were deafening—there were definitely some who couldn’t hold back and were blowing their hot loads.

“ENOUGH!” Dan announced in his microphone. “It’s fuck time, guys!! Get into your favorite position, boys, and give your dads the fuck of his life!!”

That was what I wanted to hear! My dad’s moans of anticipation joined the chorus of moans around us. I pulled my hand from his ass and looked down in lust at those tanned, muscled globes, begging me to ram my huge cock inside.

“Sons, oil up your rods before you get going!” Dan instructed. He squeezed oil on his own mammoth, stiff penis, so he could jack it while he watched the fun taking place.

“Oh, fuck, do it, Eric,” dad panted, barely able to speak. “Goddamn, let me have that huge dick of yours! Really plow it in, son. Don’t hold back!”

Holy crap, he needed my dick bad. He was humping his own stiff rod on the pad beneath us, his muscled ass flexing, craving my cock. “How do you want it, dad?” I asked. “Like this, or do you want to turn over and face me while I fuck you?”

“Yeahhh,” he growled, and quickly flipped over. I wasn’t prepared for how large and hard his dick had grown. It was like something out of a porn fantasy, looking bigger than ever, its giant head gushing precum. He lifted his legs so I would have clear entry to his ass. I moved my stiff dick in below his giant, smooth balls. I’d never seen them as big. They must have been bursting with semen.

“Oooh, fuck, dad,” I moaned as I slid my dick forward. His huge chest heaved beneath me, the big nipples stiff and aroused. I dove down and we started kissing hungrily as I rammed my rock-hard cock up his tight hole.

He broke off the kiss to emit a loud scream of ecstasy. “THAT’S IT!! OH MY GOD!! FUCK ME, BOY!!”

Pleased that my cock could make him so happy, I started pounding him, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. It felt so fucking fantastic. His ass was super-tight, wrapping itself around my rod as it thrust in again and again.

My father’s moans and screams were lost amid those of all the other dads and sons. This was insane! A huge father-son muscle orgy!! I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. It felt too fucking good. My big dick needed to blast so bad.

Dad began thrusting up to meet my downward thrusts. As big as my dick was, he wanted it inside him even deeper! His eyes, half-lidded with lust, gazed at my pecs as I pounded and pounded. He reached up and grabbed those muscle mounds with his hands, feeling their huge hardness. His fingers rubbed over my stiff nipples, .sending an erotic charge through my straining body. It went directly to my dick.

That made me fuck even harder, ramming my dad’s huge muscled frame so hard we were sliding back and forth over the lounge pad, almost in danger of falling off. Every thrust of my dick was met by a loud grunt from dad. His huge stiff penis was leaking against my abs as I fucked and fucked.

My huge balls were constricting against the base of my dick. I knew the time was here.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck….OH FUUUUCCCCKK!” I screamed as my orgasm was unleashed. My penis began to hose jets of white-hot boy-cum up my father’s hot hole. “I’m CUMMING!!! HOLY FUCK I’M CUMMING!!”

“YEAHHHH!!!” dad screamed and grabbed his own huge dick as it let forth a big, strong geyser of cum, coating my face. I opened my mouth to catch the second blast of dad-juice as I kept firing and firing inside his ass.

Dan was shooting too, his orgasmic moans amplified by his mic. I turned quickly to see his big daddy dick blasting streams of white-hot jizz out on the men around him. “THAT’S IT, GUYS!” he roared. “BLOW YOUR FUCKING LOADS WITH ME!!”

My cum sprayed up my dad’s butt as I continued to fuck him hard and deep. My chest and his were coated in dad’s semen. He leaned up and licked a big drop of his jizz dangling from my left nipple. I bent down to kiss him deeply as our orgasms finally ebbed. Fully drained, I collapsed onto dad, sliding over his cum-soaked nude body.

Gradually we turned and I withdrew my dick from his ass, releasing another flood of cum. The entire lounge pad beneath us was covered in our juice.

“How did that feel, guys?” Daniel asked breathlessly. The fathers and sons cheered and shouted. “Nothing like a long, hot fuck to kick off our week, right?” His long, spent dick was dripping cum. “But don’t worry. We’ve got a lot more fun coming up!”

It was a long two weeks of waiting and preparing for the big event. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bathroom. Wearing nothing but a white jock strap. Trying to be as still as possible while Ethan applied the prosthetics.

Being practically naked around each other like this, and the excitement in the air, had us both on edge. We were constantly fighting each other off. Fighting the urge to just bend the other one over the counter and have our way with each other’s bodies. Especially when applying the white base coat. Thankfully Ethan found something that that doesn’t come off easily. He came home one day with a bag full of different kinds, then spent the next hour painting spots on his body with each of them, in a similar manner to an allergen test. He was a patchwork of various shades of white when he finished. He then spent the entire evening moving around, touching parts, touching it with fabric. Essentially, to make sure it didn’t smear or come off. He wanted to make sure it would last all night long. The final test, was how did it come off in the shower? Thankfully, with some soap, it came off fairly easily. 

I have to admit, I might have gone a bit overboard with the scissors, slashing hole after hole into my slacks. Originally, I hadn’t planned on painting my legs at all, but as I continued crafting the costume, it became a necessary step to pull off the look I envisioned. Ethan only needed white paint in a few spots. I couldn’t help but admire how Ethan’s costume had just the right amount of damage. It looked eerily natural on him. Guess it helps, his wasn’t the first one I did. 

In preparation for this spooky soirée, I bought not two but three pairs of slacks, just in case I needed to start over. It helps that we wear the same size. Yet, as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t deny that the extra slashes added a touch of seductive sex appeal that I hadn’t anticipated but somehow couldn’t resist. Together the two of us were bound to turn some heads. 

“You my love,” I told him. “Are the sexiest ghosts I’ve ever seen.” 

Ethan chuckled, his eyes locked onto mine. “And you, Lucas, my love,“ he stretched it out. “are the sexiest vampire I’ve ever seen.” And then blew me a kiss. “Well, are we ready to dazzle the guests?”

I nodded, the costumes had turned out better than I had imagined. They lived up to the theme, “Underworld Uprising.” And they revealed just enough of our sculpted bodies to make a statement, leaving the rest to the imagination.

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We took an Uber to the venue, knowing full well neither of us would be sober enough to drive home. When I saw the address on the invitation, I looked it up online. A large empty warehouse with an attached office space. I suspected we would be using the office space for the event. So imagine my surprise when I saw the entrance was actually to the warehouse portion of the building. 

He went all out. The parking lot was already starting to fill up. There were plenty of extra lights set up to make sure it was well-lit when everyone left. A valet service for those who didn’t want to walk. 

Flanking the entrance were a pair of imposing figures dressed as dead army soldiers. One appeared as if they had taken a barrage of bullet fire, the intricate details of the costume lending it a disturbingly authentic feel. The realism was uncanny, with carefully crafted wear and tear that mirrored the harsh realities of combat. The other guard, in stark contrast, bore the marks of an explosion, with tattered clothing and artfully applied makeup creating the illusion of burns and shrapnel wounds. 

As guests approached, these somber sentinels took on a more interactive role. They meticulously checked each attendee’s invitation and ID with a surprising level of efficiency. Upon verification, they fitted each guest with an RFID wristband, a sleek yet conspicuous band that glowed faintly in the dim light. The soldiers, never breaking character, firmly instructed guests to keep the wristbands on throughout the night. They made it clear in a grave tone that anyone found without one would be promptly asked to leave, adding an underlying layer of order and security to the evening’s mysterious proceedings. Let the mystery begin.

Stepping into the venue was like being transported into another realm entirely. A significant portion of the warehouse had been cleverly walled off with curtains, creating an intimate yet expansive space for the guests. This deliberate limitation of the area enhanced the atmosphere, concentrating the energy and excitement of the partygoers.

The interior had been transformed to evoke the essence of the underworld. It was a meticulously crafted environment, with dim, moody lighting casting shadows that danced along the walls. The decorations were both lavish and ominous, with deep reds and blacks dominating the palette, suggestive of Hades’ Palace itself. Flickering torches and strategically placed LED lights mimicked the flickering flames of the mythical underworld, while ethereal, smoky mists swirled at ankle height, adding to the otherworldly ambiance.

The walls were adorned with elaborate murals depicting scenes from ancient myths, each telling a story of heroes, gods, and monsters. The furniture had been replaced or altered to fit the theme, with thrones that resembled those of ancient deities and seating areas that felt like they were carved out of stone. The air was filled with a subtle, incense-like fragrance, further immersing the guests in this fantastical setting.

In this spectacularly transformed space, partygoers mingled and moved as if they were characters out of legend, contributing to the illusion that they had indeed stepped into a realm that was both haunting and magnificent – a true embodiment of an underworld uprising.

Many of the walls were adorned with what initially appeared to be paintings, but upon closer inspection, revealed themselves to be cleverly disguised digital screens displaying dynamic artwork. These screens, seamlessly integrated into the decor, lent a magical, Hogwarts-style ambiance to the setting, with each ‘painting’ befitting the underworld theme and subtly coming to life.

One screen portrayed the mythical River Styx, where the water flowed gently, and the ferryman, Charon, slowly moved his boat across the river, occasionally turning his hooded head towards the partygoers as if beckoning them. Another displayed a forest scene with trees whose leaves rustled in a nonexistent breeze and shadows that seemed to move of their own accord, hinting at unseen creatures lurking within.

In another captivating display, a digital painting showed the fiery realms of the underworld, where flames flickered and danced, casting a warm, eerie glow that reflected off the faces of the guests. Here, silhouettes of mythical creatures could be seen moving within the fire, adding to the feeling of an enchanted, living painting.

One particularly striking screen was set up to look like a grand hall in Hades’ palace. The figures in this scene moved with regal grace, engaging in ghostly dances and silent conversations, their expressions changing subtly as if reacting to the merriment of the party.

These animated artworks, blending technology and art, created an immersive, interactive environment. They served as conversation starters and photo backdrops, drawing guests in with their enchanting, lifelike movements, and perfectly encapsulating the magical, otherworldly theme of the party.

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Ethan and I glanced around for Liam and TJ as we entered the uniquely transformed warehouse. Not spotting them in the crowd of early arrivals, we headed towards the bar, where the bartender, a striking figure dressed as a shirtless dead soldier, immediately caught our attention with his impressive physique and mock battle scars.

I asked for two mojitos, and the bartender raised an eyebrow, asking, “What kind do you want?” I started to inquire about the options, but Ethan, with a flirtatious edge to his voice, cut in, “Surprise us.” The bartender flashed a mischievous smile, his eyes playfully darting between the two of us, adding a charge of flirtatious energy to the air.

“Together or separate?” he asked with a hint of a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I responded, “Together,” and he directed me to tap my RFID wristband against a reader. The display lit up showing “4 drinks remaining.”

Intrigued, I asked, “What happens when I run out?” His reply was laced with flirtation, “You can always pay for more yourself, or maybe someone will be generous enough to buy a handsome couple like you a drink.” Ethan and I exchanged amused glances, the bartender’s charm adding an extra layer of excitement to our night at the party.

As Ethan and I navigated through the growing crowd around the bar, he suddenly spotted Alex and Calvin. “Come on, I want to say hi,” he urged, pulling me along. As we approached, I saw Alex and Calvin in their full costumes, embodying their roles as mythological figures.

Calvin, as Hades, was a commanding presence. His costume was a deep, shadowy black, accented with hints of fiery red. A dark, majestic cape flowed behind him, and his makeup was subtly done to give him a pallor of the underworld. His eyes, underlined with a smoky effect, seemed to hold centuries of wisdom and secrets.

Alex, dressed as Poseidon, contrasted Alex with a costume of oceanic blues and greens. His trident was a work of art, shimmering like the sea under the party lights. His beard was dusted with silver, like sea foam, and his eyes sparkled with the mischief of the ocean’s depths.

Ethan greeted them with a warm hug, catching me off guard with his familiarity. “How are you guys? Where are Blake and Chris?” he asked cheerfully.

Alex laughed. “You know how Liam loves his theatrics. They’ll make their entrance together.” 

I stood there, taking it all in. Ethan chatting so easily with Liam’s dads, the grandeur of their costumes, and the anticipation of more theatrics to come. It was shaping up to be a night full of surprises.

As Ethan finished his greetings and inquiries, Alex turned his attention towards me. His gaze, previously embodying the depth of the sea, softened slightly with recognition.

“Lucas, right?” he said, his voice carrying the hint of a smile. “Good to see you again.”

I was taken aback that Alex remembered my name. My interactions with him had been few and far between, mostly brief exchanges at past events. His acknowledgment caught me off guard but in a pleasant way.

“Yes, Alex, that’s right. It’s great to see you too,” I replied, feeling a mix of surprise and appreciation. His recollection added a personal touch to the evening, making me feel more connected to the festivities and the people around me.

As I stood there, slightly awestruck by the grandeur of Alex’s Poseidon costume, he surprised me further with his next question.

“How’s your photography business going, Lucas?” he asked, a genuine interest in his tone. “I hope Reiley is keeping you busy. Do you do product shots as well?”

His knowledge of my work with Reiley, a mutual acquaintance, and his inquiry about my services made me realize how interconnected our worlds were. I felt a surge of eagerness, happy to discuss my passion.

“Yes, absolutely,” I replied enthusiastically. “I’ve got a home studio set up for product photography and other projects. It’s been going really well.”

The conversation flowed easily, and I appreciated the chance to talk about my work. It was unexpected but welcome to have this connection with Alex, especially given our rare interactions. His interest in my business felt like a nod of approval and encouragement.

As we continued our conversation with Alex and Calvin, Ethan’s attention shifted to a new couple approaching. The woman was elegantly dressed as Hera, the goddess of marriage, while her companion sported a minotaur costume, complete with a collar and leash that Hera held firmly. The contrast between their costumes was striking and bold.

Ethan, always keen on introductions, turned to me. “Lucas, let me introduce you to Kaitlyn and her husband Benjamin,” he said, gesturing toward the couple.

Kaitlyn’s portrayal of Hera was both commanding and graceful, a stark contrast to her husband’s more submissive minotaur guise. Benjamin played his part well, adding a layer of intrigue to their ensemble.

Ethan, with a playful tone, couldn’t resist commenting on the irony of their costumes. “Isn’t Hera supposed to be the goddess of marital harmony and the sanctity of marriage?” he joked, a twinkle in his eye.

Kaitlyn, with a sparkle in her eye, responded in kind. “Oh, Ethan,” she began, her voice carrying a mix of jest and assertion, “haven’t you heard? Tonight’s theme is ‘Underworld Uprising.’ It’s about breaking norms, and exploring the unexplored. Even Hera needs a night off from being the paradigm of marriage. Tonight, we’re rewriting the myths, embracing the unexpected. It’s all about being who or what we want, even if it’s just for one night.”

Her response, clever and spirited, reflected the essence of the evening – a chance to step out of everyday roles and embrace a more daring side. It was fascinating to see Kaitlyn, our usually composed CEO, in such a different light, adding yet another layer of intrigue to an already captivating night.

As Kaitlyn finished her spirited response, a new voice chimed in with an approving “Here here!” We turned to see a man impeccably dressed as Ares, the god of war. He had silver hair and a sculpted physique that truly embodied the ‘silver daddy’ archetype. I found myself immediately taken by his striking presence.

Standing there, amidst these influential figures, I felt a sudden realization of the opportunity before me. Ethan worked with some truly impressive people, and here I was, right in the midst of them. Reiley’s words from our earlier conversation about the games these people play. “They give me the opportunity. So yes, I’ll play their games.” 

“What do I have to lose? What do I have to hide? Those aren’t the questions,” Reiley had said. “What do I have to gain? That’s the question.”

As I pondered this, I felt a newfound determination. This was more than just a social gathering; it was a rare chance to make connections, to show a bit of who I was and what I could bring to the table. With a subtle shift in my mindset, I engaged in the conversation, ready to embrace whatever the night had to offer.

Ethan smoothly facilitated the introduction. “Lucas, this is Lance. Lance, my boyfriend Lucas,” he said with a casual ease that belied the significance of the moment. I reached out to shake Lance’s hand, and as our eyes met, I was struck by their captivating light blue hue, complemented by a charming and equally attractive smile.

Lance’s presence was commanding, and his voice carried both warmth and authority. “So this is the talented photographer I keep hearing about,” he began, his tone rich with genuine interest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Let me ask you, son,” he continued, and I felt a momentary weakness in my knees, his use of ‘son’ resonating with my earlier assessment of him as the quintessential ‘silver daddy’.

“Do you only photograph homes? What about people?” he inquired.

His question caught me slightly off-guard but also piqued my interest. It was a chance to talk about a broader aspect of my work, to showcase the versatility of my photography. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, eager to make a good impression on someone as influential as Lance.

Lance turned his attention to Ethan, his tone polite yet assertive. “Ethan, would you mind if I borrowed Lucas here for a moment? That is if Lucas doesn’t mind talking shop for a brief moment.”

Before Ethan or I could respond, Alex chimed in, a hint of caution in his voice. “Lance. We agreed, no business tonight,” he commented, reminding Lance of their earlier agreement to keep the evening free from work discussions.

Lance, however, was undeterred. “Relax, Alex, it’s not about us,” he reassured with a calm demeanor. His gaze then shifted back to me, and without waiting for a response, he gestured for me to join him off to the side. I felt a mix of curiosity and a slight apprehension but decided to follow. Ethan gave me an encouraging nod, and I stepped away with Lance, wondering what this unexpected aside might entail.

---

Lance and I found a nearby bar top to sit at. He positioned himself quite close to me, and I must admit, his presence was somewhat intoxicating, slightly distracting me from the conversation at hand.

“You see,” Lance began, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and casual ease, “one of my spoiled children is insisting on starting a clothing line. Athletic gear, bathing suits, underwear. But he has no mind for business. I’ve agreed to help under certain conditions.” 

I wanted to jump at the chance. This sounded awesome. I love working with people. It’s so much more exciting than photographing houses. Trying to force character where none exists.

“No need to agree to anything tonight, of course. We would have to come up with a contract and a compensation plan. But I was wondering, is this something you’d be interested in helping with?”

“It sounds great,” I replied, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, not wanting to come across as overly eager. I ventured a guess about his conditions. “I’m guessing one of the many conditions you have established with your son is that you have the final say?”

Lance nodded, appreciating that I was seeing the bigger picture. “Exactly. I want to approve all sets and final photos. My son may have an eye for clothing, but he has no idea how to sell it.”

“Perfect,” I responded. “I’ll run all set decisions by you prior, and then I can set up an online repository for you to review the images, or we can meet in person.”

Lance considered this for a moment before responding. “I think in person would be best. It will allow me to relay my thoughts directly, and we can establish a working relationship.”

The way he said ‘working relationship’ seemed laced with an undercurrent of flirtation. I was both intrigued and a bit flustered by the implication. Lance’s offer was an exciting prospect for my career, and his personal interest added an unexpected dimension to the evening.

As our conversation wound down, Lance and I exchanged digital contact cards. He mentioned contacting his assistant to arrange a meeting for next week. Then, casually, he rested his hand on my wrist, which lay on the table. His thumb playfully stroked my skin, sending tingles up my spine. For a moment, I questioned the wisdom of working with him, but I quickly dismissed my doubts, echoing Riley’s words in my mind: “I’ll play their games.”

With a hint of flirtation, I replied, “I’m looking forward to working with you,” emphasizing the word ‘you’ and deliberately omitting any reference to his son.

Lance caught the nuance, responding in a seductively low tone, “As am I, with you.” Then, with a hint of reluctance, he added, “Well, as much as I would love to monopolize your time tonight, I should let you get back to Ethan. Thank you.”

With that, Lance stood up and walked away, heading towards the bar. I found myself watching him leave, my eyes inadvertently following the lines of his well-sculpted body, especially his ass, as he moved through the crowd. There was an undeniable allure to his presence, one that I couldn’t quite shake off. I quickly chastised myself for the lingering gaze and turned my attention back to the task at hand, finding Ethan.

I scanned the room and spotted Ethan still engaged in conversation with Alex. The two of them seemed deep in discussion, animated and lively. Shaking off the remnants of my encounter with Lance, I made my way back to Ethan, ready to rejoin the festivities and share the exciting opportunity that had just presented itself. The night was proving to be full of surprises, and I was eager to see what else was in store.

When Chris felt the phone buzzing in his pocket and saw the text from his roommate, he stopped dead on his track and felt a chill reverberating through his spine.

“5pm. Two friends joining. Be in your best shape” The text said.

The star quarterback was just finished with the last class of the day, which means that he had less than two hours to get himself ready for whatever Kevin, his roommate, had in store for him.

Chris knew that he should expect only the worst when it comes to Kevin, who has been blackmailing the stud ever since he joined the university six months ago.

That was when Kevin discovered incriminating pictures of the stud being used as a sex subject by his coach in high school, which he had used against Chris if the hunk doesn’t obey his demand.

Chris couldn’t risk his football scholarship and future so he had no choice but to comply to Kevin’s wishes, however lewd or crazy that may be.

Just as he was pondering about his unfortunate fate, he suddenly felt another buzz in his phone.

“Don’t forget to record yourself working the sweat x”

The muscular hunk felt his heart sank, knowing very well that tonight is likely going to be a long and humiliating night for him.

 

4:55pm

Kevin could see Pete and Mark struggling very hard to contain their excitement as they made their way to his room. It was, after all, their wildest fantasy to lay their hand on Chris Johnson.

When Kevin actually told them that they have the opportunity to treat the superstar jock as their own muscle toy for the night, they knew that it was an experience that they could never miss out.

“Lads, before we go in, I just want you to know that there is no limit that we can do inside so you can do anything that you want to do” Kevin said as he tried to rile up his friends.

He then opened his door to let his friends in.

“Holy shhiiit” Mark immediately gasped as his eyes bulged out in disbelief at the scene before him. Pete was similarly in shock as he gawked at the sight of a half-naked man in the middle of the room, kneeling and wearing nothing but a white Hanes boxer brief which was drenched in sweat.

With a metallic bar resting behind his neck and the hunk’ arms bent to support the bar, every part of Chris’s bulging muscle was displayed in all of their glory. His biceps and shoulders swelled out like a football, with traces of veins adorning the skin.

But it was Chris’s infamous pectoral and eight-pack abdominal muscles that soon captivated the eyes of his perpetrators the moment they entered the room.

Despite being forced to stretch his arms to his sides, Chris’s chest muscles retained their beefiness and were jutting out of his torso like a breastplate, with the afternoon light helping to accentuate the crevices between the mounds. Likewise, his abdominal muscles and oblique were ripped to the core, helped by the extremely low fat diet that Kevin had asked the stud to eat over the months.

“He is quite a specimen, isn’t he?” Kevin rhetorically asked as he placed his right hand on the back of Chris’s hair before slowly petting his roommate like a pet.

When Chris felt the Kevin’s hand on his head, the hunk immediately tightened his grip on the bars, allowing his biceps to bulge further, while squaring his shoulders and pushing his pecs slightly forward. He also then mindfully started to breathe through his chest, allowing his eight-packed abdominal muscles to remain flexed as his perpetrators inspected him further.

Kevin couldn’t help but to smile when he saw his roommate responding well to his non-verbal cues.

“May I?” Mark, who was the more eager participant, sought for Kevin’s approval to lay his hand on the prized meat.

Instead of responding back to his friends, the lewd roommate thought it’d be more humiliating for Chris to answer the question directly.

“What do you say, tough guy? Can my friends touch and play around with your body?” He looked down on the hunk and smiled.

Knowing that it was a rhetorical question, Chris had no choice but to play by the book.

“Whatever pleases you…. Sir” He answered as per Kevin’s guidance, before he gulped and lowered his gaze down in shame.

Both Mark and Pete’s cocks instantly got hard after hearing the object of their fantasy referring to them as ‘Sir’ and succumbing very easily before them. Kevin knew very well how to mentally degrade his subject which helps to amp up the experience for both of his perverted friends.

Treating the submission as a green light, the highly thrilled Mark then gently placed his left hand firmly onto Chris’s bulging traps for support, before extending his right hand to feel the expanse of the stud’s wide pectorals.

He could feel Chris’s heart pounding below the firm muscles, which made him more excited. His touch became even bolder by the second as he becomes more comfortable, kneading on the mounds like a clay and then slithering his fingers in between the deep crevices of Chris’s abdominals. 

“Oh my god” Mark gasped when he felt Chris’s abdominals contracting as he planted his fingers securely in between the canyons, which danced and rippled at every breath.

The lanky guy has always had a fascination with male abdominals since he was a kid. He has also seen a fair amount of perfectly cut abdominals through the years of searching porn materials of muscular guys in the internet, but never has he felt more astounded than what he was looking at and feeling up then. 

As Mark continued to knead and squeeze Chris’s muscles, Kevin moved to shift his hands to firmly grip on Chris’s traps when he noticed that the hunk had slightly curled his back.  

Without a single word, Chris got the sign and immediately fixed his posture by straightening his back and keeping his torso steady while Kevin’s guests continued to caress his body. This is the basic posing requirement that Kevin had set for the stud during any muscle inspection session, which allows perpetrators to have the optimum view of his muscular body at all times.

Kevin smiled as his muscular subject was once again trying his best to comply to his implicit demand.

“You’ve trained him really well, Kevin…” Pete took notice of Chris’s attempt to satisfy Kevin’s implicit demand as he moved closer to join the party.

“Don’t give me all the credit…” Kevin responded. “Our subject here has been very cooperative from day 1, even at times giving me more than I demanded” He continued, adding further insult to Chris’s injury.

Pete smiled back at Kevin, before he then set his eyes back on Chris’s full pectoral muscles and coin-sized nipples. He noticed that there were four micro marks surrounding the areolas as if they were a product of syringe injections.   

In his attempt to study the marks better, the curious young man then tried to flick the stud’s nipples.

“Gagghhhh!” Chris instinctively tried to pull his torso back to evade the touch, underscoring how strong the sensation was despite the seemingly mild touch, before he steadied himself. Chris’s cock had jumped in response almost instantly.

 “Guys, let’s probably save the best for last okay” Kevin then stepped in to intervene.

He knew that Chris’s nipples were his Achilles heels, and any uncontrolled stimulation could result in the subject cumming before he liked him to be. 

Realizing Pete’s curiosity over the state of Chris’s nipples, Kevin then tried to explain the reason behind those marks and piercing in his attempt to control the narrative.

“These marks were due to the injection of nanobots which are connected to the remote over here” He then showed the remote control, before continuing.

“If turned on, this will cause the nanobots to buzz and stimulate the sensory points inside his nipples, amplifying bodily sensation that would, at certain level, be sufficient to make him cum even without touching his member”

Pete and Mark raised their eyebrows in disbelief.

“He can cum… just from nipple play?” Mark muttered.

Kevin grinned and nodded to his friend before explaining further the technology which he has developed by himself throughout his adolescent years. He also shared that he has tested the product on Chris and tailor suit them to make them more sensitive to the stud’s bodily response.  

“Even before these, I have also discovered that the subject’s nipples are generally more sensitive than usual” Kevin continued as he extended his pointing fingers to circle on the stud’s protruding nubs. Chris moaned and heaved in response, as he clenched his fists which caused his biceps to bulge further.

Everyone also noticed that Chris’s cock had hardened and was throbbing beneath the Hanes brief every time Kevin flicked and pinched on the nipples.

“As you can see, it’s his Achilles heels. We’ll definitiely have our time with them later, but perhaps for now, lets try to relish the rest of his body first? I understand that our subject has been working so hard today to get them all ripped and pretty for you guys today, haven’t you?” Kevin then quickly diverted the topic as he walked towards the side of Chris’s bed to pick up what appears to be a hard drive.

The scrawny roommate then tried to connect it to his laptop which is connected to a large screen on the side of the bed.

There were three video files in the drive, which are aptly named ‘Arms’ and ‘Abs and Chests’. It didn’t take a while for Pete and Mark to realize what these videos are.

“Let’s start with the Arms first” Kevin said.

When he clicked on the video, the monitor then showed a scene of shirtless Chris standing upright with his back on a wall, looking straight into the camera with his nervous eyes.

“Start set 1” Suddenly a robotic voice could be heard from the back of the camera.

Like a trained pup, Chris immediately picked up the 40 lbs weights on the floor and started to perform clean wide bicep curls with his shoulders squared and core kept tight, allowing every inch of the muscles on his upper body to tense up.

As the muscular stud performed the set, the camera then started to zoom into Chris’s upper torso and arms, highlighting the veins that bulge and muscular striations as they contract. The hunk kept his chin up and stare across the room as the camera moved around him, eyeing like a sexual predator.

“That’s one very huge biceps you have there” Mark commented on the video, salivating over the bulging biceps while he liberally placed his hand onto Chris’s strained left bicep and kneaded on it. Chris gulped and tensed up his arms in response as he watched the humiliating scene of himself in real life and in the video unfolding.

Soon after, the video showed Chris started grunting as he tried to finish the 15th reps of the set, before he lowered the weights down. The hunk was quick to return to position with his back on the wall, and slightly raised his arms up before clenching his fists to flex his entire arm muscles. He also contracted his core muscles further, emphasising the demarcation in between his eight-packed abdominal mounds.

What soon followed made Pete and Mark raised their eyebrows and gasped.

Two very long robotic arms suddenly appeared from the sides of the screen, encroaching into where Chris was standing and extending themselves until their metallic hands were hovering just above Chris’s pectoral mounds.  

“Oh my god” Pete said as he raised his hand to close in mouth in disbelief when the camera was zooming into the details of the metallic hands.

“As you can see, the hand resembled much like a human hand, but every tip of the fingers was distinct and carefully designed for each of their diabolical purposes.” Kevin started to explain as the video continued playing. “I have installed a brush onto the pointing finger, with very bristle materials…” he resumed, before the video showed the brush starting to rotate.

“The brush is not just a brush. It will also emit mild electrical energy to anything that it touches” Kevin further elaborated to his guests in the room before the metallic hands started to do what they were intended to do.

When the camera zoomed out, another robotic hand suddenly emerged from above the screen, placing itself on Chris’s neck to keep the stud in place.

“As a precaution, in case he falters!” The diabolical roommate smiled and grinned.

Soon after, the metallic hands that were hovering over Chris’s pectorals started to descend their brush-like fingers on the stud’s protruding nipples.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Chris groaned when the apparatus started to graze over his most sensitive parts of the body as he clenched his fists and contracted his entire upper body muscles.

Devoid of empathy, the fingers then started their rhythmic motion between pressing and releasing the nubs, causing Chris to shake his head left and right as he endured the constant electrifying sensation.

Pete and Mark’s mouth was wide agape as they watched the erotic but brutal scene before them. Their cock immediately jumped in response beneath their shorts.

Beyond the assault, it was also Chris’s lack of resistance that got the boys more aroused than ever.  They witnessed the sight of Chris enduring the humiliation in stead, with his hands remaining curled on his sides and muscles in his upper body undulating at every of the brush’s intensifying assault.

“I have told him that he can scream all he wants, but he is not allowed to break from this form while the metallic hands do their bids” Kevin then explained as the video went on.

“You are a maniac” Pete then smiled and said to Kevin. He could feel his cock stirring every time Chris moaned in the video.

Soon after, the video showed the metallic hands on Chris’s nipples stopping their assault, providing some time for the hunk to recover. The jock let out a sigh of relief as he let his arms drop and ease the muscles in his body.

“Start set 2”

Not even fifteen seconds later, the heartless machine resumed its assault and brought Chris back to his nightmare.

Just as programmed by Kevin and before Chris could respond to the cue, the machine decisively ripped Chris’s workout shorts, exposing the stud’s then fully erect 8 inch cock in its glory.

And then in orchestrated fashion, the tit brushers began to resume their work, pinning Chris back on the wall.

“Gaaaargggghhh!!” The muscular hunk groaned even louder as he struggled to find the strength and focus to start his second bicep curl set with everything happening on his body.

“I’m trying to redefine the term progressive overload training” Kevin explained wittingly.

Despite the difficulty, Chris miraculously was able to pick up the weights and started to work on the set, albeit at a slower pace.

“If you notice, he is now free from any restraints on his body and yet he powered through this routine. It shows his determination to keep us all satisfied” Kevin commented, clearly enjoying humiliating Chris and revving up the experience for his guests.

For over the next minute or so, Kevin’s guests were gifted with the countless close up shots of their favorite jock’s muscular body sweating and undulating as Chris endured through the humiliation.

While Chris did take much longer to complete the reps, the hunk never compromised on his form nor has he ever soften any muscle on his upper body, just as he was required to do.

Pete and Mark had started slowly stroking on their then already erect cock while the video went on. Mark had also become bolder with his other free hand, kneading and clawing Chris’s bulging biceps while he watched the sight of their sex toy suffering at the mercy of the heartless robots on the screen.

In the spirit of progressive training, when Chris was about to start the third set, another metallic arm suddenly emerged from the side of the screen and carefully positioned themselves just below the stud’s anus. The arm did not have any fingers and resembled that of a phallus with obvious tiny mounds around its surface.

“No. Freaking. Way” Pete gasped as he saw the phallic object slowly penetrating Chris’s holes.

Within seconds, the jock growled and threw his head up as he felt the foreign object making its way deep inside him. His feet tensed up when the hand finally reached its destination and began to vibrate just outside his prostate wall.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhhrggghhh!” Chris’s eyes bulged out as he felt the surging orgasmic feeling overwhelming his body. Not only was the member vibrating inside him, but it also started to elicit mild electricity which further compounded the sensation.

Chris knew that he was on the verge of cumming despite his every effort to contain the feeling.

“This is the best part” Kevin suddenly said as the camera zoomed into the hunk’s throbbing cock.

Seconds later, a metallic rod could be seen slowly inserting itself into Chris’s urethra. It went all the way into the base of the stud’s cock.

“Ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiii” Chris gritted his teeth as he watched his most sensitive member being violated like a toy.

“That my friends, should keep himself from ejaculating!” Kevin exclaimed as he also then proceeded to lower Chris’s white Hanes brief which exposes the stud’s still then throbbing cock that also had the sounding rod on.

“Holy shiiit, he’s had that for hours?!” Mark gasped in disbelief.

“That is correct. We don’t want to waste any of his precious juice, do we?” The diabolical roommate grinned as he scooped up Chris’s engorged balls for everyone to see. The poor stud never felt more humiliated than ever then.

“Gaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!” Chris’s groaning voice from the video diverted everyone’s attention back to screen, which then showcased the two metallic fingers with the bristle brush resuming their assault on the jock’s already highly sensitised nipples.

The assault on both his nipples and prostate was clearly so intense that Chris was barely able to even focus to start the first curl of the set.

“Sssshhhhaaaaarrtghhhhhhhhhh!!” Chris couldn’t contain the orgasmic sensation anymore and he exploded into one of the driest orgasm just before he could even lift a finger, no thanks to the rod in his penis. He could, however, feel waves of cum being forced back inside his testicles, making the experience relatively painful.

The phallic arm and metallic fingers briefly stopped their assault to allow Chris process through the intense orgasm.

But when they sensed that their subject was at the tail end of the experience, they resumed their assault once again, with increasing intensity.

The return of the sensation then kept Chris on his toes and his cock hard, but thanks to the refractionary period, the hunk managed to gather some strength to endure through the still relatively mild sensation and start to lift in the dumbbells.

Chris executed the reps with good form despite the increasingly intense stimulation on his nipples and prostate. But he could feel his strength waning nearing to the last reps and his desire to end the suffering led to a less than perfect form, which the robots could detect.

In no time, Chris suddenly felt the electrical sensation intensifying very rapidly, causing the stud to groan and drop the weights to the ground.

“AHHhhHHH!” The electric sensation persisted and was breaking every of Chris’s mental defence. The young muscular jock arms also broke from his form and tried to reach onto his cock and battered nipples, only for the robot to pin them back to the wall, arched up, as he gave into his natural instinct and exploded into his second orgasm of the day.

Chris rolled his eyes and moaned like he never had as he felt his body convulsing in distress. The orgasmic sensation kept going for more than fifteen seconds, with no traces of cum spewing out of his dick.

“Jesus Christ!” Mark gasped and also ejaculated to the floor, unable to contain the arousing image of Chris on the screen enduring through his mind-blowing orgasm.

As the sensation dissipated, the robot withdrew all of its limbs from the hunk, causing Chris to fall on his knees in absence of strength. Unlike in the peak orgasm experience, the jock refrained from reaching to his nipples and cock and kept his arms idle by his sides as the camera repositioned itself to focus on the heaving stud.

There was a brief lull period but the metallic arms soon emerged back into the scene. This time around, however, they did not target Chris’s highly sensitised nipples but merely grabbed onto his wrists and force the stud to curl his arms up, allowing his biceps to bulge.

Once they sensed that the muscles are at their most flexed, one of the fingers which looks like a syringe made its way to inject itself into the mounds, causing Chris to groan midly.

“We’re injecting chemicals to keep the water retention in the surrounding muscles, allowing him to retain the muscle size for more than 12 hours.” Kevin further elaborated as he grinned and finally released Chris’s arms from the chains.

“Ugghhh” Chris closed his eyes and groan as he felt the muscles in his arms aching while he lowered them to his sides.

Kevin immediately then grabbed onto Chris’s left wrist to force the hunk to flex his bicep. He then started to massage and knead on the mounds like a plaything.

“Gaaahhhh” Chris groaned louder due to the increased sensitivity in his arms.

“That’s the byproduct of the chemicals. His body will become more sensitive to touch” Kevin then stopped his caressing motion and returned to his bedside.

“May I?” Pete was intrigued to touch.

He started off by guiding Chris to flex his arms up, kneading the mounds with his fingers. Chris groaned again in response to the touch.

“Amazing” Pete said as he slowly brought his head to the peak of the bicep and started to lap on them like a hungry wolf. The licking quickly became gnawing, which caused Chris to grunt in pain and throw his head to the other side.

Not long after, Mark joined the party and started to caress Chris’s other arm. He went on to also lick and bite on the bicep, while his other hand was stroking the muscular subject’s abdominal blocks.

“Uuuuuhhhhhhhggggh” Chris groaned as he felt his cock throbbing from all the touching and stroking. It was proving to be a difficult task to stay in required position as his energy is slowly getting sapped away.

Meanwhile, Kevin was watching the scene of his favorite roommate being manhandled in glee from his bedside. He could sense that despite the hunk’s mental struggle, Chris was beginning to enjoy the physical experience as indicated by his fully erect cock.

To make sure that he was not getting too comfortable, Kevin turned the torture up a notch by turning on the nanobots.

“GAaHHH!” Chris yelped when he felt the jolting sensation from his areolas. It almost made him fall back to the ground, but he was quick to recover to position as he again endured the constant electrifying stir on his nubs.

Pete and Mark didn’t take a while to figure out that the jerking movement was due to the nanobots, as they could hear slight buzzing sounds coming from Chris’s pecs.

They immediately withdrew their assault so that they could watch Chris struggling to contain himself up close.

Just before Chris could feel the orgasmic sensation building up inside his body, Kevin suddenly turned off the nanobots.

“Fuccckk!”

Chris was frustrated beyond belief from having been denied multiple times from coming.

His nipples became so sore and he desperately wanted someone to lick them so that he could finally get a release.

Judging from their eyes and hungry faces, Pete and Mark were more than ready to give exactly that, but Kevin reminded them that the time has yet to come.

“Why don’t we continue with the video and appreciate what our subject has to offer first?” He tried to divert the attention away by playing on the next file, titled Abs.

I was born in the late 70’s and had the amazing experience of going to gay bars before cell phones had cameras. You could do any number of things at a Sunday beer bust at the Eagle and odds were that nobody would even remember the next day. Or if they did, it would fade away over the course of a few weeks. Even better, was when you would go on vacation to a new city and you could be as slutty as you like and you were just another vacation story for the guys you would never see again. 

Well, that’s where this story starts. I was really late to the iPhone game. I had a flip phone until about 2010. But the first year that video was added to the iPhone was around 2009. That summer I had gone through a bad break up and was determined to cheer myself up. SO – I booked a long weekend get away to Palm Springs and booked myself a room at the All Worlds Resort. If you have ever been there, you know that back then it had several different resort areas. In the very front around the large pool, were the cheap rooms. And then the further you got to the back of the resort, the nicer and more expensive the rooms. 

It was a Friday afternoon and the resort was just starting to get arrivals when I checked in. I had friends coming in town Saturday night so I was on my own for this first day. I checked in, ran to the store and stocked up my room with booze and snacks. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist and so once I was settled in I decided to leave my door open while I unpacked and changed into my swimsuit. I of course stripped naked first, pumped my dick a few times to fluff it up and then set about putting things in drawers and closets. A few older dudes walked by and peered in …some even doubled back to get a better look. I pretended like I didn’t see them …but the thrill had my dick nice and chubby when I finally slipped on my swimsuit to take a spin around the resort. Wearing a pair of swim trunks low on my hips, I tossed a towel over my shoulder and slid on my flip flops..then out the door I went. 

I wove my way through the resort and took note of the hunky thick muscled dudes, where they were laying out or sitting and then doubled back to my room in the back of the resort. It was still pretty slow and so I chose a lounge chair by my room. I was the only one around and there wasn’t any foot traffic as I slipped into the pool. I floated around, went back and forth to my room for a few beers, did a couple tequila shots for social lubrication and was feeling a good buzz as the sun started setting. Something about being a little buzzed, in a clothing optional resort got me a bit turned on. My dick had been semi-hard for the past hour and I was seriously considering rubbing one out to relieve the pressure. I had popped back into my room for a beer and decided to flip on the tv in the cool AC for a minute. To my pleasant surprise, I forgot they had free porn channels. The TV flicked on and I was watching a hot dude get pounded like a jackhammer.  I instantly flipped my dick out and gave it a few strokes while walked to the fridge with my eyes glued to the TV.  My room was in the back of the resort and so there was very little foot traffic. I had left my door open and decided to push the boundary further by shucking off my suit, flopping down on the bed and slowly jerking my dick. I got myself close to cumming a few times but wanted this thrill to last. The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark out. I didn’t event notice until the street lights snapped on over the wall surrounding the pool. It had even gotten dark enough that I couldn’t see the pool out my door because the TV was so bright. I remembered my towel, phone and a book I left out by my lounge chair and hopped off the bed to go collect them. I was looking for my swimsuit when I got a great idea. I would just walk out naked and hard, grab them real quick and head back in. The thrill my my dick throb and I felt a nervous chill run down my body. It was one thing to let a guy walk past my open door and see me. It was another thing to walk out of the safety of my room, around the pool to the other side and back again with my dick flopping away. 

I hesitated for a moment and then with a burst of courage took off out of my door and onto the patio. The bright TV had me blinded for a sec and the only thing I could see was the blue light inside the pool. I followed its edge around the end and was halfway to my lounge chair as my eyes started to adjust. My heart was racing, dick throbbing and I was having the best time!

My thrill jumped a bit higher once my eyes adjusted and I could see the lights on in the rooms on either side of mine. To the left of my room was two dudes right out of a Tom of Finland cartoon. Both dressed in jeans, work boots and black leather harnesses. They were clearly getting ready to hit the leather bars. To the other side of my room the lights were on and there was a dude about mid-50’s, wearing cargo shorts and a loose fitting tshirt. I could tell his hair was salt and pepper and his biceps showed that he was no slouch in the gym. I was a little buzzed and slow when it dawned on me that I was naked, hard and not near any clothes. Someone had cleaned up all the towels around the pool, but had left my book and phone. I snatched them off the chair and quickly headed back to the safety of my room. I was around the end of the pool and almost to my door when my neighbor, the silver fox, opened his door and stepped out on to the patio. Our eyes met instantly and then he snapped his eyes down to my dick. I was flustered, and stumbled out a hello. He introduced himself as Grant and made a quick move to step in front of me and stuck out his hand to shake.  I came to a quick stop and of reflex moved my phone and book to my left hand and shook his hand and introduced myself…” uh hi….I’m uh Joey. ..”. He launched into a flurry of questions about where I was from, if I was here alone, had I been here before, where should he go tonight, had I been to a bar called the Tool Shed and a bunch of other questions. Before I knew it I had been standing there naked and carrying on a conversation when I heard the door to the leather daddy’s room open and the walked out onto the dark patio.  Grant’s face lit up and in a loud voice he said… “ Hey guys! Come meet our neighbor.” He then slid his arm across my shoulder and around my neck and shuffled me towards the two guys in leather. I was flustered and less than 4 feet away when it hit me again that I was naked, and with a quick look down….still hard. Luckily , it was still quite dark. Grant said “ Guys, this is Joey…” then he moved me forward to their outstretched hands. I stuttered my hellos and shook hands with each.  They introduced themselves as Jeff and Alan…They were not ignoring the fact I was naked and hard the way Grant had. Grant kept his arm around my shoulders and front and center. Jeff reached down and took the book out of my hand asking what I was reading. I scrambled to even remember. My heart was racing but I was getting off on being the only one naked. Jeff and Alan made multiple comments about my gymnast body and thick cock. Alan even reached down and grabbed my dick asking “ is that thing as thick as a coke can?!” The thrill of him grabbing my dick made it throb and my stomach muscles tighten up. I just chuckled nervously. He gave it a couple quick tugs and then quickly pushed it down and let it bounce to attention a couple times. They were all focused on it now. Jeff reached up at the same time and tweaked my left nipple then my right one, while commenting on my pecs. The stimulation on my cock and nips was wild and I was beginning to sweat in the hot desert night air.  

I was about to excuse myself when a group of guys came walking around the end of the building towards us. I was raging hard at this point and bright red in the face. Jeff and Alan heard the conversation and quickly turned around to engage the new group and draw them into our little circle. They drifted over and I could see them each take notice of my condition and start to smile. Alan said, “we were just discussing how thick Joey’s cock is. Come look at this monster! “ They all came over and the conversation flitted from my dick to pecks and then thighs and there were hands and touching and squeezing all over my body. One of the new guys said “ dang..look at that pre cum dripping …are you loving this?” I flashed with embarrassment and a nervous giggle …and quickly started to back away from the crowd, smiling huge while excusing my self. I slipped back into my room and quickly closed the door. My heart was thumping so loud I could almost hear it. 

I sat down on the end of the bed to catch my breath. The porn was still playing on my TV and I grabbed my throbbing dick as I ran back through that hot encounter. I edged myself for a little while and thought about all the slutty things that I could do this weekend. It was the first time I was free to do anything I wanted in a long time. None of my friends were arriving until the next day, so I decided to make the most of my solo evening. I gathered the nerve to go back out to the group of guys and walked slowly to the door. I listened for the conversation, but all seemed quiet. 

They fucked the second time they encountered each other. They were drawn to each one being interested in doing so the first time they saw each other. The male-to-female transgender, who was Charlie by day when he worked in his family’s Napa Valley, California, Bennet Valley Winery, became blonde, blue-eyed Charlene at night to sing sultry songs in slinky sequined dresses at Club Ricky, entered from an alley off 3rd Street, in Santa Rosa.

Club Ricky was a tucked-away gay male bathhouse, with a gym, saunas, showers, a video room, peep booths, and a club room with, sometimes, live entertainment, including drag queen stage shows and pole dancers. Charlene usually sang there one night a week—Saturday. It was the Christmas season, so she was there three times a week in the month of December this year. She would be singing for New Year’s Eve too except that they had been all signed up for a wet T-shirt contest before she’d come on as a singer. She was very popular, being a slim honey in her sequined dress and having a husky voice that was convincing whether she was being Charlene at Club Ricky or a male wedding singer at the family winery. The club would have been happy to have her every night, but she had a demanding seven-day-a-week job already and couldn’t manage much more of the transvestite work than she already was doing.

She had to do very little, in body or song, to transform from Charlie to Charlene and back. She lived on the edge in having androgynous looks, although she’d gone over the edge in sexual transformation from male to female.

The first time they encountered each other, hunky Hispanic Ryan Hernando, a very fit and handsome twenty-eight-year-old to Charlie/Charlene’s twenty-four, sat in the audience at Club Ricky with his tongue hanging out at the beauty and singing ability of Charlene. He lost his heart—or his gonads, at least—to her from the moment she stepped up on stage in a long, slim, red-sequined dress and started singing an Adele song. Sure, he knew she was a male-to-female trans. That didn’t bother him a bit. He was into gay kinky. For her part, Charlene couldn’t help but notice Ryan while she was performing. He was the best-looking man in the audience and he was showing he had the hots for her. She had no trouble lying down and opening her legs to a man she fancied. She fancied Ryan from the moment she saw him out in the audience.

He made a point to find out when she was singing there again, and that second  encounter he sent red roses to her in her dressing room.

“They’re beautiful,” she said when the guy at the stage door indicated the man waiting there had sent them. She motioned to Ryan as the stage door guard brought the hunky Hispanic to her dressing room, and he stepped forward into her world. There was no hesitation. They were lost to each other.

“I thought maybe we could—” Ryan stammered.

“I’d love to, doll, but there’s someplace I have to be tonight. I’d really, really like to. But there’s a nighttime wedding I have to sing at. If it wasn’t for that—”

“Well, maybe Wednesday,” Ryan said. “I understand you’re here Wednesday night.”

“Yes, Wednesday for sure, sweetie,” Charlene agreed. She reached out and touched him on his shirt where his left nipple was, the swirling of his pec and sleeve tattoo visible through the thin white cotton of the shirt, and he shuddered. Wednesday couldn’t come too soon for him—or for Charlene either, she was making it clear.

It most certainly was lust at first sight for both of them.

And then Wednesday did come, and after her set, Charlene came out into the audience and sat with Ryan for a drink. He’d brought her another dozen red roses, It wasn’t long before she stood, touched his hand, and whispered, “Maybe you can come back to the dressing room and help me.”

“Help you? We need to find a vase for the flowers?” he asked, and then, when she laughed and gave him a pointed look, he blushed, murmured “Oh,” and stood up from his chair.

He certainly could, and he did help her. He stood close behind her in the dressing room, smelling her shoulder-length, wavy, strawberry-blond hair.

“Unzip me, baby,” she whispered, and Ryan pulled the zipper on the back of her red-sequined dress down to the top of the rise of her buttocks. She was wearing nothing under the dress. As the dress fell to her knees, Charlene took Ryan’s hands and placed them on her small breasts, augmented just to the size and shape that would serve her in either her Charlene or Charlie guises. The nipples were large, though, and taut, and she moaned deeply as he worked them with his fingers.

Taking one of his hands, she moved it down to her snatch. The strategic point had been reached. Did he really understand what she was now—that she had fully transformed? Would he still want her?

Yes, he did understand, and it enhanced his arousal. Yes, he most certainly did still want her. His index finger found and rubbed her vestigial cock before sinking between her folds. They had an agreement on what each wanted from the other.

“Oh, baby, baby,” she whimpered. “Be good to me, baby. Fuck me.”

It was Ryan’s turn to moan. He buried his face in her throat, but when she turned her head, they went into a deep kiss.

Coming out of that, she said, “We’re the last ones here. The staff shower will be deserted.”

The staff shower was a large one with four shower heads. That’s where they fucked, neither one of them wanting to waste time getting down to it. Ryan took her from behind as they stood, plastered to each other, under cascading water. A shelf just inside the entry to the shower offered condoms and lube, and Ryan was all set after Charlene had knelt before him under the water and worked his cock up with her mouth.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled her up, with a growl, and, after rolling on a condom and lubing himself up, he turned her, one hand going to one of her tits and the other to her cunt, pulling her buttocks back into his crotch. He was hung, and his long shaft slid up under her ass to her cunt, which, as she cried out, “Yes, baby, yes. Put it in me,” he zeroed in on, penetrated, and slid up inside her cunt. The smaller, lithe Charlene lay in his embrace, moaning low and mouthing encouragements and rocking her butt back into his crotch as he fucked her from behind.

In, out; in, out. The rest of the world was in suspension as the two of them concentrated on the thick cock moving in the new cunt and the muscles of the channel walls undulated over the invading shaft to the sounds of Ryan’s grunts and Charlene’s surrendering groans.

“Oh, baby, baby, screw me good,” Charlene moaned.

“Shit, it takes it good,” Ryan muttered, as his cock explored and stretched her surgically provided cunt.

“Work it, baby, work it,” she moaned.

After several minutes, Charlene whimpered. “In the ass too, baby. Screw me in the ass too.”

Pulling back and exchanging one channel for another, Ryan fucked her in the ass too before coming in the bulb of his condom and letting her body sink to the wet tiles of the shower room.

He stood over her, fisting and continuing to stroke his still-half-hard cock, looking down at her, panting.

“There’s a couch in the dressing room,” she whispered. “Take me back there. Do me again.”

And that’s what he did, laying her on her back on the couch, coaxing her legs apart and feasting both his eyes and tongue on her slit before mounting and fucking her again.

On Ryan’s third visit to hear Charlene sing at Club Ricky, she invited him back to her dressing room again.

“I have a better idea,” he said. “My apartment is just a few blocks over. Walk me home and spend the night.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were getting a crush on me, Ryan, baby,” Charlene said.

“You don’t know better. It’s more than a crush. It’s a raging need. I want to be with you, inside you, every night. Spend Christmas Eve with me. And I know where there’s a party New Year’s Eve. At a small hotel. I can get you on the stage there and we can spend the night.”

“It sounds like a plan, baby,” Charlene said. “And you say you have an apartment just a few blocks from here?”

Ryan fucked the MTF trans in every position imaginable and in both holes through the night. Charlene left him with a lingering kiss early the next morning with an agreement to spend Christmas from Christmas Eve all the way to New Year’s Day with him—“other than most of New Year’s Eve day,” she said. “I have a gig that afternoon all booked up. I’m singing for a wedding reception.”

They parted with the prospect of starting something serious. Ryan was mesmerized by the beautiful trans. Charlene/Charlie was delighted at having found a hunky Hispanic with a huge cock who could make her climax repeatedly in both holes. They parted with each believing they’d gotten the best possible surprise Christmas present.

And then it all went south in a matter of a few days.

* * * *

Ryan and Charlene had agreed to meet at Club Ricky at 8:00 on Christmas Eve and go from there back to Ryan’s Santa Rosa apartment to celebrate an intimate transition into Christmas. Ryan was there at 7:45. Charlene wasn’t. Ryan was there at 9:00 and Charlene still hadn’t shown up. At 8:30 Ryan had tried to phone Charlie’s number only to find that, for some inexplicable reason, the call had been blocked. So were the three attempts that followed.

Unbeknownst to Ryan, Charlene—or, rather, Charlie—had received a shock on December 22nd that prompted him to ghost Ryan. So totally did he cut Ryan off that he didn’t even let the man know he’d done it or why.

On the afternoon of the 22nd, Charlie was working on breaking open and shelving bottles of wine at his family’s Bennett Valley Winery in the foothills southwest of Santa Rosa when his sister was taking a walk-in appointment by the wedding party of the wedding being held at the winery on the afternoon of New Year’s Eve. Charlie looked up to see the happy pair. From where he was positioned, they couldn’t see him as his sister guided them through the facility. Charlie would be singing for them at the reception—as Charlie. He wanted to see them to make sure he thought what he would be singing would fit. Some of what he liked to sing wouldn’t work if one or both of them looked like trolls or there was an age problem—or even if they didn’t look like they fit together.

They did, however, look like they fit together perfectly. They were both knockout great looking and about the same age. There wouldn’t be a problem with the music choice on that account. There would be a problem with him singing for them, though. He didn’t think he could manage to sing for them at all.

The bride was lovely. She was blonde, with a model’s face and a great body. She was effervescent in talking with Charlie’s sister. She obviously was in heaven over this marriage thing. The man with her was a big, reticent, and distant kind of guy. He was a real hunk, but he seemed to be holding himself somewhat distant from the discussions about the impending wedding. If the bride thought something was wrong, she seemed to be overcompensating in enthusiasm about the coming nuptials. She kept reaching out to touch the man, but he wasn’t doing the same. This normally wouldn’t be something Charlie would notice or care about. What sent Charlie into a tailspin, though, was that the man was Ryan.

Charlie’s heart turned to stone and his newly glorious world came crashing down. He’d gone with married men before. It never had ended well. It had been extra messy when they hadn’t told him they were married. Ryan hadn’t told him he was getting married.

He couldn’t do this again. He pulled out his cellphone, erased Ryan’s number, and blocked him. Then he left the winery, went up to the family compound on the grounds of the winery, locked himself in his room, and became the concern of his family on why he had withdrawn from the world at Christmas.

His parents were surprised when he didn’t go out for Christmas Eve or on Christmas Day. He had said he would be gone overnight then. They didn’t question him about it, though. Life had been tough for all of them when he had declared the extent of the life change he intended to have and went through with the total male-to-female transition. They did what they could to support him in this. They didn’t second guess him being at home for Christmas when he’d planned otherwise. Seeing how depressed he was, they just were glad he was there, with them, where they could keep an eye on him and give him whatever support and assurances they could.

* * * *

“You want to supervise the kitchen staff for this wedding before you sing rather than your usual supervision and glad-handing of guests at the entrance of the ceremony venue?” Charlie’s mother asked, her face showing surprise. Charlie was really good at guiding guests through the boxwood garden to where the weddings were performed on the hillside looking out toward the Pacific Ocean. This was the station he’d always taken before. He’d always insisted on being there before.

“Yes, I’d like to build on the experience of doing it all,” Charlie answered. The truth of the matter, of course, was that he didn’t want to run into Ryan Hernando on the man’s wedding day or risk breaking down and asking if the bride had taken Ryan for a ride before the wedding—because Charlie, as Charlene, certainly had.

He’d sing for them at the reception, disguised as best he could. It was a good thing that he had a deep voice register he could sing in and was an expert at applying makeup and wigs. They’d paid for the reception and his family needed the money. He’d sing from behind the piano rather than on the small platform they had where he usually stood. He’d do what he could to keep Ryan from recognizing him—and, if Ryan did recognize him, that would just have to be tough shit for Ryan. Charlie wouldn’t go out of his way to embarrass the man at his own wedding, but he’d brought this on himself.

Charlie’s mother let him off the hook for gate duty, saying she’d hold down that position herself for the Hernando wedding. He turned and left as fast as he could. It was a knife to the heart just to hear her refer to it as the Hernando wedding.

Just because Charlie didn’t want to be seen by Ryan or encounter him didn’t mean he didn’t want to see him again or to pine over what was happening here. If Ryan was willing to fuck Charlene right up until his wedding, including partying with him on Christmas and New Year’s Eve, it was evident that he wouldn’t mind the bisexual triangle going on past his wedding. But Charlene/Charlie wasn’t that sort of person. He’d gotten involved with a married man before and it had been a disaster. It hadn’t really been his fault. He wasn’t told the man was married; he had to find that out for himself—just as Ryan had not told him he was getting married. A sex triangle wasn’t acceptable to Charlene/Charlie. That’s why Ryan had had to be ghosted.

The bride was here and off in the room she was provided to be in until it was time to walk the aisle. And then Ryan, all spiffed up in a white tuxedo, with a white rose, arrived in a Rolls-Royce along with three other men in white tuxedoes. That undoubtedly was the groom’s side of the wedding party. Charlie almost laughed at the thought that Ryan dared to wear white to his wedding considering how athletically and wantonly the two of them had fucked. He understood that white was traditionally supposed to signal virginity in the bride. What was it supposed to mean when the groom wore it, Charlie wondered.

Well, Charlene could attest that Ryan Hernando was no virgin.

He wasn’t about to watch the march down the aisle and the meeting at the minister, so Charlie held back behind a tall boxwood hedge. He remained close enough to listen to the ceremony.

When the ceremony got to “Do you, Brian Hernando, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded life?” Charlie’s heart nearly stopped. What was that he’d heard? Had he heard that correctly? He groped his way around the side the hedge and looked to where the wedding party was spread out. Ryan Hernando was standing beside the groom, not in the place of the groom.

How could Charlie have been such an assuming idiot? Ryan had told him he had a twin brother, Brian. He just hadn’t told him that Brian was getting married—at Charlie’s family’s winery—or that Ryan was going to be the best man in the wedding.

Ryan’s shock came forty-five minutes later when Charlie took the stage at the reception to sing some wedding songs. He didn’t bother with all the elaborate makeup work he’d thought he’d have to wear, and he performed from the raised platform rather than from behind the piano. After several seconds, Ryan realized that this was another aspect of Charlene.

Ryan was very understanding when the two got together after that and they’d had an opportunity to discuss the situation.

“You just ghosted me and I was crushed. I didn’t realize how much I cared until you weren’t there suddenly. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you my brother was getting married. I had no idea that the winery your family owned was the one holding the wedding.”

“I told you the name of the winery,” Charlie said. “And I saw you here with the bride before Christmas. I assumed you were the groom.”

“Brian couldn’t make it that day. Julie didn’t want to come do a last check here by herself. Sorry. I didn’t zero in on the name of the winery. All I could think of then was you—of Charlene.”

“I guess there’s no way I can not accept that as an excuse for not paying closer attention,” Charlie said. “So, where does that leave us? Can we still do New Year’s Eve together?”

“We can do each other right now,” Ryan said. “If there’s someplace that—”

“Sure is. We live here at the winery. Our house is right up there on the hill. The rest of the family is busy with this reception. We could—”

They could . . . and they most certainly did.

May be to call first night or first morning, don’t know because this was happened in morning to morning. One of the partner, who is playing role of wife (called as wife hereafter) wanted some ring exchange or something simple like getting married. So another partner who is hubby (called as hubby hereafter) planned something surprise. So lets go to the narration.

Hubby planned a visit to wife place around 9 am in the morning. Wife wearing a sexy transparent dress and invite hubby home. After getting in hubby told, lets get married today but before that we make some love. Wife told I have not taken bath and wanted to get ready. Hubby told it’s ok, I am also dirty now, so lets play dirty game and later get up cleaned together. Saying that hubby asked to wait wife out for sometime, till he get ready the bed for dirty play. Hubby went inside, changed the bedspread & pillow cover with their names embedded, made some heart shape with rose petals in the middle of the bed, lit some fragrance candles and closed windows with curtains and stop more nature light getting inside.

Hubby came out and wife was looking at him with shyness because hubby opened shirt buttons and down with inner only. Wife was sitting on sofa, hubby came and sat on her and whispered in her ear can we get more dirty. Saying so hubby get up and carry the wife inside bedroom and slowly put down her in middle of petals. Hubby remove the shirt fully and circled the same and throw away and gave a romantic look. Immediately fall on the wife and started raping her lips…. there start the first scream…. . be slow and gentle…. . Aaaaaaaaaah. The screaming increases hubby’s mood further and telling no baby…sorry for harsh but I am in dirty mood…. please allow me to love the way…. .and lip locking her meanwhile fingers are playing on her body squeezing the nipple, rubbing the penis and fingering in-between thigh…. which makes her to scream and saying love you baby…. .and murmuring hubby hubby…. .

Hubby getting little wild and raping her kiss further, tearing her upper clothes and sucking nipples. Also wife licking the hubby’s armpit and smelling him. Hubby gets up and bring some alcoholic drink for both. With cheers both having a sip. Then hubby takes off his vest also and wife’s upper top is already teared still hanging around. Wife took another sip and feeding hubby from her mouth and vice versa. While feeding from mouth, some spill outs are licked by each other. Since lots of foreplay in-between, pre-cum comes which is tasted by each other. So sometime alcohol and sometime salvia along with lots of foreplay and only each others murmuring of sex dirty words…. …hugging each other…. .sometime licking and tasting the pre cum on penis and sucking…. then both lay down and enjoying the taste of pre cum and a deep breath…. ..murmuring dirty words and getting wild sometimes and romancing gently sometimes…. …

Then hubby slowly lifting the legs of wife and licking over the inner. Hubby remove all the clothes on both and now they got nude fully. Hubby playing with tongue inside the hole…. She screams…. Aaaaaaaaah hubby Aaaaaaaaah hubby please stop…. which makes Him wild and inserting one finger…. .so now She screaming in pain…. .that time hubby put his one of his fingers in her mouth and make her to bite, so she get some comfort. Hubby slowly fingering the hole little by little and murmuring love you baby 👶. Slowly she getting into normal…still little pain but feel better and start enjoying…. .meanwhile hubby coming little closer and kissing the lips and whispering love you baby you are my perfect partner 💖…. …

He picking one rose petal in mouth and holding it in teeth one end and she on other end…both started biting it and slowly lips come together and exchanging rosy saliva and kissing 💋 each other for long…. .Hubby picking one more petal and running over that petal over her face then coming down to neck…then down and circling rose petal over nipples for some time and with added fragrance of wife on that rose petal, hubby started chewing and enjoying taste in it…. ..during that time She was licking and sucking his hairy nipples…. .aaaaaaaaah…. .what a moment that is…. .both forgetting all and enjoying each other….

Wife laying on hubby… and he trying to finger her hole… wife saying hubby what are you doing, please leave me… for that hubby says, “I know what you want… .I am not going to leave you today… my baby… lets play some hard game”… saying that hubby biting her lips and then nipples… wife screaming and in turn biting his shoulder… .both hugging each other and rolling over on bed… gently kissing each other… .sucking your boobs… .licking all over… ..you also playing dirty… .licking me sucking my nipples… then go for 69 position both sucking penis wonderfully and licking and sucking balls… ..saliva from mouth coming out… getting more dirty… .both are extremely hard and horny…. .hubby fingering her hole and try pushing the penis inside… it is not going easy… so pushing hard… .she was screaming aloud… hubby keeping his fingers in her mouth… .so that she can bite and that time finally hubby pushed inside… .you murmuring… . aaaaaaaaaaahhh… . hubby… . please be slow… .in turn hubby just kissing on her neck and slowly starting to fuck… ..wife feeling uncomfortable at first and then slowly slowly she getting into normal… .her pain reduces and started feeling pleasure… .hubby removing out the cock and inserting again… .now both enjoying… ..it is easily coming out and going inside… meanwhile wife saying aaaaaaahhhh… hubby… .give me more pleasure… hubby pushing in and out and playing… . … .inbetwenn hubby out and started sucking her penis and licking and swallowing balls… she is in pleasure screaming… ..aaaaaaahhhh… .i am continuously sucking so that saliva from my mouth coming out and making further dirty… .then again hubby fucking slowly… .in-between enjoying some alcohol.

Slowness increases and going little hard… .trying different position, doggy, sometime standing, sometime lifting wife, sometime normal position… sometime romancing… .inbetween sucking wife’s cock… wife biting hubby’s ears … sometime biting hubby’s nipples… .both in high pleasure… wanting more and more of each other… .not wanted to end… but at one point of time they need to end and they decided… .hubby continuously sucking wife and at the same time fucking the wife… .its about to come for both… .hubby wanted to drink fully… so sucking her widely, wife releasing hot milk inside hubby’s mouth… wow… .yummy… .hubby drinking till last drop and sucking cleanly… in the meanwhile hubby getting it released on wife’s chest, then hubby lick his own cum and feeding wife… wife tasting from hubby’s lips… .wow… .what a wonderful moment… .once fully feed, both kissing on lips and saying love you darling. Wife murmuring darling at last you finished me… .naughty hubby… .there both are laying down side by side… suddenly hubby pulls over the wife over himself and asking “are you ok”? and making wife laying down on his chest.

Since morning both were playing forget about breakfast and lunch. Now they getting little hungry and ordering something for delivery. Then they feed each other and enjoying food together with alcohol. Then both slept for some time. Both slept nude. Wife laying over hubby and hubby holding tightly the wife, they went for some deep sleep.

They woke up around 5 PM and hubby told lets get ready for marriage and I will make you ready. Hubby told before that he wanted to piss on him. So took the bitch to bathroom and make him stand on kneel. They hubby started giving golden shower over wife, which he likes a lot. Once golden shower over, both get cleaned their self first. After that hubby started getting ready the wife. Hubby took haldi and mixed with milk and applied over wife and gave her milk bath first. Then washed her fully with water. Secondly took sandalwood powder and mix with rosewater and applied over her fully and gave rosewater bath now. So she will smell with rose fragrance. Then took a new white towel and dry her up.

After that again hubby take some sandalwood powder and mix with rosewater and apply on her shoulder and around her nipples. Then wear her silky bikini and inner. Then sit down and make her to keep her leg one by one on his penis and wear her anklet. Then wear all other jewelleries one by one. Last make her to wear the marriage saree. Wife is so sexy in that saree and hubby not able to control. But somehow managed and keep small bindi over and above her eyebrows and then one little big bindi in centre. Now took flower garland and tie over her hands shoulder and hip. Also one flower garland over the neck which is big and falling till stomach. Now wife is fully ready. Now hubby goes and get ready himself. Just a bath with sandalwood mixed with rosewater. And wearing one dhoti in hip and one over the shoulder. No further makeup for hubby except for flower garland. Already it is past 7 Pm and fragrance candle light around them and bed is again cleaned and written their names in rose petals & side also decorated with flower garlands and balloons. Now both ready. Hubby sat on the bed. Since hubby only getting ready the wife both were horny only. Now comes highlights. Hubby just moved the dhoti little so that cook is standing upright. Asked wife to sit like that her holes takes up the cock. So wife came and try little and kept her holes on penis and pushed inside. Wow…. Now they both exchanged the garland. Hubby kept sindoor on wife forehead and make her as official wife. Then took a golden ring and wear on her finger and get married. Wife was happy and both kissed on lips. That is how inserting penis inside her holes both got married. And again they repeated what happened in the morning again. But this time no alcohol but instead having warm badam milk. So that they get more energy to play on bed.

Now She taking the milk 🥛 and crushing some rose petal into to that and feeding the him, He started sipping it and also licking the tiny drops on her penis and say milk is tasteless in front of your white honey so instead give more of it instead of milk…. .but she is insisting to drink…. .so he told better you feed me from your mouth…. so she took a sip of milk in mouth and transferring into his mouth and there they go lip lock for sometime…. .next sip is going to be special…. .because she was chewing some rose petal and then taking a sip and giving to him…. aaaaaaaaah…. ..what a tasty it will be…. .mixed with saliva of the lover, rose petal and milk…. thus they completing the full milk…. Both licking the milk rolling over from each other mouth…. and making her to lay down over Him and murmuring loving words and dirty words….

Likewise they are repeating the morning session for that night… so much for fucking… whole night both were enjoying a lot and during early morning they went into sleep without knowingly and both hugging each other tightly.

Disclaimer. This story is a fiction. I am not trying to validate any behavior; all acts written in the story are consensual and done by people over 21.

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Please, Daddy, Fuck My Pussy!

Scott went to the clinic the next day. He was constantly horny, but Daddy forbade him from coming. He wanted to be fucked by him.

Scott thought about jerking off. He was sure Daddy would have no way of knowing, but Scott wanted to be a fucking good boy. Scott kept thinking about that Cop daddy the whole day, and his jock was covered with spots of dried precum beside other fresh ones. The lectures were a blur at this point, and he constantly checked the app when Daddy would log in and see his message.

ThisDaddyisaCop: What a greedy boy, you couldn’t wait. Could you?

20yoBubbleButt: I can’t stop thinking about it. Please, Daddy, Fuck My Pussy!

ThisDaddyisaCop: Soon, my whore, soon. Has someone fucked that pussy already?

20yoBubbleButt: Yes, Daddy.

ThisDaddyisaCop: Were you always such a dirty cum-lusting whore?

20yoBubbleButt: No, Daddy. But I now love cock. I need yours!

ThisDaddyisaCop: Patience, boy. I can’t today.

20yoBubbleButt: I need to cum, Daddy

ThisDaddyisaCop: You need to be fucking patient, boy!

20yoBubbleButt: Yes, daddy. When can you fuck me?

ThisDaddyisaCop: I could find the time tomorrow.

20yoBubbleButt: Yes, Daddy, please!

ThisDaddyisaCop: My greedy boy, send me a picture of that hungry hole

20yoBubbleButt: I’m at the library, Daddy.

ThisDaddyisaCop: Then be discrete, son

Scott groaned and turned around. He found a place secluded enough to pull down his jeans. He spread his cheek and took a quick pic before he hurriedly dressed himself.

20yoBubbleButt: Please, daddy…

ThisDaddyisaCop: What a cute fucktoy. Do you like being daddy’s fucktoy, son?

20yoBubbleButt: Yes, daddy. I love it!

ThisDaddyisaCop: I want you to sit on that dildo today and keep riding it until you feel like coming. Then, you will take a shower and return to sit on it. I want a video of you impaling on it. When will you be home?

20yoBubbleButt: I can go there now.

ThisDaddyisaCop: Go then. I want to see that hungry pussy!

20yoBubbleButt: Yes, daddy

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“Hi, Scott.”

“Mom! What are you doing here?”

“I finished early. Is that a problem?”

“No… of course not.”

“We wanted to talk about James. He would love to meet you already.”

“I know, I’m just so busy with college. Can we talk about it some other time?”

“Sure, Scott, but I’m going to that workshop next week. I was trying to set up this dinner for weeks.”

Scott sighed. He needed to bounce, so he just went with what she wanted to hear. “Okay, how about this weekend?”

“And can I be sure you will be here?”

“Yeah, we can make it Saturday. Is that okay?”

“Okay, I will tell James.”

“Great, can I go now?”

“Yes… Sure, go, honey.”

“Thanks!”

Daddy sent Scott a request for his ass pic just before he entered the door. Scott didn’t want to keep him waiting, and this sudden meeting with Mom was quite a distraction. Scott hurriedly undressed and posed for the camera, checked it out, and sent it.

Then he sat on his dildo as per instructions and rode it, making a video to send.

Scott spent the whole evening stretching his hole, and he was excited like never when Daddy told him he would fuck him tomorrow and ordered him to go to that stall and wait again at seven.

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Scott was running late. He took a long time to shower and prepare his hole. He got so immersed in getting ready that when he looked at the clock, he cursed aloud and sat on his bike like someone was chasing him. He felt a buzzing in his pocket but chose rather to speed up than waste time answering.

As the door opened, he jumped from his bike, and angry Daddy was about to walk out. His eyes pierced the sweaty boy, and he motioned for him to march in.

James was just about to leave, pissed and with blue balls. He was waiting there for twenty minutes and spent that time plotting his punishment should that boy have the guts to come in the first place.

James slammed the door behind Scott. He grabbed him by the shirt and rammed that boy against the dirty wall, slapping him across the face.

“Who do you think you are, making me wait here, bitch?!”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“Reason.”

“I just lost track of time.”

Another slap landed on his face.

“You fucking lost track of time, you bitch?!”

“Yes, daddy. Sorry.”

James turned, put out the ‘Out of Order’ sign, and locked the bathroom door. Scott was still pressed against that wall and watched him.

“Get on your knees, whore.” The growl as Daddy pulled on his belt sent fucking shivers down to Scott’s cock. His mouth started to salivate just from the memory of this cock choking him the other day.

A rough slap made his stunned horny face turn and his leaking cock jerk.

“Now, cunt!!”

“Yes, daddy.”

“What do you say, you fucking, little cunt?”

“Please can I suck your cock, daddy?”

SLAP!

“Sorry, daddy!”

SLAP!

“I’m sorry, Daddy, for making you wait. Please let me suck that cock, Daddy.”

SLAP!!

Daddy glared at him. “Tell me what you are, whore?”

Scott looked at him, now crazy from those eyes burning the soul inside him. He looked at daddy’s hand, holding the opened belt.

“I’m your little fucking whore, Daddy.”

SLAP!

“I’m your little dirty fucking whore. Please, Daddy, use your little fucktoy. Please fuck my face!”

SLAP! “Apologize, you fucking, dirty, cumdump!”

“I’m sorry, daddy! I’m so sorry, Daddy, for being late, please punish your dirty cumdump. Please choke me with your cock. Please, Daddy!”

“Keep begging, you dirty hole.” Daddy unbuttoned the jeans, and Scott leaned closer, his mouth leaking spit from his corner from how greedy he was now for that cock.

When James saw that, he roared and grabbed harshly that boy’s hair.

“Open, you fucking, greedy brat.”

“Please, daddy, I need that co…”

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” Daddy pushed in, making the boy retch, But he held him tight. Stretching forcefully that cunt of a mouth. “Choke on that, you fucking, fucking … hole!” His voice was gruff and shaking as he started mercilessly fucking that throat, regardless of the sounds the poor boy was making.

The boy’s throat hurt, and his hands desperately reached Daddy’s hips.

He pulled out and slapped the boy so hard he felt on the ground.

“If you like your ass, you will fucking leave now. Otherwise, I will now ride you so hard you will feel me for days!”

Scott looked at the behemoth towering above him. He nearly came hands-free just from how hard his cock was jerking in his pants.

“Please, daddy, fuck my holes! Please use them hard. Please.”

Daddy took a sharp breath, watching that boy under him.

“Daddy… I really need it… Please! My pussy is twitching so hard! Please.” Scott reached for his jeans and opened them. Then he turned and went down on all fours. He bent so those sore nipples in his shirt itched when touching the cold concrete. His ass was up in the air, and his hands shook violently when he pulled down his jeans showing his craving hole.

He pushed his hole to open. “Please, Daddy, punish me. Use both my holes. Please… Please, I need you to fuck me hard! Please!”

Scott screamed as his hair was pulled, and his face was pinned sideways to the ground.

“You fucking, cheap, dirty, little cunt.”

All Scott could see was a black heavy-leather boot in front of his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it.

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck me. Please, rip my hole open. PLEASE…” he moaned as he begged while his tongue licked on that boot.

A hard rough slap fell on his butt cheek, and he squealed.

“What a pretty sound, son. My fucking, dirty boy… I will spank this ass red!”

Another rough slap made Scott whine, and then one after another, slap after slap bruised his pale ass.

“Spread that ass wide for me, boy!”

Scott’s eyes cried. His cock felt like it was about to burst. But he gathered all his strength and spread his cheeks.

SLAP!!

Daddy spanked the soft tissue of his hole, and Scott screamed!

“What do dirty little cunts say to daddy?!

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, please, please, please more!!”

The boy roared when another salve of pain burned his tender hole.

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you…. Please! Please!”

Scott felt something slick and cold circle his hole. But that was all this fucking hole deserved as the finger savagely sank deep and attacked his prostate. Scott arched his back and whimpered.

“Fuck that greedy pussy on it, boy!”

Scott bucked his hips and desperately rode that finger teasing him, far from release.

“Please, Daddy, please. I need more!”

Scott begged desperately, pumping that finger in and begged in a fucking horny desperate loop. “Please, Daddy, I’ll be a good boy. Please, I will come on time, please, please fuck that pussy.”

“Boycunt,” Daddy growled into his ear. “That’s what this is. Fucking, cheap fuck toy for my cock!”

“Yeas, Daddy, fuck your fucktoy. Please. I’ll be a good boy. Please!”

There was no second finger. Just a thick bulbous cockhead demanding its fucktoy to open.

Scott roared, and Daddy stuck the finger that was in his ass deep into his gullet, adding two more fingers fisting his screaming throat as that dick drilled inside.

Daddy pulled out and spanked that greedy hole before ramming back in.

“DADDY!”

“Fucking take it, son! You wanted this. You will fucking take the whole rod all the way! BEG FOR IT!” He growled into his ear in between grunts as he was pounding in and out.

Scott begged. But his voice was disrupted by those fingers fist-fucking his mouth and throat.

Daddy pulled out. BOTH. Scott whined.

James pulled the boy’s face to him and spat into his face.

“Open that hole for me, son.”

Scott did, and Daddy spat into his throat and on his red face. “Let me hear you, son.”

“Please, Daddy, use my holes. Please, Daddy, I’ll be a good fucking fucktoy. Please.”

James sneered, horny and on the absolute edge of madness. He spat at him again, watching those wads leak down that used fuck-face.

“You’ve been a fucking ungrateful, bad boy, son. You are not cumming today. IS THAT FUCKIGN CLEAR?”

Scott twitched and nodded. “Yes, daddy. I will be a fucking good fucktoy!”

Daddy slapped him. “Good boy.”

He laid him on the back. “Spread those legs for me. I want to see that boycunt.”

The boy shamelessly obeyed, and James impaled him on one thrust.

Daddy slapped him. “What do good fucktoys say?”

“Thank you, daddy. Please fuck your boycunt.”

Daddy wrapped his hand around the boy’s throat. And started pumping in harshly.

“This what my boy needs?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, choke me.”

Daddy squeezed his grip and pounded even harder.

“BEG!”

“Fuck me, Daddy, please, use your fucktoy. Please.”

The view of that red face, horny, devoted eyes burning into his soul, and the fucking tight cunt around his dick was sending him into overdrive.

“This is what my boy wanted?”

“Yes, Daddy, thank you.”

James felt his balls about to burst! He arched his back and braced his knees in a heavy roar, ramming into that used hole as if he hated him.

Scott screamed, and Daddy covered his mouth.

“Beg me for my cum, you fucking cumdump!”

“Daddy, please breed my cunt. Please, please seed me. Please, Daddy, use your cumdump.”

Daddy squeezed his neck harder and roared as his balls erupted, and he shot volleys of cum into that boycunt.

He stopped and took a moment to catch his breath.

“What a fucking good fucktoy. Let me reward you, son.”

He straddled Scott’s chest and pushed his cumstained cock into the boy’s mouth.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“Eat, boy, you deserve it.”

Scott sucked on the deflating cock and licked it clean. Then James moved his dick up and showed him his balls. Scott lapped on them and licked them clean while Daddy petted his matted hair.

“What a good fuck toy.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Daddy smiled and stood up, tucking his dick into his pants.

“Don’t be late again.”

“I won’t, daddy.”

James smiled. “Good. Do you want me to take you somewhere?”

“Are you here in the police car?”

James chuckled. “No.”

“Then it’s cool. I’m here by bike anyway.”

“You’d want me to bring you home to your mother in a police car?”

“No… I kind of thought we could have a round two in the back seat.”

James chuckled. “This is not porn, boy. I won’t be fucking you in my back seat.”

Scott smirked and scrambled to his knees. “Never?”

James sneered. “Let’s say that’s more than a special treat, son.”

Scott grinned and came to the sink, washing his face.

James looked at his young firm bubble butt he just used. He playfully spanked him and squeezed his cheek. “Get dressed, boy.”

“Were you serious that I will not cum?”

“Were you serious that the reason why you came late was that you were tardy?”

“I wanted to be sparkling clean and smell nice for you.”

“Cute, but don’t bother with smelling nice. My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Right.” Scott sulked and then smirked. “Then how about I wanted to be clean for you so you can fuck me ass to mouth without any issue?”

James checked him out as he was drying his hands. “That’s better.”

Scott grinned. “When can I see you?”

“Not sure. I’m busy tomorrow, maybe Sunday or Monday.”

Scott just smiled.

“What’s with that face.”

“You want to fuck me again.”

James smirked. “Sure I do. That down there was fucking wild. How many daddies plowed that ass?”

Scott smirked. “A selected few. But I had one very kinky daddy, showing me just what a greedy, sick whore I am.”

James laughed. “Do you like that?”

“Yes. Do you?”

James checked him out and nodded. Scott smiled, coming over to him.

“What you doing?”

“I wanted to kiss you.”

James leaned closer and licked those full, swollen lips. “I don’t usually kiss my fucktoys.”

“You kissed me the other day.”

James spanked that ass, bent for his jeans, and handed them to him. “Consider yourself lucky. Come on. I need to lock this place.”

“Yes, officer.”

James turned, and his eyes lit. “We can do that the next time, son.”

“Can I jerk at home?”

Daddy grabbed Scott’s junk and squeezed. Scott whimpered.

“What do you think, fucktoy?”

“No?”

James leered at him and shook his head slowly. “No. I want to eat that load once I will let you cum. And trust me, I will now.”

“Fuck… that’s so hot!”

“And we just getting started, son. Now get lost!”

James watched that firm ass ride that bike as he locked the restroom.

“Hi, Bill, thanks.” James handed him the keys. “You sure you didn’t want my boy to clean up after us?”

“Naah, my little piggie will love licking that floor.”

James chuckled. “You pervert.”

“Look who’s talking, how old was that perky ass?”

“You saw?”

“I was curious.”

“Twenty-two. Boy left his date of birth visible on the test results.”

“Nice. Feel like lending him sometime?”

“Mmm, it could be hot. He’s a real perv.” James looked at Bill, smirking.

“Well, maybe not as pervy as you are, buddy, but boy is natural. One needy cumdump.”

“Well, you need to introduce us sometime.”

“Maybe I will.” James winked.

James spent some time with Bill, and when he finished, they went to James’s for a beer.

“Ready to meet Megan’s son?”

“No, but ready to fuck her brains out with that brat in the next room.”

“Give him a chance. Maybe he’s a good boy.”

James scoffed. “Doubt that. From what I heard, he’s an ungrateful brat.”

“Well, you will see tomorrow.”

“Doubt that. That brat has stood me up four times now. Each time we agreed to dinner, he called in that he couldn’t cos his friend felt sick, got too much homework, and so on. I don’t even believe he will come tomorrow. The safest bet for me is just to come once unannounced.”

“Right…”

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