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It’s been almost 3 months since me and my lover Charlie tied the knot and we have been more closer then ever. He is still active at 104 years of age  a great kind man and  still likes to make love almost every night. 

One evening we  went out for a nice romantic dinner at our favorite local mexican resturant because me and Charlie were both craving mexican food. After we worked  out we quickly showered got dressed and headed out around 6 pm.

As we were on the car and Charlie was driving I said babe you look so handsome tonight. I he said so do you and we held each others hand while he was driving with the other. We got to the Mexican resturaunt  and we ordered our meals.

Very great food and we enjoyed it. Later on after we paid for our meal we went out for some ice cream and  then later on around 9.30 pm me and Charlie headed home.  I closed and locked the door and we got out of our shoes and socks and 

I looked into his eyes and said Charlie you are my everything. he said Davey you make this old timer happy and then we kissed with passion . We walked into our bedroom and  pulled down the blanket and sheet. 

We kissed and i unbutoned his shirt and removed it from his body and he did the same to me. Sexy chest my love.  He said Your body is sexy also. I saw his budge  and said You must be  as excited as me. 

Charlie says yes Davey I want you naked. Same here I told him and then I unbuckled his belt and unbuckled and unziped his shorts and pulled them down and he did the same to me. Then i pulled down his underwear and he pulled down my underwear. He sayes Davey your penis is hard and big.

I said yes it is and your little penis is hard also. I gently laid him on the bed and got on top him and kissed him. I slowy went down and sucked both of his nipples  and he was going wild OHH DAVEY YES!!! 

I went down and then I said OK now i am going to make love to your beautiful old penis with my hands  and mouth. I was  stroking him with my hand and he said yes I love that then I placed my mouth on his penis and started to suck and he was going OH DAVEY THAT FEELS GOOD! 

A few minutes later I picked up the pace and he said OH YES DAVEY I”M AMOST THERE!!  I”M GONNA CUM! He shot his sprem into my mouth. I laid back and he gave me some oral and then I said K lay on your  back and get your leggs up.

He did and I was licking his anal area and he loved it Next he said Davey I want you inside of me. I grabed some lube and got him lubed up and my  penis lubed up.

I slowy inserted my penis into Charlie;s rectum  and from him came a loud moan. OOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!! DAVEY!!   OHH YOU SEXY ANIMAL!!!!!  I was starting slow and we were kissing OH YA OHH !! YES!! YES!!! OH!! BABY!! OH GOOD GOD!! OH JESUS!!  I was thursting faster and faster   then  it was OHH DAVEY    OHH CHARLIE!!!!!!!! OH DAVEY OH YES!!!! 

A few minutes later I felt my sprem about to hit I said baby here comes  the  nector!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHH AHH!!!!  I pumped my seman inside of him.. I pulled out we kissed each other goodnight and fell asleep

My uncle had a vacuum pump

That he wanted me to see

He said it made his cock so big

And stiff as it could be

He said that I could try it

If I wasn’t scared to try

I said that I was curious

Although a little shy

To help me calm my shyness

He took off his pants and jeans

His cock though limp was handsome

And an answer to my dreams

He put the pump upon his prick

And pumped his cock real good

It rose to such a stiffness

Like the thing was made of wood

His shaft took up the empty space

His knob right near the top

He handed me the pump valve

To pump hard and not to stop

His massive cock looked awesome

He’d a smile upon his face

And then he told me to strip off

And then take up his place

I sat real close beside him

And he putt the pump on me

He started pumping really hard

My cock was clear to see

It grew to fill the pumping tube

The pressure tugged my prick

I’d never seen my cock so stiff

So long and firm and thick

The vacuum pump was tugging

On my helpless randy knob

Then uncle asked if I would put

My cock into his gob

He vacuum pump came off me

My dick was throbbing hot

My uncle sucked me sensually

I almost popped my lot

What started as a pumping game

Became a lustful time

With uncle and me slobbering

Once in a sixty nine

I held his balls and sucked his prick

He did the same to me

And then he filled my mouth with cum

I swallowed it with glee

My knob was being chewed and sucked

My uncle needed cum

I shot my load the instant

That he finger fucked my bum

An uncle and his nephew

What a lovely way to play

Now my uncle likes to fuck me

Every single fucking day

Elias Ainsworth cautiously opened the door to his quaint cottage, the crisp evening air carrying the faint scent of rain and the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest. He stepped aside to allow the new male person, a mysterious figure shrouded in shadow, to enter. The stranger’s footsteps echoed through the narrow hallway as he cautiously surveyed the dimly lit interior, his eyes adjusting to the warm glow of the flickering candles. Elias closed the door with a gentle click, sealing them within the sanctum of their solitude. As the latch fell into place, a sudden gust of wind whispered through the ancient house, causing the candle flames to dance and cast eerie shadows upon the walls. The silence was palpable, yet filled with an unspoken tension that seemed to thicken the very air they breathed. Elias turned to face his unanticipated guest, his curiosity piqued by the enigmatic presence that had so abruptly entered his quiet life.

Elias led the stranger into the cozy living room, the fireplace crackling with welcoming warmth. He offered a seat on the well-worn armchair next to the hearth, its velvet cushions faded from years of use. The stranger accepted, his movements deliberate and controlled, as if every action was a calculated decision. Elias settled into the chair opposite, a small table adorned with a dusty lamp and a few scattered tomes between them. The room was a testament to Elias’s solitary existence, lined with bookshelves that stretched to the ceiling, each shelf crammed with tomes of various sizes and hues. The flickering firelight cast a warm, intimate glow over the worn wooden floorboards and the mismatched furniture, creating a space that was both comforting and slightly claustrophobic. As the stranger removed his cloak, revealing a simple yet well-tailored outfit, Elias finally broke the silence. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, his voice steady despite the thumping of his heart. “What brings you to me on such an unassuming evening?” The stranger’s eyes met his, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. “I’ve come,” he began, his voice smooth and measured, “to seek your expertise, Mr. Ainsworth.”

Elias arched an eyebrow, his curiosity now piqued. “My expertise?” he echoed, the question lingering in the air like a note from a distant flute. The stranger nodded solemnly, his gaze never wavering from Elias’s. “Indeed,” he affirmed. “Your reputation as an esteemed scholar of the arcane and the keeper of ancient tomes has not gone unnoticed. I am in need of your knowledge regarding a matter of great urgency and delicacy.” The air grew heavier with the weight of the unspoken words, and the crackling of the fire seemed to amplify the quiet tension. Elias leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied the man before him. “I see,” he said slowly, his voice betraying a hint of skepticism. “And what, pray tell, could be so pressing that it requires the attention of a simple recluse like myself?” The stranger’s smile grew, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. “Ah, Mr. Ainsworth,” he said, his tone now filled with a touch of intrigue. “You underestimate your own renown. But fear not, for I shall reveal all in due time. First, may I impose upon your hospitality for a cup of tea?” As he spoke, he unbuttoned his coat, revealing a hidden pocket that bulged with an object of unknown significance. The plot thickened like the shadows that danced around the room, hinting at secrets yet to be unveiled.

The stranger’s gaze dropped to his lap, where a noticeable bulge in his pants had formed, a clear indication of his growing arousal from the thick tension in the room. He shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized the awkwardness of the situation. Quickly, he adjusted his posture, attempting to obscure the evidence of his body’s response with his cloak. He took a deep, steadying breath, reminding himself of the purpose of his visit and the need for composure. As Elias stepped out to prepare the tea, the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway, the man took a moment to collect his thoughts. He knew that he had to maintain a professional demeanor, despite the allure of the intimate setting and the handsome scholar before him. With a subtle gesture, he adjusted himself once more, hoping that the concealment was enough to keep his desires from becoming too obvious. The anticipation of what was to come—both in terms of the conversation and the potential physical connection—was almost unbearable. Yet, he remained composed, waiting patiently for Elias to return, the crackling fire the only sound in the room, acting as a gentle reminder of the passion smoldering just beneath the surface.

Elias returned with a steaming tray of tea, his eyes briefly flickering downward before he averted his gaze, having caught a whiff of the stranger’s arousal. He knew all too well the power of anticipation and the dance of desire that often accompanied the sharing of forbidden knowledge. Carefully, he placed the tray on the table between them, the china clinking gently as he set it down. He poured two cups, the amber liquid swirling and steaming, filling the room with the soothing scent of herbs and spices. Handing one to the stranger, he said, “Now, let us proceed with our discussion,” his tone as neutral as the air around them. He took a sip of his tea, savoring the warmth as it traveled down his throat, all the while keeping his thoughts and observations to himself. The stranger took his cup with a trembling hand, his eyes never leaving Elias’s as he brought the porcelain to his lips, the heat from the liquid searing his flesh in a deliciously painful way that mirrored the heat in his loins. They both knew that the evening was about to take an unexpected turn, one that would intertwine their fates and desires in a tapestry of secrets and passion that neither could have foreseen.

The stranger took a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving Elias’s, the warmth of the liquid doing little to calm the fire burning within him. “My name is Castor,” he finally revealed, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room. “I am a seeker of lost artifacts, and I’ve come into possession of a manuscript that requires your unique set of skills to decipher.” He paused, his hand lingering on the bulge in his pocket, the anticipation building like the crescendo of a symphony. “It speaks of a ceremony,” Castor continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, “one that could grant unimaginable power to those who dare to perform it.” Elias’s curiosity was piqued, his eyes darkening with interest as he leaned closer, the heat from the fireplace casting a warm glow on his features. The scent of the tea mingled with the musky aroma of their growing desire, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the air. “A ceremony, you say?” Elias mused, his voice laced with intrigue. “What kind of power are we talking about?” Castor leaned in, his breath warm against Elias’s cheek. “The kind that could change the very fabric of our reality,” he murmured, his hand moving to caress the back of Elias’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. The scholar’s pulse quickened, his tea forgotten as he found himself drawn to the mysterious man before him, the line between professional inquiry and personal desire blurring like the shadows around them.

Elias’s eyes widened at Castor’s revelation, his breath hitching in his throat. He couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement and a twinge of fear at the implications of such power. “To perform this ceremony,” Castor said, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, “it is required that two individuals, bound by mutual trust and desire, come together in the most intimate of unions.” He paused, his thumb tracing a gentle circle on the back of Elias’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “Sex?” Elias managed to croak out, his voice thick with the desire that was now unmistakable. Castor’s smile grew more pronounced, his gaze dropping to Elias’s lips before meeting his eyes again. “Indeed,” he confirmed, his hand moving to unbutton the scholar’s shirt, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. “The ritual demands a union of bodies and spirits, a blending of life forces to unlock the ancient secrets contained within the manuscript.” His touch grew more insistent, his fingertips grazing over Elias’s collarbone, sending waves of pleasure through the other man’s body. Elias’s hand trembled as he reached up to cover Castor’s, his own desires warring with his sense of propriety. Yet, as he looked into the depths of Castor’s eyes, filled with both urgency and passion, he knew that he couldn’t resist the allure of the forbidden knowledge—or the man offering it to him. With a low groan, Elias leaned in, capturing Castor’s lips in a kiss that was as fiery as the flames in the hearth, the weight of their decision as palpable as the heat between them. The air grew thick with anticipation as their bodies moved closer, the promise of power and pleasure melding into one irresistible force that would propel them into a night of unbridled passion and dark discovery.

With a sense of both awe and excitement, Castor followed Elias into the latter’s chamber, the walls lined with more bookshelves and the scent of aged parchment. The room was smaller and more intimate than the living area, with a large, four-poster bed that dominated the space. The fireplace cast a warm, sensual light that danced across Elias’s form as he turned to face Castor, his eyes smoldering with a mix of lust and apprehension. Castor’s gaze fell to Elias’s groin, where an impressive bulge strained against the fabric of his breeches. His cock was indeed as large as a forearm, and his balls looked like ripe melons ready to be plucked from the vine. Castor’s own arousal grew at the sight, his mouth watering in anticipation. He approached Elias, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the ties of the scholar’s pants. With a deft touch, he unlaced them, revealing the massive organ that lay beneath. He took a moment to appreciate the sheer size of it before dropping to his knees. He knew that this was no ordinary encounter, and the gravity of the situation only served to heighten his excitement. He leaned in, his breath hot against Elias’s skin, and took the head of the cock into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. The slow, deliberate movements of his lips and tongue sent waves of pleasure through Elias’s body, making him moan deeply. Castor’s eyes never left Elias’s, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes as he took more and more of the man’s length into his mouth, eager to conquer the challenge before him. The room was filled with the sounds of wet suction and Elias’s low gasps, a symphony of desire that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the ancient ceremony they were about to undertake. The air grew thick with the promise of what was to come, as Castor’s mouth worked its magic, teasing and pleasuring the sensitive flesh, setting the stage for a night of unparalleled ecstasy and enlightenment.

Elias’s hands found their way to Castor’s head, guiding him with a gentle yet firm grip as he succumbed to the pleasure that was building within him. His hips began to buck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt his climax approaching. Castor took the cue, his mouth moving faster, his throat muscles working to accommodate Elias’s ever-growing length. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cottage, Elias erupted, releasing a torrent of cum that filled Castor’s mouth and then his stomach, the sheer volume causing his belly to bulge out dramatically. Castor’s eyes widened in surprise and satisfaction, his own arousal reaching new heights as he swallowed every drop, the salty warmth of the seed spreading through him like a heated embrace. The act of consuming such a powerful essence seemed to bolster his strength, a testament to the potency of the ceremony they were about to perform. As Elias’s orgasm subsided, Castor looked up, his eyes gleaming with lust and a newfound sense of power. “Now,” he murmured, standing up and pushing Elias towards the bed, “it’s your turn to experience the true depths of what we are about to unleash.”

Castor’s eyes widened in surprise as Elias took control, gently pushing him onto the plush mattress. His arousal grew even more as he felt the coolness of the fabric against his back, his belly exposed to the warmth of the fireplace and the hunger of Elias’s mouth. He watched as Elias knelt beside the bed, his gaze dark with desire as he took in the sight of Castor’s tight, muscular body. With a smirk, Elias flipped him over, so that his round, firm ass was presented to the stranger. Castor’s cheeks flushed as he felt the scholar’s warm breath against his skin, the tickle of his beard sending shivers down his spine. Then, without warning, Elias’s tongue darted out, tracing the sensitive flesh around his hole, causing him to arch his back in pleasure. Castor had never experienced such a sensation before, and the moan that escaped his lips was one of pure, unbridled ecstasy. Elias’s tongue delved deeper, exploring the tight space with a skill that belied his scholarly exterior, his beard tickling and teasing as he worked his way closer to the prize within. The heat of Elias’s breath and the wetness of his tongue sent shockwaves through Castor’s body, making his cock throb painfully against the bed. He hadn’t expected this turn of events, but as the sensations grew more intense, he found himself pushing back against the skilled mouth, eager for more of the delicious torment that was quickly becoming a craving. The room was alive with the sounds of their mingled breaths and the wet, hungry noises of Elias’s exploration, each second bringing them closer to the edge of an uncharted abyss of pleasure and power.

As Elias’s tongue withdrew, Castor felt the head of his cock being replaced with something much larger and harder. He took a deep breath, bracing himself as Elias’s lubed cock began to breach his entrance. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him quiver with anticipation. Elias took his time, pushing inch by inch into Castor’s tight warmth, his own breath coming in heavy gasps as he felt the man’s body give way to him. The scholar’s hands gripped the stranger’s hips, his eyes never leaving the spot where their bodies joined, as if memorizing every sensation, every quiver of pleasure. Castor’s muscles tensed and then relaxed, allowing Elias to sink deeper, filling him completely. Once fully sheathed, Elias paused for a moment, his cock throbbing within Castor, the heat of their union a stark contrast to the coolness of the night outside. Then, with a groan that seemed to shake the very air around them, Elias began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Castor’s eyes rolling back in his head. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo building with each stroke, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as the very tomes that surrounded them. The manuscript’s incantations swirled in Elias’s mind, melding with the primal instinct that now ruled his actions, turning their union into something more than mere lust—it was a ritual, a joining of two souls in pursuit of ultimate power. The room echoed with their moans, the sound of flesh against flesh a symphony that drowned out the crackling fire and the whispers of the ancient texts. As they moved in perfect harmony, the air grew thick with an energy that seemed to pulse with each thrust, a testament to the potency of their bond and the dark secrets they were about to uncover.

Elias’s grip on Castor’s hips tightened, his movements becoming more fervent as he drove into the stranger with an animalistic intensity. Castor’s body arched and bucked beneath him, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through his core. The scholar’s pace grew frenzied, his strokes deep and powerful, as if the very act of claiming the other man’s body was a declaration of dominance over the ancient forces they sought to control. The bed creaked and groaned in time with their rhythm, the mattress beneath them undulating like a living thing caught in the throes of ecstasy. The air in the room grew electric, charged with the energy of their union, and the flames in the fireplace flickered wildly, casting an erratic pattern of shadows across their sweat-slicked skin. The incantations from the manuscript played in Elias’s mind like a seductive melody, guiding his movements, his every touch and caress imbued with a dark, primal power. Castor could feel the energy building within him, a pressure that threatened to shatter his very being as he clung to the edge of his sanity, the pleasure bordering on pain as he neared the peak of his climax. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of desire and power, as they pushed each other closer and closer to the precipice of a revelation that would change the course of their lives forever.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cottage, Elias reached his peak, his body convulsing as he emptied himself into Castor’s welcoming depths. The force of his climax was so intense that the bed beneath them groaned in protest, the ancient frame finally giving way under the weight of their passionate union. The mattress collapsed with a thunderous crash, sending them both tumbling to the floor, a pool of cum spilling out from Castor’s stretched hole and onto the cold, hard wooden planks. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of pleasure and sweat. The candles flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness, yet the afterglow of their shared ecstasy painted the shadows with a soft, ethereal light. As they caught their breath, the reality of what they had just done began to sink in, the gravity of their actions resonating through the silence like the fading echo of a distant bell. The manuscript’s incantations still danced in the air, a reminder of the power they had just invoked, and the price they might have to pay for it. They knew that the night was far from over, and that the true test of their bond and their control over the arcane forces they sought to wield was just beginning. Yet, for now, they lay together in the ruins of Elias’s bed, bound by the most primal of connections, the aftershocks of their union still reverberating through their very souls.

As Elias’s cock slipped from Castor’s ass, the heart-shaped symbol on his balls pulsed with an eerie glow, seemingly in time with his racing heart. Castor’s belly, which had been distended with the copious amount of cum he had swallowed, began to return to its normal size, though cum still seeped from his well-fucked hole, pooling onto the cold floorboards beneath them. The sight of the symbol was unsettling, a stark reminder of the powerful forces they had just invoked. Despite the physical relief, a sense of unease began to creep into the room, the air now thick with more than just the scent of their passion. They knew that the true consequences of their actions were yet to unfold, and the mysteries of the manuscript they sought to decipher were only just beginning to reveal themselves. With trembling hands, Elias reached out to touch the symbol on Castor’s belly, the warmth of it pulsing against his fingertips like a living thing. The energy that had once filled the room was now concentrated in that one spot, a beacon of power that seemed to beckon to them both. They exchanged a look that spoke volumes—a mix of awe, fear, and a burgeoning excitement for the dark journey they had just embarked upon. The night was still young, and the secrets of the ancient ceremony they had just performed were far from being fully realized. As they lay there, surrounded by the remnants of their passion and the shattered remnants of the bed, they could feel the tapestry of their fates weaving together, forever entwined by the threads of desire and the pursuit of forbidden knowledge.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of their desire, Elias and Castor were unable to resist the primal urges that surged through them. Their bodies seemed to respond to the ancient power that had been unleashed, and as they began to fuck again, Elias felt an uncontrollable transformation overtaking him. His cock grew even larger, the shaft thickening and swelling until it was almost too much for Castor to take, and a knot appeared at its base, pulsing with the same rhythm as the heart-shaped symbol on his testicles. His eyes went wide with shock and lust as he watched Elias’s transformation, his human form giving way to something more bestial and powerful. The scholar’s skin rippled and shifted, his cock now a monstrous length that stretched and filled Castor completely, the knot at the base of his shaft locking them together in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Castor could feel the change in Elias, the power coursing through his veins, making his cock throb and his balls swell even more. The room was alive with the sounds of their desperate moans and the slap of flesh on flesh, the air charged with an energy that seemed to crackle around them. Despite the fear that gripped him, Castor found himself pushing back against Elias, eager to feel every inch of the transformed man’s monstrous cock, the pain and pleasure blending into a heady cocktail that clouded his senses. They were no longer just two men in a cottage—they were the embodiment of the ancient ceremony, their union a conduit for forces that had not been seen in centuries. The very air in the room seemed to pulse with life, the shadows dancing and twisting around them as if in a silent, fervent applause to their uninhibited passion.

As the heart-shaped symbol on Castor’s belly grew brighter, his body responded to the ancient power suffusing the room. His ass stretched to accommodate Elias’s monstrous knot with surprising ease, the muscles around his hole relaxing and welcoming the intrusion without protest. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before—both terrifying and intoxicating in its intensity. With each powerful thrust, the symbol’s glow intensified, and with it, the sense of power that surged through his veins. His body seemed to adapt and change to suit Elias’s new form, as if the very essence of the ceremony was reshaping him to be the perfect vessel for the scholar’s lust. Castor could feel his own desires growing more primal, his humanity slipping away as he gave himself fully to the monstrous cock that claimed him. The room spun with the intensity of their coupling, the air crackling with an energy that seemed to pull them deeper into the abyss of the arcane. Their cries of pleasure melded with the whispers of the incantations, their bodies moving in a dance dictated by the ancient text that now lived within them. The line between man and beast blurred as they approached the climax of their ritual, the fate of their souls hanging in the balance as they sought to claim the power that had eluded so many before them.

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, Elias reached his peak once more, his massive knot swelling and pulsing with the force of his orgasm. Castor’s eyes went wide with a mix of shock and pleasure as his own belly began to distend, swelling to five times its normal size as he felt the power of Elias’s seed fill him to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming, his body stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of cum, his skin taut and glistening with the effort. They both reveled in the depraved beauty of the moment, their breaths ragged and their hearts pounding in unison as the ancient ceremony reached its climax. The room was alive with the energy of their union, the air vibrating with a power that seemed to pulse in time with the heart-shaped symbol on Castor’s belly. Their bodies, locked together in the most intimate of embraces, had become the very essence of the dark magic they sought to harness, their shared pleasure a catalyst for the forces that lay dormant within the manuscript’s pages. As the final drops of cum spilled from Elias’s cock, the symbol on Castor’s belly grew so bright it was almost blinding, the room bathed in its ethereal glow. They could feel the power surging through them, a heady rush of exhilaration that washed away any semblance of doubt or fear. For a brief, exquisite moment, they were one with the ancient knowledge, their spirits soaring on the wings of the darkest desires and the most profound of secrets. And as their breathing slowly returned to normal, and the light in the room dimmed, they knew that their lives had been irrevocably changed by the carnality of the ritual they had just performed. The true extent of their transformation was yet to be seen, but the bond they had forged in that moment of ultimate pleasure was one that would never be broken, binding them together in a dance of power and passion that would echo through the annals of time itself.

The intensity of their union had reached a crescendo, and as Elias’s knot continued to pulse within Castor, two more symbols appeared. One was etched onto Elias’s lower abdomen, a star with five points that matched the one already on Castor’s belly, while the other manifested at the base of Castor’s cock, a moon with an eerie, glowing aura. The new marks were a stark contrast against their sweat-slicked flesh, symbols of the ancient rite that now bound them in more ways than one. The room pulsed with the energy of their melded essences, the very air crackling with the power of their dark communion. The force of the new symbols was undeniable, sending a thrill of terror and excitement through their bodies as the gravity of their ritual sank in. Their breaths grew ragged once more, their eyes locked together as the ancient incantations whispered through their minds, weaving a new destiny for them both. The room grew colder, the fire in the hearth fading to embers,As the final notes of the incantation lingered in the air, the room around them shimmered and distorted, and suddenly, two more figures emerged—mirror images of Elias and Castor, but entirely purple in hue. The purple copies of the men looked at each other with a mix of astonishment and desire, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The original Elias and Castor, still entwined on the floor, watched as their doppelgängers approached one another. The purple Elias leaned in, his copy’s lips parting to reveal a tongue that was a perfect match to his own, and the two began to kiss deeply. The purple Castor did the same, his eyes fluttering shut as the two copies explored each other’s mouths with a passion that was as intense as the originals. The purple Elias’s hands roamed over his copy’s body, tracing the contours of muscles that rippled with an unearthly power. The purple Castor moaned into the kiss, his hands reaching down to grasp his copy’s thick, glowing cock, stroking it in time with the rhythm of their kisses. The sight was surreal and erotic, a visual representation of the arcane forces they had unleashed. The purple Elias broke the kiss, panting, and whispered something to his copy, his voice echoing in the room. The purple Castor nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and the two turned to face the originals, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous intent. The purple Elias reached out a hand to the original Castor, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. “The ceremony is not complete,” he murmured, his voice a sultry purr. “You must kiss your copy, as we have done.” The room spun with the weight of the command, and Elias found himself drawn to the purple version of Castor, the need to claim him just as strong as the need to understand the power that now surged through their veins. The purple Castor took Elias’s hand, leading him to the center of the room, where the purple Elias waited, his cock standing tall and proud. The original Elias and Castor exchanged a look of bothThe purple Elias and Castor approached their original counterparts, their eyes alight with a seductive challenge. The purple Elias knelt before the original Castor, taking his still-hard cock in his mouth with a practiced ease, while the purple Castor did the same to Elias. The sensation of their copies performing such an intimate act on them was overwhelming, a blend of the familiar and the eerie that sent a shiver of pleasure down their spines. The original Elias couldn’t help but watch as his purple doppelgänger sucked him with an enthusiasm that mirrored his own hunger for knowledge and power. The two sets of eyes met, and in that moment, it was as if they were looking into a reflection of their deepest desires. The purple Castor, meanwhile, reveled in the feel of Elias’s cock sliding between his lips, the glow of the moon symbol on his own member casting an unearthly light on the scene. The room grew colder still, the shadows thickening around them, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the dark ritual unfolding before them. The incantations of the manuscript echoed in their minds, urging them on, guiding them to complete the final act of the ceremony. As the purple Elias deep-throated Castor’s cock, the original Elias felt his own desire for his copy growing, the line between themselves and their purple counterparts blurring with each passing second. The power of the ancient rite washed over them, a tide of lust and sorcery that threatened to consume them entirely, as the copies continued to pleasure their originals with a fervor that seemed to defy the very boundaries of existence. They were no longer just men; they were avatars of the arcane, their union a gateway to the secrets of the universe itself.

With a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the air, the purple copies of Elias and Castor disengaged from their original counterparts and switched places. The purple Elias now knelt before the real Elias, his eyes gleaming with the same fiery hunger, and the purple Castor took the place of the original Castor, the moon symbol at the base of his cock casting a mesmerizing glow. The real Elias and Castor, their bodies still trembling from the power of the ritual, watched in awe as their doppelgängers approached, the very essence of their desires made flesh. The purple Elias took Elias’s cock in his mouth, his movements as skilled and hungry as the original’s, while the purple Castor offered his glowing member to the real Castor, who eagerly took it in his hand, stroking it with a reverence that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. The copies moved with an otherworldly grace, their bodies a mirror to the originals’ own, yet imbued with a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The room was alive with the hum of arcane energy, the symbols on their flesh pulsing in time with their heartbeats. The original Elias couldn’t help but lean in, captivated by the sight of his purple reflection, and kissed him deeply. The taste of his own cum on the copy’s lips was a heady mix of pleasure and power, a reminder of the transformation they had undergone. Castor followed suit, his mouth claiming the purple Castor’s in a kiss that seemed to draw from the very depths of his soul. As their tongues danced together, the copies’ bodies began to glow with a soft purple light, the symbols on their skin becoming more pronounced, more alive. The room grew colder, the very air thick with anticipation as the four men, bound by lust and the dark arts, moved as one, their actions a silent testament to the unspeakable power they had invoked. The incantations from the manuscript played in their minds, guiding them through the final steps of the ancient ceremony, as they became one in a symphony of passion and sorcery, their fates forever entwined in the dance of the forbidden ritual.

Their union reached a fever pitch as the purple copies of Elias and Castor brought their original counterparts to the brink of climax. The air grew colder still, the candles flickering as if in anticipation of the power that was about to be unleashed. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cottage, the original Elias erupted into the purple Elias’s eager mouth, his cum spurting forth in a seemingly endless torrent that filled the copy’s throat and stomach. Castor’s own release was no less intense, his cock pulsing and spurting an astonishing amount of cum that washed over the purple Castor’s face and chest, the sheer volume of it almost unbelievable. The purple copies swallowed and basked in the pleasure of their originals, their bodies glowing brighter with each drop consumed. The room was bathed in the ethereal light of their shared orgasm, the ancient symbols on their flesh pulsing in harmony with their ragged breaths. The purple Elias and Castor grew stronger with each passing moment, their forms solidifying as the power of the ritual was transferred to them.

The purple copies of Elias and Castor, now suffused with the power of the ancient ceremony, reached down to their own bodies, their hands shimmering as they plucked a small piece of their purple flesh. To the amazement of the original men, the flesh transformed into a clear, viscous liquid that glistened in the candlelight. They each coated their now fully erect glowing cocks with the substance, the liquid seeming to amplify the energy already pulsing through them. The sight was mesmerizing, a blend of the erotic and the arcane that left the originals panting and eager for more. The purple Elias and Castor stepped closer, their eyes never leaving their counterparts, and offered their enhanced members for inspection. The original Elias and Castor could feel the power emanating from the copies, the liquid acting as a conduit for the dark energy they had invoked. The air grew thick with anticipation as the purple figures moved in for another round of passionate embrace, their bodies now a canvas for the dark art that had consumed them. The clear liquid glistened on their cocks, a symbol of the unyielding power that now flowed through their veins, as they prepared to explore the depths of the ritual once more, eager to see where the night would take them and what secrets lay in wait within the shadows of the ancient manuscript.

The purple copies of Elias and Castor, their cocks now slick with the potent liquid, positioned themselves behind their original counterparts. The purple Elias guided his thick, glowing member into Elias’s welcoming heat, while the purple Castor did the same to Castor. The sensation was unlike anything they had ever experienced—a blend of the familiar and the otherworldly, a fusion of pleasure and power that sent them spiraling into a realm of ecstasy beyond their wildest imaginings. The original men could feel the ancient energy surging through the copies’ bodies, filling them with a strength and vitality that seemed to have no end. Their moans and gasps of pleasure were punctuated by the wet sounds of their union, the purple flesh sliding in and out of them with a smoothness that seemed almost supernatural.

The purple copies of Elias and Castor withdrew their cocks from their original counterparts, each taking a small piece of their glowing flesh into their mouths. As they chewed and swallowed, the original men felt a sudden surge of power, a mirror of the ecstasy that had filled them only moments before. The purple figures’ eyes rolled back in their heads, their bodies quivering with the intensity of the experience, as if they were savoring the very essence of the ritual itself. Elias and Castor watched, their own desire for their copies growing stronger, unable to resist the allure of the dark power that had been unleashed. The purple Elias took Elias’s cock once more, now thick with the potent liquid, and guided it back inside him, the sensation of the enhanced member sending waves of pleasure through his body. Castor did the same, the purple Castor’s cock filling him up with an intensity that seemed to reach his very soul. They were no longer just men; they had become conduits for an ancient force that craved their union, their pleasure the key to unlocking the secrets of the cosmos. Their moans grew louder, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they were swept away on a tide of dark magic and passion, the candles flickering wildly as the very air around them seemed to pulse with the power of their forbidden embrace. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the musk of desire, the incantations from the manuscript echoing in their minds, driving them closer and closer to the pinnacle of their shared climax. The symbols on their flesh burned with a fierce light, a testament to the strength of the bond that now bound them together, as they pushed through the final barriers of the ritual, eager to claim the power that lay just beyond their grasp.

The purple Elias and Castor, their bodies trembling with the force of the ancient power, reached the peak of their climax. With a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality, they filled their original counterparts with their thick, potent cum. Elias felt his insides stretched and filled with the gallons that spurted from the purple Elias’s cock, his own orgasm seemingly endless as he was bathed in the warmth of his copy’s seed. Castor, meanwhile, was treated to a cupful from the purple Castor, the sheer volume of it overflowing and spilling down his thighs, the liquid feeling as if it contained the very essence of the moon’s power. The room was alive with the scent of sex and the tang of dark magic, the air crackling with the intensity of their union. As they both reached their peak, the symbols on their flesh blazed with a light so brilliant it was almost painful to behold, the very essence of their pleasure becoming one with the arcane energy that had brought them to this point. The original Elias and Castor, their bodies now a vessel for the power of the ritual, gasped and moaned, their eyes rolling back in their heads as the purple copies continued to pump them full, the connection between them growing stronger with each pulse of their cocks. They had become more than mere men; they were now the embodiment of a force that could reshape the very fabric of existence, their desires and pleasure the catalyst for a transformation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. As the purple copies withdrew, the originals collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent but their spirits soaring, forever changed by the dark communion they had shared. The manuscript lay open on the table, its pages fluttering as if eager to reveal the secrets that now lay within their grasp. They had crossed a line from which there was no return, and as they lay there, panting and drenched in the aftermath of their union, they knew that their destinies were irrevocably intertwined with the ancient ceremony they had just completed. The night had only just begun, and the true extent of their newfound power was a mystery waiting to be unraveled, one thread at a time, through the dark tapestryAs the purple copies of Elias and Castor approached the door, their glowing, cum-covered cocks leaving a trail of the potent liquid behind them, the original men watched with a mix of amazement and exhaustion. The purple figures paused for a moment, their eyes filled with a knowing satisfaction, before they stepped out into the night, their forms dissipating into the shadows as if they had never been. The room grew quiet, the only sounds the crackling of the fireplace and the harsh breaths of Elias and Castor, who remained on the floor, their bodies still quivering from the intensity of their climax. The symbols that had adorned their flesh began to fade, their skin returning to its natural hue as the last vestiges of the arcane power receded. Yet, the feeling of being filled to the brim with the essence of their copies lingered, a sensation that was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. They were acutely aware of the warmth and weight of the cum inside them, a constant reminder of the profound bond they had forged. For several moments, they remained there, unable to move, as the reality of what had just transpired settled upon them. The manuscript lay open on the table, its pages seemingly at peace now that the ceremony was complete. The candles continued to flicker, casting shadows across the room that danced in time with their racing thoughts. They had delved into the depths of the forbidden, and as the remnants of their dark union slowly drained from their bodies, they knew that they had set in motion events that would forever alter the course of their lives. The night had left its indelible mark upon them, and as they finally found the strength to rise, they knew that the true journey was only just beginning.

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My family is not poor, it can even be said to be well-off in this city. However, fate was not kind to my family when my mother died in a traffic accident when I was young. The pain of losing my mother is still a trauma that haunts me to this day. Because of that, my dad was also immersed in grief for two years. He became stressed and sad, and his personality completely changed. It was probably the worst time of my life. 

However, a glimmer of hope appeared one beautiful day on two years ago. My dad seemed to wake up from his daze. He was determined to change himself and live a more positive life. Dad began to openly share with me, care for me, and take better care of me. He works out regularly at the gym, quit drinking, and tries to create a happy life for his family. Seeing my dad’s change, I somewhat eased my sadness and felt his boundless love for me.

The loss of my mother is irreparable, but my dad used his love and warmth to shelter and protect me. Dad showed me that, no matter the situation, to be a man, you must always be tough, and strong, and stand up for yourself and the people you love. He will forever be an exemplary portrait of a man that I always follow.

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It’s summer days, no school, but I cycle home feeling quite frustrated. In the morning, my best friend and I planned to go to the movies and have dinner together. However, the plan fell apart when she got food poisoning and had to be hospitalized that afternoon. Even though I feel sorry for his, I still can’t help but be disappointed that the plan was canceled.

The June weather was scorching hot, I cycled quickly home, just hoping to take a shower and rest. After 20 minutes of tiring cycling, I arrived home. Opening the gate, I was surprised to see my dad’s car parked in the yard because he usually goes to work until 6 o’clock and then comes home.

Walking to the front door, I was even more surprised to see my dad’s leather shoes thrown haphazardly on the floor next to a pair of clear sneakers that were quite familiar, but I didn’t recognize whose they belonged to. At first, I thought they were the shoes his customer brought home. However, I didn’t see their car anywhere, and my dad rarely brought customers home.

I thought I was thinking too much so I pushed those thoughts aside. I turned the doorknob to get in and found it was locked. “weird?” I think. If my dad were at home, why did he lock the door? Therefore, I became even more curious about what my dad was doing in the house.

I gingerly opened the lock so as not to make a sound, then stepped inside. There is currently no one in the living room. Then I went through the kitchen, then all the downstairs but didn’t see anyone. “You’re thinking too much!” I calmed myself.

My dad must have gone out with someone else, so I once again put those thoughts aside. I walked upstairs to get some clothes, then jumped into the bathroom to get rid of the sweat that was all over my body. On the upper floor of my house, there are 3 main rooms, one is mine, the second is my parents and a bathroom.

As soon as I entered my room, I heard some strange sounds coming from the wall next to my bed, and without any difference, on the other side of the wall was my parents’ room.

This sound is really familiar, it keeps coming out in a regular ‘click-click’ rhythm. Without saying anything, I knew it was the sound of having sex. I was quite surprised that my dad brought his lover home. Actually, I’m not too strict with him. If he takes another step to find a partner, I’m willing to accept.

But another thought flashed through my mind. If there was a large sneaker in front of the house, it could hardly be a woman. Just that thought made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Could it be that he had sex with another man?

I stood disturbed in my room. I was really curious, and tada, an idea popped into my head. I can check who is in his room through the whole house surveillance camera. Before that, my dad and I discussed whether we should install it or not because it quite affected the privacy of dad and son. But the result is that they still agree to install it because after all, access rights only lie with two people in the family.

I trembled in anticipation to open my laptop and access the live CCTV of my parents’ room. The visions and sounds appearing on my laptop shocked me to every pore.

On the bed, a man lay sprawled out, his large, muscular form accentuating his broad shoulders and thickly veined arms and chest. His white skin glistened under the dim light, highlighting every curve and contour of his toned physique. His hands held firmly onto his knees, stretching his muscular thighs wide apart. The exposed area between his legs revealed a sight rarely seen among men a thick, throbbing member that towered over even the massive size. A high school boy, full of youthful vigor, approached eagerly. With a single thrust, he plunged his own massive cock into the open hole of the muscular man. The boy began to move with intense force, taking advantage of the well-built man’s stretched position.

I couldn’t comprehend it, not even for a hundred thousand thoughts. That strong man is my dad, who was supposed to be my protector but was now being fucked by a high school boy.

A loud ‘pop’ echoed through the room as the high school student delivered another powerful slap to the muscular man’s butt. The impact caused the firm flesh to jiggle, sending waves rippling outward from the point of contact. Despite the stinging pain, the man let out a lustful moan, pleading for mercy.

“Uhm… Uhh… Slow down… It’s too much…”

His words fell on deaf ears as the relentless assault continued. The boy’s powerful hips drove into the man with unrelenting force, each thrust eliciting a series of lewd moans from both parties involved. “If you tell me to slow down, stop lying!” the boy snapped, his grip tightening around the man’s chest muscle. “Just two days ago, you were begging me to stop because I was fucking you too hard.”

A cascade of lewd moans escaped my dad’s lips, his entire body trembling with each punishing thrust. His handsome, masculine face turned a bright shade of red, matching the flush of arousal that painted his cheeks. His half-lidded eyes fluttered open and shut intermittently, lost in a sea of hedonistic bliss.

“Ah… Ah…” he groaned, his large, firm breasts bouncing in tandem with the vigorous movements below. Each sway accentuated his femininity, adding a layer of complexity to the already erotic scene.

“It’s because the asshole behind me… it’s so itchy… I can’t stand it anymore,” he confessed breathlessly, “so I asked you, Taylor… to use your cock to grind my pussy… to help me stop the itching.”

The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. Looking closely, the person who was vigorously fucking my dad was Taylor, the guy who often bullied me at school.

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Two months prior, fed up with the constant bullying, I had confided in the school administration. In response, both families convened at the principal’s office to discuss the issue. However, despite our best efforts, things remained unresolved due to the wealth and influence wielded by Taylor’s family.

In an attempt to shield me from further harm, my father had taken matters into his own hands. He’d initiated private discussions with Taylor’s family, which proved effective. The bullying ceased, and I found myself free from harassment at school.Yet, whenever I pressed my dad about how he managed to achieve this, he always evaded the question, leaving me curious and unsatisfied. Now, seeing Taylor in action, I finally understood why my dad had been so secretive.

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With a rough grasp, Taylor pinched my dad’s sensitive nipples, causing him to gasp and squirm beneath the high schooler. His voice hitched, caught somewhere between a plea and a desperate apology.

“Again, what is the right way for you to call me?”

My dad whimpered, his tone filled with submission and desire. “Uh… Uh… Mr. Taylor,… I’m sorry… I was wrong… I’m too horny, so I can’t wait to beg you to use your cock to grind my pussy hole to get rid of the itching… Mr. Taylor, please help me get rid of itching…”

Taylor released his hold on my dad’s nipples, revealing the dark red, swollen nubs that throbbed with sensitivity. Above, he chuckled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and lust.

“It’s unbelievable that the man who is the breadwinner of the family, a dignified, strong, masculine person like you, is carefree and craves a big piece of a man’s cock,” he said lewdly, before finishing with, “a high school student. It’s truly unimaginable!”

Without pausing for even a moment, Taylor gripped my dad’s ankles firmly, yanking them apart as far as they would go. Standing over him, he drove his cock into my dad’s pussy from above, thrusting down with relentless force.

“Ahh… Aaaah… Don’t… Be too strong… Slow down…” my dad gasped, his asshole sending shockwaves of pleasure with each brutal stroke. His insides were stretched and filled, then emptied and refilled, over and over again, until his nerves were screaming with delight.

But instead of begging for mercy, my dad took things one step further. “Yes…! On the outside, I’m a man, masculine, strong… But actually, deep inside, I’ve always been a slut…”

The boy was satisfied, smirked, then used all his strength to push his waist, bringing the length of his cock in and out of my dad’s asshole, using the tip of his cock to grind his cunt wall to the extreme.

“um…um… Too big… Mr. Taylor is so good at fucking me…” My dad closed his eyes tightly, his face was red, mouth opened wide to pant, thanks to that, streams of saliva kept flowing out of both sides of his mouth.

Each word my dad uttered was punctuated by a powerful slam of Taylor’s cock into his ass. “Gentle! Gentle!”

“If you want me to be gentle, then how can I satisfy your hungry pussy?” Taylor demanded, his grip on my dad iron-tight. Like a pile driver, he continued to fuck my dad relentlessly, thrusting his massive cock deep into his asshole. It was as though he wanted to use his enormous member to rearrange my dad’s internal organs.

With each forceful thrust, Taylor lifted my dad’s butt high into the air. Ripples formed across those muscular globes as Taylor’s dick pounded my dad’s hole. The two men moved together with such intensity that a foamy layer formed between their bodies at each impact.

“Ahhh… I’m so fucking horny!” my dad groaned with every slap of Taylor’s cock against his prostate. “Mr. Taylor fucks me so damn good… Umm… umm… Your huge cock penetrates my pussy so deeply… Mr. Taylor fucks me to death… Mmm…” He lost control of his words, spilling them out loud with each slap from Taylor above. His entire body shook violently, and saliva drooled down the corners of his mouth.

After pounding my dad for ten solid minutes, Taylor suddenly withdrew his cock. My dad felt the sudden emptiness behind him, his arousal still throbbing. He couldn’t help but open his mouth and ask, “What’s wrong? Why did you pull out?”

As soon as the words left his lips, he used his body weight to push back against Taylor, attempting to coax his cock back inside. His asshole twitched invitingly, ready to accommodate Taylor once more.

Slapping my dad’s ass hard, Taylor commanded, “I’m bored, change positions. Lie down on your stomach!” My dad trembled, groaning in his throat, and quickly got into position. Kneeling on the bed, he lowered his upper body onto the mattress, lifting his muscular butt high into the air. Taylor admired the sight of his smooth, hairless, white, round ass. Slapping it once more, he gripped his cock and drove it straight into my dad’s waiting hole.

“Argh… Mr. Taylor’s cock is so big,” my dad groaned, his voice muffled by the mattress beneath him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, causing his toned chest and abdomen to sway with the force of each impact. His skin rubbed against the bedsheet, creating a delicious friction that added to his pleasure.

“The way you fuck me… it’s so good… So fucking good…” His words were punctuated by gasps of ecstasy as Taylor’s thick shaft pounded into him.

“Fuck!” Taylor leaned forward, seizing my dad’s breasts with both hands. He squeezed my dad’s nipples, twisting them mercilessly. “Why do you have breasts as round and soft as a woman’s? These flirtatious tits are just begging to be played with and fucked.”

“Ah… these breasts are here for you to play with, Mr. Taylor,” my dad panted, his voice deep and raspy. Red flushes painted his cheeks, a sign of his arousal and pleasure. “Make use of them, please… And fuck me harder.”

Feeling his nipples being twisted mercilessly, he let out a roar of pleasure mixed with pain. “Your fingers are too strong… I can’t take it anymore…”

Just when things seemed to be getting intense, Taylor abruptly pulled out of my dad’s slick hole. My dad turned around, looking back at Taylor with dissatisfaction etched across his face.

Taylor seized my dad’s hair, yanking his head back before pressing his mouth against my dad’s ear. “You’re just lying there expecting pleasure?” His voice dripped with impatience. “I’m sick of fucking you. Do your damn job and serve me.”

The harsh command caused my dad to scramble back, crawling towards Taylor’s crotch. The sight of Taylor’s huge, black shaft, glistening with juices from my dad’s asshole, was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. Without hesitation, my dad began lapping at Taylor’s cock with enthusiasm.

“Open wide,” Taylor growled, slapping my dad’s cheek with the flat of his hand. The slap stung, but my dad obeyed instantly, opening wider to take Taylor’s cock deeper into his mouth.

With a low moan vibrating around Taylor’s cock, my dad spoke between licks and sucks. “That’s right… It feels so good, Taylor. Let me help you clean your cock and restore your strength.”

For five long minutes, my dad worked diligently on Taylor’s throbbing member, sucking and licking until it gleamed with saliva. Finally, he pulled away, giving it one last lick over the tip.

“Alright… Enough of that,” Taylor finally said, pushing my dad away. “Move aside. I need to lay down. Then you whore can climb aboard and ride your slutty pussy on my dick.”

Having finished speaking, Taylor pulled his cock away from my dad’s face. He used it to give my dad’s face a few playful taps, each one leaving a wet splash on his face. The thumping sounds echoed in the room along with their heavy breathing.

After Taylor gave my dad a few playful taps with his cock, he laid back down on the bed, resting his hands behind his head. His gaze flickered over to my dad, a silent invitation for him to climb on board. Without wasting any time, my dad scrambled onto the bed, positioning his massive body above Taylor’s huge cock. He turned his back to Taylor, reaching down with both hands to grasp the thick shaft aimed directly at his wide-open asshole. Slowly, he lowered himself down, feeling the head of Taylor’s cock push past his tight ring of muscles.

As the head of Taylor’s cock pushed deeper into my dad’s asshole, a soft moan escaped my dad’s lips. “Oh… That big cock is stretching out my pussy… It feels so good…”

In this new position, the entire length of Taylor’s cock could penetrate deep within my dad’s ass, even deeper than when they were in the doggy style. The sensation made my dad’s eyes roll back, his mouth open wide, and his tongue stuck out in ecstasy.

“Don’t just sit there! Hurry up, slut!” *Taylor commanded, his voice filled with lust.

Hearing the order, my dad lifted his massive body slightly, only to let it fall back down onto Taylor’s cock. The sudden impact sent waves of pleasure through both men as my dad’s cock squirted out juices, splattering them across the sheets beneath them.

Taylor growled out his next command, his voice rough with desire. “Use your hands to play with your own nipples!”

His words seemed to trigger something primal within my dad. Trembling, he reached up with one hand, grabbing hold of a muscular nipple and twisting it roughly between his fingers. A continuous stream of moans spilled from his lips as he bounced on Taylor’s cock.

Fifteen minutes later, my dad’s body started trembling violently. His cock stiffened, shooting ropes of cum onto the bed. Seeing my dad reach his peak, Taylor couldn’t wait any longer either.

He wrapped his arms tightly around my dad’s waist, pulling him back against his own body. Then using both hands, he spread my dad’s legs apart, bending them at the knees until they formed an ‘M’ shape on his body. Taylor fucked my dad hard and fiercely like a wild animal.

With a low, guttural growl, Taylor issued his final command. “Slut, I want to shoot. Clamp your pussy down so you can take my seed.”

The urgency in his tone set off alarm bells in my dad’s mind. Despite being exhausted, he managed to tighten his inner muscles around Taylor’s cock, creating a vice-like grip.

“Fuck! Your cock is so fucking hot!” my dad gasped out, his voice laced with desperation. “Shoot my pussy full of your cum! Make sure you fill me up so I can get pregnant for you!”

Just as Taylor’s cock swelled up even further, signaling his impending orgasm, my dad clamped down even harder on his asshole. The sudden squeeze caused Taylor to explode almost instantly.

“Take my cum, slut!”

Both men lay there panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. My dad’s massive form pressed down on top of Taylor’s smaller frame, forcing him to squirm uncomfortably. As a result, Taylor’s cock slipped free from my dad’s ass.

Without wasting a moment, my dad quickly rolled off Taylor and positioned himself beside him. He wasted no time in pressing his face against the length of Taylor’s cock, starting to clean it off with practiced ease.

His large butt cheeks quivered slightly as he tried to keep his asshole clenched tight, preventing any of Taylor’s precious seed from leaking out.

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. What I saw was unimaginable – my strong, powerful father, a manly married man, being held down and fucked by a high school student, none other than his own son’s bully.

Despite his size and strength, he didn’t seem to put up any resistance. It was all too humiliating to watch. My father, the Gigachad who always stood tall and proud, was reduced to nothing more than a submissive toy for someone half his age.

It was hard to process what I was seeing. How could this happen? How could my father allow such a thing? Yet, here he was, taking it all without complaint. His big, muscular body writhing beneath Taylor’s, his moans filling the room. It was a sight that would haunt me forever. Tears welled up in my eyes as I covered my mouth with my hand.

Sitting there, stunned, I could hardly comprehend what I’d just witnessed. But when I realized that they were still lying there, I knew I had to act fast. I turned off my laptop, got up quietly, and left the house, not wanting to risk being discovered.

As I walked away, my mind was filled with questions about how I would ever look my father in the eye again. And yet, despite everything, I knew I had to find a way to protect him from Taylor’s grasp.

I was bending over a pillow naked at 3 a,m, my arsehole was gaping wide and throbbing hot and the guys hadn’t finished with me yet. I had the sweet and sour taste of spunk in my mouth and I could feel more spunk oozing from my fuck ragged arsehole and down my balls.

“Ready for more lad” said Randy a tough looking large framed man of about fifty.

I mumbled yes even though my arsehole was stinging.

Randy’s huge cock was soon nudging into my cum creamy hole, the full length two seconds away and followed by my loud groan. I could feel the fuckers balls hitting my butt as he began to fuck me again.

My groans filled the room where I could see the other three men wanking their cocks to an unbelievable stiffness.

Randy was pounding my arsehole, his long hard strokes diving deep into my guts my ring tightening around his shaft making sure that his cock was kept in my arse.

Brad, a fantastic silver haired daddy type, climbed onto the bed and stuck his thick prick into my willing mouth for a good sucking. My tongue rolled happily around it in the knowledge that it’s cum was sweet and plentiful. Brad moaned as I

sucked his dick, his heavy balls cupped in his own hands and filling up with spunk.

Randy held onto my shoulders to get an even harder thrust into my arsehole, his cum heavy balls slapping me again and again.

My poor ragged arse took the pounding as only a true slut could.

“He’s loving being spit roasted” said Brad “Fuck the little cunt harder”.

The two spare men, both in their hunky forties were wanking each other and waiting their turn to

get inside me, their pricks looking pretty rigid and needy.

The men, Harry and Pete, got onto the bed so that we were all together with me their twenty five year old cum slut their dirty little cum dump.

Brad liked coming off in my mouth so in no time at all my flicking tongue and sucking lips had his cock jerking in my mouth and shooting a fuck load of spunk onto my tongue and down my greedy throat.

“Fuck! I cant hold on any longer” he wailed “Here it fucking comes” and I was fed with plenty of cum, my sucking lips going wild to draw out his creamy load.

My cum battered arsehole was ready for more spunk too and Randy made sure I got every fucking drop as his prick lurched and spurted another hot batch of man batter into my sore arse.

When both men pulled out of me I was left with cum down my chin and cum running from my arse.

There was little delay in getting another cock as Harry’s dick was up and ready to fill me.

My arsehole clamped around his shaft and he began to fuck me. I reached out for Pete’s stiff cock, my mouth open for it and eager to suck.

“He’s one horny little cum slut” said Randy wiping cum off his cock. “Fuck him guys and make the little cunt whimper”.

I was whimpering like fuck anyway, my arsehole tingling and stinging with cock rub but still fuck hungry.

My own cock was straining to cum too but the guys had one thing on their mind and that was to fuck the hell out of me.

It had all started at a gay bar I frequented. Being slightly built and what you would call a pretty boy I was the target for many an older guy and would go down into the basement of the bar where the toilets were and suck off guys all evening. One evening I had sucked off and swallowed nine loads and had been fucked four times. I just couldn’t get enough cock and so when Randy suggested I be the bottom in a gang bang I was over the moon.

Little did I know the men would ravish me into the early hours of the morning but I was becoming the cum slut I always thought I would be.

“Ram that fuck hole” said Brad “Get that fucking hole open wide”.

It was the start of an awesome session and in the early hours, shagged and exhausted it was suggested that I take two cocks in my arsehole.

Harry shoved a fresh bottle of poppers under my nose.

“Take a good snort on this lad and your arse will open wide for us”.

I huffed hard on the bottle my head swimming with the pungent vapours as a load of lube pumped into my cum drenched hole.

I had no idea who belonged to what cock all I could feel was two hot knobs trying to get stuck up my arse.

I groaned loudly and the two cocks pushed right up my arse.

“Look at him take those cocks” said Brad He’s fucking loving it”.

I was whimpering and grizzling as the two stiff cocks began fucking me. The other two stiff pricks nudged my lips for a sucking and I gladly slurped and sucked both of them into my mouth.

Full of solid cock and my head swimming I was now aware of two other men entering the room.

“Fuck!” said one “That little slut is hungry for dick”

With glazed eyes I looked up to see the grinning faces of Brad and Randy as their cocks slipped in and out of my mouth.

The two new men wee soon stripping off and wanking their cocks to a rampant stiffness ready for my hungry sore arse.

“Look at that fuck hole stretch” said one and I now realised that the cocks stretching me wide belonged to Harry and Pete.

With poppers forced under my nose again all I could do was sniff and slip further into the realm of cum slut depravity.

“He could take a third prick” said one of the new men, his dick visibly jerking for a fuck. “I’ve seen it done before and this fucking slut could take another cock”.

Suddenly I was rolled into another position and satisfied with the angle of my arsehole the men decided which three pricks were going to penetrate me. Harry and Pete were very keen to get stuck back up me, their glistening knobs shiny with lube and spent cum Brad and Randy too were keen to shag me. The new men, both hairy as fuck were Cliff and Todd and their cocks looked like mean gnarled fuckers.

“Take turns” I said  “All try a triple fuck of my arse but don’t keep me fucking waiting guys my arsehole needs spunk”.

Two stiff cocks edged into my well lubed arsehole with a third easing from the side.

I was gasping and somebody was feeding me poppers again and my cum hungry hole gaped to take three horny cocks at once.

“Oooooooooooooh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Hold on! Fuck! Fuck! It’s so good, so fucking good.Yeah! Push them big cocks in”.

Two had my eyes watering, three had me weeping with utter pleasure. I reached to wank two waiting pricks and another slipped into my mouth and immediately slid down my throat.

At one point I was on the brink of fainting as I was overwhelmed with cock particularly as the one in my throat began to cream off.

Spluttering on spunk and being triple fucked was the way I wanted to live now regardless of my fuck sore arse pulsating to the extreme.

The guys swapped round, my mouth a place to get their cocks wet or to spurt happily on my tongue and down my throat.

Randy began to unload a  mega spunk load up my arse followed by a second dick. My hole was running with cum, my mouth tasted of cum and still a third cock was on the edge as it fucked into me.

Loaded with an extreme amount of jizz Randy took it upon himself to pleasure my cock with his tongue and mouth. Brad joined in and began slurping on my balls and the cock up my arse began to jerk and spurt it’s sperm into my guts.

Unable to comprehend the full extent of what was going on due to the effects of the poppers all I knew was that I wanted more and more cock, more cum, more fucking.

With the final dick giving me it’s man batter with sensual little jerks my arsehole convulsed and pulsated out of control with my first anal orgasm.

Such was the sexual frenzy of my arse muscles  the men had to hold me down as I writhed with pleasure, my prick finally spurting cum over Randy and Brad’s faces and into their open mouths.

My chest was heaving, my arse gaping and convulsing, I was in absolute gay heaven and didn’t want to come out of the sheer euphoria.

I only know I was smiling like a fool and loving every moment, each cock kissing my lips to end the fantastic session.

It was now 7.30 a.m. I was laying alone, my arsehole running with spunk and stinging like mad my bollocks aching my prick suck sore and deflated.

I shut my eyes and dreamt of my next gang bang, the wet dream waking me up to a room full of men again.

Hi yall, I still new with the writing, just for you know. And English is not my first language so excuse me if you found some typos or miss wording. Thanks and have a nice time with my story. 

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In the year 2000, far away from the modern world, deep inside the heart of the Amazon forest, a strange place, there are just trees, trees, and trees. A Jeep is running on a trail with only two men on it. Looking closely, it looks like one person is not from here. 

That guy is Dave, a freelance journalist with a passion for experiencing different cultures. This time Dave contacted a local person, and he was willing to take him to visit a tribe deep in the forest, the Makamboe tribe.

“This tribe is extremely hospitable!” – that person said “The whole next week will be the most wonderful time!!!”. He ended his sentence with an insidious smile.

Dave was extremely excited when he heard that. In fact, even after years in the field, he still couldn’t contain his joy every time he was about to experience an unfamiliar culture from the modern world. Every muscle in his body trembled with nervousness and excitement thinking about living with the Makamboe tribe.

“Has this tribe ever had visitors before?” – Dave asked the host.

“Oh yes, there are many more!!!” – He answered. Dave found it strange, why if so many people have experienced living with the tribe, but haven’t heard any detailed information about it? But that thought was pushed aside, he thought that after all, it was an experience, so why hesitate?

“I really can’t wait! I hope this trip is worth the money and time I spent!” – Dave said with excitement.

“It will definitely be more than what you expected! The people of the Makamboe tribe were extremely hospitable and they are willing to let you ‘experience’ all of their customs. Your upcoming paper will definitely be famous, guaranteed!”

And so, after a whole day of in the forest, they reached the village of the Makamboe tribe. Dave looked around and couldn’t help but be amazed at the beautiful and wild landscape of Makamboe village. The village is nestled in the middle of the Amazon forest, surrounded by towering ancient trees, with dense foliage like a green curtain covering everything. Sunlight filters through the leaves, creating shimmering streaks of light, dancing on the ground.

Dave noticed that the houses of the Makamboe tribe were built simply but skillfully, with only plants and mud. Each house is arranged harmoniously, creating an open and airy space.

Dave couldn’t help but think, this place is truly a paradise untouched by modernity. He felt a sense of peace and harmony with nature, something he always looked forward to on every trip.

Makamboe people, dressed in colorful traditional costumes, appeared from every house when they heard the sound of modern vehicles, smiling brightly and welcoming. But paying close attention, Dave saw that it seemed like only the women and children were wearing clothes. As for the men, they were naked, revealing their shiny, massive black cocks. Looking back at the whole village, the number of children and women seems to be extremely small compared to the number of men.

Dave is quite dumbfounded by the current situation. Then, the Jeep stopped right in front of the group of people. The guide walked out first, then Dave. Dave looked nervous, not sure how to act. The guide, however, was completely at ease. He greeted the tribe chief, a man of average stature but extremely muscular, you could see every block of tight muscles covered with sweat, shining brightly thanks to the rays of sunlight filtering through the trees above. But the strangest thing is that the tribe chief is wearing nothing except something like a rather large crown made from colorful bird feathers. The chief said something in their language to the two people.

The tour guide translated for Dave, proving that he had been here many times before. “Let me introduce myself, I am Chief Mbwana, and welcome to our village, distinguished guest,” the guide translated Chief Mbwana’s words. “I hope you will enjoy life here in the next few days. “

Dave felt relieved when he heard the welcome. He smiled and bowed back, trying to show respect. Chief Mbwana approached and placed his hand on Dave’s shoulder, guiding him into the village, as a sign of friendly welcome.

“During your stay here, you will be part of our community.” – When he finished saying this sentence, it seemed like the guide, the tribe chief, and the whole tribe of men smiled, quite creepy, but Dave didn’t pay much attention.

When Dave joined in with the Makamboe tribe, he looked like a giant. Dave is truly a muscular man, he is up to 1m87 tall, with a body covered in muscles, each block of solid muscle and a pair of big, thick, succulent breasts underneath his open shirt. Below him were a plump ass and muscular thighs, thanks to years of playing rugby, and they were covered in thick khaki shorts. And his ass was so big, it could almost rip his pants.

The crowd of people around him was only as tall as his chin. “The Makamboe people don’t have much physical development” – he thought to himself. But the strangest thing he noticed was that the cocks of all the men in the village were so big that it was scary. It dangled below them, reaching to mid-thigh, and as wide as a water bottle. Those cocks dangled back and forth with their every move, and the scariest thing was that they were all still in a state of non-erectness.

That evening, the entire Makamboe tribe held a grand party. They lit a big fire right in the middle of the village, singing, dancing, eating, and drinking around it. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of dozens of naked men dancing with a huge cock right below them. And Dave could see that many of the men in the tribe were looking at him curiously. Some of them even licked their lips hungrily, as if aroused by his presence.

A while later, maybe it was midnight, the party ended and the fire left only a few flickering flames, the village gradually became quiet. The tribe members gradually retreated to sleep, leaving Dave alone in this space.

He built a tent near the camp and retreated inside. Lying inside, his thoughts were still wandering, so he wrote a few things in a notebook for the incoming papers. Then his mind thought about his wife and children at home, waiting for the end of the trip so he could share everything about this trip with them. Even though he felt uncomfortable, Dave fell asleep, exhausted after a tiring day.

But as soon as the lights in his tent went out, every man in every tent came out as if they had been watching him all night. Gradually they gathered in a group around the tent, whispering something in the night. Then three men moved closer, opened Dave’s tent, and carried him into the wood, after that all the other men followed right behind. Luckily for them, Dave was exhausted from the long trip and the tribe’s alcohol-like drinks, causing him to completely lose consciousness in his sleep.

They carried him to an open place with trees high above, right on the edge of a cliff, with a lake below. On that cliff, there was something that looked like a stone bed with two wooden pillars at the end, the whole thing meticulously carved in strange shapes.

The men placed Dave on a surface lined with soft piles of cotton and leaves. Then they stripped his body of everything, some of them couldn’t help but drool at the beauty of his body under the moonlight. Finally, they fixed his arms and legs with ropes, his arms were spread out to the sides, his knees were bent up to chest level, and his legs were tied securely to two pillars. Looking from above, his legs were in the shape of an ‘M’, revealing his smooth, round white ass and his virgin, pink asshole for all the men there to admire.

After securing Dave in that position, every man there admired Dave’s beauty in such an inviting position, whispering about his ass, thighs, and huge breasts. Next, a man brought an earthen jar and poured the liquid inside directly onto his body. The liquid is clear and viscous, slightly blue, and has a pleasant, sweet scent. Two other men, with their large hands, touched Dave’s body, dispersing the blue liquid, smearing every corner of his body.

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Now the sun had risen quite high, the sunlight shone on the sparkling surface of the lake, a few rays of sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves above and fell to dance on Dave’s naked, shiny body. He gradually woke up with a severe headache and realized his body was not moving as expected. Blurringly opening his eyes, he was disturbed to realize that his body had been tied up without realizing it, and most importantly, his clothes had disappeared without a trace.

Then a sound rang out, like the sound of a big horn, right above his head. Trying to raise his head and look towards the direction of the sound, he saw that it was a woman from the Makamboe tribe. He shouted to get attention but that person didn’t seem to care much.

Then appearing from the dense forest, a whole group of Makamboe tribe came out, but only men. The chief stepped forward, walking towards the head of the rock that Dave was tied to, and said loudly, which looked like a prayer or an offering because the other men bowed their heads when the chief’s voice was heard, and raised their heads when he stopped.

Knowing he was in a dangerous situation, maybe they were about to sacrifice him, or sum. Dave struggled as hard as he could, his giant body had enough force to shake even the rock, but the result remained unchanged. The ropes that bound him were too secure. Then a woman came towards him from the forest, with two earthen pots in both hands. The woman approached right by his waist, looking at the tribe chief as if waiting for his signal. Another man approached and pried Dave’s jaw open and thrust a funnel-like thing into his mouth. The woman immediately poured the liquid in a jar into that funnel, causing him to swallow it whole and unable to resist.

Next, the other man moved toward between Dave’s legs. Startled, when he felt the other man’s hand on his butt. Then a sharp pain appeared right in his asshole. The man inserted the funnel into his asshole, and as before, the woman poured the remaining liquid from the flask into his ass.

Then they retreated, leaving only him lying there with the tribe chief standing at the top of the rock observing the situation.

Seemed like the substance they placed inside him began to take effect. At first, it felt nice, like the warmth of being wrapped in a blanket on a cold day. But soon it grew stronger, it felt like a fire being burned inside of him, and there also the feeling of hundreds of ants were crawling under his skin. It was quickly followed by an itching feeling deep inside him, a longing he couldn’t understand.

He could feel a strange sensation in his crotch or more precisely, behind it.

“Throb” – his asshole suddenly contracted strongly.

Dave’s heart almost stopped beating. The tightness came from… his asshole. He hoped it was his imagination, but then the contractions continued.

Contractions begin to gradually increase in both frequency and intensity. Dave tried to resist, but it was just like a natural biological reaction.

He felt a very strange sensation coming from his hole. It felt wet and…warm. Now, Dave’s asshole was completely different from the one he had before. It was rounder, succulent, rosier and more inviting, and inside it also oozed clear mucus like the cunt juice his wife leaked out every time he came home. His asshole became increasingly itchy and hotter.

Then his muscles relaxed and his mindset changed. Instead of resisting, he now craved the attention of the tribal men standing around him. He wanted them to come here and fuck him intensely, relieving his crazy itchy asshole. He needed those little men’s massive cocks in his ass, filling him to his absolute limit. But he shook back, questioning himself why the fuck did he think about that, what the shit did they insert into him??

Somehow, his body moved on its own. Dave’s ass began to sway, waving invitingly. His insides clenched violently, begging for attention. Like he longed for someone to claim him, to claim him as their own. He tried his best to fight back the sensation, but quite quickly, all he could think about was the pleasure he would experience with these men and how he longed to feel their cocks for just once.

The men of the tribe laughed at the sight of Dave’s ass, knowing they were about to have their chance to claim him as their own. They grabbed his legs and pulled them further apart, exposing his entire pussy. One by one, they stepped forward, eager to be the first to break his virginity.

The Makamboe tribe, shrouded in secrecy, performed a bizarre ritual dedicated to their Sexual god known as God Agramire. Their belief was that the existence and continuance of the entire tribe depended on the divine intervention of this deity through fertility miracles.

To express their gratitude to Agramire, the tribe holds a special ceremony where they dedicate their strongest essence through the sperm of all the men in the village into the strongest warriors that they consider it worthy. These chosen ones then became the custodians of the children they contained from this incident, spreading Agramire’s existence throughout the world.

And recently, ‘lucky’ men from the outside world have become ideal sacrifices for these thanksgiving rituals. The Makamboe tribe enjoyed subduing large, strong, and muscular men. And during this holiday, that ‘lucky man’ is Dave, he will be used as a pleasure toy for all the men in the tribe.

Chief Mbwana shouted loudly, seemingly signaling the start of the ritual. And it also seems like he will be the first to break Dave’s virginity. Chief Mbwana walked slowly toward between Dave’s thighs, the chief’s cock hardened under the bright sunlight, swaying with each step he took.

The tribe chief’s cock was monstrous, it must be at least 25cm long, its width was as wide as his muscular wrist, and it was shiny black, with lines almost surrounding the entire body. Now the tribe chief stood there, his cock proudly twitching in excitement, the tip still leaking out in waves of pre-cum.

He stood in front of Dave, the huge cock twitching between his legs. Slowly, he inserted the head of his cock into Dave’s asshole, teasing him mercilessly. He pressed right against the mouth of his tight virgin hole, letting him feel the huge seer size of that cock, but then he didn’t push any further and pulled out again.

His hot breath tickled Dave’s skin as he leaned closer, whispering words that Dave couldn’t understand. But the intention was clear – the tribe chief would destroy his virginity, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, but he couldn’t resist.

The tribe chief gripped Dave’s muscular thighs, his knuckles turning white under the force of his grip. With a growl in his throat, he began pushing his cock into Dave’s asshole, tearing the delicate virgin hole apart.

Despite the pain, Dave could feel his own cock becoming hard. The feeling of the tribe chief’s cock breaking his virginity was something that was too much for him to take in, and yet he felt horny for that?

The tribe chief’s massive cock head filled inside Dave’s virgin hole, every inch that cock sank inside him sent waves of pleasure and pain throughout his body. Just like that, slowly entering, the tribe chief showed no mercy, pounding his cock in, filling inside Dave’s asshole. With every inch that cock penetrated Dave’s body, he found himself breathing harder. It seemed like his body betrayed him, wanting more and more each time.

The moment the tribe chief’s cock was completely pinned inside Dave, the balls pressing against Dave’s ass and his stomach heaving from the cock’s horrendous size, Dave let out a lewd moan… His body trembled under the onslaught, his muscles cramping as he tried to get used to the feeling of being filled by such a huge cock.

After a while of pinning the cock inside, the tribe chief started moving his hips, slowly fucking Dave Ass. His movements were gentle, giving Dave time to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure flowing through Dave’s body, and he found himself groaning in ecstasy. The tribe chief’s cock slid easily in and out of Dave’s ass, the wet sounds of their lovemaking echoing around them.

Even though Dave has a bigger, more built body than the tribe chief, the tribe chief is clearly in control of this fucking section. The chief fucks Dave’s ass like a beast, his small but powerful body moving with ease. His powerful thrusts made Dave’s body vibrate, and sent ripples throughout his muscles, especially his plump white chest. The contrast between their bodies only added to the pleasure, Dave’s massive body being used like a sex doll by the tribe chief, smaller but more experienced in fucking straight guys like he came to cry.

As the tribe chief sped up, he let go of Dave’s waist, instead letting himself lie down on Dave’s muscular chest. His hands tightened and groped Dave’s muscles. The tribe chief’s cock continued its relentless assault on Dave’s hole, each thrust sending shivers through both of their bodies. The sight of Dave’s muscular chest shaking and falling with each stroke drove the tribe chief crazy, increasing his pounding force even harder.

In the last minutes, the tribe chief put his legs on the stone bed they were fucking on, lifted his body up and dropped it down. This is the famous position: ‘the mating press’. This position allowed him to fuck Dave as hard as he could, pounding hard, letting himself fall freely from above, using it as support force for the fucks that were already too brutal for Dave’s asshole.

From this angle, the tribe chief could see every ripple of Dave’s muscles as he lured into him. The sight of Dave’s muscles tightening and relaxing with each pounding was enough to push the tribe chief to the limit. He grabbed Dave’s chest, marking him before he shot.

With a powerful final thrust, the tribe chief buried the black monter cock deep inside Dave, holding tightly his cock there as he released all his essence into him. Dave felt the tribe chief’s cock twitch inside him, each shot pumping his stomach fuller. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Dave could do nothing but moan and whimper as he was blessed by the tribe chief’s sperm. A flood of hot seeds filled Dave’s rectum to the limit. That amount of sperm was more than what he knew for a normal person, nearly half a liter of sperm had spilled into his large intestine, causing each mass of his abdominal muscles to grown, and then the placenta to swell. By the time the tribe chief finished shooting, his abs were no different from those of a pregnant woman.

Dave’s face expressed extreme pleasure and the surprise of the tribe chief’s release flooded inside. His mind was overwhelmed with sensations, and then, he couldn’t help but shoot out a series of sperm even though no one or anything had touched his tini tiny cock. His body shuddered, his muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically with each spurt of sperm he released. His mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, his eyes rolling back as he shot. His sperm splashed onto the stone floor above them, a few drops even hitting the tribe chief’s body.

After a minute or more of resting on Dave’s muscular chest, the tribe chief pulls his cock out of Dave’s warm hole. Without the tribe chief’s cock blocking it, Dave’s asshole was wide open, inside it was like a cunt, slimy, squishy, and wet with the tribe chief’s cum that was pumped into him. The tribe chief’s strong force of fucks had stretched his anus, and now it could no longer close like before, and just like that, wave after wave of sperm inside continued to reflux. Dave could feel the warm sensation of the tribe chief’s sperm, slowly flowing out of him, forming a puddle of cum between his ass and the stone floor below.

The tribe chief stood up and shouted loudly at the group of men waiting around. Everyone shouted for joy. As soon as the tribe chief left, before he could even catch his breath, another man came to fuck him. And just like that, Dave’s ass was soon being claimed by one man after another, sometimes all three at once. The men were determined to leave their mark, so they didn’t hesitate to use all their strength to shoot drops of sperm deep inside Dave. By the end of the day, half the men in the village had filled Dave’s holes with their seed. From old to young, skinny to muscled, every man in that village was ready to fertilize Dave’s cunts.

As the sun sets over the horizon, the sounds of the jungle fill the air. The village men began to leave gradually. But Dave remained bound and helpless, even so, his ass begged to be pumped with more sperm.

Despite initial resistance, he found himself enjoying the experience more and more with each passing minute. In Dave’s head, his original straight manliness thoughts were gradually replaced by the feelings he was experiencing. He knew he should be ashamed of himself, but he couldn’t deny this enormous pleasure. The thought of each man in the tribe fucking him hard and then unloading their cum deep inside him made him even hornier.

Now that he was freed from that stone bed and returned to the tribe village, he could have climbed on the Jeeps to run away but he did not. He turned around and begged to be used as a sex toy by the men in the tribe.

Just like that, day after day, the men continued to take turns fucking Dave’s hungry pussy.

During that week, Dave became a sex toy among the Makamboe people. If people in the village want to find him, they just need to listen and follow his slutty moans, and they can easily find him riding a huge cock, sometimes even taking two or three cocks at the same time in his slutty little hole.

All he had to do was offer his pussy up for someone else to fuck day after day, Dave found himself becoming more and more addicted to the feeling of having so many huge cocks inside him. The feeling was exhilarating, and he loved nothing more than the sight of a group of men orbiting around him, waiting for their turn to have him serve.

Dave’s worldview was changed forever. From being a straight guy, married, with children, now he just wants to use his pussy to serve other men’s cocks, especially huge cocks, ready to fuck him to the limit.

On the last day of the trip, Dave’s belly swelled with a river of sperm inside, round and stretched like a pregnant woman about to give birth. Despite his exhaustion, he found himself unable to stop thinking about the dozens of cocks he had taken care of over the past week.

As he climbed into the jeep and headed back to civilization, he felt proud of the changes he had experienced during the trip. And he can’t wait to tell his wife and kids about this journey!

(Dave did return some years later, with his son who had just turned 18 years old!!!)

A Friend in Need

A week into his treatment, Nick stood before the full-length mirror in Littleton High’s workout room, observing undeniable changes. Flexing for his reflection, Nick could see more prominent veins on beefier biceps than he had had a week ago. Turning sideways, he examined his profile: a new definition in the deltoids, a slight bulge in his traps, and a plumpness to his pecs that hadn’t been there before. Any pair of eyes could confirm that Doctor Carter’s experimental treatment was delivering the cocky quarterback what he’d been promised.

More importantly, Nick felt unstoppable during practice since starting the treatment. His reactions were quicker, his throws were more precise, and his sprints were faster. The coaches had started commenting on his improvements, wondering aloud how one of their best players could be getting even better.

However, these physical enhancements came with a tradeoff that was becoming harder to ignore with each passing day. Every morning, when the newly-locked white boy awoke, the rigid bars of the chastity cage would dig into the sensitive flesh of his swollen member as it painfully throbbed and pathetically begged to be released from its confines. Only one thing was worse than the constant ache Nick now felt in his backed-up balls: the blow to his ego he experienced every time he reached down in a desperate attempt to find some relief, only to be reminded yet again that he was no longer in control of his own manhood.

It was with all these thoughts swirling in his head that Nick had entered the school’s workout room for a morning session, hoping a rigorous workout would distract him. The room was quiet, the early hour granting him solitude. Pushing through a set of bench presses, Nick tried to redirect his focus from the worries in his mind and the ache in his backed-up balls and onto the weight in his hands.

However, as Nick racked the weights and sat up — his luscious locks of thick, dark hair slick with sweat — he sensed a sudden presence at the door. Whipping his head in that direction, Nick spotted the tall, Nordic figure of Adrian leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching Nick with his clear blue eyes.

“Hey, Adrian. You’re up early,” Nick called out, trying to sound nonchalant despite his uneasiness.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Adrian began in a casual tone, walking over to join his teammate. “You know, Nick, you’ve been looking a lot sharper on the field lately. What’s your secret?”

Nick stiffened, the question hitting too close to home. Just as Adrian had withheld the information about Doctor Carter’s performance enhancement treatment from him, he had no intention of letting Adrian know he now had his own secret weapon — especially considering it came with a secret shame between his legs.

“Just trying to keep up with you, bro!” Nick replied, trying to laugh it off. “Nothing special, just putting in the work.”

Adrian nodded, but his expression remained skeptical. “Sure, sure. It’s just… you seem different lately. Not just stronger, but like you’re… on edge,” he said, giving Nick a knowing smirk as he spoke those last couple of words.

Nick forced another laugh, brushing off the concern with a shake of his head. “Just focused on the game. Gotta keep up if I want to make it in college, right?”

Adrian held his gaze for a moment longer before giving Nick a nod and finally backing off. “Yeah, definitely. Keep it up, bro,” he said, giving Nick a pat on the back and turning to start his own workout.

Nick watched Adrian head to the weight racks, thinking it was time to call his own workout a day. The exchange with Adrian, brief as it was, had unsettled the normally confident quarterback. He grabbed his towel and headed to the locker room, his mind replaying Adrian’s probing questions.

—–

The hot water in the locker room shower felt soothing against Nick’s well-worked muscles, but the sense of relief was fleeting. No sooner had the water started to cascade down his fit, fair-skinned body than had his little white dick started to stiffen and strain against the confines of its tiny steel prison once more.

Instinctively, Nick’s hands went down to his desperate dick. He gave the base ring a futile tug with one hand, again confirming that the Black doctor had gotten it on so tight that it barely moved at all. With his other hand, his fingers traced up and down the contours of the cage, trying to give some kind of sensation to the flesh that swelled in between each bar.

Nick bucked his hips as he let out a frustrated groan. As an 18-year-old high school senior, Nick had scarcely gone a single day without getting off at least once before Doctor Carter had locked the “penile-restrictive device” in place. Now, every attempt to stroke himself only seemed to put the horny white boy more and more on edge as release was once again denied to him.

Completely absorbed in another pitiful attempt to pleasure himself, the football jock tuned out his surroundings and called up some of his “go-to” memories for getting off: his ex-girlfriend, Felicity, giving him a handjob beneath the bleachers… Felicity going down on him in her parents’ hot tub last Christmas… Felicity’s sister spreading her legs for him in that same hot tub New Year’s Eve…

He was close this time, he had to be…

Just another few minutes…

Bucking his hips…

Tugging at the ring…

Rubbing at the bars —

The curtain to Nick’s shower stall was suddenly thrown wide open, snapping the pathetically cage-tugging jock back to reality. There stood Adrian, towel cinched carefully around his waist, a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes immediately zeroed in on Nick’s crotch.

“I fucking knew it!” Adrian exclaimed.

“What the fuck, Adrian?!” Nick barked, frantically grasping at the towel he’d hung just outside the shower stall, his fair skin turning beet red as he felt Adrian’s gaze taking in his private shame. Trying to regain some control as he got the towel wrapped around the waist, Nick added, “It’s not what it looks like!”

The blond jock chuckled. He took a step back and — glancing around to make sure they were still alone in the showers — casually dropped his own towel. “I think I know what it looks like, bro.”

The body Adrian had on display provided a testament to the effectiveness of Doctor Carter’s treatment. With bulging biceps, meaty pecs, and thick muscular thighs, the blond and blue-eyed stud looked almost like a Norse god. Yet, rather than “Thor’s hammer” hanging impressively between his legs, Adrian had exactly the same thing as Nick: nothing but a sad white worm in a tiny steel prison.

“You should have just told me you were also one of Doctor Carter’s boys,” Adrian said with a chuckle, his tone light but carrying a hint of reproach.

“Just get out of my goddamn way,” Nick snapped back, pushing past his teammate.

Adrian turned to watch Nick go, a devious idea forming as he caught sight of the gorgeous globes of the handsome hunk’s beautiful butt. “Nick, wait,” Adrian said, trying to sound sympathetic as he spoke. “Has Doctor Carter recommended anything yet to help with the, uh, ‘side effects’ you were just trying to deal with?”

Nick stopped his retreat from the showers, cautiously turning back to his teammate. Did Adrian actually know how he could get the release his locked cock was craving?

Too proud to admit to any kind of weakness, the headstrong stud shook his head. “Hasn’t really been an issue,” he lied, his steady gaze meeting Adrian’s own, as if daring him to say anything else about the “side effect” he’d just seen Nick trying to deal with.

“Well, if it does become an issue, maybe I can help you out?” Adrian said, his voice carrying a tone of camaraderie Nick had never heard from him before. “My folks are out of town for a few days,” he added. “Swing by my place and I’ll show you some tips.”

Nick eyed Adrian warily, suspicion brewing. The idea that Adrian could help him with this particular “side effect” was appealing, but Nick had never known his teammate to be someone to lend a helping hand. This had to be a ploy for Adrian to discover his vulnerabilities, right?

“I’ll think about it,” Nick replied noncommittally.

“Come on, Nick. We’re in this together now, right?” Adrian said, his caged cock still hanging out freely in the open as he stepped into his own shower stall and pulled the curtain closed behind him.

Nick took this as his opportunity to finally exit the showers. Adrian’s words lingered in his mind as he finished up in the locker room, the cage on his cock now feeling tighter than ever. Adrian’s offer to help with the side effects was compelling, but Nick didn’t know if he could really trust his competition…

—–

Following their tense exchange in the locker room that morning, the atmosphere between Nick and Adrian during football practice after school was charged with a new layer of tension.

Nick, energized by Doctor Carter’s treatment, felt a surge of power and agility that he hadn’t experienced before. Each throw was sharper, each sprint was faster, and his confidence soared with every successful play.

Yet, despite his enhanced performance, Nick quickly noticed that Adrian was not just “matching” his level of play — he was exceeding it. His blond teammate’s movements were fluid and explosive, demonstrating a finesse that seemed almost effortless.

Each tackle dodged or remarkable catch made by Adrian ignited a spark of quiet rage inside Nick. Now that Nick was also taking Doctor Carter’s treatment, there was no reason why he shouldn’t be the best again.

Could it be because of the “side effects” he was dealing with? Nick had to admit the constant ache in his nuts, random throbs in his cock, and the overall haze of sexual frustration was not doing him any favors.

Whatever the reason for it, Adrian still outshining him on the field was something the arrogant quarterback simply could not abide.

The whistle blew, signalling the end of practice. While other players clapped each other on the back and headed for the showers, Nick’s mind was busy plotting. Adrian must have something else up his sleeve giving him an even greater edge. Whether that really was a way of dealing with “side effects” or something else entirely, Nick knew he deserved to have it for himself.

“Hey, about your offer,” Nick started, approaching his teammate as they packed up their gear. “I think I could use your help, after all.”

Adrian looked up, his pale features forming a friendly grin as the wheels of his own plan were set into motion. “Sure thing, bro,” Adrian responded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Just swing by my place later tonight.”

“Looking forward to it,” Nick replied, flashing Adrian his trademark killer smile even as his eyes were sharp with his own ulterior motives.

—–

Nick tapped his foot impatiently after he rang Adrian’s doorbell, his sharp glances towards the door making it clear that he believed the great Nick Townsend should never have to wait for anyone. The chill of the evening crept through the fabric of his letterman jacket, but it was the annoyance of each minute that passed that prickled the arrogant quarterback’s skin more than the chill.

After the third time Nick pounded on the door in as many minutes, Adrian finally swung it open, soaking wet and clad in only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. With water droplets glistening along the chiselled contours of his alabaster skin, his increasingly buff physique looked even more impressive now than it had in the locker room earlier that day.

“What took you so long?” Nick asked, his irritation obvious until he recalled his plan to play the part of a friend in need. “This a bad time?” he added, affecting a more casual tone of voice.

Adrian shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as stepped back to let Nick come in. “Nah, you’re good, bro. I was just in the hot tub out back,” he explained. “A good soak really helps with the ‘pressure’ down there, you know?” he added, gesturing to Nick’s crotch rather than his own.

As Nick stepped inside, Adrian closed the door behind him with a casual swing. The interior of his home was warm, a stark contrast to the cool air outside. “You wanna give it a go?” he asked, his tone easy and inviting.

“Didn’t bring my swimsuit,” Nick replied absentmindedly, distracted by his own thoughts as he filed away what Adrian had already let slip about how he was managing the side effects.

Adrian laughed good-naturedly. “Come on, bro. No need!”

Without missing a beat, Adrian dropped his towel just as nonchalantly as he had in the locker room. Once again, he stood bare-assed and cock-locked in front of his teammate without a hint of modesty about it. “This way,” Adrian added, leaving the room without waiting for Nick to follow.

Quickly springing into action to follow his teammate, Nick’s uneasiness grew as the hot tub became visible through the sliding doors leading onto the back patio.

“You got a pair of swim trunks I could wear?” Nick asked, forcing a light tone into the question despite the dread he felt growing in the pit of his stomach at the idea of exposing his privates as publicly as Adrian was.

Adrian glanced back over his shoulder. “It’s really no big deal, Nick. Just leave your clothes by the patio door and join me for a quick dip,” he replied with an easy confidence. “I mean, it’s not like you have anything to be embarrassed about, right?”

Nick stiffened, sensing a challenge in his teammate’s words. If he refused, he knew he’d be admitting to a weakness he dared not let Adrian in on.

“Yeah, you’re right… No big deal,” Nick said, rolling his shoulders back to convey his usual bravado.

Nick met Adrian’s eyes with a steady gaze, letting his teammate know that he wouldn’t be intimidated. He confidently took off his letterman jacket and peeled off his shirt, revealing a canvas of fair white skin stretched over a muscular frame of broad shoulders and prominent pecs tapering down to his trim waist. Even as he felt his heart hammering in his chest at the idea of exposing his private shame, Nick didn’t hesitate before undoing his jeans, hooking his thumbs into his waistband, and pulling down his pants and boxers together.

Naturally, the cock-locked jock’s first instinct was to cover his crotch, feeling deeply emasculated by just how pitiful his little white dick looked in its current condition. Nevertheless, he resisted the urge, straightening his stance and affecting an air of nonchalance as he forced his arms to hang loosely at his sides. Showing weakness was something that Nick Townsend simply did not do.

To Nick’s relief, Adrian seemed completely unfazed. There was no hint of judgement in his eyes or teasing comment from his lips, seeming to accept Nick’s bare body and caged cock as the most natural things in the world.

“Let’s hop in,” Adrian commented, gesturing for Nick to follow him outside as he opened the sliding door. “You’ll see, the warm water really does wonders for that ache in your nuts from the constant blue-balling,” he continued casually.

Nick glanced outside furtively, wanting to ensure that the high fence and dense evergreens would provide privacy from the prying eyes of Adrian’s neighbors — the thought not even crossing his mind that there might be someone else watching from inside Adrian’s home.

Nevertheless, believing himself to be in a safe space, naked Nick stepped outside to follow Adrian. As he did so, the cool outside air wasted no time reminding him of his current state — not just from its prickling touch against every inch of the well-muscled flesh he had on display, but also from how the chill instantly worked its way into the steel cage pressed against his most prized body part. Nick held his head high and followed Adrian with his usual confident strut, trying not to think about how much the shivering white worm between his legs was shrinking in response to the ice-cold touch of its prison bars.

As he slid into the steaming hot tub alongside Adrian, Nick’s chastity cage seemed to hold onto the cold a moment longer, its primary purpose clearly being to keep the macho quarterback’s little white dick in as much discomfort as possible. Nevertheless, submerging himself up to his shoulders, Nick felt the warm water working its magic, bringing a soothing effect to every corner of his body, vanquishing the cold in his cage, and — just as Adrian had promised — introducing a much-needed relief to the ache in his backed-up balls.

“So, Nick,” Adrian started, his voice tinged with suspicion. “Just how did you end up as one of Doctor Carter’s boys, anyway?”

Nick’s eyes darted briefly as he thought up a lie to tell his teammate. “He came up to me after our last game. I thought he was a scout for a college team, but he started telling me about his treatment instead,” Nick replied, flashing his winning smile and casually running his hand through his dark, luscious locks as he met Adrian’s gaze.

Adrian’s expression shifted subtly. “Our last game, huh? Weird that I didn’t see him.”

No stranger to deception, Nick’s face remained serene as Adrian tried to catch him in his lie. “Don’t know what to tell you, bro,” Nick said with a small shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe he didn’t want you to know he was checking up on your progress.”

Adrian gave a slight nod. “Yeah, maybe…”

Not wanting to give Adrian a chance to scrutinize his claim more closely, Nick spoke again before silence filled the air: “How’d you get started on the treatment?”

“Oh, my brother hooked me up,” the blond jock casually replied. “I guess Doctor Carter’s organization wants to do a family study or something? He said me and Jack were exactly what he was looking for.”

Nick’s mind called up the image of Adrian’s brother, a figure he remembered with both admiration and envy. Jack Thorsson was a legend at Littleton High, the undeniable star of the team when Nick and Adrian had been juniors still learning how to throw a football.

Had Jack been taking Doctor Carter’s treatment when he was playing? Is that how he was so good? The idea that Adrian might reach or even surpass Jack’s level of talent gnawed at Nick, intensifying his already fierce competitiveness. Whatever Adrian was doing to optimize Doctor Carter’s treatment, this reminded Nick that he couldn’t possibly let him have it all to himself.

“So, this is your secret to handling the side effects, huh?” Nick ventured, nodding towards the swirling water.

Adrian took a moment to consider his words. “It’s part of it,” he said, his tone evasive. “It really helps with that constant ache in your nuts, you know?” he added, looking away to avoid Nick’s probing gaze as he spoke.

Nick could tell there was more to it than Adrian was letting on. His instincts told him that Adrian was holding back, trying to protect whatever gave him his competitive edge.

“Yeah, for sure,” Nick said, keeping up a facade of friendly conversation. “But, come on, bro. This is just a hot bath. You gotta be doing something more than this, right?” he pressed.

Adrian shifted uncomfortably. His hand went down to his chastity cage, fiddling with its base ring absentmindedly before he spoke. “It’s… Well, it’s complicated,” he said, meeting Nick’s gaze with a faraway look in his eyes.

Nick’s mind raced, his competitive nature flaring up. His teammate’s evasion only fueled his determination to uncover every secret — to unearth every advantage Adrian might hold and take it for himself. “Try me,” he challenged, his voice firm.

Adrian sighed, a flush of embarrassment coming over his pale skin. “It’s just… Well, Nick… It’s –“

“Got room for one more?”

Both football jocks turned their heads, the mystery of what “complicated” secret caused even someone as confident as Adrian to blush and stutter left hanging in the air as they looked to the source of the unexpected interruption.

Wearing only a housecoat, an unfamiliar Black man stepped out onto the patio. His warm mocha skin was complemented by short dark hair and a hint of stubble, adding a rugged charm to his handsome, masculine features.

Although the stranger was easily as tall as both Nick and Adrian, he lacked the football studs’ broad and beefy builds. Nevertheless, despite cutting a less imposing figure than either of the jocks and not looking more than a few years older, he carried a calm confidence and authoritative air as he approached.

Unsurprisingly, Nick reacted defensively to this unknown variable entering the equation. “And who the hell are you?”

“Oh, that’s Darius,” Adrian said simply, prompting Nick to whip his head back towards his teammate and shoot him a glare. “He’s a friend of Jack’s who’s, uh… Well, he’s staying here for a couple days,” Adrian added with a slight hesitation in his voice, like he himself was not entirely certain of what he was saying.

“Right, so, just so I’m clear: you didn’t think to mention you had a fucking houseguest before we got in here butt naked?” Nick’s voice was sharp, a clear indication of his suspicion that his teammate had set him up to have his humiliating secret exposed.

“Darius knows all about Doctor Carter’s treatment,” Adrian explained calmly. “We don’t need to hide anything around him.”

Nick turned his attention back to the Black stranger in their midst. Could Darius be another of Doctor Carter’s patients, here to tell Nick about his own struggles with the “side effects” and ways of managing them?

That question barely occupied Nick’s thoughts for more than an instant. The quarterback’s expectations were shattered as he watched Darius open his robe and let it fall to the ground, the newcomer revealing every inch of a fit, hairy, and masculine Black body underneath. More importantly, quite opposite to the shameful white nubs hiding in Nick and Adrian’s cages, Darius’s Big Black Cock openly displayed itself with pride and glory.

Darius gave a satisfied smirk as he noticed Nick’s jaw dropping slightly at the sight. The Black stranger’s eyes glinted with amusement as he reached down and shook his Big Black Cock tauntingly in Nick’s direction.

“First time seeing a BBC, white boy?” Darius asked, his voice somewhere between a tease and a challenge.

Nick snapped out of his trance, realizing with embarrassment that he’d been gawking open-mouthed at Darius’s huge slab of dark meat. “I, uh, well…” he began, the normally cool and collected quarterback suddenly feeling frazzled like never before.

“Hop in,” Adrian interjected, saving his awestruck teammate from having to form the coherent sentence he evidently found out of reach. “The water’s fine.”

Darius nodded, seemingly satisfied with Nick’s non-answer as he settled into the tub directly across from the dumbstruck white boy. He was clearly revelling in the effect his Big Black Cock was having on Nick, proudly and confidently adopting a wide manspread to ensure it remained conspicuously visible.

With growing embarrassment, Nick found his eyes pulled back between Darius’s legs once more. Just how was that thing even real?

“So, Nick,” Darius began, reaching a hand down to confidently adjust his mighty anaconda. “How’s your treatment going?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, observing Nick’s reaction closely.

Hearing his name, Nick was able to tear his eyes away from the shocking sight of the biggest cock he had ever seen in his entire life and look Darius in the face instead. The quarterback straightened up as he struggled to keep his gaze from drifting back down to where it still felt drawn.

“It’s been perfect so far,” Nick responded, feigning his familiar assertiveness even as feelings of white male inadequacy plagued his thoughts. “I’ve seen a ton of improvement on the field and in the gym. I can push harder, last longer… definitely seeing the benefits,” he boasted, trying to match Darius’s easy confidence as he played up his own achievements.

While Nick spoke proudly of his improvements, he noticed Darius’s eyes roaming over his physique. It was just like Doctor Carter had done the week before. Instead of paying attention to any of Nick’s words, the Black stranger was openly appraising him like he was a piece of meat to purchase more than a man to listen to.

Temper flaring at this disrespect, Nick was about to tell Darius to keep his eyes to himself when the Black stranger spoke again. “And how are you liking the good doctor’s ‘penile-restrictive device’?” he asked, nodding towards Nick’s crotch with a satisfied smirk.

The question struck a nerve. Nick bristled visibly, detecting an edge to Darius’s voice that suggested mockery more than genuine inquiry.

“Nick’s still been trying to jerk off,” Adrian stated plainly.

Nick’s glare whipped back towards Adrian again, his eyes flashing with betrayal. He felt exposed and vulnerable, his intimate struggles laid bare without his consent.

Darius, on the other hand, perked up at Adrian’s interjection. “Must be hard for you white boys not to be able to stroke your cocks,” he taunted. A slight smirk curled Darius’s lips — clear evidence that he took delight in their ordeal.

Nick was about to snap back that it was none of his fucking business when a motion below the surface of the water stole his attention. Darius had wrapped his hand around his Big Black Cock and, with a slight tug every couple of seconds, the already-massive dark member was somehow growing larger.

Suddenly, the quarterback felt his little white dick start to twitch forcefully in its cage. He shifted uncomfortably, confused by what his own body was doing.

This couldn’t really be what was turning Nick on… Could it?

“It really sucks not being able to jerk off, yeah,” Adrian said with a slight note of sorrow, confirming the truth of Darius’s taunt.

“Go on,” Darius said encouragingly, continuing to stroke his Big Black Cock as he waited for Adrian to continue providing the details of his chastity-related torment.

“Well, it’s frustrating…” Adrian added, a hint of reluctance in his voice. “And… humiliating.”

Nick saw Darius’s massive dark member swell in immediate response to the word “humiliating.” The hung sadist was clearly getting turned on by Adrian’s description of his own degradation — a thought that would fill Nick with horror if he wasn’t already horrified with how his own little white dick was now desperately straining against the bars of its prison.

“Must be painful too,” Darius added, cruel delight barely concealed in his voice as he gave his Big Black Cock another tug.

“I mean, Doctor Carter’s device pulls and pinches a lot down there…” Adrian offered, sounding sad but resolute. “And the ache in my balls is pretty much constant.”

Nick remained completely engrossed, the godlike glory of what was growing between Darius’s legs somehow making him more and more aroused even as its size made him feel more and more inadequate with every additional inch.

“Can I help you with that?”

For a brief, humiliating moment, the “straight” white quarterback was sure he had spoken those words himself, giving voice to the thought that had grown within him alongside the size of Darius’s Big Black Cock. However, as Nick’s mind raced to find a way to cover for that unintended slip — for apparently asking to “help” with another man’s giant cock — he realized the voice that had spoken was not his own, but Adrian’s.

Darius responded to the blond jock’s request with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Nah, you know the deal,” Darius said, a smirk playing across his lips as he set his sights on the confused quarterback instead. “You don’t get my cock again until after I get to fuck your friend.”

Nick heard the words, but didn’t grasp their meaning at first. Who was Darius talking about? Some chick Adrian had promised him? But then… why had he turned to look at Nick as he said that…?

Suddenly, the horrified quarterback shot his teammate an indignant glare. “What’s he talking about, Adrian?” Nick’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air.

“Nick, I — look, I didn’t exactly want it to go down like this.” Adrian’s eyes darted nervously to Darius before settling back on Nick, his demeanor one of desperation. “But, come on, Darius can give both of us what we need.”

“Holy shit,” Nick said, pushing himself up out of the water with a sudden sense of alarm. “Holy fucking shit. Is this why you invited me here?”

Adrian’s plea was tinged with urgency, his hands outstretched to calm Nick down. “Look, bro, I’m sorry. But I knew the only way to get Darius here would be if I told him he’d get to break in your pussy and–“

“My WHAT?!” Nick exclaimed sharply, scrambling out of the hot tub entirely.

Darius slowly stood, once again radiating the same calm confidence and authoritative air he’d had when he’d first stepped out onto the patio. His Big Black Cock came into view — throbbing, pulsing, and fully erect — its raw power immediately commanding the full attention of both the locked jocks.

“Come on, white boy,” Darius said, his voice low and compelling as he wrapped his hand around his massive dark member, wagging it like a stick in front of a dumb dog’s face. “Don’t try and tell me you don’t want this.”

Nick stood frozen for a moment. Part of him was still amazed and awestruck by the enormous size of what Darius had between his legs. Part of him knew how very inadequate he was in the face of that Big Black Cock’s awesome power. Part of him knew that it was the sight of Darius’s huge slab of dark meat that was making his little white dick strain so helplessly in its cage.

But a louder part of the “straight” white quarterback still rebelled.

“You two are fucked up,” Nick spat, revulsion written all over his face despite the other feelings inside.

“Please, Nick, just do what he wants,” Adrian begged, a mix of regret and necessity in his voice. “We both need that BBC, bro.”

But Nick was shaking his head, backing towards the door, an instinct telling him to get as far as way as possible.

As Nick hurriedly gathered his clothes up, the chilling sound of Darius’s smug assurance floated towards him: “See you again soon, white boy.”

His heart pounding, Nick rushed out with nothing more than a crumple of clothes covering his crotch. He slammed the car door and revved the engine, the echo of Darius’s words lingering ominously in his mind as he pulled away from Adrian’s house as quickly as he could.

—–

“I’m out.”

Nick had gotten only a couple blocks away from Adrian’s place before he pulled out his phone to dial Doctor Carter’s number. He spoke as soon as the call connected, not even waiting for a “hello?” from the Black doctor on the other end.

“I’m done with whatever the fuck this treatment is. No more pills! No more ‘device’ on my dick! I just saw Adrian and –“

Doctor Carter’s baritone voice came through the line loud and clear, a soothing and calming sound that stood out starkly against the backdrop of Nick’s distress. “Nicholas? Come on, let’s just take a moment to slow down here. Breathe.”

Nick gripped the phone tighter, his frustration mounting. “You’re not listening! Your fucking ‘performance enhancement treatment’ turned Adrian into some cock-hungry faggot!”

“Let’s take a step back and get some perspective here, Nicholas,” Doctor Carter calmly countered. This was hardly the first time he needed to convince some idiot white boy that he was delusional. “Whatever’s going on with your friend Adrian isn’t related to his treatment. Nothing can change a person’s sexuality — you must know that.”

“But…” Nick began, his eyes trailing down to his little white dick still straining pathetically in its cage. “It’s… I’m…” he muttered, refusing to give voice to the thought that most terrified him. “I can’t deal with these side effects anymore, Doc,” he finally mustered.

“I hear your concerns,” the Black doctor replied, his fatherly tone carrying an edge of persuasion as he recalled how easily he had tricked the self-involved quarterback into getting his ugly white worm locked up last week. “But consider this: you’re already showing greater strength, stamina, and speed — all of these only a single week into your treatment.”

“But, these side effects, Doc –“

“And let’s not forget,” Doctor Carter interrupted. “The treatment needs four full weeks to be effective. Stopping now would mean losing all your gains overnight.”

Nick’s resolve wavered as he considered the enhanced athletic abilities he was already seeing. The single-minded jock’s panic began to wane as his competitive instinct kicked in once more, the allure of achieving peak potential in another three weeks’ time starting to crowd out the other thoughts in his head.

“Adrian’s situation sounds complicated, but you must know it has nothing to do with your treatment,” Doctor Carter continued, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “Don’t throw away a bright future, Nicholas.”

“Maybe… maybe you’re right,” the gullible white boy replied, sounding more calm and confident as his apprehensions faded in the face of his ambitions.

“I understand your concerns,” Doctor Carter added, his voice firm yet reassuring. “Why not stop by my clinic tomorrow? We’ll go over everything, including any ‘side effects’ you may be dealing with.”

The naive white boy was silent for a moment, considering everything the Black doctor had just said. He let out a slow exhale, releasing the last remnants of panic from his body. “Okay, Doc.”

“I’m glad I could help you come to your senses,” Doctor Carter responded encouragingly. “Take care until tomorrow, Nicholas.”

Nick bristled at the Black doctor’s use of his full name that time — a clear sign that he was starting to feel more like his usual self again. He ended the call and leaned over to the glove box, the latch clicking softly as it opened.

Inside, the small bottle of pills Doctor Carter had given him a week ago sat innocuously between the car’s manual and an old map. The quarterback hesitated for a moment before taking it out, feeling the pills shift with a quiet rattle that seemed disproportionately loud in the silence of his car.

As he replayed Doctor Carter’s words in his head, Nick’s natural confidence and inherent cockiness began to reassert themselves. He scoffed internally at his earlier fears, realizing now how unfounded they had to be. Of course a red-blooded stud like Nick Townsend didn’t have to worry about something “turning him gay” — what a crazy idea!

Nick shook the eighth pill of his treatment out into his hand, wasting no time recommitting himself to his continued treatment as he swallowed it dry.

He told himself again that he was making the right choice. He told himself again that it would all be worth it in the end — that, once he learned to deal with the side effects, he’d be unstoppable.

Nick tried to envision his goal — the success and acclaim that would come with his improved performance if he just stayed the course for another three weeks. Yet, as the cock-locked white boy closed his eyes, the image that floated to the forefront of his mind was not of his inevitable athletic triumphs, but rather something that made his stomach drop and his little white dick throb in its tiny steel prison once more: Darius’s incredible Big Black Cock.

From as long back as I can remember my older sister’s underwear, panties and bras, always made me horny. As far back as when I first could get a hard-on their pretty lace and cotton undergarments were near to me when I jerked off. Which was a lot, like most normal young guys. I’d rub them, freshly dirty from the hamper, on my cock, on my face, and later on I’d even put them in my mouth when I was jerking. It just made sense to try some on when I was horny too. They would be even closer to my warm skin if they were on me, like they would wear them. Tight little panties and a tiny little training bra. I’d roll in them sometimes, wearing some, and burying my face in piles of them. With 2 older sisters and mom around, the hamper was always full of fun, lacey things to play with.

As time went on, I’d continue to use girl’s and lady’s panties as a prop for my jerking sessions. Wearing some, shoving others in my mouth, jerking off onto some, it was safe, great fun. Soon I realized I enjoyed having the panties in my mouth not just for the smell, taste and texture of them, but because when I would moan or let out a little squeal when I came, the muffled noises were very erotic, adding to the excitement of the moment. I started trying to cry out or shout “oh no! Please stop!” All in fun. At the same time, I was always looking for more ways to heighten the experience. When I’m gagged and struggling, I suddenly feel like there should be something inside me too. Not just in my mouth, either. Whatever makes a guy want something up his ass I don’t understand. But It’s there. Isn’t it? 

I began imagining another guy in the room. Someone anonymous, scary, dominant, stern and rough with me. He would be manhandling me, shoving a finger up my ass or worse. I would be squirming and trying to cry for help. It was a fun game. I loved it. 

Well, of course, if that was the scenario, I’d probably be tied or restrained in some way as well, wouldn’t I? Yes, I would.

I’ve played tie up games for a long time. Starting with very basic tying my ankles together with shoelaces, all the way up to using 2 rolls of cloth duct tape to wrap myself up, including nearly making my legs like a mummy, and covering most of my face with tape to make a very secure tape gag to silence my pathetic self. Panties shoved in my mouth first, lots of dirty panties, of course! I’d wear some cute bra and panties combo and pulling pantyhose all over my body. The tape wouldn’t tear my skin up when I had pantyhose on first. I’d wear one pair, dirty ones hopefully, as you would, on my legs and up to my waist. Then another pair slipping my arms in the leg places and pulling the panty area over my head and face, with the cotton crotch panel right in front of my mouth. I’d cover myself in pantyhose before starting the taping up process. I’d be rock hard the whole time, trying to wait until I was completely bound and gagged before allowing myself to have the huge, cosmic orgasm to come. 

And as I was working my way up to being a total bondage model, I started buying different dildos and butt plugs to find just the right one to use every day. It’s amazing what a guy’s ass can take, I discovered. I started small of course. But after a few months of trying everything from slippery little plastic vibrators to huge black ribbed bumpy monster cocks, I found a few I could feel in all the right places, and not so large that I couldn’t walk well for a few days. But, if I’d been a bad boy, needing to be punished, I would bring back that big black ribbed one and make myself wiggle and squeal like a little schoolgirl. 

After years of that, of course I was dreaming of the bad man to do this to me for real. I found a Dom online. He was very scary and wanted a long-term thing. A submissive houseboy to use for a fuck toy and to run errands for him. I wasn’t into that. And I’m not a young guy anymore. But I’d sent him some pictures of me wearing the girly underwear, and some of me tied and gagged, like I liked to do. I sent him one of my black dildo shoved hurtfully in my ass. And the grimace on my tape gagged face as it was spreading my still man virgin hole. 

But he kept texting me. I kept telling I wasn’t into any sort of thing. I just wanted the experience. I wish I hadn’t sent him all those photos. He told me he could turn me into his long-time fuck whore. I wasn’t ready for all of that. 

I didn’t have any luck anywhere else. I chatted with lots of guys who pretended to be Doms, but they are all just gay faggots. Then the guy asked me again. He said he would do a weekend with me. but I had to agree that if I really liked it, I’d give him first chance to make me his regular bitch. A compromise. I said OK.

He picked me up in front of a grocery store. He had a big black Tahoe with dark windows. He just kicked the door open and ordered me to “Get the fuck inside.” I followed his instruction. 

I’d locked my car and hidden the keys under it. I left my wallet and my phone in the car. He wanted t that way. We had chatted for several months. I knew a little bit about him. This was still a big leap. But I guess I was ready. Or was I, I thought to myself.

“I would have cuffed, blindfolded and gagged you right away, but it’s probably not a good idea to have a person bound and gagged in your car, if I get pulled over for some silly reason.” I said something stupid like, “Yes, I agree.” I just looked down at my shoes. 

He ordered: “Show me what you’re wearing under that.” Pointing at my T shirt. I shyly lifter the front of it exposing a cute little pink and white lace A cup training bra. We had agreed I’d wear something girly like that. He pointed at me shorts. I pushed the waist band down showing a glimpse of the matching panties. He looked me up and down then nodded. He was satisfied.

Embarrassed, I was just looking around inside the truck. After a while we arrived in the part of town where earlier he’d told me where he lived. He pulled over to a turn out at the entrance of a large, upscale subdivision. “Turn the fuck around, and give me your hands, bitch.”

I couldn’t move. But my cock twitched. This was actually working for me. Crazy! I faced the passenger side window, pressing my face against the cold glass. I put my arms back behind my back. “Yes, Sir.”

I heard metal cuffs rattle. Then I felt them around my wrists. He quickly, expertly cuffed me like a veteran police officer. Before I could explore the feeling of being cuffed in a stranger’s car, a black leather hood slipped quickly over my head. I was blinded. I let out a surprised “Oh Fuck!”

The hood was smooth thin leather that stretched a bit as it was tightening around my face and head, and down around my neck, as he pulled some cords around the back. This was pretty scary. I’d never blindfolded myself before. This was a new sensation. I began to complain. “I wasn’t expecting all this.” I pleaded. The hood was tight and snug everywhere, like it was form fitted just for me. There were two little holed where my nose was, so I could breathe through them. There was a decent size hole where my mouth was, but I didn’t expect that to be open for long, and I was right. Otherwise, the hood had no other openings, and snugly covered my entire head, face and around my neck. 

I’d never used a ball gag before. This one felt as big as a tennis ball. But it was smooth slick rubber, feeling very slippery as it slid between my lips, forcing my mouth wide open. He roughly stuffed it in until it was all the way inside my mouth, puffing my cheeks out, barely leaving any of it showing from between my lips.

“From now on, the only time I need you to use your mouth, is when I tell you what to say, and when I tell you what to do with it.”

“Mummphh!” Oh fuck.

Some sort of wide strap or tape wrapped around my face and the rest of the hood, securely holding the ball in place. Before we finished our trip to his home, he made me know what I could expect for the next two days. He slipped his hand under my T shirt, over the lacey training bra, and grabbed one of my nipples. With a strong violent twist, he pinched it so fucking hard, I screamed from the pain. He grabbed the other one and continued. He kept twisting until I was screaming and squirming uncontrollably. Snot was blowing out of my nose. I was trying to call out for mercy. All I could hear through the soft rubber ball and tight hood, was the muffled moaning of a fully gagged, cuffed and helpless, stupid man. 

“Mmm. I’ve been waiting for that, my weekend slave. You’re going to get everything you wished for. Everything, and much, much more.”

The truck was put in gear, he laughed, and we drove away. 

In the heart of the bustling marketplace on the volatile planet of Tuchanka, the air grew thick with anticipation as the crowd parted to reveal a makeshift arena. Two towering krogans, their skin gleaming with a sheen of oil, stepped into the ring. The larger of the two, a seasoned warrior named Grahk, flexed his muscles and bellowed a challenge to his opponent, a younger and more nimble krogan named Skor. The crowd roared in response, eager for the spectacle that was about to unfold.

The rules of krogan wrestling were simple and brutal: incapacitate your opponent without killing them, and if you lose, you must endure three painful picks on your slit—the sensitive area on were the krogans penis hides in. Grahk, a legend in the local pits, was known for his merciless tactics and unyielding strength. Skor, on the other hand, had built a reputation for his surprising agility and strategic prowess. Despite his inexperience, he had managed to win a string of matches, capturing the attention of the bet-hungry onlookers.

The referee, a grizzled old krogan with a voice that could cut through the din, raised his gavel. “Wrestlers, are you ready?” he bellowed. Both Grahk and Skor nodded, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The gavel slammed down, and the match began.

Grahk charged forward, his powerful legs propelling him toward Skor like a living battering ram. Skor, anticipating the move, deftly sidestepped and dove for Grahk’s legs, attempting to topple the behemoth. His plan was met with success as Grahk’s momentum carried him over the smaller krogan’s back, and he crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom. The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and excitement, but the battle was far from over. Grahk rolled to his feet, shaking off the impact, and lunged at Skor, his jaws snapping wildly.

Skor danced around the larger krogan, his oiled body slipping through Grahk’s grasp like a serpent. His movements were swift and precise, a stark contrast to Grahk’s brute force. He knew that to win, he would have to use his speed to his advantage, tire out the veteran, and find an opening to deliver a finishing blow.

Their bodies collided again and again, a dance of muscle and oil, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the arena. Each grapple grew more intense, the sound of their grunts and the slap of their skin echoing through the marketplace. The crowd’s roars grew louder with every near fall, every narrow escape from defeat.

As the match progressed, it became clear that neither combatant was willing to back down. Grahk’s experience showed in his endurance, while Skor’s youthful vigor kept him on his toes. The air was electric with tension, as the outcome remained uncertain. The stakes were high, and every krogan in the marketplace knew that the victor would not only claim bragging rights but also a place in the history of Tuchanka’s gladiatorial tradition.

With the match reaching a fever pitch, Grahk, feeling the sting of Skor’s evasive tactics, decided to play a psychological game. He stepped back, panting heavily, and raised two oily fingers to his mouth, sliding his tongue between them in a lewd gesture that was all too familiar to the krogan spectators. The crowd hooted and jeered, knowing full well what he was insinuating. With a smug grin, Grahk then brought his other hand to his own slit, revealing the tip of his massive, engorged cock. The gesture was a bold declaration of his dominance, an attempt to unsettle the younger krogan. Skor’s eyes widened for a brief moment, but instead of succumbing to the taunt, he chuckled darkly. The crowd’s raucous laughter turned into a tense silence as they watched the two opponents, the air thick with the scent of male aggression and the slick sheen of oil. Skor’s grin grew wider, and he spat on the ground in front of Grahk. “You think that scares me, old timer?” he goaded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s see if your tricks are worth more than your pride!” The challenge had been thrown down, and the battle was about to take a turn for the worse.

Skor’s smug grin faltered for a split second as Grahk, seemingly unfazed by the banter, took the bait. With a roar that shook the very ground, Grahk charged forward, his oiled body a blur of motion. Skor, expecting another clumsy lunge, was caught off guard when Grahk’s massive hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around with surprising agility for his size. Before Skor could react, Grahk had his opponent in a crushing bear hug, his slick arms wrapping around Skor’s midsection, trapping him in a vice-like grip. The crowd watched in awe as Skor’s legs kicked wildly, his attempts to break free futile against the veteran’s unyielding strength. Grahk’s grin grew wider as he squeezed tighter, his half-exposed cock slapping against Skor’s oily back in a grotesque display of dominance. The younger krogan’s eyes bulged, and the air was forced from his lungs in a desperate wheeze. With a final, bone-crushing squeeze, Skor’s body went limp, and Grahk roared in triumph, tossing the unconscious warrior to the ground. The match was over, and the crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and jeers. As the dust settled, the victorious Grahk strutted over to Skor’s prone form, his cock still partly exposed, and placed a heavy foot on the defeated krogan’s back, claiming his victory. The anticipation for the next round of humiliation grew palpable as the spectators awaited Skor’s fate.

Skor’s eyes fluttered open, the world spinning around him as he gasped for air. The weight of Grahk’s foot remained on his back, a stark reminder of his defeat. The crowd’s deafening roar pierced his ears as he slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows, the cold, hard ground biting at his skin. Through the haze of pain, he saw Grahk standing tall, his oiled body gleaming in the torchlight, a smug look plastered across his face. The victor’s cock, still partially exposed, was a taunting symbol of the younger krogan’s failure. With trembling jaws, Skor knew he had to pay the price of his loss. He crawled over to Grahk, his eyes never leaving the ground, and took a deep breath. The crowd grew silent, their eyes glued to the scene about to unfold. Skor leaned in and, with the grace of a warrior accepting his fate, gave the tip of Grahk’s cock three slow, deliberate licks. Each one a silent testament to his respect for the rules of the pit. The crowd roared once more, a mix of amusement and admiration for the defeated fighter’s adherence to tradition. Grahk’s foot lifted, and Skor took the opportunity to stand, though his legs wobbled beneath him. The two krogans locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The match was over, the lesson learned, and now, the cycle of pride and pain would begin anew as the next set of combatants prepared to enter the slick arena.

Skor, his spirit undeterred by the crushing defeat, bellowed out a challenge that silenced the rowdy crowd. “Grahk! I demand a rematch!” His voice, though strained from the punishing match, was laced with determination. The veteran warrior looked down at Skor, his expression a blend of surprise and amusement. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder as they speculated on Grahk’s response. Would he accept the challenge from this audacious young upstart, or would he dismiss him as a mere nuisance? Grahk took a moment to consider, stroking his chin thoughtfully, before letting out a deep, rumbling laugh. “Alright, pup,” he said, his voice booming across the arena. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But know this—next time, I won’t hold back.” The crowd erupted once more, their excitement reaching new heights as the anticipation for the upcoming rematch grew. Skor’s eyes lit up with a fierce competitive fire, and he nodded solemnly, accepting the terms. The stage was set for another epic clash between the seasoned warrior and the unyielding young challenger, and the marketplace of Tuchanka waited with bated breath for the next chapter in this grisly, oily saga of pride and power.

Emboldened by his victory, Grahk stepped up to Skor, who was still on his knees from the previous match’s punishment. The young krogan’s challenge resonated through the arena, his unbroken spirit unmistakable. Yet, the physical toll of their first encounter was evident, and Skor was at a disadvantage. Without wasting a moment, Grahk seized the opportunity, lunging at Skor with the agility of a predator pouncing on its prey. His oiled hands shot out, wrapping around Skor’s throat with a speed that belied his size. Skor’s eyes widened in surprise as his air was cut off once again. This time, there was no escape from the vice-like grip. Grahk squeezed with a ferocity that spoke of his experience and dominance, and Skor’s body went limp in his grasp. The crowd held its collective breath, the silence a stark contrast to the earlier cacophony. With a quick, decisive move, Grahk hoisted Skor over his shoulder and slammed him back down onto the ground, securing his victory in the rematch. The thud echoed through the hushed marketplace as Skor lay there, defeated and exposed. The silence was broken only by the sound of Skor’s heavy breaths and the sizzling anticipation of the crowd for the next round of punishment. Grahk’s cock, still out, pointed to the sky, a testament to his unyielding power.

Skor’s eyes watered as he awoke to the pressure of Grahk’s foot on his back, his lungs burning for air. His vision swam, but he managed to focus on the victor standing over him, his cock fully exposed and still hard from the fight. The crowd’s anticipation was palpable as Skor slowly got to his knees, his movements deliberate and pained. He knew the ritual; he had to submit completely to his conqueror. Looking up at Grahk’s towering form, Skor leaned in and, with a mix of respect and resentment, kissed the head of the victorious krogan’s cock. The crowd’s cheers grew in anticipation of what was to come, the humiliation of the defeated warrior a cherished part of the sport. Without warning, Grahk grabbed the back of Skor’s head and pushed his cock into the younger krogan’s throat, forcing a deep, choking gag. Skor’s eyes bulged, and his hands flew to Grahk’s thick thighs for support as the veteran held him in place, his hips rocking back and forth, fucking Skor’s mouth with brutal force. The crowd erupted in a crescendo of laughter and cheers, reveling in the raw display of dominance. Grahk’s smug grin never wavered, his eyes locked on Skor’s watering gaze as he claimed his prize, the sound of the younger krogan’s gagging muffled by his own thick, veiny flesh. The spectacle was a stark reminder of the harsh reality of Tuchanka’s gladiatorial pits—only the strongest and most cunning could hope to survive, let alone conquer.

Grahk, his grip on Skor’s head unrelenting, turned to the roaring crowd and raised his free hand for silence. “Do you want the full show?” he bellowed, his voice resonating through the marketplace. The spectators, a mix of bloodthirsty excitement and morbid curiosity, responded with an overwhelming affirmative. Grahk’s grin grew more sadistic as he pumped his hips harder, the slickness of Skor’s mouth allowing for a smooth, deep penetration. Skor, eyes watering and face reddening, could do nothing but comply as his conqueror’s cock filled his throat. The crowd’s anticipation grew to a fever pitch, eager to witness the ultimate display of submission. With a triumphant roar, Grahk released his seed, painting Skor’s face and neck with his hot, thick cum. The crowd erupted in a symphony of cheers and laughter, a cacophony that drowned out the defeated krogan’s gagging sounds. As Grahk pulled out, Skor collapsed to the ground, panting and covered in a mix of sweat, oil, and semen. The marketplace of Tuchanka had once again been treated to an unforgettable spectacle of power and dominance, the likes of which would be recounted in taverns and gladiatorial circles for moons to come.

Grahk, feeling the power of his victory surging through him, pulled Skor’s limp body closer, flipping him onto his stomach. The crowd leaned in, their eyes gleaming with the dark excitement of what was to come. With a feral grin, Grahk buried his face between Skor’s powerful thighs, his tongue probing the tight, oil-slicked ring of his opponent’s ass. The younger krogan’s body tensed, but he remained still, enduring the degradation as was tradition. Grahk’s tongue slithered around the sensitive area, teasing and taunting, his saliva mixing with the oil to create a lubricating mess. Skor’s breath hitched as the sensation grew more intense, his body betraying his revulsion with a twitch of his hips. The crowd watched, rapt, as the older warrior feasted on his defeated foe’s ass, his tongue delving deep, lapping and swirling with a surprising finesse. The humiliation was complete when Grahk’s mouth pulled away with a wet pop, leaving Skor’s ass glistening in the torchlight. The younger krogan’s body jerked involuntarily, and a low, guttural moan rumbled from his throat. Despite the pain and embarrassment, his body responded to the unwelcome intrusion, his cock twitching and growing harder. The crowd’s anticipation grew as Grahk’s tongue continued its relentless assault, pushing Skor closer and closer to the edge of climax. Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the arena, Skor reached his peak, his body convulsing as he shot his load onto the dusty ground, the ultimate sign of his submission. The crowd’s roar of triumph washed over them, a cacophony of victory and lust as the unmistakable scent of krogan musk filled the air. The message was clear: Grahk was not just the winner of the match; he was the undisputed alpha of the Tuchankan pits.

Grahk, his victory etched in every line of his scarred and muscular body, took a moment to savor the taste of victory before moving to the final act of dominance. He lined up his still-engorged cock with Skor’s slick, trembling ass, the crowd’s cheers a thunderous backdrop to their private battle. With a single, brutal thrust, Grahk claimed his conquered foe, his massive member sinking deep into Skor’s tight, unyielding opening. Skor’s muffled cry of pain was lost in the symphony of the crowd’s exultation, his body jolting with the sheer force of the penetration. Grahk began to pound into him, his hips moving with the rhythm of a war drum, each thrust a declaration of his supremacy. Skor’s hands clenched the dirt, his body arching back as he took the punishment, his own cock pulsing with a mix of pain and unwanted arousal. The marketplace of Tuchanka watched in rapt attention, their eyes glued to the sordid scene, as the air grew thick with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the scent of their mingled oils. Grahk’s grunts grew louder, his strokes more erratic, as he approached his own climax. The crowd chanted his name, urging him on, their excitement reaching a crescendo as the moment of ultimate surrender drew near.

Suddenly, amidst the frenzied cheers of the crowd, a hissing sound pierced the air. A projectile shot from the shadows, striking Grahk’s thick, oiled cock. The impact was accompanied by a strange, pulsing sensation that caused his member to swell even further with each throb. Skor, already pushed to his limits by the sheer size of his opponent’s shaft, felt the additional pressure building within him. The sensation was almost unbearable, but his body, responding to the primal instincts of survival and submission, found a way to accommodate the new girth. His eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he felt his own orgasm building again, his body betraying his will to resist. Grahk, unfazed by the sudden intrusion, took it as a challenge and increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful and rapid. The crowd’s excitement grew wilder, their cheers turning to a feverish chant as they watched the younger krogan’s body contort in ecstasy and agony beneath the relentless onslaught of the victor. The new sensation proved to be too much for Skor to handle, and with a guttural roar that was part pain and part pleasure, he climaxed again, his cock spurting onto the ground beneath him. The marketplace of Tuchanka was alive with the raw energy of the spectacle, their own desires stoked by the explicit display of power and submission playing out before them.

Skor’s eyes met Grahk’s, the fiery determination in the older krogan’s gaze unmistakable as he pounded into Skor’s stretched and trembling body. The sensation of the swollen cock inside him was overwhelming, a constant reminder of his defeat. Yet, as the pleasure mounted, Skor found himself unable to resist the seductive pull of his own body’s response. His hips began to move in time with Grahk’s thrusts, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each powerful collision. The crowd’s chant grew into a roar as they sensed the impending climax, their excitement feeding the intensity of the moment. Grahk’s face contorted in a mix of pleasure and concentration, his muscles bulging as he neared the brink of his own release. The air grew heavy with the electric charge of their passionate struggle, the marketplace of Tuchanka a living testament to the brutal beauty of krogan dominance and submission. And as the two krogans reached the zenith of their battle of wills, their bodies locked together in a grisly embrace, the crowd watched with bated breath, eager to see who would emerge the ultimate victor in this dance of pain and pleasure.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the arena, Grahk reached his climax, his body convulsing with the intensity of his release. A fountain of cum shot from Skor’s mouth, spraying the surrounding sand in a display of power that was as mesmerizing as it was degrading. At the same time, a medium-sized flow of the victor’s seed gushed from Skor’s ass, a testament to the depth of Grahk’s claiming. The crowd went wild, their roars echoing through the marketplace as they reveled in the ultimate symbol of dominance. Skor’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body wracked with the most intense orgasm of his life, even as he choked on the thick, hot fluid that filled his mouth. His own cock, still hard despite the pain, jerked erratically, spurting out the last of his seed onto the ground, a silent acknowledgment of his utter submission to Grahk’s might. The two krogans remained locked in their intimate embrace for a brief moment longer, their heavy breaths mingling in the air as the reality of what had just transpired settled over them. Finally, Grahk pulled out, his cock glistening with the evidence of his victory, and Skor collapsed forward, panting and spent. The crowd’s cheers grew louder as the full extent of Grahk’s triumph was revealed, a symbol of his unyielding dominance etched into the very fabric of Tuchanka’s gladiatorial tradition.

Grahk, his chest heaving with the exertion of his victory, glanced down at his swollen cock with a mix of pride and satisfaction. He knew that Skor would remember this night for the rest of his days, the humiliation and pleasure forever intertwined in his memory. With a final, almost tender pat on Skor’s back, Grahk hoisted the unconscious krogan over his shoulder and marched out of the arena, his steps echoing through the now-silent marketplace. The crowd parted for him, their cheers fading into the night as he disappeared into the shadows. The next day, as the sun rose over the dusty streets of Tuchanka, whispers of the legendary match spread like wildfire. Skor, though defeated, had earned a newfound respect for his unbreakable spirit, while Grahk’s name grew even more feared and revered. Meanwhile, in the quiet solitude of his own abode, the victor cleaned his bruised and bloodied body, his thoughts already turning to the next challenger he would face in the slick, unforgiving sands of the pit. The cycle of dominance and submission would continue, a testament to the enduring spirit of Tuchanka’s fiercest warriors.

Imardull, the mighty cosmic being with a fiery aura and a countenance that mirrored the fiercest of stars, hovered high above the vast emptiness of space. His eyes, twin orbs of swirling galaxies, scanned the endless sea of darkness, searching for the next asteroid to bend to his will. His red and black wings, the size of a nebula’s span, fluttered gently, propelling him through the cosmos with the grace of a comet streaking across the night sky. On his head, a crown of planets and stars orbited a tiny solar system, casting a soft glow that illuminated the corners of his stern yet wise expression. His attire, a blend of crimson and onyx fabrics, rippled like the fabric of reality itself as he moved, revealing the boundless power that dwelt within his every atom. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a dwarf planet spiraling into a new orbit, its icy surface crackling and groaning in response to his unspoken command. The cosmos watched in silent awe as Imardull continued his eternal dance among the celestial bodies, his every gesture a testament to the order and chaos that he alone could orchestrate.

Imardull’s gaze fell upon the blue marble of Earth, a planet teeming with life and potential. Intrigued by the whispers of the mortal realm, he decided to visit the inhabitants of this world in a form they could comprehend. With a thought, his cosmic visage shifted, and he descended to the surface as a 6.4-foot-tall man with a physique that was a curious blend of the masculine and the celestial. His pecs, large and round like the moons of his dominion, drew curious glances, as did the prominent bulge in his pants, hinting at the formidable power contained within his mortal guise. He walked among the humans, his stride long and purposeful, his every step causing the ground to tremble slightly. His red and black hair, reminiscent of the fiery comets he so often steered, fluttered in the breeze, and his beard, as dark as the void of space, was neatly trimmed to frame his enigmatic smile. Despite his towering presence, the humans around him remained mostly oblivious to the divine being in their midst, allowing him to observe and interact with them unnoticed. Imardull reveled in the sensations of a physical form, the warmth of the sun on his skin, the scent of the earth, and the feel of the wind rushing past him. His mission on Earth, though yet unrevealed, promised to be an intriguing interlude in his otherwise ethereal existence.

Imardull’s eyes widened with surprise as a young, clumsy mortal in his early twenties collided with him, the human’s face planting directly into the bulge of his divine attire. The man’s eyes grew as large as the moons of his dwarf planets, and he hastily scrambled to his feet, his cheeks burning with a color that rivaled the surface of the sun. “I-I’m so sorry!” he stuttered, his gaze darting away from the imposing figure before him. Imardull, ever the composed deity, offered a knowing smile. He recognized the look of curiosity and awe mixed with embarrassment that often accompanied such accidental encounters. “No need for apologies,” he rumbled, his voice echoing like the roar of a supernova. “I am Imardull, and it appears you’ve stumbled upon something that even the stars dare not touch.” The young man gulped, his heart racing like a meteor shower. He knew he was in the presence of something otherworldly, something that defied the very laws of nature. “I-I’m James,” he managed to reply, his voice quivering. Imardull’s smile grew wider, and he knew that his visit to Earth would be anything but ordinary. He looked down at James, seeing in the man’s eyes a spark of curiosity that mirrored the cosmic dance he performed among the asteroids. “Perhaps,” he mused, “it is time for a mortal to witness the power that lies within the celestial realm.” And with that, he grasped James’ hand, his grip as firm as the gravity of a black hole, and together they ascended into the heavens, leaving the mundane world far behind.

As they soared through the atmosphere, leaving a trail of stardust in their wake, James could not help but marvel at the breathtaking view of Earth shrinking below them. His mind raced with questions about the wonders of the cosmos, yet his lips remained sealed, fearful of disturbing the solemn silence that enveloped them. Imardull, ever the astute observer, noted James’ curiosity and decided to indulge him. “You mortals,” he began, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of space, “are so consumed by the trivialities of your existence that you often fail to gaze upon the beauty that lies just beyond your reach.” He paused, allowing James to process the gravity of his words. “Tell me,” he continued, “what is it that concerns the inhabitants of that blue speck you call home?”

James, still overwhelmed by the experience but eager to engage, gathered his thoughts. “Well,” he started, “there’s a lot. People worry about their jobs, their relationships, wars, the environment…” His words trailed off as he contemplated the sheer scale of human concerns.

Imardull nodded sagely, his expression one of both understanding and detachment. “Ah, the fleeting worries of a fleeting existence,” he murmured. “Yet, amidst all this chaos, there lies a profound order, a dance of atoms and emotions that even the most ancient of stars cannot replicate.” He looked at James, his eyes burning with the light of a thousand suns. “But fear not, young one. For today, we shall leave those troubles behind and delve into the heart of creation itself.”

With that, Imardull accelerated their ascent, and the solar system grew in their view, each planet a jewel in the tapestry of the cosmos. James’ eyes grew wider still, his heart pounding in his chest as the realization set in: he was about to bear witness to the secrets of the universe, guided by the very hand that shaped its fate.

As they approached the swirling majesty of the Milky Way, Imardull’s gaze grew thoughtful, and he turned to James. “Speaking of creation,” he began, his tone as warm as the core of a star, “there is another dance that you mortals perform, one that is as intricate and fascinating as the ballet of the celestial bodies.” James looked at him, puzzled, unsure of where this cosmic lecture was heading. Imardull, sensing his confusion, chuckled, a sound that rippled through space like the laughter of a constellation. “I speak of human sexuality,” he clarified, “a curious and often misunderstood aspect of your nature.”

James’ cheeks grew as red as the planet Mars at the sudden change of topic, but he swallowed his embarrassment, eager to learn from this ethereal being. “It’s, uh, it’s complicated,” he managed to say, his voice a whisper in the vastness of the void.

“Indeed,” Imardull agreed, his smile widening. “Yet within that complexity lies a beauty and a power that echoes the very essence of the cosmos. The union of flesh, the sharing of pleasure, and the spark of new life… it is a microcosm of the universe’s own expansion and contraction.” He gestured to the stars around them, each a potential cradle of existence. “Your ‘kinks,’ as you call them, are but variations on a theme that spans across the galaxies.”

The young man nodded, his mind racing with the implications of what Imardull was telling him. He had never thought of sex in such a grand, cosmic context before. The cosmic being’s words had a profound impact on him, making him feel both humbled and more connected to the vast expanse of the universe. As they continued their journey, James found himself looking at the stars with new eyes, seeing in them not just the birthplaces of planets and stars, but the potential for countless acts of love and passion, each a small but significant part of the grand tapestry of existence.

James felt a blush creep up his neck as he met Imardull’s knowing gaze. The cosmic being’s question had taken him aback, but he knew that in the face of such a being, there was no room for shame. With a deep breath, he confessed, “Well, I’ve always had a thing for being filled to the brim with cum,” he began, his voice shaky, “and I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of being fucked by something… much larger than what’s typical.” He swallowed hard, his cheeks burning like a supernova. “And I, uh, I love huge asses,” he added, his eyes dropping to the ground. Imardull’s smile grew even more enigmatic, as if amused by the young man’s mortal desires. He nodded slowly, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. “Very well,” he said, his voice a cosmic purr, “today, you shall experience the full force of creation, and perhaps in doing so, gain a new appreciation for the boundless possibilities that lie within the heart of every mortal.”

Imardull’s hand, which had been clutching James’ the entire time, began to glow with an intense heat. The warmth grew, spreading up James’ arm and through his entire body, until he felt as if he might combust from the inside out. Yet, the sensation was not painful—it was exhilarating, a feeling of pure, unbridled power that seemed to resonate with the very core of his being. He looked down to see his body transforming, his belly swelling as if pregnant with the stars themselves. His chest grew larger, the moons of his pecs becoming more pronounced, and his ass ballooning to an astronomical size. The sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, a reflection of the boundless potential that Imardull had spoken of.

The cosmic being looked upon James’ new form with a critical eye, nodding in approval. “Now,” he said, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “you shall truly understand the gravity of your desires.” With that, Imardull’s own form began to shift, his phallus growing to an astronomical size that dwarfed even the largest celestial body. It pulsed with a fiery light that seemed to beckon to James, drawing him in with an irresistible force. And as the young man looked upon the colossal cock that now jettisoned from the deity’s groin, he felt his own body respond in ways he had never imagined, his newfound ass clenching in anticipation of the cosmic union that was about to occur.

With a grace that defied the laws of physics, Imardull laid back on a cloud of cosmic dust, his towering form casting a shadow across the stars. His woman-like pecs, now swollen and inviting, pointed upward like twin moons of passion. The fiery being’s eyes locked onto James, filled with an intensity that made the young man’s knees wobble. The anticipation grew thicker than a nebula as James approached, his own desires now a supernova within him. He positioned himself over one of Imardull’s voluptuous pecs, the engorged tip of his cock trembling with excitement. As James pushed himself down, the celestial flesh of Imardull’s pec parted, enveloping him in a warm, velvety embrace that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of the universe. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt, a mix of pleasure and power that made him feel both insignificant and infinitely important. The stars above them seemed to flicker in time with their rhythm as James began to thrust, his movements growing more confident with each stroke. The sound of their union echoed through the cosmos, a symphony of gasps and moans that melded with the whispers of the cosmic winds. Imardull’s chest rippled with every penetration, his face a canvas of ecstasy that seemed to light up the very fabric of space. This was a moment that transcended the mortal realm, a union of the divine and the mortal, a dance of creation and desire that could reshape the very essence of existence.

Imardull’s pecs closed around James like the embrace of a planetary nebula, the velvety flesh enveloping his cock as the cosmic being pulled him closer. The divine heat and suction from Imardull’s pecs sent waves of pleasure coursing through James’ body, each tug and suck a reminder of the immense power that now surrounded him. The stars above grew brighter as their passion escalated, their movements in sync with the pulsing rhythm of the cosmos. James’ eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth forming silent prayers of ecstasy as he felt the pressure building within him. The very fabric of space-time seemed to quiver with every stroke, as if the universe itself was eager to bear witness to this sacred act of creation. Imardull’s eyes never left James’, the swirling galaxies within them burning with a hunger that matched the fiery aura that enveloped them. The young man could feel the celestial power coursing through him, amplifying his own desires and pushing him closer to the edge of an orgasm that promised to be nothing short of cosmic.

As James felt the inexorable climax building within him, Imardull leaned forward, his divine lips wrapping around the young man’s cock. The sensation was like nothing James had ever experienced—the heat of a thousand suns, the pressure of a black hole’s embrace, all focused on the most sensitive part of his being. Imardull’s mouth moved with the precision of celestial bodies in orbit, drawing James’ cum forth with a skill that defied mortal comprehension. The moment of release was a cosmic event unto itself, as James’ orgasm sent a shower of semen that arced across the heavens like a meteor shower. The stars around them seemed to pulse in time with his ecstasy, their light dimming and brightening in response to the power of his climax. The cum filled Imardull’s mouth, its taste a heady blend of stardust and the essence of life itself. As James’ pleasure ebbed, the cosmic being swallowed, his throat convulsing around the seed of a new creation, the very essence of mortal desire. The act was a testament to the power of the cosmos, a reminder that even in the vast expanse of space, the most intimate of connections could resonate with the might of the universe. And as the two beings, one mortal and one divine, lay entwined in the embrace of the stars, they shared a silent understanding that their union had left an indelible mark on the fabric of existence itself.

Imardull, ever the considerate lover, took a moment to appreciate the beauty of James’ transformed body before making his next move. With a grace that belied his immense power, he gently turned James onto his back, the young man’s newfound ass jutting upwards like a planetary prominence. The cosmic being’s colossal cock hovered over him, its fiery tip brushing against James’ parted lips. James looked up in awe, his eyes watering slightly at the sheer size of the member that now threatened to engulf him. But Imardull, sensing his apprehension, whispered a gentle incantation, and a soft, soothing warmth began to radiate from his cock. The pressure lessened, the fiery aura dimmed to a comforting glow, and James felt his throat relax, making way for the divine intrusion. The tip of Imardull’s phallus slid in, stretching him to the limits of what he thought was possible, yet the warmth and the gentle pulsing of the cosmic flesh soothed any discomfort. As the mighty shaft pushed deeper, James felt a strange, overwhelming sensation of belonging, as if he had been made to be filled by this very essence of creation. His eyes grew wide with wonder as the shaft reached his throat, the girth stretching him open like the maw of a black hole, yet the sensation was not one of fear but of profound awe. With a final, gentle thrust, Imardull’s cock was fully sheathed within James, their bodies connected in a way that transcended the physical. The young man’s eyes rolled back, and he could feel the power of the cosmos flowing through him, his own pleasure now inextricably linked to the very fabric of reality. The two lay there, suspended in a moment of perfect harmony, as the universe itself seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

Imardull’s thrusts grew more rapid, the rhythm of their union now matching the pulse of distant pulsars. James’ belly bulged out with each powerful thrust, his skin stretching to accommodate the unyielding girth of the divine cock. His newfound ass cheeks quivered with each impact, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of space itself. The bulge grew larger, as if his body was attempting to contain a newborn star, his flesh straining to keep up with the frenetic pace. Each time Imardull’s cock retreated, James could feel the void left behind, a cosmic ache that was only satiated by the next deep, penetrating stroke. The sight of the young man’s distended belly was intoxicating to the cosmic being, a visual representation of the power he wielded over the mortal form. With each thrust, James felt the boundaries of his existence stretch and reshape, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience. His own moans were drowned out by the symphony of cosmic sounds that filled the void around them, a testament to the profound connection they had formed in this moment of pure, unbridled passion. The stars above seemed to pulse in time with their movements, their light bending and weaving around them as if caught in the gravitational pull of their ecstasy. 

As Imardull felt the crescendo of his climax approaching, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the head of James’ now monstrous cock. The touch of his divine lips was like the ignition of a supernova, causing James’ member to surge with power and elongate even further, reaching the apex of his swollen pecs. Imardull’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he took in the sight of the young man’s transformed state. His own arousal grew more intense, his thrusts becoming more erratic as the universe itself seemed to pulse with the beat of their union. His wings fluttered wildly, casting a fiery red and black aura around them that danced and swirled with the intensity of their passion. The cosmic being’s chest rippled with pleasure, his nipples as hard as diamond stars, as he reached down and began to rub James’ engorged cock against the soft, velvety flesh of his pecs. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through James’ body, and he could feel his own orgasm building, a supernova of ecstasy that threatened to consume him. Imardull’s kiss grew more insistent, his tongue flicking out to trace the veins that stood out like the swirling arms of a galaxy on James’ cock. The sensation was exquisite, a fusion of mortal and celestial desires that pushed James to the brink of madness. His cock grew thicker with each caress against Imardull’s pecs, the pressure within him building like the core of a dying star. And as the cosmic being’s own climax neared, the very fabric of space around them seemed to quiver in anticipation of the explosion of pleasure that was about to be unleashed.

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, Imardull’s climax washed over them like a cosmic tide. His cock, deep within James, pulsed with the power of new galaxies being born, filling the young man’s stretched ass with the thick, hot seed of creation. The intensity of the orgasm caused James’ eyes to roll back in his head, his body convulsing with pleasure as he felt the essence of the cosmos flood into him. His mouth, still wrapped around the base of Imardull’s cock, was suddenly inundated with a torrent of cum that seemed to have no end, each spurt sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through his body. The sticky, warm fluid flowed out of James’ mouth and down his chin, painting his face with the nectar of the gods. His own cock, rubbed raw against the divine pecs, finally erupted in a geyser of semen that arced up to the heavens, as if trying to reach the very stars that were mirrored in Imardull’s eyes. The force of their combined climaxes sent ripples through the fabric of space, a testament to the unbridled power of their union. As their passion subsided, the two lovers lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a mess of sticky, glowing fluid. The stars above them had never looked so close, so attainable, as if the very essence of the universe had been brought within their grasp. In that moment, James knew that he had experienced something far beyond the confines of his mortal understanding, a revelation that would forever change the way he saw himself and the vast expanse of the cosmos. And as Imardull gently withdrew from James’ now-slackened ass, the young man felt a profound sense of loss, a yearning for the connection they had shared. Yet, he also felt a newfound sense of purpose, a spark of divine inspiration that had been planted within him, ready to bloom amidst the mundane chaos of his mortal life. The cosmic dance of creation had left its mark upon him, and he knew that he would never again view the heavens in quite the same way.

Imardull gazed down at James, his chest heaving with the aftermath of their cosmic union. His pecs, now slick with a shimmering sheen of cum, glistened in the starlight like a pair of celestial pearls. The sight of James’s swollen cock, still standing tall and proud despite the monumental release, only served to stir the embers of his divine lust. The cosmic being’s own phallus, now slightly less imposing yet still awe-inspiring in its grandeur, remained semi-erect, a testament to the boundless appetite of the gods. His eyes, twin orbs of cosmic fire, searched James’s face for any sign of discomfort or distress, finding instead a look of satiated wonder that made his heart swell with satisfaction. He knew that the mortal before him had tasted a pleasure that surpassed all earthly delights, and the desire to claim him once more, to show him the full extent of the universe’s carnality, burned as fiercely as the suns that danced in the vastness of space. With a low, rumbling growl that echoed through the cosmos, Imardull leaned in, his beard brushing against James’s cheek, and whispered, “Your dance with the stars has only just begun, my love.”

Imardull’s powerful thrusts ceased, and he gently leaned back, pulling his glowing cock from James’s stretched ass. The young man’s body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. The cosmic being could feel the warmth of James’ insides clinging to him, a testament to the mortal’s profound pleasure. With a tender touch, Imardull reached between James’s legs, using his thumb to press against the swollen opening, pushing the last of his divine seed out in a final, pulsing spurt. The mixture of their cum painted James’s ass and thighs, a cosmic masterpiece of white and gold. Leaning in, Imardull captured James’s quivering bottom lip in a gentle kiss, his tongue slipping into the mortal’s mouth, tasting the sweetness of their shared ecstasy. The kiss was a balm to James’s senses, the warmth of Imardull’s mouth grounding him amidst the fading waves of pleasure. As their kiss deepened, James felt a surge of renewed energy, the cosmic power of their union pulsing through his veins. His cock, though spent, twitched with the promise of more to come, a silent plea for the divine embrace to continue. Imardull’s eyes, still burning with the light of a thousand suns, searched James’s soul, a silent question lingering between them. Would James be willing to explore the vast expanses of the cosmos, both literally and metaphorically, with him? The answer, for now, was written in the stars: a silent ‘yes’ echoing through the very fabric of the universe.

Imardull, ever attuned to the desires of his mortal companion, knew that James craved more of the divine connection they had just shared. He placed a tender hand upon James’s now-sensitive balls, and with a whisper of cosmic power, they began to swell and pulse with new life. The mortal gasped as his testicles grew heavier, feeling as though they contained the very essence of creation itself. The pressure within them built, his sack tightening and stretching with the promise of untold volumes of cum. With a knowing smile, Imardull positioned himself over James’s still-hard cock, his own ass hovering just above the engorged tip. James watched in amazement as the divine being lowered himself, his newfound size and girth a testament to the power that now surged through him. As Imardull’s ass enveloped James’s cock, it bulged out from his stomach, a cosmic beacon of lust that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. The sensation of the tight, velvety embrace was almost too much for James to bear, his entire being a conflagration of pleasure and power. Imardull’s eyes never left James’s, the galaxies within them swirling with a fierce passion that seemed to challenge the very fabric of reality. With a grace that was at odds with his monumental size, Imardull began to ride James, his movements as fluid as the dance of celestial bodies. The friction of their union was like the collision of stars, sending sparks of pleasure through them that illuminated the vast expanse of space around them. James felt his cock throb with each downward thrust, the pressure within him building once more towards an explosion that would rival the Big Bang itself. The cosmic being’s moans grew louder, his body quivering with the effort of holding back his own climax, eager to experience the full extent of James’s mortal passion. And as the young man’s orgasm grew closer, the very stars above them seemed to pulse in anticipation, as if eager to be bathed in the cum of a new god.

As James felt the inevitable climax building within him, his cock pulsed with an intensity that seemed to shake the very cosmos. His eyes grew wide with a mix of terror and ecstasy, knowing that the release would be like nothing he had ever experienced before. With a roar that echoed through the vastness of space, he erupted, sending a torrent of cum so voluminous that it seemed to propel Imardull’s swollen belly even larger, as if the very fabric of reality was straining to contain it. Each throb of James’s cock sent a new wave of semen into the cosmic being, filling him to the brim with the mortal’s essence. Imardull’s body trembled with the power of James’s climax, his own divine orgasm building like a supernova within him. And as James’s cum began to spill out from his tightly stretched belly button, floating in the vacuum of space like a cloud of stardust, Imardull reached his peak. His cock, still buried deep within James, exploded in a display of cosmic proportions, releasing a galaxy’s worth of cum that filled the surrounding void with a fiery spectacle. The two lovers, bound by the forces of pleasure and creation, continued to pulse in unison, their bodies a testament to the unbridled passion that could reshape the very fabric of existence. And as they lay there, panting and spent, the universe itself seemed to hold its breath, acknowledging the power of their union. The stars above had never shone so brightly, basking in the afterglow of their love, and the newfound connection that had been forged between them was as eternal and unyielding as the cosmos itself.

With a sigh of contentment, Imardull pulled out of James, his cock glistening with the last remnants of their shared climax. He whispered a soft incantation under his breath, and James’s body shrank back to its mortal form, the cosmic enhancements fading away like a shooting star’s trail. Yet, James remained acutely aware of the immense fullness within him, a sensation that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his soul. Looking down, he saw Imardull’s belly, which now looked as though it contained a multitude of planets, each one a pulsing reminder of the cosmic seed that filled him. The sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, a testament to the power of their union. Despite the return to his human form, James felt a newfound connection to the cosmos, a link that was as vast and profound as the space that surrounded them. He gazed into Imardull’s eyes, the twin galaxies within reflecting the satisfaction of a being who had tasted the ultimate form of worship. “Your essence,” Imardull murmured, his voice a warm caress, “has become a part of me, a testament to the boundless possibilities of creation.” The divine being’s smile was as vast as the universe itself, and James knew that he had been forever changed by this encounter. The cosmos had claimed him, and he had claimed a piece of it in return. The dance of the stars had become their playground, and the mysteries of the cosmos were now a shared secret, a bond that would span the eons of time.

As Imardull pulled away, his swollen belly pulsed and contracted, the divine cum within him flowing back into the void from which it had come. With a wave of his hand, James found himself standing in the quiet of his own room, the walls of his apartment feeling infinitely smaller than the vastness of space he had just experienced. His knees buckled slightly, his body still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure that had just been a part of him. On the floor before him, a letter materialized, the parchment seemingly made of stardust and the ink a soft, ethereal glow. He picked it up with trembling hands, feeling the residual warmth of the cosmos upon the paper. The letter read:

“Dear James,

Your willingness to dance with the stars has not gone unnoticed. The essence of creation now flows through your veins, and you shall carry the spark of the cosmos within you forever. Remember the lessons of our union, for they are the very fabric of existence itself. The universe is vast and full of wonders, but the greatest of these is the love and passion that burns within each of us. Do not be afraid to embrace your desires, for they are as much a part of the cosmic order as the stars above.

Until we meet again, may your nights be filled with the warmth of celestial embrace.

Imardull”

The letter dissipated into glittering motes of light, leaving James to stand alone in the quiet darkness, his mind racing with the memories of his divine encounter. He looked down at his body, feeling the lingering warmth and fullness, a testament to the power that had filled him. With a shaky smile, he knew that he would never view the night sky the same way again, for now he bore the mark of the cosmos, a secret shared only by the stars themselves.