Mitch was on all fours on the bed freely telling every secre..

Mitch was on all fours on the bed freely telling every secret and confidential information he was privy to, while Dr. Davis was fucking him from behind. He moaned and begged for more as the tough SEAL was reduced to a whimpering cock slut. He told his new master who was on the secret elite team, who was married, who was single, their age, body types. He detailed every recent mission. Mitch was unable to stop himself. His new master has complete control of his mind and powerful muscular body. The only thing he cared about was how good the cock felt inside his tight ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Dr. Davis pounded in and out of his ass. The doctor held on to the muscular chisel waist while ramming in and out of the tough warrior. Across the room, sits his wife Cindy. She was playing with her pussy as she watched her masculine, alpha husband getting fucked and used by the man she grew to call her lover and master. Since Mitch got home from the Middle East on his last mission, Dr. Davis instructed her to drug his food every night and set up a hidden speaker in their bedroom. As Mitch slept his drugged mind was bombarded with subliminal messages. A small part of her felt guilty but the doctor convinced her that it was for Mitch’s best interest. For the most part though she felt good in obeying her master. She knew Mitch would soon feel the same way. Mitch groaned loud from the bed as he shot his second load in an hour onto the bed under him. His muscles flexed and veins expanded as his master fucked him over and over. Mitch’s body was made to take it rough and the doctor was definitely putting him through his paces. The tough elite warrior never realized how good it felt to be fucked and used by another man. Everytime the master’s cock pounded his tiny prostate, waves of pleasure shot through his big powerful muscles. Across town, Cody returned to his apartment alone having once again struck out at the bars. He pulled off his shirt and walked over to a full size mirror and checked himself out. He was handsome and definitely had a killer body, thick and muscular in all the right places. His massive arms were tattooed and his pecs were huge and firm. Cody ran his hands down his chisel abs. He thought he looked like a god, which was a problem in getting women he wanted. He comes off as too arrogant and cocky. “Their lost,” Cody thought as he undid his large belt buckle and pushed his jeans down. His white briefs were packed with the outline of an impressive cock, which he called the ladykiller. “It's just you and me, buddy, again tonight,” Cody squeezed his crotch. Cody pulled the jeans over his boots and threw them toward the bathroom as he headed to his bedroom. He flopped down on his bed before pulling his cock out of his briefs and began to jack off. He tried to picture the women he saw at the bar. However, his mind wanders back to Mitch’s neighbor and the barbecue pool party that the older man threw to welcome the team back home. He thought about all the Diltf that was there, he meant miltf. Cody remembers flirting with some hot cougars. Even Cindy, his best friend and superior’s wife, was flirting with him by making sure he had a fresh cold beer in his hand during the party. Mitch had no idea how much of a slut his wife was. Instead of hooking up with one of the women, he vaguely remembered leaving them to follow Davis into the house. He pictured himself standing in front of the older man in just his short navy silkies on. Cody laid on the bed, eyes closed, beating his cock with his fist faster as he pictured the older man reaching out and touching his pecs. Cody moved his hand to his pecs and felt them up. Cody saw the doctor was talking to him but he couldn’t remember what he was saying. The muscular tough seal moved his hand down his chisel 8 pack, as his mind relived and his left traced the movement of the doctor’s hand on that night. The image of the doctor gripping his cock through the silky short shorts felt so real. “God, it couldn’t had happened, I’m not gay,” a part of Cody mind screamed. “No way I would let a pervert fondle me like that.” However, he remembered how good it felt. His cock was rock hard throbbing in his fist as he jerked faster and harder. He saw in his mind, Dr. Davis reached into his shorts and pulled out the seal’s hard cock. “God, his hand felt so good,” Cody moaned. Cody remembered his will power and alpha persona melting as he leaned against the older man while getting the best hand job he ever received. He could still feel the older man’s breath on his ear as he whispered into his ear. Cody couldn’t remember what was said but it didn’t matter. Cody just knew it felt so good when the doc told him to cum. After the testosterone pumped warrior finished coming in the doctor’s hand, Cody vividly watched through his mind’s eye the doctor feeding him his own cum. The masculine sailor licked the fingers and hand clean. Cody threw his head back on the pillows and licked his lips. He wanted to taste the salty, protein rich cum again. Cody was on the edge of coming. Finally he arched his back off the mattress and shot his load into the air. He was a mess after he finished coming, covered with cum. He looked down at his smooth torso at the thick gobs of cum between the cut valleys of his abs. His hand reached down and scooped up the cum and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and then licked his own cum from his hand. It tasted so familiar. After licking his hands clean, he just laid on the bed confused. “What the fuck was that,” he whispered to himself. “I’m no faggot. No way that actually happened,” he was mixed with emotions, anger, shame, humiliation, arousal. Cody laid there trying to get a clear memory. He remembered the beers and flirting with the older women, but everything else was hazy. If it didn’t happen, why did his imagination seem so real? Why was he fantasizing about getting a handjob from another man? Why did the taste of his own cum tasted so familiar?