Fresh Meat part 4
Alex was in a daze most of the next day. He couldn’t believe he let the fat manager of the adult bookstore fuck him with the dildo and that he enjoyed it. Being Friday, he decided to skip classes and go to the gym to work out. He hoped that lifting weights would refocus his mind and get it off the Fresh Meat site and being fucked up the ass by a dildo. He tried to focus on working out and block out everything that had been happening the last few days. At the gym he wore a loose baggy stringer that displayed his huge smooth muscles. As he pumped the iron his muscles flexed and bulged with each rep. In his mind he kept telling himself that he was all man, a god, not some gay slut whore. When he finished his fifth set he put down the weights and flexed in the mirror. He was shredded and pumped. All man. Through the mirror he noticed an older man standing across the gym watching him. The dude was checking out my ass, Alex thought to himself and turned red. Does he know, was it obvious now that Alex is nothing but a bottom slut. He looked at himself in the mirror. He never realized that his usual gym attire made him look like a slutty himbo. Alex’s grey shorts came to mid thigh and showed off his powerful legs. They hugged his large behind and the outline of his tight briefs were clearly visible whenever he bent over. Alex looked back at the stranger and the man winked at him. Alex couldn’t believe the nerve of the stranger but at the same time Alex’s cock got rock hard and visible in the thin gym shorts. Was Alex grabbed his gear and hurried left the gym. As he drove back to his apartment, he found himself stroking his hard cock through his shorts and briefs. He needs to get off so badly.
Alex stopped his car, and used his cellphone to call Mary, a rich hot cougar whom he had seen off and on several times. She had given Alex and several of his hot jock buddies gifts in return for sex. She was overjoyed to hear Alex’s voice on the phone and that he wanted to see her.
“Of course, baby, come on over,” Mary cooed in her southern accent.
A few minutes later, Alex was sitting in a chair in Mary’s living room, with his shorts and underwear around his ankles. The house was large and richly decorated. Mary was on her knees trying to give the jock a blow job. She was definitely hot for her age, with large round breast. She ran her long fingernails over his cobblestone 8 pack and thick muscular thighs. However, nothing seemed to be working for Alex on that day.
“What wrong honey,” she pulled off his cock.
Despite all her attempt and her talent she couldn’t get the healthy stud’s cock hard. Alex was frustrated. He tried grabbing her long brown hair and roughly fuck her mouth, but his normally lustful cock was soft.
“Don’t worry, baby. It happens to all men. Take it from me, I had three husbands and they all experienced it from time to time,” she tried to be understanding.
“It doesn’t happen to me,” Alex got defensive.
“I know baby. That beautiful cock never let me down before,” she stroked the impressive but soft meat. “Let me try something.”
Mary eased his muscular legs up and started to press her face against his hole. His cock jerked as he felt her tongue pushing into his jock hole. He moaned and leaned back. It was then that panic quickly sit in.
“No! I have to go, I sorry,” Alex pushed her away and grabbed his clothes.
“Baby, what wrong? Relax, honey,” Mary fell back on her butt.
“Sorry,” Alex cried as he ran out of the house, pulling his shorts on as he exited the house.
As soon as Alex got home he rushed into his apartment and took off his clothes. He laid down on his bed and gripped his cock. Alex told himself that Mary was too old. He tried to think of a hot younger woman. He closed his eyes and imagined her big firm breast and tight pussy but he still couldn’t even get hard. However, as soon as his mind drifted back to the night before and the dildo, he got rock hard. He turned on his computer, and pulled up his favorite porn sites. However, when he played straight porn his cock deflated. He grew frustrated. When he accidentally, clicked on a gay s/m video he grew rock hard instantly. Alex watched a muscular younger man getting bounded and fucked by a group of older men. He found himself gripping his cock and started to jack off. He got so turned on hearing the younger man’s masculine moans as he was fucked and used by the older men. The men took turns fucking the butch stud. When Alex realized that he was jacking off to gay porn, he was ashamed and quickly turned off the porn.
Despite how hard he tried, Alex eventually found himself being pulled to log into the Fresh Meat site. As the now familiar spiral and flashes started he leaned back and waited. This time he made out a muscular light skin black man in one of the flashes. The guy reminded him of Jamel, his teammate. In another flash, Jamel was getting fucked by two older men. However, Alex’s mind was too relaxed and blank to register anything. When the chat room opened, Alex began to flex for the camera. He felt so good as the chat started to fill with people and they began to comment on how hot and sexy he is. They loved it when he started to bounce his pecs and make them dance. The more they commented the more aroused and obedient he became. One comment told him to get on his hands and knees on his bed. He found himself obeying as he stood up naked and walked over to his bed. He crawled onto the bed and began to shake his muscular ass and move sexually for the camera. When the audience hit their like button the site beeped and when he received a tip there was a cash register sound. The more beeps and bells he heard the sluttier he became. He reached under his bed and pulled out the dildo. As soon as the audience saw the dildo the like and tip sounds went wild.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Fuck yourself with in.”
“Suck it.”
Being edged on by his fans, Alex put the dildo into his mouth and began to move it in and out of his mouth. The audience was loving it, especially when he started to gag. He pulled it out.
“Keep on, take it more baby.”
“You can deep throat it jock boy.”
Unable to think or resist, Alex put the dildo back in his mouth. He finally was able to get half of it down his throat.
“A natural born cocksucker,” a comment popped up.
Normally it would have made the straight jock angry but now it only turned him on more. He began to move it in and out of his mouth, coating it with his saliva. He kept working it deeper into his throat.
“Put it up your jock ass.”
“Go ahead boy, fuck yourself with it.”
Comment after comment edged him further. Alex pulled it out of his mouth and squeezed some lube on the tip. He reached back and pushed the foot long dildo up his tight hole.
“Oh fuck,” Alex moaned as he pushed it deeper.
He spread his thick legs and arched his muscular back to get it deeper. The audience was loving it as the sexy jock fuck himself on camera. Once it was half way up his tight hole, Alex turned the vibrator on high.
“Oh, fffucking god,” he moaned loudly.
Alex began to hump and grind the bed as his prostate was pounded by the vibrator. His audience was loving it. He kept receiving likes and tips one after another.
“Oh god, I’m just a muscle slut whore,” he moaned. “ It feels so good.”
All trace of the cocky arrogant straight jock was gone as he moaned and cried in pleasure. His cock was rock hard, throbbing and leaking in front of the camera. He buried his face into the bed, his ass up in the air, and groaned loud. To his viewers pleasure, his cock began to shoot wave after wave on to the bed beneath him for all to see.
“That a good jock whore.”
“Man, what a slut.”
“A good himbo slut.”
2021-06-25 01:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Fresh Meat Part 3
Alex awoke in his bed, late at night to a series of angry texts from Lori.
“Hey.”
“You didn’t call.”
“Where are you?”
“You standing me up?”
“You jackass.”
“Go to hell, jerk!”
“Whatever bitch,” Alex tossed his phone onto the nightstand.
Alex head was pounding like he had a hangover, but he didn’t drink anything. Also his cock was throbbing. He reached under his sheets and gripped his fat hard cock. Damn, that feels good, he moaned as he jerked himself off. However, instead of picturing hot girls like he usually does while jerking off, he was reliving the web session he had. With one hand on his hard cock, he spread his muscular legs and reached under his heavy balls. He moaned as he pushed his finger into his hole. He remembered that the men commenting online called his hole a pussy, boypussy, and jockpussy. He never considered his asshole as being a pussy but he guessed that it was a fitting description as he pushed in a second finger. He moaned as he felt that button inside his hole.
“Fffuck that feels so good,” Alex yelled out as he arched his back and shot his load into the air.
“Fuck,” he laid back in this bed.
A few minutes later he got a notification on his phone for an email from Fresh Meat. Alex opened the email.
“Congratulations you received $500 in tips tonight. Keep up the good work. Some viewers are suggesting that you go and buy a dildo and vibrator. Remember when you obey and make the viewers happy, the more they tip.”
“Obey and make the viewers happy,” Alex mumbled.
Alex pulled off the sheets and headed into the shower. After he showered off his dry cum from his chisel body, he put on a pair of white compression shorts, shorts, and flip flops. He grabbed a sleeveless muscle shirt that showed off his muscular arms and his car keys and left his apartment.
The night manager of Crazy Mitch’s adult bookstore and sex shop was bored as he stood behind the counter flipping through the latest issue of Jocks. It was a slow night and there wasn't much to do. Plus he was horny as he checked out the hot naked models in the magazine. He squeezed his hard cock as he looked at a spread of a black football player in only his shoulder pads. The model’s ass was big and round as he posed in the skirmish position. The manager flipped the page to a baseball player with a brown curly mullet under a baseball cap. Beside the cap, he wore only mirror sunglasses, a jockstrap, and baseball socks. He was reaching behind himself and fucking his own big fat ass with a baseball ball.
Just then the front door of the bookstore opened and Alex walked in. He had his cap pulled down over his blonde hair and blue eyes, trying to hide his identity. The manager nodded at the jock. He normally let the patrons look for themselves and helped only when asked, but the obvious college jock was too hot not to stare at. He watched Alex casually walk over to the large assortment of dildos and vibrators. His shorts hung low on his narrow, masculine hips showing off the pure white underarmour compression shorts. The manager licked his lips. The top shelf of the jock’s ass was hugged and displayed by the skin tight spandex. Alex’s sleeveless muscle shirt showed off his tan muscular arms, and from the sides his meaty pecs were proudly displayed. The jock’s were obviously nervous as he browsed the various toys. A newbie, the manager smiled. He walked around the counter.
“Need help looking for anything practical,” the manager caused the handsome jock to jump in surprise.
“No, no I’m fine,” Alex was nervous and kept his head down afraid that he would be recognized.
“You sure,” the manager moved closer, “ looking for something for your girlfriend.”
He worked at the adult bookstore long enough to know the basic cover story masculine studs like that jock use to buy toys. It is always for the girlfriend.
“Uh, yeah,” Alex responded too quickly. “For my girlfriend. She wants to use a dildo or vibrator up the ass.”
“While you fuck her,” the manager smiled.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex was sweating.
Damn, the dude is hot, the manager thought to himself. Dumb and hot.
The manager scanned the selection of various sizes, options, and color of dildoes and vibrator. There were so many choices that it made Alex’s head spin.
“You look familiar. I know you from somewhere,” the manager paused and looked at Alex’s face.
“No, I mean don’t think so. I’m nobody,” Alex shuttered.
“Ok, but you're too hot to be a nobody,” the manager laughed and flirted with the straight jock.
Alex turned red in embarrassment. The manager was standing so close to the jock he could feel the heat from Alex’s hot jock body. He was standing way too close but Alex was too nervous to move.
“This one here vibrates,” the manager picked up a package with a 12 inch pink dildo and handed it to Alex
Alex turned it in his hand looking at it. It was as thick as his own cock but longer. The manager leaned closer to him and reached out and turned the knob at the end dildo’s base. Alex jumped and almost dropped the dildo on the floor when the package started to vibrate and move in his hand.
“You can adjust it to the level you want. It has five settings,” the manager was so close to Alex’s ear.
He loved the jock boy’s masculine scent. The more nervous and aroused a jock gets the better they smell. Alex was so absorbed by the vibration in his hand, he didn’t even flinch as the manager placed his fat hand on the top shelf of his bubble ass, and gently stroked the compression shorts' spandex material. Alex was so fucking hard in his shorts.
“You want to try it out,” the manager whispered into Alex’s ear.
“I, I. It's for my girlfriend,” Alex pulled away.
“So you said. But you do want to know how to work it don’t you. Don’t want to look foolish when you can’t figure out how to push it in do you.”
“How hard can it be, just push it in,” Alex got defensive.
Jock boys egos are fragile. The manager backed off.
“You have to use just the right amount of lube and push in just the right way, especially up the ass. You don’t want to injure anything,” the older man was bullshitting the younger dumb jock.
Alex was still rock hard and found it so hard to think, “I guess you're right.”
“Good boy, follow me,” the manager led the jock into the video booth selection of the store.
The manager grabbed a bottle of lube before leading Alex into a curtained off hallway. The hallway was dark and empty with small cubicles lining each side of the hall. The older man led the jock into the first cubicle on the right. Alex was so nervous. He has never been that nervous in years. All of his cocky arrogant confidence was gone. Before he knew it, the manager had Alex’s shorts and underwear pulled down to his knees and bent forward, bracing himself on the wall of the tiny room. The manager open the packaging. Squeezing a generous amount of lube on the dildo tip and press it between Alex’s smooth fat ass cheeks. At the feeling of the cold lube touching his ass hole, Alex instinctively tightens his ass cheeks. The manager leaned against Alex’s back and whispered to the relaxed boy, as he pushed the thick dildo harder into the jock’s ass.
“Ugh,” Alex groaned as the dildo pushed through his outer ring.
“Relaxed your pussy, boy,” the manager pushed harder and harder.
Tears ran down Alex’s handsome face. It was so painful but also his cock was rock hard, throbbing and bouncing. However, deeper the dildo went, the pain faded and was replaced with pleasure. Once the dildo was deep inside Alex, the manager turned the knob and it began to vibrate against Alex’s prostate.
“Oh, fuck,” Alex cried out.
Waves of pleasure shot through Alex’s muscular body. His eyes rolled back into head as he moaned and groaned. It was like his entire body was on edge. His cock jerked and was leaking pre cum everywhere.
“It feels so good,” Alex cried out.
His hard, smooth muscles were flexing and bulging. The manager was amazed how large the stud’s veins grew. Without warning, Alex’s cock exploded. Huge jolts of cum shot on to the walls of the cubicle. When Alex finally stopped cumming, he leaned back into the older man’s arms. The manager held the jock’s hard tight body against him. He never felt a body so muscular and hard in his life. The manager couldn’t believe the college jock had made him cum in his pants, without touching him. He came just from watching the muscle god take the dildo and cum like a muscle whore.
After Alex recovered, the manager pulled the dildo out of Alex’s ass. It popped free and the jock was left feeling empty. Alex was pulling his underwear and shorts back up as the manager led him to the front of the store. Alex didn’t say anything as the manager rang up the sale. The manager bagged up the dildo and then placed a small box into the bag.
“What that,” Alex asked.
“A remote control prostate massager. You will love it, trust me,” the manager winked.
“Thank you, for everything,” Alex took the bag and left.
2021-06-24 01:11:46 +0000 UTC
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Fresh Meat Part 2
When Alex woke the next morning he was still in the chair by his computer, naked and covered in dry cum. He quickly looked at his clock and saw that he was late for morning practice. “Shit, the coach is going to kill me,” he jumped out of the chair and started to get ready for practice. He barely had time to shower, before grabbing his gear and running out of the apartment.
The rest of the day went pretty good for the handsome football god, despite being chewed out by the coach for being late. He paid little attention in his lectures after practice and instead flirted with a hot blonde across the classroom.
“She's smoking hot,” Jamel leaned beside him and whispered during the Professor’s lecture on Greek democracy.
“I know,” Alex chewed on his pen and winked at the co-Ed.
The girl smiled back and shyly looked down. The flirting kept up until after class. Alex caught up with her and introduced himself. He knew she probably already knew him. Everyone knows the quarterback.
“I know who you are,” the girl smiled and flirted with the star jock. “I’m Lori.”
“That’s a beautiful name. There’s a party this evening at my frat. I was wondering if you want to go with me,” Alex placed a hand on the wall behind her, showing off his thick muscular arms. He knew how to get any woman he wanted.
“I would like that. I have to go to my next classes. Call me,” she was awestruck.
They exchanged cell numbers and Alex watched her walk away. “Damn, that's a nice ass and pussy” Alex thought to himself.
Alex got home from classes and had a few hours before calling Lori for the party. He couldn’t wait to fuck that piece of ass. He opened his laptop and found an email from Fresh Meat waiting.
“Congratulations you made $1,800.00. That includes your signing bonus and tips. Click the link to earn more money now.”
Alex couldn’t believe he made that much. He could really show off for Lori. Chicks love to be wined and dined before putting out. He looked at his watch and he still had a couple of hours to make some more money. He clicked on the link and the spiral from the night before loaded up. Alex was wondering if that was going to happen every time. Again there were quick flashes of pictures that were so fast Alex’s eyes couldn’t process the images. He thought they were pictures of naked guys, but he couldn’t focus too well on them. Despite the fact, he found himself growing relaxed and horny. By the time the chat screen opened, Alex was naked and jacking off his thick meat.
“Beautiful”, “sexy”, popped up on the screen.
“You have a sexy body,” another viewer commented.
“Thank you, sir,” Alex smiled into the camera.
“Let's see your ass, babe,” another viewer commented.
Alex stood up and turned around showing off his round bubble ass.
“Damn, that’s a beautiful ass.” “Look how tight and round it is.”
“Smooth jock boy ass.”
The more the audience commented on his ass the more aroused Alex became.
“Show us your jock pussy, boy.”
“Yes, bend over and spread those fat ass cheeks.”
Alex would never show off his hole to any man, especially on a website before complete strangers. He sat back down and a part of his mind told him to exit the site. Then the screen flashed a couple of times again.
“Don’t be shy,lol” a comment popped back up.
“Show us your boypussy,” and another
After the screen stopped flashing, all thought about ending the chat was gone from Alex’s pretty head. He stood up and turned around. He leaned forward and with his big quarterback hands, spread his smooth firm ass cheeks.
“Man, looking at that boy’s hole.”
“That’s one nice tight jock pussy.”
“It looks tasty.”
“And fuckable.”
Alex looked over his shoulders at all the comments and literally blushed in embarrassment.
“Finger yourself boy,” another comment popped up.
“Yes, push a finger into your boypussy.”
A distant voice in his head telling him to stop. There was another flash on the screen and his head began to hurt when he tried to resist or think. Alex found himself moving his right hand from his large smooth ass cheek and sucking his index finger with his mouth. His audience was loving it. He moved his finger back to his ass and pushed it into his hole. He never had anything in his ass before and let out a low grunt.
“Man, look at that. The big jock is liking it.”
“Bet he likes the real thing up his boy pussy.”
“Keep going boy.”
Alex pushed his finger as far as he could and began to move it in and out of hole. He had fingered numerous pussies before but never his own. As he stretched and stroked his insides he began to moan. He kept looking over his muscular shoulders at the screen at the comments and likes he was receiving.
“Take another finger.”
“Jack off that big boy dick while you finger your hole, boy.”
More the audience tells him to do, the more turn on he becomes. Alex squeezed a second finger into his virgin ass and wrapped his fist around his cock. He began to jerk off and fingering himself at the same time.
“Come, boy.”
“Yes, cum for us.”
“Let us see how much of a jock slut you really are.”
Alex jacked off and finger himself harder and faster.
“Yes, that's it.”
“Cum for your daddies.”
Alex was so close. He closed his eyes and lifted himself on his toes as he arched his back. The audience watched as his tight muscles flexed and bulged.
“Fffuck, I’m im cumming,” Alex moaned loudly as he turned to face the camera.
His chisel 8 pack, covered his sweet, flexed tightly. He shot his massive load in waves. He thought at first he couldn’t stop as he came over and over. Finally exhausted, he collapsed on to his computer chair.
“Bravo.”
“Great show.”
“You are one of the best jocks on this site.”
“The perfect himbo muscle slut.”
Alex found himself smiling at the comments before closing his eyes.
2021-06-23 01:22:19 +0000 UTC
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Fresh meat
Alex was the quarterback on the football team of a small state university. Even though the college was small, being the star jock on campus everyone expected Alex to live a certain lifestyle. He was always partying and dating different girls and he found it hard to afford to keep up with this lifestyle.
When his teammates Jamel started to spend money around and even brought a new car, Alex asked him where he got the money. Jamel pulled the blonde quarterback aside in the locker room after practice and told him about this website.
“Mostly the clients are old fags and cougars but they pay a lot to watch guys like us jack off and tease them,” jamel whispered.
“Sounds gay man,” Alex was surprised. Jamel was as straight as they come. He was always with a hot chick and his conquests were notorious.
“They just watch and some even want to buy you stuff. I made 500 in one night,” Jamel boosted.
“That’s pretty good money,” Alex was intrigued.
“Here is the site for new models to apply. It has a $1,000 signing bonus as well,” Jamel handed Alex a card.
“Thanks,” Alex read the card and put it into his duffel bag and headed out of the locker room.
When Alex got home to his small off campus apartment, he dropped his bag in the corner and pulled off his sweaty practice gear to get into the shower. Before he stepped under the water, he checked himself out in the mirror. He was proud of his body. He was a blonde, blue-eyed adonis with a chisel body that made women lust for him and men jealous of him. He stood naked and flexed. Seeing his hot smooth muscles flexing caused his cock to grow hard. His 8” cut cock stood straight out. He had often jerked off just from watching himself in a mirror. He was arrogant and believed he had good reason to be. Alex got into the shower and began to wash the grum of practice from his 6’2 220lb jock bod. He wrapped a soapy fist around his cock and began to stroke himself while soaping up his large smooth pecs. “Damn, I’m sexy,” he moaned as he played with his sensitive nipples. “Bet those old cougars and perverted gays would bust their loads just from seeing my sexy body and big cock,” Alex thought to himself as he jacked faster. His muscular legs began to buck and he threw his head back under the water and shot his load against the shower wall. After he washed away his cum, he got out of the shower and dried himself off. Wrapping the towel low around his sculpted waist, he walked toward his laptop. He booted the laptop on while fetching the address out of his duffel bag. Once he found the website addressed he typed it in the search engine, FreshMeat.com/webcammodels/applicants. The online application was what one would expect from a sex site. It asked his stats, what sports he play, hobbies, endowment, and sexual identity. Alex typed out his stats and how large he was. For sports he put wrestling, baseball, and football, he excelled in all. His hobbies include bodybuilding and weight training. He put in all caps STRAIGHT under sexual preference and identity. Lastly the website asked for four nude pictures of himself from each angle, front, back, and both sides. He activated his computer cam and stood up, dropping his towel. He clicked on the camera to capture each angle of his tight jock body. He smirked at himself as he did the back side, “the perverts were probably going to drool over his tight, plump jock ass.” He then clicked submit and was notified that his application will be reviewed and will be notified when and if he was accepted.
Alex pulled on a pair of Jed North short shorts and decided to study a bit. However, it wasn’t more than 15 minutes that he received an email notification that he received an email from Fresh Meat. He opened his email and read it:
Welcome to Fresh Meat. Thank you for applying to be one of our models for this privilege site. After reviewing your application and uploaded pictures, we believe you are what our select audiences like in younger men. Our models work for tips from our clientele however, there is a $1,000 signing bonus for you. Please click on the link attached to begin your orientation. The program takes a while to fully upload. It is important for you to pay attention to the upload as important information will be displayed to maximize your experience and profit. Again welcome to Fresh Meat.
Alex clicked the link and his computer began to hem and a bright spiral began to fill the screen. Alex sat back in his chair and waited. It seemed to take forever and the college jock grew bored. Suddenly there was a flash and a minute later another. Alex swore he could make out some sort of picture or video in the brief flashes and tried to look harder to make out what it was. The flashs grew more frequently and faster. The screen flashing in his eyes over and over. He soon found himself staring at the spiral and flashes with his mouth open and eyes glazed over. His mind felt so relaxed and at peace, while his cock was rock hard in his shorts. After an hour the spiral and flashes ended. When Alex blinked awake he found himself in an online chat room. He was confused at first, especially seeing how much time had elapsed since he first clicked the link. He then started to read the messages, the users were commenting on how hot and gorgeous he looked. Alex found himself getting aroused even more about all the comments, even though almost all the viewers were men. Alex began to flex his large biceps and even kissed them to the delight of his new fans. Comments were asking him to stand up and show them the rest of his sexy body. Alex felt good when he did as they asked. He stood up and pulled his short shorts legs up to show off his powerful legs. He flexed the chisel defined quads, and the comment selection was demanding more. Alex cock was literally leaking in his shorts. In one motion he pulled them down and his hard cock popped free, throbbing. “Jack off,” “play with it,” typed across the comments field. Feeling so horny, Alex grabbed his cock and began to jerk his thick meat. “Hot”, “beautiful”, “sexy.” Each comment got him hornier and more closer. “Play with your tits,” one comment appeared. Alex found himself using his free hand twist and pinch his pert nipples. “Harder,” another comment flashes up. “Pull harder,” then another. Alex was jacking off faster while twisting and pinching his hard nipples harder than they ever were before. He was moaning loudly. “Cum baby, cum for us,” the comments flashed over and over. Alex almost doubled over, his abs crunched tight. His eyes closed in ecstasy and mouth open. He moaned louder and shot his load over the computer keyboard and monitor. Exhausted and spent, Alex collapsed into his chair.
2021-06-22 00:40:35 +0000 UTC
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Stress Relief part 5
Keith eyes had already rolled into his head as his prostate was teased. He opened his eyes only when Derrick pulled his fingers from the blonde cop’s pussy. Derrick moved between Josh’s stretched legs and aimed his cock at the tight hole. Keith watched in envy as Josh was fucked first. Josh moaned loud as Derrick pushed in to him and began to move in and out. As he fucked Josh, Derrick pushed his fingers back into Keith’s hole. Both cops were moaning and groaning in pleasure as they were either fucked or fingered. Derrick gave Josh ten long deep thrusts before pulling out and ramming into Keith’s hole. Keith grunted loud as he was penetrated. He turned his head and found Josh staring at him. Leaning forward the two macho cops began to kiss as they were fucked. Derrick continued to take turns with each muscle pussy. As he fucked each of them, their boots dangled from their feet’s as their legs rested on his shoulders. He leaned forward, bending his cop’s in half as he joined their making out. Knowing he was so close, Derrick pulled out of Josh’s hole, and began to jerk feverishly. He wanted both cop slaves to have his cum. They held open their mouths like baby birds begging for their nutriment. They were rewarded with his cum. As he cum on their faces and uniforms and in their mouths, they both follow quickly shooting their cum into their already soaked jock pouches. The cum leaked out of each jockstrap and ran down their legs and asses.
Within a week, the two cops moved into Derrick’s house, and they shared his bed every night. On the day Josh moved out of his house, he filed for divorce on the ground of adultery. Karen of course denied it and fought the divorce in court, demanding the house, property, and alimony. Derrick recommended a lawyer friend to Josh. The attorney was successful and according to Derrick a collector of men like him. He had two fantasy pro football players in his stable, both clients of the attorney.
During the court proceedings, while Karen’s attorney argued her case, Josh’s attorney reached his hand under the table and placed it on Josh’s muscular thigh. Josh looked down as the man’s hand stroked his thick leg through the tight fitted khaki pants. Josh spread his legs, giving the attorney’s hand access to his crotch. The attorney turned and smiled at him as he felt the cop raging hard on. The attorney moved closer as if he was consulting with his client. He pushed his hand under Josh and started stroking the cop’s hole through the thin, expensive pants. The tailored khakis and tight long sleeves red sweater were a gift from Derrick, saying that the attorney and judge would like how they show off his cop ass. The judge ruled in Josh’s favor. He got to keep all the marriage properly and paid only support for his two kids, and no alimony.
Josh was walking out of the courtroom, with his attorney but instead of heading out of the courthouse, the attorney directed him to the judge’s chamber. The attorney put his hand around Josh’s shoulders and whispered, “the judge wants a secret meeting with us. He has a thing for hero uniform types. He already owns two of the city’s finest firemen. Derrick said for you to make sure to thank the judge for ruling in your favor.” Josh felt the attorney’s hand slid down his back and patted his tight bubble ass.
The judge was very impressed when Josh stood in front of him in his chamber. The tailored pants hugged Josh’s massive thighs and displayed his full package, and the tight red rib long sleeves first showed off his huge pecs and arms. The judge was practically drooling. With the attorney stroking his muscular back, Josh knew what was expected from him. He knelt before the judge. The judge smiled down at him and opened his judge's robe. The judge’s fat cock was standing straight out of his pants fly. Looking up at the judge, Josh leaned in and took the cock into his mouth.
“Derrick is right, he is a hot thing,” the judge moaned. “And a damn good cocksucker.”
“Yes he is,” the attorney stroked the back of Josh’s head.
Josh pulled off the judge’s cock and took the attorney's cock into his mouth. He was going back and forth between the two men, pleasuring both of them. As he sucked they reached down and groped and felt up his tight body. He pull off their cocks as they lifted his shirt over his head and felt his thick shoulders and smooth heavy pecs. He was so sexy that they soon pulled out of his mouth and had him bent over the judge’s desk. The tight khaki pants were peeled down his massive hamstrings revealing his perfect jock framed ass. The judge grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth, while the attorney grabbed Josh’s powerful hips and roughly plowed into the cop’s ass. He was getting fucked from both ends and was loving it. He worked his throat muscles and ass muscles in perfect unison, driving both men wild in lust. It didn’t take the men long to cum inside both ends of him. However, he got them so turned on by his sexy cop body, both men were hard again in minutes. The judge and attorney switch positions, the judge mounted Josh’s bubble ass and the attorney rammed down Josh’s talented mouth.
By the time he got home, he had fully repaid the attorney and the judge for his court case. When he got home, He was met by Derrick and Keith who was prepared to have their own celebration.
Final
2021-06-21 01:16:26 +0000 UTC
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2021-06-20 18:10:25 +0000 UTC
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Stress Relief 4
The next morning at work Keith acted as if nothing had happened the night before. When Josh arrived at the station for the shift roll call meeting with the captain, he saw Keith sitting on one of the tables flirting with two female officers. His muscular ass was hanging off the edge of the table. It was stretching the dark uniform pants, round and plump. Josh couldn’t help wondering if it was sore from the night before. He had witnessed Derrick pounding that muscular ass extra hard with his huge cock. Josh held no hostility toward his partner for cheating with his wife. He blamed Karen for seducing the blonde stud. When the captain called the morning meeting to order, Keith took the seat beside Josh. As he straddles the chair, Josh couldn’t help but notice the thickness of Keith’s thighs as the uniform pants stretched over them and his full crotch. Keith still acted like the arrogant, tough cop he always was as he joked and sat smugly in the chair.
While they were alone in the cruiser, on patrol, Keith was different. He was quiet as he sat in the passenger seat. He usually was boosting about his latest sexual conquests or the partners would talk about working out, sports, or department gossip. That day the patrol car was silent. Josh noticed Keith’s strong hands were frigiding. Several times he adjusted his cock in his pants. Josh even saw the imprint of Keith’s hard on. The thick cock head was clearly visible in the fitted uniform pants.
Finally after they had lunch, sitting in the cruiser eating, Keith spoke about the night before, “it was a good game last night.” Keith took a bit of his sandwich. He didn’t look at Josh when he spoked.
“Yeah, it was a great game. The team pulled it off at the end,” Josh turned toward Keith, while biting into a frie.
Keith looked down and took a slip of his Diet Pepsi. He kept his head down when he spoke, “your friend Derrick seemed cool.”
Surprised, Derrick looked at his partner, “yeah, he really is a cool guy.”
Keith paused then spoke low, “he was helping to relieve some stress last night.”
“I see,” Josh didn’t know what to say.
“It felt really good,” Keith whispered and rubbed his cock through the uniform. “He told me he helped you out as well.”
Josh didn’t know what to say, and almost ch0ked on a frie, “he did.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. It felt awesome,``Keith was moving his cold drink between his muscular legs where they met his crotch.
Looking at Keith, Josh watched Keith arousing himself, “yes, it is.”
“Fuck, the way he push his cock up your hole and know exactly where to pound,” Keith whispered hoarsely.
“Yeah, he is good, make you realize that it is everything you need,” Josh replied as he started to get hard as well.
“I have to tell you. I had an affair with Karen. I’m so sorry man, it was a mistake. She kept flirting with me and one night I was out of it,” Keith started to confess everything about the affair as he lifted his gunbelt and unzipped his pants. His hard cock popped out.
Josh watched his macho partner wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself in the patrol car, “I know man. I suspected that she was having an affair.”
“Forgive me man, please will you forgive me,” Keith stroked his throbbing cock harder.
Josh unzipped his own pants as well, taking out his hard cock, “I forgive you buddy.”
Both cops were moaning as they stroked their cock. “Thanks man,” Keith whispered as he leaned sideways and took Josh’s cock into his mouth.
Josh moaned as he ran his hand through Keith’s blonde hair as the butch cop bobbed his head up and down on the thick cock. Keith’s mouth felt so good on his cock. He never would have expected the straight womanizer cop would be such a good cock sucker. It didn’t take Josh long to cum. He thrusted his hips up while fucking Keith’s mouth. He grabbed a fist full of the blonde cop’s hair as he groaned and shot his load deep into Keith’s throat. The straight cocky cop obediently swallowed Josh’s load. Josh remembers Derrick always told him not to waste any of his seed when he came into Josh's mouth.
Derrick was pleased when he opened his door and saw the two muscular cops standing at his door. He told them to come in. He smiled to himself as he checked out their hard round asses in their uniform pants. The partners had just come from the gym where they had an intense leg workout. After they finished their workout, they redressed in their uniforms and went straight to Derrick’s house.
Derrick led the two police officers up the stairs to his bedroom. Once in his bedroom he turned to his two obedient cop slaves, “ give me your guns.”
The two police officers hesitated. It was against everything they were trained about their weapon. Keith looked at his partner. Josh obediently reached for his service revolver and handed it to Derrick. Seeing his partner and friend obeying, Keith reluctantly handed his weapon over as well.
“Good boys,” Derrick turned and placed the guns on his antique desk. He then went over to his leather high back chair and sat down. “Take off each other’s pants but keep your gun belts on,” Derrick ordered as he took a cigar from his cigar book and lit a long Churchill.
With no protest, the two officers turned toward each other and began to undress each other. They lifted their partner’s utility belt and undid each other’s pants belts. They then unbuttoned the pants and opened their zippers. Josh was the first to kneel and pulled down Keith’s uniform pants. His massive thighs were recently shaved, showing off the bulging definitions in his incredible quads. Josh always thought Keith should compete in a competition. He definitely had the legs for it. Keith lifted one foot at a time as Josh removed his boots and eased the pants off. It was Keith’s turn, he knelt and peeled the uniform pants down Josh’s legs. His legs were toned from all the cardio he does from running and biking. Both men had shaved only an hour ago, preparing themselves for their master’s pleasure. Keith couldn’t help himself from running his hands down Josh’s defined quads and thick calves. Josh lifted a foot at a time as his boots were pulled off and his uniform pants were removed.
“Good, now put your boots back on and kneel before me,” Derrick puffed on his cigar.
The two cops obeyed as they pulled their heavy black boots back on their feet. Their uniform shirts barely covered their pumped bubble ass as they walked toward him. They both wore black jockstraps that peeked out from under their shirts . They both kneel in front of him. They looked so handsome looking up at him. Derrick pulled out his hard cock and then grabbed both cops’ heads, pulling them on to his cock. They then obediently began to share the cock. As they ran their tongues over the thick tube their lips touched, kissing each other with his cock between them. He then took turns pulling one down on his cock. He fucked their mouths until they began to gag and beg for air. He then pulled out and fucked the other cop’s mouth. The two masculine cops were hard and leaking through their jockstraps as he took turns fucking their mouths and tight throats.
Derrick then pulled them off his cock and stood up, “lay on your backs, legs in the air, hands behind your heads.” He pointed toward the bed and the two muscular cops crawled over on their hands and knees. They got into position, their huge arms buldging and their shaved underarms exposed as they locked their hands behind their heads. Their powerful still pumped legs in the air, their smooth coppussies exposed as well. Derrick took each cop’s handcuffs and cuffed their wrists behind their heads. He then took his time to enjoy each cop’s beautiful sculpted body. He ran his hands over their muscular pecs and tasted each cop’s pert, hard nipples. Keith’s nipples were much more sensitive then Josh’s, having never been played with before. The blond god bucked and moaned as his tits were sucked and bitten, twisted and pinched. He pulled at his cuffs, causing his muscles to bulge and flex. The two cops were so obedient as they let him use them. They were different from each other but both perfect examples of male beauty. Keith was tall and blonde, blue eyes with golden tan body and a chisel 8 pack. Josh was a bit shorter, with dark hair and eyes, and olive colored skin. Josh had started to grew a beard. He only have a 6 pack but his muscles were thicker and more pumped. Derrick traced each ab with his tongue. He knew their cocks were begging for attention and release from their tight jock pouches but he ignored them. Derrick reach for his night stand and took out a tub of lube. Squeezing a generous amount of cum onto each hand, he then reached for their tight smooth holes. He pressed a lubed finger at each of their hole, and pushed into them at the same time. Josh let out a deep groan while Keith threw back his head and hissed. Derrick fingered and loosened each over muscular cop, watching them squirm and groan in pleasure. They were lifting their hips further into the air as he pushed in another finger from each hand into their stretched coppussies.
“Please fuck us,” Josh was the first to beg in his loud deep voice. “Please.”
Keith eyes had already rolled into his head as his prostate was teased. He opened his eyes only when Derrick pulled his fingers from the blonde cop’s pussy. Derrick moved behind Josh’s lifted legs and aimed his cock at the tight hole. Keith watched in envy as Josh was fucked first. Josh moaned loud as Derrick pushed in to him and began to move in and out. As he fucked Josh, Derrick reached and pushed his fingers back into Keith’s hole. Both cops were moaning and groaning in pleasure as they were either fucked or finger. Derrick gave Josh ten long deep thrusts before pulling out and ramming into Keith.
2021-06-20 02:11:06 +0000 UTC
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Stress Relief 3
Since that night, Josh would once a week slip away from his wife and kids and get fucked by Derrick. At work and everywhere else he was the straight alpha male. In fact he was more confident and dominant then he was before. He worked out hard everyday and people would even compliment him on how reenergized he appeared. His wife was the only one concerned. Josh started to wear jockstraps and started to shave his crotch and ass regularly. When she questioned him, he just replied he needed a change. However, she couldn’t complain when he started to flirt with her again.
With Derrick though the straight alpha cop was a different man. Josh began to address the older man as sir and even master when they were alone. He became more and more experienced at being a cocksucker and taking Derrick’s huge cock up his tight bubble cop ass. Derrick had been busy turning his basement into a “playroom” and was excited to show it to Josh. He soon had the hot muscular cop handcuffed and suspended from the basement ceiling beams. While Josh was wearing only his jockstrap, gun belt, and boots, Derrick wrapped his arms around the stretched, chiseled torso. He began to play with the cop’s pert nipples as he pushed his cock into the muscular ass. Josh had been working extra hard on his body, especially his legs and ass and the results showed. Derrick was amazed how the cop turned slut had kept his ass so tight. Feeling those hot powerful, thick muscles as he rammed his cock up the younger man’s bluff body turned Derrick on so much. Josh closed his eyes while hanging there, enjoying the feel of the pounding in and out of him.
“Harder, please master fuck me harder, deeper,” Josh cried out
In the soundproof basement, Josh could moan as loud as he liked while getting pounded hard. “Fffuck, it feel so fucking good,” Josh moaned as he pushed his perfect cop ass back toward Derrick. Josh’s smooth, hard muscles were taunted as he hung by his stretched arms. Sweat was running over both men as they fucked. Josh was definitely becoming an aggressive power bottom, with an unending appetite to get fucked. Derrick finally got a good grip on the sweaty body and rammed all the way into the muscular cop. He moaned loud as he came deep inside Josh. Feeling his master cum inside him caused Josh to shoot his cum across the floor in great long joules. Josh continued to hang by his thick arms with Derrick’s own arms wrapped around him as both men recovered from their orgasmic high. Derrick finally pulled out of Josh’s ruined hole and released him from his own handcuffs. While Josh was pulling his uniform back on, Derrick approached him. “I want to get to know some of your fellow police officers. Invite three or four of them over next weekend for the big game,” Derrick said as he handed Josh the police shirt.
“Are you serious?” Josh stopped while pulling his uniform pants up his thick right leg, “are you sure?”
“Yes. I did a great job in relieving your stress, I might try to relieve their stress too,” Derrick laughed.
“But sir, I don’t think . . .” Josh tried to protest but Derrick cut him off.
Gripping Josh’s chin in his hand, “don’t think. You don’t do it very well. I think it would be a great idea.”
Derrick pulled Josh by the chin into a kiss.
“Yes, sir,” Josh moaned in response as Derrick pulled his tongue from the cop’s mouth and ended the kiss.
Derrick slapped Josh’s ass, “you better get home before your little woman wondered where her hot stud went off too.”
Next weekend Josh invited three of his fellow cop’s over to Derrick’s house to watch the big game on the older man’s 70 inch television. Among his friends was his work and workout partner, Keith. He was a built, blond hair, blue eyes stud. A real ladies man. He just had to flex his tattooed huge arms and winked blue eyes and he could have any woman he wanted. Josh and Keith were friends for years and often did everything together. As the four muscular off duty cops watched the game, Josh noticed Derrick checking out Keith’s muscular legs while the police officer was wearing a pair of khaki shorts. The fine blond hair on Keith’s thick legs made them appear smooth. Josh saw that Keith had noticed Derrick looking at his legs and gave a condescending smirk to the older man. Josh was scared at the prospect that Derrick might try to make a pass on the notorious homophobic Keith. No way Derrick could seduce Keith, Josh thought. Then again he thought the same thing about himself, that he would never take cock up his ass.
As the evening went on and so did the game, Josh's attention was pulled to the excitement on the television. He suddenly realized that Keith and Derrick weren't in the living room watching the game. Excusing himself from his other two friends, Josh made his way up to the bedroom. When he reached the top of the steps, he could hear low moans coming from the master bedroom.
“Please, stop, don’t fuck me any more. Oh, fuck,” the voice wimped from behind the door.
No way it could be Keith’s voice, Josh thought.
“You've been a bad boy haven’t you. Fucking your best friend’s wife behind his back,” however that voice was definitely Derrick’s.
Keith and Karen having an affair, Josh’s mind was racing. He quietly eased the door open.
“I’m sorry. It was a mistake, things just got out of control,” Keith was crying like a baby. “Don’t tell Josh.”
Keith was on his side with his legs tuck toward his chisel 8 pack and his shorts down around his ankles. Tears were running down the tough, arrogant cop’s rugged handsome face. Derrick was spooning beside him, holding the muscular cop’s body while slowly thrusting in and out of Keith’s bubble ass.
“That's it, baby,” Derrick said in a low voice as he pulled out and pushed back into the former alpha stud.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Keith moaned.
Josh could see Keith’s 7inch cock was rock hard and leaking as Derrick fuck him.
“It’s ok, everything is going to be ok as long as you submit to me. You don’t have to be stressed. It feels so good to give up control,” Derrick whispered as he thrusted harder and deeper into the blond cop.
“Feel so good to give up control,” Keith moaned.
“That’s it boy, cum for me,” Derrick ordered.
Josh was so turned on that he didn’t realize he had his own cock out of his shorts, jacking it as he watched his tough cop partner getting fucked. It didn’t matter that his work partner had just admitted having an affair with his bitch of a wife. It was so hot watching him submit to Derrick. Josh's eyes met Derrick’s, who had noticed him standing there. Derrick was smiling at him.
“Oh, fuck, I need to cum,” Keith cried out as he shot his load without even touching himself.
Derrick scooped up some of Keith’s cum in his fingers and fed it to the broken straight cop. Keith closed his eyes and obediently licked the fingers clean. He was rewarded with Derrick’s load pumping deep inside him.
Josh slowly backed away from the bedroom and returned to the game.
2021-06-18 00:57:19 +0000 UTC
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Officer Josh Oxley was just sitting in his police cruiser in front of his house. He dreads going into his own home. It had been another stressful day at work and now he had to come home to a house with screaming kids and a bitching, pregnant wife. Josh looked over to his neighbor’s and saw Derrick Stone sitting on his porch smoking one of his cigars. Josh felt his cock switching in his tight uniform pants at the sight of the older man. Josh was trying to avoid the older neighbor for the past couple of weeks since the older man fucked him. However, every night since then while Josh slept he dreamed of Derrick’s cock fucking his tight ass. He would get up in the middle of the night and sneak into the bathroom and jacked off. He couldn’t get the older man and his cock out of his head. As he watched Derrick puff on the long cigar, smiling at him, Josh found himself rubbing his cock head through his uniform. Derrick waved at him to come over.
Josh took a deep breath and got out of the patrol car. With his hands on his gun belt that hung around his masculine waist, Josh walked up Derrick’s driveway. Josh knew his cock was visibly hard through his dark uniform pants.
“How is it going,” Derrick asked as he puffed on the thick cigar.
“Good,” Josh looked around.
He was usually never nervous, usually being overconfident and even arrogant. He was also always in control and level headed. Very few people intimidated the muscular cop. However, no one had dominated and fucked him like Derrick did.
“Bad day at work,” Derrick blew the cigar smoke into the air.
Josh breathed in the smoke and felt himself getting even harder, “yeah, been stressful.”
Josh was staring straight at Derrick’s crotch. Despite how hard the tough, muscular cop tried to deny it to himself, Josh needed the cock so bad.
Derrick laughed, “why don’t you come inside and I will help you with that.”
Derrick stood up and headed into his house. Josh found himself obediently following.
Once inside the house, Derrick turned to the younger man, “strip, boy.”
It was a firm order and Josh found his cock throbbing at the voice. He wasn’t used to being ordered around by someone else and found it arousing.
The normally arrogant, confident police officer quickly removed his boots and gun belt. He then undid his pants’ belt and pants. He then pulled them down and stepped out of them. He was proud of his legs, having worked out at the gym on them two or three times a week and religiously rode his bike when he could. As a result his legs were thick and defined. The uniform shirt tails barely concealed the small blue bikini briefs he wore.
“Nice,” Derrick took in the muscular legs and sexy underwear the muscular cop was wearing.
Josh continues to strip as Derrick sits in his favorite chair in the living room and puffs on his cigar. Josh undid his uniform shirt. He turned and neatly folded his pants and shirt on the couch. He knew he was giving the older man a nice view of his round brief covered ass. Josh then unfastened his bullet proof vest and removed it. As Josh stripped, Derrick pulled out his thick hard cock and was stroking it. Josh was down to this spandex t-shirt and tiny briefs as he watched the older man stroke himself. The compression t-shirt clinged and displayed Josh’s hard muscular body under it. The chisel 6 pack and heavy round pecs with their hard pointed nipples were clearly visible. Placing his hands on the bottom of the shirt, he lifted and peeled the shirt off. His body was smooth, muscular and tight as he stood in only his blue bikini briefs. His cock was stretching the nylon material fighting to get free. He started to hook his fingers into the briefs and pulled them down when Derrick told him to stop.
“Keep them on. And put your boots and gun belt back on and get on your knees, boy.”
Aroused and humiliated, Josh obeyed. He squeezed his heavy work boots back on his feet and fastened the utility belt back around his chisel bare waist. He looked like a stripper cop as he knelt before. Josh looked at the thick, long cock that had fucked and broken him a couple of weeks prior. He wrapped one of his large fists around the cock and stroked it. His fingers could barely wrap around the thick shaft. He looked at the cock in awe. Derrick reached a hand over and stroked the cop’s buzzed hair and eased Josh head down on him. Josh closed his eyes and obediently took the cock into his mouth.
“That’s a good boy, just relax,” Derrick whispered while stroking Josh’s bobbing head.
All thoughts of Josh’s stress faded from the alpha male’s mind as he gave up control to the older man. He felt so content as he tightened his lips around the cock and worked his tongue over the thick shaft. He was coating it with his drool and saliva as he worked it down this tight throat. Josh was so focused on pleasuring the other man that nothing else mattered.
Finally, Derrick pulled Josh off his cock and pulled the muscle bound cop to his booted feet. Taking Josh by his hand, he led the dazed cop over to the couch. Pushing the cop down on his back, Derrick grabbed Josh’s hands and pushed his muscular arms above his head. The cop’s massive biceps and triceps were bulging as Josh’s underarms were exposed. Derrick then took Josh’s handcuffs from his utility belt and cuffed the muscular and manly cop’s wrist above his head by his own handcuffs. Josh looked at him in fear and lust. Then Derrick lifted Josh’s thick, powerful legs onto his shoulders. Seeing the cop on his back, tree trunk size legs on his shoulders, and powerful arms cuffed, drove Derrick wild. He grabbed the tiny briefs that were stretched over Josh’s raging cock and beautiful round ass, and ripped them open. With the cop’s legs in the air, his tight cop pussy was exposed. Aiming his cock at the cop’s hole, Derrick split on Josh’s hole and pushed into him. Josh moaned loud as the thick cock stretched him open. It felt so good as Derrick thrusted in and out of him, in long deep thrusts. As Derrick fucked him, Josh flexed his muscles causing the older man to fuck him harder.
The tough alpha cop began to beg to be fucked harder, “Fffuck, harder, please fuck me harder. Please sir.”
Josh flexed his tight ass around the cock. He went from being a straight macho alpha to a muscle slut. All of his stress and straight life faded as he got pounded over and over. His cock was bouncing and slapping against his abs in rhythm with Derrick’s cock pounding his prostate. Josh threw his head back and moaned loud. He arched his back and closed his eyes in pleasure. He clamped his ass muscles down on Derrick’s cock as his entire body spasmed. Josh shot his load into the air. Wave after wave of cum shot across his chest, landing on Josh’s masculine face and huge arms.
Feeling Josh’s powerful ass muscles spasming and flexing around his cock, milking it, sent Derrick over the edge. He didn’t pull out but just unloaded his cum deep inside Josh’s ass.
When Derrick finally stopped coming and pulled out of Josh's well-bred cop pussy, he kept Josh cuffed as he went to get a wet towel. When he returned, he cleaned the cum off Josh’s shredded torso, masculine face, and muscular arms. Josh obediently laid there on the couch as he was cleaned up. Once all traces of the cum were gone, Derrick unlocked the cuffs. Josh then reluctantly redressed in his uniform, minus the destroyed underwear. Once redressed, Josh went home, with Derrick’s load deep inside his plump ass.
2021-06-17 01:01:07 +0000 UTC
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The 6’2 muscular off duty police officer pulled himself out of his neighbor’s pool laughing. Water ran off his chisel smooth torso as he slipped on a pair of flip flops and walked across the patio. His two kids were jumping and horsing around in the pool while his wife sat on the edge watching them. Josh ran a strong hand over his handsome face and brown hair to brush some of the water off him. His board shorts were soaked and pastel to his thick muscular thighs and didn’t hide the imprint of his cock that laid under them. He continued laughing as he walked over to his neighbor Mr. Stone, who stood by the door of his house watching the younger family enjoying themselves.
“Thank you a lot, for inviting us over to use your pool. We are really enjoying it,”Josh took a towel from a chair and started to dry himself off.
Derrick Stone couldn’t resist checking out his neighbor’s muscular, fit body especially as Josh bent over to dry off his well developed legs. Josh’s back was smooth and wide with beautiful chisel muscles. His ass stretched the fitted board shorts. It was big and obviously well muscular.
“I’m glad you took me up on it. I enjoy having you and your family over. The pool is rarely used and it seems to make your kids very happy,” the older man smiled and handed Josh a cold beer.
“Thanks,” Josh took the beer bottle. “It's been stressful at work and at home lately with Karen pregnant and all the issues and media attention at work.”
“Yes, I figure you are very tense and stressed, especially always being in control and in charge all the time,” Derrick watched Josh take a long drink from the bottle. It was his fifth beer since he arrived.
Josh was the stereotypical alpha male, dominant, in change and in control of everything in his life. Derrick handed him another beer, which Josh gladly took.
“Sometimes it's good just to let another man take charge and have control,” Derrick placed his hand on Josh’s muscle layered shoulders and gave the muscles a firm squeeze.
Josh suddenly felt uneasy as Derrick started to massage his shoulder. He had suspension that his older neighbor was gay, but being in law enforcement, Josh knew how to take care of himself. However, the beers he had and the heat was making him feel pretty mellow and hard to think. In addition, he felt his cock stir in his wet board shorts. He has been so horny lately with Karen pregnant and not able to put out.
“Why don’t we go inside,” Derrick squeezed harder on Josh’s muscle packed shoulder.
“Look I’m not gay,” Josh replied in stern whisper.
“Now you don’t want to ruin your kids' day, make them upset,” Derrick whispered as he moved his hand from Josh’s shoulder.
This time he reached for Josh’s crotch. Josh pulled back but the beer made him too slow and Derrick got a firm grip on his cock. It actually felt good, Josh found himself thinking as Derrick squeezed and rubbed his growing hard on.
“That's it, just let go of your stress and let another man take charge,” Derrick whispered. He was so close to Josh’s ear that the married stud could feel his breath on his earlobe.
“Karen, Josh and I are going to catch a game upstairs. You and the kids keep enjoying the pool,” Derrick pulled away and shouted over Josh’s shoulders toward Karen.
“Ok, you two have fun,” Karen called back.
Josh prayed that his wife and kids didn’t see his raging hard on as Derrick put his hand on Josh’s chisel back and led him inside. Once in the house, Derrick’s hand moved down the v shape back and grabbed Josh’s firm, round ass through the still wet shorts. Josh has never been groped like that before. He was both humiliated and aroused. He kept telling himself he wasn’t gay but yet he allowed the older man guide him up the stairs to his bedroom. He had a good twenty pounds of muscle on him compared to Derrick but he felt useless.
“Just relax and let me be in charge. It feels good to give up control,” Derrick continued as his hand massaged Josh’s ass.
The house was a lot bigger and nicer than Josh’s. On Josh’s cop salary, living with two kids and a third one on the way was a struggle especially when his wife wanted to live in the rich neighborhood and enjoy the finer things. Money issues always added to his stress, along with the job, and kids. Josh’s flip flops clapped and echoed on the marble floors. Derrick’s bedroom was bigger than their kitchen, dinning room and living room combined. The carpet floor was soft and the bed was huge. Josh was nervous as he stood in the bedroom in only his board shorts and flip flops and he felt naked. He heard Derrick locking the bedroom door behind them. As Josh turned to face Derrick, the older man grabbed the back of Josh’s head and pulled the off duty cop into a kiss. Josh started to resist but felt Derrick’s other hand on his crotch. As Derrick pushed his tongue into Josh’s mouth, he pulled apart the Velcro opening of the shorts and freed Josh’s hard throbbing cock. Josh’s 6” cock was rock hard as Derrick gripped and stroked it. Josh’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Derrick’s tongue was dominating Josh’s. Josh moaned into Derrick’s mouth. No one, except himself, had touched his cock for months. It felt so good to feel someone giving him a hand job. But as soon as he was on the verge of cumming, Derrick pulled his hand away from Josh’s throbbing cock. Josh watched nervously as Derrick opened his own pants and pulled out his cock. It was so much bigger than Josh’s, thicker and longer. Josh swallowed nervously. Derrick smiled at the straight stud before him.
He put his hand back behind Josh’s head, stroking the muscular neck, “just relax and give in.”
Before he knew what he was doing, Josh slowly knelt before his neighbor and leaned toward the thick cock.
“That’s a good boy,” Derrick whispered as he stroked Josh’s military style buzz haircut.
Derrick took the thick cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck it. As soon as the cock touched the back of his throat, the muscular cop began to gag and cough and had to pull it off.
“Just relax, take it slow. Relax your mouth,” Derrick whispered encouragingly.
Josh found himself doing as he was told as Derrick eased the cock back into his mouth. He was soon taking the cock down his tight throat. He found himself looking up at the older man with his brown eyes, looking for approval from his neighbor.
Josh was actually disappointed when Derrick pulled him off his cock and on to his feet. He wasn’t sure what was going on until Derrick positioned him with his back turned toward His neighbor and gently pushed him forward. Josh found himself on his hands and knees on the bed, naked except for his flip flops dangling from his feet. Josh’s naturally smooth ass was spread, revealing the tight virgin rosebud hole. He couldn’t believe he was in that position. A part of his mind was telling him to get out of there, he was straight. However, his cock was rock hard and leaking on the expensive bed sheets under him. He stayed in the position as Derrick took out a tube of lube from his nightstand. Josh suddenly grit his teeth as he felt the cold gal touching his ass hole while Derrick stroked the tight opening. Josh closed his eyes as he felt a finger slide into his hole and started stroking his insides.
“Just relax your cop pussy. Let me take care of you,” Derrick whispered as he eased in a second finger.
Josh moaned as leaned forward on the bed. He locked his hands together before him and rested on his thick forearms as he felt the two fingers wiggling and spreading him.
“That's it, relax your muscles. It's going to feel so good,” Derrick whispered.
Josh felt the fingers pulling out of him. But the emptiness was short-lived. Derrick grabbed him by the masculine hips and pushed his thick, lubed cock into Josh’s tight hole.
“Uggh, fuck, please stop,” Josh cried out as he was stretched open.
The pain was red hot as Derrick pushed deeper causing tears to run from Josh’s eyes. However, his cock remained rock hard and throbbing. Slowly the pain faded as his hole relaxed. Derrick then started to pull out and thrusted back in. As he moved in and out of him, the pain was replaced with pure pleasure. With each thrust, Derrick rammed Josh’s virgin prostate sending waves of pleasure shooting through his thick muscles.
“Oh, fuck, it feel so good,” Josh moan.
He could believe how much he was loving it. He stayed rock hard as Derrick plowed deeper and harder in and out of him. Josh buried his head against his muscular forearms to keep his moans down. As he was fucked he didn’t think of his kids, wife, job, or his straight life. He felt so good. No worries as he was fucked over and over. He didn’t want it to end. Derrick grabbed him by his mountain like delts and traps and rammed all the way into him. Josh’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His mouth fell open in a silent moan. Finally, with his cock deep inside the married muscle cop’s ass, Derrick grunted and came deep inside Josh. Feeling the warm cum filling his bowels pushed Josh to the edge. Without touching himself, he came hard under himself. He collapsed on the bed, in his own pool of cum, with Derrick still deep inside him. When the two men willed themselves to separate, they got up and cleaned themselves off. When they returned to the swimming pool, Josh’s wife had no idea that the masculine, sexy husband she was so proud of, had been fucked like a bitch by their older neighbor.
2021-06-16 00:41:19 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part eight
Once again the thousands of followers of the Serpent gathered in the square before the great temple pyramid. They were hemming and chanting their prayers, working themselves up in a fanatic fever. From the temple at the top of the pyramid emerged Thulsa and the ruling faction. With them was Conan in only chains and a ragged loincloth that barely concealed his large cock and balls and his muscular ass. Before the small temple at the top of the pyramid was a pit built into the pyramid itself. Fire was bellowing up from the pit, sending smoke shoring into the sky. Upon seeing their king and his would-be assassin the masses began to cheer and chant Thulsa’s name. Thulsa raised his hands in the air and the people grew quiet.
“My people, a great crime was attempted yesterday when we gathered to sacrifice to our true god. This man tried to kill your king and bring about terror to you, the faithful followers of the Serpent god. For his crimes he will be sacrificed first today to please the great good,” Thulsa’s voice was loud and was clearly heard.
The people cheered again. Conan stood emotionlessly as he looked out onto the square below him. The height was great as the pyramid towered over the square and the surrounding buildings of the city. As Conan was brought to the edge of the burning pit, his eyes moved to the guard gripping his right bicep. The guard’s hand looked like the hand of a little boy in comparison to Conan’s massive biceps. Conan’s eyes lowered and saw the sword he had taken from the tomb of the ancient Gomorrahian Emperor, hanging from the guard’s gold belt. His eyes shot back up to the guard’s hands. Instead of seeing a younger man’s hand he saw an ancient hand gripping his arm. The wrinkly hands contested to the smooth, tight skin stretched over the hard bulging muscles of Conan’s arm. Conan looked up at the side profile of the guard’s face. Under the gold helmet was the face of the sorcerer. Thulsa rises his arms again, preparing to order Conan to be sacrificed into the raging pit.
“Act now,” the Sorcerer whispered.
Conan felt his chains break and fell to the stone floor with a loud crush. He quickly grabbed his sword, swinging at the surprised guards and soldiers. He used his powerful legs to kick several soldiers off the high podium. Their screams echoing as their bodies rolled down the sides of the high pyramid. Thulsa was caught in surprise by the erupting collapse. His followers were screaming and fleeing. He stared in hatred at the sorcerer and then at Conan. His eyes began to change into the yellowish eyes of the Serpent. As Thulsa transformed, Conan jumped into the air toward the Serpent king, both hands clenching the sword. Then in a brief second it was over, the panic died down as a quietness fell over the square. Thulsa’s lifeless, headless body rolled down the stone steps toward his horrified followers. On top of the pyramid stood Conan with the sword in one hand and the half human, half snake head of Thulsa held high in the air in his other hand. The crowds and soldiers were silent in fear and confusion. Then the sorcerer approached Conan’s side and proclaimed in a powerful voice, “hail the new king. King by right of conquest. Hail king Conan.”
The royal guards who secretly hated Thulsa were the first to draw their swords, “Hail King Conan. Hail Conan.”
From the city beyond the square, word was traveling quickly of Thulsa’s death and a new king was being proclaimed. The citizens were eager to seek revenge on Thulsa’s followers, and began to march toward the temple pyramid. Fearing the royal guards and the masses of citizens heading toward the square, Thulsa’s former loyal soldiers either laid down their swords or fled the city with the most fanatic followers.
For the next decade, King Conan ruled as a just and powerful ruler. Those followers of Thulsa’s who resisted were hunted down and defeated. He then led his armies to expand his empire. One nation after another fell to his feet. He was said to be undefeatable and was known in all corners of the world as Conan the Conqueror. Riches and male slaves were brought back to the capital as trophies.
After his latest campaign, Conan returned to the palace and to the Sorcerer. The sorcerer mixed the king his favorite drink, while two naked slaves helped Conan out of his armor and clothes. The sorcerer watched as the richly tunic was pulled over Conan’s head, displaying his still beautiful muscular body. It was battle hardened but still flawless. The legs were still powerful and smooth. The back was wider but still a perfect v shape from the broad shoulders down to the narrow lower back. The marble like buttocks were barely hidden by the tiny silk loincloth that Conan now stood in. His hair was still long in the northerner barbarian tradition as it fell to the massive mountains of muscles that layered his shoulders. The slave boys' hands were trembling in awestruck and lust as they undressed their master and king. The sorcerer smiled at them. He knew the boys were hoping to share Conan’s bed that evening. Conan had a reputation of bedding every one of his slaves and many of his warriors and guards. He had many favorites. However, on nights when he returned from his campaigns, he was the sorcerer’s. Conan needed to replenish the sorcerer’s seed inside him.
The sorcerer crossed the great marble bedchamber and handed the gold cup to Conan. Conan looked at the ancient sorcerer and submissively lowered his head. Conan never showed deference to anyone. However, the Sorcerer was not anyone. He was the source of Conan’s power.
“Leave us,” Conan barked at the slaves and the guards standing by the door.
The room quickly cleared out, leaving the king and his sorcerer along. Conan lifted the sweet wine to his lips and drank. As he drank down the wine, the Sorcerer reached out and squeezed Conan’s huge pecs. He digged his nails into the meaty pecs and he squeezed and groped them. Conan, having finished the wine in one drink, moaned as his pecs and nipples were worked. The sorcerer moved his other hand down the king’s cobblestone abs, tracing the deep valleys. Leaning forward, the taller, older sorcerer kissed and licked the king’s thick neck. Conan closed his eyes as the sorcerer traced the bulging artery vein down to the massive shoulders. Conan’s cock was hard as it tent his loincloth. It was begging for attention. After tracing each abs and then tracing the line of veins into his loincloth, the Sorcerer’s nails cut the tiny useless cloth loose and let it fall to the marble floor. He then took Conan’s large, strong hands within his and led the naked king over to the bed. Conan felt like the boy he once was when the sorcerer first mounted him in the tiny hut in the barren wastelands many years ago. Now instead a hut and a bed of straw, the bed was large enough for several men and covered in expensive silk and furs. Conan looked up at the sorcerer as he was laid on the bed. The sorcerer opened his robes and let them fall to the floor, exposing his thin pale body, and the thick monstrous cock. Conan stared into the sorcerer’s eyes as his thick legs were lifted up. One powerful leg was draped over the sorcerer’s bonely shoulders and the other huge leg wrapped around the sorcerer’s thin body.
“By Krum’s and J’ong’s cocks,” Conan moaned loudly as he took the sorcerer’s monstrous cock up his tight ass.
Conan’s moans grew louder and louder as he was fucked deep. Despite how many times he had taken the cock, he never got over the feeling of the huge cock sliding in and out of his hole. It was pure pleasure. His fist grabbed the fur covers and silk sheets as he threw his head back and lifted his back in the air. His own cock was throbbing and slapping against his chisel abs as the sorcerer rammed in and out of Conan’s hole. He tightened his ass as hard as he could around the cock deep inside him. He was so desperate to feel the seed inside him that he was milking the cock with his ass muscles.
“Fffuck, by Fucking Krum’s manpussy, breed me,” Conan yelled out as he clutched down on the cock like a vice.
He was rewarded with the sorcerer’s seed. He could feel the seed filling him deep inside his blowls. Conan quickly followed and shot his own load high into the air, landing on his massive pecs, face and hair. Conan looked so peaceful as the sorcerer pulled out of his ruined manpussy and gently laid the hero back on the soft bed. With all Conan’s conquests and quests and legends, the people will forever know him as Conan the barbarian, Conan the Conqueror, and the undefeatable but to the powerful sorcerer Conan will forever be his Conan the Conquered.
The End.
2021-06-15 00:33:55 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part Seven
While outside the lavish palace, the fanatic followers were purging and looting those they considered morally corrupt, their leaders were inside the great throne room, engaging in a debauchery orgy of sex. Men and women were intertwined on pillows, elegant dining couches, and on the hard marble floors of the throne room. It seemed as if every corner of the great hall was occupied with lovers. Their moans were barely drowned out by the hypnotic music of flutes and harps. They were a mass and mound of naked flesh engaging in every sin that they hypocritical condemned only hours earlier in public.
On the dais at the end of the hall, Conan was chained around his thick neck at Thulsa’s feet, like a dog. He was broken and naked, barely able to lift his head. Above him sit Thulsa on his tall golden throne. He wore thick gold robes that virtually covered every part of him except his round, weathered face. He sat with his eyes closed, listening to the music being played by the musicians concealed behind the throne room’s curtains. Slowly his features changed. His skin began to grow scaly and his mouth and nose slowly became elongated. When he opened his eyes, they became yellow and his pupils were slits instead of round.
Conan looked down and saw a long massive snake tail moving out from under Thulsa’s robes. In horror, Conan turned and instead of seeing a man in the heavy robes, it was a massive python that stared back at him. It’s long, thin, two-punge tongue flicked out at him. Before Conan could get up from the floor, the snake slithered out of Thulsa’s robes and wrapped itself around Conan’s powerful body. It was bone crushing as it tightened its grip around Conan’s struggling muscles. What were Thulsa’s limbs were now smaller snakes that were attached to the larger python’s body. Conan tried to scream but one of the snakes pushed into his mouth and began to fuck Conan’s throat. Two other snake-like appendages darted out and attached themselves to Conan’s nipples. Tears ran from Conan’s eyes in pain as the smaller snakes bite on his nipples, and the main body wrapped even tighter around his body. It was so hard to struggle or even breathe. Another snake-like appendage latched on to Conan’s thick cock. The snake’s mouth began to suck his cock, making it hard. Finally the appendage that was Thulsa’s monstrous cock slid into Conan’s hole, stretching it wide open. Conan couldn’t scream as the snake appendage fucked his throat. Sweat poured off Conan’s body as every muscle and vein of his body flexed, bulged, and strained against the snake’s grip. The pain from the massive appendage was steering white hot. The snake-like appendage moved in and out of him, pounding his abused prostate over and over. All the while the other appendages were fucking and sucking his mouth, nipples and cock. He felt as if he was being split into two by his own lust and fear. Unable to resist he came hard into the mouth on his cock, even though his own body was being crushed. Everything finally went black and his body hung helplessly in the snake's grip.
Conan awakened alone on a bed of red silk. It was morning as the sun shone through the open terrace onto his face. Was it a dream, he automatically asked himself as he tried to set up. However, the pain of his abused rib cage shot through his body. His ass was also hurting as if he took both arms of a grown man up his hole at the same time. He saw much great magic in his life but he couldn’t explain what had happened to him. His mind wanted to tell him it was a dream but his injured body told him that it was very much real. It was pure dark magic.
2021-06-13 01:14:18 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part 6
With the sorcerer’s seed inside his large bubble ass, Conan felt a new wave of confidence as he emerged from the tiny temple. Thanks to the Sorcerer, He now wore the robes of a priest to allow him to get closer to the pyramid temple. The tunic came only down to his mid thigh and displayed his muscular legs. He easily mingled among the crowds, making his way up the steps of the pyramid. He had gotten about a hundred feet up the pyramid when trumpets blew to announce the beginning of the ceremonies. The crowds gathered closer around Conan and his progress up the pyramid was blocked as guards and soldiers lined crossed the stairs. The crowds roared as King Thulsa emerged from a gallery built half way up the massive temple pyramid. He lifted his arms into the air as the cheers got louder. He was wearing white robes, with gold emboldening. Over his long black hair, he wore a white headdress adored with the image of the two headed snake. A large gold chain with the same snake hangs around his neck.
“My children,” he spoke loud and clear. The massive crowd grew quiet. “We are here today to bring about a new era. The old gods had become decedent and immoral. Today we will rush in a new age, an age of the Serpent. The believers in the old gods must be converted. If they oppose or stand in our way, they must be eliminated.”
The masses yelled and cheered louder. Conan knew he needed to strike now. He reached into his cloak for his dagger. He was so close now.
Thulsa was loving the cheers and the devotion of his followers. His hands and arms in the air encouraged them. However, suddenly he felt a disturbance near him. It was getting stronger. Every sense in Thulsa’s body became on alert. His eyes scanned the vast crowd as his fear grew. Finally his eyes fell upon a muscular priest. This was no mere priest, the man’s legs and arms were much too muscular for any priest. Then he saw the man remove his hood and displayed the long straight hair of a northerner. Thulsa watched the stranger pull out a dagger, lifted it into the air and let go of it. The dagger flew through the air, above the crowds, straight at Thulsa’s heart. At the last second, with a wave of his hand the dagger fell straight down in mid flight. Briefly the sound of metal hitting stone was all that could be heard. The dagger of fine northern steel laid on the stone steps at Thulsa’s feet.
People were crying and yelling as they tried to flee in horror while the soldiers rushed toward Conan. He tried to escape but the mass of bodies made it impossible. As the soldiers approached him, with their swords drawn, he was vastly outnumbered. Using his powerful legs he knocked the first charging soldier off his fight. The next two succumbed to his fist and massive arms, Conan then grabbed one of their swords and began to stash it through the air. Thulsa stood watching in amazement and anger as Conan struggled and fought off dozens of Thulsa’s best soldiers. A soldier eventually got close enough to drive his sword into Conan’s side. However, Conan tried to keep fighting but eventually it was too much for Conan alone. The last thing he saw before everything went black was Thulsa approaching him, towering over him as he passed out.
Conan first heard the running water of a fountain then birds singing when he awoke. He was naked laying on the cold stone ground of the palace’s garden. He grabbed his side but discovered that his wound had miraculously healed.
“You have me to thank for healing you, despite your attempt to kill me,” Conan looked up at Thulsa’s large belly as he towered over him.
Conan tried to lunge toward the king. It took four guards, two on each side of him grabbing his shoulders, to pushed him back to the ground. Thulsa was impressed with the huge, shredded muscle of Conan’s body as he was held before the king. Conan’s back was wide and sculpted. The tight skin, stretched over the bulging muscles, was smooth and flawless. Thulsa couldn’t help from admiring the thick powerful buttocks. The king used his booted right foot to lifted Conan’s chin up. He saw the hatred in the muscular northern’s eyes as he look up at him. Thulsa smiled.
“When will you realize you can not fight me,” Thulsa roared in laughter. “I’m now more powerful than even your friend the sorcerer. Oh, I know he was the one that was helping you, as he plotted against me. He thought I didn’t know his conspiracy,” Thulsa looked up at the high walls where members of the royal guards in their gold armor stood on guard. “He even tried to infuriate my only bodyguards.” Thulsa’s eyes found the guard he was looking for. With a wave of Thulsa's hand, the handsome guard mindlessly stepped forward and fell off the high wall, crushing onto the stone floor far below. “You see you cannot stop me.”
“Take him to the dungeons for now, and let the men enjoy him,” Thulsa laughed.
Two soldiers lifted Conan by his arms and dragged him out of the lavish gardens. In the wet dark dungeons, Conan endured such humiliation he had never experienced, as the guards and soldiers took turns fucking his mouth and ass. They were rough and brutal, degrading him while they used him. He was on the verge of being broken. He had serviced many men over the years but this time it was against his will. Not even the guards of the labor pits were that rough and humiliating to him. He prayed to Crom despite knowing that Crom would not answer his prayers. He tried to mentally call for help from the sorcerer. However, he feared that the sorcerer had been defeated as well. However, despite how much that degraded and dominated him, Conan refused to cry out or show any emotions. He kept his eyes closed and tried to focus his mind elsewhere. Conan’s powerful body was bruised and broken. Every muscle ache when the guards finally left him alone in the cold cell. His hole was in ruins from the guards brutally pounded it over and over. Cum leaked from the destroyed hole, running down his massive thighs and on to the floor. He curled up, naked in the corner. He had failed, his family, his people, the Sorcerer, and his gods. He wasn’t left alone for long to let his failures sink in. A royal guard in the shining gold uniform came down the dark ancient steps toward the cell. “The King wants him brought to the banquet,” the royal guard ordered to the dungeon guards as they immediately stood at attention.
2021-06-11 01:00:24 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part 5
Thulsa sits by his window in his new palace looking out toward the temple. His fingers were locked together under chin with his elbows resting on the gold arms rests of his throne. Before him, one of his personal bodyguards was on his knees, his face buried in the king’s lap. The sun reflected off the guard’s gold armor. The handsome guard was gagging and coughing on the king’s huge cock but he dared not stop serving the king. The guard’s masculine face with a strong jawline, was turning red as his head bobbed up and down on the massive cock.
Thulsa paid little attention to the soldier who was serving his cock. He took in the scene before him. From his chambers, he could see people pouring into the square and up the great steps and terraces of the temple pyramid, a sea of white robes. Pilgrims from every corner of his empire were there to reign in a new era, the era of the Serpent.
“You finally decided to show yourself,” Thulsa laughed without turning his head or moving from his throne.
From the shadows of the chamber emerged the sorcerer. He was tall and grand with his long white hair and rich robes. He moved so gracefully that it almost seemed like he was gliding across the black marble floors.
“I didn’t want to disturbed you. You look like you were enjoying yourself,” the ancient sorcerer smirked.
“Leave us,” Thulsa pulled his cock from the guard’s mouth.
Sorcerer felt sorry for the younger man, as the guard quickly stood up and almost ran to the door, with drool and saliva running down his handsome chin.
“What would your faithful followers think if they saw you being pleasured by another man,” the sorcerer smirked.
“Ha, they are fools. They would believe whatever I tell them,” the king laughed.
Thulsa didn’t bother covering himself as he got up from his throne and walked toward a table where a bottle of sweet wine was sitting. The monstrous cock was almost obstructed by Thulsa’s large round stomach. The handsome apprentice from the mysterious Far East the sorcerer once took under his wing was long gone.
“A drink,” Thulsa turned to the Sorcerer, lifting the glass bottle.
“No thanks,” the Sorcerer raised his hand.
“I think you don’t trust me, my friend,” the king poured himself some wine into a gold cup.
“We haven’t been friends for many decades,” the sorcerer responded.
The king shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his wine, “you still haven’t forgiven me?”
“For betraying the gods, murdering our lovers, no,” the Sorcerer responded bitterly.
“It's been many decades,” Thulsa walked back to his chair. “The last few days, I have been sensing a disturbance that has arrived in the city. I have also been seeing my death in my dreams because of this disturbance. You don’t know anything about this new arrival do you, my old master,” Thulsa closed his eyes with his back toward the ancient Sorcerer.
“Not at all, maybe it is one of your pilgrims,” the Sorcerer smiled. He could sense that Thulsa was trying to read his thoughts but he was too powerful for his former apprentice to break through the barriers he had long constructed.
“Whatever the case, I just want to make sure you are aware that if anything happens to me, my soldiers have orders to burn the city to the ground, including every temple and the city inhabitants in it,” Thulsa sipped his wine.
The sorcerer didn’t show any emotion, “then let hope nothing happens to you.”
Conan walked into the packed center square and was greeted with the hamming of the thousands of followers of the Serpent god. They were packed into the square before the steps of the great temple pyramid. Soldiers in black armor and royal guards in gold armor stood in front of the pyramid and along the steps that ascended hundreds of feet to the very top. For the first time in his life he was nervous. How can he alone defeat the Serpent king and avenge his father and his people. He began to wander around the square looking for a place that would obscure him until the appointed time. It was then he saw the tall man, in priestly robes watching him. When his eyes met, Conan knew who the man really was.
“My boy you look lost, what worries you,” the Sorcerer in his disguise asked as he approached Conan.
“I’m scared, my lord,” Conan confided.
“A strong, fit man like yourself, has nothing to fear,” the sorcerer placed his hand on Conan’s broad, smooth pecs and gently pushed his hands into his shirt.
The man’s touch on his massive pecs made Conan feel so good and relaxed. Conan smiled blissfully as the sorcerer’s ancient hands stroked the hard, smooth muscles of his chest. Conan’s cock was hard and throbbing in his tight pants.
“Come my ch*ild,” the Sorcerer whispered as he led the muscular barbarian to a small stone structure on the edge of the square.
The small structure barely fit both men and the bed-like altar. Then the sorcerer turned to Conan and his bonely hands began to undo the shirt as his hand traveled down the muscular torso.
“Do you know this place, or heard of the legend of Krom and J’ong Ra,” the Sorcerer whispered as he kissed Conan’s thick neck.
“Krom and J’ong Ra fought each other for the control of the heavens,” Conan moaned as the sorcerer nibbled on the thick cords of muscles running down his neck to his boulders size shoulders.
“That’s only a part of the story,” the Sorcerer undid the cord holding the pants around Conan’s chisel waist. “The gods were divided on who should rule the heavens and earth. Each god had to side with either Crom the god of the sky or J’ong the god of the earth. The two gods fought for a millennium with no winner.” Conan’s pants slid down his massive thighs and his thick cock popped free. “Finally, the gods made the two powerful gods of war work out their differences in a hut on this very spot. For tw3lve nights and days the two gods wrestled one another for who would be on top.” The Sorcerer leaned in and licked Conan’s large right nipple. “On the twelfth night, J’ong pinned and fucked Krom and for another 30 nights the gods made love.”
Conan moaned as he was guided over to the stone altar, his massive powerful legs lifted up onto the ancient sorcerer’s bonely shoulders. The sorcerer opened his robes displaying his monstrous cock. Conan wanted the cock back into him. He willed himself to relax his hole.
“The two gods lived happily for many centuries, ruling the heavens and earth,” the Sorcerer continued his story as he aimed his cock at Conan’s smooth manpussy and pushed into him.
Conan let out a deep gutter grunt as the cock slid into him. He felt waves of pleasure course through him. The sorcerer grabbed hold of Conan's massive pecs as he slammed in and out of him. In return, Conan wrapped his powerful legs around the old man and pulled him deep inside him.
Conan closed his eyes and images of the two ancient gods filled his mind. Crom and J’ong were wrestling, struggling against each other. Their muscles flexed and strained against each other while sweat covered them. They were ripping each other’s clothes as they groped and grind their hard muscles. The sky and earth shaked and roared for 12 days and nights. Finally the smaller J’ong penetrated the muscle god Crom. Crom was defeated and accepted his fate. The two former enemies made love for the next 30 days. Conan’s eyes rolled back into his eyes as the sorcerer continued to thrusted in and out of him, deep long thrusts. Crom and J’ong lived several centuries together until one day, J’ong left his lover Crom. Bitter and in sorrow Crom shut himself up in this foreboding fortress of dispel. The images were so vivid in Conan’s minds. He had finally realized the truth of all the legends he heard as a boy.
Conan worked his ass muscles around the cock deep inside him. He needed the sorcerer’s seed inside him. Only with the ancient cum could he be undefeatable.
2021-06-10 00:54:53 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part 4
Conan never slept so well and woke in such delight as he did now. The bed was soft and covered in silk, it was like sleeping on a cloud against Conan’s hard huge muscles. Conan awakened in the morning with his large, defined arms wrapped around a muscular slave boy on each side of him. They were each sucking on his massive pecs while two other slaves were down by his powerful legs. One was sucking his thick cock while another had spread Conan’s thighs and was eating their master’s cum from the barbarian’s well fucked hole. Conan groaned and threw his head back as he began fuck the mouth on his cock with his powerful hips. The mouths and tongues on his cock and in his hole felt so good. He grabbed the slave who was sucking on his left nipple, by the hair, and pulled him into a kiss. The slave’s mouth and tongue tasted of sweet wine. He let go of the slave’s hair and let him return to nursing on his pecs while Conan grabbed the slave on his right. This one’s mouth tastes like honey. His tongue wrestled with the slave’s in a deep kiss. When both slave’s returned to nursing on his nipples, Conan ran his hands down their athletic, lean bodies. They were both so smooth and tight, with sculpted lean muscles. They positioned themselves so he can accent their tight muscular asses while still sucking on his massive pecs. He squeezed and slapped their plump, yet firm asses causing the slave’s to moan and giggle. He then pushed a large finger into each smooth boypussy. This was true heaven he thought to himself as he laid his head back and closed his eyes.
“I hope you slept well, my friend,” the master of the house entered wearing a bright colorful robe.
“Good, and woke to the pretty mouths of your boy whores,”both men laughed.
For the next couple of hours, the older man sit on the edge of the bed watching Conan fuck each of his slaves. The boys took turns bouncing on his cock as Conan lay stretched out on the bed. The rich man stroked Conan’s stretched smooth legs, feeling the massive muscles flexing each time he came in one of the slaves. Then Conan flipped the boys on to their back and took turn fucking each slave’s exquisite tight hole. Conan didn’t protest as the rich man ran his hands down Conan’s shredded, wide v-shape back and over the tight sculpted ass. The merchant admired and stroked the thick cords of muscles that ran up the back of Conan’s legs as he thrusted in and out of each slave. The man’s touch seemed to turn Conan on more, even when the man pushed his finger into the Barbarian’s muscle pussy. “Fuck! By Fucking Krom’s cock,” Conan cried loud as the man’s finger teased his prostate. Conan groaned loud and fucked the slaves harder. When the sun reached noon, Conan had bred each slave twice.
“Be careful my friend, may J’ong-Ra and Krom be with you,” the rich man stood at the door of his house as bid Conan farewell.
“Thank you, merchant, for your generosity. Until we m33t again, my friend,” Conan lowered his head in respect.
The merchant gave Conan new clothes to wear. They were tight around his massive thighs, huge ass, and thick arms, and the shirt was unable to be fully close around his large, full pecs. However, the material felt so comfortable against his hard muscles, especially his cock. It felt so different from the animal skins and furs he was used to wearing. The softness caressed his sensitive cock head as he moved, forming an impressive outline through the thin material.
As he turned to head back down the hill into the crowded city, he looked at the view from the merchant’s house. The large mansion had an imposing view of the great city that laid out below it. At the center of the city stood the great temple pyramid. It was ancient but grand as it towered over the surroundings, newer buildings of the city. It was his final destination, there he would greet his destiny.
Conan made his may down the hill of the rich elite. Closer he got to the main Street level, the more crowded the streets became. The twisting streets once around opened up to broad avenues. He soon learned his way through the city, realizing that all the broad avenues led to the center of the city and the great temple, like the spikes of a wheel. He passed the busy public baths, where men of every class mingle together, naked. The baths were built like palaces with high arched ceilings over 100 feet tall. He continued to walk. He passed the numerous male whore houses, where younger naked men stood by the doors, trying to lure men to patron their establishments. Conan could hear their cat calls toward him, but he had no time, even though the fine pants were making him horny.
Closer to the temple square the more Conan noticed the pilgrims in their white hooded robes crowding together, making their way to the temple. They were fanatics; the Merchant had warned him. Nearer the temple square the streets became a sea of white robes. As they passed the city numerous temples, bathhouses, and brothas, the pilgrims shouted and denounced the debauchery and decadence of the city. They shouted that men should only lie with women. Conan couldn’t understand their logic. Women were weak, and couldn’t possibly pleasure a man. Women were only for producing warriors, Conan grunted to himself. Violence erupted throughout the city as the zealots crushed and attacked the peaceful followers of the old gods. The authorities, controlled by the King, stood back and did nothing to stop them. The whole city was on the verge of erupting.
(Should I continue or start to wrap up the story?”)
2021-06-09 00:52:04 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part 3
The rich stranger stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He pulled his hand out from under Conan’s animal skin vest, “ you are not a serpent pilgrims in town for the sacrifice tomorrow are you? You surely do not dress or even build like one.”
“No, I hate this Serpent cult and their monster of a king,” Conan roared in anger.
“Good, but it is not safe to be too vocal against them and King Thulsa,” the older man tried to quit the muscular barbarian. He returned his hand under Conan’s vest and stroked the curvature of the muscular warrior’s lower back as they continued walking. “Just the other night, those fanatics raided and burned the temple of Thot Amun. They killed the priests and took the temple’s boy whores to be sacrificed to their serpent god tomorrow. What a waste,” the man whispered as they approached a large richly decorated house. “Even a man of my means is made to hide his true devotion.”
It was obvious to Conan that this was the man’s home, as the thick bronze doors were opened by a nude slave. Conan never saw such a house. It was large and richly decorated. The house was divided into two selections, one selection arranged around the large former Atrium with a small pool in the center of the room. The other selection was arranged around an open air garden, lined with columns and beautiful nude statues of warriors. Sounds of birds and flowing water filled the entire house. Two naked male slaves, adorned with gold jewelry around their flawless necks, waist, wrists, and ankles, rushed to their master and removed his cloak.
“Would you like a bath, my friend,” the man asked as he ran his hands into Conan’s vest, feeling the huge slabs of his chest.
“Yes,” Conan replied in surprise that there was a bathing pool inside the house.
Conan had bathed the night before in a stream a couple of miles outside the capital’s walls. The man watched as his slaves led the awestruck barbarian toward the bathing pool. He once more admired the powerful thick legs as Conan was led away from him.
Conan was resistant at first as the slaves tried to remove his sword and weapons, but seeing the steam rising from the warm large pool he grew relaxed. The slave’s gently removed Conan’s fur boots, vest and finally his loincloth before guiding him down the steps into the hot bath. He had never experienced a hot bath before. The water felt so good on his massive muscles. Conan groaned as the slaves began to wash him, soaping up his powerful body. The slave boys were beautiful and he wanted to fuck each of them. Their hands were scrubbing and stroking every part of his body, driving the barbarian mad in lust. He grabbed at the slaves. Their bodies were lean and wet as they giggled and wriggled out of his powerful arms.
“Come here, my little fishies,” he laughed in his deep masculine voice.
He finally grabbed hold of the tallest of the slaves, a boy with curly blond hair and a chisel lean body. Bending the boy forward in his huge arms, he pushed his thick cock between the smooth bubble ass cheeks. The boy moaned and squirmed in his powerful embrace. The boy pussy felt so good around Conan’s cock as he thrusted hard into the boy.
It was then that Conan noticed the house owner laying by the pool on a dining couch. The man’s robes were spread open revealing a hard, thick cock. Conan pulled out of the boy and walked toward the steps leading out of the pool. Water dripped over his massive sculpted muscles as he walked out of the water and toward the dining couches. The man smiled at him and opened his robes more. The great and powerful Conan knelt before the man and took the cock into his mouth. Conan was rewarded with moans from the older man. The man grabbed Conan’s long hair and began to fuck his mouth. Conan gagged and coughed over the cock but didn’t stop serving it. He didn’t stop bobbing his head on and off the cock until the man pulled him away by his hair. The old man stood up and patted on the silk covered couch for Conan to bend over it. Obediently getting into position, Conan bent over the gold couch and spread his massive tree thunk size legs. The man snapped his fingers and a slave ran to him with a jag. Pushing his hands into the jag he scoop up a generous amount of clear gel-like substance and smear it on Conan’s tight, hairless hole. The man then grabbed Conan’s powerful muscular waist and roughly pushed into him. Conan cried out in pleasure as the cock penetrated his tight canal. His entire body was on fire as waves of pleasure coursed through him. As the man fucked him, Conan’s eyes rolled back into his head. Images, caused by the drug like gel, filled his lust crazed mind. Images of him killing Thulsa, of Conan sitting on the Throne, of Conan conquering and being hailed as the Conqueror filled his mind. There were also images of the ancient sorcerer fucking him, breeding him, that sent the powerful barbarian over the edge. He howled and thrusted backwards against the man, wanting more. The older man had to grab Conan's long mane as he pounded the savage warrior’s hole. It was like riding a wild beast, a lust crazed beast. Finally Conan came hard, shooting his thick white load over the bright silk pillows. The power of Conan’s ass gripped and spasmed around the man’s cock, like a vice, causing the man to cum deep and hard inside Conan.
Across the great city, in his tower, the sorcerer walked across the marble floors to a clear pool of water. Two tall muscular younger men lounge naked by the pool edge looking into the magical water. The sorcerer looked down at the image of Conan getting fucked by the wealthy merchant. He smiled as he watched the huge muscular Conan take the cock like a wild beast in heat. The sorcerer ran his hand through the hair of one of the warriors who lounged by the pool. The sorcerer was pleased as everything in his plans was falling into place. The fabulous rich merchant would be a major backer of the new regime when Conan took power. The two exquisite warriors who was naked before him were officers in the palace guard and would ensured Conan would be hailed as king upon Thulsa assassination. The two guards looked up at him in mindless obedience as he stroked their firm chisel jawlines. The sorcerer walked back across the floor and looked out into the night from his balcony. The city was ablaze with light at the late hour as its thousands of people continued their lives even in the dark of night. In the center of the city, laminated by hundreds of touches was the Great pyramid temple. Tomorrow, his beloved temple to the Sun god, will be re-dedicated to the Serpent god and hundreds of male slaves would be sacrificed. Thulsa Doom must die tomorrow, the Sorcerer whispered.
2021-06-08 00:17:43 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered Part 2
Over the years, the Sorcerer had become disenchanted with the Serpent King. Thulsa Doom was an apprentice of the ancient sorcerer and the sorcerer taught and shared with him many of his powers and secrets, including his abilities to control people’s minds. Thulsa Doom used the knowledge he learned from the sorcerer to become the Serpent King and built a powerful empire. The King had grown rich and powerful thanks to the Sorcerer. However, instead of advancing the old religion of the long dead Gomarrhian Empire, Thulsa Doom created his own cult of the two headed Serpent with himself as the high priest. The new cult was too fanatic for the sorcerer’s taste and began to purge all other religions including the ancient bisexual gods that the sorcerer worshipped. Therefore, the Sorcerer finally decided that Thulsa must go. He saw the beautiful, muscular Conan as the perfect successor for Thulsa.
Conan finally arrived at the Serpent King’s new grand city. He had never seen a city like this before. A million souls crowded inside the city’s great walls. Every nation of the world was represented within its population. Every language both known and unknown was spoken in its streets. Conan never saw a city with so many fountains and never saw a city with clean streets like this one. It’s markets were packed and offered everything from the rarest meats to exotic fruits to beautiful slave boys from throughout the world. Conan quickly realized that the selling of male pleasure slaves was the chief industry of the capital.
Conan stood at the slave markets, watching the naked slaves being displayed and fondled by potential buyers. The slaves ranged from skinny, pale boys to muscular tan youthful warriors. Conan found himself growing hard as he took in the smooth, flawless body of a slave from the islands of the central sea. The boy’s body was tight and sculpted with lean muscles. The slave’s cock was heavy and impressive and his ass was mouthwatering. Conan lusted to have the boy but he had no means to purchase such a prime slave. As Conan admired the slaves, he was in return admired for his own magnificent muscles. A richly dressed man reached under his fur loincloth and boldly began to grope Conan’s large muscular ass. Conan’s cock hardens at the man’s touch.
“What an exquisite northern barbarian, we don’t see many of your kind wearing your traditional garments in the capital much anymore,” the man proclaimed.
Conan grunted in response, as he felt the man’s hand traveling down his smooth massive thighs.
“You northerners are so smooth,” the man whispered into Conan’s ear.
A small crowd of men began to gather around Conan to admire him. They spread his animal skin vest and felt his huge chest. “Look at the size of his breasts, they are bigger than any woman’s,” one man proclaimed.
“I heard northern men’s chests are so big that they can produce milk,” another man replied.
“Those arms are wider than my head.”
“His cock is thick, and those balls,” another man proclaimed as he reached under Conan’s loincloth and rolled the barbarian’s large testiculars in his hand.
“Come, let us go back to my house away from those insufficient fools,” the first man whispered into Conan’s ear as he stroked Conan’s long silky brown hair.
Conan grunted again and the rich man led him away from the crowds. The man kept a hand on Conan’s breathing taking body as he led the way through the crowded streets, vast markets and public squares. The wide straight streets slowly narrowed and began to twist and turn as they descended a hill. Further they went up the hill, the buildings and houses became more grandeur and brightly painted. The man kept close to Conan, and reached his hand under the northern traditional garment vest. As they walked, the man stroked the muscular barbarian’s lower back. Conan was so horny at the man’s touch that his thick cock had lifted the fur loincloth and stood exposed. Conan wished they would hurry up and reach the man’s house. He hasn't been fucked since the sorcerer had fucked him in the tiny hut many moons ago. He wanted to feel the feeling of a cock up his ass again.
To be continued
2021-06-07 01:30:04 +0000 UTC
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Conan the Conquered
The sounds of cheers and chants rose from the streets of the capital to the high, elegant towels of the palace. “Conan, Conan,” chants traveled into the royal apartments. The ancient sorcerer lifted his long flowing robes and walked onto the open terraces to witness the return of Conan the king, the conqueror, returning from conquering let another city state that dared to stand opposed to him. No country could stand in Conan’s and his armies’ way. He brought unbelievable riches and numerous male slaves to the city with each conquest. The sorcerer smiled as he saw the King riding his magnificent stallion through the streets. Flowers were raining down on the proud King’s head.
The sorcerer remembers the first time he saw Conan as a mere boy in the distant northern village. The sorcerer was a younger man when he accompanied the Serpent raiders to the north for its fine crafted weapons and new male slaves to sacrifice to their god. The north was known for the masculine beauty of its men. After conquering each village, the raiders rounded up the surviving males and chose the most handsome surviving warriors. Upon returning to the serpent temple in the south, the former warriors were fucked on the gods’ stone phallus. According to legend, if the gods were pleased with the tightest of the former warriors, the gods would come to life.
When the sorcerer saw the boy Conan, he could sense something in him, something great and powerful. The boy had just witnessed the murder of his mother and father, the chief of his village, and his older brothers fucked by the Serpent king and his men, and yet the boy was brave. The sorcerer used his influence on the serpent king to spare the boy. Instead of being sent to one of the capital’s brothas as a boy whore, the king sent the boy to the labor pits. Over the years the sorcerer watched and observed the boy grow into a powerful built man. The hard, brutal work in the pits created massive, chisel muscles. The guards and foremen of the pits found Conan and his thick muscles unresistable. Nightly they would fuck Conan’s perfect muscle packed ass. Conan didn’t show any emotion as the men thrusted in and out of him. Despite being fucked repeatedly, he stayed tight and the older men didn’t last long. The hard labor and continued pounding, made his ass muscular and powerful. The large ass topped powerful massive quads and sculpted hamstrings.
One night, the sorcerer secretly assisted Conan to escape from the pits. With only little clothing and no food, Conan fled into the hostile barren lands. After wandering for several nights, Conan came upon a hut inhabited by who he thought was a witch. The beautiful woman fed him and warmed him in front of her fire. She gently removed his worn clothing, revealing his massive, smooth muscles. Conan nervously watched the witch stroking her hands down his huge pecs. She started squeezing the huge meaty pecs between her long nails. He let out a low grunt. As he opened his mouth, she pushed her tongue into it and began to kiss him. As Conan closed his eyes in lust, the sorcerer changed from the witch into his true appearance. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked but unable to fight as the sorcerer lifted Conan’s legs over his bonely shoulders and penetrated the barbarian’s hole. Conan cried out as the huge cock plowed in and out of him. He was fucked numerous times, but the sorcerer’s cock was bigger than he ever took. It was huge. The sorcerer bent the muscular younger men in half as he leaned forward and sucked in the firm, large nipples, while still thrusting his huge cock in and out of Conan’s ass. When the sorcerer was all the way inside the barbarian’s ass, he came with great f0rce, filling his seed deep inside Conan. Conan felt waves of power ripped through him. Before bursting into flames and disappearing, the sorcerer told Conan as long as he got seeded by the Sorcerer’s powerful cum, he would be undefeatable.
Conan awakened the next morning in the hut, alone. He thought it was a dream at first but he soon felt the cum leaking from his large ass, and his muscles were sore from the intense fucking. He continued on his journey south toward the capital of the serpent king. He was unaware that the sorcerer was leading him toward his destiny. The following night, Conan tumbled on to the ancient tomb of the first Gomorrahian Emperor. In the damp, dark ancient tomb, Conan walked among the richly painted walls, which depicted scenes of homoerotic orgies, until he came upon the mummified emperor sitting on his gold throne. On the mummified emperor’s lap was a beautiful, magnificent sword. Conan heard the sorcerer’s voice in his ear, telling him to take the sword. The sword was heavy but balanced in Conan’s hand. Memories of the training his father gave him when he was a boy flooded back into Conan’s mind as he moved the sword through the air. The ancient sword was graceful and Conan could feel its power in his hands.
To be continued
2021-06-05 02:20:58 +0000 UTC
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I was enjoying my much needed vacation, soaking up the warm sun by the pool of my hotel, while scanning the pool area for younger alpha father types to steal away from their families. There were plenty to choose from but the moment I saw the adonis walking into the pool area I knew I wanted him. He was following behind his over domineering wife and two bratty kids. His bare chest was heavily muscular and smooth, with a nice deep tan. It was no dad bod on this father. Although he wore ugly long board shorts, I could tell he had nice muscular legs and as he turned to put his towel on the chaise chair, I could make out a nicely shaped ass. He had an aura of a blue collar alpha type, possibly ex military and worked in either construction or law enforcement. My favorite type.
His kids were a handful and his wife was nagging. I felt sorry for the stud as I watched him sitting on the edge of the chair watching his kids play in the pool and listening to wife bitching about the heat. It was then he turned and noticed me watching him. His eyes met mine and I smiled back at him. He looked away, but I noticed him looking back at me on several occasions. I finally got up from my lounge chair and headed toward my room. I made sure that the younger man saw the imprint of my hard cock in my swim trunks as I walked across the pool area toward the hotel. I smirked as I noticed him looking and he quickly looked away.
Couple of hours later, I was returning to the hotel from making a beer run and was fortunate enough to run into the stud standing by the elevator. He was still shirtless, showing off his smooth tan torso. He was shorter than my 6 foot height but very compacted. I knew he was going to be a spark plug in bed, with those short muscles and round bubble of an ass.
“Enjoying your vacation,” I asked as we waited for the elevator.
“Yeah, nice to get away. Look like you enjoying your’s,” he nodded toward the beer.
“Oh, yes, nothing beat the heat then a cold beer,” I laughed as I openly checked him out.
He had his ball cap low over his eyes but I could tell his face was clean shaven and yet rugged.
“That sounds really good,” he was eyeing the beer.
Beer is always a good lure to catch straight men.
“Why don’t you come back to my room and we have a couple,” I pulled one of the expensive beer bottles from its container.
“I don’t think that would be a problem,” he replied just as the elevator door opened.
Once inside the elevator and pressed my floor button and smiled at my prey. It was going to be fun asserting my dominance over him. When we reached my floor, I led him to my room.
“It's a lot nicer than what my wife and I got,” he looked around the small hotel room. The hotel room was referred to as a suite, with a living room area, separate bedroom area and a small kitchen.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I pointed at the couch. “I’m Dave by the way,”. I headed toward the kitchen area to open the beers.
“Roger,” he replied as he sat on the edge of the couch.
“Nice to m33t you Roger,” I brought back two open beers and handed one to him.
I sat beside him as we each slipped the beer, “I noticed you earlier with your wife and kids. Where are they now?”
“She took them shopping,” he took a drink of his beer.
“You married,” he asked as I sat back on the couch and admired his muscular smooth back as he sat on the edge of the couch.
“No,” I laughed. “I don’t have the time or patience for a wife.”
“I know what you mean,” Roger laughed.
“What do you do for a living,” I got up and got another beer for him. He had already consumed half of his.
“Work in law enforcement, in Michigan,” he answered as he finished the first beer.
“Nice, I thought you were a police officer, you definitely have the look about you,” I handed him the other beer.
“Thanks,” he laughed.
I smiled at my luck. I couldn’t wait to fuck that sexy little cop’s ass.
“You must keep in pretty good shape to be in law enforcement. You have a great body,” I boldly reached over and squeezed his right bicep.
“Thanks,” he looked down at my hand and flexed his tan bicep. It was nice and big.
“Very impressive,” I whispered.
I knew he was feeling the effects of the beers as he finished the second one. I boldly moved my hand up his arm and shoulder, gently squeezing the mounds of his trap muscles.
“I better get going,” he started to stand up.
“You don’t need to leave yet,” I massaged his thick neck.
He let out a moan, “yeah, I better go.”
Roger stood up but he was too wasted to stand. He should know better than the drink after being out in the heat. The heat increased the effects. He stumbled back down on the couch. I was fortunate enough to catch him. I then boldly reached around him and stroked his smooth pecs. His skin was warm and silky against my touch.
“What are you doing,” he moaned.
My mouth was so close to his thick neck that the hairs on his neck were standing on end by the feel of my breath.
“I better go,” he tried to pull away from me and stand up but I pulled him back down.
He looked at me like a deer in headlights. I grabbed and squeezed his crotch in the board shorts and found him rock hard and leaking.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered into his ears, licking them as I squeezed and groped his crotch.
“Please, no,” he moaned.
He tried again to stand up but ended up falling face down onto the carpet floor. I stood up and grabbed his shorts and pulled them off his muscular legs. I was pleased to see that he wasn’t wearing underwear under his shorts. His ass was pale white in comparison to the rest of his deeply tanned body. However, it looked like it was sculpted from marble, firm and solid. I gave each beautiful ass cheek a slap and heard him moan. I know with his hard muscles and training he could easily fight me but I suspected that the vacationing cop secretly wanted someone, another man, to dominate him. I slapped his firm ass again, harder and caused him to moan even louder. I then lifted his ass into the air, burying his face in the carpet. His hole was then exposed. It was so small and tight, a perfect cop pussy.
“Relax, baby,” I whispered as I freed my own cock and squatted behind him.
“Please, no, I’m straight,” he whimpered.
“Then I better use this,” I laughed and grabbed a tub of sunscreen from the coffee table. Squeezing a generous amount on his tight tiny hole and on my cock head, I then aimed my cock and pushed me.
“Fffuck, please no,” he cried out as I pushed through his outer ring.
I pushed deeper into him until I felt his incredible ass muscles relax around my cock. It didn’t take long for his cries to turn into moans. I pulled out and rammed back into him. I moved in and out of him with long deep thrusts. The please no’s slowly became please yes’s, as he began to push back toward my cock, wanting more of my cock inside him.
“That’s a good little daddy,” I whispered into his ear. “You like being the bitch now don’t you.”
“Yes, sir,” the muscular straight father of two moaned.
I grabbed his thick shoulders as I rammed all the way into him. He let out a loud deep grunt and he came without touching him. Wave after wave spilled out onto the hotel room floor. Feeling his ass muscles flex as he came, I quickly followed, flooding deep inside his ruined ass.
I pulled out of him and left him on the ground, broken and used. I sit on the couch again, naked. Roger slowly crawled over to me and began to lick my cock clean. The cock that broke and used him.
On the last day of my vacation, while I was on my way out of the hotel. I saw Roger again by the pool. He was shirtless and barefoot. He was yelling at his wife. Telling her to stop bitching and to keep the kids under control. I smirked as I passed them on the way to check out from the hotel.
2021-06-04 00:16:46 +0000 UTC
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2021-06-03 12:01:58 +0000 UTC
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Alpha-B Extreme part 3
Dutch was surprised when he opened the door and saw the skinny, short dealer standing at his doorstep. He wasn’t what he expected. The guy barely stood at 5’8 and probably weighted at 125. The supplier’s eyes traveled over Dutch’s huge muscular body as the bodybuilder stood in only a pair of red shorts that was stretched over his massive quads.
“Yeah, you are definitely Dutch,” the dealer laughed. “Maxie told me you were big, but that was an understatement.”
The dealer looked Dutch over hungrily. Those types of looks from gay men usually made Dutch angry and disgusted. However, his cock stirred in his tight shorts just from being stared at. He couldn’t believe he was horny again. He had just jerked off only 15 minutes ago and now his cock was getting hard again.
“You're going to let me in, big guy,” the short dealer laughed.
“Uh, oh, yeah, come in,” Dutch stepped aside to let the man inside.
“So, Maxie told me he gave you a sample, and you like the results?” The dealer looked around the living room.
The room was Spartan decorated, with only a couple of comfortable chairs and a couch in front of a 65 inch television, with a home entertainment center under it. A couple of dumbbells were laying in the corner.
“Yeah, the results were awesome. I’m wondering if you can start supplying me on a regular basis,” Dutch absentmindedly reached down and squeezed his cock through the shorts.
“Well, Alpha-B extreme is normally $500 a vial and a vial gets you two shots,” the dealer’s eyes were focused on Dutch big pecs.
“$500 is high,” Dutch flexed his pecs. “Can we arrange something? Max said he had an arrangement with you.” God he felt hot, Dutch thought as he wiped the sweat from his smooth chest.
“Well, I probably can arrange something. Maybe a little trade and you can work off the amount owed to me.”
“Anything man,” Dutch didn’t even care what he had to do in return. Since he wants to keep the gains and that blissful feeling he's been experiencing. The longer between shots the more he started to feel stressed and weaker.
“Good, boy. First off, I will be dosing you myself, once a week. Will that be a problem,” the dealer sat down his backpack and opened it. He pulled out a black case like the one Max gave Dutch.
“You will be injecting me?” Dutch suddenly got concerned.
“Yes, will that be a problem,” the dealer asked as he was about to put the case back in his bag.
“No! No, it's fine,” Dutch panicked.
“Good, boy. Now, let go to your bedroom,” the dealer put his hand on Dutch huge shoulders.
Dutch bedroom was on the second floor and was decorated as spartan as the living room, with a king size bed, a couple of nightstands, a dresser and more weights laying on the floor. A large full length mirror stood in front of the bed. A large picture of Dutch winning one of his competitions hung on the right wall.
“Lean against the bed and pull down your shorts, big guy,” the dealer ordered as he opened the case and pulled out the syringe and vial.
Dutch usually don’t like to do what people, especially gays tell him to do, but the tone caused his cock to harden and he obeyed. As the dealer filled the syringe, Dutch bent over and pulled down his shorts.
“Damn, that’s a big beautiful ass,” the dealer stepped back and admired the large muscle packed ass and the thick cords of muscles running up Dutch’s hamstrings.
The smaller man reached out and gave it a hard slap, causing Dutch to moan. The dealer laughed and slapped the other smooth, firm ass cheek. He then plunged the syringe into the meaty left ass cheek. Within seconds, Dutch was experiencing the rush through his body. He felt pumped as his veins filled with oxygen and expanded. His cock grew rock hard as well. Dutch remained bent over as he experienced the high of pure bliss. He had no concerns or worries as his mind grew relaxed, while his muscles became hard and pumped. He didn’t even react as the skinny dealer slid down to his knees behind him and spread Dutch’s tight ass cheeks.
“Oh, Fffuck, that feels so good,” the big straight bodybuilder moaned as the smaller man buried his face into Dutch’s hole.
The smaller man kneaded, squeezed, and slapped the flawless ass cheeks and thighs as he probed his tongue into Dutch’s hole. Dutch’s hole was so sensitive. It felt like his entire body was on edge. He gripped the sheets on the bed with his fists. The dealer pulled his face from the muscular ass and pushed a finger into the wet manpussy. Dutch was in pure lust. The dealer began to go back and forth, pulling his finger back out and pushing his tongue back in. Each time he fingered the huge bodybuilder, he squeezed in another finger. Dutch was getting stretched open but he didn’t care. In fact he could actually feel all thoughts fade from his mind. He was so blissfully happy. His muscles felt huge and pumped.
The dealer pulled his face away from the bodybuilder’s wet, stretched hole and stood up, “lay on your back, big boy and left those huge legs in the air.”
It felt good to obey, as Dutch laid in his bed and lifted his massive, powerful legs into the air.
“Damn, look at that hot muscle pussy,” the dealer admired the bodybuilder’s hole as he undid his own pants.
The former straight, muscle alpha just giggled dumbing, “muscle pussy.”
The smaller man grabbed Dutch’s thick teardrop shaped calves and roughly pushed into his newest muscle slave. Dutch groaned in pleasure. His hole and prostate felt only pleasure as he took the thick cock up his ass. The dealer’s cock was long and thick as he rammed in and out of the muscle hole. His eyes locked on Dutch’s as he pounded the once virgin hole.
“You're going to be my big muscle whore aren’t you? I’m going to pimp you out just like Maxie and you are going to love it,” the dealer thrusted in and out of Dutch.
“Yes, I’m your muscle whore,” Dutch grunted as his legs were wrapped around the smaller man.
His straight alpha male personality was being fucked out of him, and the Alpha-B was rewriting him into the perfect himbo muscle slut. Dutch groaned and grunted more as the cock pounded deep inside him. All of his huge, smooth muscles were flexing and bulging as sweat poured over him. Dutch’s eyes rolled back into his head as his huge fists grabbed the sheets. He lifted his powerful hips into the air, while gripping the dealer’s huge cock with his ass muscles. He clamped down on the cock like a vice. Then, without touching himself he shot his load. He never came so hard in his life. Long streams of cum shot from his cock and landed on his face, hair, and pecs. With Dutch’s ass muscles spasming around his cock, milking it, it didn’t take the dealer long to cum deep inside the bodybuilder.
Nothing remained of Dutch’s dominant personality after that day. He continued to get bigger, more shredded, getting the body he only dreamed of before. Thanks to Alpha-B and his master he went on to won first place in the Mr. Olympian competition. He continued to get dumber with each injection but it didn’t matter. He was blissfully happy. No care in the world in his pretty head. All that mattered to him from then on was getting bigger, making his master happy, and getting fucked up his huge bubble ass. Dutch and Max both made the dealer very rich with all the men willing to pay to dominate massive bodybuilder’s like them. The two mindless bodybuilders also became excellent recruiters for other bodybuilders who wanted to be as big and successful as Dutch and Max had become. The dealer never stopped being amazed how many younger men were willing to give up their brains and free will for muscle god bodies.
2021-06-02 09:53:21 +0000 UTC
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Alpha-B Extreme part 2
It's been a week since Dutch took the shot of pure Alpha-B and he couldn’t believe the results. He felt so pumped and horny all the time. His veins were thick and bulging, and his muscles stayed pumped. Even his cock got bigger, thicker and longer. He noticed only a few side effects. One was that all of his body hair fell out, leaving him completely smooth from the neck down. Being a bodybuilder, he found the effect, not bothersome. Also, Dutch found himself so much more focus on working out, like nothing else matters. In fact, on other tasks, he found himself having a harder time focusing, especially on work. He spends more and more time working out and ignoring everything else. He felt blissfully dumb and docile. Oddly, he found himself wanting to keep his gains and the blissful feeling. After a week, he found himself in need of another shot.
Dutch was in the locker room flexing in the mirror, admiring his progress, while wearing only a tiny blue posing briefs. His cock was bulging the thin blue fabric pushing it out. While flexing, he saw Max coming out of the sauna. The bodybuilder was naked and was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Behind him came out another man, much older and fatter than Max. The man looked flushed and whispered a thank you to Max. After the older man left, Max walked over to the lockers near Dutch. His cock was semi hard as it hung between his massive smooth thighs.
“Hey, how is it going,” Dutch asked as he opened his locker beside Max’s.
“Awesome, Man,” Max replied.
He sounds even dumber than the week before but also more defined and bigger. Dutch tried not to stare at the white milky substance on Max’s forehead. Dutch found himself getting hard in his blue bikini briefs. Dutch lowered his voice to a whisper.
“Man, I really need more Alpha-B shots. Is there any way you can help me out,” Dutch knew he sounded desperate, but didn’t care. “Maybe if your supplier can sell it to me directly?”
Max looked around to see if anyone was within earshot, “cool, Dude, for sure. I have him call you.”
2021-06-01 01:12:14 +0000 UTC
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The need and desire to be bigger is never satisfied. As a pro bodybuilder you quickly realize that there is always someone stronger and bigger than you. This year's Mr. Olympian, is next year's no body. No one remembers the runner up. As a result, men like Dutch, will do anything to stay on top, to be the biggest and toughest even if it means taking illegal steroids. However, despite first appearances, Dutch wasn’t stupid. He knew that the bodybuilding competitions governing bodies had strict testing procedures that can detect virtually every steroid.
One day Dutch was working out at his regular gym and saw his friend Max. He couldn’t believe how shredded and massive his friend got in only a couple of months. There was virtually zero body fat on Max’s body and still he looked like he had gained an inch of muscle on each arm, thigh, and chest. His veins were vascular as fuck, Dutch thought to himself. Max is also more focused on working out, to the point that he seems to be perfectly mindless. After their workout, Dutch and Max were both in the locker room. Max had peeled off his workout tights and Dutch couldn’t help but noticed that Max was rock hard and throbbing. The straight bodybuilder tried to ignore it but it was impossible. He had heard rumors from chicks in the gym that Max had shown serious side effects of steroids in the form of sinkage and loss of sexual appetite. However, from the massive hard on Max was sporting, Dutch began to question the credibility of those women. There weren't even any signs of roid rage, in fact Max seemed almost docile the last few weeks.
It was just them in the locker room changing, when Dutch got the courage to ask his friend what he was on. He whispered, “man, don’t be offended, but what are you on? You look fucking great, you are huge and shredded as fuck.”
Max gave Dutch a mindless, dumb smile, “Thanks, man.” He looked around to see if they were alone, “my supplier hooked me up with some pure injectable Alpha-B. It was totally untraceable in any drug test and had none of the side effects of steroids.”
Dutch thought Max sounds like a commercial promoting the supplement. It sounded like he was reading a script. Max reached into his gym bag and pulled out a black tube shape case. He opened the case and revealed a syringe and a small bottle.
“Here, try it, you will love the results, man,” Max handed the case to Dutch.
“Uh, you sure, man? That stuff must be expensive,” Dutch looked down at the drug.
“No, man, I get a discount from my supplier. Trust me, the stuff works fast,” Max flexed his huge, rippled arms, showing off the massive mounds of his biceps.
“Thanks, man,” Dutch replied, unsure but put the case into his gym bag.
Later that evening Dutch was at home, watching a recording of a recent bodybuilding competition. The guys in the competition were massive and shredded. He knew in a few months he would be on stage with some of those very same men, and he needed an edge. Dutch attention turned toward the little black case. If it's good enough for Max, it's good enough for him. He filled the syringe with the drug to the amount Max told him to use. He then pulled down his shorts, exposing his big muscular ass. Reaching back he injected the syringe into his meaty ass cheeks.
Within minutes, Dutch felt a warm sensation running through his entire body. He never experienced anything like that. His muscles felt pumped and hard and as oxygen filled his veins they became large. He suddenly became so fucking horny. He watched as his cock grew to full mast in seconds. He hasn't been that hard for a long time. He wrapped his right fist around his cock and began to jerk off. It was throbbing in his fist. Then he moaned as he felt his prostate itching. He found himself reaching behind himself and pushed a finger of his left hand between his thick ass cheeks and pushed it into his hole. He never ever considered fingering himself before. It felt fantastic as he moved his finger in and out of himself. A small line of drool ran from his mouth down his square chisel jawline.
“Oh, fffuck,” Dutch moaned as he found and explored his prostate for the first time. His mind and body was on fire. However, he knew he needed more, something bigger than just a finger. It was then that he saw the note in the case telling him to call the supplier’s number if he needed help. Dutch reluctantly pulled his fingers out of his manpussy and let go of his throbbing cock. He picked up his phone and tried to call the number. It was so hard to focus, as his mind became mesh and he was so aroused.
“Hello,” a voice on the other end of the line answered.
“I, I need . . . Uh, help. Max, Alpha-B, so horny,” Dutch moaned as he wrapped his hand around his growth throbbing cock.
The voice laughed on the other end, “you must be Dutch. Maxie told me he gave you the free sample of Alpha-B Extreme. Just relaxed, baby, I will be right over to take care of your big manpussy of yours. Don’t worry, Maxie gave me your address.”
“Manpussy, manpussy feel so good,” Dutch dropped the phone and moaned. He suddenly had a need to feel himself up, admiring his massive pecs. His tits were hard and pointing straight out. He began to use both hands to twist and pinch them, as his cock continued to throb and leak.
2021-05-28 20:07:28 +0000 UTC
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The Maharaja part 2
The Maharaja instructed the slave to be brought to Lord Bryant’s suite and wait for the English nobleman. Lord Bryant continued to enjoy the hospitality of the Maharaja for a couple of more hours. They were entertained by several slave boys doing gymnastics. However the high point was when the other six bodybuilding slaves that Lord Bryant had previously inspected, wrestled in winner-take-all matches. The guests cheered on their favorites as the younger muscular man groped and ripped off each other’s speedos. The winner of each match dominates and fucks the loser. Lord Bryant was so aroused by the hot muscular bodies sweating and straining against each other that he had to recuse himself.
The Maharaja smiled as his friend got up and leaned forward, “enjoy the rest of your night my friend.”
Lord Bryant smiled, “I’m sure I will.”
The suite assigned to the Lord was spacious and the walls and columns were decorated with scenes from the Kama Sutra. When the older English man entered the suite he was greeted by the younger man he chose earlier. The dark muscle bound slave was oiled and naked. The slave was standing in the middle of the room with arms behind his back and his large cock standing straight out from his smooth crotch. He wore the same blank mindless expression on his face. On a table by the slave was a card detailing the slave’s information. The slave was a student in New Delhi whose hobbies include weightlifting and bodybuilding. He had a goal to be a pro bodybuilder. He was 23 and engaged to get married in a traditional arranged wedding. During his capture and training he received expert training in oral and anal pleasuring
Lord Bryant put down the card and smiled at the slave. The older man stepped up to the younger man and cupped the slave’s large firm pecs. He stood emotionlessly as Bryant squeezed and groped the big meaty slabs. The pecs felt incredible as they filled his hands. However, Bryant was pleased to see the slave’s cock bounced in response. He stepped back and undid his pants, dropping them. He was determined to see how trained and skilled the slave was.
“On your knees,” the Lord ordered.
Without question the muscle bound slave knelt before him and obediently took the old man’s cock into his mouth. The younger man wrapped his full sexy lips around Bryant’s hard cock and expertly worked his tongue over the thick shaft. Bryant moaned and grabbed the slave’s thick black hair and fucked the tight throat. The slave was definitely well trained and had no gag reflex as he took the entire cock down his throat. Lord Bryant was enjoying the mouth as he fucked it hard. Wanting to enjoy the slave’s large bubble ass before he came, he pulled the slave off his mouth and ordered him on to the large silk covered bed.
The slave obediently got into the proper position, on his knees and forearms, his face flat on the bed and muscular powerful ass in the air and legs wide apart. The slave’s hole was smooth and already lubed, prepared to get fucked. Aiming his saliva covered cock at the hole, Lord Bryant pushed hard into the muscle pussy. The slave’s hole was perfect and felt so good as it gripped the older man’s thick cock. Bryant grabbed hold of the muscular waist and slammed hard in and out of it. The slave’s trained ass muscles began to flex around the lord’s cock, milking it. Lord Bryant as a member of the board of the Cartel experienced many talented asses but this one was truly exquisite. It didn’t took Lord Bryant long to come deep inside the muscular manpussy.
The next day, lord Bryant informed the Maharaja that the Cartel will acquire all seven slaves and that he would be keeping the slave he fucked as his own.
2021-05-26 23:26:14 +0000 UTC
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Lord Bryant has been traveling through the rural mountainous regions of northern India for hours before coming upon the fiefdom of the Maharaja Sanjaya. The older man finally stepped out of the back of his car into the hot summer sun. He removed his hat and wrapped his forehead. He looked up at the grand palace that stood towering of him. The palace was centuries old and richly decorated in the Mughal imperial style. From the stairs leading from the palace main entrance descended the Maharaja himself with arms outstretched in friendship. Both men were the same age and both considered overweight, however Lord Bryant was fully white headed with a white beard, while the Maharaja was dark head and clean shaven except for a dark mustache.
“Welcome, Lord Bryant, I hope your trip was a comfortable one,” the two men braced in friendship.
“Yes, it was very comfortable,” Lord Bryant lied.
The Maharaja laughed, “you are a liar, my friend.”
Both men laughed as they climbed the stone steps into the palace. “I have some fine treats for you that would make your trip worth it,” the Maharaja put his arm around the English lord’s shoulder.
Later that evening, Lord Bryant and the Maharaja dined in the palace’s elegant dining room. The walls were lined with mirrors and gold as the men lounge on gold pillows. They had just finished an erotic meal.
“With dinner now over, let me show you why you traveled so far my friend,” the Maharaja spoke after both men finished eating.
He clapped his hands together. From the grand doors, entered 7 beautiful half naked Indian men. The younger men were muscular and smooth as they stood before the two old men.
“They are very impressive,” Lord Bryant said as he took a sip of his wine.
“Yes, they were the finest in India, captured for their masculine beauty,” the Maharaja said with pride. “ India is a source often overlooked by the Cartel as a resource of slaves. Please feel free to inspect them.”
Lord Bryant stood up from the cushions and began to inspect each muscular younger man. He started on the right and took his time examining each man. He felt up their developed pecs and washboard abs. They stood emotionlessly as the old man freely ran his hands over them. He was impressed how well trained they were. The Maharaja was known for his training facilities. With their blank eyes, it was obvious that there wasn’t a single independent thought left in the younger men's heads. Their cocks were hard and bulging in their tiny black speedos. The Lord circled each man, feeling their wide v shape back and full round asses.
“If you wish, you can sample any you like,” the Maharaja smiled.
Lord Bryant didn’t reply as he continued to explore each slave. He finally reached the last one. The seventh slave stood a little off from the others. Of the seven he was the most defined, with cobblestone 8 pack abs, bigger full pecs and a high bubble ass that strength the black speedo to its limits. Bryant felt up both massive arms feeling their thickness and stretch. He was truly the most magnificent of the group.
“This one, I will try out this one,” the Lord said as he looked into the slave’s mindless eyes and down to the large bulge in the speedo.
“Good choice,” the Maharaja clapped his hands.
To be continued
2021-05-26 14:11:03 +0000 UTC
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Derek grunted out his last rep on his bench press. His friends were spotting him and cheering him on as he beat his former max. Derek re-rack the bar and set up, flexing, “hooray.” Heads turned him as he stood up. His bodybuilding friends slapped him on his wide back.
Derek looked up at the clock, “shit, I have to get going.”
His friends laughed, “whoever she is, she got you wiped.”
“Yeah, when are you going to introduce us to that mystery woman,” another friend chimed in.
Derek just smiled and ignored them. He gathered his gear and headed out of the gym. Women were checking him out as he walked by. He was a rugged muscle god standing at 6’5, 276lbs of sculpted muscles. Derek got into the driver’s seat of his topless jeep, and pulled off his shirt displaying his huge chisel upper body.
The house where Derek lives was much too big for someone of Derek’s means. His gym partners and friends have never been there. He parked his jeep in front of the large house and headed inside. He didn’t wait to get to the bedroom to undress, and began to strip out of his sweaty gym clothes as he walked through the house. By the time he reached the master bedroom’s bathroom he was already naked. He then turned on the warm water and stepped into the shower. The shower was spacious as he stepped under the spraying waters and adjusted the various shower heads to get every angle of his huge body. The water felt great as it pounded his sore muscles. He began to soap up his body. He lathered up his massive arms, feeling their size with his own hands. He moved his hands to his large round pecs soaping them and moving his hands down his chisel 8 pack. He then bent over, soaping up his thick diamond shaped calves and up his powerful thighs, then over his round bubble ass. His ass was big, and firm, two perfect basketball sized gluteus. He began to push a soapy finger into his own hole. It felt good as he slid the finger in and out of him. He wanted to go further but knowing he was unable to. He pulled his thick finger from his hole, and grabbed a handheld shower head. He aimed the showerhead at his hole. After he made sure he was clean in and out, he picked up his razor and ran it over his body. By the time he was done he was smooth from the neck down. Every chisel, bulging muscle were fully displayed.
Derek turned off the shower and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a posh towel he began to dry his muscular body. As he dried himself, he began to admire his muscle bound body in the mirror. He flexes and poses his hard, thick legs and arms. He extended his massive legs and flexed the highly developed quadriceps. He knew he looked good, he looked very much the muscle god people believe he was. Derek closed his eyes in pain as his cock tried to grow at the admiration of his own body. He dropped the towel and revealed his cage cock. The device kept his normally impressive cock from growing and caused him pain when he tried to get aroused. Only one person had the key, and that was his master.
Derek didn’t mind actually that his useless cock was kept locked up. He found himself focusing more on working out. When his master did unlock him, his orgasms were more intense. Every night Derek’s master would unlock Derek’s cock and then fuck the muscular obedient bodybuilder. Derek was in pure pleasure as he took his master’s cock up his big ass. After Derek comes, his master would once again lock up his cock and Derek would fall asleep in his master’s arms, while being spooned by the smaller, older man.
2021-05-25 02:05:46 +0000 UTC
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The cell door opened and Rex immediately got up from the little cot and got on to his knees on the cold stone floor. He knelt obediently with his hands behind his head, displaying all of his chisel flawless muscles. He offer no resistance.
“Good news slave, you've been chosen to entertain the master’s guests at this evening's dinner party. The master wants you properly clean,” the guard said as he stepped into the cell.
Rex didn’t move as he kept his head down as the guard attached a leash to the collar. With a tug on the leash from the guard, Rex stood up to his impressive 6’2 height as he was led out of the cell. He wore only small black briefs and a collar around his thick neck. His body was thick and sculpted with hard smooth chisel muscles. Rex was turning heads from the guards, trainers, and even other slaves as he passed them in the cold damp corridors. The guards and Rex finally entered the shower faculties. The stalls were large but there were no shower heads. Instead, the guard picked up a water hose from the floor.
“You know the drill,” the guard laughed.
Rex turned his back and bent over as he peeled the briefs down his muscle packed legs. His ass was muscular and flawless, kept smooth since he was captured and brought to the training facilities. As Rex stepped out of the tiny underwear, the guard turned the water on. Cold water busted against his wide back. He slowly turned as he was water down. The water washed down the chisel valleys and curves of his body. When the water stopped, two naked men approached him and began to soap him up. The two men took great care as they scrubbed and washed his hard thick muscles. They pay extra attention to his huge pecs, meaty ass, and his impressive cock. Their hands soaped and stroked him, causing the bodybuilder to grow hard. When he was soaped from head to toe, the two men stepped back and the guard began to spray the cold water over his body. The two fellow slaves stepped back toward Rex. He didn’t resist as he was bent over. The two smaller men each grabbed a large firm ass cheek and spread them, fully displaying his hole. With great care the grooming slaves shaved and waxed Rex’s hole, leaving it hairless. While the slaves kept the hole spread as another guard roughly pushed in a smaller, less powerful hose into his tight rectum. Rex grunted as he was thoroughly washed inside and out. Once he was thoroughly cleaned, the grooming slave gently probed his ass lubricating it for the party later that night.
Rex was no longer humiliated by the thorough cleaning nor fought the slaves or guards. He was a straight, independent alpha man when he was captured by the slavers after his first bodybuilding competition. He was strong willed and put up a fight the first few weeks after his arrival at the training facilities. However, with the help of the shock collar around his neck and the subliminal messaging bombarding his cell, all of his resistance faded and his will power was broken. He lost track of time of how long he had been captured. It no longer matters though. Rex found it harder to remember his straight life. Each time he was fucked by the master, trainers, and the master’s friends, he lost more and more of his former life.
After the slaves finished, they gently wiped down his body, drying him from head to toe.
2021-05-24 02:05:16 +0000 UTC
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Braun was brushing his teeth while his wife was preparing the bed for them to go to bed. The 6’4 muscular stud was wearing only his boxer briefs as he did his nightly ritual.
“Oh, honey, I forgot. Dad called and said he will be in town tomorrow and going to stop by. I told him I work late, but you will be home.”
Braun stopped brushing his teeth suddenly at the mention of his father-in-law.
“Your father coming here tomorrow,” the usually confident Braun grew nervous.
“Yes, he said it would be a chance for you two to catch up,” Braun's wife continued to unmake the bed. “You know how much he likes you.”
Braun turned back to the sink and split out the toothpaste. He looked down at his cock and noticed his impressive cock was rock hard in his boxer briefs just from the mention of his father-in-law. He hadn’t seen the older man since the wedding, after his father-in-law fucked him up the ass, only an hour before Braun married his daughter. Braun still remembers how humiliated he was as he stood before the atler waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle while his future father-in-law’s cum leaked out of his ruined ass and down his muscular legs. Braun turned off the lights and climbed into bed but he was unable to sleep. He was rock hard the entire night. When he did fall asleep he re-lived his bachelor party that ended with him and his best men getting used by a group of his father-in-law’s older friends. He could still remember the metal taste of the mouth piece that held his mouth open as the men fucked his throat.
Braun ended up sneaking out of bed and into the bathroom. He closed the door and pulled out his thick hard cock. He wrapped his large fist around his cock and jerked off. He looked at himself in the mirror as he gripped the sink with one hand and his cock with the other hand. He watched his huge muscles flexing and pumping. Braun questioned himself if any one could tell that the 6’4, 225 muscular police officer had let a man smaller and weaker than him fuck him like a bitch. Did he really enjoy it? Did he come without touching himself both at the bachelor party and again before his wedding because he enjoyed it? Did he want to be fucked again,” Braun bit a hand towel to keep from moaning as he shot his load onto the sink. When he finally stopped coming, he cleaned his mess from the sink and mirror, and returned to bed.
The next morning, when Braun awoke, his wife had already left for work. He lifted himself out of bed and in just his boxer briefs he walked down stairs to get some coffee and breakfast. He almost forgot that his father-in-law was supposed to come to visit. However, reality hit him in the face as he entered the kitchen and saw his father-in-law Dwight sitting at the kitchen counter drinking the last of the coffee. Braun's face became flushed and his cock stirred.
“So you sleep in all morning while my baby girl works,” Dwight slipped the coffee.
“I work a later shift today,” Braun found himself on the defensive. “I’m still on a routine schedule being relatively new in the police force.”
Being a police officer and built like a muscle god should have made Braun feel confident and even superior, but before his rich father-in-law, he felt unworthy and even inferior.
“I see,” Dwight turned and his eyes traveled over Braun’s half naked body. “With a piece of meat like yours between those thick legs, I should have a grandchild by now.”
“I’m, we are trying,” Braun suddenly felt like less than a man for not siring an offspring yet. Yet his cock was still hard in his boxer briefs.
Dwight got up from his chair and walked over to the taller, younger man. Braun instinctively lowered his eyes. “Maybe you just aren't into it. Maybe you are not man enough, or took too many steroids to father me a grandchild.”
Dwight boldly gripped Braun’s hard cock through the underwear. Braun let out a deep moan. He closed his eyes, enjoying the older man’s hand on his throbbing cock. Before he knew it he was bent over the kitchen countertop with his underwear pulled down. Dwight began to slap each muscular ass cheek and probe the tight muscle pussy while he freed his own cock. Braun was in pure lust as Dwight replaced his fingers with his cock and began to fuck his tall, muscular body over the countertop.
“Fffuck, fuck me, please,” Braun deep voice echoed through the kitchen.
“That's a good bitch. I’m going to seed your pussy so you can give me a grandchild,” Dwight grabbed Braun’s hair as he thrusted in and out of the muscular ass.
It didn’t last long before Braun came without touching himself on the countertop. For the rest of the morning and afternoon, Dwight fucked Braun throughout the house, including Braun’s bed he shares with his wife. After Dwight left and then when he came home from work, Braun fucked his wife. He was still so horny from all the action he received over the past day. Nine months later, Braun presented Dwight with a grandson. He was then rewarded by being fucked again by his father-in-law.
2021-05-23 01:52:56 +0000 UTC
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Brandon was good at two things, working out and fixing things, so when he saw the ad for a live-in maintenance man at a luxury high rise apartment complex he applied immediately. The condominium was the tallest in Sunny Isles, with every luxurious apartment offering spectacular views. It even offered free use of the condominium’s full weight room, sauna, and pool. It was the ideal job for the inspiring bodybuilding handyman.
When Brandon showed up at King’s Tower for the interview, the condominium manager took one look at Brandon's huge shredded muscles and shaved head, and decided on the spot to hire him. Brandon's massive biceps were as big as the man’s head as they stretched his polo shirt sleeves and each thigh was as big a man’s waist as the khaki pants hugged them. Brandon was amazed how fast the manager offered him the job and Brandon in return accepted the job offer on the spot. The manager even told Brandon that there was no dress code, and he could even wear his gym clothes while working. Brandon thought that was odd for a building that luxurious, but was glad he could wear whatever he wanted on the job. When he accepted the job, he shook the smaller man’s hands and the manager was amazed by the sheer size of Brandon’s hands compared to him. It was then that Brandon caught the manager’s eyes trailing over his huge buff body. Brandon needed the job and just brushed the lustful looks off. When the manager gave Brandon the tour of the facilities, the manager remained a couple of steps back, giving himself the opportunity to admire the muscle-packed ass as it stretched the seat of the khakis.
However, it wasn’t until his first day on the job that Brandon realized that all of the residents of the condominium were men and that they were all gay. Brandon was pretty open minded. Even though he considered himself 100% straight he didn’t mind men checking him out, especially if they were rich. He wasn’t above letting a man feel him up if it helps his bodybuilding career. During his first week, he was kept busy. It looked like every tenant was having some issues. He found himself going from apartment to apartment fixing one thing after another. The gay tenants would hover behind him or watch from behind him as he worked. He felt their eyes on his muscular backside as he bent over, his gym shorts stretching over his bubble ass. He could literally feel them drooling over his ass. Being cocky, he soon started to tease them, flexing his arms or pecs or innocently rubbing one of his pecs. When he finished fixing the problem and was about to leave the apartment, the tenant would slip him a generous tip.
At the end of his first day, he got into the elevator to head down to his apartment in the basement. Two tenants were already in the elevator as he got in. He smiled at them and pushed his floor button. As he faced the door, he saw the two older men through the mirrored doors. Their eyes were roaming over his muscular v shape back and down to his plump ass and thick legs. He heard them heatedly whispering to each other. Although he didn’t catch what they were saying, Brandon knew the unmistakably tone of jealousy between the two men. They were obviously partners and the shorter man was pissed that his taller husband was admiring Brandon’s beefy behind. Brandon just smirked.
A week later, Brandon woke on Saturday morning to a notification that there was a plumbing issue in the penthouse. Brandon pulled on a pair of blue nylon briefs, black gym shorts, a loose stringer, and his work boots and hurried up to the top floor of the condominium. Once in the elevator he used his key to unlock the controls to access the penthouse. He hadn't been to the penthouse yet but knew it occupied the entire top two floors of the high rise. The elevator eventually opened onto the lavish penthouse. The entire far wall looks out onto a private terrace and then out on to a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. The living area was lavishly decorated with white modern let comfortable furnishings while the walls were adorned with expensive works of art. Brandon’s eyes were drawn to a fireplace along the left wall and a large oil painting hanging above it. The painting depicted muscular, naked men involved in some sort of a hunt. Brandon realized most of the artwork, either paintings, photographs, or sculptures, were of naked muscular men. They were all very tasteful and quite expensive.
A middle aged man, in a white cotton bathrobe, descended the spiral staircases, leading from the second floor of the penthouse. “Yes, you must be the new maintenance man. I’m Maximus King,” the older man approached him with his hand out.
Brandon immediately placed the name with that of the building, King’s Tower, and realized that the man was the owner of the building.
“Yes, sir, I’m Brandon,” Brandon took the man’s extended hand and shook it.
Maximus’ grip was strong. Brandon noticed the man’s eyes were traveling over his muscular body. “I got a notification that you have a plumbing issue, sir”
“Yes, this way. It is in the guest bathroom,” Maximus smiled and led Brandon down a hallway off the right of the living room.
The guest bathroom was small but elegant. Brandon squatted down in front of the sink as he opened the cabinet doors and peered in to check the plumbing. Maximus smiled as he checked out the meaty ass as Brandon shorts eased down and showed off the blue nylon underwear stretched over the muscular cheeks.
“You want a beer or water,” Maximus King asked as he towered over the bodybuilding maintenance man.
“Water would be good,” Brandon replied without turning around.
Maximus King left to go to the kitchen. The billionaire property owner was pleased with his manager’s new hire. He had been monitoring Brandon on the various hidden cameras throughout the high rise, including in the maintenance man’s own apartment. Brandon would do perfectly, Maximus thought. He had made his fortune in several businesses, real estate was only a small part of it. He opened his large refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. He opened the bottle and then pulled out a small packet from his bathrobe’s pocket. He then mixed his pharmaceutical company’s latest drug into the water. It quickly dissolved to be colorless and tasteless.
When Maximus returned to the guest bathroom, Brandon had turned off the water and was on his knees and his upper body half way under the sick. His back and triceps flexing as he loosen the pipes.
“Here you go,” Maximus held out the water bottle.
Brandon almost hit his head on the sink as he pulled out from under the cabinet, “thank you, sir.”
Maximus smiled as Brandon opened the bottle and drank down the water. He then left the muscular maintenance man to return to work.
Within minutes, Brandon grew hot as he worked on the pipes. He began to sweat even though the air conditioned penthouse was comfortable. It got so unbearable, that he pulled out from under the sink and pulled off his shirt. Brandon wiped the sweat from forehead, face, and chest with the shirt. Without his shirt on, he reached back under the sink to try to return to his task. However, he found it so hard to think or focus. His cock was so painfully hard in his underwear as he felt unbelievably horny. Eventually, he was unable to work, he just dropped his wrench and set motionlessly on his knees and elbows, still half way under the sink. His mind was blissfully empty.
Watching the drug’s progress from one of his monitors in his master bedroom suite, Maximus King knew Brandon was ready. He went back downstairs and into the guest bathroom. Brandon didn’t move as Maximus entered the bathroom. Brandon’s underwear was exposed as it stretched over the tight bubble ass. Maximus lifted his right foot and began to use it to push Brandon’s shorts further down. Brandon instinctively lifted his ass into the air. Maximus pushed his foot deeper into the shorts until his foot was under Brandon’s low hanging balls. Maximus moved his foot back up and started to stroke Brandon's hidden hole. The straight bodybuilder spread his legs further apart and pushed his ass up into the air. Maximus smiled as he used his big toe to push the briefs deeper into Brandon’s hole. Brandon was groaning uncontrollably, pushing his ass out more like a good slut. Maximus laughed at the horny, drugged bodybuilder. Maximus opened his robe, and revealed his naked body. Dropping the robe on the bathroom floor, he squatted down behind Brandon. He then grabbed Brandon’s underwear and pulled, ripping the stretched briefs open in back. Brandon could only mindlessly moan as his bare ass was exposed. Maximus then grabbed Brandon’s muscular hips, pulling the bodybuilder’s ass toward him. Brandon let out a loud moan as he was penetrated for the first time. His body was on fire as he was stretched open and his prostate rammed. Brandon was feeling only pure pleasure as Maximus fucked him.
“You going to serve my tenants and myself as a good muscle fuck boy,” Maximus spoked as he thrusted in and out of the once virgin straight manpussy.
“Yes. Yes, master,” Brandon grunted loud as he began to shoot his load onto the bathroom floor, without touching himself.
2021-05-21 01:52:01 +0000 UTC
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The 5’7, muscle bound trainer and amateur boxer, Wayne very rarely wore shirts when it was warm outside. He loved showing off his body, and all the hard work he put into it. He kept his shredded body smooth, to better show off his sculpted muscles. Wayne didn’t care if it was a woman or man checking him out. It was just an ego trip for the short, tattooed stud. He use to like teasing fags, smirking at them when he caught them looking. Wayne trained a few of them in boxing and CrossFit out of his garage behind his house. He would tease his female and gay clients, and even let them touch his hard tight biceps for an extra tip.
However, David was different. Wayne had been training the 6 foot tall older man for several months and almost from the beginning he felt inferior to David. He couldn’t understand it, he was 100% straight, loved pussy, and confident. Yet everytime David came to his garage to train, Wayne would go out of his way to look sexier and was even nervous around the older man. David would brazenly touch and grope the straight stud and Wayne found himself getting hard in his shorts at the older man’s touch. Often Wayne’s daughter and girlfriend would only be only feet away with only his old jeep blocking their view of the garage gym.
After their hour-long training sessions, Wayne was walking toward the back of his jeep, which he had backup toward the garage entrance earlier. He opened the jeep back door and pulled out a couple of new boxing groves to show David. He was proud of the purchase. However, before he could turn around to show them off, David came up behind him and grabbed both of Wayne’s muscular ass cheeks. Instead of protesting at the inappropriate grab, Wayne dropped the boxing groves on to the driveway and leaned forward. He was breathing heavily and sweating, while his heart raced.
“I noticed while you were working out, you weren't wearing any underwear,” David whispered into Wayne’s left ear.
David’s breath was heavy on his muscular neck. Wayne’s cocky attitude was gone as he meekly nodded.
“Good, boy. I saw that little dick of yours flopping around in your shorts,” David laughed in Wayne’s ear.
Wayne turned red but didn’t protest. David pushed his hands into Wayne’s shorts and pulled them down, exposing his deeply tan, smooth ass. Wayne’s 4 and half inch cock popped free, throbbing and leaking. Wayne nervously looked toward the back kitchen window to make sure no one in his house saw him. He heard David pulling down his own shorts and then grabbed Wayne’s plump ass cheeks spreading them.
“Relax, baby,” David whispered and pushed his cock 8 inch, thick cock into Wayne’s hole.
Wayne grunted as the older man grabbed his thick traps and roughly rammed up his muscular ass. Wayne never realized how good it felt as David's cock slid in and out of his stretched hole. The tough, cocky stud bent over the cargo area of his old jeep, his fingernails digging into the old carpeted floorboards. Behind his sunglasses his eyes were rolled up into the back of his head. His tan muscle packed body was tattooed to make himself look tough and dangerous but the older man knew better. David moved his hands down the smooth hard body and cupped Wayne’s firm pecs. Burying his cock all the way into Wayne’s tight manpussy, David began to pinch and twist the stud’s tiny, pointed nipples. They were like pencil erasers sticking out from his smooth bare pecs. As David played with his nipples and pounded his ass, Wayne’s insufficient 4 inch cock was hard and bouncing. David had told the cocky muscle stud that he overcompensated for his tiny cock by working out harder and getting buff and shredded.
Wayne prayed that none of his family saw him getting fucked like a bitch, but it felt so good as the cock thrusted in and out of him. He tried to keep his moans down, but it was so difficult. He found himself flexing his ass around the thick cock, milking it.
“Please,” Wayne whimpered.
He couldn’t take any more as his little cock shot his huge load.
“Good, boy,” David whispered and quickly followed, coming deep inside the cocky stud.
After he pulled out of Wayne, David pulled up his shorts and gave Wayne’s ass a hard slap, “better get in to please the girlfriend.” David laughed and pulled up Wayne’s shorts and gave it a hard slap. Wayne felt embarrassed and aroused as he felt David’s cum leaking from his ass.
2021-05-20 00:51:06 +0000 UTC
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