Batman to batboy part 3
Batman awakens to find himself strapped to an exam table in Alfred’s lab in the bat cave. He struggled against the bounds only to discover that they were made of Wayne Steel and Metals’ strongest materials. It was then he realized that he was almost naked, except for his Batman hood, black long boots, and his black tight spandex jockstrap. His legs were strapped by metal restraints on stirrups and were held in the air and spread apart. Batman could feel the cool evening air of the bat cave stroking his tight hole as it laid exposed just under his jockstrap. He heard the moans and grunts to his left. He turned his head and saw Aquaman on his knees, his face face down on a low table while Alfred was fucking the taller, younger and more muscular superhero. Batman couldn’t believe the look of pure joy on Alfred’s face as he pulled a fistful of Aquaman’s wild hair and savagely rammed in and out of the part man part Atlantean’s ass. Batman always remembers how Alfred hated and criticized Aquaman for his long hair, now Alfred seems to enjoy it as he pulled the king of the seas’ head up. Batman then saw the look of pure pleasure in Aquaman’s eyes as he was fucked hard by the older, smaller butler.
“Alfred, stop! what are you doing,” Batman cried out to his oldest and most trusted friend.
Alfred briefly pulled halfway out of Aquaman’s stretched hole. Batman couldn’t help to stare at Alfred’s cock. He never realized that his old butler was so big. He then noticed the look in Alfred’s eyes as the butler turned toward him. It was a smirk of contempt mixed with lust. Still looking at his friend and employer, Alfred rammed back in causing the powerful king of the oceans to groan loud.
Mastermind moved out of the shadows, naked. The plain looking middle aged man was lean and well endowed. The supervillain moved between Batman’s outstretched legs and started to run his hands up the tree trunk legs. Batman tried to pull his legs away but to no avail.
“What have you done to Alfred, you freak,” Batman yelled.
“I didn’t do anything to your friend. I just helped him to free himself to live his own life as he felt fit to,” the evil villain replied as he marveled at the thick, defined quadriceps. Batman involuntarily flexed the massive quads as he struggled against his restraints.
“Get away from me you sick bastard,” Batman hissed.
“Ssshh, just relax,” Mastermind whispered as he gently stroked the thick inner thighs.
“Get your hands off me,” Batman pulled at the restraints. His muscles were straining and bulging as his veins grew big and visible.
“Just relax, breathe in and out,” Mastermind whispered again and continued to gently stroke the large veins that ran up Batman’s inner thighs.
Batman made the mistake of locking eyes on the Mastermind’s eyes. The intense deep blue eyes were so piercing as they stared deep into Batman’s.
“Just breathe in and out,” the voice seemed to be in Batman’s head.
Slowly Batman’s muscular chest began to slowly raise and fall as he breathed in and out.
“That’s it, Bruce. You feel so relaxed. Don’t fight it. It feels so much better to relax,” Mastermind’s hands moved closer to Batman’s jockpouch.
“How, how do you know, I’m Bruce,” Batman was finding it hard to think.
“Alfred told me. He trusts me completely. You trust Alfre, don’t you? You trust him with your life, don’t you,” Mastermind fingers brush against Batman’s covered balls.
“Yes, I trust Alfred completely,” Batman’s mind was spinning.
“Yes, you trust Alfred and Alfred trusts me, so you have to trust me too,” Mastermind moved closer between the massive legs and reached out to run his hands up Batman’s chisel thick abs.
“Yes, must trust you,” Batman murmured.
“Good, you feel so relaxed and good, trusting me. You know that I have your best interests. All you have to do is to trust me completely. Surrender to me, like Alfred and Aquaman did. You will feel so blissfully good and aroused when you surrender to me,” Mastermind was pressing his own hardon against Batman’s spread crotch.
“I’m, I’m not. God, it feels so good,” Batman moaned as Mastermind’s hands reached his pecs and began to play with the large nipples. Batman also felt the villain’s large cock pressing against his exposed hole. A small part of Batman’s mind was screaming as Mastermind’s cock pressed against his smooth hole.
“You feel only pleasure when you surrender. No pain, no emotion, except pure blissful obedience. All the fears and anger of being alone. The stress to be upstanding and morally righteous will all fade. Nothing matters but to submit and serve. All you need to do is relax. Just relax,” Mastermind kept on as he eased his hard cock into Batman’s relaxed hole.
The small part of Batman’s brains that still tries to resist was no match for the unbelievable pleasure his body was experiencing as he was penetrated. His eyes continued to be locked on Mastermind’s as the villain slowly pushed deeper into him. Batman felt the thickness of the cock deep inside him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Mastermind pulled out and thrusted back in. Each time Batman arched his back off the bed and moaned in pleasure. Batman’s large muscular ass felt so good. He threw back his head and groaned. A large wet spot formed on Batman’s jockstraps. His entire body was on fire as Mastermind pounded in and out of him.
“You want to be my slave don’t you,” Mastermind rammed all the way into Batman. “Tell me how good you feel, Batman. Tell me that you are nothing but a good little boy, a good batboy.”
“Fuck, yes, I’m your good bitch batboy,” Batman moaned and shot the largest orgasm he ever experienced, filling his jockstrap pouch.
His muscular ass muscles spasmed around Mastermind’s cock, causing the villain to come deep inside him.
Later, after Batman came down from his post orgasm high, and had licked his new master’s cock clean, Alfred unbound Bruce and led him up to the mansion. Alfred removed the last remaining clothes from Batman and helped the sore, broken hero into the large spacious shower. Once inside and under the water, Alfred lovely cleaned his muscular former ward. Bruce Wayne leaned against the older man and felt like a little boy once again, a submissive batboy.
Batman to Batboy. Part 2
Alfred wanted to deny those long pent up desires, but the Russian boxer’s incredible mouth and Mastermind’s intense eyes made it so hard to resist.
“You had denied your true feelings for your ward and employer for so long. You had watched him grow into a fine man and into the caped crusader,” mastermind voice was so smoothing.
He was inches from Alfred as he stroked Victor Drago’s shaved head as the Russian boxer’s head bobbed on Alfred.
“Bruce, Batman? No that’s absurd,” Alfred tried to protect Batman’s true identity.
“Come now, don’t lie to me Alfred. I know the truth. And I also know you secretly desired him. Just like you desire Victor here,” mastermind smiled.
“No, that is not true. I, I don’t feel for Bruce like that. Oh god,” Alfred moaned as the Russian mindlessly took the butler’s whole cock into his mouth.
“Imagine that Victor here is Batman, your Bruce, on his knees obediently sucking you,” Mastermind stroked the fighter's head, guiding it on and off Alfred’s cock. “Look down at his ass. It is everything you desire. Muscular, flawless, just like Batman’s”
“Yes,” Alfred whispered.
Upon Mastermind’s command, Victor pulled his mouth off Alfred’s cock and got upon the bed. Laying with his face flat down on the bed, his muscular ass was in the air facing the older butler. Mastermind was pleased with his investment with the muscular Russian boxer. He had acquired the muscle god several months before in Russia and made him a lot of money in the Moscow brothel. When Mastermind used his mind reading skills on the butler, and discovered Alfred’s tastes run for muscular boxer types, the sexy Drago became quite useful.
Alfred stared at the smooth muscle ass in front of him. Victor Drago’s legs were spread and the shaved tight hole looked so inviting.
“Imagine that it is Batman’s beautiful muscular ass,” Mastermind whispered into Alfred’s ear.
“Yes, Master Bruce’s beautiful ass,” Alfred relied.
To Alfred’s mind it was Bruce’s/Batman’s ass before him. He aimed his fat cock at the tight little hole and pushed in hard.
The Russian boxer moaned in pleasure as the older man began to move in and out of him.
“That’s it, Alfred, fuck Batman hard. Make him your bitch. You've been serving him for so long. You love him and know deep down you can make him safe by helping me enslave him,” mastermind circled around Alfred and Victor and stroked the Russian’s muscular, ripped back. The boxer was flexing his thick sexy muscles as he was being fucked hard and deep.
“Yes, he never listens to me when it comes to his safety. He needs to be enslaved for his own good,” Alfred yelled as he continued to brutally fuck the boxer’s muscular behind.
As he continue to fuck the Russian prize fighter, Alfred freely gave up Batman’s secrets. He even told Mastermind that Batman had recently started using steroids to increase his size, strength and to overcome recent injuries. Batman had felt inferior to Superman and Aquaman for their inhuman abilities and wanted to make himself more of an equal to his fellow heroes. Mastermind was pleased with the information. He decided then that he was going to reward the butler by giving him Victor Drago as his personal servant after Batman was enslaved. He might even let Alfred fuck his former ward Bruce/Batman. He was a generous god, Mastermind mused as he watched Alfred fuck the cum out of the tough Russian athlete.
A week later, Batman speeded his batmobile along the abandoned dirt road that laid just beyond the far edge of the Wayne estate. The black tank like vehicle was virtually silent as it raced along the winding road. Batman didn’t stop or slowed down as he approached the waterfall that blocked the road and made it unusable. Instead, the batmobile continued on and drove through the waterfall into a vast hidden cave. The large cavern towered over the vehicle as it made several turns, going deeper into the vast cave. Batman drove almost a mile until he approached his secret hide out deep below Wayne Manor. He came to a stop on a metal platform, just as the road came to an end before pummeling down the deep canvas. The driver side door of the batmobile opened and Batman stepped out in the damp cave. The black body hugging body armor was damaged with a large torn on his right shoulder. Batman was frustrated as he walked across the scaffolding from the batmobile parking pad and up to his control area. His shoulder was in pain but refused so show any emotion. When he reached the computer area of the scaffolding, he peeled off the top of his body armor to display his muscle packed upper torso.
Just then Alfred stepped out of the elevator that went from the massive manor above to the caverns. His eyes took in the thick back muscles of Batman as the caped crusader set up on a table in the medical area. The last few months, Batman’s body got more muscular and shredded thanks to his intense weightlifting regimen and the advanced steroids manufactured by Wayne pharmaceuticals. Alfred eyes traveled down the v-shape back with its layers of muscles on top of muscles, to the narrow lower back. Alfred cock stirred for the first time as his eyes took in Bruce’s body.
“Injured again, master Bruce,” Alfred said as he sat down a tray of brandy and glass on the table beside him. It was Alfred’s normal caring, concerned voice, but more a voice tired of the billionaire playboy turned hero antics.
“Yes. It is obviously a design flaw. I need to rework the fibric compression,” Batman didn’t even notice the tone of Alfred’s voice.
Alfred went over to the medical supply closet and took out some medicine to clean the grappling wound on Batman’s shoulder.
“Ouch, Alfred,” Batman hissed in pain as the medicine burned the wound when Alfred applied it.
Alfred didn’t apologize, “ all those huge muscles and heroics and you can take a little burn.” Batman’s old friend sounds bitter.
“Alfred? What's wrong with you this evening,” Batman asked concerned.
“I’m hoping I am not disturbing anything,” a voice echoed in the cave.
Batman turned and looked up at the third level of the scaffolding and saw a tall man in lavish black robes. “Who are you, and how you got here,” Batman demanded as he jumped to his feet.
“Alfred let me in. You can address me as Mastermind,” the stranger smiled.
“What?” Batman began to turn to question his old friend.
Just then Alfred pushed a needle into Batman’s thick muscular neck. Being caught off guard and betrayed by the one person he thought he could trust absolutely, Batman was unable to react. Suddenly everything went dark and Batman collapsed onto the metal floor.
To be continued
Batman to batboy (part one)
Aquaman was moaning loudly. The enslaved superhero was on his hands and knees on the king size bed in the master suite of a yacht in the South Pacific. Mastermind had a fist full of the King of Atlantis’s long hair as he pounded in and out of the superhero’s ass. Aquaman’s eyes rolled back into his head as he was experiencing unbelievable pleasure. Every night since he was captured, Aquaman was fucked until he came without touching himself. The former cocky superhero now lives to serve his master, mastermind.
The supervillain leaned in and whispered into Aquaman’s left ear, “so, tell me slave what is Batman’s real identity.”
Aquaman would never disclose his friends true identity. However, he had no choice as Mastermind’s cock slid deep in and out of him, “fffuck, he, he’s Bruce Wayne.”
“Well, Bruce Wayne, the muscle bound billionaire playboy,” Mastermind mused as he thrusted all the way into Aquaman’s used manpussy.
Aquaman let out a loud moan as he came onto the sheets beneath him.
Just outside of Gotham, Alfred left Wayne Manor in his employer’s new Rolls Royce and drove into the city. He told Bruce Wayne he was running errands. It wasn’t unusual for the butler to use one of Bruce Wayne’s numerous cars. Alfred had raised Bruce since the billionaire’s parents were killed and was considered more than just an employee to the playboy billionaire. He’s the only person, not a superhero, that knew Bruce Wayne was Batman. However, the older butler had a secret of his own, that even Bruce didn’t know of.
Alfred drove through Gotham, toward the warehouse district. The luxury car looked so out of place in that neighborhood. Alfred finally pulled up to a warehouse that was converted into a boxing gym. From the gym door emerged a tall, muscular younger man. The muscle bound boxer was so masculine as he approached the car passenger side door and opened it. He ducked his shaved head into the car and sat on the expensive leather seat. Alfred's eyes immediately fell to the boxer’s muscular legs. The grey sweat shorts rode up the thick sculpted legs as the younger man sat down.
“I’m glad you called,”Alfred said as he pulled away from the gym. His right hand reached over and stroked the smooth thighs.
“I was thinking about the last time,” the boxer spoke with a thick Russian accent, as he looked down at the older man’s hand. He spread his muscular legs to give Alfred further access up his thighs.
“You are so beautiful,” Alfred whispered as he noticed the boxer’s cock visibly harden in the tight shorts.
Alfred drove to an expensive downtown hotel and checked them into the room. Bruce Wayne paid his butler and right hand man very well. The boxer was impressive with the size and elegance of the hotel room. Once inside the room, Alfred didn’t hesitate in turning and feeling up the athletic, younger man. He lifted the boxer’s t-shirt up, revealing the chisel cobblestone 6-pack. The Russian lifted his muscular arms as Alfred pulled the shirt over his head. Once the muscular younger man was shirtless, Alfred groped and squeezed the massive solid pecs and tiny pert nipples. The boxer stood obedient as he was worshipped.
Alfred always closed this part of his life off from the rest of his life. To everyone he was the loyal, upstanding manservant to Bruce Wayne. However, there was a darker side to the older butler. He unzipped his butler uniform pants and pulled out his hard cock. He grabbed the muscular fighter’s shaved head and pushed the younger man down on his knees. Alfred loved how submissive the muscular younger man was and he loved dominating someone that is so much more muscular and younger then he was. He pushed his cock into the fighter’s throat. He was so turned on as the younger man gagged and struggled to breathe.
Just then the door to the room opened and a tall mysterious man walked in. Alfred pushed the younger man away from him and pulled up his trousers, “who are you and what are you doing here.”
“Relax, Mr. Pennyworth, don’t stop on my account. Continue to enjoy Victor Drago’s expert mouth while I make my proposition to you.
To be continued.
Derek sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he watched the older business man redressed in his expensive Armani suit. Derek had one leg crock up in the bed and the other leg stretched out on the bed. He had only the sheet covering his cock, having just used it to wipe the cum from his deflating cock.
“When will I see you again? I mean just in case I have plans,” Derek asked as he watched George tie his tie. He won’t admit that he had feelings for the older man, nor that he actually enjoyed being a kept boy by another man.
“Probably be in a couple of weeks. I have to fly to London for a week to attend meetings,” George finished adjusting his tie in the mirror and turned toward Derek. He got his billfold from the nightstand and opened it. George pulled out several hundred dollar bills. He then sat on the bed beside Derek,”this should hold you over.”
“Thanks,” Derek took the cash and placed it back in the nightstand.
“You're going to miss me,” George laughed. “I’m sure your little girlfriend will keep you busy,” the older man reached out and stroked Derek’s muscular thigh of the jock’s outstretched leg. George ran his hand under the sheets and pulled them aside to expose Derek’s once again hard cock and full ball.
It had been more than 30 minutes since Derek had came and once again the college jock was rock hard. The older man reached under Derek’s balls and pushed a finger into the jock’s hole. Derek closed his eyes as he felt the finger easing into his tight hole. He let out a deep moan as George scooped out a large gobble of his only cum from Derek’s hole. Derek didn’t protest or pull away as George then placed the finger to Derek’s lips. Keeping his eyes closed, Derek took the finger into his mouth and sucked it. Derek was always considered a straight alpha jock, no one would ever expect him to be so submissive.
Eventually George pulled his finger from Derek’s mouth and started to get up to leave.
“Uh, my girlfriend still has to work for another couple of hours, if you want to stay some more,” Derek tried to act macho and not like a love sick sissy.
The man laughed, “my little straight boy doesn’t want to get his jockpussy fucked again does he.”
“No, I mean, if you want to stay longer, you can,” Derek didn’t know what he wanted. He was always focused and in control but the older man had changed that. Derek loved how George take control of everything, including during sex. Derek loved the new experience of being dominated and controlled.
George moved closer to the bed again. He reached down and ran his fingers along the gold chain laid around Derek’s muscular neck. He had given the chain to Derek after the second time he had fucked the college jock’s ass. The older man moved his hand down Derek’s big smooth pecs. He squeezed the massive slabs of muscles. Derek looked up at George in lust and devotion. Smiling down at the muscular jock, the man unzipped his tailor pants and pulled out his hard cock. Moving a hand behind Derek’s head, he pulled the jock down onto his cock. Derek felt so contented as he began to nurse on the thick cock.
Air Force Muscle part 2
None of Sergeant Daniel Diesel’s men back at the base would have believed it even if they saw it with their own eyes. The muscle bound, alpha military man was on his knees on the sauna floor gagging and sucking on an older, smaller built man’s cock. Sweat was running down his huge bodybuilder body. The sounds of moans and gagging filled the small sauna. Danny was so blissful as his head bobbed up and down on the thick cock. There wasn’t any concerns or humiliation in the normally homophobic airman’s mind. It was just blissfully empty. The intense “orientation” he received on the first day of accepting his free membership made him realize that is how it should be for bodybuilders like him and Officer Jeremy. Minds of men like them should be blank and they should be submissive. Their bodies were for other men's pleasure.
The older man, who’s cock Danny was sucking, ran his hands over the massive twin mountains of his shoulders. They were layered with muscles on top of muscles. The man’s touch caused the sergeant to groan in pleasure. Danny took the entire length of the man’s cock down his throat and looked up at the older man for approval. The man leaned back on the sauna bench and closed his eyes, enjoying the bodybuilder’s expert blowjob. The man had no clue that the alpha sergeant never had a cock in his mouth prior to two months ago when he joined the private gym. Danny’s cock was sticking straight out, rock hard as he worked the cock with his tongue and throat muscles.
On the other side of the sauna, the other older man was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, moaning as the muscle god cop was taking his cock all the way down his tight throat. Officer Jeremy had been a member a few months longer than Danny and was very skilled in worshipping cocks. His cock was leaking and throbbing as he knelt on the floor and worked the cock down his tight throat. The old man reached out his hand and blindly grabbed Jeremy’s hair, pulling the masculine cop further down on his cock.
Two other men came into the sauna laughing and talking. When they saw the two massive, naked bodybuilders on their knees, sucking other men, they grew quiet and stared. Neither Danny nor Jeremy stopped sucking on the cocks in their mouths and didn’t even acknowledge the men's presence.
“Can we join,” one of the newcomers asked. He was younger than the two older men, but still not as built or hot as the two obedient bodybuilders.
“Please, help yourself,” the older man who’s cock Danny was sucking, responded.
The two new men dropped their towels on to the floor and moved behind the two bodybuilders. Neither bodybuilder took his mouth off the cocks as their back ends were lifted. They bend over, cocks still in their mouths and big powerful asses in the air. The two men were in awe of the smooth flawless asses before them. Danny’s ass was paler, while Jeremy’s was tan like the rest of him. The men admired the thick cords of muscles running up the back of each bodybuilder’s thick legs. Each of Jeremy’s thighs were as thick as some kids' waists. Danny’s legs were less thick then his cop friend’s but just as shredded and powerful. The men placed their hands on the massive ass cheeks and spread them to expose the bodybuilders’ smooth holes. Danny’s hole wrinkled at the man’s cock, hungry to be fucked. The man behind Jeremy was carrying a bottle of lotion. He squeezed a generous amount onto his thick cock and then on Jeremy’s tight manpussy. He then tossed the bottle to his friend who stood behind Danny. As the man squeezed the lotion on to his tight man hole, Danny could hear Jeremy’s deep masculine voice moaned as he was penetrated. The tough former alpha male cop was in pure ecstasy as he was fucked from both in.
“Calm down, boy,” the man in front of Danny laughed and patted the sergeant’s hair.
“Yeah, be patient, it's about to be your turn,” the man behind Danny laughed as well.
Danny needed the cock inside him so bad. His muscles were flexing as sweat poured over every curve and valley. He pushed his huge ass backwards and was rewarded as he felt the tip of the man’s cock pushing into his hole. His lips suctioned onto the cock in his mouth as the cock behind him pushed into him. He was feeling pure pleasure as the cock slid in and out of him. He loved the feel of the men hands on him, holding and dominating him. A set of hands holding his ears and another set on his muscular waist as they fucked him from both in. Danny's eyes rolled back into his head as his own cock throbbed and leaked under him. So determined to please them and so them how powerful he was, he began to flex his ass muscles around the thick cock up his ass.
“Damn, he's a hungry slut,” the man behind him moaned and speeded up his pounding of the muscular ass.
“Those two are the best muscle sluts in the gym,” the man that was fucking Jeremy’s mouth spoked up.
Being called sluts seemed to only encourage the two muscle bound adonises to work their muscular asses more. They both take the cocks in their mouths all the way down their throats. They were driving the four men wild.
“Oh, Fffuck,” the older man who was fucking Danny’s mouth, screamed and grabbed hold of the sergeant’s head.
Danny couldn’t pull away and didn’t have any intention to, as his head was held in place. Danny tasted and felt the thick white load being deposited down his throat. He found himself groaning over the cock as his throat muscles continued to milk the cock dry. Exhausted the old man pulled out of the hungry mouth. Danny stared dazed at the cock head, with a pearl drop of cum on it. He leaned in and tried desperately to lick the last bit of cum from it.
Behind Danny, he could hear the two men fucking Jeremy moaning and grunting. Both men had impaled the cop from both ends and was thrusting in and out of both his mouth and ass. Jeremy was expertly working his muscles to drive the men to the brink. Unable to take anymore, both men came at the same time, flooding the bodybuilder cop from both ends. Jeremy was in pure ecstasy as he greedily took the man's protein. The men pulled out of him with a pop, and both men began to wipe their cocks on his masculine, handsome face. Jeremy gripped his cock between his massive legs and jacked off as the men used his face as a cum rage. Jeremy’s deep masculine voice groaned and he quickly shit his load.
Hearing Jeremy come behind him was too much for Danny. Still getting fucked by the last man, Danny couldn’t hold out any more. He let out a loud moan and his cock bounced and throbbed before he started shooting rope and rope of cum onto the floor. He wasn’t even touching himself. As he came, his muscles began to shake and flex as waves of pleasure shot through him. His ass muscles clamped down on the man’s cock behind him causing the man to yell, oh, fuck. With the vice like grip milking him, the man came deep inside the sergeant’s ass.
After everyone came, the four older men sat exhausted on the benches in the sauna catching their breaths. Danny and Jeremy remained on their knees, like cum pigs, licking each man's cock clean. When the heat got to the men, they led the two bodybuilders out to the showers. The older men paired up and began to wash each muscle god up. Danny flexed and posed as one man washed him from the front and the other washed his back. He loved the feel of their hands on his sculpted body. The gym taught him his true purpose . He was built to be worshipped and then used. All his huge muscles were for other men's pleasure. He and men like him and Jeremy work to be appreciated and get approval from other men. The SkinTrade only enhanced and expanded this hidden natural desire in men.
After the men washed the two bodybuilders, Jeremy and Danny redressed in their uniforms. Their uniforms did nothing to cover their huge sculpted muscles. As they step out of the gym, they once again become the dominant alpha males. Neither man remembered what had happened in the sauna and shower. They just remembered a great workout. Their asses were sore from the intense workout and heavy weights.
Sergeant Danny Diesel walked down the street in his Air Force cammies and carrying his duffel bag. The big muscle bound military man was turning heads. His uniform fit him perfectly, showing off his huge arms, big bubble ass, and thick legs. He exhumed an air of alpha confidence and arrogance. However, as an alpha he had the stresses that go with it. Always in control and in command as an officer in the military and as the dominant person in every relationship.
Danny reached the SkinTrade gym and pulled the door open. As soon as he stepped into the private gym he felt all of his stress fade away. Of all the gyms he worked out at he felt the most relaxed at the SkinTrade. The Air Force base gym was well equipped but it was too close to his work and while there he alway had to be the sergeant. At other gyms he always gets hit on by women, flirting to get hot muscle military men. However, at the only men's gym, Danny felt so focused on his workout. He had no concerns or stress in his head. Above everything else, the SkinTrade offered free membership to military and law enforcement officers.
Danny was greeted at the front desk by the gym attendant as he swiped his membership card. The built attendant, with long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, pulled out a bottle of Alpha-B from under the counter.
“Good day, Sergeant Diesel, how is it going,” Jeremy greeted him with a smile. The skintight spandex uniform shirt hugged the younger man’s incredible pecs and displayed every bulging ab.
“Good, yourself,” Danny returned the smile and opened the can of complementary Alpha-B. The pre-workout drink tasted so good, going down the muscle military man’s throat,
“Good, sir. You working out on legs today,” the gym staff know Danny’s workout schedule by heart.
“It's Wednesday, hump day,” Danny laughed and headed toward the locker rooms. As he did so, two older men passed him and turned their heads to openly check out his big ass as it filled out his uniform pants.
Once in the locker room, Danny sat down his duffel bag and drank the rest of the Alpha-B. He felt so pumped, energized, and horny as his cock stirred. He set down on the branch in front of his assigned locker and unlaced his boots. Once he pulled them off, he stood back up and unlocked his locker. Inside was just a tiny pair of green posing briefs hanging on a hook. He would have never worn something so small and revealing. Now though he didn’t even flinch. Danny proceeded to unbutton his camie shirt and pull it off his muscular arms. He then lifted his green t-shirt and pulled it over his head. His body was smooth with a patriotic tattoo down his left arm. With his upper torso bare, he undid his belt and pants. Pulling his pants down, he revealed his muscle packed legs. His legs were smooth, and every definition in his chisel quads and hamstrings were fully displayed. He was proud of his legs having worked out hard on them. Finally he pulled down his green boxer briefs and stood nude in the locker room. His body was that of a professional bodybuilder, big, shredded, powerful. He could go on stage at that very moment and win first place at a bodybuilder competition.
Danny turned and reached for the tiny green posing briefs. He stepped into them and pulled them up his massive legs. The poser wasn’t hiding a thing. His impressive cock and balls were hugged by the stretched fabric. In the back, the poser was more like a thong as it barely covered much of his huge ass and was being swallowed up by the deep valley between his massive ass cheeks. Danny turned toward the mirror and began to flex and pose. He thought he looked so sexy. Danny would never consider himself sexy before joining SkinTrade. And would definitely never wear those tiny posers while working out. However, since he started working out there, his modesty and inhibitions faded away. Danny sat back down on the bench and pulled out his workout shoes from the duffel bag. The bench felt cold on his exposed ass cheeks as he put on and tied the shoes.
Sergeant Diesel definitely turned a lot of heads from the older, more dressed patrons of the gym as he walked out into the weight room. He didn’t seem to notice or care, in fact he just wore a blank smile on his face.
“Dude, about time,” a loud voice called out to Danny from the squat stations.
Danny went over to his friend and the two bodybuilders gripped each other fists. Officer Patrick Vance, one of the state police finest and a former winner of the Arnold classic for two years. It was noticeable why he won. His body was perfect, with big flawless, smooth muscles. Patrick wore only a shiny red poser. He had taken full advantage of the hair removal treatments the gym provided free of charge to its bodybuilding members. While Danny wore only a small mustache, Patrick had a neatly trimmed black beard. Also Danny was pale in comparison to Patrick’s perfect even golden tan.
Neither half naked man seemed to care that they were the center of attention in the gym. In fact, the Air Force sergeant and police officer felt so good and relaxed being fully exposed. Their thick bulges in the posers were on full display.
For an hour, both muscle gods worked out together. As they took turns doing deep heavy squats, their posers pushed deeper between their large asses. Their grunts and moans, and yells of encouragement to each other, carried through the gym. There were quite a few older gym patrons that got a hard on just from listening to the two muscle studs. They look so masculine even in their revealing posers. Muscles pumped, vascular veins popping, covered in sweat. Yet as they work out harder and harder, their faces become more blissfully blank. Neither muscle stud stopped even when their cocks popped free from the confines of their tiny posers. They just continue to workout, pumping harder.
Danny stood by the leg press machine, edging his workout partner on while Patrick pressed nearly 1000 lbs. Patrick’s knees touching his massive pecs, before pushing the weight up, his quads pumping and bulging. Every vein was full of bl00d and pumped. A small group of older admirers were following them from station to station. They stood behind Danny, admiring his powerful legs and muscular ass.
“Look at the strateus in that ass,” one of the older men marveled as he boldly reached out and touched Danny’s ass.
The man pushed the tiny poser deep between Danny’s ass cheeks. The straight military stud grew hard and obedient as he stood there getting groped. Meanwhile, Patrick locked the leg press back in place, but kept his legs up on the press platform. His quads were huge and pumped. One of the older men knelt down and stroked the big juicy thighs. He moved his hand down the massive thigh until he reached the area between the smooth legs. Patrick offered no resistance as the man pushed his finger into the tiny poser and began to tease the bodybuilder’s tight pussy.
Both bodybuilders grew more submissive and relaxed as they used and groped. After they finished their workout, they obediently followed the older men into the steam room. The older gym members undress and sit in the sauna. Danny and Patrick then knelt before the men and began to worship each man’s cock. The men were so turned on watching the massive bodybuilders sucking and licking their cocks. There wasn’t a thought in their brains as they serviced the paying members of the gym.
It was Sunday morning, on Mother’s Day, and I needed to make a quick run to Walmart to buy a few items. I dread going there but occasionally the scenery made it worth it. There were a few acceptable looking guys there that were making last minute purchases for their mothers and wives. There was one that caught my attention. As I went through the grocery selection, I spotted this sexy stud pushing the shopping cart with his wife. She was an attractive blonde, but it was him that got my attention. It was obvious that he had a nice body under his green t-shirt and khakis cargo shorts. The shorts showed promise of a nice muscular ass laying hidden under them. His longest brown hair was pushed back behind his ears and hung out of the back of his baseball cap. I passed them several times. On one occasion, his wife was down one of the aisles and he was waiting for her. Leaning by the shopping cart, with his nicely developed arms crossed. As I passed him, I smiled and openly checked him out. He peered under his ball cap as I passed. His expression was emotionlessly as his eyes followed me as I walked by.
Later, as I was about to head to check out, I saw the stud heading toward the restroom alone. Taking it as my chance, I followed. I walked into the restroom just as he unzipped his shorts and pulled out a nice cock at the urinal. I smiled to myself as his shorts were lower enough to show off his blue boxer briefs, they showed promise of a nice meaty ass under them. I turned the bathroom door lock before taking the urinal beside him. As I unzipped my pants and pulled out my thick cock, I noticed him out of the corner of my eyes, turning his head toward me. He was nervous and started to put his cock away.
“Nice,” I whispered and reached behind him and squeezed a hand full of his ass.
“What the fuck,” he hissed and stepped back. “I’m not a fag,” he whispered.
“Relax, buddy,” I whispered as my hand pushed into his shorts.
“Get your hands off me,” he barked and pulled away.
As he moved back, I moved closer. Then his eyes fell on my thick exposed cock. I smiled as I saw him swallow hard. He was nervous as I took his hand and guided it toward my cock.
“I’m not gay,” his voice cracked as he whispered.
Despite his protests, he wrapped his large fist around my cock. He was breathing hard as he slowly began to stroke me.
“Good, boy. Just relax,” I moved closer and licked his muscular neck.
He let out a low groan. I pushed my hand deeper into his shorts, pushing them down over his nice bubble ass. The baby blue boxer briefs were stretched over a nice fat one, just enough meat to squeeze and bounce. His hard cock was stretching the front of the underwear. He was so scared, nervous and confused. He was a straight stud but also I could sense there was a submissive side to him that needed to be released. I then pushed down on his muscular shoulders. His legs were shaking as he slowly knelt on the public restroom floor. I then pushed his cap off his head and grabbed hold of his longish brown hair.
“Please no,” he cried before I pushed my cock into his virgin mouth. He instantly began to gag on the thickness of my cock. I held a firm grip on his hair as I guided him up and down on my staff. Tears ran down his handsome face as he drooled over it. His throat was nice and tight. Knowing that I didn't have much time before his wife came looking for him or the lock restroom door brought unneeded attention, I pulled him off my cock by his hair. A long line of split ran from his mouth to my cock as he looked up at me. My cock was coated in drool and saliva. I then pulled him up onto his feet and turned him around to face the wall.
“Please, no,” he whimpered, as I pulled his underwear down to reveal his white ass.
I gave the fat ass cheeks a slap and kicked his legs further apart.
“Don’t,” he cried softly.
Ignoring him, I spread his meaty ass cheeks and aim my cock head, lubed with his drool, at his tight rosebud. I pressed my thick cock head at his outer ring and pushed in. He gasped for air as I pushed deeper. His pleading for me to stop dead down and he grew quiet. Once his ass stopped offering any resistance, I grabbed his muscular waist and began to move in and out of him. Thrusting deeper and harder each time. He was soon letting out deep moans of pleasure. I truly love fucking straight asses, I mused as I pounded him harder, pushing him against the wall as I took his virginity. The toughest guys always turn into hungry obedient sluts when their prostates are taken.
I pushed all the way into him, and paused. His tight manpussy felt so good around my cock, his ass muscles involuntarily flexing and milking my cock like a vice. I couldn’t hold out any longer and shot my load deep inside him, filling him up.
Feeling my seed flooding him, he quickly followed and shot against the wall. In trumpet, I pulled out of him and gave his ruined ass a slap. He merely groaned as he slid exhausted onto the bathroom floor. Smirking, I put my cock away and left the bathroom.
The oceans are vast and deep with entire areas unexplored. We know more about the surface of the moon than what lies beneath our own planet’s oceans. In the great depths of the ocean lies the lost civilization of Atlantis. Considered lost for thousands of years by the surface dwellers, this ancient civilization evolved and flourished under their wise god-kings. The king through his trident of Neptune controls the waters and the various creatures that inhabit it.
Aquaman was gliding through the waters of the warm pacific enjoying the tranquility of his kingdom. He was the first half breed, a product of a son of the land and the daughter of the oceans, to be born and the direct descendant of Neptune himself on his mother’s side. As a result, he was the rightful king of Atlantis and master of the oceans. As he swims the great depths of the ocean where no human can dive, he hears a high pitch squeal of dozens of Atlanteans in great pain. He turned toward the direction of the cries and cut through the deep water with great speed. Because his human body could not stand the great pressure of the deeps, his muscular, tall body was encased in a gold wetsuit like body armor that hugged and molded against every chisel curve and bulge. It allowed him to go to the deepest spots of the ocean and cut through the water with ease.
The cries lead him to an oil rig that has been converted into a research station. The Atlanteans knew of the researchers and never considered them a threat. Actually the researchers were working on ways to save the oceans and its species. Aquaman rose out of the ocean and into the air. His gold body armor gilmour in the bright sun. The water droplets running down his superhuman body reflected the light in the eyes of the startled researchers on the rig’s deck. Aquaman looks ever the part of a god that his people calmed him to be. His thick beard and long unruly hair was wet with the ocean water and blew in the wind. He held the gold trident high in the air.
On the floor of the rig’s main deck lay a dozen Atlantean warriors under metal nets. The proud warriors were helpless as they baked in the hot sun. Their nude bodies were bronze and muscular. In ancient times, Atlantean males were known for their beauty.
Pointing his trident, Aquaman man ordered in a deep commanding voice, “free my people.”
Aquaman quickly realized his warriors’ capturers weren’t the peaceful researchers but navy SEALS who had seized control of the research rig. The navy men didn’t move as they pointed their weapons at the muscular sea king as he glided on to the deck of the rig gracefully. Aquaman noticed the SEALS’ eyes were blank. Yet he felt their eyes following and watching every muscle moved and flexed as Aquaman walked up to his captured warriors. His muscular glutes flexed and tightened under the second skin body armor. Nothing was left to their imagination. On his upper body, the body armor was so tight and body hugging that it appeared to be nothing more than tattoos.
“Who is in charge here,” Aquaman man demanded as he turned to face the crowds.
“That would be me, Aquaman,” the voice spoke from one of the catwalks over Aquaman’s head.
Aquaman looked up, “Mastermind.” Aquaman spat out in disgust. Just then a harpoon sailed through the air and pieced Aquaman in his meaty left thigh. Aquaman screamed in pain and pulled out the thin harpoon from his leg. He looked at the needle shaped top that hard pieced his bodysuit and his muscular thigh. Then everything went dark as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed into the deck.
Aquaman awoke strapped to an exam table. His body armor had been removed and he lay naked and bound. His muscular legs were strapped to stirrups and held wide apart. He tried to struggle with his bound but was unable to move.
“Don’t waste your strength Aquaman, the bounds are made from the material from Atlantis itself. Even you are unable to break your own technology,” the mastermind laughed as he came into view of the strapped king of the oceans. The super villain was naked with the largest cock Aquaman had ever seen standing straight ahead.
“What do you want, Mastermind,” Aquaman demanded as he stubbornly struggled against the bounds.
“Oh, you know of me? I’m flattered,” the villain reached out and ran his hand up Aquaman’s lean, muscular torso.
“Superman and Batman warned me about you,” Aquaman hissed as he tried to pull away from the villain’s disgusting touch.
“Superman and Batman are of no concern anymore,” Mastermind continued to move his hand up Aquaman’s muscular smooth body. The only hair that the superhero had was his thick beard and mast of long hair. “The legends of how beautiful you Atlantean men were wasn’t exaggerated. You and your warriors will serve me quite well. I already had enjoyed a few of their exquisite asses already.” Mastermind laughed and shook his massive cock.
“Never, I will never serve you,” Aquaman clenched his fists and pulled against the restraints. As he struggled his muscles bulged and flexed, veins popped and grew massive.
“Beautiful,” the arch villain whispered.
Mastermind moved his hands back down Aquaman’s body, exploring the smooth muscular pecs and down the chisel cobblestone abs. His hands reached Aquaman’s soft, yet impressive cock as it rested against the hero’s right thigh. Mastermind gripped the cock into his right hand and began to stroke it. Aquaman struggled in disgust. Mastermind smiled and moved down Aquaman’s long powerful legs. He moved over to a table and picked up a small jar.
“Do you know what this is?” Mastermind unscrewed the jar. “Your people call it amora. It is said to be the mucus of a rare oyster only found in the deepest trenches of the oceans.” Mastermind put two fingers into the jelly-like substance and scooped up a large amount of it with his fingers. “Your people used it for centuries as a sexual lubricant. It said that it brings unbelievable pleasure.”
Aquaman’s eyes widened and he tried to pull away as Mastermind moved between his spread legs. Mastermind smiled and pressed his fingers, covered in the substance, against Aquaman’s exposed hole. The sensation was unbelievable as Aquaman grit his teeth. He tried to clutch his ass closed but his ass muscles felt oddly relaxed. He couldn’t fight as Mastermind grabbed hold of his muscular thighs and roughly pushed into him. Instead of the pain of being penetrated for the first time, Aquaman was experiencing pure pleasure. Mastermind was easily sliding in and out of the superhero’s hole. Mastermind grabbed Aquaman’s cock while fucking him. Moving his hand up and down the staff, Mastermind began to focus on Aquaman’s mind. The cock began to swell in his hand as he entered the Atlantean king’s mind.
“Relax, it feels so good to relax,” Aquaman heard the villain’s voice in his mind. He tried to block it out but it was so hard to think from the intense pleasure in his ass and the stroking of his throbbing cock.
“Breathe in and out. It feels so good to relax and surrender. Just give in,” the voice in Aquaman’s mind was so calming.
“No. I. Must. Resist,” Aquaman moaned.
It was getting so hard to think. His cock was so hard and the villain’s cock was ramming his prostate over and over. On top of that the voice in his head made it even harder to think. He tried to turn his head away but the piercing eyes were holding his focus. Mastermind’s eyes staring straight into Aquaman’s as he pounded and stroked the superhero.
“Ssshh, it is so hard to think. It even hurts to think, doesn’t it,” mastermind whispered.
Aquaman’s head was throbbing as he tried to resist. He found himself questioning if it wouldn’t be so much better to just give up. Let the mastermind do the thinking for him. It felt so good getting fucked, being the supervillain’s slave.
“Just relax and cum for me. Cum until all free will is gone. You feel so blissful and relaxed when you cum,” mastermind continued to pump Aquaman’s leaking cock while pounding deep and hard in and out of him.
“Oh, god. It's so hard to fight,” Aquaman moaned. “I need to cum so bad,” he moaned and arched his back into the air.
“That’s it, Aquaman, give in and let your willpower drain through your cock. It would feel so good being my obedient muscle whore,” Mastermind said out loud.
“Your muscle whore,” Aquaman moaned loud. He arched his back and shot his load into the air. The thick cum landed on Aquaman’s beard and hair.
“That’s it, keep coming, make sure there is nothing remaining of your useless will. All you need and desire is to serve me and obey,” Mastermind continued to thrusted in and out of Aquaman’s hole.
Aquaman continued to come over and over. Thick loads landing over his body. As he came his ass muscles clamped down on the Mastermind’s cock, milking it.
“That’s it, when I cum inside you, you will be my obedient slave forever,” Mastermind thrusted harder into his newest super slave.
“Yes, cum inside me, master. Make me your slave,” Aquaman mindlessly moaned.
Aquaman felt so good being Mastermind’s obedient slave. He led the supervillain to Altantis and helped Mastermind enslave his own people.
The auditorium burst into loud cheers as Connor made the final move and pinned his opponent. The spectators stood in the stands and shouted Connor's name. The new 185lb champion stood up and the referee lifted his right arm in victory. He looked so cocky and confident as he raised and flexed his muscular arms. He quickly scanned the breaches. His family wasn’t in the stands as one would have expected, but it wasn’t his family he was looking for. He then jogged off the mat to be greeted by his celebratory teammates and coaches. His teammates flocked to him, jumping up and down around their team leader. They hugged him, patted him on his wide back and round muscular ass. He was enjoying his teammates and coaches admiration more than the victory itself. To his teammates he was the alpha jock, their leader who they look up to.
The head wrestling coach hugged him in celebration and gave Connor’s ass a slap, “good job, I’m so proud of you.”
Connor pulled away from his coach and headed toward the locker rooms. He was cocky and arrogant as he headed toward the doorway leading to the locker rooms, even though his cock was rock hard under his singlet and briefs. The wrestling singlet was so tight and revealing, as it hugged and displayed every bulge and curve of his sculpted body, that there was no hiding his thick, hard cock. It was noticeable to everyone. He tried to ignore it and play it off as if it wasn’t a big deal. He looked even more cocky actually as he walked with his thick cock visible.
When Connor got to the locker rooms, he looked around to make sure no one was around. When the locker room was secured, Connor pulled the shoulder straps off his broad shoulders and down his large defined arms. As he peeled the singlet down his torso, he slowly revealed his muscular chisel body. Connor continued to peel it down over his powerful hips and below the white wrestling briefs he wore under the singlet. The spandex briefs were stretched over the thick tube of his cock and large round bubble ass. He turned his head again to make sure no one was in the locker room. When he thought it was secure, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled it under his cock and balls. His thick cock popped free. He gripped his cock in his fist and began to jack off. His cock was throbbing and oozing.
Connor pumped his cock feverishly. His coaches’ praises made him so horny. He found himself needing their approval. The cocky alpha facade, he put on in public and on the mat, was an illusion. When he wrestled his opponents, deep down he imagined that they were in fact himself. He secretly wanted to be dominated, but also he wanted and needed other men's approval and praise. As he pumped his cock, he moved his left hand between his thick smooth thighs and pushed a finger into his own tight hole.
“You need help there,” the masculine voice scared the younger jock.
Connor reached for his briefs to pull them up as he turned toward the voice with a look of a deer caught in headlights.
“Relax, stud,” the man laughed as he turned to lock the locker room doors. “You should make sure the doors are locked before you play, boy.”
Connor breathed in a sign of relief as Thomas approached him, “I didn’t see you in the stands during the match.”
Connor lowered his head as the older man approached him and gently stroked the college wrestler’s muscular, smooth pecs.
“You know I never missed one of your matches, especially this one,” Thomas moved his hand down Connor abs, tracing the chisel valleys with his fingers.
Connor knew the older man was right, he knew Thomas would never forget his matches, unlike his own busy father. The college wrestler met the man at his first wrestling tournament of his freshman year at the Big 12 university. He was introduced to Thomas by his coach after his match and was impressed by how much the older man knew about wrestling. Just from looking at the cocky, confident jock, Thomas knew the best way to seduce Connor was to stroke his ego. Thomas was quickly proven right when Connor boned up right there as Thomas lap praises on the cocky jock. Thomas was there again after Connor's second match and offered to take the wrestler out for dinner to celebrate. Connor was a poor college student and readily agreed. Connor didn’t remember much later that night, except that he woke up the next morning with Thomas’s cock buried in his tight wrestler ass. Connor always considered himself straight, never even thinking about a guy until that night. Thomas gave Connor everything he didn’t realize he needed. The older man worshipped and praised him and then dominated him. Connor couldn’t get enough.
Thomas moved one of his hands further down, tracing the veins and deep v-cuts along Connor’s smooth lower stomach, before gripping the wrestler’s thick cock. With his other hand, he lifted the jock’s masculine chin so their eyes met. Thomas leaned in and kissed the tough wrestler right on the mouth. His tongue pushed into Connor’s mouth, dominating the champion wrestler’s tongue. Connor closed his eyes and moaned into the older man’s mouth. His strong hands flobbed with Thomas’s pants trying to free the man’s cock. Once he freed it, Connor began to stroke it. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at the huge thick cock in his strong hands. He has always been amazed at the size of Thomas’s cock. It was bigger than his own thick, eight inch cock.
Connor looked up into the taller man’s eyes, and whispered in a low voice, “fuck me please.” His youthful, masculine voice cracking as he spoke.
Thomas smiles as he finishes peeling the singlet and briefs down the wrestler’s muscle packed legs and over the boy’s wrestling shoes. After Connor stepped out of his discarded singlet and underwear, Thomas took him by the hand and led the muscular jockboy over to the team’s practice mat that lay in the middle of the locker room floor. Connor obediently laid on his back and lifted his legs apart. Thomas loved the look in Connor’s handsome face as he exposed his boypussy. Thomas knelt between the wrestler’s spread legs and aimed his cock at the tight, smooth hole. Looking Connor right in the eyes and smiling, he rammed his cock hard into the jockpussy. Connor arched his back into the air and grunted. The older man’s cock continued to push deeper, stretching the jock’s inner canal. Thomas was pushing hard determined to fuck the cum out of the jock. Connor then wrapped his powerful legs around the older man’s waist. On the mat during a wrestling match, his opponent would be in trouble if they were in that hold. However, now it was Connor who was in the submissive position. Having stretched the boypussy enough, Thomas began to move in and out of his jock boy. Each time, deeper and harder. Connor was groaning as the thick cock pounded his prostate. It felt so good. His own cock was slapping against his lower abs each time Thomas rammed into him.
“You my good jock whore,” Thomas grunted as he rammed deep.
“Fffuck, yes,” Connor moaned in pleasure.
No one would ever believe even if they witnessed it themselves. Connor was like a totally different person then he appeared to be only minutes ago when he was dominating his opponent on the mat. He was cocky, dominant, a college alpha god. Now he was moaning and whimpering in pure pleasure as he was fucked hard. Thomas loved the look in the jock’s face. The handsome face distorted between pain and pleasure. His pouting lips open in an extended moan. His blue eyes glazed over. He could fuck the boy all day in that position, muscular legs and arms wrapped around him, but he knew their time was short. Soon Connor’s team would be heading back to the locker room and neither Connor nor Thomas could afford for the teammates and coaches to find the locker room doors locked and them inside alone.
Thomas pulled out of Connor’s hole, leaving the jock feeling empty. Connor eyes open in disappointment and confusion. Then Thomas flipped Connor on to his stomach. It wasn’t an easy move against the muscle packed 185lb wrestling champ. However, Connor offered no resistance. He lifted himself on to his hands and knees, just as Thomas mounted him from behind. The force of Thomas reentry into his ass was so strong that it drove Connor face down on the mat and he grunted as the air was pushed out of his mouth. Thomas held him by his muscular hips as he pounded hard. Connor turned his head sideways as his face pressed against the mat. His eyes rolled up and back into his head as his mouth hung open. He then let out a long deep moan as the cock bottomed out deep inside his hole.
Thomas pushed all the way into his jock boy’s ass. His stomach was slapping against the wrestler’s tight smooth ass each time he thrusted in and out of Connor. Connor’s ass felt so good as it flexed and gripped around his cock. He loved fucking the wrestler and Connor was definitely his favorite fuck. It was the boy’s cockiness on the mat and elsewhere that turned Thomas on, and seeing that cockiness vanish as he fucked it out of him got Thomas even more aroused. Hearing the straight looking, jock alpha moan and groan as he took his cock up the ass was pure heaven to Thomas’ ears. Knowing that their time was running out, Thomas gave one last ram deep into Connor’s ass and paused.
“Oh, fffuck,” Connor yelled out as he felt Thomas’s warm seed filling deep inside him. Unable to control himself, he quickly followed and came on to the mat beneath him. When Thomas pulled out, he dropped Connor’s body like a rag doll on to the mat. He gave the wrestler’s ass one last slap before getting his clothes on and sneaked out of the locker room.
After Thomas left, Connor lifted up his sore body off the mat. As he stood up on his thick muscular legs, he felt Thomas’s cum leaking from his ruined hole. He began to clean up the mess of sweat and cum from t
Jack would do anything to stay out of prison. Since he was released on parole, he tried desperately to change his life around. He continued to workout after he got out of prison, creating a ripped muscular body. He even became an online role model to steer people away from drugs and crime. When he was younger he made a lot of bad choices with drugs that led him to commit crimes and got himself locked up in prison. He doesn’t like talking about the experience while locked up, and he would do anything not to have to re experience it. He made it to every appointment with his parole officer, even though Jack hated the old, fat fag. The parole officer kept coming on to Jack even after he repeatedly told the older man he wasn’t gay.
Jack was late for his parole meeting as he was stuck in traffic. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel in anger. He know that the faggot parole officer would use it against him for being late again. He ran his tattooed hand over through his blond hair in frustration. He knew he should have left the gym earlier, he didn’t even change out of his shorts and stringer that showed off his muscle packed, tattooed body.
When Jack finally arrived, he ran up the old building’s stairs and bulged into the parole officer’s office.
“You late,” the overweight man barked as he closed a file and pushed it into the file draw of his desk.
“I was stuck in traffic,” Jack pleaded. He hates graveling to the sick pervert.
He could see the parole officer looking him over with those hungry perverted eyes. Jack felt disgusted.
“You've been late for the last three appointments,” the parole officer opened Jack’s file. “Each time you had some kind of excuse. It is not looking good for you when I report to the judge. It won’t take much for the judge to revoke your probation.”
“Fuck, come on, give me a fucking break,” Jack yelled.
The parole officer smirked and made a note in the file, “adding aggression issues to the report isn’t helping either. You haven’t controlled your anger issues yet have you.” The parole officer leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, looking smug.
“Come on please, give me a break man. I will do anything to stay out of prison, man,” Jack pleaded. He hated doing it, and instantly regretted saying it as he caught the parole officer’s eyes roaming over his tan, tattooed, muscle packed arms.
The parole officer leaned forward, “you desperately don’t want to go back to prison do you. Exactly what are you willing to do to stay out of there?” He reached over and touched Jack’s large left bicep, gently stroking the tight tattooed skin.
Jack jerked his arm away, “I don’t do that shit. I’m no man’s bitch.”
“Come now, I saw your record and read the “accident” reports. What I am asking you to do won’t be anything that you haven’t done while locked up. And trust me, I would be a lot gentler than they were in prison. Plus after I’m done, you can go and fuck any pussy you want. At least until our next appointment,” the older man touched Jack’s left thigh.
Jack pulled his leg away, “I’ll go to your supervisor and report your sick ass.”
Instead of scaring the man, the parole officer laughed, “and they're going to believe an excon punk like you. You look so upstanding with those prison tattoos.”
Jack’s heart sunk. He didn’t trust the system and knew the parole officer held all the cards. As the man reached for him again, Jack didn’t move away this time. In defeat Jack let the parole officer pull aside his shirt to expose Jack’s left nipple.
“Nice tits,” the man whispered as he pinched them.
The parole officer pulled his hand away and unbelted his pants to pull out a fat cock, “now take off your shirt and get down on your knees.”
Humiliated and seeing no way out, Jack pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his tattooed chest and chisel torso. He had worked hard on his body starting in prison and even harder once he got out. All of his hard work paid off. Now, for the first time since he was released early from prison, he slid down onto his knees and placed a cock into his mouth. He closed his blue eyes and wrapped his lips around the thick cock. He tried to take it slow but the parole officer was impatient. He grabbed Jack by his blonde hair and pushed his cock deep down the ex con’s throat. Jack began to gag and cough as his tight throat was pounded. Tears welled in Jack’s eyes and ran down his chisel, masculine face. For the first time since prison he was letting another man use and humiliate him. Jack was ashamed as the old feelings began to stir in his shorts, while the parole officer fucked his rugged face. The man held his hair guiding the muscle stud’s mouth on and off his cock.
Finally, the parole officer finally pulled Jack’s mouth off his cock. Jack fell downward onto his calves. The parole officer’s cock was covered in drool and saliva.
“Good boy, I bet you was a popular bitch in prison,” the parole officer laughed. “Now, standup and take off your shorts, boy.”
“Please, no,” the normally cocky, tough excon pleaded.
“No back talk bitch, or you will be heading right back to prison,” the parole officer pulled Jack’s hair.
Defeated and humiliated, Jack stood up and towered over the short, fat parole officer. He took a deep breath and pulled down his shorts. His tattooed and smooth body looked sculptured and flawless as he stood before the older man, in just his grey boxer briefs. He instinctively covered his bulge.
“Beautiful. Now the underwear,” the parole officer ordered. “In fact, I don’t want you to wear anymore underwear when you come for our appointments.”
Jack’s face was red in embarrassment as he hooked his thumbs into the side of his underwear and pulled them down. His own meaty cock was semi hard and slowly growing.
“Now, look like you don’t dislike this as much as you pretend,” the parole officer laughed. “Get over here and bend over the desk.”
With his head down, Jack stepped out of his shorts and underwear and walked in only his sneakers over to the parole officer’s desk. When he reached the desk, the older man pushed him to bend over the desk. He turned his head as he was laid flat down on the hard surface. The parole officer took his time as he admired the tattooed, shredded back with its layers of ripped muscles on top of muscles. The tattoos came down to Jack’s lower back and stopped, leaving his ass and legs smooth and flawless. Jack waited as the parole officer reached into his desk draw and pulled out a tub of lube. Jack felt the man’s fat hands spreading his muscular ass cheek.
“Damn that’s a pretty ass, bet you keep it nice and tight now after all the fucking it received in prison.”
Jack started to protest as he felt the cold gloo being squeezed onto his tight hole.
“Relax, boy. Resisting is a fast ticket back to prison and as you know, they don’t use lube there,” the parole officer slapped Jack’s ass hard. “Damn, that’s a firm ass,” the older man slapped the other cheek.
At each slap Jack jumped and tried desperately not to cry out. The hard slaps strung and burned. Finally the man stopped, slapping his ass. The parole officer then spread the firm muscular ass cheeks. Jack braced him against the desk as he felt the cock head pressing against his tight little hole. He felt the thickness pushing into him, causing steering pain run up his spine. He wanted to cry out but didn’t want to give the parole officer that pleasure. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the cock pushed deeper into him, stretching the tight canal. Jack knew the pain was temporarily and he feared what came after the pain faded more than the pain itself. When the parole officer found his prostate, the pain was replaced with pure pleasure. Jack tried desperately to not to moan. His cock grew hard as it was pressed between his chisel abs and the hard wood desk. The parole officer began to thrust in and out of Jack’s ass. The older man grabbed hold of Jack’s thick tattooed shoulders and pushed all the way in and then out of the tough stud’s ass. Jack’s cock was throbbing under him. His alpha facade, with his huge shredded muscles and tattoos, crumbled. He couldn’t hide what he was. Jack couldn’t hold out and he let out a deep masculine moan. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was once again made to realize he was meant to be another man’s bitch, as he came on the desk under himself. As he came, his entire body spasmed. His ass muscles gripped the parole officer’s cock and the vice like grip began to milk the older, fat man. The parole officer let out a loud moan and came deep inside Jack. The older man collapsed on top of the ex-con’s wide thick back. Jack quietly cried under the man’s weight. He was once again another man’s bitch.
When the parole officer recovered and pulled out of Jack’s ruined hole, he gave the sore ass a slap and told him to lick his cock and desk clean. Defeated and broken, the tough, tattooed ex con obediently obeyed.
Club Notorious was one of the most popular nightclubs in town. A Mecca for the beautiful people to dance and be seen. It was famous for its large dance floor, bright lights, celebrities, and sexy gogo dancers. However, behind the mega club was another club, that was referred to only as the Club. Its clientele were very rich and had a particular taste in entertainment. All the members were rich and gay or bisexual, either out or in the closet.
On the weekend both clubs were packed. The members of the private Club would either entire Club Notorious and then escorted to a secret elevator or enter by the private back door in the rear alley. It all had a prohibition era to it. Upon giving a passcode to the doormen, the members were let into the secretive club. Inside, well dressed men mangle among each other and openly flirt with the half naked waiting staff. The waiters and bartenders wore only tiny jockstraps that displayed their muscular asses. Each employee was built like pro bodybuilders with smooth flawless bodies. The rich male clientele would openly grope and fondle the waiters as they serve drinks or cigars. The muscular staff would offer no resistance, even when the club patrons would push their fingers up the server’s tight holes. The waiter would just lean forward and let the patron stroke his insides. On various platforms and on the bars, were naked gogo boys, dancing and performing to the loud music. They were college jocks or gym rats by day and obedient boy toys at night in the club.
The richest patrons, the VIPs, would sit at tables in front of the large stage, smoking their cigars and enjoying their fine drinks. It wasn’t unusual or shocking to see a naked muscular waiter or dancer under one of the VIP tables giving the patrons blow jobs. The average patron of Club Notorious had no idea about the secretive club or what went on in there.
The loud music inside the Club died down and the patrons turned their attention to the stage at the end of the Club. A man in a fine tuxedo came on stage from behind a curtain.
“Gentlemen, welcome to the Club. I hope you are enjoying yourselves tonight. The Club aims to please.”
There was a loud applause by the patrons.
“Now, it's time for our show. Our entertainment for your enjoyment this evening is one of our city’s finest. A police officer for the past two years and a true roid freak. Please tip generously, the tips will be going to fund the new athletic center on the east end. Now give a welcome to Officer Bailey,” the announcer stepped aside as the audience cheered.
The curtains separated and out stepped a blonde massive bodybuilder in a tiny red poser. The half naked Officer Bailey at once began to flex and pose to the cheering crowds. His four inch cock was hard. The bodybuilder was loving the attention as he parades around the stage flexing. Men near the stage reached out and touched his massive legs.
Officer Bailey felt so good as the men touched and worshipped him. During the day and while on duty, the cop was always in control and constantly stressed. He began to workout and use steroids to get bigger, to be more intimidating while on the job. The bad guys always seem to be bigger and more dangerous, so many police officers use steroids to get bigger, to get an advantage. As he got bigger and bigger his ego grew as well. He gets so turned on by the attention he gets from his steer size. Gay men soon took advantage of his ego. They feed it and encourage his ego’s growth. First it was his police captain, then partner, finally the Club owners. Officer Bailey was straight but found himself wanting and needing other men's approval. He would do anything to get it. When he performs and has other men enjoy his body, all of his stress faded away. He didn't need to think nor be in control. The Club owners trained him to surrender his alpha personality and closed down his mind. He had became the perfect obedient dumb bodybuilding slave.
Officer Bailey was so horny as the men reached up and groped him. He smiles and shakes his large powerful ass as the men push bills into his tiny poser. The bodybuilding cop approached one of the VIP tables and knelt on the stage before the men at the table. They were smoking their cigars, blowing smoke into his face. He shakes and grinds his hips. One of the older men reached out and peeled down his poser, exposing Bailey’s smooth ass. The man and his friends laughed as he slapped the big ass. The bodybuilding cop let out a deep groan at the touch of the man’s hand on him. The cop slid off the stage and saddled the man. He then took the man’s hands and placed them on his huge pecs. The man squeezed the bodybuilder’s smooth massive pecs as Officer Bailey gave him a lap dance, grinding and rubbing his ass against the man’s legs. The bodybuilding cop felt so sexy and turned on. He knelt between the older man’s legs. Looking up at the man’s smug smiling face, the now obedient cop undid the man’s pants and pulled out his thick cock. The bodybuilding cop turned stripper took the cock into his mouth and began to suck it. He looked up at the man for approval as his head bobbed up and down on the cock. Another man peeled the little red poser off Officer Bailey’s ass and thick legs. The bodybuilding cop pushed his ass out as hands groped and stroked his massive hamstrings and gluteus. He couldn’t think or resist as the poser was pulled off him, leaving him naked. His huge body was completely hairless and tan. The older men grabbed Officer Bailey’s blonde hair and pushed his cock deep into the cop’s tight throat. Bailey didn’t struggle as suddenly the man came down the straight stripping cop’s throat.
The Marine sergeant stood at attention in his commanding officer tent at the US military headquarters in the desert of Afghanistan. The muscular, blonde marine has been in the combat zone of Afghanistan for the past three years. He hated the country. However, he was a marine through and through. He lived to fight, and he had the body to prove it. His green t-shirt hugged his sculptured, hard muscles, and the camie pants did nothing to hide his powerful legs and tight muscular ass. He had an air of cockiness about him. Many had called him the postal boy of the US marines, with his high and tight hair cut, chisel strong jaw line, and macho persona.
“We will be withdrawing from Afghanistan in a few months and Washington wants it as secure as possible when we leave. We have Intel that Mohammad al-asad, a notorious ruthless leader of the Taliban, is hiding in the north-east sector of the country.”
The commanding officer stood up and turned toward the map behind his desk.
“Your orders are to take Al-asad out.”
“Yes, sir. My men will be ready to move tonight,” the muscular sergeant saluted.
After going through the intel, the small marine assault f0rce prepared to pull out.
Under the cover of darkness the marines flow by helicopter, rigged for silent flight. They journeyed from their secure base to the distance hideout in the largely Taliban controlled area. As they traveled through the night sky, the marines double checked their equipment and gear. They each had their own ritual before going into combat. Their sergeant sat with his eyes closed, listening to his men talk and joke while loading their weapons. In just a few months, they would be out of that hell hole, the sergeant thought. A day that was long coming.
As they approached the target, the sergeant and his men pulled their face covering over their mouths and noses and lowered their protective glasses over their eyes. Their identities were protected.
The helicopter quietly landed outside of the sleeping compound and the marines disembarked with their assault weapons ready. The compound seemed oddly quiet as the marines approached the gates. There were a few guards on top of the compound’s wall, but they were easily dispatched by the marines. The sergeant had an uneasy feeling about the situation. It was too easy. He was in combat long enough to sense when sometime wasn’t right. He had an eerie feeling that they were being led into a trap.
Once inside the main building of the compound, the marines split up to cover more rooms in the extensive house. As the sergeant and his number two moved through the structure, they heard what sounded like faint groans and thuds coming from other rooms where the other marine teams headed.
Upon entering an upstairs room, the sergeant turned his back to his fellow marine for just a second to check for any hostile around the corners. When he turned back, he saw his man staring straight ahead with his gun pointed downward.
“What the fuck, get your weapon up man,” the sergeant barked.
The sergeant then saw the short Afghani man in the corner. The sergeant immediately aimed his gun at the man and ordered him to put his hands up. The man just smiled as he held up his hands. It was then that the sergeant heard the man’s voice, telling him to relax and breathe in and out.
The man’s mouth wasn’t moving but the sergeant could hear the voice in his head. He could even make out the Afghan accent in the voice. The sergeant found himself breathing in and out, growing relaxed despite the intense situation. The face covering over the marine’s mouth made it hard to breathe and his head feel lightheaded.
“Lower your weapon, American,” the voice was so calming.
The marine tried to clear his head by blinking several times. However, it was so relaxing to obey the voice, that the sergeant lowered his gun as he was told.
“Good American. Come here,” the man lowered his hands.
The big muscular marine obeyed. His combat booted feet were moving on their own toward the stranger.
“Good. Now take off your pants, sergeant,” the man ordered as he sat back on a regal looking chair at the head of the room.
Without thinking, the marine undid his belt and camie pants and let them fall to his combat boots. The middle eastern was pleased as he took in the marine sergeant’s thick muscular legs. The marine’s legs were shredded with thick cords of muscles and only lightly dusted with fine blonde hair. To the sergeant’s horror his cock was rock hard and poking out of his green Corps issued boxers. The cut cock head was angry red.
“Take off those ugly underwear,” the stranger ordered.
With no resistance, the sergeant pulled down his underwear over his raging hard on and pulled them over his heavy boots.
“Good,” the stranger said evilly as he marveled at the marine’s hard 6 inch cock pointing straight out from the American’s blonde bush. “Come here boy and lay over my lap.”
With his face red in humiliation, the marine found himself walking across the room. From the waist up he was still fully covered by his gear, mask, and helmet. However, he was naked, except for his boots and socks, from the waist down. When the sergeant reached the stranger, he obediently bent over the man’s lap. The Afghani man was amazed how smooth and beautiful the marine’s ass was. The plump ass cheeks felt so flawless as the man stroked the firm muscular gluteus. The stranger was used to the hairy bodies of many of his countrymen. Westerners kept their bodies a lot smoother than the traditionalist men of the east, he mused.
The man lifted his right hand into the air and brought it down hard on to the muscular ass. The sergeant let out a yell and kicked up his legs. Yet he remained bent over the man’s lap. He jumped and kicked his thick legs at each impact. All a while, the marine’s cock was hard and rubbing against the stranger’s leg. The middle eastern man was loving it as he spanked the tough American marine. He might keep this one he mused to himself. The other marines would be sold to support the jihad. This sergeant was too sexy to give up. He hadn’t fully undressed the sergeant but knew from the beautiful lower half the rest of him would be just as beautiful.
One by one the other marines in the sergeant’s company were escorted into the room by the Taliban soldiers. The marines held their muscular arms behind their heads as they were led naked into the room. Their humiliation grew even worse as they saw their commanding officer being bent over some old man’s lap getting spanked like a spoiled brat.
It was a hot, sticky summer night in the city. One of those nights that makes a man horny. Private Eye Mike Donavan arrived home just as the night sky bursted open with thunder, lightning, and a downpour. His white dress shirt was clinging to his massive pecs and huge arms as he entered his little apartment. He peeled off his shirt and threw it on a nearby chair. He then walked over to the window by the fire escape and opened it. The rain did little to cool down the heat. As Mike opened his windows he let the sounds of the city into the tiny apartment. He stepped out on the fire escape and let the rain cascade over his muscular body. He ran a hand over his pecs as he breathed in the smells of the city. He was a retired cop, turned private detective. Retired wasn’t the true word for it, he was not old enough for that. He was an honest cop and that was too unbearable for some in the corrupt department. So he had a choice to retire early or something bad might befall him.
Mike stretched his thick body. He has been working on the new case for several days now, and he had no leads. He was perplexed by the case.
When he got to his office last Monday morning he was met by a sexy blonde broad, with legs that went up forever and large full breasts. She wanted to hire him to find her missing husband, a professional fighter, Duke Andersen. The lady was very classy as she set down in the chair in front of Mike’s desk, and crossed her sexy legs. It took everything Mike had to pay attention to what she was saying, and not to those long legs and those big breasts. She explained that Duke was a successful fighter and usually workout at his gym several times a week. However, after one of his workouts he just disappeared. His workout bag and the clothes he had on, was found in a dumpster several blocks away from the gym.
“I know what the police are thinking, Mr. Donavan,” she pulled out a cigarette.
Mike pulled out a lighter and offered to light the cigarette.
She took a puff from the cigarette, “he isn’t like that, he didn’t run away with another woman and he didn’t get in trouble with the wrong side of the law.”
Mike was sure that Mrs. Andersen believed that her husband was faithful but as Mike took Duke’s picture from her delicate hands, he could tell from the photo that the muscular fighter was popular with the women just from his handsome features.
As the days were by, the case got more odder. Mike learned several other younger, athletic men in the area also went missing. When he inquired with his old partner on the police force, he learned that even a patrolman was missing. The cop wasn’t a small man. He actually was a bodybuilder. So he wasn’t an easy prey for anyone. In fact, every man captured was built and pretty strong looking. Also in each case there were no witnesses, or at least any that came forward.
Mike was tired having followed one dead lead after another all day. The rain slowly stopped and the heat quickly returned. The concert city began to steam once again from the rain on the hot pavement. Mike then climbed back into the apartment from the fire escape. He kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. Letting the pants fall to his feet, he then stepped out of them. His white briefs were tight around his muscular ass as he walked to the bathroom. He works out everyday and it was noticeable. He found that it clears his mind and allows himself to think about the case. As a result his body was muscular and wide, strong tree trunk legs, big pumped biceps and shredded triceps, and huge round pecs. Once he was inside the tiny bathroom, he turned on the shower. He peeled the tight briefs down his thick legs. His ass was big and smooth, two perfect melons. Mike then stepped into the shower. The water was cool as it ran over his chisel body. He leaned against the wall allowing the water to wash over his head and down his wide back, washing away the grime of the city and heat of the day. He finally allowed himself to turn off the water and get out of the shower. The shower had cooled him down for a while, as he walked naked to his bedroom. He opened his bedroom windows to allow the night air into the apartment. Mike then laid on the bed, face down. With merely a lite sheet over his lower half, Mike fell asleep. Despite the heat and heavy sweaty, Mike fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Mike’s cop instincts awake him from a dead sleep. He knew someone was in his bedroom. He slowly and silently reached under his pillow for his gun. He pulled it out from under the pillow. However, as he felt a weight on the bed, moving over him, Mike was unable to move.
“Relax,” the older heavy man started to stroke Mike’s bare ripped back. Mike tried to wield his muscles to move by flexing them but he couldn’t get up. The man smiled as he leaned over Mike and took the gun from Mike’s hand.
“Just relax. That a good boy, just relax and obey,” the older man whispered into Mike’s ear. The stranger started nibbling on Mike’s right earlobe as he eased the sweaty sheets from the muscular plump ass.
Mike couldn’t think or protest as his ass was exposed. He then realized that the man was naked as well. Mike’s mind was screaming but he was still unable to move. He felt the man’s weight over him and the man’s thick cock head pressing against his tight hole.
“Relax, and feel only pleasure,” the man whispered into Mike’s ear.
Mike grunted and moaned as he felt the huge cock penetrating him. The straight former alpha cop was feeling pure pleasure as the man began to thrust in and out of him. Mike found himself pushing his muscular ass backwards and flexing his ass muscles around the cock.
The next morning, Mike Donavan didn’t showed up at his office for his meeting with his client, Mrs. Andersen. The following day, the police department listed the private detective as missing. Another missing younger man that within a month became a cold case to be buried in some dusty archives.
Mike was specifically requested by a regular rich visitor to paradise island to come to Dubai for a personal training session. Mike doesn’t get off the island resort much and was excited to be able to get back to Dubai. It was his favorite city. For days ahead of leaving the island, he worked out extra hard. When he left the island on the resort’s private jet, his pecs were hard and pumped and his abs were chiseled.
Upon arriving on at Dubai, Mike was picked up at the airport by the sheik’s driver.
“Welcome, Mr. Thurston, to Dubai. I hope you had a good flight,” the driver said as he got into the driver seat of the luxury Mercedes limousine.
“It was very good, thank you,” Mike replied as he sit back in the comfortable leather backseat.
“His majesty thought you would want to get a new suit for your stay in Dubai, so he arranged for us to stop at his personal tailors,” the driver said as he pulled out of the airport area and toward the vast modern city.
“Ah, you must be, Mr. Thurston?”, the little middle eastern man crossed the elegant small shop as Mike entered the elite tailor shop.
The tailor’s eyes ran over the tall, muscular male model’s body as Mike shook his hands, “the sheik had requested that a special suit he made for you for your visit here. He had already gave me your measurements.”
His eyes measured up Mike’s impressive body, “you are definitely impressive.”
Mike only smiled, he was use to being viewed as a piece of meat.
“Come,” the tailor led Mike deeper into the shop to a low platform surrounded by mirrors. “Please set up on the platform and take off your clothes.”
Mike was trained to obey as he stepped up on the low platform and began to take off his shirt. The small middle eastern man was in awe as Mike displayed his huge pecs and chiseled 8 pack.
“The sheik was correct when he said you are a Greek god.”
Mike smiled as he folded his shirt and handed it to the tailor. He then kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. They fell around his feet, revealing to the tailor that he wore no underwear. His body was completely smooth from the neck down. A requirement for the muscles slaves like him. Mike impressive cock and balls hung between his massive thighs. The tailor tried to keep his calm as he take his measuring tape and began to take Mike’s measurements. He wrapped the tape around thick muscular thighs, his hands brushing Mike’s cock’s. He then measure from Mike’s feet to his crotch. again the little man brushed his hand against Mike’s cock and was rewarded with his cock switching and growing. Mike couldn’t help himself as his cock grew hard at the man’s touch. The tailor circled Mike and took in the sexy model’s plump sculptured ass. He wrapped his measuring tape around Mike’s huge ass.
“Yes, his majesty was very accurate with your measurements,” the tailor whispered as he went on to measure Mike’s waist, pecs, arms, and neck.
The tailor and Mike was both so aroused by the time the older man was done. Mike’s cock was standing straight out as the little man went off to get the suit he had designed. When he returned he brought a pair of pants and a silk dress shirt. The tailor step back and admired the model while he dressed. The silk shirt hugged Mike’s huge pecs and massive biceps. It felt so good as the silk shirt caressed his body. He then took the pants and stepped into them. He pulled the pants up each smooth muscular leg. The sateen pants fit like a glove over his huge thighs and beautiful sculptured ass.
“Perfect,” the tailor proclaimed.
Mike’s cock was obscenely bulging in the tight pants. The tailor moved closer behind him and began to adjust the seat of the trousers. Between the back seam of the pants and went down between Mike’s full plump ass cheeks, was an concealed back access.
“Works perfectly, just as his majesty requested,” the tailor proclaimed as he opened the hidden entrance and exposed once more Mike’s smooth hole.
The tailor couldn’t resist as he pushed a finger through the access and into Mike’s asshole.
Mike let out a deep moan.
Football stand outs had worked their entire college athletic careers for this one weekend, the Pro football draft. They worked hard to get there, and the stress was so overwhelming or those y0ung men. Behind the scenes leading up to this big weekend there was a lot of negotiations and positioning amount players, teams, and agents. An athletes need a good agent to get him to the right team. This is where I came in. I help my athletes get the best teams at the draft and after. I enjoyed my work.
One of the benefits of my job was the sexy jocks themselves. My current client up for the big night was Kellan, a big muscular defensive lineman from a Big 10 school. Kellan wasn’t your typical overweight lineman. His body was built like a bodybuilder, big and muscular. His long blonde hair hang down to his massive shoulders. I had personal paid for his tailored suit that he wore to walk on stage to shake the hand of the commissioner. It was cut to show off his 6’4 muscle packed fame, especially his large muscular ass. He was overjoyed with his placement at the draft and the team that picked him.
“I owe you everything,” Kallen whispered as he gave me a hug of gratitude after he came off stage.
His huge muscles felt so good as he held me, almost crushing me with his excitement.
“I definitely plan to collect,” I whispered back and gave his ass a slap.
He pulled away and looked nervously.
Later, he was posing for pictures with his family, when his mother told me to join them in one of the pictures. She also told me that they owe me so much and they felt like I am apart of the family. Everyone was all smiles as we posed, with me right beside Kellan. My right hand was behind him grabbing his large ass cheeks. They felt so tight and powerful as the expensive dress pants hugged the plumped ass cheeks. No one could see my hand as I groped the newest pro-football player. He was nervous but also I could tell he was rock hard in his lucky jockstrap under the fitted dress pants. I couldn’t wait to get him alone.
Later that night, I had undressed and was wearing only a posh robe, when Kellan showed up at my hotel suite door just like I told him to. He looked so sexy standing at my door with his suit jacket swan over his massive shoulders. The crisp white shirt hugged his huge pecs. As soon I closed the door behind him, I opened my robe. When his eyes fell on my cock, the masculine football player, who was the macho alpha jock on the field, sunk to his knees. I grabbed his long blond hair and pushed my cock into his sexy mouth. His massive hands grabbing my legs for support as I began to fuck his mouth. He looked so different from the dominating football player that was use to taking down quarterbacks and receivers with brutal ease. Kellan lips were wrapped around my cock while working his tongue over my thick shaft.
I had approached Kellan several months ago, before he even declared his intention to join the draft and still a college athlete. It was technically against the NCAA rules for enrolled college athletes to have an agent, and he wasn’t about to do anything to ruin his college career. He turned me down in my numerous attempts to seduce him into a secretive contract. He only agreed to dinner with me. Kellan was unaware that I had arranged for his food to be drugged by the restaurant’s pretty waiter. That was until he wake up being spooned in my bed, with my 8x6 inch cock up his muscular bubble ass. He was horrified and confused. He was no faggot he kept crying, even though I pointed out that he had came numerous times and was still rock hard despite his denials. He agreed to having me as his agent for his upcoming announcement for entering the nfl draft, as long as I kept our little affair a secret.
That wasn’t the first or last time I fucked that beautiful manly ass and he couldn’t get enough of my big cock up his jockpussy.
I pulled my cock out of his tight throat and pulled the big muscle pack bull up on his feet. I then stripped him down to his favorite lucky jockstrap. Once naked, I pushed him down on the hotel room’s king size bed. He eagerly lifted his legs into the air and revealing his shaved jockpussy, peeking out from under his jockstrap. The draft was so successful on the sexy jock that he needed relief so bad. I threw the powerful legs on to my shoulders and plowed him hard. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as I pounded in and out of him. When he finally came he came hard, filling his jock pouch and milking my cock to come deep inside him.
I was browsing a local department story for new clothes, taking my leisure time. As I was looking through the men selection, I heard an elderly woman speaking in a loud voice, “you got to stop growing those legs, boy, nothing is going to fit you soon. I’m sure not going to let you go around dressing like some male bimbo.”
That definitely peaked my interest and I slowly made my way over to the voice.
“Grandma, I’m eight33n. I don’t need you to pick out my clothes,” a husky yet youthful voice protested.
“Nonsense, if I leave it up to you boys you would be buying only gym clothes and walking around like tramps,” the old woman proclaimed.
I finally caught sight of the older woman and her two obvious grandsons. She was about 70 and was definitely an old fashion, grandmother type. The youngest grandson was about 10 and was laughing at the criticism his brother was getting from their grandmother. It was then my eyes found the oldest boy. He was truly breathtaking. He was wearing a pair of short black shorts that were showing off his massive legs. Although his legs weren’t flexed, I could make out the developed quads definition. Those were legs of a t33n bodybuilder I thought to myself. The thighs were like tree trunks, solid and smooth. The black tank top didn’t hide his flat stomach and proudly showed off and hugged his huge pecs. His shoulders were also broad with cannon ball size delts. On top of the muscular body was a face of an angel with brown eyes and a mop of brown hair.
I was casually pretending to look through the cloth racks, while checking out the pretty muscle boy. Then my eyes caught his deep dark eyes. I gave a sympathetic smile to him for being patient with his old grandmother, however, I didn’t fool the stud. He gave me a cocky smirk as to tell me he knew my deal.
“Here, you take those and try them on in the fitting room, while I take Charlie to the boy’s selection,” the grandmother put several jeans and shirts into the boy’s massive arms. She then took the hand of her youngest grandson and led him across the store to the boy’s selection. Rolling his eyes, the muscle t33n headed toward the dressing rooms. Before entering the narrow hall of dressing rooms, he turned his head toward me and our eyes met once again.
I picked up a pair of pants as an excuse to follow him into the narrow hallway lined with fitting rooms doors. The fitting rooms were all empty and it was easy to find the one he was in. I gently pushed the door open and caught the boy half dressed. He had pulled off his tank top and was stepping out of his shorts when the door opened. He was beautiful. His muscle boy body was thick and smooth as he stood with a deer in the headlight look on his angelic face. He had his thick right leg bent, having just stepped out of his shorts, that now gathered around his left foot. He was wearing only a pair of white briefs. The briefs were stretched over a plump, thick bubble ass. The kid obviously squats a lot, I mused. He just stared at me nervously as I stepped into the tiny dressing room and closed the door behind me.
“What are you doing,” he started to protest as I approached him.
“Ssshh,” I whispered as I gripped his crotch through the briefs.
He tried to step back but the room was too small and there was no escape.
“I’m no faggot,” he whispered in protest. He was afraid to draw attention to his situation.
However, our eyes remained locked as I started to rub and grope his boy cock through the thin cotton briefs. All resistance faded as he let out a lite moan and his cock grew hard in my hand.
“Good boy,” I whispered into his ear as I turned him to face the mirror lined wall. I stood behind him as he watched himself getting m0lested.
I then pushed my hand into the back of his underwear, pushing them down over his beautiful plump ass. He was breathing heavy as I pushed my hand lower between the large smooth ass cheeks. When I found his sweet boypussy and teased it with my fingers, he panicked and tried to pull away.
“Relax,” I whispered into his ear. I was so close that I kissed his sensitive earlobe and started to kiss and nibble down his thick neck.
He let out a deep moan. His body relaxed as I pushed a finger into his tight boypussy. He opened his mouth while lifting himself on up his toes as I stroked his insides. I moved my finger in and out of him, loosening and stretching him. His boy cock was rock hard, leaking and throbbing.
Knowing I don’t have much time before his boy cock explodes or his grandmother comes looking for him, I unzipped my pants with my free hand and pulled out my thick hard cock. His eyes widened in fear and lust as he saw my cock. I gently pushed him forward against the mirrored wall. He braced himself against the mirror, as I gripped his thick hips, aiming my cock at his tight hole. As I pushed my hard cock into his tight boypussy, tears ran down his boyish cheeks. He tried not to moan so not to draw attention to the tiny fitting room. He was so tight that I was in pure heaven. I pushed deeper into him and began to thrust in and out.
“Archie, how are you doing in there,” we heard his grandmother’s voice from outside the fitting rooms area.
Trying to not to moan and sound normal as possible, he replied back, “good, still trying them on.”
My cock ramming his prostate, causing him to bite his lips to keep from yelling out in pleasure
“You need help in there,” the old woman sound closer.
“No! I’m good,” the muscle boy panicked.
My cock was deep inside him as I held him by his huge pecs.
“Ok, I’m going back over and check on Charlie,” we then heard her walking away.
Archie couldn’t hold out anymore. His boy cock exploded onto the mirror wall. Thick white cum ran down the mirror. As he came his muscular ass clamped down on my cock. Being milked by his vice like ass muscles, I quickly followed and came deep inside him. His ass was so sexy and powerful that I came over and over, filling him.
When I finally stopped coming, I pulled out of him. He was still leaning against the mirror wall, drained. I smiled and gave his ass a slap, before pulling up my pants and walking out of the fitting room.
I saw Archie later on my way out of the department store. He was wearing a pair of new jeans and his grandmother was inspecting how the pants fit against his muscular ass. I had to smile. Archie was embarrassed and obviously nervous that his grandmother might suspect that his ass was filled with cum.
The Neighbor-Part 6
Warren couldn’t believe how good it felt as he was fucked for the first time. He grabbed the sheets in his fists and grunted as McMaster began to move in and out of his stretched hole. Each time the older man thrust into him, he pushed deeper and harder. McMaster had one hand on his broad shoulder and another fist full of Warren’s hair. Warren groaned as he watched his friends across from him, getting used by the four men. Each man took turns using each studs’ hole. Warren could see the tears in Ross’s and Arthur’s eyes as their asses and mouths were used and fucked. However, Warren also saw his friends’ hard throbbing cocks. He watched while getting fucked himself, as first Arthur then Ross silently came in a large growing pool of cum on the ottoman under them. He watched their cocks jerk and bounce while leaking aboundate amounts of cum under themselves. He saw the humiliation in their handsome faces fade each time they came, and turned into looks of docile submissiveness. Their will were being fucked out of them, over and over.
All along, Warren's own cock was bouncing in rhythm to McMaster’s plowing and ramming in and out of his man pussy. Warren had fucked hundreds of women in his life and now knew the pleasure they felt. He found himself pushing back for more, m33ting McMaster’s every thrust.
“That’s a good muscle bitch, you are going to make a good muscle whore,” McMaster proclaimed as he continued to ram Warren’s prostate.
“Fffuck,yes, I am your bitch whore,” Warren yelled.
Warren then came over and over. He was literally getting the cum fucked out of him. Yet McMaster continued to ram in and out of him, fully enjoying ruining the straight muscle boy pussy. He pressed against Warren’s wide, warm back and wrapped his arms around the muscular torso to grab Warren’s big pecs. Pushing all the way inside the stud’s bowels, he groaned and finally came deep inside his latest conquest.
Warren enjoys his new life. He spends all of his days working out or laying by the pool naked. He didn’t have a care or thought in his pretty head. According to McMaster, that's how it's supposed to be for beautiful muscle boys, like Warren. Warren quickly learned that McMaster had a very large harem of muscular younger men that he pimp out and even sell to rich and powerful clients. Each muscular stud was completely obedient to his master. They were always horny and ready for sex but as Warren quickly learned, they were unable to cum unless they were being fucked up the ass by another man. There was also a strict hierarchy among the men in the harem, which was based on what position they have to earn their keep and how often they sleep with their master. However, Warren was still competitive and narcissistic and those traits helped him to rise to become one of McMaster’s favorites, sharing his large bed several times a week. Being of the Master’s favorites, Warren supported his upkeep by being pimped out to only the Master’s most highest valued clients. His sexy muscular body and narcissistic attitude made him in high demand.
As for Ross and Arthur, the two friends broke up with their girlfriends and moved into the mansion as well. The three friends were frequent partners in the master’s bed. The three studs often spent their nights pleasuring the master’s cock. The master employed the two muscular studs as go go dancers at one of his nightclubs. Every Night Ross and Arthur would dance on the bars or onstage in nothing but tiny thongs and g-strings. They big, sculptured asses on full display to the hundreds of club patrons. They were openly groped and even fingered by several men every night. It was at the club that an a-list actor, famous for his high action movies and womanizing reputation, saw Arthur. After fucking Arthur in the club’s back room, the actor brought him from the master for hundred thousand dollars. Later, Ross was sold as well, to a billionaire from Dubai. The cocky, tattooed stud lived like an Arabian prince while getting fucked daily.
A year later, Warren was lying by the pool naked. His chisel body was a golden bronze in the hot midday sun. He stretched his exquisite body on the long chaise chair, displaying his shredded, perfectly smooth body. He held out his hand and smiled as he admired the gold and diamond band on his ring figure. McMaster had surprised him a month ago by marrying him. Overnight he had become the billionaire’s partner in bed, and ensured his place above all of the other boys in McMaster’s harem. As he smiled and looked up at the surrounding hills with their huge houses, he began to wonder if Erica or her latest lover was watching through the telescope. Warren had seen Erica’s latest boyfriend running on the side of the curvely road one afternoon, while riding in the back of the limousine. He was a pretty thing, Warren smirked, with a nice tight, compacted body and a round bubble ass. Warren ran his hand down his sweaty, hard body to his enlarged cock. Squeezing some sunscreen on his right palm, Warren started stroking his cock. He closed his eyes, picturing Erica’s boyfriend watching through the telescope. Warren was so horny but he knew he couldn’t cum unless he was getting fucked. Even with his other hand moving down between his spread powerful legs and teasing his own hole, he needs a man’s cock inside him to cum. Warren grit his teeth and hoped that his master would come home soon and fuck him right there by the pool in plain view of anyone that would have been watching.
The neighbor-Part 6
David McMaster led Warren by the younger man’s large strong hand up the grand stair case to the second floor gallery and then into the master bedroom. The room was large with a grand fireplace and a large king size bed. However, the centerpiece was a large round ottoman. Warren couldn’t believe his eyes as he stepped into the bedroom. Chained on their hands and knees, side by side each, but facing opposite directions were Warren’s friends Ross and Arthur. Ross was facing Warren and when the tall muscular stud saw Warren, the dye blonde stud began to struggle and tried to plead for help. However, Arthur and Ross were only able to grunt and make muffled cries. Their mouths were f0rced open by a oral devices, a strap with hooks on each end was strapped around each of their heads with the hooks in there mouth f0rcing their mouths open.
Warren turned in confusion toward McMaster.
“One of my men followed you to the gym the other day and when he reported on your friends, I knew they would be perfect for the party,” McMaster smiled as he stroked Warren’s lower, sculptured back just above his perfect ass shelf.
As on clue, four older men approached Arthur and Ross. As two of the men ran their hands over the bound studs rippled back, the two straight alpha studs tried to struggle. Their sweaty muscles straining and flexing to break free. Their cries were muffled. Ross's blue eyes pleaded with warren for help. Tears were running down his chisel, masculine face. While Warren was facing Ross’s head, he also faced Arthur’s big muscular ass. The powerful hamstrings were defined and flexing as he tried to free himself against the chains. Arthur’s ass was freshly shaved and his hole was wet with lube. Both muscular younger men legs were chained apart so that their holes were f0rced open. One overweight man stepped in front of Ross and rammed his cock into the straight stud’s mouth. Ross was unable to keep his mouth closed or bite down. As the man rammed in and out of Ross’s mouth, he reached over and pushed a finger roughly into Arthur’s hole. The older man’s partner moved across from him and rammed his cock into Arthur’s mouth while fingering Ross’s shaved hole.
Warren could only stand there as he watched his friends got used. He was overcame with guilt. Did he led McMaster to them, was he really responsible for them getting captured and r*ped before him. Yet despite how guilty he felt, he was unable to move. His cock was also rock hard. He watched the two other older men joining the first two and the four men were r*ping his friends mouths and asses side by side. As Warren stood watching, McMaster ran his hand over Warren’s tight bubble ass. Warren could see the humiliation in his friends’ masculine faces, however, beneath them, hanging between their muscular thick thighs were their hard, throbbing cocks. They were both average in size, but they were hard and oozing. Was his straight friends drugged, or was their sexy muscular bodies enjoying being used, Warren thought as he watched in disbelief.
Warren didn’t move as his tiny white speedo was peeled down over his round firm ass and over his hard thick cock. Warren’s cock popped free and slapped against his 8 pack. His eyes never left his two friends as the speedo was peeled down his thighs and legs. Once freed from his speedo, he obediently followed his master over to the bed. His eyes never leaving his friends as he climbed onto the large bed and obedient took the proper position. It was as if he automatically knew what McMaster demands of him. His chest was flat in the bed and his muscular arms outstretched, gripping the sheets, while his magnificent ass high in the air. He continued to watch Ross and Arthur getting fucked side by side, while McMaster undressed behind Warren. Once McMaster freed his large cock, he aimed it as Warren’s tight virgin hole. He then gripped the younger man’s powerful hips and pushed in.
THE NEIGHBOR- Part 6
“There you are, Warren,”
Warren bumped right into the shorter, older man. David McMaster was not imposing in appearance. An average looking man, with silvery grey hair, he stood about 5”10 to Warren’s 6’2. While most of the guests were dress casually or not at all, McMaster wore an obviously expensive grey suit. It was the aire about him that was more imposing then his appearance or physique. When Warren bumped into him, McMaster took Warren’s right hand into his in a firm handshake and placed his other hand on the taller, younger man’s muscular shoulder. Warren felt so close to the man that he felt small.
“I’m just was heading back home,” Warren was confused and despite his macho exterior, scared.
“Nonsense, you just got here, boy,” McMasters slapped his large left delt.
“Really, I think I better go,” Warren tried to protest, but McMasters paid no attention. The older man stopped a passing waiter and took two champagne glasses from the tray. He smiled at Warren as he caught him looking at the waiter’s sculptured buttocks framed by the black uniform jock. Even straight Warren had to admit that the waiter had a great ass. Warren turned red when he noticed that McMaster had caught him, and took a slip of the champagne.
McMaster guided Warren toward the end of the terraces with a firm grip on his muscular bicep. From the terraces,Warren could clearly see Erica’s house, with it’s entire wall of windows looking down upon them.
“I’m glad you came,” McMaster gently stroked Warren’s massive tan bicep.
Warren would normally pulled away from such a bold advancement but the touch of the older man felt relaxing, and good, like a touch of a father figure.
“Thank you for inviting me,” Warren took another slip from the champagne. “I’m not quite sure how you knew who I am.”
McMaster smiled, “I noticed you watching me and some of my guests the last couple of weeks.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not some . ..” Warren turned red and stopped himself.
“A pervert,” McMasters finished his sentence with a laugh. “It quite alright. After seeing you, I made some inquiries about that beautiful younger man that was living in Erica’s mansion.”
Warren had his head down, like a shy school boy, “you know Erica?”
“It a small neighborhood,” McMaster smiled.
Warren attention was briefly pulled away from McMaster when he noticed the motorcycle cop being led inside the house by two older men. The muscular police officer was naked except for his helmet, gun belt and boots. His hands were cuffed in his own handcuffs as he was led into the mansion. The police officer’s impressively hung cock was standing straight ahead and oozing precum on to the stone terrace. The cop’s legs were thick and powerful with a magnificent large ass which men greedy groped as he passed. Despite being handcuffed and groped, the police officer was docile and even looked blissful as he was being led into the house.
Warren grew nervous again, he downed the rest of the champagne, “I better go.”
“Nonsense,” McMaster put his hand on the back of Warren’s neck and gently rubbed it, “just relaxed. That it, breathe in and out.”
Warren found himself closing his eyes as his nerves calmed and he slowly began to breathe in and out as he was told.
Still rubbing the thick muscular neck with one hand, McMaster began to unbutton Warren’s shirt with the other, “you are way over dressed. You always love showing off your body, I can tell.”
“Yes,” Warren hummed as he felt so relaxed.
The older man ran his hand down Warren’s smooth, wide pecs as he open each button. The evening breeze felt good on Warren’s nipples as the shirt was spread open. McMaster leaned in and gently kissed Warren’s thick, muscular neck, causing the straight stud to moan. Warren felt his will melting as McMaster kissed down his neck and broad shoulders while peeling the shirt down his massive arms. He opened his eyes when he felt McMaster pulling away from kissing his neck. He then watched the man run his hands down his chisel abs, tracing the defined cobblestones. Warren swallowed as McMaster reached his shorts and unbuttoned them. McMaster opened the shorts and began to peel them down over Warren’s muscular hips and long powerful legs. When the shorts reached his ankles, Warren obediently stepped out of them.
“Now that’s better, isn’t it,” McMaster smiled as he stood up and took two more champagne glasses from another half naked waiter.
Warren’s cock was clearly visible through the white speedo. His impressive staff looked like a tub as it pointed toward his left leg. He then noticed the small group on onlookers watching them, and whispering among themselves. Warren took a large gulp of the champagne. As he lifted the glass to his mouth, he felt McMasters hand brushing the outline of his cock. A bit of Warren’s old cockiness returned as he looked down and gave a smirk at the man’s hand. The champagne and the sexual tension was making him feel warm.
As Warren grew more and more relaxed, McMaster and him made small talk as the older man showed him around the huge house, introducing him to various important men. As they walked, McMaster had a hand on Warren’s lower back, gently stroking it. Warren’s were keenly aware of the looks the other guests were giving them. It was a mixture of envy and respect. In an odd way, Warren felt pound and cocky that he was being paraded around as Mr. McMaster latest boy toy. Warren noticed that the men that were groping and m0lesting every other hard body stud at the party, but were reserved around him. He also noticed the men looking at McMaster for permission before touching Warren’s sculptured body. If the men were important or acceptable enough, McMaster would give a nod of approval for the men to touch Warren. They were respectful, avoiding Warren’s still hard cock and perfectly shaped ass. Warren found himself growing comfortable and loving the attention. He flexed his huge pecs, making them bounced and dance for the men as they felt them up. Warren always been a narcissist and McMaster now used it against him. He was enjoying the admiration even if it was from other men.
They stopped for a bit and took another champagne from a short blond waiter. Warren couldn’t help from noticing the dried cum on the waiter’s boyish face and as the waiter turned a trail of cum ran down the boy’s muscular legs. Warren knew that the boy, probably barely ninet33n, had been repleted fucked only minutes ago.
Warren took a slip the champagne, “ what do you do? What kind of business you do to afford all of this? I noticed those men were almost scared of you.”
McMasters laughed, “ I won’t say they were afraid.” He paused, “ I would say respectful.”
“Warren, I’m a collector and a dealer,” McMaster then laughed when he saw Warren’s expression.
“Not drugs, but things of beauty. Beautiful things that are unattainable for many of those men even with their vast wealth. I deal in men like yourself, Rob Terry, the construction worker, the police officer.”
McMasters touched Warren’s chest and worked his fingers down the chisel torso, “Men like you are unattainable. Straight Alpha males. I make you attainable.”
Warren was confused, but at the same time so horny. McMaster’s touch was feeling so good against his body. His cock wanted to explore.
Then McMasters took his hand, “I have a surprise for you.”
Warren was sexually frustrated but obediently followed the older man.
THE NEIGHBOR-part 5
Warren awake to the sound of his cellphone ringing. Covering his eyes to block out the morning sun through the wall of windows, Warren reached for his phone to see who was calling. He didn’t recognize the number. He usually doesn’t answers number he wasn’t familiar with, yet this time he decided to answer it.
“Hello,” he answered the phone sleepinessly.
“Warren Clark,” voice on the other end of the line sounded older and sophisticated.
“Yes, this him,” something about the man’s voice caused Warren’s cock to stir under the silk sheets.
“This is David McMasters. Your neighbor”
Warren jolted up in bed. How did he got my number, Warren’s mind raced.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Warren could hear the man smiling as he asked on the other end of the line.
“No, uh no, I was awake,” Warren sit up in the bed. The sheets falling to his naked waist as he sit up right, exposing his chisel torso.
“I hope you don’t mind me calling,” McMasters’ voice was even and calming.
“No, not at all, sir. I’m just surprised you have my number.”
There was a light laugh on the other end of the line, “getting a number of someone I want to be acquainted with isn’t difficult for a man of my mean.”
Warren’s cock was rock hard now.
“The reason I am calling is to make sure you are coming to my party this evening.”
“I’m sorry, sir. But I have to move this weekend. I have broken up with my girlfriend and she want me out,” Warren reached under the sheets and gripped his cock.
“That is a shame. However, I insist that you come,” McMasters voice was firm, making Warren’s cock throb. “I won’t take no for an answer. I will send my driver to pick you up at 7 shape this evening.”
“I really shouldn’t,” Warren tried to protest.
“Nonsense. Don’t fail me, Warren,” the voice was commanding.
“Yes, sir,” the once cocky, alpha stud meekly replied.
“Good, boy. Now go and shower, and make sure you are nice and smooth,” McMasters then ended the call.
The last command should had disgusted and creep the old Warren out, however, instead Warren got out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom. His hard, throbbing cock was pointing the way. In the shower he began to soap up his hard, muscular body. As he washed his large defined pecs and chisel abs he relived McMasters’s voice. He closed his eyes as he moved one hand down this sculptured stomach to his raging hard cock. He gripped it with his soapy fist while twisting his pert, large right nipple with the other hand. The water was cascading over his muscular body as he pumped his cock. He replayed the voice over and over in his head while pumping his cock faster and harder. His powerful legs began to buckle and he was f0rced to move the hand that was playing with his nipples, to the glass shower wall, to support himself. Warren came in buckets over and over, spraying the glass with his thick cum. After he came, he picked up his razor and began to shave off all of his body hair from the neck down as he was commanded. He was naturally smooth and as a inspiring bodybuilder he kept his body smooth for the most part, except for his forearms, underarms, and a small area just above his cock. However, now he shaved everything as he was instructed. He felt so clean and refreshed after he was finished. It felt good to had done what he was told.
For the rest of the day, Warren was nervous as a school girl on her first date. He wanted to look just right. He drove into the city to get his haircut, workout, and tan. He found himself wanting to look perfect. Never in his life was he that concerned what any woman, especially any man, think about him. It usually his body that was enough to impress anyone. Back at the house, he went through several outfits. He knew it was a pool party, but also he figure there would be several high rollers there. He finally decided upon a small white speedo, a pair of tight fitting white denim shorts to show off his smooth muscular legs, and a slim short sleeve green button up shirt that hugged his massive biceps.
At 7 o’clock, McMasters’s driver was at the door to pick him up. The driver was impressively built as he got out of the drivers side of the Mercedes phantom limousine and circled around the car to open the back passenger door for Warren. The driver wore a crisp white button up shirt that hugged his massive pecs and arms. Warren couldn’t help, as he walked toward the car, to look at the driver’s huge thick thighs and round ass in the tight fitted black dress pants. Mr McMasters definitely like to surround himself with muscular men, Warren thought to himself as he got into the lavish back seat of the limousine. He never been in a car that luxurious and expensive in his life. He was amazed with all the amenities that the car offered.
“Mr. McMaster, had ordered the bar to be stocked and said to help yourself to a drink,” the driver said through the divider.
Warren tried to start a conversation with the driver, but the driver pushed a button and the glass divider closed. Warren reached into the small bar and poured himself a scotch. He gulp down the drink and poured himself another.
The drive was short before they drove through the open palatine gates, and on up to the massive stone mansion. There were a line of cars dropping off the guests in front of the column lined front entrance of the house. There were BMW’s, Jaguar’s, Porsche’s, limousines, and every expensive sport and luxury car one could name. However, the drivers of the other cars seemed to made way for the host’s car and they quickly pulled up to the grand formal entrance. A shirtless valet hurried and opened the door for Warren.
Warren walked up the stairs and entered the mansion. He was amazed by the size of the mansion with it marble inner and elegant decor. It was twice the size of Erica’s house. While Erica’s house was modern, the McMaster’s house was a palace of old money, grand and magnificent. He walked through the vast rooms, following the other guests, and out on to the vast terraces. There were about a hundred guests, all men, mingling among each other. Most were older men, who were obviously rich and powerful. The younger men were in various stages of nudely. They were all built and smooth. The younger men were ranging from muscular twink built to massive bodybuilder’s. Their hard bodies were fully exposed to the older rich men. Waiters and servers were moving about the crowd with trays of champagne and food. They wore only black jockstraps, blow tie collars around their necks, and white cuffs around their wrists. As the waiters served the guests, several older guests were openly groping their firm bare asses.
By the pool, Warren spotted the four marines in only camouflage speedos. Each marine had an older man behind them, massaging and rubbing their muscular bodies. The tough, rugged marines had looks of bliss on their handsome faces as each leaned back against their worshippers.
Warren turned away in embarrassment. His eyes however widen as he spotted a famous pro wrestler. He and his friends were fans of Rob Terry and looked up to the giant wrestler. The blonde Mohawk haired wrestler had a body of a god and was the idea alpha male. However, there he was in the corner of the terrace with a huge, smooth leg draped over a man on each side of him. The men were sucking on each of Terry’s large pecs. Terry’ s United Kingdom’s Union Jack flag wrestling briefs were bulging obscenely by his huge hard cock. As the men were biting and nibbling on his nipples, they were pushing and pulling at the spandex briefs right where his hole laid hidden. Warren watched in shocked and amazement as the briefs began to rip, giving the men access to Terry’s asshole. The men then pushed their fingers through the ripped material and each man penetrated a finger into Terry’s tight man pussy. Terrry throw his head back and moaned. One of the men then grabbed his long Mohawk haircut from behind and pulled the massive wrestler into a deep kiss. Warren couldn’t believe that a man who made a career in the ring by dominating other muscular men was letting himself be dominated by those smaller and older men.
Warren turned his head again, and spotted the construction worker from the day before. The muscle bound stud, was struck naked except for his hard hat, and was on his hands and knees between two overweight, middle age men. The men were fucking the construction workers from both ends. Warren could hear the muscular stud’s muffled grunts and moans as he was pit roasted.
“I just love those blue collar types. They are such good fucks,” one man shouted to his friend as he thrust all the way into the construction worker’s mouth.
All along, the construction worker’s thick, long cock was rock hard and leaking on the terraces floor as he was used by the two men.
The scenes before Warren was too much for him. His cock was painfully hard in his shorts and speedo and he was red with embarrassment. He needed to get out of there. He turned to leave and bumped into David McMaster.
Neighbor part 4
After their workout, Arthur, Ross and Warren went out to eat. They were all having a good time, laughing. Warren felt like his old self as he flirted with the waitress. He even got the blonde’s number after he flexed his big biceps.
Finally though, he had no choice but head back to the house. He was dreading it. Ross had offered his couch for Warren to crush on. He took him upon it but had to run back to get some clothes. As Warren drove up the hills he was held up by road construction. As he set in his car in traffic, he couldn’t help but noticed a muscle bound construction worker. The light skin black road worker was shirtless as he got down from the road paving machine and walked along the side of the road. The guy was built like a brick house, with shredded huge muscles. Warren couldn’t help but admire the stud with his chisel 8 pack and 22 inch biceps. His jeans were like molded over the massive thighs and round muscular ass. Warren began to wonder where the stud workout at as he slowly pass him. The road worker eyes met Warren’s and gave a knowing smile to the fellow bodybuilder. Warren turned red in embarrassment as he continued on to the house.
When Warren got to the house, he was heading toward the bedroom when he had to by pass the telescope. He tried to ignore the urge to look out of the telescope. From the windows he could tell the buzz of activities on the terraces getting ready for the party tomorrow. There were large outdoor tents being set up. His eyes scanned the large house and the balcony. There was no sign of the older man but he could sense the man. Warren pulled himself away and headed toward the bedroom. He was about to pack his clothes when he saw Erica’s vibrator and a tub of lube laying on the bed. He stopped in his tracks. Warren knew he had put it back in the drawer when he found it earlier. He was freaked out, someone been in the house. Warren turned and walked toward the wall of windows. He could make out the older man standing on the master bedroom balcony with his binoculars.
Warren suddenly had the desire to strip. Standing by the windows he pulled his loose stringer over his head and throw it on the white carpet floor. He continued to stare out of the windows as he kicked off his shoes and hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his workout tights. He peeled the tights down his muscular, defined legs. His cock was hard, bulging his jockstrap. As if he was being controlled, he turned and walked toward the bed. His smooth, flawless ass was tight and beautiful as he walked toward the bed. He could feel the man’s eyes on him through the binoculars. When he reached the bed, he bent over and peeled the jockstrap down over his hard on and round bubble ass, easing them down his long muscular legs. Once he was naked, he then laid on the bed with his knees up. Staring at the windows, he reached for the lube and squeezed a glop on his fingers and reached between his legs. He closed his eyes and lubed his hole. He stroked the sensitive hole and pushed a finger into his tight man pussy. Warren’s cock was throbbing. He then reached for the vibrator. Putting some lube on to tip of the vibrator, he eased it into himself. He ached his back and moaned. He pushed it deeper into himself. He felt pain but his cock was still hard, throbbing and leaking. When he got it as fall as he could, he press the on button at the end of the vibrator. He thrusted his hips up into the air as he screamed in pleasure. His voice was deep and still masculine as he yelled. He gripped his cock and jack off feverishly. Warren flexed his ass and fucked into the air as the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through him. His abs were tight and flexing. Sweat was pouring down his bulging chisel pecs. Finally he couldn’t take anymore. Lifting off the bed, he shot his load high into the air. The cum landed over his smooth pecs and face. He had gave the old man quite a show. He pulled the vibrator out of his ruined hole and walked toward the bathroom. Later he called, Ross and told him he staying at the house for a couple more days.
Neighbor part three
Warren recovered from his post orgasm and willed himself up. He then preceded to look for a fresh jockstrap and workout tights. As he pulled out a drawer, he came across his girlfriend’s vibrator. He couldn’t resist from picking it up and rubbing it between his hands. He stared at it, running his hands over the length of the tube shape object.
“What am I doing,” he dropped the vibrator back into the drawer and slammed it closed.
Finally he dressed for working out and left for the gym.
“About time, you got here,” Ross yelled when he saw Warren entering the gym, carrying his gym bag.
“Sorry, got held up,” Warren said as he gave Ross a bro hug.
“Man, you look like shit,” Ross was concerned about his friend. “Paradise in the hills not working out?”
Warren gave Arthur a fit bump, and turned back to Ross, “you can say that. Do you know if my old place is still available?”
“It over already? I can check and see,” Ross was concerned about his friend, but as usual always have a way make his friends laugh.
“Yeah, the bitch want me gone in a week. I need a place to crush,” Warren half-heartedly laughed.
“Well, you can crush onthe couch at my place,” Ross offered.
“Mine too, I’m sure Kelly wouldn’t mind,” Arthur chipped in, but referred to his live in girlfriend.
“Thanks guys,” Warren replied before they started working out.
They were all three dressed for leg day, skin tight workout leggings that proudly displayed their long legs and muscular asses. Ross and Arthur were the two most masculine guys that Warren knew. However, Warren found himself staring at their bodies as they worked out. Each time they were up to the squat rack, Warren couldn’t keep his eyes from their large asses. As they squat their meaty asses would stretched the thin material of their workout tights. He could tell Arthur wear briefs under the tights, as his brief times were obvious. Ross, however, wore nothing under his tights. As he squat low to the ground, Warren could make out his friend’s hole between his spread legs. Both Ross and Arthur’s shirts, or the lack of shirts, where oversized stringers that showed off their massive pecs and large round nipples. Arthur’s pecs were smooth and flawless skin, while Ross’s pecs were smooth but tattooed. Their bodies were ripped as they both stood over 6ft. Several times, Warren had to shake his head, trying to pull his attention away from his friends sexy bodies.
“Wow, dude, Erica must not be putting out. You better take care of that,” Ross teased Warren about the obvious bulge in Warren’s tights.
Arthur and Ross had no idea that they were the reason for their straight friend hard on. Warren was glad he had a jockstrap on or the bulge would be more obscene. He had to excused himself several times to relieve himself.
Ross was the clown of the trio with his blonde dyed hair and outgoing personality. In fact both Arthur and Ross were outspoken alpha males. They both had him laughing, and returning him to his old self as a fellow alpha male. Warren missed them so much.
THE NEIGHBOR PART 2
Soon after cumming, Warren passed out on the living room floor. The next morning he awake, well past noon, naked in bed. On the night stand was a letter from Erica, “I’m off to Europe for a week. I want your ass out of my house by the time I get home.” Warren crumbled up the letter in his fist and throw it across the room.
“Bitch,” he murmured before putting his hands under the expensive silk sheets and rubbed down his chisel eight pack to his hard morning hardon. He gripped his meat in the silk sheet and began to jack off. He loved the feel of the sheets against his hard throbbing cock as he pumped it. He closed his eyes and relived events of the night before.
Warren had watched the older neighbor fuck both hot muscular marines up the ass until both younger, butch men came on the terraces. It was obvious to Warren that the older man had shot a load in each Marines ass. After Warren came, from watching the Marines get used, he was surprised to learn it wasn’t over. From the huge mansion emerged two more marines, in their camouflage combat uniform. They were just as built and masculine as the first two. It didn’t seem a big surprised though that their fellow Marines were naked and bent over on all fours, cum oozing from their grappling holes. In fact, the two additional marines were accompanied by two men the age of the mansion’s owner. The two men were dress in casual expensive clothes that looked like they were headed to the golf course. Warren watched as the men talked to the naked older man. They were laughing and talking. Warren remember focusing the telescope on the two new marines, and was surprised to see the older men had their hands on the marines’ uniformed asses. Neither marine moved nor protest as they stood at attention, while getting groped and m0lested. Warren remembered the blank looks on their rugged faces while he jacked off faster and harder. He relived them getting undress, stripping out of their uniforms, joining the first two marines, naked in only their heavy combat boots and dog tag. Warren arched his back, lifting his muscular ass off the bed as he shot his load on to the expensive sheets.
He finally willed himself out of the comfortable bed, and walked naked into the livingroom, with his impressive cock was swinging between his long muscular thighs. When he saw the telescope his cock came to life. With his cock head pointing the way, Warren head over and peeked through the telescope. The terraces was empty and he was about to turn away when he saw the four marines leaving the house. They were all four in their uniforms, appearing to be laughing and joking as they crossed the terraces toward their car in front of the house. They looked so masculine and tough. If he hadn’t saw it himself, he would never imagine them allowing anyone to use them in the matter they were used the previous night.
Warren couldn’t believe he was being turned into some kind of sick gay pervert. He needed to workout, clear his mind. He decided to go for a run. He put on a jockstrap, a pair of short running shorts and sneakers and left the house.
It felt so good as he started to run along the curved roads in the hills. His mind became clear as his muscular legs pumped out the run. He breathed in and out, long controlled breaths. Sweat was pouring over his hard sculptured body. When he heard a motorcycle roaring up the road, Warren moved over to the side of the road. It was a motorcycle cop. Warren’s mind went insistently to the cop on the first night he looked through the telescope. The cop slowed, looked at him, through the mirror sunglasses, and nodded. The cop wore a trimmed beard that Warren didn’t remember seeing the first time. However, from the thickness of the cop’s thighs and the bulging arm, with arm band tattoos, Warren knew it was the same cop. Once passed Warren, the police officer sped up again, heading down the hill.
Warren continued to run but the images he witnessed the last few days returned to fill his mind. His cock stiffened in his jockstrap and began to bounce as he ran. Before he knew it, he was passing a large close gate to a private drive. He knew instinctively that this was the house he been spying on. The upper floor of the luxury, classical mansion rose over the trees in the distance. The massive gate of bronze, iron, and steel looked like it belongs in front of a palace of royalty. As Warren passed, he slowed his run and had an eerily feeling that he was being watched.
When he returned to his Erica’s house, he found a hand written invitation on the door step. His name appeared in elegant large letters. He opened the invitation and found he was invited to a party Friday night. Then he noticed the party address. It was none other then the mansion he was spying on. Warren was both creeped out and aroused that the older man knew his name and that he was staying there, and actually was inviting him to his house. Warren practically jumped when his cellphone rang. When he pulled out his phone, He was relieved when it was his buddy Ross.
“Hey, what up,” Warren answered.
“Dude, you got a rich babe so you staying away from us poor gymrat’s,” Ross laughed over the phone.
“No man, just been busy,” Warren suddenly felt guilty.
“No problem bud, just giving you a hard time. Arthur and I are heading to the gym for leg day. You want to join us.”
Warren had walked across the living room as Ross talked on the phone.
“Yeah, I think I do need to get out of here for a while,” Warren replied over the phone as he looked out of the wall of windows.
Standing on the balcony of the mega mansion was the older man, and from the distance it appeared he was holding binoculars up to his face. The man was looking straight at the Warren.
“Cool, can you be down here in thirty,” Ross asked over the line.
“Uh, yeah, sure, see you then,” Warren hung up the phone.
Staring back across the distance, Warren felt compelled to pull down his running shorts. His cock was hard and straining against the jock pouch as he stared back at the man. Warren then slowly turned, giving the older man a view, through the binoculars, of the profile of his muscular tight ass. It was like a shelf, poking from under the jockstrap. Perfectly sculptured and placed high and tight. He felt the older man’s eyes on him as he walked across the living room and into the master bedroom to change. Warren felt so turned on, knowing he was being watched, as he slide the jockstrap down his muscular sculptured legs, and spreading his tight ass cheeks as he lifted each leg to take them off. His cock was standing straight ahead, throbbing and leaking. Warren was a natural narcissist and he found himself lavishing in the attention, even if it was from another man. Instead of getting ready to go to the gym, Warren found himself laying on the bed, facing the wall windows. He lifted his thick legs and began to jack off his cock, between them. It was like he was on pilot or not in control of himself at all. As he jack off with one hand, he reach down to his exposed hole and began to finger himself. He never even considered having anything in his ass before, especially his own finger. However, it suddenly felt so right and good. He jacked off faster as he moved a finger in and out of his hole. He began to moan in pleasure. Warren could feel the stranger still watching him through the binoculars and it was driving him wild. Warren wanted to put on a show for him, to aroused the stranger. He was thrusting his hips into the air as he pushed a finger then two fingers into his virgin hole. He continued to jack off faster as his body was experiencing new delights. Then, he closed his eyes, aching his back into the air and shot wave after wave. Cum landed on the white fur carpet in front of the bed and drops even sailed through the air, hitting the glass wall.
The Neighbor
Warren couldn’t believe his luck, he was dating a trust fund babe with a huge mansion in the hills. With in two months of starting dating, Warren moved into her house. He fucking loved the place. It was large, with a great view of the city, an infinite pool and hot tub. One entire side of the house was glass and offered an spectacular view of the city below them, and the various mansions of the super rich. Erica, his girlfriend, was always at some event or another or out shopping, leaving the muscular stud at the home alone. Warren loved walking around the large house in just his shorts or even underwear. He was making himself very comfortable at home. His favorite pasttime was looking out of the telescope that was setup in the living room. Warren loved looking out and spying on the super rich neighbors, seeing how the other half lived.
Warren had a spectacular view of one house in particular, it was absolutely the largest house he ever saw. From his advantage point he had an unobstructed view of the massive marble terraces, huge pool, and what appears to be the balcony off the master bedroom suite. The owner appeared to be an older man in his fifty. The man was average in every way, except for his money.
One day, Warren was chilling in the crystal clear pool, when Erica poked her head outside and announced that she was going shopping and having dinner with her friends.
“I be home late,” she called out as she headed out.
“Have fun,” he called out and continued to lay on the floating lounge chair.
After a few minutes, he decided to get a bite to eat. He got out of the pool and walked inside. He picked up a towel and dried himself off while walking. He was proud of his body. He was lean and muscular and kept his body smooth. Erica loves his chisel abs, he mused as he patted the soft towel over his mid section. His shorts were short, and proudly showed off his thick, powerful legs. As he crossed the living room toward the kitchen, something grabbed his attention. He peeked through the telescope and aimed it toward the massive mansion.
A motorcycle police officer came out of the mansion on to the vast terrace, followed by the house owner. Warren adjusted the telescope to get a better view. He could tell the cop was built. The short sleeves of the uniform shirt were stretched over massive biceps the size of a man’s head. The uniform was also tight over the cop’s muscular legs. The cop was definitely impressive in the fitted uniform and high, shiny leather boots, even to straight Warren. He wonder why the cop was there, when suddenly he saw the older man reached out and put a hand on the cop’s muscular backside. Warren couldn’t believe his eyes. The old man was obviously rubbing and squeezing the cop’s bubble ass and the cop just stood there. The man was saying something to the muscle bound police officer but Warren was too far away to make out what he was saying.
The police officer began to move as the older man pulled his hand away. The police officer turned to face the man and to Warren’s surprise, knelt down before the older man.
“Oh, fuck,” Warren proclaimed to himself as he watched the older man pull out his cock and then pulled the cop’s head toward his crotch,
Warren couldn’t believe he what he was seeing as the butch looking cop took the cock into his mouth and began to suck on it. The old man was fucking the cop’s mouth as the muscular police officer’s head was bobbing on and off his cock.
“That fucked up,” Warren felt disgusted and turned away from the telescope.
The next day, around the same time, Warren was again passing through the living room and decided to take a look through the telescope. This time he saw the rich man working with his personal trainer. The fitness trainer was tall and muscular, with a dark mane of hair. He was putting the older man through the standard workouts that trainers used for their clients. However, half way through the session, Warren watched the older man started stroking the younger man’s bare arms. Before Warren knew it, the dark hair personal trainer was naked, laying on his back on the concrete terraces with his thick muscular legs wrapped around the old man. The mansion owner was fucking the fit stud hard and deep. Again Warren felt disgusted but this time he continued to look through the telescope. He reached down into his shorts and started to rub himself. He was rock hard. He was so fucking horny. When Warren pulled himself away from the telescope, he track down his girlfriend out by the pool and fucked her. As he plowed her, he closed his eyes and saw the older man fucking the muscle bound fitness trainer. Warren mounded loud as he came inside Erica. It was the most intense orgasm he had in months.
The next day, Warren found himself waiting by the telescope for more action. Every fift33n or 30 minutes he would check to see if anything was going on. He kept telling himself he wasn’t some kind of gay pervert. He scanned the telescope over the back terraces and found nothing. Finally he moved the telescope and zoomed in on the windows of the bedroom. Around 6 o’clock, he zoomed in and saw a pretty blonde surfer type standing by the window of the master bedroom. The boy was shirtless in only a pair of low riding board shorts. The surfer was smooth and flawless as he stood in profile of the window. Warren reached down and rubbed his crotch as he watched the older man come up to the surfer. The boy didn’t move as the man reached behind his head and grabbed the surfer’s unruly mess of blonde curls. Warren was so horny as he watched the man pull the chisel, lean surfer into a kiss. The man’s other hand moved down the boy’s smooth back and eased the shorts down over the graceful curve of the boy’s ass.
“What are you doing,”Erica surprised him.
“Nothing,” Warren quickly pulled his hand out of his shorts.
He was so turned on that he took his girlfriend right there. After he fucked Erica, he fell to sleep. It was then that he dreamed. He dreamed that he was lying by the pool when the older man came to him and poured oil over his hard muscular body. Warren moaned in his sleep as the man rubbed the oil into his hard muscular back and down to his well defined ass. Warren awake in sweat. He looked down at his hard, raging cock and found that he had literally came in his sleep.
The next day, after his girlfriend announced she was going out for lunch and shopping again, Warren made a beeline to the telescope. He once again peered into the telescope and found the older man this time with two muscular military men. The muscle bound soldiers were tight green tank tops that cling to their tattooed oversized pecs, and short silkies shorts that displayed their massive thighs. He could tell from their tattoos on their massive pecs and thighs that they were Marines. The two butch marines knelt down on each side of the older man and obediently began to worship him. Warren was so horny and enchanted again by what he saw. The old man had his hands on each younger marine’s high and tight cut heads and was guiding each masculine stud up and down on his cock. As Warren zoomed in on each muscular military men and the older man, and then slowly screened up to the man’s face. Warren stepped back from the telescope. It was as if the older man was staring straight at him from the great distance. He looked back into the telescope. Once again he met the man’s eyes. It was as if the older man stared straight into his soul.
Warren step back and and found himself undoing his shorts, pulling out his hard cut cock. He was so horny. As he stared back into the telescope he began to jack off his cock. Knew, some way the older man was watching him even from that distance. But it only caused Warren to jack off more. His muscular arm pumping harder and faster. He watched the two burly marines taking turns sucking on the man’s cock. When one couldn’t take anymore after ch0king and gagging to the point he couldn’t breath, the old man pulled the marine’s head off his cock and pushed the other marine to take over. The man’s cock was the biggest Warren ever saw. It was thick and long. The marines eventually stood up and, with their wide backs toward the old man and Warren, they pulled down their shorts. Their large asses were both pale white and flawless. The old man then got up and move behind them as they bent forward. They leaned over, side by side, their meaty asses facing the man. Warren watched as the man pushed a finger of each hand into each Marines bubble ass. After loosing both muscle bound Marine, the old man pushed his cock Into the ass if the Marine on the left. While fucking one, he continued to finger the other one. After five to ten deep thrusts, the old man pulled out of one marine and rammed into the other’s ass. He was routining back and forth, fucking both marines. From Warren’s advantage point, he could tell both tough military studs were in pure ecstasy. Warren needed the cock so bad. He found himself wanting to serve it. He then doubled over, clutching his chisel 8 pack, his legs flex as he lifting up on his toes, as he pumped his cock harder and harder. He then let out a loud piercing moan as shot load after load on to the floor.
To be continued?
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Craig was desperate. He was out of work and had a family to support, a wife and two sons. He was making good money in construction but during the market slump he was laid off. So he turned to what he like to do the most, sex. He sit up a website and began to post videos of him jacking off and having sex with his wife. He even posted a video of him getting a blow job from another man. He knew he was sexy looking, with his solid, ripped blue collar body, women love him. However, he soon realizes that most of his fans were men. It didn’t bother him, their money were just as good as anyone else’s.
One day he took his two boys to their baseball game. He was standing by the fence cheering his sons on. He dressed for the game with his backwards ball cap, pair of white baseball pants from his days playing semi professional baseball, that still hugging his tight round ass, and a long shelves baseball shirt. Several of the female parents were checking him out and flirting with him. However, he soon noticed three father’s of his son’s teammates were watching him, whispering among themselves.
“You sure that’s him,” one of the dads whispered.
“I’m positive,” another responded.
“Damn, I would like to get up that,” the third guy laughed.
Getting creeped out by the men staring, Craig casually walked up to the men.
“What up, Bill, Steve,” Craig knew two of the men. They were fathers of his Sons’s best friends. He didn’t recognize the third man.
“Not much, Crag. Just enjoying the game. Your boys are good this year,” Bill replied, nervously.
Craig were more muscular and taller then the three men. Although the same age as him, Bill and Steve had slight beer guts.
“I don’t think you ever met my partner, Ed,” Steve introduced the blonde short man to Craig.
“Nice to see you,” Craig shakes Ed’s hand.
Craig swore the man looked him over like a piece of meat. He always found it hard to believe Steve was gay. He was a jock in high school and was very popular with the ladies. However, that was a long time ago.
“So what were you three talking about,” Craig wasn’t much for mincing words.
“Nothing, nothing much,” Steve and Bill nervously strutted.
“We were debating if your was Str8stud69 from a site that I and Steve subscribe to,” Ed spoke up.
Craig face turned white. He was always afraid someone he knew would come across him but thought it was a distance possibly.
“I don’t know what you talking about,” Craig tried to turn his attention back to the baseball game.
“I think you do,” Ed continued with a smile. “You definitely have the same voice and that ass definitely is one of a kind.”
“Ed,” Steve was horrified by his partner’s boldness.
Craig turned and glared at the man, “you got the wrong man.”
Craig clutched his fist and willed himself to walk away.
Later that evening, Craig posted a video of him and his wife on his site. His wife was feeling extra frisky that night and got into spanking Craig’s muscular ass and even talked him into working her red lace panties. He had the conversation with the three man out of his head and told himself he doing it for his family. By morning he received $500 in just tips on his site, and hundreds of hits. Then there was one email that caught his eyes, it was from Bill, his straight friend from the previous day. He opened it.
“Man, I knew it was you. I couldn’t believe it at first when Eddie told us, but after last night I definitely knew it you. Man, the way you was moaning when Alice was spanking you, was a real turn on. You look like you was enjoying being in her panties too. And the way you came when she ate and finger your ass, was really hot. Eddie sent me a link to a video of a guy sucking you. Man, the moment the gay dude touch your ass, he shot your load all over his face.
We know your straight, so I am. We know you probably just doing it for the money. Anyway, Eddie want to make a proposal. We would pay you a $1,000 each to take turns fucking you at the game next week. It serious man, no trap. Steve and Eddie was very into you, thinking you are a fucking god. I think it would be hot to try out on you. It just be between the four of us. So, Let us know,”
Craig clicked off the email and slammed his laptop closed.
Craig didn’t know why he agreed to, but when more bills came in and his wife wanting to take a vacation to Miami, realized $3,000 would go a long ways. Also conversations during the week with the men, made Craig realize that he had no choice. It either get fucked like a bitch or get exposed to the neighborhood. He had to think about his boys.
The next Saturday, Craig was at his sons’ little league baseball game. This time he wore cut off white baseball pants that cling to his muscular ass and showed off his long muscular legs. He stood at the fence behind and between third base and the home plate. He turned his head and noticed Bill, Steve, and Eddie looking at him. They nodded and started to head toward the park’s shed. Trying not to be suspicious, Craig slowly followed.
The shed was dark when he slipped into the little building. He could barely make out the three men as they stood close. Craig suddenly felt one of the men started touching his tan, muscular arm. The man moved his hand up Craig veiny forearms, then tracing the thick veins up to his bulging biceps. Although, it was dark, Craig still closed his eyes, trying to block out as much of his senses he could. He then felt other hands on him, touching his back and legs. The three men were groping him.
“Beautiful,” he heard Eddie whispered.
Eddie was so close to him that Craig could feel his breath on his neck. It sent a tingle through his body, and Craig found himself letting out a low groan. He then felt two large men hands on his ass, squeezing his firm ass cheeks through the shorts.
Craig continued to keep his eyes closed and was silently praying. He tried desperately to keep himself from getting a hard on, but it was quickly failing. He felt his impressive cock stirring at the men touch. He also grew humiliated as his shorts were opened and peeled down his legs. He was wearing his wife red panties as he was instructed. The fragile lace was stretched over his big muscular ass. He was ashamed and had no idea why he decided to do it.
He felt one of the men kneeling behind him and gripped his ass
“Man, I never realize how sexy a man’s ass can be,” it was Bill’s unmistakable voice.
Craig wanted to push them away and run out of the shed but the two other men, while stroking his arms and chest, keep a firm grip on him. They then lifted up his shirt, slowly pulling in up his torso, revealing the tan tight abs and sculptured pecs. The more they strip him the more expose and vulnerable he became.
Craig felt Bill pull the lace lingerie aside to reveal more of his smooth, flawless ass. He knew his friend Bill enjoys eating pussy and was soon hit with the realization what is next. Bill was pulling the red panties as far over as possible. The lace ripped a little but pulled tight around Craig’s hard cock. It was painful. Then, to his shock and horror, Bill purged face deep between his firm ass cheeks. Craig let out another groan as his neighbor began to lick and probe Craig’s hole with his tongue. Craig always loved getting rimmed by his wife but this time it was more intense then he ever experienced.
“Man, that better then any pussy,” Bill pulled away and announced to the other men, before slapping and kneading the muscular ass cheeks, and driving his face back in.
Craig was leaning forward, enjoying the sensation of Bill’s long tongue in his hole. Then Eddie and Steve pulled out their hard cocks, and moved in front of Craig. Horror struck in to Craig as the two men grabbed his head. He tried to pull away but the three men grabbed hold of him. He started to yell for help but Eddie and Steve quickly rammed both cocks into his mouth. Craig was soon gagging and sobbing over the two thick cocks. He felt Bill standing up behind him, while keeping a firm grip on his muscular hips. Craig heard Bill’s jeans open and then felt the large cock head pressing against his hole.
Using his split and salvia as lube in Craig’s ass, Bill roughly thrusted into Craig’s virgin manpussy. Craig was crying as he was r*ped from both ends. Despite himself, Craig was rock hard. The intense pain of being fucked for the first time faded and Craig slowed his resistance. He was soon flexing his muscular ass around the cock behind him and began to eagerly suck on the two cocks in front of him. Craig was so sexy that it didn’t took all three men long to cum inside him. Craig,for his part, was coming in a steady steam in the remains of the lace panties, filling and soaking them.
When Dylan went out with his friends on Friday night he didn’t expect them to end up at a bowling alley.
“Who bowl anymore,” he laughed.
He was definitely the best dress guy in the building. While his friends were in jeans and t-shirts, he was in nice fitted dark khakis and a button up shirt. He also definitely got a lot of attention, especially while he bowl. His fitted dress pants hugged his round bubble ass and strong muscular legs. Despite how he was dress and haven’t bowled since high school, he was winning. It seem like there nothing the blonde adonis couldn’t do. His friends love him, but were also jealous of him. He always succeed in everything he does and everything came easily for Dylan. Everytime he was up to the lane, he was graceful as he let go of the bowling ball and he knock down every pin in one strike. He didn’t even turn back to watch the ball roll down the lane and strike the pins. His girlfriend jumped into his strong muscular arms to congratulate him for another perfect score. Dylan kissed her and took a swung from his pitcher of beer.
“I be back, babe,” Dylan announced as his friends took their turn.
He walked toward the rest room to relieve himself of the beer he consumed. He had no idea that the he was being watched by two men in flannel shirts and jeans. They were overweight and obviously red necks. They watched Dylan cocky and confidently walk by them in his stylish preppy attire, Their eyes focus on his muscular bubble ass as he walked. When Dylan entered the restroom the two men got up and followed the blond adonis. They each carried bowling ball bags, filled with their tools to handle studs like Dylan. They been looking for a straight plaything to capture. However, they weren’t expecting such a prize like this adonis.
Dylan was standing at the urinal when the two men came into the restroom. He was facing the wall and didn’t heard the men. His cockiness and overconfidence had left him with his guard down. The two me had put out a out of order sign on the bathroom door before entering and had locked the door behind them. Suddenly, as Dylan was about to put his impressive cock back into his pants when they jumped him. He was muscular and fit, and put up a fight. Both men struggle to get Dylan under control. His dick was flopping out of his fly as he fought back. The noises of bowling balls sticking the pins muffled the sounds of Dylan’s struggle. The men ripped his silk dress shirt, revealing his smooth shredded torso. His chisel 8 pack abs and his thick, massive pecs where straining and bulging as he fight his attackers. Both men were getting scared that they would lose control of the adonis. One of the men then grabbed hold of Dylan’s exposed cock, and squeezed hard. Dylan double over in pain and dropped to his knees. He opened his mouth to yell for help. However, one of the men pulled out a gag like device with two hooks on each end of the straps and pushed the hooks into his Dylan’s mouth. The man tighten the straps around his head, f0rcing the muscular stud’s mouth open. Dylan found himself unable to scream or close his mouth. Meanwhile, the other man handcuffed Dylan’s wrists behind his exposed back. The man that strapped the oral gag on Dylan, then grabbed him by his blonde hair. Tears ran down his handsome face as Dylan was f0rced to look up at his attacker.
“Hurry up, before someone come in,” the man who had cuffed Dylan’s arms, urgently called out.
“I want to try out that mouth,” the man who held Dylan’s hair, said while he unzipped his pants with his free hand, pulling out a fat cock.
Dylan struggled harder against restraints and the men with no veil. He couldn’t stop the man from pushing his cock into Dylan’s mouth. The hooks of the device kept his mouth wide out as the man fucked his tight throat. Tears ran down Dylan’s masculine face. He was humiliated but the worst was yet to come. He suddenly felt the other man’s hands on his backside.
“Damn look at that ass. It feel like it made of stone,” the other man whispered as he groped and squeezed the firm, muscular ass.
Dylan’s tear stained eyes widen in fear, as the man pulled out a pocket knife and began to cut the khakis down the center seam between Dylan’s muscular ass cheeks. The man cut and pulled apart Dylan’s pants and briefs, revealing Dylan’s smooth, golden tan ass.
Dylan struggled harder, and was able to pull away from the cock waged down his throat. He was about to stand up on his feet to make a run for the door, when one of the men hit him over the head. Everything went black as Dylan fell face down on the floor. With Dylan out cold, the two men finished stripping him naked. One of the men then lifted Dylan’s limp naked body over his shoulders. The two men laughed as they slapped the perfect muscular ass, exposed in the air. They couldn’t resist teasing Dylan’s tight hole, probing it before draping a tarp his naked body. They then exited the restroom. The bowling alley’s back exit was just off the restroom, allowing the men to sneak out with their muscular prize without anyone noticing.
When Jamie wasn’t working out, he does the chores around his master’s house. The 6’4 bodybuilder would clean and take out the trash in just his tiny poser. He no longer had any issues with being a slave. He actually felt so blissfully good. He had no worries or concerns. All the thinking was done for him. All he had to do was workout and please his master. Jamie happily serve his master as repayment for everything he does for him. He knew the master works hard and it was Jamie’s responsibility to make him happy. Sometimes Jamie wish he was smart to help out more but he knew he could never be smart enough. Anyway, master prefer him dumb.
Sometimes, however, Jamie had brief flashes of a time when he wasn’t so dumb and wasn’t a slave. He would get so confused by the alien thoughts. Jamie was once a straight alpha male, like the master. He even had verge flashes of having sex with women. It disgusted and made the tall, built bodybuilder sick. Fortunately, the flashes were short and he soon return to his blissful stupidity.
When he took the trash out, in just his little black poser, the master’s neighbor would be watching and admiring him. Master kept Jamie smooth, and every inch of his 6’4, 270lbs of muscles was flawless. Master often told Jamie that the neighbor was jealous, and encouraged him to tease the neighbor. One day, Jamie was pulling the large trash cans out to the shed in the back yard. He was wearing only his usual black poser and sneakers. Jamie knew he was being watched and turned and caught the older neighbor looking over the fence at him.
“Hello, sir,” Jamie called out.
“Hello, Jamie, how your day,” the neighbor tried to play off being caught.
“Good, sir, getting chores done before master come home,” Jamie dragged the cans into the shred.
The neighbor watched Jamie with his wide back toward him. The poser didn’t even covered Jaime’s huge ass. It was so big and plumped. Jamie’s master encourages him to do squats and hip thrusters every other day, to get the huge ass and thick thighs bigger and stronger. The neighbor was practically drooling when Jamie bent over and pick up some trash. The tiny poser pulled tighter over the massive smooth ass cheeks and got sucked between them.
“Hey, Dan,” master surprised his neighbor.
“Oh, hey, David,” the neighbor turned red in embarrassment having been caught spying on the master’s slave.
“Master,” Jamie was both happy and disappointed to see his master home early. He was of course happy that his master was home, but was disappointed that he haven’t got all of his chores done and didn’t greet him on his knees when the master came home.
Master squeezed Jamie’s hard right ass cheeks and smiled at Dan. The master’s touch on his ass made Jamie so aroused. His cock got hard in his tiny poser.
“Dan, come on over,” master waved his neighbor to come over, while pushing his other hand into Jamie’s tight poser. Jamie moaned and wriggle his large ass as the master pushed his poser aside and began to tease his hole. Jamie’s hole was already lubed and ready. He was trained to always be prepared to serve his master.
Dan went through the gate that divide the two mansions.
“Jamie why don’t you service our guest,” master pushed a finger into Jamie’s muscle pussy.
Jamie didn’t question his master. He bent in half, so that master could still have access to his hole. Dan was surprised and horny as Jamie reached out and unzipped his pants. Jamie pulled out Dan’s cock and took it into his mouth. Dan let out a deep moan as Jamie took the entire length into his mouth. As Jamie’s head bobbed up and down on the cock, master pulled down Jamie’s poser. Jamie wriggle the tiny poser down his long muscular legs while still serving Dan’s cock. Master pulled out his own hard, thick cock. He then grabbed the bodybuilding slave’s thick muscular hips and pushed into him. Jamie blissfully moaned on the cock as he was penetrated by his master. He love the pure pleasure of his master’s cock inside him. He live to pleasure real men with his huge muscles. He was so happy as he was being fucked from both ends,
