A video of us kissing for u to enjoy at work. Wanna see more? Finish and get home with dinner and I might give u dessert.
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A video of us kissing for u to enjoy at work. Wanna see more? Finish and get home with dinner and I might give u dessert.
(via jthecuck, jthecuck, meowser65)
Both released their loads, now back to work they go.
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The Prank
Hey, man—
You told me to distract Ethan. Said he was freaking out about the reception—losing it over speeches and dance steps. I figured I’d swing by, lighten the mood with some dumb jokes since you’ve got so much wedding shit on your plate.
I show up around noon, and Ethan’s pacing the living room like he’s about to bolt. Slacks on, shirt half-buttoned, muttering about tripping on stage or forgetting Aunt Linda’s name. Full-on pre-wedding spiral.
I let him ramble, flopped onto the couch, tried to read the vibe. He’s wired. So I toss something out to make him laugh.
“Dude, relax,” I say, grinning. “What, can’t go an afternoon without his cock?”
He rolls his eyes, but a half-smile cracks through. “You’re gross.”
But it’s working—he’s smiling, pacing slower, loosening up.
“You know what he told me?” I say, smirking. “Said you calm down best after sucking on cock. Gets you nice and relaxed.”
Boom. Ears red. He laughs—short, sharp. “Shut the fuck up. No way he said that.”
“Hand to God,” I lie, doubling down, still selling the bit. “Told me to come over and loosen you up. Said I should stick my dick in your mouth.”
He shakes his head, scoffs. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Wanna call him and check?” I say, pulling out my phone, raising my eyebrows. It’s just best-man bullshit.
“Yeah, go for it,” he says, arms crossed. “Let’s watch you be an idiot.”
So I dial. Put you on speaker.
You pick up, sounding distracted. “Hey, what’s up? With the florist, right now.”
I lean in, smirking at Ethan, who’s waiting for me to bomb. “Yo, I’m with your boy. He doesn’t think you sent me to help him loosen up. Thinks I can’t… work him over like you do.” I stressed loosen up seductively.
Ethan shifts. Still smiling, but squirming now. Glancing away.
Then you—fuck, man. I thought you'd caught on and then we could all laugh at me making an asshole of myself.
But your voice comes through, warm, all calm. Talking right to him. “Hey, babe, it’s fine. I trust him to take care of you. He’s got a strong grip—might ease you even better than me honestly, really work you loose.”
I nearly choke. You’re clearly talking massage—you’ve mentioned how he melts under those shoulder rubs—but it sounds exactly like you’re greenlighting him sucking my cock. Ethan’s eyes flick to my hands, then lower, breath catching, fingers twitching in his lap.
I flash a grin, cup my crotch jokingly, playing the bit still.
Then Ethan says—voice softer, shaky—“I don’t know if I can… let him do that. I’ve only ever, you know… relaxed with you.” His eyes meet mine, nervous but searching, like he’s testing if this is for real.
My stomach drops. Wait. He’s buying this? I thought he’d laugh, call me a dumbass and shut it down, but he’s looking at me—still nervous, yeah, but… open. Willing?
And your voice keeps going, sincere, no clue what’s brewing. “Babe, I’m swamped, or I’d be there. His will be no different." I gave Ethan a sly wink.
"Oh! And let him give you those sweet treats. I'd want a recording to see it later.”
My jaw tightens. You’re talking about those cupcakes from the kitchen, probably wanting a video to check the dessert setup for the planners, but it sounds like you’re begging him to swallow my cum and film it for you. I should’ve ended the joke there, burst out laughing, I almost did—but Ethan’s gaze, pure trust and hunger, stops me cold.
"Leave it to me then, I'll take good care of him. Promise."
Click. I hang up.
Now Ethan's on his knees sucking my cock, lips stretched around my dick sucking eager, wet, tongue swirling, salty with precum. He’s never sucked anyone but you before today, and now he’s been savoring mine for the last half hour, moaning, giving me a performance as I record him.
“Mmm—like this?” thinking it’s what you want. His eyes water, gagging but pushing deeper, desperate to please. I’m torn—guilt’s screaming I should stop, but his mouth’s too good, and he's finally relaxed like you wanted. I’m now wondering if I should convince him you also gave permission to ride my cock. For you, of course.
Obedience Protocol
Ben’s hands slid down from behind, unbuckling Alex’s jeans, knuckles brushing his skin, gentle and certain.
“Just trust me, babe,” Ben murmured by his ear, calm, steady.
Alex barely registered the words. He was staring at Marcus, naked and kneeling on the dorm floor, chain locked tight around his neck, tongue out, eyes glazed, face already shiny with spit. Surreal. For a wild second, Alex thought it had to be a prank.
He almost laughed, voice coming out thin. “You’re joking, right? Is this some fucked-up prank?”
Ben squeezed his hip, steadying him, but when he spoke over Alex’s shoulder, his voice was ice.
“Not a prank. I was going to save this for your birthday—wrap him up nice after I finished the last tests, some additional training. But after what he did to you today?” Ben’s jaw clenched, anger barely contained. “I couldn’t let it wait.”
Without thinking, his fingers brushed the bruise on his face, sting still fresh—a memory of Marcus slamming him against the locker room tile.
The same Marcus was now on his knees, moaning, rocking forward, tongue trembling, chain rattling as he begged, “Please, let me suck cock. Please, Ben, I want it. Need it. Please let me—”
His voice was all wrong, empty and needy, none of the usual bite.
Ben nudged Alex gently forward until his soft cock brushed Marcus’s tongue. Marcus latched on instantly—sloppy, awkward, spit pooling on his chin as he tried and failed to take more of, Alex's cock hardening under the desperate, fumbling motion.
Ben’s snort was pure contempt. “Pathetic. You see this? Took me two weeks just to get him to stop using his fucking teeth. It’s not really in him—never was. But he’ll get better with practice. Eventually. We have the time.”
Alex watched Marcus drool, working awkwardly, eyes filled with obedience and empty hunger. Ben suddenly yanked Marcus’s chain, forcing his head harder onto Alex, then back and forth.
“Open wider, you useless cocksucker. Work for it, bitch.”
Marcus blinked, tongue lolling, voice flat, mechanical: “Yes, sir. Want it… tastes good, sir…” Drool poured down his chest, jaw slack, body shuddering.
Alex hesitated, nerves sparking, but Ben’s palm stayed supportive at his side: You’re safe. You’re in control.
He glanced from Marcus to Ben. “Does he… even remember this? When it’s over?”
Ben shook his head, softening for Alex. “Not like this. He’s barely here. Nearly total control.” Ben’s mouth twisted in a cold smile. “But I can show you more. Watch.”
Ben leaned close to Marcus’s ear, voice sharp. “Mode Three.”
Marcus jerked, eyes snapping wide—terror, hate, humiliation flooding in. He tried to pull off, to spit Alex out, but his mouth kept moving, sucking, tongue desperate, spit and precum dripping.
He choked around Alex’s cock, words bubbling out: “Stop—stop! Ben, fuck, let me—let me go—” His voice was a raw mix of panic and fury, but his head just bobbed, mouth working on autopilot.
Alex instinctively tried to back off, but Ben’s hand steadied him, thumb circling gentle at his waist.
Ben crouched, voice pure venom for Marcus, cold as winter. “In this mode, he feels it all, remembers it all, can’t stop a thing. My favorite. Now go harder, Marcus—Alex isn’t going to cum if you just slobber on him.”
Marcus’s lips worked faster, tears shining in his eyes. “Faggots—fucking sick, I’m not—”
Ben twisted the chain, yanking it tight, voice like a knife. “Enough. Obey: silence command.”
Marcus whimpered, choking on spit and cock, but his mouth kept working, jaw aching, eyes full of fury and shame.
“Finish for him, babe,” Ben murmured, gentle now, hand rubbing Alex’s back. “He’s not going anywhere until you do.”
Alex let go, shuddering, spilling into Marcus’s mouth, cum and spit mixing, Marcus gagging and swallowing, tears running down his red cheeks, chain rattling with each sob.
Ben snapped his fingers. “ Obey: memory wipe. Mode One.”
Marcus went slack, face slack and shining with spit and cum, eyes empty again. Ben looked at Alex, saw a flicker of his old light coming back—a bit of the boy Marcus broke, restored.
“Happy early birthday. I saved his virgin hole for you.”
“There you are,” Dad said quietly.
He didn’t stop when I stepped into the room. He didn’t even look over at first—just kept that slow, deliberate rhythm, one hand braced on the couch, the other tangled in my boyfriend’s hair. When he finally glanced back, his expression wasn’t panicked or ashamed. It was calm. Certain.
“Relax, son,” he said, like we were discussing something in the garage. “He came to me about the problem you two were having. Said it always hurt. I’m just helping him understand how to relax, how to handle the cock without panicking. I've got a condom on; everything’s under control.”
My boyfriend’s head was tipped back in his grip, eyes glassy, breath hitching. He was hiked up on the edge of the sofa in that steep, downward arch—chest buried in the cushions and knees on the floor. He looked caught in a terrifying kind of glee, his face flushed and his mouth hanging open. The sound of them together filled the room—a heavy, rhythmic slap of skin and the sharp, wet friction of a man who knew exactly how much force a body could take.
With me, he was always careful, apologetic, worried about doing something wrong. Here, taking every inch of that cock with a raw, uninhibited moan, he looked… undone.
“Your boyfriend’s here,” Dad murmured near his ear, his voice a low vibration. “Look at him. Show him how well you're taking this.”
My boyfriend let out a long, broken sound, but he didn't even turn his head. He didn't recognize I was there. He was so submerged in the novelty of that massive, unyielding stretch that his world had shrunk down to the point of contact. He looked triumphantly proud of how he was being handled, his internal muscles clashing in a visible rhythm around Dad's cock. He simply didn't have room in his head to care that I was watching.
Dad looked at me then, his expression softened by a guilty but lustful smirk. “It's been a long time since I've had a hole this tight to work with, so I might have gotten a little carried away.”
He turned his focus back to the sofa. He leaned down, his chest pressing into my boyfriend’s arched back, and the room filled with their muttered, breathless conversation.
"You like that stretch, kid?" Dad growled, his thrusts gaining a punishing, deep momentum.
"Yes... yes, sir," my boyfriend sobbed into the cushion, his breath breaking into a shaky laugh that turned into a gasp. "Please... more. Please."
“That's it. Right there,” Dad muttered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration as he hammered home, hitting depths that were clearly new to my boyfriend. “Good boy. Such a good boy, taking it all for me.”
My boyfriend nodded helplessly, his hips jerking back to meet every punishing strike like he needed to believe it. And I just stood there, watching them carry on like I wasn’t even part of the room anymore.
Fill him up
Throat training. I’ve been there. It really works
Taking on two men
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Teaching him what it means being my fuckboy, my fav, my hole for use
Bro!! That’s why I want you to be my regular cock sucker!! Because you’re the only one who can take my cock all the way down your throat without gagging!! You’re always so hungry to suck my cock!! And never waste a drop of my cum, as you love to swallow it all!!
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Me and my mate about to worship the middle guys cock
Young bucks learning.
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Son enjoying his father’s cock
Come on, boy!! Suck that cock, and suck it deep!! Take it all the way down your throat!! Make it wet and sloppy, then turn around, so I can shove it all the way up your ass!! Then fuck you hard for hours, before breeding your hole with my massive load!!
Mmmmmm….. yeah!! Lick clean that cheesecake around my knob!! And at the same time inhale its pungent smell!! Then slowly take my entire cock inch by inch in your mouth all the way down your throat!! Then, suck it gently and slowly, giving me that ultimate feeling of pleasure!! Keep doing that for as long as you can, no rush!! I want hours of total enjoyment from your mouth…. Until I can’t hold it any longer, and shoot my entire load into your mouth, so you swallow it all!!
Pretty cock pt 2/?
Mmmmmm….. that precum, and that pungent smell of the cheesecake around the knob head….a perfect combination worth giving a good sniffing and licking for hours!!