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[lqmgduh]

[jocknotized]

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[dougtfs]

“Whoa, hey, you’re naked,” I blurted at my roommate when I walked in the door. The smell of pot hung in the air. I knew he liked to get comfortable when he smoked but he’d never gotten naked before.

He just smirked at me. “Yeah, I’m naked,” he said, then giggled. “Man, you gotta try this new stuff. I never been so relaxed.” I glanced down at the pipe of the coffee table. I didn’t usually smoke and was about to say no, but there was something sweet and pungent about the scent hanging in the air that called to me.

“What the fuck,” I thought, “it’s been a long day at work. Why not.” I picked up the pipe, lit it, and took a breath.

“Yeah dude,” he smiled, leaning back and opening his legs to show off his sexy soft dick and dad bod. The weed smelled sweet, and the pungent salty smell, I realized, was actually from him: his sweaty musky body odor. I slowly exhaled, feeling the burn of the smoke in my throat and the woozy high that immediately hit me. It tingled, a prickle that warmed my blushing face and crept down my neck, my chest, my belly, my hips and ass and cock, then flushed my legs with heat.

Suddenly my clothes felt so heavy and tight and wrong and I had to get them off, pushing down my pants and underwear and tearing off my shirt. I yanked off my shoes and stepped back, staring down naked at the pile of clothes with one sock in my hand.

My roommate laughed. “You look good, man,” he said. “We oughta get naked all the time.”

I looked up at him, and started giggling, even though I had no idea why. This weed was making me so stupid, I thought, then forgot about it immediately and looked down at the sock in my hand. I couldn’t even remember what it was for. Was this clothes? How do people wear clothes? I picked up another item from the pile, a shirt I think. I stared at it, baffled. I knew I’d been wearing it just a moment ago but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how. It was like all knowledge of wearing clothing was just … gone.

I dropped whatever it was, and looked back up at him. He was so hot, I thought. So fucking sexy. That hairy body, the untrimmed bush, the metal in his nipples and his thick strong chest. I felt woozy again, my dick getting hard. He saw that and got another fit of giggles, wiggling back and forth in the chair. “Wanna fool around?” he said.

Absently, I picked up the pipe and lighter again, lit the last bit of green weed, and took another breath. “Whoa, man, careful, that might be too much,” he laughed. I set the pipe back down as another warm tingle swept over me.

If the first dose made me dizzy and dumb, the second completely emptied my mind. For a moment I couldn’t remember who I was, where I was, what was going on. But I knew that my arms were heavy, my legs sore, my balance off.

What was I doing up on two legs? I was confused. My heavy arms sunk to the floor, my legs bending to go down on all fours, like I belonged. Two legs are for humans. I wasn’t a human. I was a pup. Right? That’s who I was. I was pretty sure.

My master said something, and laughed, but he said it with human words so I didn’t know what he meant. I just barked, and sniffed the pile of clothes on the floor. Why did they smell like me?

Then he said something I understood – “come” – and patted his bare lap. Panting, I trotted over on all fours, and sat obediently at his feet. “Good boy,” he said, and rubbed my head. I whined and pressed my head into his hand, then barked and licked his finger. He laughed and said some more human words, then pointed to his dick. I understood what that meant, and put my paws up on his lap to take his soft cock in my mouth.

“Ahhh,” he sighed, leaning back. He smelled so good, sweaty and strong, my alpha. I felt his dick hardening between my lips, and I swirled my tongue around it. It tasted salty, manly, a single droplet of pre-come smearing on my tongue. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted his come.

“Good boy,” he grunted, rubbing behind my ears as I sucked. Yeah. I am a good boy. His good boy.

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[caesarwv]

I knew I should be paying attention to my young son as he played on the soccer field but I couldn’t help from watching his coach on the side line. He was masculine but the short soccer shorts that displayed his thick muscular legs made him look so slutty. His round bubble ass flex as he moved along the sideline yelling directions and encouragement to his young players. His voice was deep and masculine. After the game, in which my son’s team had won, I invited my son’s teammates and coach back to the house to celebrate by the pool. I took the coach’s strong hand to congratulate him on the big win. As soon his eyes met mine, we both knew how the day would end. While my wife supervised the kids, I led the coach to my bedroom. My hand caress his muscular large ass, as he nervously walked up the stairs. My hand lifted his jersey and I stroked his lower back. His beautiful milk chocolate skin was flawless. Once in the bedroom, he obediently laid on the bed and spread his muscular thighs. He stared up at me, still in his soccer gear, as I underdressed. Once naked, I began to underdress him. He was breathing heavy as I pulled off his jersey revealing his hot body. His shorts were bulging as his thick cock was rock hard. I pulled off his shorts. The white underarmour jockstrap pouch was stretched to the limit. His cock demanded to be freed. However, I ignored it. I kept his jock, socks, and sneakers on as I lifted those thick beautiful legs on my shoulders and pushed into his tight ass. His moans were deep as I pushed deeper and harder into him.

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[avoxtr]

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[arandomtist]

We were just having a nice conversation under the pier. Something about he seemed off though. He kept telling me to relax. Oddly I was starting to feel more relaxed. The conversation was pretty heated though and I am not one to loose an argument!

“Hey, just relax and FLEX dude!”

What do you mean FLEX, wait what?! Why da fuq did I do that. Are you trying to distract me from this argument? Just because you know I am gonna win?

“How about you flex again?”

I am not gonna FLEX, just to let you win this argument, stop suggesting it. Though I did feel pretty good..

Fine, you talked me into it. Wait what were we arguing about?

Yeah you are right. I should just focus on this hot body… Why da fuq was I trying to have an argument with you?

Wanna see me flex, I think I look hot when I FLEX.

I love ma body Boss Man. 

Thanks for helping clean up my head Boss! Talk to ya later!

Wanna feel like that?

[bigdumbjockboy]

I love ma body boss man… think I look hot when I flex? Yeah I do!

[trophystuds]

There’s nothing more important than keeping your body strong and tight for Sir.

Trevor works out every day, twice a day, determined to keep a perfect physique. He knows Sir won’t do it for anything less. Any flaw, any discrepancy, no matter how tiny, might make the man not wanna fuck him anymore.

And that’s his only purpose as a trophy stud. Getting his bubble butt bred.

So every day, he sweats and grunts and groans, working his ass off in the private gym. Curls, squats, rows, you name it.

Every last muscle in his body must be perfect for Sir.

It hurts, but pain is good. Pain means he’s working hard.

And then when he finally finishes, soaked in sweat from head to toe, panting and barely able to walk, Sir will be there, ready to play with him.

Trevor hasn’t eaten a carb in months, and hasn’t gone a single day without sore muscles, but he gladly does it all.

He does it all for Sir. Sir and his big, superior alpha cock.

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

He was so close. Only a couple more stations and he would’ve been home, happy and safe, ready to live the rest of his life. Nothing strange, nothing new. Just another regular day.

But his eyes crossed mine, before any of that could ever happen.

I knew the type; young, cocky, self-obsessed. Such a gym-addict he could barely even wear a shirt. Played sports in high school, turned to lifting when he didn’t make it to college, probably started roiding at 18. A walking bomb of sex and testosterone.

Perfect.

He looked away, the first couple times, but every time his gaze drifted back to mine. To him, I was just any random guy, sitting across from him on the train. No one he should ever give a fuck about.

But why… why did he wanna look at me, so bad?

At the next stop, most people left. He didn’t. Neither did I.

The train started up again, and the beefcake stared at me. Blushing slightly. Unable to look away. He tightened his grip on the bag in his lap, and I grinned, knowing what was hidden below.

I touched my shirt, and motioned to him to take it off. It was alright. He understood.

The stud’s headphones fell out of his ears, and he started peeling the tight gray shirt off his torso. The other people that were left in our carriage seemed just as interested in this scene as I was. Several pairs of eyes were locked on the boy, scanning his thick body as he struggled to take his top off.

Like I said, he was too beefy for this shirt. His gleaming, pale eight pack had been exposed, but he was having trouble with his arms and shoulders, and the giant fucking tits that were his pecs. The shirt was glued to his muscles with sweat.

I watched the jock flex and grunt for a minute or so, before he finally managed to yank the shirt over his head, and breathed a sigh of relief. All the attention in the carriage was for him, now. His deltoids. His traps. His bulging, melon-sized rack. Big boy was looking so muscled and beefy it was impossible to look away.

Just like it was impossible for him to look away from me.

“Bring it here,” I said. Loud enough for everyone to hear. Loud enough for his face to turn a nice, shameful shade of red.

It was a beautiful show for the people around us. Was this cocky, shirtless meathead really going to do what that scrawny guy told him?

Without a word, the stud stood up. His bag fell to the floor, and his bulge became exposed, inciting several murmurs and chuckles on the train. A big, stiff tentpole stood straight in his sweatpants, directly aimed at me. The poor jock only grew redder, and he stumbled over to me.

“Good boy,” I grinned, as he handed me the sweaty shirt.

From up close, his body looked even better. Pale, veiny. So fucking tightly packed with muscle he couldn’t even let his arms dangle at his sides. His biceps looked like grapefruits so big, his forearms about as thick as my calves. Most beautiful of all were those giant mounds of strength, his big, muscly tits, hanging over his abs. He probably couldn’t even see his own bulge if he looked down.

But he didn’t look down, of course. He looked at me. Only at me.

I took his warm, damp shirt, and started rubbing the sweat off his torso. His mouth fell open slightly, but he didn’t protest. Gently, I rubbed the trenches of his abs. His obliques. Wiping away the under-boob sweat. When I brushed over his perky nipples, the boy shivered, giving the most adorable little moan - but I steadily continued, over his pecs, his shoulders, arms and pits.

The train stopped again, but no one got off. Everyone was staring at us, at this hyper-muscular stud, getting rubbed and wiped down like some pervy little slut. Whether they were aroused or revolted didn’t matter - they wanted to watch. The boy knew this, and felt the humiliation in every cell of his body.

Once his torso didn’t gleam anymore, I brought the shirt to my nose, and inhaled.

Mmm. Sweet, sweet pheromones. The unmistakable, musky scent of a stud in heat.

His sweatpants came off next. His shoes, his socks, his snapback. Everything fell to the floor, until the jock stood there in his boxer-briefs, half-naked for everyone to enjoy. Blushing, terribly ashamed. The outline of his fat boner was clearly visible in his underwear.

I told him to flex, and he did. People were filming him, taking pictures, rubbing their own crotches at the sight of this beefy young Hercules. Like a prize bull, he posed and flexed, showing everyone his muscles, his bulge and bubble-butt. Laughter mixed with chattering, everyone throwing comments at the boy, either telling him to fuck off or to come home with them.

And still, he stared at me. So dumb. So helpless.

When he finished flexing, the stud fell to his knees. The murmurs and giggles died out, leaving only the rattling of the train. Everyone stared in silence. Observing. Fantasizing. Waiting what would happen next.

“P-please…” the young buck groaned.

In his underwear, on his knees. Staring up at me with beautifully teary puppy eyes. His muscle tits looked even better from up here.

“It’s alright,” I grinned, stroking through his hair. “Just tell me what you want. I can only help you once you say the words.”

He was shivering, whimpering, so pathetic it made my cock throb like never before. Everyone knew. Everyone saw. Everyone heard. The big, handsome muscle stud, half-naked on the fucking subway.

“P-please… p-please… make me c-cum…”

The train stopped once more. This was his station. All he had to do was get up, grab his stuff, and run home. With a little luck, he’d never have to see any of these people again. He could still go back to the life he once had.

A few moments passed, and the carriage doors closed again. Steadily, the train continued.

“Don’t you worry, handsome,” I said, taking the stud’s head between my legs. “We’re almost home. Everything’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make you cum all night long. Every night. For the rest of your life.”

[bowtiedboi]

Steve Swan may look like your average Joe, but he is Strongman. Protector of the innocent, defeater of evil. With one punch he could bring any criminal down.

Tonight was an unusual night for Steve as he had the evening off. His girlfriend had begged him to go to the opening of a museum exhibit, to which he agreed as his sworn duty. He was more at home in the streets, fighting crime in his costume. Strongman was unused to the uncomfortable nature of wearing black tie and the dreariness of small talk.

An alarm! A crash was heard in the middle of the gala. His enhanced senses tingled. Strongman was needed! A criminal was on the loose with a priceless painting! With a swift kiss on the cheek to his girlfriend, he dashed into a side room to transform to his secret identity and to save the day. While he would normally only take seconds to put on his costume, a voice rang out as he put on his gloves and mask.

‘Stop.’ That voice! It tingled in his ear. Strongman wanted to listen!

‘Perfect boy. Let’s see that marvellous chest of yours. Open your shirt.’

Mechanically, Steve slowly undid each button. As he went to undo his bowtie, the deep voice out of the dark rang out again. ‘No boy. Keep the bowtie on.’

What was happening to Strongman? He tried with every bone in his body to resist, but he couldn’t help do what the voice was ordering him to do!

‘Perfect boy. Now, I want you to put your hands behind your back. Shoulders back. And bow for me. Deep.’

The superhero couldn’t help but bend forwards, as far as he could possibly go. This was humiliating! As he bowed, he felt a stranger in the room come up behind him. He felt something hard pressed up against the crack of his ass, shielded only by the tight-fitting suit pants.

‘Very obedient, I like that in a boy,’ Strongman finally recognized the voice. It was the arch-villain, Mesmerist! ‘Now I want you to put all your fight, all your will, all of your identity into your cock. And get hard.’

With the villain’s evil sorcery, blood swelled to Strongman’s cock. His cock had never felt harder. He must resist! With his slender fingers, Mesmerist opened up the hypnotized boy’s fly to allow the cock to get as hard as it could. As the master hypnotist began to softly stroke the superhero cock, Strongman closed his eyes trying so hard to stop what was happening, but he couldn’t even move.

Mesmerist whispered in Strongman’s ear as his strokes began to get harder and faster.

‘When you cum, your will, your fight, your identity will belong to me. You’ll be my boy, my manservant, my bodyguard, my goon, my sidekick,’ he said.

No! Strongman screamed in his mind. He would never fall on bended knee to a villain!

‘With you by my side, boy, we’re going to take over this city. Just think, when the criminals are out there on the streets, there will be no one out there to stop them. Because you’ll be with me. You’ll be dressed in a tuxedo doing my dirty work, serving me wine on a silver platter or on your knees sucking my cock.’

Strongman’s mind was jumbled, the only thing he could of was the pleasure that was flooding through him. The only thing that mattered was the voice. He felt like he was going to submit, he would submit!

‘Cum for me boy. Become my mindless slave, my goon, my boy to command!’

With a shudder, shoots of white cum blasted out of his cock. And with it, the superhero’s mind was gone. Empty. The only thing that mattered was to obey, to submit, to follow Mesmerist’s commands. He turned to face the man he now belonged to, and went on his knees, and said:

‘How may I serve you, Master?’

[silverskinsrepository]

Wrestling Highlights

[cyberdelph]

StormBreaker and Shield by Salem Beiruti

[caesarwv]

The jock just laid there in his jockstrap as the stranger fucked him. He didn’t made a sound or moved as the older man plowed his ass. He was humiliated. He was the star straight jock getting fucked like a bitch. Despite how much he want to hate it, he actually enjoyed it. He tried to hide his hard cock under him. He only got up after the man came inside him and left. He was laying in his own cum.

[caesarwv]

It was late when Eli took the metro home. The car was almost empty. It was just him and some old man. The man kept staring at Eli. Eli smirked and whispered faggot, before closing his eyes to ignore the man. Eli however fell asleep. He awoke just as he missed his stop. He quickly found himself shirtless. He looked over at the old man and saw the man holding his shirt and wallet. However, instead of being angry or confused, Eli felt relaxed. He started to feel up his hard muscular body and flexed. Eli looked between the man and his muscles, looking for approval from the older man. He found himself so turned on as he showed off for the stranger. Eli slide off the train seat and knelt before the man. He continued to flex for the stranger. The old man reached over and began to feel up Eli’s sculptured muscles. Eli was so horny as the man felt him up. The old man unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick cock. Eli felt an overwhelming need to serve. His mouth became dry as he stared at the cock. Eli leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth. The man grabbed Eli’s head and guided the straight stud down on his first cock. Once Eli’s virgin mouth and throat got use to the cock, the man moved his hands down Eli’s thick chiseled shoulders and back. Eli felt so good serving the stranger’s cock as the stranger worshipped his sexy young body.

[caesarwv]

Joseph couldn’t believe his luck when his stud finder app notify him that one of it stud slaves was in the very locker room he was in. He was even more surprised that it was the straight, cocky muscle god that was flexing in the mirror, in only his underwear. Joseph hit the like button on the app. He nervously waited. It seemed like forever before the muscle god’s phone beeped. He watched the hunk bend over and picked up the phone to open the app. Joseph smiled as he saw the look of docile bliss wash over the stud’s face. After making sure they were alone, Joseph cleared his throat, “suck my cock.” The muscle god turned toward Joseph and walked toward him. The hunk dropped to his knees and pulled down Joseph’s shorts and boxers in one motion before engulfing his cock. Joseph was surprised how good of a cocksucker the muscle god was. He grabbed the stud’s hair and fucked the handsome masculine face. The muscle god was bobbing his head up and down on Joseph’s cock, coating it with drool and saliva. Joseph pulled the muscle stud up to his feet. The muscle god obediently peeled down his underwear exposing his hang cock and perfect flawless ass. Joseph wanted to dominate that muscle god. He led the hunk by his cock to the showers and roughly pushed the more muscular and younger stud against the shower wall. Joseph turned on the water to drown out the stud’s moan. He spread the hunk’s hairless ass cheeks and pushed into the tight muscular ass. It was pure heaven, fucking the muscular straight god like a bitch.

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

After finishing his workout in the hotel gym, Charlie walked back to his room. Sweaty and shirtless, the rugby star caught a couple of lustful stares from a group of girls in the hallway, and one of them was even bold enough to ask for a picture as he passes them. Charlie obliged happily, satisfied with all the female attention. He felt good, pumped for the big game the next day which they would surely win, even more pumped about how damn hot he looked after that workout; maybe he could see if those girls were still around at the bar, later that night, and score some.

He unlocked his hotel room, still grinning after his encounter with those girls, and turned on the lights. The stud had but a second to react as suddenly two big guys grabbed his arms, yanking him into the room. There was a whole group of burly guys there, all apparently awaiting his arrival. Charlie quickly realized he recognized these guys; they were his opponents for the big game the next day, the local team around here. 

“What the fuck?? What do you-” the athlete started, before a fist crashed into  his face and brutally cut him off. More fists and knees struck him, battering his pretty face, bruising his strong limbs and knocking the air out of his lungs. One last punch in the gut made Charlie double over and fall to the ground.

“Get the ropes,” the rugby stud heard someone say. He was still groaning in pain as he felt himself get lifted up and thrown onto the bed. Strong hands pinned him down and roped his wrists to the bedposts. “There, not so hot anymore, huh, stud?” someone said, and laughter followed. Charlie weakly struggled with his sudden ties, muttering something incomprehensible before another fist wreaked havoc on his jaw. The assailants didn’t stop beating him until his head hung, and the athlete seemed to be on the verge of passing out.

Soon enough, the rival team stripped the caught star player of his sweaty shorts and underwear. Charlie only processed the endless laughter as they toyed around with his fat cock and balls, making him whine and whimper by tugging on his large tool. “See, the bitch is loving this,” someone laughed, “He’s rock-hard already!”

“C’mon, hurry up with those pics. I wanna start feeding our big star some real manmeat.” “Alright, go ahead. I bet he loves the taste o’ your dick.” The horny player set his knees in the slut’s armpits, pried his mouth open with his hands, and fed Charlie his first cock. The boy, scared he would be punished with more beating, obediently did as he was told and tried his best not to gag while the rugby brute fucked his face.

The sight and sounds of this made the rest of the team impatient, and Charlie soon felt his thick legs being spread. He could only moan like a little bitch as someone started fingering his virgin hole, opening him up for bigger things to come.

“Jeez, can we fuck him yet? I wanna make this cocky fucker feel my pole!” “We gotta open him up first. He’s so fucking tight down here. Hey, hand me that one over there!”

Charlie’s screams were barely muffled by the cock in his mouth. The assailants had shoved the first dildo up his virgin ass, yanking the stud back to consciousness and making him writhe in pain. The vibrations of his voice sent the guy still porking his face over the edge. Charlie choked as the rapist forced his entire manhood down his throat, his fingers dinging in the boy’s hair as he fed him his first load.

“Fuckkk!! Take that, you cocksucking bitch!!!” “Hey, is it my turn now? I wanna fuck that pretty face too!” “Hand me the bigger one, will ya? His hole is gonna have to be stretched out more if we wanna put our dicks in there.”

For the rest of the night, the rival team toyed around with the poor stud. After ravaging his hole with a third size dildo, the guys finally decided he was loose enough and started to fuck his bubble butt. The mixture of pain and pleasure overtook his every sense, even sending him into numerous orgasms without anyone touching his massive boner. Charlie’s torso was soon covered in his own juice, and the bitch could only think of cock as they continued to fuck both his holes sore, pumping load after load into him.

When they rested their dicks for a moment, taking a break before another round, some of the guys would force their fists up his sloppy hole instead. They’d stuff the slut’s mouth with the biggest dildo to prevent him from screaming too loud. “Holy shit! Look, he can take my entire forearm!” “Like that, huh, bitch? Yeah, look, he’s shooting again, just from having your arm up his boypussy!!”

Charlie quickly lost count of all the cocks he was forced to take. When dawn arrived, the rugby star was completely fucked out and braindead. With cum seeping out of his ruined holes, his ripped body glistening with sweat and semen, he could only whimper incoherently as the rival team proceeded to take some pictures and videos. As a last goodbye, someone grabbed Charlie’s bulging muscle tit and held his nipple between two fingers. The stud was too far gone to scream or really react in any way as the guy pierced his sensitive spot with a needle. He did the same with his other nipple, then stuck two little rings in there.

“Have fun explaining those to your teammates in the locker room, stud. We’re off now to get some sleep before the big game tonight. Can’t wait to see you there!” “Not that you’re gonna be able to do much damage on the field, of course. What a shame, the star player of the team playing his worst in the game of his life!” “Don’t fret, stud. You can always switch careers to become a full-time whore. We’d be happy to recommend you to other teams!”

[truealphadoms]

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

Sam had just finished another brutal workout, and was ready to head for the showers - when the demon appeared.

A massive, horrifying, 10-foot creature, straight from a hellish nightmare. The stud didn’t even have time to react to the horror before him as the demon leaped forward, eager to play with his new victim.

Sam was thrown against the lockers, groaning loudly in pain as the monstrous creature dug its claws into his shoulders.

Within seconds, his shorts were torn off his ripped body, together with his sweaty CKs. The stud could only scream and writhe like a maggot while the demon spread his perfectly round asscheeks.

“Enough,” the demonic voice bellowed. The demon was getting annoyed with his victim’s endless screaming. He grabbed Sam’s head, and brutally slammed it against the lockers, leaving a dent in the metal. This happened again and again, until only a faint whimper rose from the half-conscious hunk.

“Better,” the demon decided. He pushed his oversized boner against the stud’s crack, applying pressure but only teasing the actual penetration. Sam’s gorgeous legs paled in comparison to the demon’s enormous trunks, and they were snapped horizontally to make way for the monstrous cock that was pressing against entrance.

“I’m going to rip you apart, mortal. I’m going to split your pleasurable body in half, finally ridding you of all your pathetic human arrogance.”

“P-please…” Sam whined softly, unable to do anything against the demon’s unrivaled strength. The monster simply smashed his head against the lockers once more, and pushed into his virgin asshole with no remorse.

Even if his skull wasn’t being crushed under a gigantic demon claw, Sam wouldn’t have been able to scream. The amount of pain that shot through his body transcended every possible human sound, every notion of pain and torture that he ever could have imagined.

It felt like someone was pushing an entire barrel into his ass, stretching his boycunt wide open with a sickening force. He felt the demon’s monster cock throbbing within him, pushing further and further into his poor guts.

Sam felt like his hole was going to tear at any moment, but the creature didn’t seem to care. “P-please,” he whimpered, his cries muffled by the locker, “M-mercy… t..ake… o-out…”

Demonic laughter boomed behind him. “Take out? This is merely the tip of my cock, mortal. Perhaps you will enjoy it more when it is completely inside of you.”

The monster dug his claws in Sam’s thick neck, and pulled him down while thrusting his demonic dick forward. The boy’s eyes rolled back into his head as his muscular body was impaled upon the demon’s cock. He felt the pole at the back of his throat, reorganizing his poor innards and splitting him apart.

“Your body is tighter than I expected,” the demon remarked. “This is good. I like it when I have to fight all the way in.”

He flipped the hunk around, forcing him to face him, and held onto the broken legs to pull his body further down upon his cock. Sam failed to hold onto the demon’s neck, thus falling backward and hitting his head on the tiled floor. The monster was holding him like a jackhammer, pushing his monstrous tool further and further, until his enormous balls finally slapped against Sam’s ass.

“Good. It seems you are enjoying yourself,” the creature grinned. The stud’s own cock was rock-hard, and leaking strings of precum onto his face. “You were clearly built to be split open by a cock far superior than yours, human. I am curious to see how much you can take. Enjoy.”

Sam was thrown into the next circle of hell as the demon finally started fucking him. The monstrous cock pounded in and out of his stretched cunt with such force that the boy was struggling to hold back his vomit, a loud and helpless moan rising from his burning throat. 

His fingers were desperately clawing at the tiles, trying to find something to hold onto. His whole body was being torn apart, shuddering and quaking with an excruciating torment, tears streaming down his cheeks. He thought his neck was going to break as the demon pounded him into the floor.

The pole was simply too big for his body. To his horror, Sam saw the monstrous demon dick bulging out of his once so flat stomach, deforming his precious abs. The demon saw the dismay on his handsome face, and laughed.

“Yes, take a good look at that, mortal. That is my cock’s head inside you, stretching your puny bowels and ruining your abdominal muscles. You make for a wonderful cocksleeve.”

Sam had no energy left to even utter another word. All he could do was cry and moan as the demon wrecked his beautiful body. All those years in the gym, all that hard work perfecting his physique, all of that was useless against this demonic rapist.

Before long, the hunk felt the monstrous cock throb inside him, and the creature let out a terrifying roar as he reached his climax, his nails digging deep into the meaty thighs. A bucketload of semen was unleashed into Sam’s ruined guts, and the boy felt his own dick shooting at the same time as his insides were coated with hot demon cum.

So much sperm was pumped into his hole it filled the stud completely, making him feel like he was going to burst. 

He was tossed to the side, his face coated with his own juice while his guts were overflowing with the demon’s. His ass was a gaping wide chasm, spewing cum onto the floor. 

Before Sam could reach blissful unconsciousness, the demon yanked him up by his hair, admiring the sight of the wrecked stud. He could only whimper pathetically as the claws pried open his mouth, and the dripping monster cock followed.

“I am enjoying your body, pathetic human. I will continue until my cravings have been satisfied, and my balls have been emptied.”

The demon’s rod slammed into Sam’s mouth, instantly unhinging his jaw and drilling into his throat. The beefcake’s violent gagging and sputtering was futile against the monstrosity. The demon continued until Sam’s nose was buried in his demonic pubes, and his cock had reached all the way to his stomach.

Sam’s breathing was fully blocked by the gigantic rod, his eyes misting over and sending streams of tears down his face, while the creature fucked his throat relentlessly. Soon enough, his entire body started spasming and convulsing, the lack of oxygen taking its toll on the poor boy.

The demon ignored his sputtering, and continued to pound his throat until Sam’s sculpted body went slack and lifeless. It had been too much for the hunk. His big arms fell limp alongside his torso, and his heart finally caved in to the exertion. 

But the stud’s peace was not to last. The monster simply clicked his claws, and held them above Sam’s bulging chest. “Return to me, mortal. We are not finished yet.”

Like an old car, Sam’s heart was jumpstarted back to life. His eyes shot open, and his body started struggling again as the demon continued to fuck his throat. The enormous rod took up virtually every inch of his thick neck, forcing its way down his esophagus like a tunnel drill. 

The helpless beefcake was about to black out again when the demon finally reached his second orgasm. With a deafening growl, the monster cock unleashed another bucketload into its victim. So much cum was pumped down his throat that Sam’s stomach and esophagus overflowed immediately, semen spewing out of his nose and mouth. 

A wave of sperm came with it as the demon pulled out of his mouth, only to flip the gorgeous stud around again. For several more hours, the demon fucked Sam into oblivion. Alternating between the slut’s two holes, he unleashed gallon after gallon of hot cum into the boy, completely wrecking his muscular body.

Sam’s own balls were involuntarily emptied as he endured the brutal rape. The amounts of pain and pleasure were too much for his human brain, making him shoot load after load onto himself without a single touch on his puny cock.

His heart gave out several more times, but the demon kept bringing him back to life without the slightest hint of effort. There was no escape for the hunky guy; all he could do was surrender to the explosion of feelings and hope the massive demon wouldn’t break him in half.

Finally, when the monster finished, Sam was thrown onto the floor. His once-so-flat stomach was swollen and bulging with cum, every last inch of his muscular body covered in white, sticky goo. The demon grinned at the sight, and brought his giant foot down on Sam’s bulging guts, pushing gallons of cum out of the ruined stud. Fountains of semen spewed out of his wrecked ass, mouth, nose, and even his eyes.

Like a deflated balloon, Sam lay in the puddle of sperm, whimpering and moaning softly. His eyes had rolled back into his head, and he had not a grain of strength left in him.

“Impressive, mortal,” the demon said. “You took more than I expected. Perhaps you will survive longer in my realm than your pathetic predecessors. I will take you with me, and enjoy your body until it breaks.”

“P..lease… m-more… more cock…” the broken stud whimpered, addicted to the monstrous rod. “Need y-your c..ock… p-please…”

The demon laughed, and threw Sam’s wrecked body over his shoulder. He opened a portal back to his demonic realm, and the two of them disappeared.

Sam was never seen or heard from again. 

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

“W-who are you?” the half-naked stud muttered, cautiously backing away.

“Aw, baby, did you forget already?” I grinned, “I’m the man who takes care of you. I’m your Master. Don’t you remember?”

“M-Master? I…I…” he stammered, frowning. I could see the painful confusion on his face, the desperate search for any memory at all, anything that could help him make sense of the present. But as per usual, there was nothing.

I took a step toward him, and the hunk nervously stepped back, almost tripping over the little table.

“Calm down, boy,” I sighed.

“No, s-stay away from me,” he spat, “I-I… w-what’s going on? Why c-can’t I remember anything?”

“Let me help you remember. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I took another step, and he stayed put this time. His beautifully beefy chest was heaving up and down, his pretty face contorted with frustration. His mind was in shambles, and the harder he tried, the more confused he’d get.

Carefully, like approaching a wounded animal, I placed a hand on his shoulder. The stud winced a little, but didn’t push me off.

“Do you remember how you got here?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“How old you are? Where you were born? Where you live?”

The boy closed his eyes, and shook his head again. Poor thing. He looked so distraught, so lost. My questions weren’t helping in the slightest.

“Do you even remember your name, boy?” I whispered. and he looked up at me with gorgeous, watery eyes. Again, he shook his head, and the first few tears silently slid down his face.

“I-I don’t remember anything,” he sobbed. “A-anything at all.”

I took the muscular hunk in my arms, and rubbed his head affectionately.  “Aw, it’s okay, baby,” I whispered, while he cried into my shoulder. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’m here to help you.”

My dick was already rock-hard in my pants, pressing against his slutty speedo, but the stud must’ve been too upset to notice. Right now, I was all he had, the only person in the world who was there to help him. His every instinct was telling him to trust me.

“Your name is Tug,” I said. He pulled his head back, and frowned.

“T-Tug?” he sniffed.

“That’s right. Tug. You always loved it the most when Master tugged at your fat cock, hence Tug. Suits you perfectly.”

“W-what?”

To illustrate my point, I slipped one hand into his tight speedo, and grabbed his big tools. Before he could push me off, I tugged at Tug’s dick - and a loud moan escaped his lips. His entire body shuddered at my touch.

“See?” I chuckled, “Feels familiar, doesn’t it?”

With two or three more tugs, his massive cock was stiff and leaking. I pulled it up, so that the beast was poking out of the speedo, and I let the hunk enjoy the sight of himself for a moment.  A part of him was trying to argue how wrong this was - but another, much louder part realized this did feel familiar. Being groped by Master, Master tugging at his cock… it was all still hazy, but familiar.

“So… m-my name’s Tug?” he muttered, “And… y-you’re my Master?”

“Good boy,” I said. The stud suddenly gasped a little, seemingly out of nowhere - but I knew better. Even though he still didn’t remember anything, his programming stuck. And my boy was programmed to enjoy receiving praise from his Master. Hearing me call him a good boy automatically bombarded him with a whole bunch of endorphins.

One of my hands had already found its way down the back of the hunk, grabbing those cakes with vigor. Tug was still on a major high from my two words, so he allowed it all. My hand slipped into the speedo, and another loud gasp escaped the boy as my finger found his hole.

“W-wha… what’s happening to me?” he stammered, instinctively bucking into my fingers, essentially fucking himself on my hand. His brain might still have been a mess, but his body remembered. I laughed, and let my other hand play around with his tits.

“You’re starting to remember,” I said. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Y-yeah, but-”

I slammed two fingers all the way into his cunt, and his words were cut off by a loud moan. Tug’s enormous cock was begging for attention, but the boy was too well-programmed to reach for it. He was aching for relief, but unable to provide it himself.

I took him with me to the next room, continually finger-fucking his tight ass, and showed him the king-sized bed. Without another word, I threw the muscular slut onto it, and unbuckled my belt.

“How are you feeling, Tug? Anything coming back to you yet?”

“I…I…” the stud muttered, breathing heavy, “I… n-need more…”

“What’s that?”

“My ass… I-I need more…. I..I… need your d-dick… p-please… please f-fuck me…”

“Please what?”

“P-please… please, Master.”

“Good boy,” I grinned, and I dove onto the gorgeous hunk. I tore the slutty speedo off, yanked his legs up, and pushed inside him with ease.  He didn’t remember, of course, but there was still a load that I’d shot up there earlier, which now acted as a much needed lubricant.

Tug threw his head back and moaned like a bitch as I finally fucked his desperate pussy again. With every thrust, I saw the memories flooding back to him. Memories of sucking cock, licking cock, worshipping cock. Memories of bondage sessions, gangbangs, dungeons. This was his life, his purpose. Getting fucked by Master like the perfect fag he was. How could he ever have forgotten?

Watching the muscular stud squirm underneath me, his big tits bouncing up and down like Jell-O, his enormous boner swaying around like a tail, made me want to pound his fat ass harder and harder. I dug my nails in his pecs and slammed all the way into him, battering his prostate and driving the bitch insane in the process.

He was so tight, so goddamn beautiful. No matter how much longer I wanted to tear his cunt to shreds, I felt myself getting close after half an hour or so.

“Want Master to breed you, slut?” I growled, clawing the beefy chest. 

Tug nodded furiously, no longer able to produce any human sounds. He could only moan and whine like an animal in heat as I split his tight hole open. I grabbed his fat rod, and groaned victoriously.

All it took was one last tug at his swaying cock to send him over the edge. Tug’s beautiful, ripped body contracted, his back arched, and a loud, devastating howl rose from his throat as he sprayed a big load all over his sweaty torso.

At the same time, I buried myself completely inside him, filling his cunt with my semen. Once again marking his perfect ass as mine. I clung onto his sculpted body until my orgasm subsided, and I crashed next to him onto the bed.

Out of sheer instinct, Tug crawled over me and started licking my cock clean. 

“Such a good boy,” I grinned, petting the obedient slut. “You finally remember, don’t you?”

He nodded, tasting his own pussy on my cock as he cleaned me up.

Once, in a previous life, Tug had been a straight, smart, successful alpha man. A girlfriend, a job, a house, the whole package. But that was a long time ago.

Those memories were forever gone.  These days, Tug was my bitch. 

It had been a risk, abducting the muscular stud at the gym. Normally, I’d only take cash-hungry, desperate college jocks, who’d willingly meet me thinking they’d only have to get their cocks sucked for a couple bucks. But when I saw this one, shirtless after his workout, I just had to have him. It was a bit of a hassle, but in the end, I had him naked in my basement, tied to a chair and strapped into the machine.

The machine took care of the rest. It destroyed his memories, all the useless ones, and replaced them with filthy ones instead. For almost 72 hours, the poor hunk was bombarded with imagery of guys getting fucked, sucking cock, eating ass, and a whole lot more. At the same time, his dick was constantly milked, keeping him on edge to ensure these new images would be associated with arousal. The machine planted an entirely new set of programming into the stud, effectively turning him into a brainless, horny fag slut.

But the best part about the machine was that it installed a kind of ‘reset’ feature. Not a complete reset, of course - the alpha man who had once been was impossible to get back - but a reset of his most recent memories. If I activated it, the stud suddenly forgot about all those months of serving me, serving cock. In fact, he forgot pretty much everything.

I loved pushing that button, just to see him as confused as he had been the first day, fresh out of the machine.

“You should really stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Erasing all his memories.”

“Why would I? It’s my favorite part! I love seeing him so helpless and confused, every time. Can’t get enough of that.”

“I know, but you do it more than once a week. Almost every day, actually. It’s gonna start messing with his programming, soon.”

“So what? I’ll just throw him back into the machine. Give his brain another good fry.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Oh, well, then I’ll keep him with the others in permanent storage. Not much damage he can do there. He can spend the rest of his life in chains and leather, 30 feet underground.”

[toyboysplanet]

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

The local football team was running a little low on cash, lately. Sponsorships just weren’t what they used to be, and funding had been lacking. So Coach came up with the wonderful idea to organize a good old-fashioned carwash.

Everyone in town came by to watch their favorite group of studs, half-naked, lathered up with soap, working their asses off to save their precious team. And boys will be boys, of course. The jocks were fooling around all day, toying with each other’s soaked briefs and rubbing their bodies up and down. Clowning around, grabbing each other’s junk, and shaking their booties for the customers.

Coach was soon to find out their tips would be even better, when his boys messed around with each other like that. Especially their gay customers seemed to be pleased. He had noticed a number of cars hanging around after they’d been washed. Some of them even paid for a wash up more than once, just to enjoy the sight of the ripped, gleaming studs bent over the hood.

Before long, Coach got an even better idea. He went up to these loyal male customers, and told them of an extra special feature of the carwash, later that night. Something that would really be worth their cash. When all the soccer moms and suburban families had gone home, and the jocks were exhausted after a whole day of soap and foolery, a small crowd of horny gay men had gathered.

That’s when Coach told his boys to lose the briefs. While the customers cheered loudly, the straight jocks obeyed. It didn’t matter whether they wanted this or not; Coach had given them an order, and that was that. No one would ever dare disobey Coach. Within a couple moments, the men were laughing at an entire row of naked, embarrassed studs.

“Take your pick, gentlemen,” Coach said, counting the wads of cash with a big grin on his face. “These boys have been washing each other clean all day. It’s time for them to get a lil’ dirty again.”

Like a pack of hungry wolves, the men dove onto the young hunks.

For the rest of the night, the carwash was filled with groans, gasps, and the unmistakeable sound of balls slapping against balls. Every single soaped-up jock butt was grabbed, pounded, and torn to shreds. The studs were fucked on the hoods of the cars they’d spent all day washing. They were spitroasted, choked on cock after cock, and could do nothing but writhe and moan as the men impaled them upon their rods.

Especially the quarterback was popular. As the prettiest, strongest of all, he was the pick of maybe five, six hungry men. The prime jock was double-dicked well into the night, subject to a brutal gangbang right before the eyes of his teammates. He begged his Coach for help, but the older man just watched and grinned at the sight. The quarterback squirmed, screamed and cried like a little bitch as the men ruined his perfect bubble butt. When morning came, the fucked out stud was thrown into the back of a car, and driven off to enjoy several more hours of ass-pounding at one of the men’s homes. Coach had received a generous sum in return. 

Sure, Coach knew his boys weren’t gonna be doing much damage on the field, anytime soon. But that didn’t really matter. With the money he’d made, he could buy a whole new damn team. He would keep these wrecked sluts as a permanent source of income, and just get himself a bunch of new jocks to replace them on the field. Even if they weren’t as skilled as the old crew, it didn’t really matter.

Coach no longer cared if they were going to win or lose. Either way, Coach was going to be living very comfortably, with all his jockwhores to support him.