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“i don’t know. sweaty, naked wrestling sounds hot. may even let you get away with it if you catch it all on film…” with the way ryder teases and looks at chuck, the way he’s so comfortable around his boyfriend, with the way he definitely wants to hump right now despite that powerful post-practice funk … they’ve not fucked. sure, they’ve run around the bases a little bit (the hike in question a prime example) but a home run? up until that day it’s been out of the question. “some fun, huh? you haven’t worn yourself out yet stud?” ryder quips, giving his boyfriend’s crotch a soft smack. that right there is exactly why, well that and ryder’s simple observations. he’s been around the morgan house enough to hear the cries and screams through the walls. he’s seen the bowlegged sluts hobbling through the front door with cum practically squirting down their legs. going all the way with a morgan is no simple feat, and that fact alone’s been the source of ryder’s hesitation. but chuck looks so cute when he’s nervous, and after the day he’s had and the lust chuck has managed to ignite, ryder feels like he shouldn’t pass this chance up. “i’ll tell you what,” he says after a moment of playing with chuck’s sweat-damp hair. “i’ll drive, and if you do a good job of getting me worked up on the way to your house, we’ll hop in the shower together and see what happens.” with a finaly squeeze of his boyfriend’s hand and a playful smirk, ryder turns and walks hurridley off, spinning his key ring on his index finger. “you’re allowed to start now, by the way. if you’re not too distracted watching me walk away…”

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getting ryder worked up is almost too easily of a challenge for chuck, he knows his boyfriend like the back of his hands, much like ryder would know him, but nevertheless, he nods in agreement, taking in the sight of his boyfriends plump rear. the ginger almost stumbles over his feet to catch up with ryder, softly tackling him into the side of his car and wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he peppers his shoulder blades with kisses, “who says we have to drive anywhere” he giggles, hands dropping to grope at ryder’s crotch, “i know you are scared to be with me… for obvious reasons” said obvious reason poking into his backside, “but i might have an idea…” he spins ryder around, locking eyes with him and smiling as he gives him a quick peck on the lips, “how would you feel about breaking in a morgan?” he audibly gulps, nerves quite high, sure his thought of the idea now and then but actually saying it is something else. with a shaky hand he takes a hold of ryder’s hand and slides it softly down his abs before slipping his hand down the back of his waistband, “they say sweat makes great lube, and i’m feeling pretty damn sweaty after practice and the back of your cars so big and i know you’ve been wanting to christen it since you bought it… so whadya say ry ry?”

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billy feels warm and hazy, not to mention all of liam’s casually touching plus the tone of their conversation are quickly turning the innocent boy on. “if i took you up on your offer i might have to worry about kids!” he quips, laughing uninhibitedly. “but it’s fine, i’m not really allowed to do … that kind of stuff, even by myself. wouldn’t even know where to begin.” and it’s true. he knows what sex and masturbation are, he’s just never tried. despite this, his legs spread too, a clear indicator that his virginal existence isn’t compelling him to move liam’s hand from the inside of his thigh. billy, being new to weed, quickly succumbs to its effects and he spaces out for a moment, looking around the trailer in awe. “so … you do that kind of stuff around here often? like … even on his bed?” clearly the idea is sticking with billy, and clearly he’s imagining what that might look like. whatever fantasies he’s concocting are quick to make him chub up. with his legs all open as they are, all billy can do his grab his bulge and readjust for his comfort, but the contact makes him groan gently, even bite his lip some. “how many people have you done it with?”

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liam licks his lips and takes in the tantalising sight of the sweet little virgin splayed out beside him, it takes every ounce of his willpower not to throw the blond’s legs over his shoulder and make him scream bloody murder as his hole’s ruined by liam’s dilf dick. instead, he settles for sliding a hand-over to give billy’s chub a gentle squeeze, meeting his gaze with a nod of encouragement and a small smile, “more than you can probably count blondie and that’s only this week. ladies and fellas just can’t seem to get enough of me” he softly laughs and takes the initiative, tugging billy’s shorts down to his knees, and unsurprisingly a little pink cock springs free, already hard as fucking steel, liam follows suit and soon his boxers are on the floor beside them, his cock primed and ready. he takes one of billy’s hands and gently wraps it around his cock, as liam does the same with billy’s “follow along and just do what i do, you’ll be alright my boy” he coaxes. slowly but surely he starts to pump billy’s pretty pink cock, he can feel it throb almost violently in his hands when he lets a few stray fingers drop to tug at his balls, hairless and clearly pent-up, a stark contrast to his hairy low hangers, “how you feelin’?” he nudges the other with his shoulder, his aim only to make sure his guest feels right at home.

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carter is a big dog. the top dog. that’s the paradigm he’s functioned under through high school and college. why would he think that the work force after school would be any different? being his true, natural, alpha self had him drowning in pussy juice and possessing the ire of every beta-cuck who wished they were man enough to be him. it should be a privilege to merely be in his presence and even more so for him to to actually recount his tales of alphadom to the pitiful masses. 

so then why? why after a day of trying to help these soyboys (a name he threw at charlie and david while stretching the corners of his eyes) would they have the gumption to do this to him? strip him down, cuff him up … it’s not fair, and the longer it goes on the angrier carter gets. like a beast, he rages against the binds that hold him however between the two men about to have a field day with his body, all his struggles do nothing to prevent him from being bent over a desk like a bitch and degraded like a bitch. 

“keep your puny fucking dick away from me!” carter roars after the first spank. “get your hands off of me! you wanna die today motherfuckers? how ‘bout you take these fucking handcuffs off then see how tough you both are. you two dickless cucks are too scared to take me on like men so you have to resort to cheap tricks, huh? i’d fuck both of you up if i got the chance, let’s go!” he screams, bucking against the desk but with the way david and charlie have him pinned carter isn’t going anywhere. 

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it all happens in a blink of an eye before david can even reach his hand down to muzzle carter. he looks at charlie and emits a rather deep sigh, if david knew anything about charlie it was that the man loved a challenge, and he never backed away from one either, add in good ‘ole fighting and well it was like waving a red flag at a damn raging bull.

charlie’s smile grew as howled out in excitement “you wanna fucking go you little freak?” he spanked carter’s fat pale ass one last time as he left the corner office, heading into the main office to move around desks in order to make a makeshift ring for the two to trade blows in. “your really gonna regret asking to go one on one” david chuckles as he unlocks the handcuffs and drags carter out of the office and pushes him to the floor in front of charlie, whose stretching and warming up.

charlie still with a smug grin leers down at his opponent, fourteen years of taking mma and krav maga and finally, the asian beast gets to display his skills, against a lil’ beta cuck no less, he kneels down and gives carter a playful slap across the face, “how's it's going to feel when a soy boy beats that cracker ass of your bitch?” he chuckles and unlocks the cuffs, “c’mon little dick, i’ll let you get in first hit”, charlie steps back and bounces on his heels, readying himself for anything this pathetic fuck can throw at him.

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between his lingering orgasm and ryder’s praise, jayne is in heaven. his body still trembles and shakes with pleasure even as the last of his load drips out of his dick. he’s so hard and sensitive, but clearly ryder’s not done with him yet. at least jayne won’t let the other be until he’s stuffing jayne’s ass for the first time. hims limbs are still tingling when ryder lays him out on his back. this view has got to be jayne’s favorite. ryder’s firm, muscled body hovering over his, those magic hands still working him over good … it should be of no surprise that jayne begins to selfishly rub over every inch of the other’s body he can reach. it’s a form of praise, one that turns him on and gets him to start thrusting rhythmically into ryder’s hand even without being prompted. cum may be sliding all over his abdomen, but there’s no way his cock could soften with this view. “teach me how a real stud fucks … please?” jayne pants, face alive with delight while his fingers traverse ryder’s fur-covered torso. across his chest, down his washboard abs, and all the way back up to tweak his nipples without stilling his hips for a moment. jayne’s eyelids flutter from the pleasure of rubbing his dick between ryder’s veiny one and his firm grasp. he’s in complete ecstasy, unable to silence himself at all. the boom mikes can pick up all wet cock-sloshing and slutty proclamations with ease. “i’m a man now, i can take it hard like one,” jayne assures, nodding wildly as his thrusts get harder and harder like he’s hoping ryder will be with him. “all night long if that’s what it takes to stay warm, right?”  

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ryder can help but chuckle softly at the young stallion laying under him, he can only imagine the energy back at base after soren’s disastrous performance in his challenge and now how easily jayne’s spread his legs. he leans down and gives jayne small peck on the cheek, a hand snaking down his hairy chest to scoop up some seed despotised all the man’s stomach, “the seed of a fucking alpha” he smiles as he sucks some of his fingertips before rubbing it along jayne’s lips, “bro you’re a fucking stud, look at you with that monster cock still throbbing” ryder steadily rocks his hips as he continues to boost the dudes ego, and he can’t fucking help but do it, whilst considered the baby of the competition ryder thinks jayne could easily take on men twice his size, “c’mon bro say it, say you could top soren, say you’re more of a man then fucking creed, even my fucking brothers are no match for you” he grips hold of jayne’s thighs and throws his legs over his shoulders, “fully embrace being a man, no… being a fucking alpha” ryder isn’t sure why but he throws his head back and howls as he lets the tip of his cock slide into jayne’s tight hole.

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soren is practically frothing at the mouth, fiending for a taste and hunter just offers? it’s too good to be true yet that’s the situation he finds himself in. the glorious dick and balls in his grasp are massive beyond compare, way larger than his. as much as it pains him to say he’s not the superior man between the two of them, and with the gas messing with soren’s head paying tribute is something he absolutely has to do even if he’s positive his holes might break from the effort. “hey, who the hell do you think i am? you may have a godcock i’m dying to get inside of me but you better watch your mouth with that shit,” soren growls, obviously taking offense to some of hunters words, still stroking him off. “i don’t fuck around with boys. only a man can hold me down.” and hunter’s a man for sure. soren inhales through his parted lips during his descent to his knees, mouth ghosting over hunter’s hairy bod taking in his natural musk. it gets soren hard as steel too, cockhead dripping precum already despite how all his attention is on hunter’s. he’s already groaning, and after a few whiffs of hunter’s bush and a little slapping of the stiff meat on his tongue, his mouth slowly envelopes the other, pleasured noises quickly turning into choking sounds the further he goes.  

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until today hunter had never basked in the glory that came with his size and strength, unlike his brother’s hunter was humble and modest, besides naked survival hunter never set out to prove he was some macho top dog figure, sure he captained and lead his brothers to victory but that was just due to age superiority and maturity and well frankly… one good look at his brothers and you’d see why only he could step up. the gas though was changing all that, trying as he may to withstand it, he simply couldn’t, he wanted to flex his power, his strength, he wanted to be the top dog. a low growl escapes from his throat at soren’s words of defiance, and he simply just snarls as soren wraps his cocksucking lips around his mighty cock, but he hasn’t earned that right yet and hunter needs to make it known, he grips a handful of soren’s hair and rips him off his cock with a loud pop, “i’m you’re fucking king” he makes clear as he pulls soren to his feet then swings around and locks him in a full-nelson hold, before sweeping soren’s legs out from under him and taking the commander to the floor in an instant, hunter’s hips bucking slowly, grinding his godcock against soren’s crack. “who's the real man now bitch?” he whispers quietly into soren’s ear, continuously grinding still, “if you admit you’re a lil’ pillow biting princess with a dick the size of a clit you can get exactly what you what” he threatens with an airy chuckle.

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crowe’s had it with this cocky upstart. his disrespectful attitude, his bullshit entitlement, and worst of all his demeaning of coach bruno all push crowe to snap. “fine, then get out of here! this is the best school and you’re treating this whole thing like a joke. we don’t need you and we don’t want you, right coach?” crowe rages, ready to attack henry and teach him a lesson. bruno is huge, crowe even bigger. alone they’d probably each be able to take henry without much hassle, together they could pound the asswipe into the ground and make it so he’s too busted up to have an upcoming season at all. but while he spins around to bruno expecting his coach to back him up, what he actually sees is beyond his understanding.

bruno doesn’t seem to regard crowe’s outburst in the slightest. in fact, his measured expression is focus entirely on henry’s departing visage. “ok wait. mr. wilde wait!” he exclaims before henry gets a chance to leave. “i have it on good authority that collins is nothing but a limp-dicked cuck. not only will he fail to coach you well, his players run a train on his and his wife’s ass regularly. if sticking your dick in your upperclassmen’s loose sloppy seconds as consolation for a losing season is your idea of a good time, then by all means walk out that door.” bruno pauses as he rises from his desk, contract in hand. “my idea of fun is a little different. using crowe’s forehead as a desk while he’s deepthroating you to sign the contract sounds more fun, yeah? imagine how humiliating that story would be for him if the other players found out how exactly a freshman managed to make captain.” it was something a little extra bruno thought might sweeten the deal. crowe, still in disbelief, can only stare dumbfounded and watch this interaction take place. bruno, paying him no mind, walks right up to the smallest man in the room, pushes the papers into his chest, and boldly grips henry’s length over his pants, admittedly impressed at what he feels. “sign, then we can talk about what i’ll let you do to my ass. i’m twice the man collins is, and i’ll go twice as far to get you on my team.”

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well wasn’t this day turning out to be the fruitful endeavour for the asian jock, originally he’d just plan to make a mockery of both coaches before signing with whoever offered the most money, instead here he had coach throwing himself and best player at him like a damn pimp, it was the simply best kind of chaos and it was far from over. bruno was adamant that much was sure, and the raging bull behind him was anything but cheerful about the prospect of being degraded in such various ways. henry titled his head and gave crowe a smug wink before turning his attention to the real man in charge, “now that you mention it coach collins did seem to walk like a train ran through him” he chuckled and pushed away the man’s groping hand, which albeit big as it was, still seemed to pale in comparison to henry’s unit hidden in his jeans as he took as seat at the desk once again.

“now coach bruno, i take it you’re a smart man and as a fellow smart man as well you know i can’t simply just sign the contract right away, my lawyer will have to go over statistics and what-not, frankly i’ve read too many horror stories about signing the dotted line before reading anyway” he picked up the contract and flicked through the pages, “although...” he cleared his throat and straightened up, winking once again at crowe in the corner, “a little...or big in this case, pre-signing bonus could tempt me to forgo all those shenanigans and simply just… sign the contract right away” a smug grin and a head tilt, “i’m sure a man of your profession wouldn’t put anything inequitable in this contract after all, so i’m very tempted to sign it, but as i said before a pre-signing bonus wouldn’t go astray, preferably from the both of you, so i know how serious this team is to sign me” with that he unzipped his jeans and slid a hand down his pants.

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“chuck, come in here my boy.” his boy, frankly what regis considers chuck to be at this point. beckoning the stud into his office using said title has become common practice, something the rest of the team has come to expect it without suspecting any foul play. and why would they? chuck is the team’s star player after all, so it’s perfectly natural for a coach to want to give him more one-on-one time than other players. there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way regis stares at chuck’s near-naked body, or the way his gaze lingers on the bulging pouch between his thighs, or the way he licks his lips as he takes it all in … absolutely nothing wrong at all. 

“with the way you fellas have been playing lately, i’m not the slightest bit concerned. the stallions are quite the team.” for all intents and purposes, regis has been completely appropriate in his manner regarding the young student. up until now that is. “but honestly, that’s because the team has a real stallion leading them to victory week after week, isn’t that right my boy?” he grins, slapping chuck’s thigh playfully with the back of his hand. “you’re quite the talent chuck, and i mean that. you’re good enough to get scholarships, maybe even go pro one day. in fact, i think it’s due time we take you to the next level. i think i can help you up your game even more. you interested?” taking a seat across from chuck puts regis in an excellent position. he can lean forward, set his hands on chuck’s knees, and slide them up ever so slightly to feel the curves at the base of his quads. it takes all his will power to not groan in delight right there. “whaddya say? you ready to start your super secret special training with coach? you’ll start to surprise yourself with how good you become, i promise…”

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he can feel the heat pooling in his gut move to his crotch at an alarming rate as coach regis slides his hands up his muscular squads, still dripping with sweat, and suffice to say it isn’t the first time chuck’s had these sorts of feelings for his coach, the same coach that he also considers a father figure since his real dad bolted on him and his siblings years ago. despite his best intentions chuck can hardly say no to the man in front of him, if rumours are to be believed super secret training with coach regis turns you into a megastar, he remembers last year witnessing the former quarterback henry wilde exiting the coach’s office, albeit limping, but he seemed more of a man than before, his glory on the field only multiplied tenfold that following days, and chuck wants that, he wants to be a legend in the game.

“of course, coach, i’ll do anything. you say jump i’ll say how high” he lets out a giddy laugh, “hell you say take off your jock and swing it around and i will” in fact to make a point chuck jumps up from his chair and strips off starkers, swinging his discard jockstrap in the air until he slips free and falls across regis’ face, all whilst forgetting about his rather tiny issue of being turned on by his coach, his hard cock at thirteen inches wailing around in the air. “can we start now, please coach, i don’t want to waste a single day more”.

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it takes every ounce of pierce’s resolve to not cast even a sideways glance at lachlan, who he can only assume is giving the bullshit report travis should’ve given. despite his what he previously said, pierce really does wish travis had lied if the truth is that bad. gabriel vidal? even someone with pierce’s convictions would hesitate before doing anything that might make an enemy of the crimelord, thus the lack of recording anything that travis recounts. in fact, pierce is frozen, his wide-eyed expression the only indicator that he’s cognizant. “what the hell are you talking about?” he finally says, taking out his notepad to write down his report. “it sounds like lachlan defended you from an assailant who attacked you unprovoked for reasons unknown. you didn’t tell me anything else.” fear has taken root in his heart, which causes him to lie. it’s a lie his stern gaze pleads with travis to accept. pierce knows, he knows the gravity of reneging on his convictions and what it will mean for both of their psyche’s, but travis’s life is on the line and a black mark on the soul is just a small price to pay to protect him. pierce’s only regret is that he has to force the other down this path when the guilt seems to already be getting to him. “that is correct, isn’t it officer? a beat cop like you has nothing to do with organized crime, so i didn’t hear a damn thing from you about nonsense you know nothing about.” his voice, low and commanding, delivers the command just as his partner and lachlan walk up. “pretty open and shut case it seems. sounds like officer valentine is a real hero. officer taylor thinks so at least.” pierce is careful to look directly at lachlan as he says this, not wanting to expose travis to anymore risk. however, the measured look in his eyes vanishes when he glances at travis again, replaced with a pleading urgency. “unless officer taylor has anything to add, you gentleman are cleared to leave the crime scene. fid will handle things from here.”

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travis’ jaw hits the floor, figuratively and literally, pierce is the last person he expected to be in on the vidal bandwagon, despite being much the same age travis has always looked up to pierce and his values, the man was made the youngest detective in the states not only for said values but his unwavering loyalty to the job, or so travis thought, perhaps that's just another lie he’s been told to mask another vidal bootlicker, “you’re right actually pierce, nothing more to add officer” travis fakes his best professional tone, but the hint of snark in there is too apparent. he waits motionless and silently as the rest of the officers file out of the room, panic starts to rise in his chest, has his little outburst caused him to be public enemy number one with the vidals, his brain rattles it over again and again until he catches movement from pierce out the corner of his eye, anger quickly replaces the panic as his massive frame launches out of the chair, flipped over the table as he lunges at pierce, gripping him by his collar and slamming him up against the wall, pierce’s legs unable to even touch the floor with how high travis has him held up. “i looked up to you, trusted you, hell honestly i thought besides lachlan you were the hottest dude at this precinct, turns out you’re a disappointment, another vidal bootlicker” he thinks before he acts as he spits across piece's face in disgust and finally letting the man drop to the floor, “not all of us are so easily brought though, mark my words i will take him down, because unlike you, a vidal isn’t smashing up my backdoor” with a grunt travis turns about face and marches off.

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jayne is definitely way to eager for david to feel him up. he rolls his neck and visibly relaxes while the hot stud goes to work on him. it may just been sunscreen, but jayne fines the contact erotic and it shows. the way he sighs and groans is proof his husband hasn’t been giving the horny man nearly enough attention. his thoughts are fare from innocent, and just when he’s about to push his ass out a little just so he can rub against that intimidatingly enticing bulge when david pulls away. “w-what … i mean yeah of course! it’s the least i can do,” he says in response to david’s request, cleary dazed. jayne is so turned on right now that he’s starting to stiffen up in his thong, causing the fabric to stretch around his trapped cock. he doesn’t readjust himself or anything, simply picks up the bottle, squirts some sunscreen in his hands, and walks right up to david. the young stud is capable of rubbing the stuff on his front, but jayne doesn’t care. this is his first chance to feel up that firm, slender body of his and like the pent up honrball he is, he takes full advantage. jayne rubs every inch in awe of how it feels. he gets so close that his own bulging pouch rubs right against david’s. the size difference makes him tremble. “i’m amazed you can get any work done in that speedo. seems a little tight,” he mutters, his tone heady and a little desperate. they’re close enough to kiss, but jayne is getting off just from david’s scent. “though you should enjoy the ability to wear one while you can. my husband could never fill one out like you.” jayne’s hands settle on david’s hips, keeping him close,  while he licks his lips getting harder at his imaginings of the beast confined by that flimsy fabric. 

david can only grin smugly as jayne’s bulge press’ against his own, the married gent is like putty in his hands, and it’s almost hysterical how easy it was to seduce him, not that he had much competition like jayne said, his husband lacks the ability to fill out a speedo, david can attest to that with the few times he’s tried to laud himself around the pool on his days off when davids been working. with pretenses all but dropped and ulterior motives in full view, david can’t help but take control of the situation as he turns jayne about-face and manhandles him into the glass window separating outside from in, “you want to keep talking about that beta bitch of a husband and my work ethic or do you want your pussy that far ruined that your husband’s girth can’t touch the sides?” he whispers softly, reaching down to rip jayne’s thong completely off him then holding it up to his nose and taking a massive whiff, “smells like depraved whore, the best kind of smell” he grunts, tossing it aside and making a mental note to take it home later as a trophy. finally, he decides to unsheathe his own weapon of ass destruction from its tight confines, and although still soft he knows it’ll still pack a punch if he sticks it in end this needy sluts' ass, but alas he doesn’t he wants david writhing and needy before he sticks his prick in, instead, he slaps his girth across the other’s pale cheeks and laughs, “what i’d give for your husband to witness this” and the lightbulb moment goes off in his brain as he backs off of david and trots over to the beach-chair, grabbing jayne’s phone and hitting record as he sinks into the chair, beckoning over the husband with a snap of his fingers.

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brooks switches from his version of level-headed to seeing red in an instant. it’s got nothing to do with the way gabriel talks down to him or the incendiary things he actually says. brooks is hung up on the realization of how exactly the boss went about manipulating his brothers. he never deluded himself into believing gabriel saw him as more than a cockwarmer, but maybe he thought of himself as a little special to the man at least. that’s what has him so butt hurt, and before he can see reason brooks is squaring up, closing the distance and getting nose-to-nose with vidal while clearly seething. the men behind him are obviously unsettled by this development, there’s a bit of delay to them reaching for their gun holsters while they process the entanglement gabriel hints at. to brooks, it’s purely personal now, which is why he tells them to get out much to their relief, all without breaking eye contact for a moment. no one except for gabriel vidal would dare talk to brooks hammer like that, which is part of the reason he’s suddenly so turned on. “so you fucked my brothers, huh? all three? doubt it felt good, rumor has it they’re shit lays.” alone with gabe again, so close, with his forest of chest hair just teasing the edges of brooks’s vision. how could he possibly focus on business right now? his tone is breathy, heady, yet still angry. he intended to remain professional, but he’s running hot now so that’s out of the question. “i run my family, not you. don’t go near my brothers again. don’t touch them, don’t give them orders. you want something from us, you go through me, got it?” brooks says, swallowing audibly to try and relieve his dry throat. he accidentally let himself start thinking about the last time gabe touched him, the lust from the memory churning in with his current anger. brooks can’t decide whether he wants to fight or ride more, but this twisted rage he’s experiencing is making his his bulge throb.

if this blonde-haired baby faced whore dared ordained the thought of telling gabriel vidal what he could and couldn’t do, then he had another thing coming. with a simple grunt of irritation gabe reached and wrapped a hand around brooks’ throat, forcing him up against a nearby concrete column “if i want to fuck each of your brothers stacked on top of each then use their fucking juices to lube up my mighty cock for your pink hairless cunt then i will boy and theirs, not a damn thing you can say or do, short of killing your own blood that’ll stop me” gabe let out a mighty cackle as he dropped his grip on the blond’s throat, but not before giving him a soft slap across the cheek, his thumb lingering on those perky lips that had been firmly wrapped around his cock only days ago. “now if that’s all for today i’ll be off, i’m expected elsewhere, the devil never sleeps as the old saying goes” he goes to leave brooks on that note but does a sudden turnabout face, returning with a cocky smirk fixed across his face, “you know brooks, missed you in my bed last night” he slides his large arms around the young man and pulls him in close, whilst antics with brooks will cost him some time on his next meeting, it’s hardly an opportunity he can pass up and with how heated the two have gotten, gabe can only imagine the little spitfire in action, “look maybe we can come to some arrangement if it pleases you, i won’t touch your brothers in the foreseeable future… only if you give me something of ample exchange” it’s crystal clear just what gabe mean, a hand snaking down to grope brooks’ ass cheeks only proving his point.

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chance loves a wilde kiss more than anything. it’s so much hotter than when he kisses his girlfriend. he’s so exhilarated, kissing back almost desperately, that he barely notices henry stripping him down. god, even the way he gets chance naked is a turn on to the ginger.

“are you surprised? jonsey’s still probably knocked out. man, you really went to town on him.” henry’s praise, verbal or not, means everything to chance. he’s throbbing as he’s gently stroked, reveling in the worship henry offers. to chance, the other has exclusive rights. after all, he wouldn’t work out nearly as much as he does if he wasn’t trying to constantly keep up with henry.

in an act of worship of his one, chance’s eyes glimmer as he brings one of henry’s hands to his lips, kissing the bloodied knuckles appreciatively while he moans. “you’d think after getting fucked by you, she’d have opened up enough to handle me. guess not,” he sighs. chance angles his hips so he can start rubbing his ass against henry’s dick, trying to get the stud as hard as he is. “tried to give her tips and even pulled a henry. she did not like being held down and told to take it. not like i do i mean.”

henry brushes the back of his hand across chance’s lips and simply smiles, the man is smitten with him, for how long who truly knows, but henry knows the ginger would do anything henry demands of him, henry could very well flop his hairy nut sack out at practice tomorrow and chance would drop to his knees and lovingly service them like it was his last meal, right in front of the whole team if henry deigned. henry’s unusual niceties and gentleness turn on a dime as he wraps a firm hand around chance’s throat, the asian jock can feel chance’s pulse quicken in the palm of his hand, seems even his best mate fears him, and he has every right too, chance despite his god-like worship of him wouldn’t be immune to henry’s rage if he ever stepped a foot wrong. “why you have a girlfriend, i’ll never know” henry snickers as he tightens his grasp, his free fist snaking down to wrap around his cock, positioning it against the ginger’s hole, “jonesy despite that cunts stupidity is right, you are a total faggot chance” and with that he spears his cock into the tight jock pussy, proudly beaming as he feels himself sink balls deep, “maybe i should’ve let jonesy have his way with you, it’s probably what you wanted deep down” he says spitting into chance’s face.

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getting manhandled by coach reigns like this turns donnie on so much. he’s hard in no time, breathing heavily and feeling up the perfectly hairy muscle bod before him as much as he can. with the wild way he’s stripped down, donnie is amazed he can even keep his wits about him. in a way he can’t, coach manages to effortlessly work him into a frenzy that has the younger grinding desperately against the massive weight bearing down on him. donnie is slow to follow orders, instead choosing to wrap his limbs around the rhino’s wide body and kissing him back just as frantically. he can feel his throbbing, pre-leaking cock rub against reigns’ own intimidatingly large dick, making the boy groan out of need. “god coach … i’ve wanted this for years! you have no idea…” he pants, grinning while pressing their foreheads. now he’s ready to lay back, so he lowers himself down still worshipping the rhino’s manly build by running his hands along his torso. donnie splits his legs in a perfect spread eagle, showing off his flexibility and hungry hole to the man. “but i have a little problem with that plan of yours,” he coos with a gentle smirk. “i am a bit of a whore, so who’s to say i won’t go looking for some jock to use your cum as lube and slide in me when we’re done?” maybe donnie likes the idea of poking the proverbial beast a bit. after all, there are countless rumors floating around school about how coach reigns got his nickname. donnie wants to learn the truth for his own, and he doesn’t think that’ll happen if coach is concerned with keeping his hole intact. “i think the only way to really prove you deserve to be my daddy is to fuck my hole like you own it. break me, if you’re man enough that is. if i have to limp into your office tomorrow, that’s my problem. you just have to focus on making sure i can’t think of any man but you by the time you bust…”

reigns knows perfectly well what donnie is doing, which is why he’s so fucking frustrated that it’s working just as planned, no doubt. his mind races with images of donnie’s legs wrapped around some of his players, and he pulls a look of pure disgust, he tightens his grip on donnie’s thighs, reigns knows they’ll be bruising but cares little and as he locks eyes with donnie he drives his knob into don’s perky pink hole, it’s rough, raw and bare, but reign’s doesn’t just stop there, he moves his hands to wrap around the cheerleader’s waist and spears the remaining inches nice and deep. “no ones going to want you after daddy is finished with you” he sneers and backhands the blond, a little harder than necessary, “none of those boys you want to fuck around with even come close to fulfilling your needs” to make a point he pulls out his vast length and waits for just a moment before spearing it back in balls deep, “you wouldn’t be here otherwise sweetheart” with that he leans down to lock lips, more so to keep donnie quiet as he drives home his cock over and over, powerful and hard thrusts, reigns figures the table beneath them is no doubt moments away from breaking, but he doesn’t let up, he wants donnie to know he’s gotten what he wanted, he’s woken the rhino.

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chris & travis as cops, that've recently arrested the drug lord at large gabe, a thorn in the mayor's side after gabe offed his wife. as a reward the mayor invites chris & travis over for dinner at his mansion with his only son (darren barnet), but after urgent business pops up the mayor must leave the two cops in the hands of his son whose all to eager to reward the two tops with his massive cock breaching both there assholes.

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they’d been lauded as heroes for taking down the tyrant, and as such enjoyed the delicacies that came their way. one such event was dinner at the mayor’s house, a black-tie event as the invasion read, which neither was used too, but nevertheless they donned their ill fitting suits and arrived punctually early, only to be greeted with the mayor himself being called away for business for a few hours, with the two cops being left in the capable hands of his son.

the arrival of mayor kingston’s son drew the cops' eyes for all the wrong reasons, one the man was hardly dressed for a formal event as the mayor had made this out to be, and two the massive behemoth that swung between his thighs when he walked, it was mesmerizing.

travis was the first to stand up and offer a greeting handshake to the kid, “you must be kingston’s son, i’m officer travis taylor —”

“and i’m officer chris morgan” the blond interrupted boisterously as he follow travis’ suit and rose to offer a handshake, forgetting all about the tent forming in his trousers thanks to the other’s entrance.

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brandon larracuente and mark consuelos as father and son. basically the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, brandon's a stud that plays the field a fucking alpha around town, much like ole pops was whose now settled down slightly. for brandon's 21st daddy mark decides to take his only boy out to the local strip club where a stray comment from brandon about how he is more of an alpha than his dad hits a sore spot in his father who takes it upon himself to drag his son to a backroom and show his son that he is still the man about the house, the big dog, the alpha and that won't change anytime soon

mateo ‘matt’ acosta was fuming, the disrespect his son, vinny had shown him was immeasurable, and especially after matt had organised a night to get his newly twenty-first baby boy’s dick wet, only for it to be thrown back in his face with disparaging comments about his manhood and prowess in bed. it had been decades since matt had to prove anything, he was as stacked as brick shit house, so it wasn’t often people called anything of his into questions, let alone his own flesh and blood, “thought i raised you to respect your elders vinny” matt hissed, pushing his son into the private room by the scruff of his neck, “you even been with a girl to get that sorta attitude with me boy?” he snarked, grabbing a hold of vinny’s waistband and tugging his shorts and underwear to his feet in one quick movement, “certainly do take after ya papi” he laughed, tugging his own shorts to the floor and slapping his length atop of his sons, “daddy still reigns supreme though doesn’t he little man” matt teased, gripping vinny by the chin and peering down at him, “you’ll regret those comments' boy, by the end of tonight you’ll be limping and dripping daddy’s seed. now get on your fucking knees and worship where you came from”.

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Girl sends her new boyfriend to go pick up some stuff from her ex's place. The ex sends him back with a gaped hole and a huge load in his face. the guy swears he'll keep going back everyday until he can convince her ex to give all her stuff back. featuring; Derek Theler as the new boyfriend, Brenton Thwaites as the ex.

maybe it was the sweet little whimpers that escaped his lips, or even the way his hips pushed back every time he thrust deep, romeo was finally starting to see appeal in his ex-girlfriend's new six-foot-six jacked boyfriend. once upon a time he’d been truly madly deeply in love with his ex, chloe, but like most high school romances theirs had slowly but surely fizzled out, hasted only by the discovery of romeo fucking the neighbor on the dining room table. romeo had been elated to find she’d moved on so quickly, while he simply enjoyed living the bachelor lifestyle, relishing in exploring his sexuality. the good vibes hadn’t lasted long before the incessant nagging from his beloved ex started, with phone calls and a barrage of messages at first, asking for furniture and knick-knacks that were rightfully romeo’s in the first place, when those fell on deaf ears out came the big guns, sending her mountain of a boyfriend over to no doubt intimidate him, but that even that had failed as shown by the new boyfriend on all fours on his bed, taking every last inch of his cock. “have to do better than that if you want her shit back” romeo joked as he slid out his cock, resting it against his crap as he gave the boyfriend a hard spank to his rump, “suppose chloe won’t learn about just how you got it back either big boy?” he teased and lashed out with another hard slap to the ass cheeks.

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a guy loses his hot shot job, house, and large sums of money all very quickly so hits up an old friend who's kind enough to let him crash on the couch for a couple weeks while he tries to sort things out. little did he know his friend meant literally two weeks. he's still homeless and needs to stay longer and his friend is more than willing to let him do so. for a price of course. if this former stud wants to keep living there rent free then he'll have to essentially become his old friend's live-in fagdump. this wouldn't be so much of an issue if his friend wasn't packing a triple beer can cock or wasn't such a sadist about plundering his straight cherry. feat paul wesley (as the homeless one) & aaron taylor-johnson (as the triple beercan cock friend)

“dude have you even showered, jesus” jace sneered as he nearly tripped over a stack of beer cans discarded by the sofa. jace wished this wasn’t such a common occurrence, but between the constant state of nudity and the overflowing wasted beer cans, that jace had a sneaking suspicion had piss in them, he was exhausted of his best mates shenanigans, he could scarcely bring his own family home to this pigsty let alone some cheap whore from the bar down the street, so suffice to say he had a lot of pent-up frustration. “mate it’s been two fucking weeks, and you promised me you would get a job in that time” jace chastised, kicking his friends feet off the sofa and sitting down beside him, “i ain’t going to kick you out bro but god we need to work out some sort of arrangement and since you don’t have a dollar to you i can only think of other ways” he eyed up his mate as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid out his stupidly fat fucking cock.

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JASPER, WILL & MASON

jasper doesn’t get why the coaches are pissed at him of all people. he played a flawless game that night, it was the rest of the team that fell short. but before he can voice his protest, he’s up against the lockers getting groped and accosted. “stop blaming me! take your fucking hands off me!” jasper fires off, struggling the more coach will’s crotch grab hurts him. “i was just trying to win. that’s what the bulls do right? we win games! maybe if you assholes could actually do your job, i wouldn’t have to play with betas who can’t do shit. my last few passes were perfect and these guys still couldn’t keep up. so i ran on the last play. how is it my fault that i had no one defending me?!” and that’s exactly how jasper feels right now, defenseless and against the whole world with absolutely no back up. lashing out is basically his only recourse. “your all just jealous. jealous of my skill, of my big ass dick, of the fact that your mom let’s me do whatever i please,” he sneers right in coach will’s face despite his predicament. “fuck you. fuck all of you. i don’t need any of this bullshit. i’m a fucking star and you know it!”

coach mason only had to take a quick glance around the room to realise the hole jasper had dug himself, every member of the dejected football team looked ready to kill their captain, whatever happened here tonight would surely be left untold for those outside the charged locker room. mason nodded towards his co-worker and smirked “wouldn’t be talking so highly about your sex prowess from what i’ve heard” mason scoffed, waltzing over to the pinned student and tugging his shorts down around his ankles “what you need is some tough love son, and what better men to give it to you” he cackled, slapping his cohort across the back and taking a seat on the benches.

will couldn’t deny the pure jealousy he felt looking at jasper, whilst years of steroid usage had given him a herculean body, it had emasculated him in ways that jasper proved far superior, it made him seethe alone at the sight of jasper’s appendage flopping out when mason removed his clothing. without further ado he gripped jasper by his locks and bent him over mason’s knee, ass perked in the air and only a matter of seconds later did the reassuring sound of mason’s palm slapping against bare cheek echos through the room. “act like a child, get reprimanded like a child” will teased, unbuckling his trousers and pulling his five-inch hard cock out and slapping it across jasper’s face, “get it nice and wet boy, or it’ll be off the team with you” he laughed, smirking as he took in the sights of the locker room crowd enjoying the show.