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15takumi

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The pouch keeps my big brother in a constant state of arousal. So, when my buds visit, he’s an eager, available toy.

#big bro control

chicagovibe55

hornydomking

Glasses, muscles and cage? Damn

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Clark Kent couldn’t believe that he was about to send the selfie out for the whole world to see.

#Superman exposed

venezuelabulge

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Turns out my best friend’s new boyfriend is my Daddy.

#daddy fag

dudebutts

overthrowingtitans

To be a Titan, one just has to think he’s better than me for some reason. This one is a baby-Titan. On the fast track to wealth and success. Already, he’s treating folks in lower tax brackets like garbage. That included me. Thing is; if you don’t got a titanic physique, breaking you is a matter of demonstrating that wealth alone won’t secure you, and that “success” has better places to be.

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I really thought that my money made me THE MAN. Now my money is his, along with everything else.

#corporate takeover

2menkissing

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Coach reminded me: "Just remember, if you lose, everyone in the locker room gets to use you."

I lost.

#wrestling humiliation

beatsmybongo

hornydomking

Something for his bf, who’s stuck at work

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I get the pic, text back. “Please, don’t. Please.”

hornydomking

Too late. Load one is already in him. Working my way for load number two. Haha, do u really think we’d think of u first thing? Please

gc8118

On the phone with a client, dick hard, imagining my bf coming home leaking your juice.

#cuckold

beatsmybongo

hornydomking

Something for his bf, who’s stuck at work

gc8118

I get the pic, text back. “Please, don’t. Please.”

#cuckold

shujubeelamoglia

Yanni Nicolau

angelhimbo

Fuck you, weakling. Kneel before your prince. Hand everything over and forget the old life you lived.

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I kneel. Hand over my watch. My wedding band. My wallet. My car keys. My dignity.

#washed up stud

gear-2222

gc8118

The neighborhood bully.

#bully bullied

Fuck, Coach! No wonder your wife has slept with every guy on the team!

#coach humiliation #cuckold

luarvallard

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My Marxist poli sci prof believes in destroying hierarchy. I’m teaching him exactly where he stands on the totem pole.

#prof control #hierarchy

the-toy-boy

gc8118

Realizing that he’s not the alpha here.

#toppled top

gc8118

Which of these Dads would be most successful in standing up to the neighborhood bully?

None of them

Voting ended onMay 1

BTW: here’s the bully

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The neighborhood dads are all up in arms. Trevor's grown up to be a real bully and his own father is unwilling to do anything about it. So, the men of the neighborhood decide to fix things.

Mr. Ciardi (#2) is the first to do his part. He shows up at Trevor's house, pissed as hell. Trevor answers the door shirtless, in tight boxer briefs, and invites him in. Within five minutes, Mr. Ciardi has his shirt open, and Trevor is mocking his enormous, jiggly belly and his "titties." The usually cheerful father and husband returns home in tears.

That evening, Mr. Riley (#3) shows up at Trevor's. Mr. Riley is 4 inches taller than Trevor and twice as large. He looms over the young bully. Trevor acts deferential at first, inviting Mr. Riley in to have a seat. "So, do you want to see what's been happening with your son, Scott?" Trevor hands the older man his phone, and Mr. Riley presses play on the video that's displayed. There's his jock son Scott, naked, on his knees, crawling. He approaches some dirty feet and starts licking and kissing them. The camera pans up to Trevor's face. He's smirking. Mr. Riley looks across at Trevor, then down at his feet. "Do you understand now about your son?" Mr. Riley leaves as quickly as he possibly can.

Mr. Kumar (#1) takes his son with him when he goes to confront Trevor. "You will stop bullying Michael, and you will apologize to all the boys on the street who you've hurt!" Trevor smiles. He looks over at Michael, then at Mr. Kumar, then back to his son. "So, Mikey, do you really want me to stop bullying you?" Michael looks ashamed, but shakes his head no. "There you have it, Mr. Kumar, your son's addicted. Mikey, do you have any money on you?" Michael nods, "$40." Without having to be asked, he pulls two twenties from his pocket and hands them to Trevor. "How about you, Mr. Kumar?" Mr. Kumar turns over the $400 in his wallet.

Finally, Mr. Jackson (#4) appears at Trevor's door. He's uncowed by the tatted young man, his sleek body, his bulging crotch. His attitude of authority comes across, and Trevor is nothing but deferential. He promises to leave Mr. Jackson's two boys, Tim and Greg, alone from now on.

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The next morning, Mr. Jackson wakes up, realizing that he's been having a disturbing dream. At first, he doesn't remember what it was about, but then the memory comes back to him. It was Trevor in those damn gray boxer briefs standing in front of him, smirking.

That was it. But the really disturbing part was how hard Mr. Jackson's cock was when he awoke, and when he remembered the dream. He shook his head, got out of bed, reminded himself that the problem of Trevor was solved for him and his boys, and went off to work.

The next night, Mr. Jackson woke up in the middle of the night, hard as steel. Again, he realized he'd been dreaming about Trevor. He got out of bed, careful not to wake his wife, and went to the bathroom, carrying his phone. He knew that Trevor had an Instagram account, and he found it easily. There were dozens of pics of the little snot, shirtless, posing, being generally obnoxious.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Mr. Jackson jerked himself off. He told himself it was just so he could fall back asleep.

The next morning he was hard again. And the next night. And the next morning.

It became a regular thing for him to jerk off right after scrolling through Trevor's insta.

On the weekend, Mr. Jackson's wife was out to brunch with her girlfriends and the boys were off doing something. Experiencing this unusual privacy, Mr. Jackson stripped naked, lay on his bed. Somehow, he ended up on Trevor's account. There was a new pic: Trevor was clearly naked--the pic cut off right at the root of what seemed to be a thick piece of meat emerging from a dense bush of pubic hair.

Mr. Jackson knew he should just close the app. But instead he liked Trevor's new pic.

The message came almost immediately, "I wondered how long it would take, Mr. Jackson."

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An hour later, Mr. J is at Trevor's. Trevor has him over his knee, briefs pulled down, and Mr. J's muscled ass is turning red.

The front door opens and in walks Trevor's dad Micky.

He stands for a second, thinking, "Fuck, that son of mine is a piece of work! Who would have thought Jim Jackson would be next on his list?" But then he shakes his head, walks into the room: "Trevor! I told you this has to stop!"

Trevor looks up, fear flashing across his face, "But Dad, he ... he asked for it."

Micky looks furious, and the fear returns to Trevor's face. "Jim, stand up."

Mr. J stands, his cock exposed. He's semihard from the spanking and he stands embarrassed, trying to cover himself up with his hands.

Micky pulls out his phone, sends a text. Then he pulls Trevor to his feet, takes his seat, and motions. Trevor knows what to do, assuming the position that Mr. J just occupied. His Dad pulls down his boxer briefs and starts administering a harsh discipline.

Mr. J watches and his cock gets harder. Then there's a sound at the front door. It opens and Mr. Ciardi, Mr. Riley, and Mr. Kumar all enter the room. They watch too as the boy who bullied them is punished by his Daddy. The tears run down Trevor's face, and when Micky tells him to stand up, his ass is beet red. His cock is hard too.

"See guys," Micky says, "All you needed to do was stand up to the little punk."

Then he turns to Trevor. "Now you're going to apologize to our neighbors."

Trevor seems to know what that means. He gets down on all fours, his boxer briefs at his knees, and he crawls to Mr. Ciardi. "I'm sorry, Sir." He kisses Mr. Ciardi's feet.

Mr. Riley has taken out his dick and when Trevor crawls to him, he kisses it, then licks it, then takes it in his mouth. Mr. Kumar stands to the side of the two, and Trevor takes his fat cock in his right hand, stroking. And then Mr. J comes up behind him, spits on his cock, and impales the bully.

"Now you're getting the idea, guys," Micky says. "Tomorrow, let's have a party with all your sons. Trevor can be the main attraction."

#bully bullied