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Justin Hartley

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Justin Hartley in ‘A Bad Moms Christmas’

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Muse: Professor Utonium

FC: Henry Cavill

Job: Scientist.

Relationship Status: Single.

Orientation: Gay

Age: 38

Pronouns: He/Him.

Likes: His family, science.

Bio: Professor Utonium is an accomplished scientist and a productive member of society. Father to the greatest heroes of Townsville, he is a loving single father, and is happy with his life.

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Doofen powered through the last few spanks like a champ. He cried, sure, sobbed even, but his cock was hard thr whole time, and he made no attempt to escape. He knew that created an issue for punishments - could they really be punishments if Doofen enjoyed them this much? - but there was plenty he would consider punishment. Stress position bondage, for example. He thought that was truly diabolical. Being made to eat nasty food. Being denied sex. He wasn't that concerned with liking the most common form of punishment. When they were done, Augustus kissed him - a warm and gentle thing that contrasted with the pain in his ass. "Thank you, Boss." He said into the kiss. When the kiss was done, he was being caressed by his dom, and this feeling was worth anything. He'd do anything to know he'd made Boss proud. Without even thinking, he took Augustus' hand by the wrist, holding it in front of his face. "Thank you, Hand." He said, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles before letting go. He watched Augustus walk away, a d did the math in his head as to how he would do it. He was supposed to crawl on all fours, but could he? Carrying a coffee? He decided to crawl to the coffee maker, stand up to pour, and then take it to Augustus while standing in two feet. If this wasn't the way Boss wanted it, Doofen would just take the wooden spoon hits again. "Here you go, Boss." He said, handing the man a mug of hot coffee.

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He saw Doofen process the order, trying to comply with the rule that he always be on all fours, except when necessary to complete an order. The sub went down to his knees, the ass bright red, before crawling over the less than five feet to where the coffee was. This would be fine to walk normally to bring the coffee, as long as Doofen went on his knees to present it. He took the coffee and took a sip. Black coffee first thing in the morning helped wake up him, though the mini session earlier did that for him today. "Kneel here," he ordered, pointing to in front of him but with some space. The bars of the balcony allowed anyone that looked up the view of the two. "Place my feet on your shoulders. I want a foot rest," he stated, wondering if the sub would either enjoy or hate this task, especially in view of any stranger passing by below. Of course, Augustus was hidden from sight.

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Doofen struggled to kneel without spilling the coffee, but was ultimately successful. He looked up at Augustus expectantly waiting for the next instructions, and then they came he nodded. "Yes Boss," he said, crawling to the spot Augustus had pointed to. He took Augustus feet on his hands and placed them on his shoulders, still looking up at his dom. He felt exposed - anyone walking downstairs could look up and see him, naked, on his knees, serving as a footrest, but the humiliation got him going. "Thank you, Boss. For using me as a footrest." He said. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to speak - footrests don't speak. Furniture doesn't speak. But still, he wanted to show his gratitude.

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Bob hummed. He was, indeed, a slut. Sucking this cock that had just been in his ass. He felt no shame. He'd have gotten on all fours with his face on the toilet if Kyle had told him to. He was surprised to see that the man was a super - and that he was using his powers so openly in front of a stranger. Then again, Kyle now had information that could blow up Bob's life, if he decided to come forward with it. He whined when he was pushed away from the cock, but went without resistance. He held the card between his lips, looking up at the man wordlessly and nodding. He could try to cum after the man left, but Master Daddy told him not to, and for some reason he felt the urge to obey. So he waited for two minutes - not really playing with his tits anymore - and then stood up, pulling up his pants, tucking the card in his pocket, and leaving the restroom. He lasted all of two days - two long, arduous days without cumming - before making it to a payphone. He heard the ring anxiously, and as soon as he heard the click, his heart skipped a beat. "Kyle? It's Bob. Bob Parr. From the grocery store."

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In those two minutes, Kyle had gotten checked out, especially since Bob would have to shop again after Kyle told an employee that the cart was there for a while and no one was around. He didn't wait long after two days and his phone went off. "Hmm. Don't know any Bob. I do know a Bitch Boy though. Is this my little sidekick? Say your name and mine." Kyle looked out the window of his home gym, where he was about to work up a sweat. "Say it proudly," he added, not wanting Bob to try and whisper his name. "So, where you calling from?" he asked, leaning on the machine. "I'm in my gym. About to work up a sweat and musk. I have a towel…but I'm a certain bitch boy would be better at licking me clean," he suggested, wanting Bob to be worked up in public.

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Leaving the bathroom to find that his groceries were gone added to the thrill, somehow. And the two days was probably the longest Bob could've waited. He rushed to the closest payphone to his house and called Kyle. The instruction made him blush, and he was about to whisper when the second instruction followed. "Master Daddy. It's Bitch Boy." He said, quickly glancing around to see if anyone was within earshot. "I'm calling from the payphone across the street from the grocery store," he responded. He whined at the other's words. "Pleae, Master Daddy, let me lick your sweat," he said, trying to keep his voice low, as his cocklet grew hard.

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Bob had a somewhat submissive nature. Having to be in charge - the metaphorical straight man in his family's chaos - was stressful, and to be able to give up control was truly a gift. He blushed at the praise, having a massive praise kink. He arched his back for the inspection, pushing out his chest. He didn't know why he did that, but it felt right. Bob shivered under the touch, and felt strangely proud to be told his dick was longer than Guillermo's. He followed the man up the steps and into the living room - he wanted to take Guillermo to the bedroom, but it felt like there was too much of Linda there, so instead he lead him to the living room. "Hmmrmm" he tried to say, pointing to the couch.

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"Good choice," he praised, giving Bob a few pats on the cheek and then the head of the hard cock. He walked over to the couch and plopped down, putting his feet up on the coffee table. "I'm thirsty. Run and get me some liquor from your kitchen. I'm not picky," he ordered, wanting to see the small but cute ass waddle around. He'd have to work on that with the man. There was potential there if Guillermo could get Bob to work out. He was sure this man's wife would appreciate it too. He began unbuttoning his shirt and revealing the plain white tank top he wore underneath. The gold chain necklace that hung over it, paired with the jeans, made Guillermo appear as the man of the house, waiting on his boy to take care of him. "I think you need a break from my feet," he said to Bob once he had the drink. Guillermo took off his shirt entirely now, exposing his hairy pits. "Use those socks and cover up that dick. Then you can sit on Daddy's lap and have a taste of these too while I have my drink.

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Bob smiled, the best he could with a mouth full of socks, at the other man's posture. He nodded, rushing to the kitchen. He would have said 'make yourself at home' if he didn't have a mouthful of socks, but it didn't look like Guillermo needed the instruction. He picked up some liquor and came back to the living room, handing the drink to his man. He whined when he was told he needed a break from the godly feet, but his disappointment was short lived. He nodded eagerly, taking the socks out of his mouth and using the now spit-soaked socks to cover his cock like a fabric condom, before sitting on Guillermo's lap. "Thank you, Daddy," he said, before leaning down into the left pit first, lapping at it eagerly.

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Quagmire was, indeed, completely obedient to the cock. That had been one of the best orgasms of his life - he'd bottomed before, but never to a cock this good - and he would have sucked that dick no matter what. Besides, he loved rimming, so it wasn't a stretch to suck a cock that had been in an asshole. The praise was another thing that made him shiver, the pats on the face feeling almost condescending - sweet and humiliating at the same time. When Daniel pulled that cock away, that was indeed a loss for Quagmire - no matter that he'd have it in him again soon enough - and he tried to suck on the thumb before his mouth was opened - and spit on. Fuck, that was hot. "Thank you, Big Daddy," he said, making a point of maintaining the eye contact while swallowing the spit. He nodded, turning around on the bed until he was laying on his back, knees to his chest, arms hooked around his legs, hole exposed.

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With Quagmire positioned as this, Daniel could see that hole trying to return to its prior state. If he left Quagmire like this, that hole would return to normal soon enough. Unfortunately for the former womanizer, Daniel wasn't done. His cock was getting hard again, and after a few more smacks of that hole with the head of his cock, a spurt of cum dripped out thanks to the muscles' reflex. "No waste," he said before scooping that bit of cum up with the head of his cock and thrusting it in. The 12 inch cock had an easier time this round as Daniel was able to thrust his entire length in with minimal resistance. Daniel smirked. "So much fucking easier this time. Didn't take long for you to be bitched out, did it?" he taunted as he simply flexed his cock inside Quagmire. A little more teasing, this time circling his hips with the full length inside as if to stretch those walls out once more so they wouldn't tighten.

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Quagmire held the position, even as his shoulders had began to burn with the force of holding his legs and his back had began to complain about being folded like a pretzel. He felt the head of that cock smacking at his hole, and he barely felt the cum come out before it was pushed back in - along with 12 inches of cock. "Fuck!" He cried out, throwing his head back. His cock twitched, wanting to get hard again but still not there. "It was all your cock, Big Daddy," he responded. He felt the teasing and it was driving him crazy. "Fuck. Please Big Daddy, fuck me."

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Dave was, indeed, shameless. He'd fuck on stream. Hell, he'd fuck on the park if given the chance. It wouldn't be the first time he did something sexual on stream, even - his last subathon had him jerk off with a dildo the size of his forearm up his ass. The tips had been crazy, then. But it would be his first time with Felix on camera, if Felix agreed to it. "You're not interrupting," Dave reassured his... boyfriend? Situationship?, only choking slightly when he felt his hand on his bulge. "We just started, actually, so you got here on the right time." He then turned to the camera. "Chat, this is my friend Felix. Say I to him!". Almost instantly a message came up on the chat, with a $25 donation. You two should kiss.. Dave read the message out loud, and turned to look at Felix. "Still wanna join the fun?"

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Felix quite appreciated the other male's shameless nature. Of course it helped when one didn't spend all that much time thinking about most things really, and least of all the consequences of their own actions. But even Felix himself, who was quite the thinker, was also the type to explore, be adventurous, and Dave was certainly the perfect guy to do that with. Whatever that undefined thing between them was, they undeniably both got lots of fun out of it. "Hey, chat", he greeted with a smile, raising a brow when he noticed the message show up on the screen. The fact that people were willing to pay $25 just to see them kiss had Felix honestly surprised, and part of him wondered just how high the donations could get once they really started the fun. "Kiss? In front of the camera? Mhhh, yall are some spicy folk!", he noted, faking hesitation for a moment, before turning towards Dave and leaning in slowly. Almost shy at first, he made their lips meet, beginning the kiss slowly only to deepen it after a moment, humming as their tongues met to dance and he knew they were turning the audience on, edging them, making them want more.

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Dave smiled at the other expectantly. He didn't know what Felix would do - they'd been together for a while, and he knew the other was quite adventurous, but they'd never discussed doing anything on camera. When Felix leaned in to kiss him, Dave was ecstatic. He brought his hand up, to cup the back of Felix's head, careful not to cover their faces and still have all the action show up on the camera. It was true, Dave didn't think about much - dancing through life was his moto, after all. He ran his fingers through Felix's hair, pulling back for air after a long while. "Awesome," he said, with a dumb grin on his lips. The chat was going crazy, with a few more donations being sent their way.

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Fred hesitated for a moment. He knew Zain was intense, but he wasn't expecting this much - and it wasn't even that much yet. He'd hoped they might have some fun with it, but apparently he'd been wrong. He still wanted to do it, though. "Right. Right. Hmm... a heel? That way I can creatively 'break the rules'. Plus, it'd be fun to be a bad boy for once."

He scratched his chin. "That good? I'm not the expert here, so I'm really counting on your guidance." He admitted, letting his hands fall to the side of his body. "Whatever you say goes."

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Intensity was the name of the game for Zain. Intensity, aggression, and everything that fell into the ilk as sure to accurately describe him. If you sought him out as a manager, you knew what you were getting from the outset. No matter how his methods might be perceived, he always got results and that's always the most important thing at the end of the day. It was important to be able to walk the walk just as much as you can talk the talk.

"It's not just 'whatever I say'. You're the one getting in the ring, not me. If you aren't solid, then you're just going to get your ass handed to you before you even step through the ropes. I know I definitely don't want that for you. Is that something you want for yourself?"

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Fred had decided to become a wrestler on a whim. He'd been a fan of wrestling in college and dated a couple wrestlers, so when he decided to practice a sport, he figured he couldn't go wrong with wrestling. However, this was proving to be more intense than he'd expected. But at least he knew he'd picked the right manager. He didn't want someone who would go easy on him. He wanted someone who would get results. And Zain always got results.

"Right. You're right. I'm solid. I guess I just have a lot to learn," he admitted. "I don't want my ass handed to me." He said. And it was true. He liked getting a bit roughed up sometimes, but this was different. He wanted to win. "So, what do I need to know? What should I do?"

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Andrew smiled into the kiss, letting his hands fall to Andy's waist. "Hey babygirl," he greeted. "Work was long. Couldn't stop thinking about your sweet tits the whole day. I'm so thirsty," he said, letting go of Andy to undo his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground, kicking them off with the shoes, revealing his lacy panties that matched his bra. "And how was your day, babygirl?" He asked, cupping the other omega's breasts in his hand and squeezing slightly, feeling the wetness soak the bra.

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the ambassador let out a chuckle as a small and beautiful pink blush made it's way onto his pale cheeks. "i'm happy to hear that. i couldn't stop thinking about yours...kept groping myself while thinking about them..." andy said with a nod of his head, his own hands slipping from andrew's shoulders to grope and playfully squeeze those great tits of andrew's. his own moan escaping as his own tits were squeezed shortly after. "i-it was pretty good. i was thinking about going for a swim later to try to counteract the heat...but you're making me think that perhaps that can wait..." andy giggled as he winked at andrew with a playful smile.

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The politician smiled at the other. "Yeah? You groped those beautiful tits thinking about mine?" He asked, squeezing Andy's breasts. "I'm glad. I took a break at lunchtime and fingered my pussy thinking of you," he admitted. "Hm, we could go for a swim. Or I could eat you out and suck those beautiful full tits of yours, and then we could shower together..."

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Claude hurried to the door, unlocking it quickly. "I would do anything for you, Emilio," he responded. Then he chuckled at the suggestion. He never pictured himself as a guard. "It would be an interesting dynamic. I serve you at work, you serve me at home." He winked, opening the door. "But I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands away from you, boss," he teased, pulling the omega inside and closing the door behind them. Once inside, he pressed his lips to Emilio's once again, this time a lot more eager, as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Come on baby, get naked," he moaned into the kiss. "Wanna taste your pussy."

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emilio watched as the other hurried to the door and quickly unlocked it. the omega's lips quirked up and a small blush came across his cheeks as the other winked at him. "that definitely sounds like a fair trade if you ask me," emilio says with a chuckle and a nod of his head. a squeak escaped his lips as he was pulled inside and the door was shut. he moaned into the next kiss, letting his hands roam the other man's chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. "hm...so impatient..." emilio giggled against claude's lips before doing as the other asked. he stripped himself of his clothes on his upper body first, revealing the great chest of his. and soon, his bottoms followed. revealing a plump ass that many people fantasized about, and a pussy that was definitely looking more than a little wet. "you got me excited, babe..." emilio whimpered as he began kissing the other man's jaw and neck. "i need you so bad..."

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Claude kissed Emilio deeply, eagerly, and then pulled back to watch the omega undress. Emilio looked beautiful, with his large breasts, plump ass, and tight pink pussy. He smirked at the other's words. "I did?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He reached his hands forward, cupping Emilio's fat tits, and squeezing gently. "I don't know how you do it. If I had a rack like this I'd spend all day playing with it," he admitted, before, quickly kissing Emilio. He then nodded. "Need you too." He said, falling to his knees in front of the omega. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Emilio's pussy, tonguing at the slit eagerly, tasting the wetness.

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Doof smiled, working those plump breasts in his hands. He could feel the nipples hardening, and began playing with them through the night gown. He knew that if he squeezed those tits, he'd wet the gown with sweet milk, and he wanted to try, but didn't want to be wasteful. He rubbed his dick harder against the barely clothed ass - the only thing between them being the think silky fabric of the night gown and the cotton of his sleep shorts. "Of course, my queen," he whispered against the omega's ear. "But first, morning piss," he pulled back, only to turn Shawn around with his hands. Looking into his queen's eyes, the king lowered himself to his knees, raising the night gown to expose Shawn's cock. He took it in his hand, giving it a couple of lazy strokes. "You go first, then it's my turn," he said, before wrapping his lips around the head of Shawn's cock.

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shawn let out a soft as he felt those hands massaging his breasts. the queen's teeth bit into his plump bottom lip. the dual sensation of those bands working over his large jugs and the cock pressing against his ass was definitely getting him worked up. his cock twitching between his thick thighs under the thin fabric of his nightgown. shawn watched as the other slipped down onto his knees after turning him around, and his night gown was raised so his cock was revealed. "o-okay..." shawn moaned as the other wrapped his lips around his cock. shawn's eyes fluttered close as he began to release his bladder, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he did so.

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Doof let his mouth fill with Shawn's piss before swallowing, and repeated that process about three or four times. He hummed happily with every swallow, enjoying the taste and the feeling - and the act of service. It felt nice to service his queen like this, with all he had. Literally taking in his queen's piss. Once the stream died down he let go of Shawn's cock, licking his lips, and standing up again. "Thank you, my queen. It's your turn now," he said, with a smirk, pressing a hand to Shawn's shoulder and gently pushing him down. The idea of pissing on his queen, reducing the duler of an entire nation to an urinal, it hit him differently.

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Quagmire stepped aside, allowing the other man the opportunity to come inside - something he planned on doing later, giggity - and he smiled at the other's compliment. "Well, there's a quick fix for that," he grinned, tugging at Jasper's shirt - not taking it off yet, just lifting it slightly. He reciprocated the kiss eagerly, licking into Jasper's mouth without hesitation. He nibbled at the man's lower lip, pulling on it just slightly, and let his hands roam down the other's body, grabbing that full ass. If everything went according to plan, he'd be stretching that ass soon enough. "Not as hot as you," he responded, words swallowed by the kiss. He closed the door with his foot, guiding the man further into the house without breaking the kiss. Now he tugged on Jasper's shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over his head. "Ready to make a movie?"

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Jasper couldn't possibly know quite what exactly the other male had planned for them in detail, but likely neither of them would've been surprised to figure out they had quite some shared ideas. From the moment this meetup with Quagmire had been arranged, the blonde had been in quite a mood, and now seeing the other in the flash, and dressed like that - full with jockstrap, leather harness, and masculine musky scent around him - Jasper's craving had only gotten stronger. Fuck yeah, he wanted to be stretched by the dick filling the other man's jockstrap so nicely. Hell yes, he wanted him to come inside. Eager and lustful, the actor groaned into the heated kiss, his own hands now roaming Quagmire's muscular torso, feeling up every bit of bare skin between the harness's straps. "Hrrfuckyeah", he purred as his ass was grabbed, grinding it back against the other until those strong hands moved to his shirt. Lifting his arms to allow the fabric to be pulled off, Jasper's smirk widened at the question. "I've never been more ready. Fuck, I need to get fucking pounded by a stud like you."

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Quagmire smiled, licking his lips as he took in the lust on the other's eyes. He felt Jasper's hands on his chest, and puffed out his chest to give him more to touch. He had many plans for the two of them - the kind of movie that would make a lot of money if released, but that he wouldn't dare show anyone. It was just for their personal enjoyment. "Good. Get on the bed," he instructed, letting go of Jasper and stepping back. "Present yourself for me." He said, turning to grin at the camera. "Show me the hole I'll be fucking."