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“Look what you do to me? You see it? I sweat because of you. You move like a fucking woman. A boy should not dance like this... come here now. Lick the sweat, I’m going to show you not to tempt a man. Tonight I will make your ass hurt. You not going to want a man for a long time, and tomorrow you won’t be able to dance”
Most of my life I’ve been a perfect specimen. I mean physicality, features, height… all perfect. The problem is people hate perfection. Eventually they get jealous. It brings out the worst, lust, envy, wrath… I’m not here for that bullshit. People just wanna bed me, then they get all insecure about whether of not they’re my equal. It’s gross. I don’t want an equal. No one could possibly be on my level. Look at me! I want someone who knows they’re beneath me. I want humility, servitude, and true fidelity… Only a queer sub understands how to give me what I need. Worship. I tried the apps, bunch of fakers. I went to clubs, bunch of sleazy disloyal himbos and stupid gym bros… So you can just imagine my shock when I figured out that the only thing that would get me what I want is THIS. Oof fuck that smell is why you’re here. It’s why you can’t focus. It attracts true subs like moths to a flame. You were mine before I said two words to you. Only true submissives come to that smell. You don’t need to speak. You don’t like taking up space do you? Good. You’re here because you can’t help it. You’re searching for me just as much as I’m searching for you. I should’ve known my godly body would be the solution. I mean, of course it would produce the scent that brings me exactly what I want. Uhm let’s go get that nose in my pit and start start worshiping…never keep a god waiting.
Sweat from my apocrine glands caused by heat, exertion, and stress mixes with the natural bacteria on my skin. Which then causes that bacteria to go into a feeding frenzy that ultimately causes a strong scent that clings to my clothes, fills the air, and clings to my very long dark thick natural armpit hairs… that’s all it is. Yet somehow this strong pungent nasty smell makes you fully feral for me. This smell gets you horny, gets you high, the worse the stench is the more pliant and submissive you become… My sweaty pits even make you cum, and cum embarrassingly fast I might add! Last time you didn’t even make it to the second pit. I of course don’t mind my own scent, deep down I think every guy secretly loves his on body odor, but I can’t imagine how this could turn you on. I mean my armpits are a sex organ to you. It’s so easy to control you with a scent sometimes I can’t believe the simplicity! No ropes. No chains needed. Just a rank smell that happens naturally and boom… you’ll do anything to please me. You let me do whatever depraved sex acts I want… Just for this smell. Crazy really… I’m gonna try some new things that may be a bit shocking and painful or maybe just uncomfortable for you… submit and take it all. Whatever I dish out, and you know what your reward will be… for now just enjoy the smell that controls you from afar.
Can I just tell you something on some real shit? When two men fuck there’s really only one thing that decides if the sex is good. Whether a fucking is mind blowing, or awkward and clumsy… did the bottom let the top truly let go and fuck the way he’s aways needed without worrying about taking the dick, fucking knowing it didn’t matter what it felt like. Just knowing he will endure anything so that the guy fucking him can get lost in the primal way he’s never allowed to have sex. I’ve cracked boys, girls, thems, and trans. In the end how hot they were isn’t what I needed to cum. The personality and the ability to take a fucking however I need to get off. To let me be the center of attention to work hard for my pleasure. To want someone be grateful that I will fuck in a 100% selfish way. Call me a freak but I love feeling so powerful, having only my cock to consider. You start believing the devotion from the fags too. I know I’ve been talking for a while, but I just want you to understand my mindset and why I want you to takeover pleasuring me. I want to take someone everyone thinks is powerful and see you let me unleash on your ass. See you take anything I dish out just to please me… you understand I’m not actually asking for it, I’m gonna take it. I’ve just always known looking into your eyes that you’d go there for me. Take my real fuck. You can handle my needs… I know it.
Listen you need to ride the dick. Naaah naaah you couldn’t take it doggy right? You said it’d be easier to ride me right? So now bounce on the dick. Bounce on my shit. Don’t slow down! Work for the nut bitch. Work for it. All the way up aaaaaall the way down. You talked so much shit about how you could take dick. You wanted it? You getting it. I know you not getting tired. You been on my shit like 2 minutes. Keep going or imma flip you over put this big black dick right the fuck back up yo ass and blast that shit til I nut I don’t give a fuck if you can’t take it. I’m make that ass gape wide open for me. Fuck you hard like you said you wanted. You really got me fucked up how you gonna get me hard and then you can’t take the dick?! Oh there you go baby. I like the rough shit slam that ass back uhhh huuuuh yes keep that shit going. I can feel yo fat ass cheeks slapping my balls. You need some motivation? Here you go, I know what all you fem bitches like. Smelly armpits and rough men right. Wait til I bust this first nut imma wear that ass out for round two. Yeaaaaaah work out right on that dick. Long fucking strokes. LONG! Up. Down. Up. Down. I should see my dick with every goddamn bounce. Don’t grind on my shit that doesn’t do anything for my dick. Go on bitch. Yes. Hard like that. Sweat for my nut hoe…you begged for all this dick right? Talked all that shit on the phone bout what you was gonna do. How you love it up in yo asshole? You said you like rough right? So you better take all that black dick you begged for… why the fuck is you slowing down again?! You know what just get the fuck up. You getting me frustrated now. Go lay on your stomach bitch. I’m tired of your lazy ass…you gonna take some dick forreal now. Yeaaaah why you look scared for? Bite that pillow bitch I’m gonna give you what you want. Balls deep too… I don’t wanna hear shit! Don’t be telling me to slow down or take a break. Made come all this fuckin way and a bitch can’t even take dick… Lay right there, I’m going balls deep you understand ho? Teach yo ass not to lie again!
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy as I exploded in the boy’s mouth, his head bobbing up and down on my big dick, spurt after spurt of my warm load flying down his throat. I knew it was wrong to let the kid suck me off, but morals had never been my thing.
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“You want this pillow under your ass?” my hot fuck bud Jake offered, standing naked in my bedroom, his muscular, tatted body on full display. “I know how you like that angle.”
“Yeah,” I replied, emerging from the bathroom, my eager hole prepped and ready for his big dick. “I love how deep you get when my ass is raised.”
Don’t even try to say sorry… you have no idea how worried I was. You’re sneaking out now? This is how you betray me after I let you move in? I don’t wanna hear shit about your battery dying! You coulda borrowed anyone’s phone. Do you know what this area is known for? Cruising. You that desperate for male attention? That’s what you are after…dick. Same reason you got kicked out of that fancy college. Didn’t even make it two months into freshman year. Well I’m gonna give you what you’re after. I’m gonna give you my undivided attention. When we get back I’m gonna stretch your legs behind your head pin you down, and I’m gonna give you the assfucking of a LIFETIME. Balls deep. Hard. No mercy. Maybe you won’t be so eager to go out when your hole is destroyed. From now on, if you fuck up, I’m gonna fuck you. A little brutal anal is the discipline you’re lacking. I told you not to speak… now bend over hear and keep your face in my pit until we get home. You made me fucking drip with stress sweat. So you enjoy that stink you’re responsible for…
“I know you want to fuck me,” the hot twink taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey.
I had been unemployed for three months when I landed the full-time gardener position at a sprawling, $8.5 million dollar estate off of Mulholland Drive. With a wife and kid to feed at at home, and another on the way, I needed this job in the worst way.
“I’ll start you on a probationary period,” my boss Nathan Eisman, the owner of the estate, had informed me. Mr. Eisman was an attractive film producer in his mid-fifties. “If you prove yourself in the next month, I’ll make your employment permanent and will start paying you benefits as well.”
“Does anyone else live here with you?” I asked, eyeing the massive twelve-bedroom home on the property.
“It’s just me and—uh—my boy Charlie,” Mr. Eisman replied awkwardly. “But Charlie won’t get in your way.” That promise was soon proven to be false.
The next day, as I was trimming an overgrown row of boxwoods surrounding the pool, a twink in a skimpy, red speedo suddenly appeared from a bedroom that opened onto the patio.
“I’m Charlie,” he introduced himself, “and you must be the new, hot gardener.” Charlie eyed me up and down, assessing every inch of me.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you,” I answered hesitantly under his persistent gaze. “Your dad told me about you.”
“My dad?” Charlie laughed. “No, Nathan isn’t my dad—although sometimes he does like me to call him daddy.”
“I’m sorry,” I blushed. “I didn’t realize that you’re his boyfriend.”
“I’m also not his boyfriend,” Charlie replied sharply. “I’m his house boy.”
“So, you’re like a prostitute?” I asked naively.
“Jesus, no,” Charlie spat, insulted. “Nathan doesn’t pay me. But he does allow me to live here in exchange for helping out around the house.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really good at helping,” I scoffed.
“I bet you’d like to find out,” the boy taunted, staring down at my crotch.
“How old are you, Charlie?” I asked the boy, trying to ignore his gaze.
“I’m nineteen,” he answered, licking his lips.
“Well, I’m twenty-nine,” I responded. “And I’ve got a wife and kid at home, and another on the way. I don’t need to fuck up this job by playing around with the boss’s little boy toy.”
“Mmm, I love a breeder,” Charlie purred. “Let me ask you something. When did you last fuck your wife?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” I barked, without sharing that it had been five long months of just me and my right hand.
“Wow. Your reaction tells me that it must be a long time since you got your dick wet,” Charlie observed astutely. “And I’ve got a tight, wet cunt.”
I made no response, for I knew that I should diffuse the situation by walking away. But, Christ, I needed to get laid in the worst way. Fucking the boy would be easy. And Mr. Eisman wasn’t even around to find out. As my mind began to explore the possibility of dumping a load in the boy, my cock had hardened and was straining against the fabric of my work pants. Charlie had noticed.
Wordlessly, Charlie turned away from me and headed back to his bedroom off the patio. On his way, he paused and threw back a seductive glance at me as he tossed off his red speedos. I caught a glimpse of a big, floppy cock between his legs, but what interested me was his tight, perky ass that was begging to be defiled.
“I know you want to fuck me,” Charlie taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey.
Through the open door, I watched as Charlie bent himself over the bed and presented his ass to me. Even from a distance, I could make out the rimming of downy fur that surrounded his wanton hole. My cock hardened even more, desperate to mine his depths. Charlie awaited patiently, a spider luring me to his web.
I couldn’t take it anymore. With deliberate steps, I made a beeline to Charlie and his beckoning cunt. By the time I crossed the threshold into the shadowy recesses of his room, my pants were undone and I held my firm, eight-incher in hand. Spitting on it, I mounted the boy and impaled him with one, quick thrust.
“FUCK,” Charlie cried out, gripping the sheets as I split his hole in two.
“You like this big cock up your ass, boy?” I demanded, my hands on his hips as I pummeled his hole.
“Yes, sir,” Charlie moaned. “I love your big cock inside me, sir. Fuck me harder, sir. Fuck me harder.”
Giving the boy what he wanted, I began to jackhammer the living shit out of him. He was screaming his head off as I destroyed his hole, but I didn’t care. There wasn’t anyone around to hear us. I could feel my balls pulling up and tightening against my body. I wanted to fuck the boy for hours, but my full balls had other plans.
“You want my cum?” I asked urgently while struggling to hold back my nut for as long as possible.
“Yes,” Charlie exclaimed. “Dump that load in me. Breed my fuckin’ cunt.”
The boy got his wish as my cock erupted deep within his bowels. “FUCK . . . DAMN,” I growled, riding the euphoric ecstasy of seeding his hole. And that’s when I heard it—the sound of clapping coming from behind me.
“Well done,” my boss Mr. Eisman applauded, standing in the doorway. “You really fucked the shit out of the boy.”
“Mr. Eisman—I’m so sorry,” I stammered, pulling out of Charlie, my load pooling at the gaping opening of his hole. “The boy came on to me, Mr. Eisman. I didn’t mean to—”
Mr. Eisman raised his hand to silence me. “No apology necessary,” he assured me as he walked toward us, pulled out his hard cock, and mounted the boy’s wet cunt. “I rather enjoyed watching you fucking him. And I’m a sucker for a sloppy hole.”
“So you’re not gonna fire me?” I pleaded.
“Fire you?” laughed Mr. Eisman, his low-hangers slapping Charlie’s ass with each thrust. “Certainly not. In fact, I’d like it if we could fuck the boy like this on a regular basis.”
Best. Job. Ever.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓
“I know you want to fuck me,” the hot twink taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey.
I had been unemployed for three months when I landed the full-time gardener position at a sprawling, $8.5 million dollar estate off of Mulholland Drive. With a wife and kid to feed at at home, and another on the way, I needed this job in the worst way.
“I’ll start you on a probationary period,” my boss Nathan Eisman, the owner of the estate, had informed me. Mr. Eisman was an attractive film producer in his mid-fifties. “If you prove yourself in the next month, I’ll make your employment permanent and will start paying you benefits as well.”
“Does anyone else live here with you?” I asked, eyeing the massive twelve-bedroom home on the property.
“It’s just me and—uh—my boy Charlie,” Mr. Eisman replied awkwardly. “But Charlie won’t get in your way.” That promise was soon proven to be false.
The next day, as I was trimming an overgrown row of boxwoods surrounding the pool, a twink in a skimpy, red speedo suddenly appeared from a bedroom that opened onto the patio.
“I’m Charlie,” he introduced himself, “and you must be the new, hot gardener.” Charlie eyed me up and down, assessing every inch of me.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you,” I answered hesitantly under his persistent gaze. “Your dad told me about you.”
“My dad?” Charlie laughed. “No, Nathan isn’t my dad—although sometimes he does like me to call him daddy.”
“I’m sorry,” I blushed. “I didn’t realize that you’re his boyfriend.”
“I’m also not his boyfriend,” Charlie replied sharply. “I’m his house boy.”
“So, you’re like a prostitute?” I asked naively.
“Jesus, no,” Charlie spat, insulted. “Nathan doesn’t pay me. But he does allow me to live here in exchange for helping out around the house.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really good at helping,” I scoffed.
“I bet you’d like to find out,” the boy taunted, staring down at my crotch.
“How old are you, Charlie?” I asked the boy, trying to ignore his gaze.
“I’m nineteen,” he answered, licking his lips.
“Well, I’m twenty-nine,” I responded. “And I’ve got a wife and kid at home, and another on the way. I don’t need to fuck up this job by playing around with the boss’s little boy toy.”
“Mmm, I love a breeder,” Charlie purred. “Let me ask you something. When did you last fuck your wife?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” I barked, without sharing that it had been five long months of just me and my right hand.
“Wow. Your reaction tells me that it must be a long time since you got your dick wet,” Charlie observed astutely. “And I’ve got a tight, wet cunt.”
I made no response, for I knew that I should diffuse the situation by walking away. But, Christ, I needed to get laid in the worst way. Fucking the boy would be easy. And Mr. Eisman wasn’t even around to find out. As my mind began to explore the possibility of dumping a load in the boy, my cock had hardened and was straining against the fabric of my work pants. Charlie had noticed.
Wordlessly, Charlie turned away from me and headed back to his bedroom off the patio. On his way, he paused and threw back a seductive glance at me as he tossed off his red speedos. I caught a glimpse of a big, floppy cock between his legs, but what interested me was his tight, perky ass that was begging to be defiled.
“I know you want to fuck me,” Charlie taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey.
Through the open door, I watched as Charlie bent himself over the bed and presented his ass to me. Even from a distance, I could make out the rimming of downy fur that surrounded his wanton hole. My cock hardened even more, desperate to mine his depths. Charlie awaited patiently, a spider luring me to his web.
I couldn’t take it anymore. With deliberate steps, I made a beeline to Charlie and his beckoning cunt. By the time I crossed the threshold into the shadowy recesses of his room, my pants were undone and I held my firm, eight-incher in hand. Spitting on it, I mounted the boy and impaled him with one, quick thrust.
“FUCK,” Charlie cried out, gripping the sheets as I split his hole in two.
“You like this big cock up your ass, boy?” I demanded, my hands on his hips as I pummeled his hole.
“Yes, sir,” Charlie moaned. “I love your big cock inside me, sir. Fuck me harder, sir. Fuck me harder.”
Giving the boy what he wanted, I began to jackhammer the living shit out of him. He was screaming his head off as I destroyed his hole, but I didn’t care. There wasn’t anyone around to hear us. I could feel my balls pulling up and tightening against my body. I wanted to fuck the boy for hours, but my full balls had other plans.
“You want my cum?” I asked urgently while struggling to hold back my nut for as long as possible.
“Yes,” Charlie exclaimed. “Dump that load in me. Breed my fuckin’ cunt.”
The boy got his wish as my cock erupted deep within his bowels. “FUCK . . . DAMN,” I growled, riding the euphoric ecstasy of seeding his hole. And that’s when I heard it—the sound of clapping coming from behind me.
“Well done,” my boss Mr. Eisman applauded, standing in the doorway. “You really fucked the shit out of the boy.”
“Mr. Eisman—I’m so sorry,” I stammered, pulling out of Charlie, my load pooling at the gaping opening of his hole. “The boy came on to me, Mr. Eisman. I didn’t mean to—”
Mr. Eisman raised his hand to silence me. “No apology necessary,” he assured me as he walked toward us, pulled out his hard cock, and mounted the boy’s wet cunt. “I rather enjoyed watching you fucking him. And I’m a sucker for a sloppy hole.”
“So you’re not gonna fire me?” I pleaded.
“Fire you?” laughed Mr. Eisman, his low-hangers slapping Charlie’s ass with each thrust. “Certainly not. In fact, I’d like it if we could fuck the boy like this on a regular basis.”
Best. Job. Ever.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓
You sit quietly and admir him. He is so hairy and you are smooth and soft. He is rugged and heavy but you are delicate and frail. He takes up space while you try to remain modest and small. He salty smelling sweat makes you wet between the legs and you wonder when he will dominate you and finally mark you as his.
Daddy's done with work for the day baby....why don't you come over here and help me undress, I'm a little sweaty 😏....
I'm not gonna lie, I'm in the mood to put a baby inside you....and believe me when I say I'm going to make love to you all night....
Risking my life reminds me of how important you are to me and I'm gonna show you just how much you mean to me by impregnating you deep and slow....😜
Oh there you are baby….listen, we’re gonna get showered and then we’re gonna take turns impregnating you okay? Do daddy proud because some of these boys’ cocks will get real deep inside, like I mean easily through your second hole, so I want you to be ready to carry our babies…..🥰😘
You want to get pregnant huh? Well you've come to the right place. There isn't a boy in this village I haven't impregnated several times over. Come inside and take your clothes off, your hole is mine now. We'll make love for the rest of the day and, when I finally cum inside you, you'll thank me and leave. I have the biggest cock for miles around, so make sure you follow my every instruction to take my entire length.
You will visit me every week of your pregnancy for me to fuck you and enjoy the roundness of your growing belly. There may be another boy here when you come, but you must join him in pleasing me. Understand? 😍🥰
You want to get pregnant huh? Well you've come to the right place. There isn't a boy in this village I haven't impregnated several times over. Come inside and take your clothes off, your hole is mine now. We'll make love for the rest of the day and, when I finally cum inside you, you'll thank me and leave. I have the biggest cock for miles around, so make sure you follow my every instruction to take my entire length.
You will visit me every week of your pregnancy for me to fuck you and enjoy the roundness of your growing belly. There may be another boy here when you come, but you must join him in pleasing me. Understand? 😍🥰
He swears you to silence while he leaves your sister sleeping. He takes your teen body in his strong hands and within the hour he has ripped you apart, claiming your body and soul for greater purpose.
baby, you wouldn’t even survive one night with me
