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23F Bisexual

[megumios]

you look beautiful in the morning, especially in his shirt ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ future husband where are you

choso walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and blinking away any sleepiness. it's late morning, and he can hear the sounds of sizzles and cracks in the kitchen.

he walks in and immediately takes notice of your appearace. messy hair and tired eyes, dressed in his shirt with nipples poking the fabric.

his breath hitches and he stands there watching you move around in the kitchen. you look so pretty, so arousing.

he walk up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. he presses his hips against your ass, whimpering softly.

"feel that?" he whispers against your ear. it didn't take long for him to grow hard once he saw you in the kitchen.

he shirt barely covered your thighs, as soon as you bend down he would be able to see everything. the thought drives him crazy and his hands inch closer to the hem.

"we just woke up, cho." you say, not bothering to stop him from touching you. he doesn't answer, rubbing his bugle against your plush.

his hands move under your shirt, going up to your sweet cunt. his hands brush your thighs and then he stops.

what he didn't know, was that you weren't wearing any panties. now, he can feel your pretty pussy. he slides a finger in without hesitation and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"cho, im trying to cook." yet, you still don't move to stop him.

"please? it'll be quick."

you roll your eyes and sigh. he takes that as a yes and slides another finger into your pussy. he feels you melt back against him as he fingers your wet hole. you moan softly, holding onto the counter.

"fuck, baby, doing so good." you whimper. your head is thrown back against his shoulder and he kisses your cheek.

he works his fingers faster, his other hand finding your clit. the sensation is so delicious, you whine. you hear him chuckle as he fingers you.

he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of touch. you're about to turn around to scold him, but he pushes you against the counter.

he rubs his bulge on your ass before pulling his boxers off and letting himself spring out. his tips is red, leaking all over. he pumps himself, spreading the precum on his tip.

he lifts your shirt, lining himself up with your hole.

"so gorgeous." he whispers softly, pushing his way through your soaked hole.

"mm—cho fuck!" you mewl out, cheek pressed against the cool countertop. he pushes deeper till his hips meet your ass.

"big, cho, so big." you mumble, already forgetting how to come up with a single thought.

he rests his hands on your hips and starts to roll his hips against yours. it feels good. his tip kisses your walls softly, making love to your insides. you whine, squeezing your eyes closed.

"that's it, baby." he whispers, starting to thrust slowly. it feels ecstatic.

you cry out softly when his index finger rubs your clit. he rubs soft circles on the sweet bud, making you shutter and whine. "cho! more—ngh—please!"

he takes your plea and thrusts faster, holding your hips with one hand and playing with your clit with the other. it feels overwhelming. his size is huge, not fitting the first time you both made love.

you still haven't gotten used to the size of him. all you need is his hot tip and he'll somehow send you off.

his hips catch a steady pace. its fast and agressive, causing you to clench around him.

"fuck, pretty!" he whimpers, fucking you faster and faster with each thrust. your mouth drops open, spit pooling at the corner of your mouth.

"cho—ahh—ngh good, cho!" he takes your praise and fucks you harder. his finger works faster circles on your clit, flicking and rubbing you to oblivion.

he feels you clench around him tightly, squirming and whining. "close! faster—mmph—faster c-cho!"

his hips drill into yours, finger working on your bud and then he feels you clench. you squeeze him so tightly, he cums with you. he whines, crying out how good you feel.

you stay pressed to the counter, while he stays buried inside. you both pant, pussy pulsing around his cock. he pulls out slowly, making you moan at the sensitivity.

it goes quiet in the kitchen, the only sounds are your breathing. he pulls you back up, twirling you around and kissing your forehead.

"what were you making for breakfast?"

[megumios]

choso just wants to do you a favor and give into your fantasy ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i need him to wake me up like this

choso remembers the first serious talk about intimacy you had. he specifically remembers you saying you wanted to be woken up with fingers buried deep inside you, why not make that reality now?

he wakes up from his slumber with a boner growing in his boxers. he assumed he had a wet dream even though he can't really remember. his skin is sticky in sweat as he sits up.

you're laying on your back, sleeping soundly. he watches you for a few minutes before remembering exactly what you said.

he lays back down next to you, kissing your cheek as he hand dips into your panties. he can feel your warmth and he nearly makes a sticky mess in his pants.

he slides a finger inside your pussy. it's not wet, you're asleep, not even close to being aroused. he doesn't want to hurt you so he pulls his finger out. he gathers spit on his fingers and dips them back into your panties.

he rolls two fingers around your clit and he feels you twitch. he stops for a second, making sure you're still asleep before continuing to roll circles on your pretty bud.

you twitch again but this time he doesn't stop. he can feel you getting wetter by the second, your body reacts to him so quickly. he watches your face, your chest heaving up and down.

he wonders if you think you're dreaming.

when you finally get wet enough, he slips one finger into your hole, reaching that one spongey spot. your chest heaves more but somehow you haven't woken up.

he slides another finger in. he can feel a stretch and he hears your breath hitch. he keeps going, thumb rubbing your clit as he fucks his fingers into you.

your pussy reacts to his every move even if you're not conscious. choso thinks it's sexy. he continues fingering your poor pussy till he feels you clench around his fingers.

you gasp, eyes opening, finally coming back to consciousness.

it takes you a few seconds to realize what was happening. choso fingering you while you slept.

a fantasy, one you wanted to experience for the longest.

you smile lazily at choso, pulling him close as he leaves his fingers in your soaked pussy.

he doesn't say anything, his thumb gently nudges your clit again and he feels you get wetter. he smirks, moving his fingers again, this time with you awake.

[megumios]

being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love boobs

it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.

somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.

if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.

he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.

your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.

he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.

just a mini ramble ><

[rkkuna]

— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex

it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you he’s gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet.  

his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and don’t like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while he’s got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you can’t do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.

but there’s also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his can’t take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. “baby,” he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. “huh?” through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isn’t looking at you. he’s fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when he’s slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. “what did you say?”

if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesn’t seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.

it’s when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before he’s leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. “you’re pretty too, sweetheart,” his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. “so pretty, my pretty lady,” he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before he’s wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.

you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. “baby,” you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before they’re moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.

his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. “my pretty baby, so sweet and soft,” he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. “you’re so perfect, so mine.”

he’s gone, that much you realise, and you also realise he’s not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster. 

“m’yours,” you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. “all yours, honey please.” 

“you’re so perfect, m’so lucky to have you,” he can’t stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.

the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. “feels ‘shoo good,” you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts. 

your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. “so warm, holy shit” his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. “so wet,” his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. “you’re so fucking perfect, fuck honey.”

his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you can’t tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. “mmm love you,” you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder. 

“love you more,” he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. “love you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.” 

you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. “more, need more, please, honey—”

“wanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little linger—ohmygod,” another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. “pussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, that’s it.”

“can’t, need you to move faster.”

his lips curl up into a smirk and you cling to his shoulder tighter when he moves his head towards your neck again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “lemme play with you a little longer, baby, yeah?”

[gojogasms]

oh nothing… just making out with satoru ❤︎

tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹

his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.

he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.

then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.

his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.

he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.

then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”

he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.

he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.

his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.

he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.

“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.

“hey.” you breathe back.

he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.

[kittennextdoor]

۶ৎ nsfw | your man loves when you fuck him back

You're on all fours, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind in a steady, punishing rhythm. The grip of his hands on your hips was tight, fingers digging into your skin while he drove into you over and over, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. You’d been taking it beautifully, moaning into the sheets, letting him control the pace. But tonight you wanted more.

Bracing your arms, you started pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with a roll of your hips. The second you started fucking him back, slamming your ass against his pelvis, taking him deeper, matching his rhythm, he let out a raw, broken groan. “Shit… baby,” he growled, voice thick with surprise and lust.

You didn’t stop. Every time he drove forward, you pushed back just as hard, fucking yourself on him like you couldn’t get enough. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, filthier. He stilled for a moment, letting you work yourself on him, savoring the way you were eagerly bouncing back. He loved it.

You could feel it in how much harder he got inside you, in the way his fingers flexed on your hips like he was barely holding himself together. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “That’s it… fuck me back. Just like that.”

Encouraged, you kept pushing, grinding, and slamming back onto him, giving as good as you got. He quickly matched your energy, thrusting harder, pushing into you deeper, one hand sliding up your back to grip your shoulder for leverage as the two of you moved together in a messy, desperate rhythm.

“God, I love when you fuck me back,” he groaned, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, breath hot on your neck. “You feel so fucking good like this.”

The two of you kept moving like that — frantic, sweaty, and perfectly in sync, until your legs started shaking and his thrusts turned erratic. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, holding you tight against him as he came hard, your own orgasm crashing over you while you kept pushing back, milking every last drop from him.

[telluriccurrents]

Seduced: "Future Son-in-law"

Patrick and Beth were engaged to get married in a month, but something wasn’t right. Patrick had always had a healthy sex drive. It was one of the things she loved about him, but he hadn't touched her in a couple of weeks. She figured that he had to be getting it from somewhere, so she mentioned it to her Father. He told her that He would talk to the boy and see if her fears were justified.

Beth's father and Patrick didn't hit it off at first. He saw Patrick as another pretty boy from a rich family who was skating through life on his good looks without putting in the work. Still, Hank had tried to get to know Patrick for the sake of His little girl.

Patrick’s cocky entitled attitude pissed off Hank from the go. Until one day, sick of his bullshit, Hank blew up on him, aggressively dressing him down for his entitled attitude.  Patrick immediately apologized. The boy had been a model kid around Him ever since. He had even taken to calling Hank “Sir.”

Hank was pleased with the change and thought that Patrick just needed to know who was in charge. It could have even been that maybe the boy just needed a strong Man to guide him. Since Patrick was going to be part of the family, Hank took it upon Himself to be that positive role model.

Patrick and Hank started hanging out together even when Beth wasn’t around. Even when they both came to the house, Patrick immediately gravitated towards Hank, like a loyal pet. The boy was quick to get Hank a beer, help out without being asked, and take rides with Hank when He had errands to run. Patrick seemed pretty good at anticipating Hank's needs. The two had grown close over the months before the wedding. Beth was happy, until now.

Hank pulled Patrick aside to talk to the boy for his daughter's as well as their growing bond. After a heart to heart, Hank didn’t get the impression there was another girl. He decided to continue to investigate anyway. Hank decided to take the boy out, get him loosened up with a couple of drinks and see how he reacted around pretty girls. He knew just the spot.

The guys went to the Thirsty Tiger, a bar not far from campus. There were lots of sorority girls there, and more than a few of them were sluts. Hank used to hang there in His college days. Plenty of pussy for the taking. It would be a good test ground.

As the night went on Patrick seemed only to focus on conversation with Hank. A few girls had come up and flirted with them, but Patrick didn't react when any of the girls hit on him, not even some lighthearted flirting. Hank found it strange because He himself was tempted to take a few of them home even though they were half His age. Regardless, Patrick was either playing it really cool, or he was happy with Beth. 

As the night wore on, Hank was about to throw in the towel when a guy walked in. He was a muscle boy just like Patrick, maybe a little bigger, definitely taller. Hank noticed Patrick seemed to focus on him almost immediately.

"You know him?" Hank asked, curious about Patrick's sudden change in demeanor.

"Kind of. That’s David. He is in one of my classes. A real dick. We had a group project and he just kind of took over, made me come to his place to do the work, and bossed me around the whole time. He even wanted me to do his laundry while I was there," Patrick said with a sigh as he took a big sip of his beer.

"What did you do?" Hank asked since that was a curious thing to ask someone to do that you didn’t know that well.

"I did it,” Patrick said as he frowned then took another sip of his beer.

“Dude, grow some balls. What clothes did you put on for him?” Hank asked, genuinely curious.

“That’s the fucked up thing. He had me go get his gym bag and get his clothes out of there,” Patrick said shaking his head in disbelief that he had actually done it.

“Like what?” Hank asked.

“I don’t know. Some gym shorts, tank tops, socks, a couple of dirty jocks, you know, workout clothes, stuff like that,” Patrick said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“So basically, you handled his jockstrap that he had his sweaty junk in?” Hank asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. And they were fucking ripe. I mean sweat, piss droplets in his jock. I think he even used it for a cum rag because it looked like dried cum on it,” Patrick said, not realizing how strange it sounded particularly when two straight men were talking about another guy’s clothes. What was more curious to Hank was that Patrick had taken the time to inspect them.

“Let me get this straight. You fucking handled another Man’s cum and piss stained clothes?” Hank asked again. He was having a hard time wrapping His head around it.

“Well, I wasn’t going to do it at first. I mean, I went and got his gym bag for him, like he asked, but I wasn’t going to put them in the washer,” the boy said, defensively.

“But?” Hank asked.

“Well, like I said. He is a dick. He grabbed one of the dirty jocks, wrestled me to the ground and held it in my face until I said I'd do whatever he wanted,” Patrick said, looking down.

What Patrick didn't tell Hank was that he gotten hard when David was on top of him. After a few moments, the boy glanced up at Hank. Hank's expression kind of said it all.

“I know, I know. I’m a pussy. I just don’t like to fight if I don’t have to. It's not in my nature.”

“Incredible,” Hank said. This was the strangest conversation He'd ever had with another guy.

“And, do you know that asshole made me wait for them to come out of the dryer and fold them too before I went home,” Patrick said, trying to act outraged.

“Let me guess. You did it,” Hank said disappointed in the kid.

“Yeah. I guess I did. I mean he told me to,” Patrick said, clearly disappointed in himself.

During the bizarre conversation, Hank couldn’t help but notice that Patrick couldn't take his eyes off David. Hank would almost swear that he caught Patrick checking out David's package. That was when it slowly dawned on Hank what might be going on.

Patrick was naturally submissive and responded innately to Dominant people. That certainly explained his daughter. Patrick obviously has a subconscious need to be dominated, to be made to serve. Maybe he even had a thing for Men, Dominant Men. He probably didn’t even realize it, Hank thought. Now Hank began to wonder when Patrick told David that he would do anything he wanted, what else did David make Patrick do.

Back in the day, before Hank married, He had fucked a few guys. There was always one or two that everyone knew you could fuck on the down low if you were having a run of bad luck with the girls. But despite the fact that they were great fucks, they really weren't the kind of people you wanted to be seen with, at least not back then. They weren't sexy muscle boys like Patrick who could pass for straight.

After Hank married the first time, there wasn’t really a reason to hook up with guys anymore. But being recently divorced, He realized that He was free to do whatever He wanted. Seeing Patrick sitting there with his fit muscular body, trim waist and handsome face, the old memories came back.

As Patrick droned on about something, Hank was imagining what it would be like to fuck the boy. Hank figured with the boy being so submissive, he would do anything Hank wanted, anything to please Him. Hank's thoughts were interrupted when David made his way around the room, eventually stopping by their table.

“Hey faggot,” he said to Patrick. “Wanna sniff my jock? It's extra ripe but I kept it on just in case you were out here tonight. Don't think I didn't notice how much you love it.”

Hank looked over at Patrick. He was obviously angry and embarrassed but unable to take up for himself. Since Patrick wouldn’t say anything, Hank did. Standing up, He towered over David by two or three inches.

“What the fuck did you just say to my son-in-law?”

“Calm down, old guy,” David said.

Hank had an overwhelming desire to smack the shit out of the cocky bastard and David could tell instantly this wasn't something he wanted to get tangled in.

“Didn’t realize you got yourself an older boyfriend, Patrick. I'll leave you two love birds alone,” David said mockingly as he turned and headed back to a group of guys at the bar.

Hank sat down brusquely, worked up over the confrontation with Patrick's bully. Patrick’s focus instantly transferred to Hank. The boy had a look of awe, almost worship on his face.

Hank knew that look. It was the same look a four year old gets when he sees his first ice cream cone, that a teenage girl gets when she hangs up a poster of her favorite boy band member. It was the look that submissive guys get in the presence of truly dominant Men.

It was becoming clear to Hank that while Patrick was a good guy, he wasn’t right for His little girl. At some point, another "David" would enter Patrick’s life, and the entire marriage would end in a tragic train wreck. His little girl would be crying on his shoulder while Patrick's legs would be on some other guy's shoulders.

Hank knew there was one way to end the marriage and, because Patrick's submissiveness had made His cock hard, a way for Him to get something out of it as well.

“Let’s go,” Hank said, throwing some cash down. Patrick obediently followed Hank like a puppy.

“You’re staying over at My place tonight,” Hank ordered. “I’ll text Beth and let her know you’ve had too much to drink.”

“But I haven’t,” Patrick said confused. Hank looked at him sternly. Patrick studied Hank’s face for a minute.

“Yes, Sir." Hank felt His cock twitch at the words. By the time that Hank and Patrick got back to His place, Hank started having second thoughts.

“You’ll sleep on the couch.” He told the boy. Patrick took off his jacket and threw it on a chair, kicked off his shoes and took off his socks before plopping down on the couch.

“What are you doing?” Hank asked, slightly annoyed. “You’ve been in those clothes all day. Don't fuck up My couch. Take them off.”

Patrick lifted his head, ““But what will I wear?”

“Why do you need to wear anything? Take them off,” Hank said forcefully.

Hank knew it wasn't a good idea to tell the boy to take his clothes off, but part of him wanted to at least see what He was passing up.

“Can I at least get a blanket?” Patrick asked. Hank walked into His bedroom and came back with a cotton sheet.

“Here,” He said throwing it towards the boy.

Patrick started to undress. First the shirt, then the pants. Naturally, the kid was wearing tighty whities. The boy had a muscular toned body, smooth. In nothing but his drawers, he was looking sexy as hell. Too sexy.  Surprisingly, Patrick slipped off his underwear too. If the boy had any shame at being naked in front of Hank, he didn’t show it.

As the boy bent over to tuck the sheet in, Hank couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the boy’s ass was. Patrick’s face may have been that of a young man with his boyish looks and close-cut hair, but from the back, his trim waist and fleshy but muscular ass actually looked slightly feminine. He had the type of ass that was begging to be fucked hard and long. Hank guessed David noticed that too and had probably already fucked Patrick. If David could do it, why shouldn't He get His too? Any doubts Hank had about fucking the kid passed.

“Patrick,” Hank said. Patrick turned around.

“Come take My shirt off.” Patrick looked at Hank curiously.

"Why?" the boy asked.

“Just do it,” Hank said firmly.

Patrick walked over. He was keenly aware of how much bigger Hank was than him. Patrick reached down and pulled Hank’s t-shirt off over his head. Patrick took a moment to admire the handsome older Man standing before him.

Hank was tall, muscular but with some body fat as befitted a Man of His age. His chest was moderately hairy and tapered down into a treasure trail ending at the waist of His jeans. Patrick noticed that Hank’s body was tanned from being out in the sun, punctuated by numerous tattoos. Hank watched as the boy studied Him. The contrast between the naked boy and the partially clothed Man was stark. Patrick looked up at Hank.

“Now my jeans.”

This time Patrick didn't ask why, he just silently obeyed. The boy unbuttoned Hank's jeans and putting his hands inside the hips slipped the jeans down Hank’s legs. Patrick couldn’t help but feel the thick hair covering Hank's thighs, again so unlike his own light covering of down. It was jet black and contrasted with the golden color of Hank’s skin.

“The rest,” Hank said. Patrick inserted his hands under the waistband of Hank’s boxer briefs and slipped them down as well. This time the boy allowed his hands to linger on the older Man's body. Hank casually stepped out of his underwear, His cock close to Patrick's face. Patrick hesitated in that position for a couple of seconds, almost like he was waiting on a command, before finally standing back up.

Patrick looked down at his soon to be father-in-law’s cock. It was thick, not fully hard, but large, and hung down between His legs. Another contrast to his own smaller dick. It was a classic scene of a Man and a boy. By now, it had become increasingly clear to Patrick what was happening. Hank studied Patrick for any sense of reluctance or resistance. There was none.

Hank reached out and putting His hand behind the boy’s head pulled Patrick in and kissed him. Feeling the warmth of Hank’s body against his, Patrick instinctively put his arms around Hank’s neck as he opened his mouth to allow Hank’s tongue inside.

Hank’s hands went to Patrick’s lower back and muscular ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. Hank didn’t ask Patrick’s permission. He knew that He didn’t need to. Just like with David, He knew Patrick would put up no resistance. The boy was His to do with as He pleased.

Patrick’s hand reached out instinctively for Hank’s cock and slowly stroked it as it got hard in his hand. Patrick felt it grow in length and thickness. It was much bigger than his own. The boy guessed it was 8 or 9" maybe, but it didn’t matter. It was Hank’s.

“Patrick, let Me ask you something,” Hank said leaning back to study the boy's face.

“That night, at David's house, he fucked you. Didn't he?”

Patrick studied Hank’s face for a moment. Hank could tell Patrick was struggling with a response.

“Yes. How did you know?’ the boy asked quietly.

“Don't worry about it,” Hank said, smiling.

His daughter was right. Patrick might not have been having sex with other chicks, but he was having sex, even if he was the one being fucked.

In a way, Hank was relieved. While taking a boy's cherry is always sweet, He was glad that He wasn't exploiting the boy's natural submissiveness to make him do something he might not have done otherwise.

“Did you want him to?” Hank pushed the issue.

“No. I promise. He forced me to do it. I know it was wrong to do that to Beth, Sir, but . . . " the boy hesitated.

"To be honest, I guess "forced" might not be the right word. I didn't want to do it. At first, I tried to push him off, but he pinned me face down on the couch. He told me not to fight him or I would be sorry. So, I stopped fighting him. It wouldn't have mattered if I had told him "No." He was going to do it anyway,” Patrick said, resting his head against Hank's chest as he held Hank tight. Hank felt a single tear fall on his chest.

Hank couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. He had seen this happen before with submissive girls and boys. They were easily victimized because they seemed to believe they didn’t have the right to say "No." Hank wrapped his arms around the boy, giving him a hug.

“I mean, what was I supposed to do, Sir?” Patrick asked, as he studied Hank's face for some form of judgment.

Hank looked down. Patrick was hard, his smaller dick pushing up against Hank’s body. That told Hank everything He needed to know. He might not have wanted it, but he needed it, needed to be dominated, controlled, made to serve.

"Nothing," Hank said. "You couldn't do anything about it. If you had fought him, he would have just hurt you." Hank knew this was not the moment to convince the boy he had the right to say no to a Man.

Hank thought about pushing Patrick to his knees, encouraging the boy to take His cock into his mouth, but He knew Patrick would struggle to take Him into his mouth. Hank wanted to hear him moan, not gag. He wanted to feel the boy's muscular body under His. He wanted to feel the boy's hole wrapped around His cock.

Hank pushed Patrick down on the couch and spread his legs. Patrick didn’t resist, holding them open to how Hank had moved them.

“I’m going to fuck you, Patrick,” Hank said. He didn't ask the boy's permission. He just announced that He was going to do it, just like David had. He knew the boy wouldn't tell Him no, just like he hadn't told David "No."

Patrick had a starry-eyed look as he shook his head before quietly saying, “Yes, Sir.” Hank began to wonder if David was Patrick's first.

As submissive as Patrick was around dominant Men, Hank began to think someone, somewhere along the way of Patrick growing up, maybe even more than one, must have fucked him in the past. Surely, no straight guy that hadn't been taken advantage of was this submissive.

Hank reached over opening a drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. Squeezing the lube into the palm of his hand, Hank rubbed some on His cock before slipping on the condom. Squeezing more into His palm, He generously applied it to His covered cock and Patrick’s hole, inserting first one, then a second finger as Patrick moaned.

Hank could tell that the boy had been fucked before. He was also pretty sure David wasn't his first. Either that or David had fucked him more than a couple of times. Either way, the boy was still tight, tight enough for a Man hung like Hank at least.

“Are you ready, son?” Hank asked. Patrick shook his head “yes.”

Hank smiled affectionately at the boy. Somehow, He knew that Patrick would be ok with whatever Hank wanted from him. He was definitely a pussy boy at heart, he couldn't help it, but what a hot little fucking pussy boy.

Hank pushed the head of His cock against the boy’s asshole. At first it was just a pressure that Patrick felt until suddenly something gave way and Hank’s cock plunged forward pushing through his anal sphincter. Patrick's body tensed as he clenched his teeth in pain, punctuated by a muffled groan. Hank held His cock still to allow the boy to get used to the girth of His cock. Hank knew that He wasn't small, but the boy was taking it like a champ.

"You, ok?” Hank asked. Patrick shook his head “yes.”

"Ready for me to keep going?" Hank asked not sure that if the boy told Him no that He wouldn't do it anyway. The boy's ass and body were just too hot not to fuck him. Patrick said, "I'm ok."

Hank pushed further into the boy, rocking back and forth gently but firmly, until He felt a second band of resistance. Looking down, Hank could tell He was only two-thirds of the way in. But the part that was in the boy was driving Hank wild with pleasure. Whatever David had done, he hadn't loosened the boy up that much. He was still tight as a drum.

“This is going to hurt a little,” Hank said as He braced himself and forcefully pushed His cock forward. This time, Patrick’s eyes squeezed tight and his whole body tensed reflexively as Hank’s cock popped through the boy's second ring.

“Fuck, that hurts,” Patrick said. Hank smiled at him.

"I know it hurts, baby boy, but it will get better. I want you to take all of Me, can you do that for Me?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir. I can do that," the boy said fighting the pain as he pulled his ass cheeks open wider to make it easier for Hank to get all the way in him. Hank couldn't help but wonder at the boy. He not only couldn't say "No," he seemed to want to do whatever he had to please Hank.

Hank was loving the feeling of Patrick's warm moist insides, as the head of His cock swelled with blood again now that it was passed all the constricting muscles. Maybe it had just been too long, but Hank didn’t remember any pussy feeling this good around His cock. Or could it be that Hank had just wanted Patrick that badly?

Hank held still again until He could tell the boy was starting to relax both by the look on his face and the feel of his asshole around Hank's cock. Pulling back, Hank looked down wanting to watch His cock slide all the way in and out of the beautiful boy's newly cunted hole.

That was when Hank noticed that the condom had broken somewhere along the way and had slid down to the base of His cock. No wonder the boy’s insides felt so good. He was fucking the boy raw. Hank stopped fucking Patrick.

“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.

Hank couldn’t decide if He should do the right thing and put another condom on or just continue fucking the boy bareback. He wouldn't know the difference. Ultimately, He decided to see what Patrick said.

“The condom broke,” Hank offered.

“I was wondering,” Patrick said innocently.

Reaching down, Patrick slipped what was left of the condom off Hank's cock. Hank took that to mean the boy wanted him to put another condom on.

As He reached for another condom, Patrick grabbed Hank's cock and steered it back to his hole. Putting his hands on Hank’s hips, Patrick pulled the older Man into him. Hank smiled at the boy as He allowed himself to slip back in, basking in the feeling of the boy’s warm moist insides on the bare skin of His cock.

“You sure?” Hank asked, as He gently rocked his cock back and forth in the boy.

“It’s ok. David never used one either,” Patrick said.

Lifting his head, Patrick kissed Hank. Just the way Patrick said it, Hank realized David definitely fucked the handsome boy more than once. Sensing some hesitation on Hank's part, Patrick offered, “It’s ok. Don't stop.” 

“Did you let David cum inside you?” Hank asked curiously as He started slowly thrusting in and out of the boy. Patrick's look turned from euphoric to concerned.

"Please don't be mad at me, Sir," Patrick said meekly.

Hank couldn't believe the kid thought He would be mad about it. Despite the fact that Patrick didn't tell him no, David clearly took advantage of the boy's submissive nature when he forced Patrick to have sex. Besides, Hank had no prior claim on the boy, at least not then.

"I didn't tell him he could. He just did it. I didn't want him to. Honestly, Sir."

"It's ok," Hank said. "I understand." The boy looked happy again.

Hank did understand. He knew Patrick wasn't capable of telling a Man "No." Despite the fact that the boy had cheated on His daughter, Patrick's submission, his inability to say no even to a Man he didn't like, was sexy as fuck.

“How long has David been making you come over so he could fuck you?” Hank said, guessing this had been going on a while. Patrick sighed. He wondered when Hank would figure it out. In a way, the boy was relieved to have someone to talk about it to.

“About a couple of weeks now,” Patrick said, his body gently shifting forward and back and forth as Hank’s strokes got harder and more purposeful. Patrick was now moaning louder. Hank could tell that His precum leaking into the muscled boy beneath him was loosening him up, making it easier to fuck the boy roughly. Suddenly, the idea of breeding the hot boy was paramount in His thoughts. If David could do it, He could to.

“You can’t let him fuck you anymore,” Hank finally said, leaning down and biting the boy’s nipples gently as He thrust even harder into the boy. Patrick gasped.

“I won't, Sir,” he said completely in subspace from getting fucked by the older Man.

“Because you belong to Me now,” Hank said, not believing the words that just came out of His mouth.

“I know, Sir.” Patrick’s total submission eased any remnants of guilt Hank had for seducing and fucking His future son-in-law.

Grasping Patrick by the throat Hank started slamming into the boy as hard as He could while Patrick moaned and furiously jerked himself. He was ready to breed the boy and claim him as His own. Hank's body started to shudder as He felt the cum rising up from His nuts.

"I'm coming, son," Hank said as He shoved his cock as deep into Patrick as the boy's hole would allow. An incredible wave of pleasure washed over Hank as He started spewing His load deep in him, coating the insides of the moaning boy beneath him. Hank had never experienced an orgasm so intensely as He did fucking His future son-in-law that night.

At the same time that Patrick felt Hank cumming inside him, the boy started shooting his own load all over his chest and abs, his face a mixture of intense pleasure and release.

Finally, Patrick let go of his dick and gazed on Hank’s face while the older Man slowly rocked His cock back and forth in the boy, milking every last bit of cum into his body. Hank noticed that Patrick had a look of adulation on his face. Spent, Hank collapsed on top of the boy, trying to catch His breath.

Rubbing His cheek against Patrick’s, Hank said, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Patrick kissed Hank’s ear and then His lips, “Yes, it was.” Hank pulled back to look at the boy’s face.

“You saved me from David. I didn't like it when he fucked me,” Patrick said rubbing his hands down Hank’s muscular back, hugging Him tight.

"And you like it when I fuck you?" Hank asked. He needed that affirmation that He was right to do this to the boy that He hadn't been just as big a dick as David.

“Of course. I loved it, Sir. I wanted You to cum inside me,” Patrick said as he kissed Hank on the lips.  He whispered into Hank's ears, "You should have been my first." Fuck, thought Hank, the boy was stealing His heart.

For the next two days, the two didn’t leave the house. Hank constantly fucked Patrick until His cock was raw. Patrick on the other hand never seemed to get enough of Hank. He must have bred the boy at least 10 times if not more. They had lost count.

Hank understood what His daughter saw in the boy. Handsome, beautiful body, sensitive, giving, and the boy loved sex. He could take a pounding better than any of Hank's ex-wives. It was like he couldn't get enough of the older Man's huge cock pounding his ass. Hank certainly couldn't get enough of Patrick's hole.

As they lay in the bed taking a break, Hank held Patrick while He thought about all that had happened. He knew at some point He'd have to talk to His daughter. He felt bad, not for what He did to Patrick, but to His daughter. But He also knew if it hadn't been Him another Man would have claimed the boy as his own. Hank couldn't allow that.

Patrick was His boy now. There was no way Hank could stop fucking him, not even for her. No matter how much it upset her, she'd just have to find someone else.

[telluriccurrents]

Forced: "The Rape of Robby"

Something didn’t make sense. While Robby wasn't normally a suspicious person, he couldn’t help but wonder why he got his own room with a king-size bed. He'd been on lots of these trips with his buddies before, but he always had to bunk, sometimes three or four guys to a room.

This trip was no different. There weren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own room. Yet, somehow, Robby had the biggest room with the biggest bed all to himself. It wasn’t like Robby paid more than the other guys. In fact, he hadn’t paid anything for the room. He was a guest of his best friend Alex. 

"Consider it an early birthday present. A weekend to remember," Alex told Robby. Robby had wondered if it had something to do with what had happened a couple of weeks back. 

A bunch of the guys had spent a long weekend on Santa Rosa Island. After the guys in the next bed had gone to sleep, Alex had convinced a really drunk Robby to suck his cock that night.

It started with Alex slowly jerking Robby off, bringing him to the edge and stopping. Alex then insisted Robby jerk him off in return. After a little while of half-assed drunken effort, Alex would push Robby’s hand off his dick and start stroking his buddy again.

Unlike Robby, Alex was deliberately trying to work Robby up. A drunk Robby could be talked into a lot of things, but a drunk horny Robby could be talked into even more. Again, he jerked Robby off bringing him right up the edge, stopping only right before Robby could get off.

“Come on, man. You can’t do that to a bro,” Robby whispered almost begging Alex to finish him off.

“Your turn,” Alex whispered, moving Robby’s hand to his hard cock.

Robby slowly jerked Alex but he wasn’t as interested in getting Alex off as he was in Alex getting him off. Alex didn’t care. A hand job wasn’t what he really wanted. After a while, he started working on Robby again, this time Robby was begging his buddy to get him off, but that wasn’t in the cards. Not yet.

“Come on, do me again,” Alex told him. Robby reached out for his buddy. All he wanted was to get off and the sooner he jerked Alex off, the sooner Alex could finish him off.

“No,” Alex said pushing Robby’s hand away. “Use your mouth.”

“What? No dude,” Robby whispered.

“Dude, you’re not even trying to get me off. Just suck my cock. It will be much faster and then I’ll get you off.”

“Forget it. I’ll just do it myself,” Robby said grabbing his dick. Alex pushed his hand away.

“No, you already got me this far. You can’t stop now. I need you to suck my dick, and then I’ll get you off. If you don’t do it, I’ll wake the other guys up when you are working your meat and tell them I had a finger up your ass while you jerked off.”  

“Come on, man. I don’t want to suck your dick. I just want to get off,” Robby whispered, horny but still pretty drunk. Had he been thinking clearly, he would have just got up and gone to the bathroom.

“Come on, your girl does it for you. What's the big deal? Don’t I deserve the same? Just get under the covers and suck me off. Then I’ll get you off, I promise,” Alex said reaching over and giving Robby a few tugs to remind him what he desperately wanted.

“Come on, man,” Robby whined.

“Just do it. If you keep talking, they’ll wake up and neither of us will get off,” Alex said as he pulled up the covers and pushed Robby’s head down into his crotch. Being too drunk to think straight, Robby relented and started sucking Alex’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck man, your mouth feels incredible,” Alex said gently putting his hand on the back of Robby’s head. When Robby decided that he had sucked long enough, Alex would push Robby’s head back down to keep him going.

“Just a little while longer. I’m almost there and then I’ll do you,” Alex told him. Robby reluctantly kept blowing his bro. In Robby’s mind, it wasn't gay, because Alex would return the favor and suck him off.

Not being as drunk and really turned on by the fact that he was able to convince Robby to blow him, Alex couldn’t last long. It wasn’t but a few more minutes before Alex grabbed Robby’s head as he started to unload in his bro’s mouth. Robby tried to pull off Alex’s dick, but he wouldn’t let him. When Robby started panicking, Alex shut it down quickly.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake the guys up. Do you really want them to see you with my dick in your mouth.” Not wanting to be caught, Robby immediately relented allowing his bro to continue to cum in his mouth, as Alex quietly moaned with pleasure.

“Now swallow it,” Alex said. Robby shook his head “No" trying to hold his bro's cum in his mouth until he could spit it out.

“You have to bro, if they see that much cum on our sheets, they are going to know we fooled around. And then I’ll have to tell them you sucked my dick. You don’t want that, do you?” Alex asked. Again not thinking straight, and knowing he would never live it down if the other guy's found out, Robby reluctantly swallowed his bro’s load to Alex’s perverse delight.

“Ok, your turn,” Alex said reaching for Robby’s dick.

“No, man, I’m good,” Robby said, rolling over and turning his back to Alex.

Robby was too humiliated. He had not only sucked another guy’s dick, but he had also swallowed his load. All he wanted now was to go to sleep and forget it ever happened.  Despite just getting off, Alex was still turned on, especially since he had finally gotten his cock in Robby's mouth.

Alex wrapped his arms around Robby until he thought that he heard Robby start to lightly snore. Alex slipped his still hard cock between Robby’s legs pushing the still slick head of his cock up against Robby’s asshole.  

While Robby was pretty fucked up, he wasn’t that drunk. Robby tried pretending to be asleep hoping his friend wouls stop, but Alex just kept rubbing his cock head against Robby’s hole, pushing harder and harder trying to get it in him. Finally, having enough, Robby rolled over and told him to stop.

“Aw, come on, bro. Just the tip,” Alex said, kissing Robby's neck. 

“Stop it. Dude, we can’t do that. You’re going to wake the guys up. I don’t want to chance it.”

The short answer was Robby didn't want to get fucked. It was bad enough Alex had convinced Robby to suck his dick, but getting fucked was just too homo no matter how drunk he was.

Robby realized now that he just should have said "never going to happen" but, at the time, he said whatever excuse his drunk ass could come up with to convince Alex that it wasn't a good idea. Waking up the other guys was the best he could come up with at the moment. That seemed to do the trick.

With Robby having a room to himself, if Alex could get Robby alone, that excuse wouldn’t work this time. Since that night, any chance that Alex got he would remind Robby that he had sucked Alex’s dick and that he wanted him to do it again. A couple of times he even told Robby "you owe me a fuck."

Robby didn't understand why Alex couldn't let it go. Alex was obsessed with the idea of having sex with him. Robby had hoped it was just a one and done thing between bros and it would be forgotten. Apparently, it wasn't. Robby had to make sure that it didn't happen again, but something else was bothering him.

Alex had assigned the rooms. Why didn't he just tell the other guys that Robby was rooming with him? He'd at least have Robby alone and the privacy to try to pressure him into sex again. Why give him the big room all to himself? It didn’t make any sense.

Toweling off from a quick shower, Robby looked out the window at the guys out by the pool. His thoughts were cut short by the arrival of Trent, who had shown up out of nowhere. Robby hadn't known Trent was coming. He wouldn’t have agreed to come if he had known that Trent would be here.

A couple of months before that night with Alex, Robby had been out with Trent and a bunch of the guys. Trent kept feeding him shots until Robby was almost black-out drunk. In retrospect, Robby realized that must have been Trent’s plan all along. He had seen Him do that to plenty of chicks before. Robby just didn’t suspect that Trent would do it to him, a friend and a guy. And certainly not for the same reasons.

With a little help from the rest of their friends, Trent got Robby into His truck. He took Robby back to His place so he could “sleep it off.” After undressing Robby first and then Himself, Trent climbed into bed next to Robby.

One thing led to another, and after some groping and stroking together with a couple of deep kisses, Trent rolled over and insisted that Robby suck His dick. Just wanting to sleep, Robby finally gave into Trent’s constant hounding “to just put the tip in his mouth” and begrudgingly did it. 

It wasn’t even really a blow job. It was mostly just the head of Trent’s cock and an inch or so of His shaft in Robby’s mouth, along with his hand jerking off Trent’s freakishly large cock. Trent was too big to easily go in anyone’s mouth. Of course, that didn’t stop Trent from insisting Robby finish Him off. Robby frowned as he remembered the huge load Trent shot in his mouth. It was almost like he could still taste it. Salty and pungent. Robby couldn’t help but remember how smug and demeaning Trent had been when He made him swallow it.

Of course, just like Alex, that wasn’t the end of it. Having gotten His cock in Robby’s mouth, Trent made it clear that He wanted to fuck Robby. Robby was so drunk that he didn't even try to stop Trent when He put the boy's legs on His shoulders and started licking his asshole. Robby even remembered it sort of felt good.

Mentally exhausted from Trent’s constant pressure to submit together with his physical exhaustion from the alcohol and late night out, Robby didn’t even protest when Trent started pressing the head of His cock against Robby's virgin hole. In his drunken state, giving in to Trent was just easier if He would just let him go to sleep. 

What ultimately stopped Trent from fucking Robby that night was that Trent was just too big. It only took a few seconds of pain from Trent trying to force His huge horse cock into Robby’s virgin hole to cause Robby to sober up enough that he came to his senses.

With some effort, Robby was able to get out from under Trent’s much bigger body. Trent was pissed about not getting to fuck him, but Robby didn’t care. He was no fag. There was simply no way that he was going to let another guy fuck him, much less that he was going to be impaled on that huge slab of meat. He clumsily dressed himself and got out of there as quickly as he could. Robby avoided Trent after that. He had only seen him a couple of times, but Trent would crudely remind Robby that he still wanted to fuck him. 

“When are you going to give up your sweet ass, baby boy,” Trent would tell him. Robby tried to just ignore it. However, when Trent showed up somewhere he was, Robby always made an excuse to leave. He knew Trent. All too well. If He ever got him alone again, Robby might not get away that time. 

What Robby couldn’t understand is that Trent fucked lots of girls. With His good looks, muscular build and huge cock, He was a pussy magnet. Why was He so hot on fucking Robby? Was He secretly gay or something? Or did He just get off on dominating and humiliating guys smaller than Him? Trent’s smug satisfaction at making Robby swallow His load suggested it was probably the latter.

Robby’s first instinct was just to leave, but he rode down with Alex. He'd just do his best not to allow himself in another situation with Alex or, especially, Trent. Maybe he would give up his room and sleep on the couch. Somewhere in the presence of the other guys so that Alex and Trent would not be able to suggest sex again. At least not without making them look like they were the homos.

While looking at the guys out by the pool, Robby couldn’t help but notice Trent's crotch in His stretch trunks. A stark reminder of just how huge His cock was. It brought back disturbing memories of Trent trying to force His cock up Robby’s ass. Trent was talking to Alex when Trent's hand went to His crotch. He was rubbing it aggressively. Then, He held His hands out and mimicked fucking someone from behind.

"Shit." Robby thought. Robby saw Alex laughing and, if he read his lips correctly, Alex seemed to have said "Me, first."

"Fucking assholes," Robby said out loud.

Robby figured that Trent and Alex must have shared stories and were colluding with each to take their turns fucking him. This wasn't how bros treated each other. Alex, at least, was supposed to be his best friend. But if he was catching what they were saying right, they were seemingly planning to take their turns with Robby as if he was just some slut they had picked up in a bar. 

Robby decided he would ask Mario and Christian if he could stay in their room. As a gay couple, they would surely understand a guy being hassled by another guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Surely, they would protect him from Trent and Alex.

As he finished toweling off, Robby watched as Mario and Christian walked up to the others. Curious, Robby tried to make out what they were talking about to Alex and Trent. He couldn’t, but all the guys laughed and high-fived each other. Mario also mimicked fucking someone while Christian mimicked holding down someone's head on his crotch bobbing it up and down.

“Fuck,” Robby thought.

If these guys are in on this too, they wouldn't protect him. Robby was basically surrounded and isolated. In his mind, his rape had already started, if not physically, mentally. Robby subconsciously reached back and touched his hole as he remembered how much it hurt when Trent tried to shove His cock in him. But this wouldn't be one cock but three at least. Four, if Christian wanted more than a blow job.

Looking around for something to put on, Robby quickly threw on a swimsuit and headed out to the pool. He was going to put a stop to this shit now. Whatever Alex and Trent had told the others, he was no fag and nobody’s fuck toy.

"Alex, I need to talk to you a second," Robby said grabbing Alex’s arm to pull him aside.

"Sure," he said. All the other guys were grinning, as was Alex.

"Looking good, Robby. Like those speedos on you. Really shows off your ass," Mario yelled to him approvingly. 

"You've been working the gym like a mad man," Christian added. 

Unsure how to respond, Robby just said "Yeah, thanks guys." 

Turning to Alex, Robby asked quietly, "What the fuck is going on and why is Trent here?"

"We were talking and when I told Him who all would be up here, He asked if He could come. He said that He’d been meaning to catch up with you. Said He promised to give you something. Something He said you wanted bad," Alex said watching Robby’s face for a reaction. Robby tried not to react, but he felt his heart sink.

"You know I don't like Him. He's fucking arrogant and thinks He is entitled to do whatever He wants," Robby said.

"You're just pissed at Him because He told other people that you sucked His cock," Alex said grinning.

"He did?" Robby asked. He wanted to ask how many people Trent had told, but before he could ask Alex interrupted.

"Yeah, where do you think I got the idea from?" Alex said rubbing Robby's muscular round ass through his speedos.

"Don't do that," Robby said, twisting his ass away from Alex’s hand.

"Right, not here in front of the other guys. Later, when I got you all to myself," Alex winked.

"Let's cut the bullshit," Robby said both angry and frustrated. "

You and your buddies aren't going to fuck me this weekend. I figured out what you were up to, why I got a room all to myself, why Trent is up here."

"You wanted me to fuck you last time, but we didn't have a place. Now we do. I thought you would appreciate the effort," Alex said as if he was doing Robby a favor.

"No, man, I didn't say that. You just tried. You never asked," Robby said.

"I thought you wanted it. You said that we couldn't do it because it would wake the other guys, not that I couldn't fuck you. Besides, you let Trent fuck you," Alex said, dismissively. Had Robby listened closely he would have noted a hint of jealousy.

"He didn’t fuck me. He tried. And I didn’t let Him. He forced himself on me. That asshole is bigger and stronger than me. He’s got three or four inches on me in height alone. He barely stuck it in before I made Him stop. Dude, I was drunk out of my fucking mind, and He tried to rape me. Don’t take up for Him. That's why I don't like Him," Robby replied, clearly angry and distressed.

"I heard He’s got a lot of inches on you,” Alex said trying to make a joke.

Robby frowned at the bad joke. It was bad enough that Alex was treating him like some random piece of ass he wanted to bang, but the joke about his smaller cock size just made things worse. 

Alex knew that Trent hadn't really fucked Robby. Trent had told him that while they tried, nothing had actually happened. The fact that it almost happened was exactly why Alex wanted to fuck Robby. Even though Alex was secretly crushing on his buddy, it's not like they were ever going to date or something. So, if he could be the one to take Robby's cherry, he was fine with the other guys fucking him. They were all friends after all.

“That's not what Trent said. He said you were begging Him to fuck you but because you guys didn't have any lube that He was too big and you couldn't take it, so He stopped," Alex countered.

"That’s a fucking lie," Robby said.

"So, you could take Him? Or do you mean you did have lube with you?" Alex said taunting him. 

In Alex's mind, he had no problem telling himself that Robby had wanted Trent to fuck him. His friend just didn’t want to admit it. Alex had convinced himself that Robby would turn into a moaning whore for him once he had Alex's cock buried deep in his ass, pounding him into oblivion. Maybe even beg Alex to fuck him like Trent said he did with Him. Alex’s cock was hard as a rock. It couldn’t happen soon enough.

"No, we didn't. The fucker was trying to fuck me with just spit," Robby said frustrated.

"Well, don't worry, I brought enough lube for everyone this time," Alex said grinning. "But knowing how big Trent and Mario are, I get to go first."

"No one is going first," Robby said, his voice cracking a little. Trent walked up.

"How's my sexy little fag boy. I've missed you and your sweet bubble butt. Tonight, you're finally going to see why all the girls beg Me to fuck them," Trent said rubbing Robby's ass as He tried to kiss him on the cheek. Robby turned his head while brushing Trent’s hand away.

"You're not fucking me, Trent. What part of 'I'm straight' can't You get through Your thick fucking skull?" Robby said pointedly.

"Straight?” Trent laughed. Robby glared at Him.

“Dude, you already sucked My cock. That makes you a fag in My book. You can stop pretending no one knows. Everyone knows you sucked My dick. I made sure of that. And, since you had My dick in your mouth, what's the problem with taking My cock up your pretty little pussy? I know how all of you fags dream of a big-dicked stud like Me between your legs. I’ll have you crawling the walls begging Me to never stop fucking you,” Trent bragged.

"That was a mistake," Robby said, blushing as he was forced to admit in front of Alex that he had sucked Trent's cock.

"Dude, you sucked Me off like a pro. And when I shot a load in your mouth, you swallowed it like a greedy little bitch. And My amigo here says you blew him too and eagerly swallowed his spunk too. That isn't a mistake. That's a sey little fag boy who loves taking cock," Trent said cruising Robby's body. Reaching out Trent grabbed Robby’s hand to move it to His swelling crotch. Robby pulled his hand away.

"I was fucked up, and you know it," Robby said, weakly.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself. I know you wanted it. You were going down on Me like a total cockhound. I couldn’t have stopped you if I wanted to. And I didn’t hear you complaining when I was licking your pussy or when I put your legs on My shoulders, but if it makes you feel better, we can get you drunk this time too, if you want," Trent said.

“Whatever it takes to let Me plow you, bro. You know how much I want to feel your boy cunt squeezing My cock while I fill your guts with My baby batter.”

"No," Robby said adamantly.

"Good, I'd prefer you to be sober too when you finally take all 10” of My cock up your hole. I wanna hear you scream as I stretch your hole out. It’s always fucking hot when you sluts beg Me to take it out because it’s too big. Don’t you worry, I won’t. I’ll open your pussy up real good and then fuck you until you’re begging for it harder and deeper ," Trent sneered lustfully.

"That's not what I meant," Robby said tears welling up in his eyes as he noticed Trent adjust His cock as it continued to swell in His swimsuit, leaving little to the imagination.

“See, you’re getting Me hard already just talking about finally getting to fuck your tight little ass,” Trent said. “I’d put money on the fact that you can take a rough fuck better than any chick. In fact, I'm counting on it,” He added.

"Come on, guys. We're friends. Don't do this to me," Robby pleaded, looking first at Alex then at Trent, then back at Alex.

"Dude, we were friends,” Trent said.

“But now that we know you’re a cocksucker with a beautiful bubble butt, you’re just a faggot fuck boy now. A fine-looking fuck boy for sure. One of the prettiest around, but still a fuck boy. And guys like us, we fuck fags like you, especially ones with a body and ass like yours." 

Trent’s cock was fully hard now. The head of His cock was jutting out from the top of His swim trunks. Robby glanced down. There was precum leaking from the slit of His head.

"Alex, I'm going to pack. You need to take me home," Robby said, fighting back tears.

"Sorry. I can’t do that," Alex said calmly. Robby turned and looked at Alex in disbelief.

"You see," Trent said. "It's all worked out. You can be a good little faggot, give up your ass voluntarily, and we'll all have a lot of fun this weekend, especially you. Just think of all the cock you'll get in your mouth and boy cunt plus all the jizz you'll get to swallow. Once you relax and let it happen, you'll love it. I know you will."

"No, I wouldn’t. You’re not going to fuck me. He's not going to fuck me. No one is going to fuck me. You can’t make me if I don't want to," Robby said, as tears leaked from his eyes, down his cheek.

"Then," Trent said, reaching up and rubbing away Robby's tears in mock sympathy and talking to him like a child. "We'll just have to rape you. Personally, I would prefer that. I want you to fight back while I turn your tight little virgin hole into a cunt, but the other guys here just want you to agree to take their cocks like the good little fag you are." 

Mario and Christian walked up at that moment, obviously unaware at how dark the conversation had turned.

"So, you excited?" Mario asked Robby.

"About what?' Robby asked, wiping his tears away.

"All the cock your pretty white ass and mouth can handle. Trent said you fantasized about having all of us guys run a train on you." Mario said while Christian nodded in agreement smiling.

"Guys, look, I know Trent told you that I was some fag or something but I'm not. I've never been fucked before," Robby said.

"Awesome dude, so I'll be your first big black beautiful cock?" Mario asked, nodding approvingly while totally missing what Robby was trying to say.

"No, I’m not cool with this. I don't want to do it," Robby said firmly. Mario looked confused, a little indignant.

"You got something against black dick?" Christian asked.

"No, I'm cool with you guys. I just don't want to get fucked . . . by anyone," Robby said. Mario turned to Trent.

"Dude, if he doesn't want it. He doesn't want it. But You promised us we'd get a piece of sexy white boy ass if we came up. So, what are You going to do about it? You got anything on back up?" Mario asked, clearly disappointed at not being able to nail his hot white friend. Robby felt a wave of relief come over him. Mario would get him out of this.

"You'll get your turn at Robby's ass. He's just nervous and embarrassed to be asking his buddies to pop his cherry. He wants this, I promise. It was his idea to invite all of us up here," Trent said ignoring the fact that Robby was standing right there.

Robby was so astounded at what Trent said that he couldn’t form the words to say something back. He just shook his head "No" as he looked quickly from Mario to Trent hoping Mario would understand and put an end to this.

"Look, bro. You'll get you some boy pussy even if I have to hold him down while you fuck him. I promise," Trent said laughing as if it was a joke. Mario laughed half-heartedly, not quite sure if it was just a joke. 

"Ok, but make sure it’s ok with the boy. Either he’s down with it or it’s not happening," Mario said, grabbing Christian’s waist before turning to walk off. Robby watched in despair as Mario and Christian left, whispering to each other.

"Come on, Alex. It's time to explain to our new pussy boy how it's going to go down," Trent said angrily as He grabbed Robby hard by the back of his neck and pushed him towards the house. 

Mario turned and watched hesitantly, not quite comfortable with what was happening but curious to see how it played out. He and Christian had talked about how hot it would be to tag team Robby this weekend. He was curious to see if Trent could talk Robby into it.

Trent pushed Robby through the sliding glass doors causing him to stumble and fall. Reaching down, He grabbed Robby by the hair and dragged him into the bedroom while Robby was crying and loudly bawling.

"No. Stop. You’re hurting me, Trent. Please."

"Wait here," Trent barked at Alex.

"Wait, dude. I was supposed to fuck him first," Alex protested.

"Shut up and make sure we're not interrupted. Let Me handle it My way, or no one is getting to fuck Robby this weekend," Trent said as He threw Robby onto the bed and slammed the door behind Him. 

Damn it, Alex thought as he heard the door lock. He was disappointed he wouldn't be Robby's first. It didn't matter though. If he gave it up to Trent, Alex thought, Robby would give it up to him as well. After all, he was Robby's best friend. He would make sure that he was Robby's favorite. Alex listened carefully at the door.

"Please Trent, no. Please, don't do this to me," Robby sobbed, his voice straining. Trent said something back, but it was so quiet that Alex couldn't quite make it out. Alex leaned closer to the door.

"Ok, ok. I'm taking them off. Please don't do this. I'll suck Your cock again, I will. I’ll even swallow Your load just like last time. Just please, please don't fuck me," Robby said as he started sobbing out loud. Trent said something again, inaudible.

"No, please, no." It was Robby again.

Alex heard a loud slap and what he thought must have been Robby hitting the floor. This time he heard Trent clearly as He had raised His voice. 

"Up on the fucking bed, face down, bitch. Spread those cheeks and show Me your pussy," Trent ordered.

"No, no," Robby cried.

Alex heard another slap. This one louder as Robby let out a loud wail. Alex felt bad for Robby, but he would make it up to him when Trent was through with him. He would show Robby that sex with a guy could be fun and didn't have to hurt.

"I said, face down," Trent roared. Alex could tell Trent was angry.

Alex knew that he should stop it, but he was too turned on as he jerked his dick thinking about Robby's impending rape. He had heard how rough Trent could be with His girls. He wished he could see it. Fuck, part of him even wished he was the one doing it. Alex was still convinced once Robby finally felt a Man's cock inside him that that he would love it and start moaning with pleasure instead of crying.

“Now spread ‘em,” Trent ordered.

“Please, no, please, Trent,” Robby cried.

“You’re going to fucking take My cock up your ass. Not just the head this time, all of it, until My balls are slapping your cunt. And you’re going to beg Me to fuck you, faggot,” Trent growled.

A loud throaty scream came from behind the door interrupted by loud sobs, followed soon by another loud scream, but not as loud. 

"Fuck, you're tight. Beautifully tight," Trent said loudly.

“It hurts. Please. It hurts so bad. You're fucking tearing me open. Trent, stop.” Robby’s pleading was dropping off slowly as he gasped for air in between sobs. 

"Stop whining you little bitch, I don't even have it all the way in yet," Trent said, as Robby yelled again as Trent forced more of His cock in the boy's unwilling hole. This played on until Alex placing his ear on the door could only hear the slap of flesh on flesh and Robby’s muted sobbing.

“See I knew you could take all 10" of Me,” he heard Trent say.

"Just relax and enjoy it, you fucking slut. Your pussy is feeling real good and soon you will be too. You're going to love getting fucked by Me. All the chicks do.”

One final “No” creeped out of Robby’s mouth before all Alex could hear were the sounds of a rough fucking and gentle crying. Mario came to the door looking concerned. 

“I heard a scream. That didn’t sound too cool,” Mario said. Alex walked over and gently pulled Mario back outdoors.

“Give them some privacy. It’s all cool, I swear. It’s just that Trent has a horse dick. I listened at the door and heard them making out and Robby begging for Trent to fuck him. Trent told Robby that He didn't think he could handle such a big dick, but Robby begged Him to give it to him anyway. I think he didn’t realize how much it would hurt taking Trent’s cock, especially since this was his first time getting fucked. You know how it is,” Alex volunteered somewhat convincingly. Mario being well-endowed knew exactly what Alex was talking about.

“Outside, he said he didn’t want to get fucked, dude,” Mario said suspiciously, but getting horned up at the idea of Robby struggling to take Trent's big dick. He loved it when guys had the same problem taking his cock. But, after a little while, they were begging for it deeper and harder. So it wasn't that hard to believe what Alex was telling him.

“The problem, you see, is Robby is in love with Trent. It’s just that he told Trent he wasn't sure that he wanted to get fucked by the rest of us, but he wanted Trent to fuck him. After some sweet talking by Trent, Robby agreed he’d put out for all of us, like Trent wanted, as long as Trent promised to be the one to take his cherry and be the first one to fuck him every morning. I even heard him tell Trent not to use a condom. Trent didn't want to fuck him bareback at first, but Robby begged Trent to fuck him raw. Does that sound like a straight guy who doesn't want it.? Trust me, he’s cool with it," Alex said. Mario wasn't completely convinced but his now hard cock was making it easier to believe.

"Really, it's ok. He’ll do whatever Trent says as long as Trent keeps giving him cock. Right now, he’s blissfully moaning with pleasure from being fucked like a bitch by Trent. You’ll see,” Alex said.

“Sweet,” Mario said finally convinced. “They can play all the house they want. I just wanna fuck the guy.”

“Don’t worry. You will. We all will,” Alex said, smiling.

[telluriccurrents]

Alphas: “Might Makes Right" Drew couldn't believe He was out here watching these stupid fags cruise the parking lot, quick to offer themselves to any Man that was interested. So many of them were girly, even more girly than the sluts He usually banged. He wasn’t interested in them. He was looking for something specific.  

A chance encounter with a jock frat boy the other night introduced Drew to a side of Himself that He hadn't known before. He didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn't even know He wanted to do it. But back at His apartment, drunk and horny, He forced the younger jock to his knees and fed him His cock. He remembered the look on the boy's face. His swelling cock remembered it too.

At first, it was the look of fear on the jock's face of what Drew meant to do to him. Despite the boy's gym-worked body, Drew was taller and bigger than him, as well as more aggressive. Drew's unexpected demands made the boy tremble with fear. The boy had no idea why Drew had invited him back to His place. But in all honesty, Drew didn’t either. It just happened.  

Once forced to his knees, there was the jock's gradual acceptance that he had no choice but to yield to Drew as the stronger male. It was a different look from the one of fear on his face only moments before. It was a look of surrender as the boy opened his mouth. A look that not only reflected that his submission was inevitable, that he knew there was no use fighting it. The recognition that his subjugation was a natural consequence of being in Drew's presence.

Drew remembered how the boy's look turned to one of trance-like ecstasy as he worshiped Drew's body and fat cock, eagerly taking more and more of Drew's cock into his mouth with one purpose, and one purpose only. To please Drew, to make Him cum. What women would only do begrudgingly, this boy was doing enthusiastically. It was a welcome change to have someone want to suck His cock. To want to make Him get off. Not because they wanted to get it over with, but because the boy wanted to see and hear Drew taking pleasure from him.  

When it was over and the boy greedily swallowed His massive load, all He could do was look on with satisfaction at the total submission of the boy as he licked each precious drop of cum from HIs cock as if it was nectar, swallowing it without even being told. Drew couldn't help but wonder why women didn't accept the need to give Him pleasure as easily as the young jock.

Drew had expected to look down on the boy with disgust. Afterall, he was clearly a fag for going down on Drew, but that wasn't what He was feeling. It was feeling of conquest, mastery, achievement. It was the feeling that not only did He prove Himself the superior male once again, but that He had the right to do what He did to the jock boy. And the jock boy accepted it as his duty to yield to Him.

While it was a struggle at first to impose His will on the boy, Drew admitted to himself that it was hotter than any sex He had before. Sure, in the beginning, He forced himself on the clueless jock boy, but that was part of the excitement as well. Drew couldn't help but remember that the boy's gradual submission to His power, the yielding of the boy's body and mind to His, was a beautiful thing.  His cock had never been harder. His orgasm had never been more intense, or His load as big. If at first, the jock boy hadn’t wanted it, by the end, he was craving it. The boy even thanked Him when it was over. Something no chick had ever done.

Sitting in His car today, Drew wanted to catch that feeling again. Only this time, He wanted more. He wanted it all. This time He wanted the sexy jock boy pinned under Him, squirming and crying as He pounded the jock a new pussy with His fat cock. He wanted him to fight back until he was fucked into blissful oblivion, surrendering to Drew's invasion of his body and mind as the boy realized it could be no other way. Most of all, He wanted to see the jock boy's face when Drew shot His load deep in the boy's guts confirming that Drew was the only real Man in that moment.

Had He paid more attention in His psych classes, Drew would have realized that He was just evolving, embracing His Alpha nature. It was finally occurring to him that as a superior male that lesser guys, like chicks, would accept what He did to them because of who and what He was.

It was a natural aphrodisiac like no other when the sexy jock boy, the one who thought himself a lady's man, who resisted Him with all his might at first, finally recognized that a Man like Drew was entitled to take what He wanted, when and how He wanted it, even from another guy.

And what He wanted now, sitting in that car, His cock slowly swelling at the memory of the other night, was another jock boy, one who still thought himself a Man like the one the other night. He wanted to take the boy's masculinity and add it to his own. He wanted His submission. The only question now is which lucky bitch boy would get the honor of being made to serve Him.

[cumsocket]

Public Fuck Stations

It’s easy to keep women in line if you remember our basic operating instructions. Stimulation of the cunt will induce obedience, sexual excitement, and craving for humiliation.

To maximize the potential of the female mating response, it would make sense to implement public fuck stations. Basically these would be phallic objects for women to casually impale themselves on during the day.

Imagine going to a restaurant and the server asks how many are in your party. The next question is how many cunts are with you. When you get a table, the place settings for the bitches are chairs with fat dildos securely fastened on them. Your wife, daughters, and any free use sluts you picked up can lift their skirts and sink down to impale themselves for the meal.

Buses, subways, and commuter trains all have lines of plastic cocks for women to bend over and secure themselves on. Men can experience the entertainment of watching bitches struggle to balance on a rocking train solely by clenching their cunts on the stabilizing pricks.

Movie theaters and sports stadiums have bitch seats for any females accompanying a man. Even grocery carts are modified to have an extended arm with a fake cock so women can shop while filled, waddling down the aisles with their staked cunts on display.

It will become second nature for females to plan their day around cock. To walk into a board room filled with men and complacently take the bitch seat in the corner to take notes. To use the fuck stations next to vending machines hoping to catch a man’s eye while he’s on his lunch break.

Since no dildo will ever replicate the feeling of being stretched on a man’s cock and feeling his cum drain into the bitch hole, women will be in a constant state of desperation and humiliation. Even a stray glance from a man will leave a bitch panting and fucking her cunt on the nearest fuck station or bitch seat. When she’s finally lifted off a dildo and onto a man’s cock, she’ll whimper in gratitude as her body latches on to the cunt plug about to fill her with semen.

[cumsocket]

Public Fuck Stations cont.

Living as a bitch in this society requires constant attention for the cumsleeve. The natural female addiction to being impaled is encouraged rather than suppressed, to the point where women have difficulty thinking about anything else.

Every bitch wears skirts that barely cover their crotch, which is of course instantly exposed by any movement at all. Pussies are expected to be bare and well-maintained so men can appreciate watching them get stuffed.

Every morning, I walk to the bus stop. Today I recognize the man already waiting there; he was my younger brother’s best friend growing up. I was bossy to both of them, something they’ve each made me regret many times.

He eyes me as I approach. “Hi, bitch.” Casual, barely interested.

I nod to him as I approach the stop’s fuck stations. I hate to do this in front of him, but my cunt is already aching from being empty. I turn around, bend over slightly, and sink my pussy down on one of the dildos protruding from the bus stop wall.

He chuckles. “I love watching you get bitched,” he smirks. My cheeks burn as my eyes drift to his pants, wondering if he’ll decide to replace the plastic in my hole with his cock. I shudder in anticipation even as my face flushes in shame.

He sees where I’m looking. “Don’t get excited, cunt. I already had a bitch this morning.” But he reaches out to squeeze one of my tits anyways. I groan loudly, as I’ve been taught, making him chuckle again. My cunt squeezes harder on its fuckpole.

He casually degrades me until the bus finally comes. The one at this hour is very full. There’s only one fuck station left, and I groan as I realize it’s covered in semen. But I have no choice. I sink down on it, feeling the still warm cum coat the walls of my pussy. It’s not unheard of for a bitch to get pregnant this way—not even getting the benefit of a fuck.

The idea of getting seeded by a stranger’s leftover cum activates my bitch hole even more. Some females are simply slumped on their stations, passively impaled with an occasional bounce as the bus hits a dip. My cumsleeve is too needy for that today, though.

I start pumping myself back on the fuck station eagerly. I squeal when the bus hits a big bump and the dildo thrusts hard inside me, almost knocking me down. A few men turn to watch my display. I meet their eyes as I thrust back on my station, my feet barely touching the ground so the bulk of my weight is suspended by my pussy.

It’s times like this that I feel the reality of being a woman. The way my flesh crawls with shame at displaying myself like a prize breeding pig. How good the shame makes my bitch pussy feel. The overwhelming drive to earn a real cock in my jizz drain.

I keep eye contact with the men watching for the entire ride. Any of them could decide to stop the show to fuck me, but it seems today they’ve decided my humiliation is better. I nearly sob as my stop approaches, since I know it’s forbidden for a bitch to cum unless impaled on a flesh cock. It’s for the greater good, so women never forget that a real fuck is a privilege and not a right.

When the bus rolls to a stop, I groan and lift my pussy from its station. It’s raw and gaped, twitching with the need to cum. One of the men who watched me casually gropes it as I pass. I barely suppress the urge to beg him to fuck me, knowing that would make me late. I can only hope to have better luck over lunch.

[dummystrawberri]

this is how society should be 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[snuffy-bunnie]

I want a guy to promise me that he'll wear a condom and for him to reassure me that he has a whole box of them because he knows that I don't take birth control. We start having sex and I make sure that he puts one on before we start. After that, it's amazing. His dick is huge and it hits all of the best spots and he makes me feel safe and comfortable when I'm with him.

Two or three filled condoms later and I'm confident that he's not gonna stealth me, so I ask to get a little more kinky. He's good at shibari so he ties me up tight and puts on another condom. Only after another round of rough sex and another filled condom is he sure that the ties will hold tight no matter how much I try to move.

That's when he takes off the condom and looks me in the eyes as he spreads my pussy lips and squeezes it out inside of me. My eyes go wide and I scream for him to stop as he reaches for the others. I hadn't even noticed that he wasn't tying them off before. I beg and plead and try to squirm free as he empties the rest inside me one by one, then notches his fat cock back at my entrance again, harder than he ever was before, and fucks the cum deeper into my womb. His soft whispers cut through my desperate screaming and crying as he reassures me that I'll make such a good mother.

[telluriccurrents]

His Bros: “Self-owned”

Damon finally got up and headed into the kitchen. His head was throbbing. So was his asshole. Things were kind of fuzzy about what happened the night before, but he was sure he wasn't going to be able to live it down. His roommates Eric and Caleb were already up having coffee.

“Is your pussy nice and sore this morning?” Eric asked with a grin on his face.

“Dude, that’s not funny. It hurts like hell. What did you do to me?” Damon asked, reaching behind him gently touching his swollen bruised hole. Whatever they did, they had obviously done it multiple times and pretty roughly.

“Well, fuck, I guess so. Both of us fucked you. Just like you asked. Hell, Eric even fucked you again after I dumped my load in you,” Caleb added.

“What made you guys think that was ok to do?” Damon asked, trying to sound angry. In the fog of his mind, it still wasn't totally registering yet what all had happened.

“Dude, you were plastered. Horny as hell from pot, and dancing around in nothing but a ball cap and jockstrap, asking us if we thought your ass was fine,” Eric said.

“And that gave you the right to fuck me?” Damon said trying to escape blame for what happened. He couldn't deny that he had secretly wanted to service his bros. But in his mind, it would be on the down low, one at a time, definitely not something so in the open and obvious.

“No, but when you got on all fours and said, 'Which one of you studs wants to fuck some grade A boy cunt?' that’s when we fucked you,” Caleb said grinning.

“I didn’t do that,” Damon said defensively, though it was something he had often fantasized about.

“You sure did. I thought you might try to deny it. Let me show you,” Caleb said pulling out his phone and playing a video. Sure enough, there was Damon on all fours, ball cap on backward, nothing on but a jockstrap. The video was clear, the audio even clearer.

“Tell me this isn’t a beautiful ass, guys? As fuckable as any chick’s.” The look on Damon’s face was priceless as he watched the video.

“That is some Grade A boy pussy tighter than any cunt you've ever had before. Which one of you studs wants to go first? I bet you're just dying to throw a rough fuck into a hot little motherfucker like me,” Damon heard himself say on the video.

“Fuck yeah, I’m game for some anal even if it is a bro. I've always thought you had a hot little body and a totally fuckable ass,” Eric’s voice said, as the video showed him pulling down his shorts and getting behind Damon. Eric spit in his palm and lubed up his thick cock, before grabbing Damon's hips and pulling the boy towards him.

“Oh, my bad,” Caleb said pausing the video, feigning sincerity. “I might have been a little off on quoting you.”

Eric looked over at his bud laughing as he high fived him. Caleb pressed the play key. The video continued as it showed Eric shoving his cock into Damon's hole.

“Jesus fuck!" Damon yelled.

"You like that, bitch?" Eric asked as he started fucking Damon roughly.

"I love it!" Damon was heard moaning. "Your cock feels so good. Tear my pussy up good, just save some for Caleb. I want his big ole cock in me next,” Damon was heard saying as the video continued. Caleb paused the video again.

“And that’s why we thought we had the right to fuck you,” Caleb said grinning like a Cheshire cat. Damon was clearly embarrassed and busted. He had come out ot his buddies in the worst possible way.

“Fuck. You guys used condoms, right?” Damon asked, trying to salvage some part of this.

“No, we didn’t. We actually were going to but then you said you didn't want us to use one,” Eric said.

"I believe your exact words were 'You don't need to use a condom, bro, I want you to bareback me. I want to feel your load as you cum in my ass.' So of course, we fucked you raw," added Caleb.

"How could you not know we fucked you raw?" Eric interjected. "I'm surprised you didn't wake up with cum leaking out of your ass."

Caleb turned to Eric and asked, "Does that happen to faggots or does their ass gobble it up it like their mouths?"

“Please don't call me a faggot," Damon said, trying to figure out how to save face, if that was even possible after his bros filled in the missing pieces of what happened last night.

"You guys aren’t going to tell anyone, are you? I mean, we can forget this ever happened, right?” Damon asked, scratching the back of his head and trying to smile coyly. He wouldn't mind his bros fucking him again, but he didn't want the other guys to know what he had done. Caleb laughed.

“Kinda late for that. You begged us to call up the rest of the gang to use your ass last night. Something about wanting to be a cum dump. We were just kind of fucking with you when we called, but you grabbed the phone from me and begged them to come over. When they said it was too late, you invited them to come over this morning.” 

“You’re lying!” Damon said loudly, feeling knots in his stomach.  As hot as they were, he never meant to become a fuck boy for all of his buddies.

“They should be here shortly. So, you might want to freshen up, douche your pussy, or whatever it is you need to do. But before you go, we want those blow jobs you promised both of us for fucking you last night,” Eric added, pulling out his semi-hard cock.

"Please tell me that didn't really happen," Damon said, his heart sinking.

“You kind did this to yourself, bro. We’re just taking you up on your offer to be the communal pussy boy. Don't worry, it's ok. I'm sure you'll be just as into it as you were last night," Caleb said.

They didn't care that their friend was gay, but they weren't about to let him off the hook either. Free ass, even if its jock pussy, is still free ass.

“So, stop fucking around,” Eric interrupted rudely.

“Get over here, faggot. You only have about an hour before the guys get here, and I am jonesing to feed you a load, especially now that you're sober and can't deny what a cockhound you are.”

Not knowing what else to do, Damon fell to his knees.

As Damon took Eric's cock into his mouth, part of him was so turned on by the idea of his hot bros wanting him to service them. However, the other part of him was ashamed that his secret was out in such an embarrassing way. The reputation he had worked so hard to obtain was blown overnight in one stupid move.

As Damon went down all the way on his buddy, there was a brief knock on the door before it swung open. Three of his buddies caught him with Eric's cock in his mouth.

“Damn," one of them said. "I guess it's true. Our boy is a faggot." Damon winced with embarrassment.

"You're early," Eric said, pushing Damon's head back down on his cock. "You'll have to wait your turn."

"Fuck, yeah. We'll wait. All day if we have to," Rick, the biggest of the guys, said. "I was promised anal."

Damon wasn't sure if this was a dream come true or a nightmare. Either way, the die was cast. But he couldn't blame his horny bros, they're just Men. He really had done it all to himself.

[telluriccurrents]

Boys: "Educating Liam"

Liam decided to take a gap year after graduation to find himself before heading to college. He had spent his spring break in south Florida last year. Considering all the pussy he got, he decided that would be a good place to start.

When Liam got to the gate for his flight, he was surprised to find out that he had been upgraded to first class. It’s not like he was a frequent flyer or anything, but who was he to complain about such good fortune.

On the plane, Liam found himself sitting next to a well-dressed handsome Man. They exchanged pleasantries and even engaged in some small talk, nothing too deep. He was a great conversationalist, witty, handsome. Despite the business suit, Liam could tell he was in great shape for a Man His age. Liam guessed He was probably early 50's, if not a little older. The Man guessed correctly that Liam was 19 and just out of high school.

“And probably still a virgin,” the Man jokingly told him.

“You wish,” Liam quickly retorted.

“There are plenty of ways a guy can be a virgin,” the Man said mischievously. Liam blushed at the suggestion.

“Yeah, I guess I am a virgin in some ways, but don’t get any ideas,” Liam joked back, realizing the Man was probably gay. There was no reason to tell the Man that he was straight. Let Him think what He wanted. The Man lied to the flight attendant telling her that He was Liam’s father to get both of them drinks.

It wasn’t long before Liam figured out that the Man wasn’t just being friendly. He was actually hitting on him. The Man kept placing His hand on Liam’s thigh and was never quick to remove it either. Since He had gotten Liam a couple of drinks, he decided it was ok to let him cop a feel. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been hit on by a guy.

It might have been the alcohol, but Liam didn’t really mind the attention that the older Man was showing him. Lots of guys had hit on him before, just never one this mature. It helped that the Man was interesting, good-looking and obviously rich. Liam even encouraged the Man by flirting back a little.

As time passed, Liam had to admit, gay or not, the Man was fun to be around. By the end of the flight, he didn’t even mind that the Man’s hands were practically in his lap pressing up against his junk. As they stood up to deplane, the Man introduced himself with a smile, “By the way, I’m Rick.”

“I'm Liam. Pleasure,” he answered back.

“I hope so,” Rick said with an impish grin, pressing His crotch gently into Liam's ass as the boy grabbed his bag from the overhead storage.

“Smooth,” Liam thought to himself, as he turned and smiled at Rick. He would go along. The flirting was fun, besides there were worse things than being seen with a rich guy as sexy as Rick.

While waiting on their luggage, Liam asked what there was to do in town for a single young man looking for trouble, purposely leaving off whether he was looking for straight or gay places to hang out. Rick offered to show him around starting with dinner. Being new to town and having nothing better to do, Liam accepted.

After a fun night with lots of laughs and more than a little alcohol, they ended the evening around 11 p.m. Rick invited him to come back to His beach house. Since Liam had no place that he had to be, he accepted.

If Rick had brought Liam back to His place to impress him with His wealth, it worked. After a tour of the house, including a few colorful jokes about the bedrooms, they sat on the sofa talking and had a few more drinks. The gentle sound of the waves casually crashing on the shore helped put Liam at ease.

As the night got later and the conversation went on, Rick leaned over and unexpectedly kissed Liam. Liam wasn’t sure why, but he kissed Rick back, gently opening his mouth to let Rick's tongue inside. After a few seconds, Liam pulled away. Liam had never kissed a guy before, but it was nice.

Rick smiled, leaning back onto the couch as if what happened was not only normal but expected. Being a little tipsy and since Rick was obviously into him, Liam decided to give the older Man a thrill since He had been so nice to him.

"Mind if I get comfortable?" Liam asked, as he took off his shoes and socks, and then his shirt.

"By all means," Rick said. "Feel free to take it all off if you want."

Liam was surprised how nonchalant Rick was about it. Rick was acting like a 19-year-old boy undressing in His living room that He had just met was an everyday occurrence. Wanting to see if he could get a rise out of Rick a different way, Liam laid back into Rick’s chest and put his feet up on the couch.

“Is this ok? Or is it making you too hot and bothered?” Liam playfully asked, teasing the older Man.

“It’s perfect,” Rick replied, putting His arm over Liam's shoulder, resting it on the boy's chest. It not only didn’t get the reaction Liam thought, but Rick surprised him when He started gently rubbing His hand across his pecs and abs. Liam realized that he couldn't really sit up now or pull away. After all, he had started it.

Instead, Liam just relaxed, enjoying Rick's soft touch as it moved over his body. It was a new experience for Liam. He wasn't used to being the object of affection, but he liked it.

As they continued to talk about all kinds of things, especially Liam's future, Rick managed to subtly shift His and Liam’s bodies so that He was able to wrap both of His arms around Liam's bare chest, as He continued to explore and caress Liam’s body. Rick was gently playing with Liam’s nipples. No one had done that to him before, but Liam found he liked it. He could even feel his dick getting hard.

At some point, Liam realized Rick had taken His own shirt off. He had done it so smoothly that Liam hadn’t noticed, but Liam was surprisingly ok with it. Liam was enjoying the warmth of Rick’s bare chest against his back. Liam smiled. It was just like when he was a little boy and he would lay up against his dad on the couch watching television.

Liam pulled Rick’s arms tight around him as he laid his head back on Rick’s broad chest just like he used to do with his father. Only Liam wasn’t a little boy anymore, and Rick wasn’t his father.

While Liam talked about the schools that he would apply to, Rick rested His chin on Liam's shoulder, gently kissing the sensitive part of the boy's neck. Liam didn’t stop him. He didn’t want to. He was enjoying the intimacy. Even if it was from a Man, and even if He was more than twice his age.

As it was long after midnight, Rick finally suggested that Liam spend the night and He would take him to the hostel the next day. Liam hesitated for a minute then, smiling, said “Sure.”

Liam thought about asking Rick if he could sleep with Him, but figured He'd take it the wrong way, so he didn't. Liam wasn't looking for sex, just more of the intimacy they had shared. It was something he had not been aware was so absent from his life.

"Liam, I've got a proposition for you,” Rick said casually, as He stroked Liam's hair.

“Yeah?” Liam answered, almost hopeful Rick would ask him to sleep in His bed, but not wanting to commit to doing anything more, anything sexual.

“I've really enjoyed your company. And I think we could be good for each other. We certainly had a lot of fun tonight. Don’t you agree?”

“Of course,” Liam said, wondering where this was going.

“Since you don’t have any plans, would you be interested in being My house boy for the next year until you go off to college?" He asked.

The offer caught Liam off guard. While this wasn't the first time a guy had propositioned him, it was the first time a guy offered to make him a kept boy.

Liam had to admit that he could be easily taken in by the good life Rick had shown him. Luxury doesn't come easily to a 19-year-old. He also had to admit that he liked being around Rick. He made it so easy. The offer was tempting, but Liam knew that Rick would want to have sex with him. He wasn’t naive. Nothing is free.

"It’s an interesting offer,” Liam finally said. “I know I kissed you and all. And you’re a great kisser by the way, but actually, I'm straight," Liam said, trying not to offend Rick.

"Don’t think of it that way. Think of it as a job, nothing more. A business transaction. We’ll even sign a contract. I provide room and board here at the beach house with Me, one of My cars for you to use, some spending money, say $3,000/month, and some free time to do your thing. You can even continue to date girls if you want. All you have to do is take care of Me and the house," Rick offered.

Liam wasn't stupid. While Rick had conspicuously not mentioned anything about sex, he knew that it was a requirement of the job even if Rick had not stated it openly.

“It’s very generous,” Liam said.

Before he could say anything more, Rick stood up, gently moving Liam's head to a couch pillow. As His crotch brushed up against Liam's shoulder, Liam could tell Rick was partially hard.

“Sleep on it, and we'll talk about it in the morning," He said. Liam agreed he would think about it.

The last thing Liam remembered was falling asleep on the couch, but when he woke up he was naked in the guestroom bed. The sliding glass doors were open. He could smell the salt in the air and feel the sun on his skin. He was being gently lulled by the sounds of crashing waves. All he could think of was that life didn’t get any better than this. Why couldn’t he have been born rich?

Liam didn't remember taking his clothes off, but then again, he didn't remember getting in bed either. They had quite a few drinks last night which could explain it. He briefly wondered if Rick had taken advantage of him, but he somehow knew that He hadn’t. That wasn't really His style.

As Liam tried to recall the events of the night, Rick's offer came to mind. As he lay there, the sea breeze gently caressing his body, Liam went over all the possibilities of the offer. He couldn't believe that he was even considering it. It was a little like being a hooker, though Rick had tried not to make it feel that way.

“A business transaction,” Liam said out loud with a laugh.

Everything that Rick had talked about sounded good, but Liam was concerned about the sexual part. He had never had sex, real sex, with a Man. Still, it was there like the elephant in the room. It was just part and parcel of the offer. If he wanted the good life, the life Rick was offering him, Rick would expect Liam to have sex with Him.

On the other hand, the offer was more than fair to Liam, generous even. Cash and a place to live just for occasional sex. Women did it all the time. He was having a hard time coming up with a reason that he shouldn't do it. Some of his friends were pretty wild. No one would judge him for agreeing to the situation. If they did, he would just say he was “sowing his wild oats.” No one would care if he was fucking a Man for money on the side, especially one as good looking and rich as Rick.

Then another thought came into Liam’s mind, and a smile grew on his face. Rick was a really good kisser. He wondered if that meant He would also be good at giving head. Gay guys like to suck dick, and Liam loved having his dick sucked.

Liam's dick got rock-hard thinking about Rick sucking him off. Liam started jerking off, imagining the handsome Man going down on him. Liam imagined his hips bucking forward until he blew a huge load, filling the older Man’s mouth full of spunk. Liam imagined holding Rick's head down on his cock until He swallowed it. None of his girlfriends liked it, but he bet Rick would love being made to swallow a young stud’s jizz. Hard dicks rarely lead to good judgments.

Liam continued jerking on his cock as he thought about how it would play out. Suddenly with his hard dick clearly in charge, it all started to make sense. Liam could save the money he brought with him by living at Rick's house, and he could actually earn some money too. And the best part, he thought, as images of Rick sucking his dick dominated his thoughts, Liam would get his dick sucked as much as he wanted. Liam couldn't see a downside. So, after rubbing one out, he got up and told Rick he would do it.

After breakfast, Rick’s attorney stopped by with the contract Rick had promised. Liam didn’t bother to read it too carefully. He trusted Rick, so he signed it. Later he realized that he should have paid more attention to the wording, especially regarding what was expected of him sexually. After the lawyer left, Rick presented Liam with a small bag of jockstraps and men’s backless underwear.

“Your uniform,” Rick said with a big smile on his face.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Liam said as he looked in the bag. Rick assured him that He was not. Wondering what he had gotten himself into, Liam shrugged and slipped off his t-shirt and boxers and slipped into a jockstrap.

“Fits perfectly. How did you know?” Liam joked, adjusting the bands. Rick just smiled.

"Your ass looks fantastic in those," Rick offered.

Knowing that Rick was focused on his ass made Liam a little uneasy, but he told himself that he would just have to get used to it. After all, he had a job now and he looked better in a jockstrap than a Home Depot apron.

It wasn’t that Liam was embarrassed about how he looked naked. It was just the idea of being practically naked all the time in front of a Man he hardly knew who saw him, his ass in particular, as a sex object. Yet he did it. Just like he would eventually do a lot of things that he didn't think he would.

It wasn't long before Liam realized that Rick wasn't your typical gay guy. To look at Him and talk to Him you wouldn’t have even guessed that He was gay. The only real clues were His lips constantly on Liam's neck, His arms around Liam's waist, and His hands constantly on Liam's beautiful ass. Otherwise, Rick was the epitome of a straight guy. Tall, muscular, handsome by any definition. Even His bulging crotch emphasized His Manliness. Rick was a bigger Man than Liam in more ways than one.

Liam learned that Rick liked to be in charge. He was confident, definitely a dominant personality, even a bit demanding. Being so much like his own father, Liam found it easy to get along with Him. He knew how to engage with strong Men like him.

Liam also learned that sex wouldn’t just be occasional like he thought. Nor would it be a series of jerk off sessions like with his buds. Rick had an active sex drive, which was a good match to Liam's own. Rick wanted sex all the time and Liam was horny all the time. So, it worked out.

At first, Rick had gone easy on Liam to allow him to adjust to catering to Rick’s personal needs. For the first week or so, it was mutual jerking, kissing, frottage, and a little light fingering that took some getting used to.

One day, Rick told Liam it was time that the boy gave Him a blowjob. It wasn't that Liam didn’t expect that Rick would eventually want that. What surprised Liam was that Rick was not interested in giving it. Finally, out of frustration, Liam decided to ask Him outright.

“I thought fags liked to suck dick. How come you won't suck mine?” he asked seriously but tried to make it sound playful.

“They probably do, but I’m not a fag,” Rick said, as He leisurely fingered Liam’s hole between the straps of his jockstrap.

“Hey, I’m not a fag either,” Liam protested, despite being keenly aware that his legs were spread open with another Man's finger playing with his asshole.

“No, but you are a houseboy. Part of your job is to suck cock. Check your contract,” Rick said, playfully shoving his finger deeper into the boy making him gasp. Liam berated himself for not reading the contract before he signed it. What else was in that damn contract?

Knowing how good Rick kissed, Liam was a little disappointed he wouldn't get to see that tongue in action on his dick. He liked a blowjob as much as the next guy. Rick made it up to him though.

Liam was nervous when Rick made him lie face down, naked on the bed. Rick lifted up Liam’s hips and put a pillow under him. Liam was concerned Rick was going to fuck him, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. Rick felt Liam tense as He spread the boy’s ass cheeks. Much to his surprise, Liam felt Rick’s hot, wet tongue begin to lap at Liam's asshole while Rick’s massive hands gently massaged his ass cheeks. Liam couldn't help but let out a moan.

While Liam felt vulnerable exposed in that position, his anxiety started to melt away as only the soft prodding of a tongue, and the tip of a finger were all that entered the boy’s asshole. Liam didn’t know it, but Rick wasn’t ready to fuck him yet. He wanted to bring Liam along mentally, emotionally to where Rick wanted him to be before He did that.

Liam found himself increasingly relaxed, and moaning with pleasure. He suddenly got why woman loved it so much when a Man ate her out. Liam was enjoying it way more than he thought he would. He even began to fantasize about Rick working his tongue further into his hole, opening him up. Suddenly, the idea of Rick’s cock following his tongue was not so scary.

Rick could tell Liam was becoming open to the possibility of anything that would bring him more pleasure. The boy was moving into subspace. Surrender meant pleasure. Years of experience had taught Rick that if you eat a boy’s ass right, he’ll do anything to continue receiving pleasure, even letting Him fuck him. That was when Rick reached underneath Liam and started jerking him off as He tongue-fucked the boy.

It was a new experience, but one Liam enjoyed immensely. Rick’s first real acts of penetrating the boy were not painful, on the contrary. Instead of a rock-hard cock, brutally forcing open the boy’s hole, Rick’s tongue was warm, pliable and barely stretched the boy’s hole.

Liam didn’t know it, but Rick was subtly training him to associate penetration with pleasure. It was also Liam's first lesson in submission. Allowing Rick to eat his ass required Liam to be passive, to allow Rick to control the sex. It also required him to trust Rick. Both integral to a boy’s conditioning. Liam just wasn't experienced enough to see it for what it actually was.

While Rick might never suck his dick, Liam was delighted that He ate ass as good as He kissed. It wasn’t long before Liam shot a huge intense load all over the bed. Now it was his turn to perform.

Having no experience sucking dick, it took a while for Liam to learn how to properly service Rick’s cock. His size was a problem from the beginning. As he got better at sucking Rick’s cock, Liam learned how easy it was to get the older Man worked up by working on His cock with his tongue as much as his mouth. And while Liam never quite mastered deep throating Rick, the boy started enjoying giving head as much as Rick liked getting it.

When Liam had finally gotten good enough to get Rick off with just his mouth, Rick decided it was time to for the boy to stop pulling off when it was time for Him to shoot His load. Up until now, Liam would suck and lick on Rick until He was close and then finish him off with his hands. Rick thought Liam was ready for a taste of a real Man's cum.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," Rick said, breathing heavily. Liam took that as his cue to pull off His cock. Instead, Rick grabbed the boy’s head holding him down on as much of His cock as would go in the boy’s mouth.

“Oh, no you don’t. You sexy little cock sucker. It’s time for you to learn the proper way to finish up a blow job,” Rick said as He held Liam firmly in place.

Realizing Rick was determined to cum in his mouth, Liam started to panic. Rick's loads were huge. There was already not much room in his mouth from Rick’s huge cock. Liam was at a loss as to where all that cum would go.          

Rick started moaning loudly as His cock started gushing copious amounts of cum into Liam’s mouth. Unable to pull away, Liam tried to open his mouth wider to let the cum run out of his mouth instead of swallowing it, but Rick’s load was so thick that it couldn’t get past Rick’s mushroom head. Still, Rick’s cock kept pumping out more and more cum into Liam’s mouth. Realizing he had no choice, Liam reluctantly started swallowing.

A large wad of cum shot out of Rick's cock trickling down his throat towards his windpipe. His body reflexively started to cough to keep it out of his lungs. However, coughing just caused his throat to open up more and Rick’s cock slipped further down Liam’s throat.

Suddenly, Rick shot another large spurt of cum causing Liam’s throat muscles to reflexively constrict around the huge piece of meat now down his throat. Liam couldn’t swallow or breathe and started to choke.

Rick immediately recognized what was happening. Without removing His cock from the boy’s mouth, Rick moved Liam’s head back, straightening out his throat to allow the cum to slide down the boy’s now stretched throat. In that position, a few more inches of Rick’s cock slid down the boy's throat.

As Liam swallowed, his throat muscles unwittingly milked Rick’s huge cock resting in his throat. It wasn’t long before Liam had unintentionally coaxed out a fourth large wad of Rick’s spunk. Having learned his lesson, Liam grabbed Rick’s hips pulling Rick’s cock further down his throat. That way Rick’s load wouldn't go down his windpipe. Liam hadn’t realized it then, but he had finally deep-throated Rick.

Sliding His now softening cock from the boy’s throat and mouth, Rick kissed the boy on his forehead.

”You missed some,” Rick teased. Liam looked up. Rick was smiling. Liam’s eyes were swollen and red, but he managed to smile back. Rick wiped the cum that had leaked from the corner of the boy's mouth and fed it Liam.

“Now clean Me up,” Rick instructed, as pushed His cock into Liam's mouth to clean the remaining cum off Rick's head and shaft. Liam felt cheap and used by what Rick made him do. While he knew that one day this would happen, he wasn't prepared emotionally or mentally to swallow His load.

Despite his feelings of disgust at the Man jizz churning his stomach, Liam berated himself for how he reacted. He had seen Rick’s loads from jerking Him off. He told himself that he should have been better prepared for what happened. What was strange was that, while on some level Liam resented being forced to swallow Rick's load when he wasn't ready, Liam's main thought was that he hoped it hadn't ruined the blowjob for Rick.

Having finally swallowed Rick’s load, Liam knew that Rick would expect it every time. They had ten months left in the agreement. Liam was going to have to figure out how to handle Rick’s loads without choking. He shuddered at the idea of how much cum he was going to have to swallow in those ten months. Girls did it all the time, but Liam was just having an issue with it. As a straight guy, he had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he is swallowing another Man's load. He’d just have to find a way to get over it. Next time, Liam told himself, he would do better.

“I’m proud of you,” Rick finally said kissing the boy again.

“That was the hottest blow job I’ve had in a while.” Liam smiled. He could live without the cum in his stomach, but he was glad that Rick enjoyed it. His job was to take care of Rick and Liam wanted to be good at it.

“I knew you didn’t want to swallow my load, but you did it anyway. You knew how important it was to me,” Rick said trying to psyche the boy up, while reinforcing Liam's desire to suppress what he wanted in favor of what Rick wanted.

“Yes, Sir,” Liam said softly.

If he had a choice, Liam wouldn’t have done it. On some level, he knew that one day Rick would want to cum in his mouth. He also knew Rick would probably want him to swallow it. He had just not expected it to be today and without any warning or preparation.

“Are you upset with Me?” Rick asked, genuinely concerned.

“No, You made it clear this was part of my job. I’ll be better next time. Promise,” Liam said forcing a smile.

Whether the boy was gay or not, that was exactly what Rick had wanted to hear. Rick couldn't ask for anything more but Liam's continued willingness to do what Rick wanted. No questions asked.

Rick pulled Liam up to him and wrapped his arms around the boy and just held him. Rick knew that Liam had crossed a line when Rick forced him to swallow His load. What the boy needed now was aftercare. Neither of them said much as Liam lay in Rick’s arms, even though there was much that could have been said.

As he lay with his face buried between Rick's shoulder and arm, Liam could still taste Rick’s cum in his mouth. While he hated it at first, the longer the taste lingered, the more Liam realized it wasn’t as bad as he first thought. It tasted salty while both slightly bitter and slightly sweet. It was amazing how much Rick’s cum smelled and tasted of Him. 

The real problem for Liam was there was so much of it. And, still, it was a Man’s jizz in his stomach. Liam couldn’t get out of his head the image of Rick’s sperm swimming around in his stomach looking for an egg to fertilize. It didn't matter. Liam had to accept that, like it or not, he was now officially a cum-swallowing cocksucker. Still, in his mind, he wasn't a fag. A whore maybe, but not a fag.

Once Liam got used to the idea of swallowing Rick’s jizz, he stopped dwelling on it. He told himself it was just part of the job. Rick could now announce when He was about to cum, and He didn’t have to hold Liam down on His cock to make him take His load down his throat. The boy now did it on his own. Liam even carefully licked up any cum that may have spilled on Rick or run down His shaft. Rick loved how quickly Liam had adapted to being the hot little cocksucker and cum slut that He wanted in a boy. And Rick didn't really care if Liam was only doing it because he was paid to. He just cared that he did it. Baby steps.

When it eventually came time that Rick said that He wanted to fuck him, Liam was disappointed when Rick explained that He would always be the one fucking and Liam would always be the one getting fucked. Liam had thought he would be the one fucking Rick. After all, Rick was gay and Liam wasn't. But much like having to suck Rick's dick without any reciprocation, Liam resigned himself that it was just part of the job.

“Should have read your contract better. It's right in there. Never going to happen, boy,” Rick said grinning, as He pulled Liam into a deep kiss. That was just the way it was going to be.

This time Rick decided to explain it so Liam would know what to expect. He explained in a calm, almost clinical, voice what Liam should expect when getting fucked by a Man, especially one as big as Rick was. Rick made it sound pretty typical, even routine, like riding a bike, emphasizing that it was something every boy learned to enjoy once he got used to it. He also tried to convince Liam how good it was going to feel for him and how incredible the boy’s orgasms would be from having Rick’s huge cock pushing against his prostate.

Liam knew better. The older Man was hung like a fucking stallion. There was no way this was not going to hurt, and he doubted seriously there would be anything pleasurable about it, except for Rick.

Nonetheless, Liam hoped by doing everything Rick told him, it wouldn't hurt that much, and Rick would have a good time. After all, that was what he was being paid for. Rick deserved a good piece of ass for all that He was doing for Liam. And Liam wanted to show him that he sincerely appreciated the opportunities that Rick had created for him.

Their first time Liam would be on his back, Rick announced. He wanted to be able to see the boy’s face while He fucked him. Rick took His time slowly and gently opening up Liam’s virgin hole, first with His fingers, then with his tongue, driving Liam so crazy that he almost begged Rick to just fuck him right then and there.

Finally, Rick started pushing the swollen head of His cock up against the boy’s hole. As it started to give, all Liam could think about was how much it was going to hurt.

When Rick finally felt Liam’s hole to start to open up, He pushed His cock steadily into Liam until He felt a subtle pop as His mushroom head pushed past Liam’s tightly clinched anal ring. At that moment, Liam pulled a pillow over his face and let out a loud scream. “Fuck!”

Rick couldn’t help but laugh. The boy was definitely a virgin. Rick paused to give the boy time to adjust to the size of His cock. After a few moments, Liam removed the pillow and looked up at Rick. His eyes were red and teary.

"It’s ok. Keep going," Liam said, like a good little soldier. Rick knew how painful it was for a boy to take Him the first time, especially a virgin, but He loved how the kid was a champ about it. He could tell that Liam wanted to desperately please Rick and it showed.

Liam expected the pain and there was more of it. It couldn't be helped. But he was unprepared for how good the fullness of Rick’s cock in his ass made him feel when Rick held it still. It was almost like they were meant to go together, Rick’s huge cock and Liam’s tight hole.  

Slowly, Rick worked His cock in and out of the squirming boy until Rick felt the head of His cock push past the second group of muscles and hit the turn in Liam's upper rectum causing the boy to tense up and flinch. Rick stopped pushing, holding it there while Liam let out a heavy breath. Liam was clearly having trouble, but he didn't complain. That just turned Rick on even more.

"I'm all the way in you. All 9 ½ inches. Can you feel it?" Rick asked casually, knowing full well Liam felt Rick’s massive cock impaling him. Liam didn't answer but reached down with his hand. All Liam could feel was the base of the older Man's cock and His balls up against his ass. Rick’s entire horse dick was buried in Liam’s stretched out hole.

"Fuck. Yeah, I can feel it," Liam finally said, causing them both to laugh. Liam couldn’t believe Rick had gotten all of it in him or that he was able to take it.

Rick looked down. Liam didn’t realize it, but the boy’s dick was hard and dripping precum. Rick smiled. Most boys didn’t get hard their first time with Him, or if they did, they didn't stay hard. It was just too painful. But as it turns out, Liam was a natural bottom boy. His ass was just made to be fucked by Him and, whether the boy knew it or not, his body loved it.

Rick started off slowly, rocking back and forth getting Liam used to both His girth and length, carefully studying the boy's face the entire time. When Rick pulled back slowly, Liam’s face would relax, and he would moan very quietly. When Rick pushed back in, Liam’s face would tense up, and he would hold his breath.

"Breathe," Rick said gently, as He pulled back and then pushed His cock back in slowly but deliberately. Eventually, Liam started to match his breathing to the older Man’s thrusts. Liam discovered that the pain wasn’t nearly as sharp as it had been at first and that there was actually a small amount of pleasure. Maybe Rick was right, he thought. Maybe it would start to feel good.

“How does it feel now?” Rick asked him.

“Fine, I’m good,” Liam said, trying to control his breathing. “You can keep going.”

Rick could tell from the look on the boy’s face he was lying. He wasn't fine, at least not yet. Rick loved that about him. While He was glad that Liam was willing to continue, Rick wanted to finish. He needed to take Liam all the way through this. Taking his cherry was only part of the reason they were here.

As Liam began to relax, Rick put His arms under Liam’s body and over his shoulders to grip the boy tightly to Him. By holding Liam this way, Rick could limit Liam’s ability to pull away while also giving Him more leverage when He started driving His cock more roughly into the boy.

Liam reflexively relaxed as Rick pulled His cock back. Then, He plunged forward suddenly causing Liam to yelp and his legs to stiffen. Rick did this a couple of more times to get Liam used to the hard deep pounding the older Man wanted the sexy straight boy beneath him to take. Slowly, Liam got used to it. As Rick got more deliberate and aggressive, Liam realized Rick was really starting to get into fucking him. Liam liked that idea that Rick was beginning to enjoy himself. He just wished that it didn’t hurt so much.

As Rick pushed the boy’s tolerances more and more, He would occasionally go too deep or too hard. Liam would cry out and beg Rick to pull out. Rick eased upon the boy, but He refused to pull out.

“Work through it, Liam. You’re doing great, baby. If I pull out, it will hurt worse going back in. Besides, I love being inside you too much. Your hole feels so incredible wrapped around My cock. It’s warm, tight. I need you to surrender to Me. Let Me own your body. Let Me enjoy it,” Rick said, slowly rocking back and forth as Liam gritted his teeth in pain, desperately trying to stop his body from fighting Him. As He slowly picked up the pace, Rick assured the boy it would soon feel as good for Liam as it did for Him.

“You want that, don’t you, Liam? You want to give Me pleasure, don’t you? You want to feel as good as I do when I fuck you?” Rick asked the boy.

Liam clenched his jaw in pain but shook his head “yes.” Rick loved that the boy was embracing his submission to Him, but it still wasn’t over, not yet. There was one more very important thing that had to happen. The boy’s surrender was not enough.

As Rick repeatedly drove up against the boy’s prostate. Liam started involuntarily moaning at some point as his battered hole got used to Rick’s thick cock being inside him. It was important to Rick that Liam associate pleasure with being fucked by Him.

“Starting to feel good now, isn’t it?” Rick asked as He fucked his boy. Liam smiled.

“Yeah, actually,” Liam said. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. I think I could get used to this.”

“I won’t. I promise,” Rick said. Then, catching Liam's eye, He motioned down with His head. Following the direction of Rick’s nod, Liam looked down. Liam's dick was hard as a rock leaking precum while Rick was fucking him. Liam blushed. He knew Rick would never let him live this down.

"Straight huh?" Rick teased.

"Yeah. So straight," Liam managed before Rick forced another moan from his throat. Liam laughed at how ridiculous he sounded saying he was "so straight' with Rick’s huge cock up his ass pounding him into blissful oblivion.

Despite the newfound pleasure, Liam continued to focus on controlling the pain and accommodating Rick’s huge cock. While he wanted it to feel good for Rick, the most he could do was try to keep up with Rick and take deep breaths when he could. At some point, Liam realized that Rick must be getting close. Liam was actually relieved as his legs and glutes were shaking from exhaustion.

"You're about to cum, aren't you?" Liam asked Rick. Rick shook His head yes, saying nothing but pounding Liam's ass harder and deeper. He was focused on His own orgasm. Liam found the moment incredibly erotic. He had never seen a Man about to orgasm from this point of view.

"Go for it. Cum for me, baby," Liam said, pulling Rick’s hips further into him.

"Fuck! I'm cumming," Rick moaned loudly, as He stiffened and drove His cock deep into Liam’s insides, holding it there as He shot copious amount of cum into the boy. Despite the pain of the deep final thrust, Liam couldn't take his eyes off Rick's face. The look of ecstasy on His face was incredible, beautiful even.

Liam’s insides were so tender and hypersensitive from being fucked that the boy felt each spasm of Rick’s cock, each load as it came out and the heat of Rick’s seed filling his guts. Unlike sucking His cock, Liam could enjoy the moment without having to worry about breathing. All he had to do was to lay back and let Him. When Rick’s body finally relaxed, it was covered in sweat and dripping on to Liam. Rick leaned in and kissed Liam.

“Fuck, you were great. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Rick said, before kissing him. Liam smiled.

“I would hope so. That’s a straight boy’s cherry you just popped. You know our holes are tighter and hotter than those gay boys you usually fuck,” Liam teased back. Rick leaned down and kissed Liam again.

“And that My handsome young man,” Rick said, breathing heavily, “is how a Man breeds His boy.”

Liam smiled at the analogy. Liam could feel Rick’s hard cock contract as Rick squeezed out the last bit of ejaculate inside him. Liam was impressed by how much Rick came. Rick really was like a prize stud bull. It felt like there was a gallon of cum inside him.

Then, as if a light bulb went off, Liam suddenly connected the dots between Rick’s words and the feeling inside his body. Liam realized that Rick had not been wearing a condom.

Liam started freaking out. He tried to push the older Man off him so that he could run to the bathroom, but Rick knew now was not the time to let Liam go. He held Liam down with His hands and the weight of His larger body. He needed the boy to stay, to be present, to understand what had just happened. Most importantly, to accept it.

"Calm down. What's wrong?" Rick said as Liam struggled against Him with all his strength. Of course, Rick knew. The boy just realized that Rick had cum inside him for real and Liam was not handling it well.

Breeding a boy, even a gay one, can be an emotional affair. Breeding a “straight” boy is even more difficult. It fucks with their identity as a straight Man, that another Man's cum is deep inside his guts. It's too close to being used and impregnated like a woman.

Rick was aware that the repercussions would be devastating to the boy’s fragile psyche if not addressed right away. He had to talk Liam down now before his fears got the best of him. He needed Liam to accept what happened to him. If He didn’t, Liam would be useless to Him as His boy from now on. Worse, he might even leave.

"Let go of me. I have to get up. You came in me, you son of a bitch. Where’s the fucking condom? Oh, God, how am I going to get it out of me?" Liam whined, on the verge of tears, as he continued to push against the older Man's muscular chest to no avail.

"What do you mean where’s the condom? I didn’t use one. You didn't ask me to. How could you not know that I was fucking you bareback,” Rick said, calmly studying the boy's face, trying to get into his head and help him face what had just happened to him. While Liam realized it was true that he had not asked Rick to put a condom on, still it had never dawned on him, though maybe it should have, that Rick would cum inside him.

"But I didn't say you could cum in me," Liam said defensively, his voice cracking. As far as Rick was concerned, Liam’s consent was given when he lay down on the bed and spread his legs. He didn’t need anything more.

"Liam, focus. Look at me,” Rick said sharply. Liam briefly stopped struggling, trying desperately to get hold of himself as he looked up.

“Liam, when you let a Man fuck you without a condom, He’s going to cum inside you. You know that," Rick said, continuing to hold the boy down while keeping His cock buried deep in the boy. Liam's struggles were actually making Rick hard again.

"No, I didn’t. I’m not some chick. You fucked me and came in me," Liam said, fighting back tears as he continued to struggle under the bigger Man.

"Liam, stop! Look at me. You not only knew this was going to happen, but on some level, you even wanted this. Once a boy like you spreads his legs for a Man, you’re no different than a girl to Him. A Man wants to take His pleasure from your body. He wants to fuck you because He wants to get off. And I did, and you were incredible. Nothing wrong happened here. I didn’t do anything you asked me not to," Rick said trying to reason with the boy.

If Rick could get Liam to accept that he had some part of it, it would be easier to bring the boy around. Rick couldn't bear total responsibility for what happened. If Liam thought that, the boy would begin to resent Him.

“If it was that important to you, you should have said something before you offered Me your hole. But you didn't. You even grabbed My cock when I told you I was all the way inside you, remember? You knew there was no condom, but you told I could keep going.” Liam mumbled, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Liam stopped struggling as he fought off emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Liam,” Rick said sternly. "It’s done. You can’t decide now that you don’t want it. My cum is already inside you. You felt it. I came so hard and so deep in you there is nothing you can do to get it out even if you tried.” Liam started to sob.

"Liam look at Me," Rick said grabbing Liam's face and forcing him to focus on Him.

"I don’t fuck boys lightly, especially not straight boys like you. But when I do fuck a boy, I never use a condom. You don't get a special pass just because you're straight. You agreed to be My boy for the year. You are here to please Me. And what pleases Me is to fuck you raw. Because you want to make Me happy, you should not only expect me not to use a condom, but you should want Me to fuck you raw. Cumming in you makes Me happy, you should want Me to cum deep inside you."

In that moment, Liam hated Rick, mostly because he knew Rick was right about some part of it, even if He was saying in a fucked-up way. He had agreed to be fucked. This wasn't his first rodeo. He knows how fucking ends. Men only pull out in porno movies. Without a condom, of course Rick thought He could cum inside him.

Liam would never have agreed to it if Rick had asked him. But he also knew that he was partially at fault here too. Despite being his first time with a Man, Liam hadn't even thought about protection. He got caught up in the moment and let the older Man fuck him without a condom. That was on him. It was just that Liam was so turned on knowing how much Rick was enjoying fucking him for the first time, that he just didn’t think about it. Liam’s hard dick was proof of that. Liam took several deep breaths trying to calm himself as he studied Rick's face looking for answers.

"I don't understand what you're so upset about. What did you honestly expect?" Rick continued, in a much softer tone. Liam took another deep breath trying to find the words to explain why he was so upset.

"Liam, baby, I didn’t force you to do this. I told you clearly that I wanted to fuck you, and you agreed. You got in My bed. I didn’t make you. You spread your legs for Me all on your own. You were even excited at first. You said you wanted to do this for Me. And when I did penetrate you, I was gentle. I waited until you got used to how big I was. You felt it when my bare cock pushed inside you, forcing your hole open. I wasn’t wearing a condom then, and you knew that. I was inside you the whole time fucking you raw. You didn’t ask me to stop. In fact, you told me it was ok to keep going. You were even hard while I fucked you, so I know you were loving the feel of My cock inside you. It wouldn’t have felt that good if I had been wearing a condom. Don’t you see? This is just how sex is between Men.” Liam cringed, again the hard truth to all of it. Rick continued.

“You felt me getting close. You knew how much I was enjoying being inside you, enjoying fucking your beautiful body. I could tell you wanted to please me, and I love that about you. I could tell you were ready for me to cum. You didn’t ask Me not to cum in you then. You didn’t ask Me to pull out. And I did what we both wanted at that moment. I came. Inside you. I came harder than I have in a long time. You should be proud. You did that, your tight little ass and your desire to please Me caused Me to cum like that. And My load deposited deep your guts was your reward for being such a good boy.  I could have given that load to any other boy. But I gave it to you. I wanted you to have it. I don’t regret breeding you. You shouldn’t regret it either. It was beautiful."

Liam couldn’t believe what Rick was saying. Rick was talking about it so intimately, so romantically, as if he had done Liam a favor by coming inside him. He had to admit, at some point, he had gotten lost in the act of Rick fucking him. And it was also true that he had told Rick to keep going even though Rick wasn’t wearing a condom. He had loved the fullness of Rick's cock stretching his hole as it thrust deep inside him, the constant pummeling of his prostate. Rick had brought out sensations the boy had never had before. He just wished Rick hadn't cum inside him, not without giving him the choice.

Still, it wasn't like there was no warning. Liam knew that as Rick started fucking him harder and deeper, breathing heavily, that Rick was about to cum from fucking him. Liam also had to admit to himself that he wanted Rick to cum. He wanted to see the pleasure on Rick’s face, but it wasn’t just that. He also was exhausted and not sure how much longer he could hold his legs open for Him. So yeah, he did want it. He just stupidly never considered that Rick would cum in him.

Liam began to let go of some of his anger towards Rick. Rick was right. He had some blame for this. He knew he should have been more careful. He knew better. This is how girls get knocked up. Worse, this is how fags get AIDS.

All Liam could think about was that, like a dumb chick, he lost himself in the moment of passion, of Rick’s wanting him, of needing to use him, of being fucked for the first time, and the new different pleasure it brought his body. He should have known that being the one getting fucked that it was his responsibility, as the “girl,” to make sure that Rick used protection if it was that important to him. It was his job to make sure they were safe. It was stupid to assume Rick would be the one to make sure they used a condom. No Man voluntarily uses a condom if He doesn’t have to. Rick was no different. It really was all his fault, he thought.

Liam took a deep breath, aware that Rick’s cock was still hard and inside him. Finally, calming down as he tried to figure out what to do next, Liam asked the question that he was really worried about.

"Are you HIV positive?"

Rick looked at the boy carefully. He could answer the question truthfully, simply, but He knew this was a moment, a moment to connect with Liam on another level. Liam was beginning to accept that he had submitted to Rick and that what happened was a natural consequence of that submission. But that acceptance, that willingness to submit to Rick, was conditional. If Liam was to totally embrace his submission to Rick, the boy needed to accept Rick's control, His protection, but most importantly His right to define their relationship and decide how intimate it would be. Rick wouldn’t allow this moment to be clouded by facts. There was too much at stake. His heart, and the boy’s soul.

"What difference would that make? You let Me cum in you. If I am positive, you are too now. If I'm not, neither are you. Nothing changes by knowing one way or another. It is or it isn’t," Rick said.

"But, . . . " Liam started, only to be interrupted. Rick’s tone changed. Rick needed to assure the boy that all that happened was normal, his submission normal, his obedience and blind trust in Him that everything would be ok was essential to their continued relationship. He needed Liam to accept that because Rick said this is the way it was supposed to be, this was the way it would be.

“Liam, My sweet angel, you agreed to be My boy for a year. One of the privileges of being My boy is that I get to fuck you. You knew that this day was going to happen. Because you were such a good boy and made Me feel so good, I came inside you to let you know how much you giving yourself means to Me. You're not some whore. You're not a one-night stand. You are so much more than that. You are My boy. You belong to Me. I want you to understand that I wouldn’t have cum in you if I didn’t . . . ," Rick hesitated. ". . . care about you?" Rick finally said, leaning down and kissing Liam.

Rick had caught himself. He almost used the “L” word. He didn’t realize how much Liam had come to mean to Him. Slowly, Liam’s fear faded away, replaced with the knowledge that this had meaning to Rick. Liam wanted it to have meaning for him too.

“Liam, I wanted this to happen. I want you to know that. And you needed it to happen,” He said. Liam studied His face. While Rick’s words were reassuring and calming him, Liam still needed answers.

"Do you honestly believe I would ever let anything harm you or that if something did that, I wouldn’t take care of you? I want you to let go of it. It happened. It happened because I wanted it too. It isn’t important if I’m negative or positive, nor is it important if you are. What is important is that we now share a bond. You now have My cum inside you. I have claimed you as My own. You belong to me in the most intimate way a boy can belong to a Man,” Rick told him. Rick made it all sound so romantic, so loving, so caring. He wanted to believe Him, but he was still scared.

“Right now, your body is absorbing My semen. You have a part of me inside you as surely as if I had placed a baby inside you. No matter what the future holds, I want you to remember this night always and remember Me as the Man who was your first. The first man to fuck you, and the first to cum inside you. The first Man to give you a part of Himself. No matter what happens to us in the future, I will always be with you and cherish that you allowed Me to take your virginity, and you took My load. You need to see it for what it is, an act of caring."

Rick’s words were so earnest and impassioned that it calmed Liam on so many levels, but still that feeling of dread would not completely go away. He knew somewhere in there was his answer, but he still wasn’t sure whether Rick was saying he was poz or not. Rick leaned down and kissed the boy again. Liam reluctantly kissed him back. Liam’s mind wandered for a second as a multitude of thoughts crept into his mind, some dark, but most reassuring.

Rick was relieved to see that Liam had taken a step back from the edge. He needed him to accept what had happened and learn to want it. But He also was concerned that boy was thinking too much and would worry himself back on to that ledge. He knew exactly how to get Liam to stop thinking about it. Whatever Liam was to become, he was still a horny young man who reacted to sexual stimulation.

Rick slowly but deliberately started rocking His still hard cock inside Liam, reminding the boy of the pleasure and intimacy of being fucked. This brought Liam out of his fog and back to his senses. The slow deliberate thrusts reminded him of those feelings of pleasure, not fear. Liam actually smiled. He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t believe the older Man wanted to fuck him again.

"Unbelievable," Liam said finally grinning.

Seeing Liam’s smile, Rick smiled back and started to slowly grind inside him as He kissed on the boy’s lips, neck and lightly bit his nipples. Fuck, Liam said to himself as he felt his dick getting hard again from Rick’s attention. He wondered to himself, “When did I turn into such a fag for this guy,” as he wrapped his arms and legs around Rick and pulled the older Man’s body and cock into his. At that moment, Rick knew the boy would be ok.

As Liam started getting into being fucked again, the boy realized Rick was right about one thing. There was nothing that could be done about it now. Happy with the change in the boy, Rick settled into a slow leisurely fuck. Since Liam didn’t have to deal with the pain of penetration, the leisurely fuck, aside from the soreness of his battered hole, was almost completely pleasurable for the boy. Either way, Liam wasn’t stopping Him from fucking him again. Rick couldn’t help but marvel at what a natural bottom his “straight” boy was.

"Would you be more comfortable if I used a condom now?" Rick asked him. It wasn’t that Rick had any intention of using a condom. He wanted to make Liam say it out loud, to admit it was ok to fuck him bareback, to cum inside him again.

"No. Like you said, what is done is done. Just fuck me," Liam said grinning and pulling Rick's hips into him. As Rick approached His second climax, Liam knew what was happening this time as he felt the heated throbbing of Rick’s cock.

“I’m about to cum. I’m going to cum inside you, baby boy,” Rick offered this time. He wanted Liam to acknowledge what was happening to him. He wanted the boy complicit in his breeding this time.

“I know. I want you to,” Liam said lifting his head up to kiss Rick.

Suddenly, Liam felt the gushing of another load deep in his guts. Liam relaxed accepting that this time he had chosen to let the older Man cum inside him. Without the fear, Liam reveled in the feelings of intimacy being bred by Rick brought him. He realized that He was going to have to find a way to be ok with Rick fucking him bareback. Rick wanted it and Liam liked the way it made him feel.

When Rick was done and had collapsed on top of the boy, Liam shifted his body sideways, careful not to let Rick's cock slip out of him and pulled Rick’s arms around him. Liam sighed and closed his eyes. Somehow, Liam knew everything would be ok because Rick said it would. Whatever happened, he believed Rick would be there for him.

Rick felt a little sorry for the boy, but He was glad they were getting past Liam's initial terror. Liam's breeding had been hard on him not just physically, but emotionally. It would get easier from here out. As Liam's breathing became shallow, Rick finally allowed Himself to relax. The boy was sleeping with Rick still inside him. He was definitely going to be ok.

Rick later explained, trying to help Liam own what had happened, that people don’t use condoms when they are in a relationship. A Man likes to fuck naturally, skin on skin, and when it's time to cum, He wants to cum in His boy. That’s the way nature intended it. Besides, fucking a boy bareback is one of the joys of sex between a Man and a boy. Liam couldn’t help but smile when Rick said they were “in a relationship.” It somehow made it better what had happened.

"A boy, even one as cute as you are, with a pussy as sweet as yours is, can’t get pregnant no matter how many times I try, so there is no need for a condom,” Rick told him playfully.

Of course that wasn’t the entire story, but Liam liked the idea of it. Liam understood what Rick was trying to say. He didn’t like using condoms when he fucked his girlfriend either. He would have preferred to fuck her bare and cum inside her. But this was different because this time he was the one fucked without a condom. And he was the one with a Man’s cum inside him. The risk to him was not just getting pregnant, but he would find a way to live with that.

Despite everything, Liam was still uneasy about unsafe sex those first couple of weeks. A couple of times, he asked Rick to use a condom. But not wanting to backslide from all the work He had accomplished with the boy, Rick refused, insisting that He’d rather not fuck Liam at all than use a condom.

“It’s your choice,” Rick said, adamant about that they would not have sex if He had to use a condom, but still willing to give Liam some illusion of control. Wanting to please Rick and not seem ungrateful for the life He had provided him, Liam would always back down. It was important that Liam give that control, even if it was illusory, back to Rick.

Eventually, Rick fucking him without a condom had become so normal that Liam stopped being anxious about it, and he stopped asking. After some time, Liam told Rick that he was ok with Him fucking him bareback. Liam knew it actually didn’t matter since Rick was going to do whatever He wanted anyway, but Liam thought it was important to let Him know that he was ok with it now. And Rick was glad to hear it.

Rick could have discussed beforehand with Liam why bareback sex was important to Him. But Liam also knew that at that time he would likely have not understood it no matter how He explained it. Hindsight offered much more clarity. Rick explained that because He was taking Liam’s virginity, it was important to Him that Rick breed him that first time. The two had to occur together, at the same time. It became obvious to Liam just how intimate the act of breeding was to Rick. It meant something meaningful and real to Rick when He came in Liam that first time. For Rick it was a pledge or promise to Liam that He was Liam’s Man and Liam was His boy.

Liam also came to understand that a condom was more than a barrier between his flesh and Rick’s. It was a barrier to emotional intimacy. With a condom, Liam had nothing vested in their sex. He had nothing to lose. With the safety net removed Liam had to choose to either embrace their new intimacy completely with all its possible risks or to leave.

That simple act of cumming inside the boy, and Liam’s acceptance of it, made things between them immediately real in a way that would have otherwise taken months, if not years, to achieve if there had been no risk involved. Because Liam did come to accept it, they belonged to each other now, physically and emotionally, in a way they couldn’t have otherwise. For Liam, sex with Rick now was not complete until he felt Him cum inside him.

As they settled into a routine after Liam’s first time, fucking with Rick took on a different tone. Content that Liam was allowing Him to control their sex, their intimacy, Rick stopped asking Liam for sex. When He wanted it, He just took it.

One thing that Liam liked about sex with Rick is that it was intense, deliberate and animalistic. Rick rarely engaged in "lovemaking" like guys did to chicks. Usually, Rick fucked Liam like the boy imagined cowboys fucked each other when they were alone out on the range, like Heath Ledger fucked Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain. No girlie stuff; just guy sex. It somehow seemed less "homo" to Liam that way. It was just a guy getting his rocks off, even if it was up his ass.

By being so unequivocally dominant in every aspect of their relationship, Rick made it easy and natural for Liam to submit to Him. While the words “dominant” and “submissive” were never used by either of them, that’s what they were. A Dominant and His beautiful submissive boy who was becoming more and more submissive every day.

Importantly to Liam, Rick never made Liam feel that being with Him was "gay." It always just felt normal that Rick wanted to fuck him and for Liam to want to get fucked by Him. It was sex, their sex, and it felt natural. While the older Man's huge cock buried up his ass on an almost daily basis definitely felt gay at times, Liam had learned to love taking Rick’s cock like the boy wife he had become. Liam came to see it, not so much that he was being fucked by a Man, but he was being fucked by his Man, Rick.

Embracing his new role, Liam began really enjoying sex with Rick. Now that Rick wasn’t having to teach Liam how to please Him, Rick was free to be concerned with His pleasure rather than Liam's. That was part of what made their sex so great.

An unexpected bonus for Liam was that he was surprised to find how much better the sex was when he stopped worrying about getting himself off and concentrated only on Rick’s sexual needs. Sure, it was still painful at times, but suddenly, being fucked two or three times a day wasn't exhausting. All Liam had to do was not allow himself to get off. His built-up horniness kept him eager to please his Man in every way and always ready to go again.

Rick noticed the change in Liam. By Liam having embraced his submission fully. Rick finally felt that He could truly enjoy Liam’s body now as He fucked the boy harder, deeper, and rougher.

Conversely, able to enter subspace with ease now, Liam never had a problem with how physical Rick would get with him. Liam couldn't get enough of the older Man. Only when Liam knew that Rick was sexually satisfied would he allow himself to get off. It worked out well. Liam had become so focused on pleasing Rick that His voice and touch alone were enough to get Liam hard and ready for whatever Rick wanted. Rick was pleased with the boy Liam had become.

As a straight man, submission was new to Liam. But as a boy, it was becoming second nature. Rick’s consistency towards Liam both in and out of bed was better training than any boot camp could have given the boy. Only halfway through the year, their roles were already clearly defined. Liam knew his responsibilities and gladly did them whether requested to or not. He liked serving Rick. He liked making Him happy, whether with his body or just by being there for Him.

Liam had become everything Rick had hoped for. The boy even stopped going out on his own. His last “date” with a girl was right after Rick had fucked him that first time. When Rick asked him casually if he had fucked the girl, Liam shook his head “No,” adding “I wasn’t feeling it.” That was enough for Rick to get over the little bit of jealousy He had been feeling.

Liam stopped going out on dates with girls all together and started doing things outside the house with Rick. But what really surprised Rick was that Liam stopped asking for his money. Rick had every intention of paying the boy in full as agreed, but He wanted to see how long Liam would go without asking Him. He never asked him for money again. His pay was no longer the reason to do what he did for Rick.

As the months passed, Liam found that he didn’t just like having sex with the older Man, he needed to have sex with Him. As frequently happens in Dominant/submissive relationships, sexual intimacy led to something more complex. Liam had become emotionally attached to Rick. And the older Man to the boy. And that connection was never so strong as when Rick’s cock was buried deep in him and when the older Man came inside his boy.

It had been almost a year since that first night. The agreement was coming to an end. Liam sat on the edge of the pool wearing only a jockstrap, enjoying the feel of the afternoon sun on his skin.

While it had embarrassed Liam at first, he got used to it, especially when Rick and his friends commented on how beautiful his body and ass were. He knew Rick’s friends wanted to fuck him. He also knew that Rick didn’t like sharing his boys, but Liam still loved the attention. When he looked at himself in the mirror wearing only a jockstrap, Liam knew exactly why Rick wanted to fuck him all the time.

"You know, Sir," Liam said, struggling to have the conversation that he knew had been coming for a while. Rick looked up at the boy. Liam never used the word “Sir” unless he was trying to be serious. It was something Rick had not insisted upon, but Liam did on his own. Rick liked it.

"It's been great. You've been very generous to me, as a friend and a lover, both in bed and out. I appreciate everything you've done for me and shown me."

"A handsome intelligent boy like you deserves that," Rick said, smiling. He knew that Liam was trying to tell him something, something important, and He thought He knew what it was.

"And you showed me how to enjoy being with a Man. Something I never thought I would do,” Liam said, clearly drawing out whatever his point is. Rick knew he was trying to find the words to say what was really on his mind.

“Still straight?” Rick offered, playfully. Liam laughed.

“I think so, just not with you. It’s your fault. You shouldn’t be so good in bed. I can't believe I actually love being fucked by you” the boy said.

“Well, with a smokin’ hot bottom boy like you, how could I not be?” Rick said. Liam frowned. Rick thought it was cute how he was still not comfortable being called a “bottom boy.”

“Yeah, well. Look, you know I applied to a bunch of schools. I got accepted to Columbia,” Liam finally said.

“Of course you did. You’re one of the brightest boys I know,” Rick said. He was genuinely proud of Liam.

“And that means, it’s time for me to go,” Liam said, still stalling.

“If that’s what you want. I want what’s best for you,” Rick said, disappointed but not letting it show.

“I've been thinking,” Liam said. “I got a full scholarship, and a job on campus. Come with me to New York, at least while I’m in school. I’ll get an apartment. I’ll pay for everything. You can live with me. I’ll take care of you. I just . . I’m not ready for this to end,” Liam said. Rick could tell this was tearing the kid up.

“Why would I do that? I already have a place,” Rick asked, toying with Liam.

“Yeah, I guess so. I know it doesn’t make any sense asking you to move to New York to be with me, but I had to ask. And I'm serious, I'll pay for everything. It wouldn't cost you a thing,” Liam offered, clearly dejected but not quite willing to give up. He wanted this more than anything he had ever wanted before.

“No, you misunderstand,” Rick said. Liam looked up, unsure what he could have got wrong.

“I already own an apartment in Manhattan. Why would I move in with you? You could just live with me,” Rick said, grinning. Liam’s face was beaming.

“So, you’ll come?” Liam asked, hopefully. It was Rick's turn to frown.

“Liam, I don’t think you realize what you’re asking. This has been fun, and god knows I love being with you, but you have made it clear that you still think of yourself as straight. I want more. I want it all. And if you aren't willing to give me everything, every part of you, heart and soul, I'd rather have nothing. Are you prepared to tell your parents, your friends that you’re in a relationship with a Man, a Man who is 30 years older than you, a Man that fucks you up the ass every night?”

“You don’t have to be so graphic,” Liam said with a frown.

“Then you see the problem. I deserve better than that. I deserve to be happy, and it takes all of that, all of you, to make me happy,” Rick said, trying to make the boy understand how much He cared about him, but that He would not compromise on this point.

Liam sat there quietly, gently kicking his feet in the pool while he thought about what Rick had said. Rick studied the boy trying to glean which way he was leaning. It was the moment of truth. He wanted to tell the boy he was in love with him, but that wouldn’t be fair. Liam had to decide to be with Him because he wanted to. Finally, Liam cleared his throat.

“Look, I’ll make you this deal. You don’t make me announce it to the world like I'm some sort of flag-carrying out-and-proud homo, and I will promise you that if my family, my friends ask me directly about the nature of our relationship, I will tell them, ok? I will tell them you are my husband, and I am your boy, I love sucking your cock, and you fuck me up the ass every night?” Liam said, mostly serious but unable not to get in that last little bit for fun.

“Now who’s getting graphic?” Rick asked laughing. Liam was smiling. Rick found it hard not to love the boy.

“Then I guess we’re moving to New York,” Rick said. Liam jumped up and hugged Rick as tightly as he could.

“I love you so much, but I’d rather be your whore than your wife,” the boy whispered in Rick’s ear.

“You already are baby. You already are,” Rick said kissing him. 

[traddykes]

being told to take that cock while you’re pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause it’s not an ask or praise, it’s an outright demand. they’re inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best

[kolimenosssss]

[xxxdxddxd0mxxx]

This is what you get, unless you don't like human space heaters. I snuggle and I will keep you warm

[mewnbuns]

BODY TEMPERATURE | BLADE

⸺ ⟢ blade x fem! reader. pussy jobs. minors do not interact. soaking with blade in the hot springs. a little teasing and such but mostly just something to feed my friends. this is a little rushed so i apologise (i wrote this with one hand honestly).

⸺ ⟢ wc. 2.1k words.

You can just about make him out even from this distance. Perhaps it’s the sheer size of him, the mass of Blade’s muscled back and shoulders easily drawing your attention even as you slowly approach him from behind.

It had been your idea, to stop over in the hot springs while you were both nearby— hoping to lose yourself in a good, warm soak after all of your muscles were screaming at you for a break. Blade hadn’t put up much of an argument about it, and perhaps it’s because you think he could do with the soak too. Either that or he was just happy to oblige your request, but you’re not curious enough to question him on it.

Not when you get to admire the way the damp press of Blade’s hair clings to back of his neck, his body sinking lower into the warm water as you feel the warm air begin to brush over your own nakedness.

You try your best to stay as quiet as possible, even as you slowly creep over the cobblestone that leads you towards where he is, hoping that you may reward yourself with a few more seconds of being able to admire him unnoticed.

But you know Blade hears you, as he always does, acknowledging you with a subtle turn of his head as if his ears are perking up at your approach. He doesn’t move nor shift though, akin to the way a predator might remain still as to not alert their pray.

But if you’re the prey, you seem to be giving yourself up quite willingly.

It only takes a few more silent steps before you come to the lip of the springs, face to face with Blade and immediately you can feel it aswell as see it— the undisguised desire, hot and earnest in his eyes as he takes you in. He’s shameless in his admiration, much as you are to him.

Every look is slow and hungry, and the unwavering admiration is enough to make you shake when you take that first trembling step into the springs to join him.

Blade doesn’t miss a moment of it, not when he can watch how the water line clings to your breasts and molds to your bare straining nipples as you take a breath in. He watches you sink all the way down into the water, until you sit on a ledge at the other end of the spring where your thighs squeeze together and make an alluring, not so mysterious y-shape hiding your center from view.

It’s deliberate on your part, the distance. A detail that you know Blade won’t stand for, especially given the way his gaze is already devouring you completely. But it gets you the reaction you hope for almost immediately; a drop in Blade’s brows, a heat of something darker in his gaze and his jaw tightens before you speak.

You wave your hand through the water, transfixed by the ripples it creates beneath your touch, the shapes reaching all the way across to your lover at the other side.

“How does it feel?” You ask after a moment, “Better?”

“Mmph.” Is all Blade offers, stubborn. But it only makes you feel all the more playful, admiring the way his broad, scarred chest rests above the water.

His voice is much deeper when it calls your gaze back, and his huge body shifts. “Something wrong?”

“Nope.” You answer too quickly, tilting your head. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

“Is something the matter with you? You’re scowling.”

It takes Blade a second to respond, you watch the lines of his neck and arms flex before he’s relaxing again, and your brows rise at him.

“Come.” He grunts, obviously unamused as he motions to a place by his side. “Closer.”

“This isn’t close enough for you?”

You swear you see the muscles in Blade’s jaw clench.

“No.” He grinds out.

“Are you sure? I thought maybe you’d appreciate some alone time.”

“Don’t toy with me, girl.”

You can’t help yourself, can’t help but rile up the same man many would consider to be a weapon because you see the way he looks at you, notice the way his heavy, half-hard cock is already twitching beneath the surface of the springs.

You could keep going for longer if you wanted, but there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to deny yourself of what awaits you either. Not when you can see the way the temperature of the springs have caused parts of Blade’s features to take on a pink flush, and his chest is rising and falling with his deep breaths.

It’s mouth-watering. So although prematurely, you find yourself closing that distance in only a couple of steps— perhaps driven by your own eagerness as Blade spreads his legs a little wider in anticipation.

You take your new seat by his side before giving him a look.

“Better?”

Blade returns it with one that’s equal parts unamused and full of desire before he motions with his eyes again. To himself this time.

“Here.”

And without a second thought, you do as he says.

Blade sinks into the warm water as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and climb on top of him, placing your knees on either side of his hips as you situate yourself down. Too close to his hard cock for it to be accidental, but he’s more than eager to have you slink into his lap and rub yourself against him.

His body feels like silk beneath you, water sloshing as you feel the first silky grind of his hard cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you gasp and moan at the wet, tacky sound that follows.

His eyes all but burn through you.

“How about now?” You ask in a dreamier voice. “Is that what had gotten you so upset?”

“I have no patience for your games.” Blade grunts and grips your waist as you shamelessly rub your pussy across his cock beneath the water. “Teasing me is a bad habit of yours.”

“I thought you liked that about me.” You giggle, but it breaks off into a moan with the next clumsy thrust of your hips, the shaft rolling languidly through your split folds in a way that makes your toes curl.

It’s incredibly intoxicating, the feeling of Blade’s larger body beneath yours accompanied by the temperature of the springs. He feels so rough and safe and warm. You whine his name, nuzzling down into his damp hair and you feel his mouth catch on your soft breast as you lean yourself back to offer him more of it.

Blade’s mouth works at you tirelessly, lapping and kissing at your perked nipples until your thighs quiver, accompanied by the lurid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap as he mindlessly helps you rock back and forth along the length of him. He presses along your lips and the bump of your clit catches on his swollen cockhead, making you both twitch and your whole body jolts when he nips at your tits with his teeth.

“You’re disobedient. This will not end well for you.” He murmurs against your breasts, full of want.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning into your own arm with a lazy, lewd swirl of your hips. Blade’s brows come down as his kisses find their way to your jaw, lips parting to grind out another groan and tease skin with teeth while his rough hands curl into the plush softness of your ass.

You press slow, soft kisses against his forehead, down over his nose and mouth and neck, following the valley of each scar, old and new. Blade lets his head fall back and a deep, guttural growl vibrates against your lips. “Know your limits.”

You pet his shoulders and chest, hum in question that’s way more convincing than it should be for just one sound, and ask in a sweet tone, “And if I don’t?”

“Then when you surrender it will be amusing. Do not test me.”

The depth of Blade’s gaze, accompanied the deep tone of promise in his voice almost burns you, making your pussy twitch from where you’re pressing hard against him. You moan, your toes flexing as they curl up behind you and your nails dig into his arms.

You feel his cock throb at the eagerness of your movements, and then he’s helping grind you against him again.

But it’s almost too easy for Blade to make you into a mess. To make you whimper and keen, peering at him with your forehead against his.

The soft bouncing motion of your body on his cock alongside the saccharine rub of his skin against yours makes you feel delirious. The humid air of the springs fills your lungs with your next inhale, and your breaths turn to rushing pants that make your head spin.

But you can tell that Blade’s enjoying pushing himself up against you, to help you bob and thrust across the length of his cock while you struggle to keep his pace. The catch of his sensitive head and folds of his frenulum against the plush, slick petals of your pussy makes it easy to forget about his prior warning, to ignore the way water splashes over the edge of the springs, to not be affected by what would be embarrassment if anyone were to choose tonight of all nights to indulge in a warm soak.

You feel Blade slip down low in the water, applying pressure to a different angle all while he luxuriates in simply letting you ride him and take your pleasure and give him his. All while he gets to watch your breasts bob and your eyes flutter.

But it’s all too much, too much when the head of his fat cock is pressing through your folds just right and his huge palms are grabbing at your ass to ease himself through it. His hands are pulling you apart, spreading out your pussy from behind to make sure you can’t run from your fate and it makes your heart kick at your chest, you’re beginning to feel boneless above him.

“S-slow down…” You crumble, pleading against Blade’s jugular, but your hips never stopping their hypnotic motions. His chest jumps with an inhale.

“This is what has become of you?” There’s an air of something dark to his tone, his lips smearing against your cheek as he wills your body to keep moving. “Is this all it takes to whittle away one’s resolve?”

Your choked moans of Blade’s name ratchet up in pitch, but squeeze down to a whisper, almost like your whole body is twisting up. He gathers you close and squeezes strong arms around you, you’re gripping tight to the back of his neck and hair while he’s helping hitch your hips impossibly closer to his with a slap of flesh against water.

It’s all too much, the way the tendrils of your orgasm rush towards you with reckless abandon, the pleasure mixing with the rising temperature of the hot springs only making you more lightheaded and pliant. Blade takes in the almost helpless look on your face and all but craves to devour it; mouth smashing onto yours when your head falls forward to allow him the reach.

It’s an intense haze of messy kisses and moans, hands wandering and squeezing, shared growls and shivers despite the heat. The head of his cock catches on your hole, and you moan at the way the simple contact is enough to tease you with the stretch. It makes something grasp deep and agonizing in your gut at the hint of what you could have, hunger rushing fast and quick through his blood as you feel Blade’s cock throb and thicken against you.

“Please…. I—“ Your lips curl, legs shaking as your body bounces against his, you’re so desperate for him to just slip deep inside of you.

But before you can shift your hips just enough to position yourself to allow it, Blade grabs at you— deliberately applying pressure to your clit with the next tangible press of his cock through your folds.

“Not yet.” He almost barks, voice wound tight and cock throbbing as he holds your bleary gaze. “First, I will make something else of you.”

[sadisticslut666]

Toji loves fuckin’ you in a headlock

You and Toji had been “wrestling” on the living room floor for the last ten minutes, more roughhousing than actual fighting. He’d let you get a few decent shots in—mostly because he enjoyed the way you threw yourself at him like you actually stood a chance.

But Toji was done playing nice. With one smooth motion he hooked a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling you back against his broad chest and locking you in a headlock. His bicep bulged against the side of your head, veins standing out under sun-tanned skin. “Gotcha’,” he growled roughly in your ear.

You squirmed hard, heart hammering, but the more you struggled the tighter his arm flexed around you. “Let go, you oversized bastard,” you hissed, still trying to pry at his forearm even as slick slipped dripped between your thighs. You turned your head just enough and sank your teeth into the thick meat of his bicep.

Toji grunted, the sound half-pain, half-laugh. “The fuck? You biting me now?” He flexed his arm deliberately, forcing your jaw to open a little wider around the hard muscle. “Keep that up and I’ll make you regret it, you little shit.”

You didn’t let go immediately. Instead you bit down harder, tasting salt and skin, feeling the way his muscle jumped under your teeth. Muffled against his arm, you argued back, “You’re the one cheating with that cheap headlock. Let. Me. Go.”

“Yeah?” His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard as he yanked your ass back against the growing bulge in his sweats. “Make me,” he taunted against your ear. “C’mon. Bite harder if you’re so tough.” He yanked you tighter again, forearm pressing firmly against your throat.

You did. Teeth digging in deeper, tongue pressing against the vein that stood out under the pressure. Toji groaned as he shoved your pants and panties down in one rough tug with his other hand. He freed himself from his sweats, his heavy cock slapping against your ass before he lined up and pushed in.

You moaned around his bicep before he released your hip just long enough to smack your ass hard before he grabbed you again and slammed in deeper. “You bite me, I fuck you stupid. Fair trade.”

Your head was spinning, trapped in the headlock, face pressed into his bulging bicep while he railed you from behind. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with the sweat on his arm.

Toji leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he panted. “C’mon, keep fighting me. Makes your pussy squeeze so fucking tight when you’re mad.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You answered by sinking your teeth in even deeper, a muffled “Fuck you,” vibrating against his muscles.

“Already doing that, princess.” He snapped back as his pace turned brutal, arm keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Toji’s grunts and curses filled your ear, his sweat-slick chest pressed tight to your back, the headlock never loosening.

You came hard with his bicep between your teeth, muffling your scream as your pussy clenched around him. Toji followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot cum.

He didn’t release the headlock as he held you there, panting against your neck, cock still twitching inside you. “Round two?” he murmured, flexing his arm again making you choke as it wrapped tighter around your throat. “Or you tapping out already, princess?”

This bastard, as if a little headlock was going to make you tap out. You twisted your head as much as the headlock allowed and sank your teeth back into his bicep, right over the fresh bite mark you’d already left. You bit down hard, making him grunt.

“Motherf—alright, that’s it,” Toji growled, but there was clear delight in his tone. He yanked you tighter against him, hips snapping forward as you moaned “That all you—ah—got? Gonna have to do better if you want me to—fuck—tap out Ji…”

a/n: toji can keep me in a headlock till I pass out on his dick