Caleb Anderson

Sideblog. Only writing with one other person. Property of Adam, Blake, Alcide and Alex.

[pinkbussycunt]

Caleb was such a little fem boy. He had such an effeminate built, and all of his soap and hygiene products were pink and feminine in nature. Even the towel wrapped around his body was a baby pink. The boy looked absolutely adorable. No wonder he had to shower alone. The other boys would have too much fun tossing him around, but that wasn't the reason.

Now that he was alone, the young man took the soft towel off his flesh, exposing his secret. Caleb had a pussy—it was the most beautiful shade of virginal pink. This explained why Caleb needed to be kept apart from the other boys. Making his way towards the shower, Caleb walked with such an effeminate strut. Despite his beautiful vagina, the boy also had an equally voluptuous pink ass. It jiggled when he walked. The boy had no idea he was putting on a show.

Stepping into the showers, Caleb stood under the faucet, where he allowed himself to be drenched under the warm water. Many thoughts were rushing through his head, and they were all about Mr. G—how he commanded the football field, how his alpha male energy put all the boys in check, how he’d alway catch the older man looking at him from the corner of his eye, and most importantly, how good his educator smelled after a grueling Friday afternoon practice.

Coach G was a sweater, and whenever his body tried to cool itself off, the most incredible smell enflared the eighteen year old’s nostrils. He loved it. The boy would spend so many nights masturbating to that powerful smell. Caleb should be thinking about boys his own age, he had plenty of offers, but he wasn’t interested. Little Caleb had his eyes and heart set on the lion king.

As he lathered himself in his body wash, the effeminine young man noticed the lights began to dim. The janitor must have left and not known that he was still in the showers. He didn’t mind, it gave him some time to linger on his thoughts about his history teacher, all while his soft fingers began to explore the cavern between his legs—at least that’s what he would have done. Suddenly, the boy heard footsteps. He realized he wasn't alone. Caleb was a little anxious at first, until a certain someone decided to join him in the showers.

“ H….Hey Coach,” Caleb said with surprise in his voice. Was he dreaming? Was the hot water starting to mess with his head? Was this just a figment of his imagination. No, it wasn’t. Coach Gunner was standing right in front of him, and he was completely naked.

His physical physique towered over the young man. His incredible muscular form glistened in the hot water. Those piercing greyish blue hues captivated the male cheer leader, but what really caught the young man’s attention was the older man’s gargantuan shaft and equally impressive balls. The softest traces of sweat still lingered on his body. This could only mean one thing—Caleb’s wasn’t the only one feeling this way, and his feelings were very much mutual.

Caleb wanted to reply, but he couldn’t. He was lost in the fact that the fantasy that heavily occupied his mind had actually become a reality. The boy knew it was a reality when he felt that monstrous shaft poking his bubble shaped butt. With a gentle grip, Caleb took a hold of that incredible shaft and gently began to stroke it his with his soft and affectionate touch.

“ I could tell you……..but I’d rather show you.”

With that, the captain of the cheerleaders got on his knees. He was now face to face with that beast of a manhood. It could have poked his eye out. Looking up into those incredible eyes, Caleb gave his coach a playful wink as he slowly took that girthy shaft into his mouth, all while effeminate moans escaped his lips.

[alphastoworship]

Leo spread his legs a little, gaining a statuesque, strong stance as both the water and Caleb cascaded down his body. He stood with the kind of pride that only a mature man could exude, and he eminated a kind of smugness that only a bastard who knew just how handsome and good-looking he was could give off. Truthfully, Leo hadn't felt like much of a man for a long time until Caleb had come along, until the other's feminine charms sparked a fire inside of him that he thought had died a long time ago.

"You wanna know what the first thing I ever thought when I laid eyes on you was, kid?" he hummed, lowering his gaze back down, " 'God, I've never seen a prettier boy ... only thing that would make him prettier would be my cock between those lips'," he smirked down at Caleb on his knees. He felt a rush like nothing he'd ever felt before with his cock in the other's soft, gentle but confident touch and the way those doe eyes looked at him like they always had; full of admiration and lust so strong it couldn't be hidden.

This was wrong and unethical on so many levels and that's what made it all the hotter as Leo moaned like a beast in heat as Caleb skillfully took his cock into the tight, wet cavern of his mouth. It had been forever since anyone had done that- his cock had gone un-worshipped for too long for such an impressive length, attached to such a legendary male. "Jesus Fucking Christ, Caleb," he moaned, holding the back of the other's head, "C'mon, don't be shy, I know that little slut mouth of yours can take more," he goaded, smirking as he forced the other to keep taking his monster member in. He wanted to feel his weighty balls resting against the other's chin and he wanted Caleb to smell the true scent of his musk with his nose buried in his pubes.

The muscular, giant-sized coach held Caleb's face there, exuding ownership over the barely legal femboy cheerleader and letting him serve him in ways that dozens, if not hundreds, of horny teenagers before him had wished they could. "Mmm, good boy," he praised, finally letting up a little bit and letting Caleb move his head and mouth as he wished- having made the powerful impression he wanted, "Show me more of what you know, kid ... Really make me proud."

[pinkbussycunt]

Caleb had been dreaming of this moment for two years now. He never thought his ultimate fantasy would become a reality. This was better than any of his wet dreams. Coach Gunner really was the lion king. He had the shaft of a lion, and little Caleb looked so small as he gently played with it. The boy was such a tease. No teeth, no gagging, just a velvety warm mouth, doing exactly what it was suppose to do.

Caleb was taken aback by his coach's sexual frustration. The boy could not understand how a man with such a perfect physique could be so sexually repressed. Before he knew it, the young man found his face buried deep within the lion's mane. The male cheerleader could still pick up the older man's lingering musk. This triggered something primal within the eighteen year old. Mr. G wanted Caleb to put on a show, and that's exactly what the boy was going to do.

Holding only the base of the dick for support, Caleb let go of self control and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. Up and down, up and down, the boy worshipped that dick with pride as his effeminate moans bounced off the walls. No teeth. No gagging. Just a warm pink mouth working that monstrous shaft to perfection. Caleb, despite his young age, worked with such a fiery intensity, and he showed no signs of slowing down. Allowing himself to take a breath, Caleb pushed his face into his teacher's sack, where he passionately worshipped both of those balls.

Caleb was known for his sweet and friendly disposition. In this moment, a whole new side of him was coming out. Despite being a virgin, Caleb had an incredibly high sex drive. He proved that by worshipping his coach's enormous dick and sweaty balls like a sex crazed little slut. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew what they were doing was not right, but in Caleb's eyes, that made him want the older man that much more. The boy was eighteen. While taboo, what they were doing was legal. This gave the little fem boy the confidence he needed to let his freak flag fly. Taking a hold of his history teacher's massive foot, Caleb began to suckle and lick his way between all five toes, filling the bathroom with the most musical and effeminate sounds that could drive any man wild with want.

[pinkbussycunt]

Taboo: Caleb/Leo

@alphastoworship

Caleb was your typical high school senior—well, almost. Just shy of five-foot-eight and freshly eighteen, he had deep auburn hair and soft, angelic features that gave him an effortless charm. His smile could light up a room, and his warmth was anything but superficial. Caleb was one of the most popular students—not because he craved attention, but because he treated everyone with genuine kindness and respect. His beauty was otherworldly, almost ethereal, with a soft, pinkish glow that seemed to follow him through the halls, casting light wherever he went. Many of his classmates admired him, wishing they could be more like Caleb. But none of them knew that the eighteen year old's life was anything but perfect.

Caleb lived in a run-down trailer park on the outskirts of town. He was the youngest son of an alcoholic and a woman who was a prostitute. His older brother was lost to addiction, and his home life was far from stable. Their mother had abandoned them years ago, leaving Caleb alone with a father who was emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive—a man who had little tolerance for his youngest son’s gentle nature and effeminate mannerisms.

Caleb had learned how to hide his scars well—both the visible ones and the ones buried deep inside. School was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of home. He threw himself into activities, anything to keep him away from the darkness he lived with. Cheerleading, gymnastics and dance were his true passions, and he excelled in all of them. As the only boy on the cheer squad, he stood out—not just for his talent, but for the way he seemed to glow when leading the crowd in a cheer. He caught the eyes of many boys, but Caleb remained uninterested. His heart belonged to someone else.

His name was Leo Gunner, though most people simply referred to him as Mr. G, Coach, Coach G or G Coach. Some students even called him “The Lion King,” a nod to his imposing presence and commanding stature. He taught history at McAdams High and was also the head coach, as well as being married to the principal. Standing tall, broad-shouldered, and exceptionally handsome, Leo had dark hair and striking blue-grey eyes. His striking tattoos on his chest and arms only enhanced his rugged good looks. Beyond his physical appearance, Leo was also highly intelligent, delivering engaging and captivating lectures on various historical events. His students loved him, but none of them loved him more than Caleb.

Caleb could not describe it, but for the past two years, there has been a connection between him and the coach. The two would eye each other in the hall, Caleb would often catch a smile or wink from him, and it always made Caleb glow a vibrant pink. Mr. G's rugged masculinity and Caleb's soft femininity always seem to compliment each other. Caleb got an A in his class, and he got extra credit for his exceptional research paper on the importance of paiderastia in ancient Greece. It was subtle, teachers and students didn't notice it, but there was something there between the two. Caleb knew it, and he knew he wasn't alone in his feelings.

It had been a long day of practice. Caleb had pushed himself, working hard on both his gymnastics and cheerleading routines. The scorching heat made everything feel more grueling, and everyone was grateful when they were finally allowed to hit the showers. Everyone except Caleb. He didn’t want to go home; he was too fascinated by watching Coach Gunner command the field with his dominant alpha male energy. At eighteen, Caleb found it utterly captivating.

Caleb was always the last to shower, a necessity due to medical reasons; he had to wait for the other boys to leave. Once alone, Caleb felt out a sigh as he began to undress. His towel, wrapped securely around his body, clung to him and his curves. His skin had an ethereal glow, exuding a sensuous feminine energy; he was totally unaware he wasn’t really alone.

[alphastoworship]

Leo Gunner was an anomaly. He always had been. When people looked at him, especially in his younger years, they saw a tough guy that was probably all brawn and no brain. But that couldn't be further from the truth, Leo had always loved his books as much as his athletics. He could get completely lost in the adrenaline of a football game as much as he could get lost in the pages of research about ancient civilizations and texts. He was living a dream of his, being able to teach and learn History while also coaching a team that he had built from the ground up into being one of the most well respected in the country. If you knew anything about high school football, you knew about Coach Gunner.

Another thing to know about Mister Gunner, was that he didn't take nonsense. He was straight-cut and firm, both on the field and in his classroom- you didn't mess around when he was in sight. He had a powerful, dominating aura that commanded respect and attention without him even having to say anything. Sure, he allowed for some fun here and there, but his students and his athletes knew far better than to ever push his boundaries. When Coach G spoke, you listened.

Leo had married young, perhaps too young. He and his high school sweetheart convinced themselves that they were soulmates from the start and for a few years, even after marriage, that seemed true. But inevitably, as they matured and began to face life as young adults and then fully grown adults, they slowly changed into different people than who they used to be in high school and their early twenties. His wife had no interest in either history or sports, his two greatest passions - she also seemed to be uninterested in his third greatest passion; making love. Leo had an exceptionally high libido due to being incredibly well endowed and also from constantly working out - something that she had playfully complained about when they were younger, but as they got older, those complaints lost all playfulness and she began to make more and more excuses to not be intimate with him on any level until they reached the point about two years ago where neither even tried to initiate anything, it was just easier that way.

That's when he'd started noticing Caleb. A now senior student of his that exuded a kind of effortless femininity that any red-blooded man immediately lusted after. Naturally, he had tried to keep things completely professional between them. But slowly, almost unnoticeably, the line between them began to blur. Caleb showed a genuine, hungry interest in his subject and the Coach had also noticed just how hard the other pushed in his cheers. He found himself looking forward most to the classes that Caleb was in, or getting excited about practices that he knew coincided with the cheer team so they would all be out on the field together. Caleb began lighting up his days in a way like nobody else ever had - not even his wife.

He found himself even becoming playful with the youth - something he hadn't done with anyone in years - and, secretly, he found himself having to steel away to his office and rub one out when he'd been watching Caleb in that tight, short skirted cheer uniform or when he and the other had engaged in some intellectual banter over the syllabus and in the back of his mind all he could think about was bending the effeminate young man over his desk and pounding him in a way that would've made ancient Europeans blush.

The tipping point had been the research paper. Paiderastia and the vital role it played in Ancient Greece with some touch points on it's positive influences in modern masculinity- Leo's sharp mind cut right through the words and saw the heart of Caleb's message, as the young intellect undoubtedly knew he would. After two years of their tip-toeing, it was crystal clear what they both wanted despite the age gap or marital status and this was Caleb's perfectly poised way of dropping the gauntlet. Leo had to play it right though - despite two years of pent up sexual frustration and tension, he needed to be smart and protect them both.

His opportunity finally presented itself one Friday; it was the last practice of the week and The Lion King had a reputation for making that his most excruciating practice yet as he liked to get as much out of his players as possible as, in his words, "they had an entire weekend to recover" - it also meant a lot of them were too sore or tired to get up to typical teenage nonsense over the weekend, but he never revealed that part of his plan. It wasn't unusual for Caleb to join him after the cheer team got done with their practice as they usually finished in half the time the athletes did, their Coach having the opposite attitude and wanting to give them an earlier start to their weekend; Caleb would often stand by him and follow him around, chatting blissfully while he would emphatically yell and command his players- his hot-blooded, alpha nature poking it's head out. Caleb had even started holding a towel and water bottle just for the Coach, tending to him after he'd ripped into his guys and had them running scrims like their lives depended on it. Nobody ever questioned it - not only because nobody dared ever question Coach - but also because Caleb so naturally fit into the role of a subservient to Leo that it didn't even stick out to anybody.

Gunner knew Caleb would wait for the last of his guys to leave before he showered - how could he not, he was the putz that had to lock up the place at the end so he knew well who was more often-than-not the last to leave. He continued his duties as normal, the boys filing in and out of his office while they all showered and changed, gathering whatever they needed; chatting about schedules, practice routines, permission slips, notes for parents, orders for uniforms, making small talk- completely nothing out of the ordinary. That was key to his plan, everything needed to seem so normal that not a single person would notice anything. When the second to last left, he followed him all the way to the parking lot, shooting the breeze and chatting away before sending the kid off with a smile, nod and wave and returning to the locker room.

He closed the doors, knowing full well one other person was there, and locked them. He turned the lights off except for the one in his office and the one over the showers- dimming everything down a bit. It was quiet, peaceful - the bustle of the school completely gone. Walking to his office, which was just past the showers and out of sight - the massive, muscular coach undressed, stripping completely down before re-entering the main locker room area and padding to the showers. He watched - like a hunter stalking it's prey - he took in the sight of Caleb's bare torso, raking his teeth over his juicy lower lip noting how perfect and porcelain ever inch of the other's skin was. He felt that familiar feeling start again - that carnal heat that he felt whenever he thought about Caleb - it was a kind of horniness unlike any he'd ever felt before and he tried not to let himself get carried away in the realization that today might finally be the day where he not only ended his dry spell but also finally got to scratch his two year itch with the most beautiful boy he'd ever laid eyes on. He waited for the sound of running water before stepping out into the light - Caleb probably didn't even notice that the other lights were off or that he was there.

Caleb finally dropped his towel and Leo almost moaned out load. There it was- what he'd always suspected. A pussy. A perfect, delicate, pink, delicious looking pussy. There was no way a boy could emanate the kind of feminine, ethereal energy that Caleb did without having one and he'd suspected it from their very first encounter and the thought had haunted all of his dirty dreams about the other. Seeing it confirmed and in real life was everything he desired and more- but again, he had to remain calm. His cock, however, wasn't part of that plan and the monstrously huge member, adorned with two filled, juicy balls dangling from it's base, throbbed to full mast. It was a fully time job keeping a cock this size in check and being able to let it be erect without worry and with the promise of release was freeing in a new, exciting way.

Coach Gunner finally stepped out where Caleb would now be able to see him, cock leading the way as he padded towards the cheerleader. "You mind sharing, boy?" he asked in his naturally gruff, low voice, tinged with his sexy British accent, "I don't like wasting water and it looks real nice and warm over here with you ..." he said, grinning when their eyes finally met and Caleb would see right through his flirtatious white lies. "I can help you wash those hard to reach places ..." he continued, stepping into Caleb's personal space, his cock so big and so hard that it now rubbed against the teenager and water began to cascade down his body which looked like it was carved by the same Ancient Grecians in Caleb's paper, "And you could ... help me in return .. yeah?" he spoke in a way that Caleb would have never heard before, his voice was dark, slow and intimate, his eyes burning into the taboo youth's, "I've been thinking a lot about that paper of yours. Maybe you could explain to me in some more detail what exactly you think life looked like in Ancient Greece ... you could even demonstrate it for me ..."

[pinkbussycunt]

Caleb was such a little fem boy. He had such an effeminate built, and all of his soap and hygiene products were pink and feminine in nature. Even the towel wrapped around his body was a baby pink. The boy looked absolutely adorable. No wonder he had to shower alone. The other boys would have too much fun tossing him around, but that wasn't the reason.

Now that he was alone, the young man took the soft towel off his flesh, exposing his secret. Caleb had a pussy—it was the most beautiful shade of virginal pink. This explained why Caleb needed to be kept apart from the other boys. Making his way towards the shower, Caleb walked with such an effeminate strut. Despite his beautiful vagina, the boy also had an equally voluptuous pink ass. It jiggled when he walked. The boy had no idea he was putting on a show.

Stepping into the showers, Caleb stood under the faucet, where he allowed himself to be drenched under the warm water. Many thoughts were rushing through his head, and they were all about Mr. G—how he commanded the football field, how his alpha male energy put all the boys in check, how he’d alway catch the older man looking at him from the corner of his eye, and most importantly, how good his educator smelled after a grueling Friday afternoon practice.

Coach G was a sweater, and whenever his body tried to cool itself off, the most incredible smell enflared the eighteen year old’s nostrils. He loved it. The boy would spend so many nights masturbating to that powerful smell. Caleb should be thinking about boys his own age, he had plenty of offers, but he wasn’t interested. Little Caleb had his eyes and heart set on the lion king.

As he lathered himself in his body wash, the effeminine young man noticed the lights began to dim. The janitor must have left and not known that he was still in the showers. He didn’t mind, it gave him some time to linger on his thoughts about his history teacher, all while his soft fingers began to explore the cavern between his legs—at least that’s what he would have done. Suddenly, the boy heard footsteps. He realized he wasn't alone. Caleb was a little anxious at first, until a certain someone decided to join him in the showers.

“ H….Hey Coach,” Caleb said with surprise in his voice. Was he dreaming? Was the hot water starting to mess with his head? Was this just a figment of his imagination. No, it wasn’t. Coach Gunner was standing right in front of him, and he was completely naked.

His physical physique towered over the young man. His incredible muscular form glistened in the hot water. Those piercing greyish blue hues captivated the male cheer leader, but what really caught the young man’s attention was the older man’s gargantuan shaft and equally impressive balls. The softest traces of sweat still lingered on his body. This could only mean one thing—Caleb’s wasn’t the only one feeling this way, and his feelings were very much mutual.

Caleb wanted to reply, but he couldn’t. He was lost in the fact that the fantasy that heavily occupied his mind had actually become a reality. The boy knew it was a reality when he felt that monstrous shaft poking his bubble shaped butt. With a gentle grip, Caleb took a hold of that incredible shaft and gently began to stroke it his with his soft and affectionate touch.

“ I could tell you……..but I’d rather show you.”

With that, the captain of the cheerleaders got on his knees. He was now face to face with that beast of a manhood. It could have poked his eye out. Looking up into those incredible eyes, Caleb gave his coach a playful wink as he slowly took that girthy shaft into his mouth, all while effeminate moans escaped his lips.

[pinkbussycunt]

Taboo: Caleb/Leo

@alphastoworship

Caleb was your typical high school senior—well, almost. Just shy of five-foot-eight and freshly eighteen, he had deep auburn hair and soft, angelic features that gave him an effortless charm. His smile could light up a room, and his warmth was anything but superficial. Caleb was one of the most popular students—not because he craved attention, but because he treated everyone with genuine kindness and respect. His beauty was otherworldly, almost ethereal, with a soft, pinkish glow that seemed to follow him through the halls, casting light wherever he went. Many of his classmates admired him, wishing they could be more like Caleb. But none of them knew that the eighteen year old's life was anything but perfect.

Caleb lived in a run-down trailer park on the outskirts of town. He was the youngest son of an alcoholic and a woman who was a prostitute. His older brother was lost to addiction, and his home life was far from stable. Their mother had abandoned them years ago, leaving Caleb alone with a father who was emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive—a man who had little tolerance for his youngest son’s gentle nature and effeminate mannerisms.

Caleb had learned how to hide his scars well—both the visible ones and the ones buried deep inside. School was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of home. He threw himself into activities, anything to keep him away from the darkness he lived with. Cheerleading, gymnastics and dance were his true passions, and he excelled in all of them. As the only boy on the cheer squad, he stood out—not just for his talent, but for the way he seemed to glow when leading the crowd in a cheer. He caught the eyes of many boys, but Caleb remained uninterested. His heart belonged to someone else.

His name was Leo Gunner, though most people simply referred to him as Mr. G, Coach, Coach G or G Coach. Some students even called him “The Lion King,” a nod to his imposing presence and commanding stature. He taught history at McAdams High and was also the head coach, as well as being married to the principal. Standing tall, broad-shouldered, and exceptionally handsome, Leo had dark hair and striking blue-grey eyes. His striking tattoos on his chest and arms only enhanced his rugged good looks. Beyond his physical appearance, Leo was also highly intelligent, delivering engaging and captivating lectures on various historical events. His students loved him, but none of them loved him more than Caleb.

Caleb could not describe it, but for the past two years, there has been a connection between him and the coach. The two would eye each other in the hall, Caleb would often catch a smile or wink from him, and it always made Caleb glow a vibrant pink. Mr. G's rugged masculinity and Caleb's soft femininity always seem to compliment each other. Caleb got an A in his class, and he got extra credit for his exceptional research paper on the importance of paiderastia in ancient Greece. It was subtle, teachers and students didn't notice it, but there was something there between the two. Caleb knew it, and he knew he wasn't alone in his feelings.

It had been a long day of practice. Caleb had pushed himself, working hard on both his gymnastics and cheerleading routines. The scorching heat made everything feel more grueling, and everyone was grateful when they were finally allowed to hit the showers. Everyone except Caleb. He didn’t want to go home; he was too fascinated by watching Coach Gunner command the field with his dominant alpha male energy. At eighteen, Caleb found it utterly captivating.

Caleb was always the last to shower, a necessity due to medical reasons; he had to wait for the other boys to leave. Once alone, Caleb felt out a sigh as he began to undress. His towel, wrapped securely around his body, clung to him and his curves. His skin had an ethereal glow, exuding a sensuous feminine energy; he was totally unaware he wasn’t really alone.

[pinkbussycunt]

A powerful stinging sensation jolted all through out Caleb’s body as he proudly submitted to his alpha male boyfriend. That powerful athletic hand spanking the red head’s beautifully large ass was so primitive and erotic, Caleb couldn't help but squeal like a little bitch. He was always curious about being spanked, and now that he felt it for himself, he could say without a shadow of a doubt that he was addicted to it.

The slap wasn’t painful, but the little red head could still feel the tingling sensation on his ample ass cheek. He secretly hoped it would leave a mark. He wanted people to know that he was taken. He wanted men to know that he belonged to Blake and only Blake. The sorority boy always knew that something was there between him and the former directionless fraternity boy, but Caleb needed a man. He needed to know that Blake was ready to become one. The King of Sigma Phi Alpha gave up his old ways and became the man Caleb needed him to be. That touched the beautiful boy on such a deep level. The little auburn haired boy knew it was time to give the legendary quarterback what he had rightfully earn and deserved.

The giant of a man was built like a god; he was given the strength of one too. However, the kisses that trailed down’s Caleb’s beautiful back were so gentle and soft. The boy knew what was coming next, and the looked on his flushed face said he was ready to welcome it. Caleb wasn’t the only one ready, his two beautiful ports of entry were equally as welcoming and inviting. The quarterback had a buffet of pink flesh that was waiting for to be devoured.

“ I’m all yours, Baby.” Caleb said sweetly. That’s when he felt it. Blake was starting to play with the cheerleader’s hole. The man knew how to eat. It was firm and assertive, but gentle all at the same time. Grabbing onto the silk sheets for support, Caleb bit his bottom lip, trying to hold in his moans, but then, Blake went further south and found the port of entrance that he was longing for for the past six months. “ Oh God,” Caleb squealed. The quarterback ate the vaginal folds and opening like a carnal man drive by hunger, and it was incredible, clearly evident by the sounds of Caleb’s sensuous moans and soft effeminine squeals.

The athlete really knew how to eat, and he also knew how to kiss. Being lifted off his elbows and knees, Caleb found himself locked in a powerful kiss with his boyfriend. This particular one was passionate and affectionate. Lifting his arm up, Caleb took a hold of Blake's head, enjoying their kiss while playing with those black curls. As they embraced, the auburn haired boy could feel the athlete’s manhood pulsating between his legs. The lips of his pussy coat the giant’s shaft with it’s own juices. They were ready to become one. Caleb loved when Blake talked like that. So primitive and animalistic, but passionate and feral. It was such an arrousal to the little fem boy. Hearing what his boyfriend had to say, Caleb replied. “ I’m all yours, baby……..Make me yours.”

That’s when it happened. Holding onto the hand that caressed his man boob, Caleb felt it. He felt a massive foreign entity excavating the insides of his vagina canal. It was so big and so strong, Caleb couldn’t help but squeal like the bitch that he was. “ Oh baby,” he said in his adorable fem boy voice. “ OH MY GOD!!!!!” And with that, Blake’s manhood was buried it’s self deep inside the dark red head’s vaginal cavern. The walls of his vagina wrapped themselves tightly around the quarterback’s manhood. It was undeniable proof that Blake was a virgin, well least he was. In this sensuous, erotic and beautiful moment, Caleb and Blake had officially become one.

[alphastoworship]

Blake had never felt anything like what he felt in this moment. Caleb's soft lips against his, kissing him longingly, their slow burning and ever growing love present even in the hottest moments. Then those nimble, delicate fingers in his hair, holding onto him, the entirety of the smaller boy's body pressed against his much larger, muscular and masculine frame clearly displaying their size difference and how much their bodies had been yearning to be together like this. Then, arguably his favorite part ... Caleb's cunt. Blake had been dreaming about what it would be like when he finally deflowered his virginal Princess. He remembered the day they'd met, Caleb was the first boy he'd ever even thought of as 'pretty', and then learning the reasons the other was in a sorority plus the other being a virgin had his primal instincts activating and telling him then and there that Caleb was the one. Something deep inside his alpha intuition told him that he needed to claim Caleb's pussy no matter what it took. And so, as the young omega steered him to making better choices, the powerful jock had let him. The more time they were together the more Blake felt his instincts were confirmed that Caleb was meant to be his - and now, being balls deep inside Caleb, the alpha knew that this was his one and only; this was his wife.

Listening to Caleb scream, squeal, moan and gasp was music to the muscular man's ears and he kissed and softly bit at the smaller boy's neck as he called him every dirty name in the book. He'd never really spoken like this to Caleb before but it just all naturally came out now. He only gave Caleb a few moments to adjust to the entirety of his length before he started moving his hips once more, beginning to pump his length in and out of the other's hole which only seemed to get more slick with each movement he made. One of his hands found it's way to Caleb's clit and he started to massage it firmly in time with his increasing thrusts. "I knew this pussy was gonna be worth it. Fuck, you're so tight and wet," he growled softly, pounding Caleb a little harder to punctuate the sentence. "Who does this pussy belong to?" he asked firmly, "I wanna hear you fucking say it."

If he were a lesser man, after going without release for months, he might've reached his end then and there- but Blake was no ordinary jock with ordinary genetics. He was made to dominate the sports field and the bedroom. He couldn't wait for Caleb to realize just how much seed he had stored in his massive, low swinging balls. But before Caleb would get the gift of being so over-filled with premium, alpha cum- much like Blake had to earn Caleb's pussy, Caleb would have to earn Blake's cum. He was fucking his smaller lover in earnest now- his hips lightly slamming into Caleb's, his monstrous, horse-like length pounding the other without mercy and the sound of his balls and pelvis slapping against the other's ample ass filled the room. "How badly do you want me to cum in you, baby girl?" he asked breathily into the red head's ear, "How much do you wanna feel Daddy's seed in your guts and running down your legs?" he grinned, "Too late to act prim and proper now- you're nothing but my personal whore- just a hot, wet fuckhole for me to use," the hand that wasn't still rubbing Caleb's clit stayed playing with the sensitive nubs of his lover's nipples and he once again guided Caleb's face upward so he could lean down and kiss the other wantonly over his shoulder.

After they'd kissed passionately for a while, Blake guided Caleb's body firmly forward, forcing him onto his stomach on the bed and spreading his legs even more, making sure that his cock never fully left the confines of the other's cunt. He towered over the small boy and now began to fuck into him aggressively- pounding the other's small frame into the bed and his massive length reaching even further depths of the other's body. "Fuuuuck, this is what I've been dreaming about ..." he moaned, pinning Caleb down as he used him like a whore, "Never wanna stop pounding this pussy."

[pinkbussycunt]

Caleb came to his university to escape the horrors of his home. He came to this university to be himself. He never expected to find love, well, love found him. Caleb and Blake shared a connection that was as old and primal as nature itself. They connected on such a deep and powerful level, and their relationship was mutually beneficial. Caleb helped Blake embrace masculinity and Blake helped Caleb discover his femininity. They helped and cared for each other. It was only natural that they would eventually fall in love.

Finding himself on all fours, completely naked and drenched in sweat, Caleb could not control the moans that escaped his lips as Blake burrowed his manhood deep inside the effeminate boy. Caleb screams and moans were not manly; they were feminine in nature, and as the jock played with the boy’s clit, Caleb sounded even more like a girl. “ I belong to you. Baby,” he said as that incredible shaft spread him wide open. Caleb was a pretty boy, but in this moment, he was absolutely radiant.

Now finding himself on his stomach, the boy lifted his beautiful bubble butt high into the air. He allowed his boyfriend complete and unrestricted access to his beautiful pink cunt. It was wet and tight, well, not tight anymore. Blake had a manhood that was equivalent to a horse, and this girthy member did a very good job at spreading Caleb wide open. It was so big, it reached the boy’s cervix. The plowing and thrusting felt so good. He could not control the girly moans or squeals that came out of him. When Blake asked him a question, the boy spoke in an effeminate voice. “ PLEASE GIVE IT TO BABY….PLEASE PUT YOUR SEED INSIDE ME.”

[pinkbussycunt]

That enormous piece of manhood burrowed itself deep into the boy that laid beneath this giant of a man. The shaft explored the depths of Caleb’s vaginal canal. It went so deep, the auburn-haired young man could feel it in the pit of his stomach. “DADDY……..OH MY GOD, DADDY!!! YES!!!!!!!” Caleb moaned and squealed like the submissive pussy little faggot that he was. The foreign entity was so big and so girthy, it spread Caleb’s tight little vaginal walls wide open. It was a slow process, but with each slow and powerful thrust, Caleb’s opening slowly began to bloom for the manhood that had claimed this territory for it’s own.

Each thrust was incredible. Feeling that incredibly muscular physique thrust itself into him, Caleb never felt anything like it. There were no words to describe what he was experiencing, but it was written all over his adorable face. His hazel green eyes had rolled into the back of his head, his mouth was wide open, little Caleb was making the sexiest of sounds, allowing that beautiful music to bounce off the walls. He had no idea what was coming next. Before he knew it, Adam was starting to pick up the pace. The man ploughed into his son like he was a wild animal. He ploughed with such intensity, the bed frame was starting to crack beneath them. That powerful manhood was thrusting itself so deep and so fast, it was slamming itself right up against Caleb’s cervix, causing little Caleb to feel a pleasure his young mind simply could not comprehend.

This wasn’t the man Caleb knew. The boy got a good look of the man who was ramming himself into his opening. Caleb’s father was a gentle giant; he guided and protected little Caleb at all costs. This man was someone different all entirely. He was a wild animal, and he ploughed like one. He looked like an animal that would kill anyone who tried to take his boy away from him, it was soooo hot. This was a new side of his Daddy Caleb never knew existed, so he laid there, submitting himself completely, and allowed the behemoth of a man to do what all men instinctively know how to do. The beautiful boy rewarded this feral side of his father with an onslaught of kisses.

Caleb watched intently as the man on top of him suddenly became endrenched in rivers of sweat. The boy beneath this primal man was soaking the bed sheets beneath him. This coated the room in the most primal and feral of musks. The room reaked of sweat and pheremones. It was quite pungent. Caleb had never smelled anything like it, and he couldn't get enough of it.

That's when the boy felt a sudden change in setting. He was lying on the bed, but then he was being carried to a neighboring wall. There the plowing continued, and Caleb hung onto his enormous daddy for dear life. There was such a massive difference in size between the two. If it weren't for Caleb's tiny arms and legs wrapping themselves around the man who made him, the boy could easily go unnoticed. As the animalistic thrusting and plowing continued, Caleb's continued to moan and squeal like the little bitch that he was. Even his own father was starting to notice, and that drove little Caleb crazy.

" YES!!!!!" Caleb said in an effeminate, high pitched squeal. His once tight and compact little vagina had been spread wide open, thanks to the enormous manhood that had invaded it. The pleasure the boy felt was mind boggling. His brains were being scrambled from the euphoria he was experiencing. Holding onto the giant of a man, Caleb's moans slowly became in-sync with his father's thrusts; his squeals were so loud, and Caleb didn't bother trying to keep quiet. " THAT'S ALL I WANT, I WANNA BE YOUR WIFEY, DADDY. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!!!!" His moans turned into powerful screams as his vagina began to excrete fluids. He felt like he was about to explode. Little Caleb was about to experience his first orgasm.

" DADDY.......I....I THINK I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!"

[alphastoworship]

"I don't think I've ever been more proud of you, baby," Adam smirked as Caleb continued to fall apart at his own hand, his boyish son made into a feminine submissive by his own cock. Even the tenor of Caleb's voice seemed to lapse into a more effeminate tone that only caused his father to fuck him even harder, as if activating something inside the older man that made his body need to breed. Nobody had ever gotten this loud with him in the bedroom, the only time his lover's had raised their voices was when they told him to slow down or to stop.

"You're all mine, baby," the policeman growled, capturing his son's lips in a hungry kiss as he fucked the life both into and out of him. Caleb was seemingly everything his father had ever craved in a lover, naturally did everything that Adam had dreamed someone do. Adam moved his son once more, this time returning him to the bed, though he stayed standing, holding Caleb's ass and legs in place as he fucked his son like he'd never fucked anyone before. "Come for Daddy," he said in a husky voice, licking his lips, "I want you to look at my and I want you to scream 'Daddy' when you do," he instructed. It would be the final seal that inaugurated the other as more than just his son from now on. Everything had already changed between them, but once they made each other come, once they shared the peak of their pleasure together, it would be official.

As Adam fucked his son's cunt, feeling it pouring with slick and tighter, warmer and more incredible feeling than any pussy he'd ever experienced, he felt a different side of himself come out. Something more feral and animalistic, "Such a submissive little bitch for your Daddy's cock," he growled, "This pussy's so fucking good, baby ... Just like your father, got a body made to fuck," he had never spoken like this to his precious, innocent and soft boy, but that wasn't who he was with right now and Caleb wasn't with his gentle giant father; they were both versions of themselves that had gone hidden and lonely for far too long, "Scream my name when you come ... I want the neighbors to be able to hear my new wife."

[pinkbussycunt]

Caleb hung onto Adam for dear life as the giant did what all men were biologically programmed to do. His father’s manhood was so thick and so big, it made little Caleb squeal like the bitch he was always meant to be. As his father talked to him in this perverted tone of voice, Caleb couldn’t reply. All he could do was scream and squeal in a high pitched effemine tone that gracefully bounced off the walls. He replied by giving his father fiery, passionate, percerted kisses.

Caleb soon found himself back on the bed. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t get enough of this feral man plowing inside of him. Laying on his back, the boy watched in wonder as the man who brought him into this world taught him how to fuck. This was a magical experience, for both of them. The little auburned haired boy had always wanted to explore himself with his daddy like this. For a long time he was ashamed, thinking it was wrong, but Adam clearly wanted this as bad as Caleb. They didn’t have to hide from each other. They could finally be open and explore their bodies together, proudly and without shame.

Holding onto his bedsheets, Caleb could feel his eye balls rolling into the back of his head. The pleasure he felt was so immense, he started to foam at the mouth. The boy’s left leg was starting to tremble. Feeling that enormous and powerful shaft fill him up and spread him wide open, Caleb had reach his breaking point. His father’s dick was stimulating his cervix. That’s when Caleb snapped. Holding onto the sweat stained bed sheets like an anchor, the boy let out a powerful effemininate scream. It bounced off the walls. “ DADDY I’M CUMMING!!!! DADDY I’M CUMMING!!!!DADDY!!!!!!!!!” Caleb said like the soft fem boy that he was. He’s done it, he finally orgasmed. In one powerful gushing onslaught, little Caleb squirted all over the place. He couldn't control his effeminate moans and squeals. He could not wipe that sex crazed grin off his pretty little face.

[pinkbussycunt]

The golden celestial entity had finally set in the west. What was once a miraculous blend of blues, golds, oranges and purples was slowly fading into a calm and mystical blanket of black. The stars began to appear, each sparkling with the luster of diamonds. These heavenly entities carried such an incredible luster in the middle of this ancient and reclusive glenn. However, nothing in the night sky was as beautiful as what was rising from the east.

Her form was immaculate, heavenly and fully figured. She radiated this other worldly rose colored hue as she slowly began to ascend to her apex. It was a full moon; a pink full moon. This was the full moon of the vernal equinox. Spring was upon them. This was no ordinary full moon. It was a super moon. It was the moon of abundance, new beginnings and fertility. Due to its fullness, color, timing and rarity, this particular moon was incredibly rare, special and very powerful to those who were influenced by its presence.

As it began it's ascension, the boy with auburn red hair and hazel green eyes could feel the power of this lunar entity surging through his flesh. The arrival of this moon fell at the coming of the boy's cyclical bloom. This was the time Caleb's body was most fertile. The time when his flesh was the most tempting and most succulent of pinks. This was the time when his scent was the most alluring and most potent. This was the time when Caleb's ancient faerie need for intimacy and connection was at its strongest. The higher that glorious moon arose, the more aroused the boy became, but he wasn't the only one influenced by this powerful cosmic force. His guardian and protector was equally as influenced.

Alcide was in the midst of a wolf's rut. The two have spent so much time together, their bodily functions have become in sync. Having spent a few seasons alone together, the boy has really come to know the great wolf. The giant was both a simple and complex man. Most days he did the things any good alpha male would do to protect his home. The nights of his rut however, a different side of Alcide came out all together. He was stronger, faster, more powerful, and it was fascinating for Caleb to watch. The way the behemoth of a wolf would hunt for food and guard their shared home always left Caleb in a state of awe. Their separate energies and shared wants and needs only deepened the bond between them, leading to this night, a night where their physical needs needed to be satisfied.

Caleb had loved Alcide since the day he was born. They played together, trained together, laughed together, ate together, and despite the horrible circumstances that brought them to this isolated solitude, they were now living together. The beautiful fae and the handsome wolf had come to share a life together. They worked well together, they complimented each other, they took care of one another. They both had jobs, and they both tended to those responsibilities, allowing them to make this once baron and unknown plot of land into a warm and loving home. They were proof that different species could peacefully live amongst each other. The love they shared for one another got them through the rough winter, where they grieved what they had lost. Now it was time for them to enjoy the abundance of spring.

The love between the wolf man and faerie boy was genuine and beautiful. What they had was no ordinary love. They were connected; intertwined. They were much more than a couple. They were partners. It was only natural that the love between them has deepened living in isolation. The way they looked at each other; It was starting to change. The way they would touch each other was no ordinary touch. The way they protected and cared for one another, it came from a love so deep, it was a shame that the two would ignore it.

Interspecies relations was an abomination. It worked against the ancient laws of nature. It had never been done before. Those thoughts lingered in the back of Caleb's mind. However, they were accompanied by the memories of Alcide glistening in a summer sweat, his powerful physique, his alpha male energy, and most importantly, his scent. Caleb could not get Alcide's scent out of his mind. It was incredibly potent, even more so on the nights of his rut and Caleb's bloom. The intensity of their bodily functions was so strong, they practically ignored each other on those nights. Alcide would tend to his hunts where he would gather enough food to last for weeks. Caleb would tend to their garden of vegetables and managed the home. The chemistry between them was maddening, especially when they slept together. They just slept besides each other, even though they both wanted more. It's simply miraculous that nothing has happened....yet.

Something has happened though. Caleb was in love, and the boy knew he was not alone in his feelings. The auburn haired fairy could feel it whenever the behemoth of a man was near him. The faerie prince knew the laws of nature, and yet, the boy also knew that times have changed. Nature has changed. Caleb and Alcide may well be the very last of their species. It was their sacred duty to continue their blood lines. With the light of the pink super moon coating the boy in the most beautiful rose colored glow, Caleb was ready to usher in an era of great change. It was time for Faerie and Wolf to consummate this new aged union. With the love pulsating between them, this was the natural next step for their special relationship. All his life, Caleb had Alcide's love. The wolf king gave the boy the love of a father, the love of a leader, the love of a fellow survivor, And the love of a partner. Caleb needed a different kind of love now; the boy wanted and needed the love of a man, and as he stared into those once brown now golden shifted hues, Caleb knew that Alcide was the only man for him.

As the giant leaned into the faerie's warm touch, Caleb let his free hand caress Alcide's muscular physique. He started to breathe heavily. He could no longer hide his wants or needs. He didn't want to hide them anymore. " I'm ready." He said in the sweetest and most loving of voices. " I'm ready to be claimed.....by you. Only you. It's always been you. I want you to have me. " Taking the giant's hand, the young faerie led the werewolf deep into the forest. In the depths of woods was a beautiful field of flowers. It was perfectly aligned under the light of the spring moon. Feeling himself loose control, the boy let his loin cloth slip off his silky soft flesh, exposing his gorgeous body, including his smooth and immaculate pink vagina. It was virginal; It was ready to be claimed.

" All I ever wanted in life was to be your bitch. ......I'm ready for you to make me your bitch.....Ali."

[alphastoworship]

Alcide felt that familiar warmth, like a fire crackling to life, inside of him, like his soul was a collection of cinders catching light as the wolf embedded within him began to rise. His eyes began to glow now, like two golden lanterns ablaze in a fierce night, piercing into the other's unwavering gaze. He looked into the only eyes that never held fear when they looked at him, the eyes that always looked at him with kindness and love ... and now looked at him in a new, unashamed way; with determination and lust. His skin tingled everywhere Caleb touched- it was not the first time the other had touched him or that he'd held the smaller boy, but this time felt completely new, there was something different happening between them that neither had allowed before now. The first two words the beautiful fae spoke were enough to elicit an obvious physiological reaction from Alcide- his ears perked and his eyes widened as every muscle in his body tensed and he looked to the other with great expectation.

"Claimed ... by you. Only you."

Alcide had never heard sweeter words, the powerful Alpha had also never felt what he did when the other spoke them. It was something deeply primal and ancient, something powerful and animalistic- it was true that in the magical world there were few things stronger than that of a wolf and his mate. The fact that Alcide's mate-to-be was an equally powerful supernatural creature seemed to only heighten the intensity of that union. While the world seemed so against inter-species breeding, it made perfect sense that the two of them; pure bloods and noble lineages of each of their races were destined to be together. The behemoth allowed the other to lead them into the forest, ever alert to their surroundings yet completely focused on the other; on his look, his smell, his feel and his image. They reached a beautiful meadow, still well within the confines of their combined powerful protection magic; the ground was soft and lush and the moonlight poured over it, making the flowers almost seem to glow in a bioluminescent dance of light. Alcide could not keep his eyes from lowering and drinking in Caleb's body as the other disrobed in front of him and there it was; that which he had longed for, for so long ... pink, soft and delicate ...

Alcide looked back up at Caleb's elvish features as he spoke again; for a moment he considered reminding the other of the power of those words - of what this truly meant. But one look was all it took to know the other knew full well- he had raised and taught him vigorously on supernatural beings among many, many other trainings and life lessons. This was it, destiny had now played her hand and Alcide would wait or doubt no longer. With a mighty roar up to the sky, the king of wolves transformed into his true form- not fully wolf and not fully human, but an even larger, more powerful hybrid of both. The roar turned into a booming howl as his snout began to protund, his fangs elongate and his skin covered in fur. This was a form only shown in the most sacred of times; such as an epic battle, or a primal ritual - or, in this case, a mating. His jeans ripped as though they were made of paper as his haunches grew and his feet began paws and his hands turned to claws. If Caleb had thought he was big as a human; he was double the size as a wolf. Alcide was even more muscular and powerful in this form, more than any other werewolf would be, due to his nature as an Alpha and his heritage.

Once transformed, the wolf looked to Caleb, who looked even smaller, yet more beautiful. The sight of Alcide was breathtaking and he now approached Caleb- each paw heavily thudding the ground. At the center of this monstrous being was, what you'd expect, an equally monstrous cock - the only surprising thing would be that it was almost the same size as Alcide's in human form, if only a bit larger and with a large bump for where his knot would form. The closer he got to Caleb, the more the smell of the other's juicy cunt filled his nostrils and that longing look on his face bore into Alcide's mind and by the time the wolf was in reach of Caleb, his cock was undeniably hard and throbbing. The beast them swooped in and picked Caleb up in his arms, holding him securely and letting out another echoing howl as he wrapped the small boy's legs around his waist, his hefty cock lining up to the other's entrance and he began to push himself into one of, if not the sweetest, most delicate cunt in recent supernatural history- one that had been waiting to receive only him.

[pinkbussycunt]

There the prince stood, clothed only in the soft warmth of his rose-tinted bare skin, the light of the blush-colored moon and the glow of nearby flowers casting an ethereal radiance upon him. The boy was a fae, perfectly at home in his natural element, poised to embrace the full power of his bloom. Many of his fae kin longed to witness Caleb in all his blossoming, but the young prince had chosen to share this sacred moment of vulnerability with the man standing before him.

It was inevitable that it would come to this; the seeds had been sown from the very beginning. From the moment the auburn-haired faerie came into this world, Alcide was right there beside him—his guardian, his shield, his protector against the horrors that sought to destroy their races. At first, their love was simple: the bond between father and son, king and prince, guardian and the one he'd sworn to protect. Yet, as they weathered the trials and tribulations of life together, their connection only grew stronger. Over time, that once-familiar bond had shifted, transforming into something much deeper—something neither of them could continue to deny.

Beneath the radiant rose colored glow of this supermoon, little Caleb stood, his faerie form illuminated in all its ethereal beauty. He was the very image of physical perfection—both adorable and mesmerizing. He had long awaited this moment, knowing deep down that the moon’s light would guide them as they finally embraced what had been quietly blossoming between them. The boy understood the weight of his words—their power to bind him and the man in front of him. He would not speak them unless he truly meant them. The auburn-haired faerie knew exactly what he was doing. His words were deliberate, and he was prepared to face whatever consequences they might bring.

The faerie was taken aback by that powerful roar. He knew Alcide well—every nuance of his voice, every growl—but this was unlike anything he had ever heard. He had memorized all of Alcide’s howls; from the low rumbling warning, to the deep and commanding howl of battle. This one was different. It carried a force, a raw intensity, that Caleb had never encountered before. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a declaration, something ancient and primal, and it took little Caleb’s breath away.

Then, right before his eyes, the faerie’s guardian began to change, something the werewolf had never done in front of Caleb before. Alcide may have been the king of the werewolves, but Caleb had never seen him in his true form—until now. What now stood before the boy was a breathtaking sight, a perfect fusion of both man and wolf. Towering and immense, Alcide’s powerful physique left little Caleb in awe, his mouth slightly agape at the sheer presence of the transformed beast. What really caught the faerie’s attention was the enormous manhood that dangled proudly between the king’s legs. Caleb was no stranger to seeing Alcide’s incredible shaft, but the sight of it in it’s powerful werewolf form was both foreign and intriguing all at once. The faerie boy was so captivated, he couldn't take his eyes off of it.

The boy stood his ground as the beast of a man started to approach him. Caleb was not afraid. In fact, his was aroused. He had been dreaming of this moment for a long time, and he was ready to submit and give himself completely the behemoth in front of him. The faerie with auburn hair could not take his eyes off that monstrous shaft. It was enormous and carried incredible girth. Just looking at it was enough to make his vagina open up; it was moist and ready for the taking.

There was barely any space left between the faerie and werewolf; the difference in size and strength between them was staggering. Caleb felt himself being lifted up into the air. The monstrous king of wolves had such a powerful grip, and yet, it was if Alcide was cradling little Caleb. He was so tiny compared to beast that was carrying him. The werewolf's hands were so strong, but they were so warm, and his black fur was so soft to the touch. He could feel the giant aligning his masculinity with Caleb's femininity—that foreign shaft was monstrous in size when compared to the opening it was preparing to explore. The black wolf let out a powerful roar, and with that, it pushed it's god like manhood into Caleb's faerie vagina with a monstrous ferocity. Caleb had no words to describe what he felt—his hazel colored eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as the boy let out a powerful and effeminate scream.

[pinkbussycunt]

Magic: Caleb/Sylas

@alphastoworship

Heat. Sweat. Moans. All three were present in the room of Caleb Anderson. Deep in the woods of Danvers, Massachusetts, entrapped in a tiny room in a run down mobile home, the boy with auburn red hair, hazel green eyes and a cherub baby face found himself lost in his dreams. It's been happening for months now. They started as inappropriate day dreams while in church. Now the young man is having the most immersive dreams he’s ever experienced: sensuous and erotic fantasies that were starting to tamper with the young man’s deepest subconscious.

Caleb was born into a long line of pastors in the most publicized and controversial baptist church in all of Massachusetts; the Beacon of Truth Baptist Ministry. Founded during the hysteria of the infamous witch trials, the goal of the church was simple; to cleanse the world of all wickedness and impurities. They fought to change Salem’s historic name to Danvers, to purify and cleanse the town of it’s ungodly past. Now they were determined to spread their ideology into schools and local government. On a surface level, many would assumed that they were like any other church. In reality, their congregation was made up mostly of in bred cousins and other distant relatives, determined to spread what they believed to be the gospel truth. Every Sunday, they would be served a sermon of bigotry, hatred and intolerance. Being the son of the pastor and leader of the Church, Caleb had been fed this rhetoric for as long as he could remember, and he has lived in fear because of it.

Caleb was the son of the church’s most devout pastor in the ministry’s history. The boy had a lot of pressure to live up to the church’s expectations. He couldn’t live up to any of them. First and foremost, Caleb was gay. The boy had the miraculous gift of suppression. He had successfully concealed his homosexuality from his church. If he wasn't fighting off his innermost fear of damnation, he was suppressing his deep and carnal needs for intimacy and connection…….with a man. All his life, Caleb dreamed about lying with men, submitting to a man, making love with a man, but whenever those thoughts came along, Caleb’s dad was always happy to read from Leviticus. Caleb may be able to hide it from the church, but he couldn’t hide it from his father.

Pastor William Anderson was known for his particular hatred towards homosexuality. He was publicized all over the world because of it, and no one was spared his vicious rhetoric, not even his own son. He knew his son was gay. He’s always known, and he made sure his son knew it. Whenever they were at home, the terrifying man would save his most hateful and hideous sermons for his son. These tyraids were just for Caleb, and his father made sure he used the ugliest words he could muster; faggot, queer, fairy boy, sissy boy, and worse. Caleb has lived with these verbal onslaughts for years. They riddled him with fear. He had no idea that he was being abused.

The religion he was born into laced him with fear, and his father only made it worse. Whenever it became too much, Caleb would always escape into nature. That’s where he felt the most safe. He felt comforted by the trees and soothed by the river, but he had to make sure to keep that to himself. His father would not like what his son was doing. Pastor Anderson had no idea, but due to his horrible ideology and abusive tendencies, Caleb did not align himself with the church’s teachings and values. The boy felt his heart was somewhere else. It was one of, if not his darkest secret.

Caleb was surrounded by hatred and fear in his father’s church, but in nature, he knew peace. If the wind hit his ears just right, he could literally hear the flowers singing. The dark red head found himself connecting with the essence of nature, itself. More importantly, when the young man learned about the horrors of Salem, the boy felt connected to those men and women. He somehow felt drawn to them, like they were calling out to him, but little Caleb could never say these things out loud; if there was one thing Pastor Anderson hated more than homosexuals, it was witches.

Thou shall not suffer a Witch to live.

Many Sundays Pastor Anderson spent his hour preaching how these sinner’s carnal need for flesh and forsaken knowledge of occult like debauchery would unleash the wrath of god. The one Pastor Anderson hated the most was the leader of this Covenant. The baptist minister often called this shape of a man the devil incarnate. Other times he would deem the ungodly man the antichrist in the flesh. His name was Sylas Thornhart. Pastor Anderson warned his congregation of the evils this man was capable of, and he encouraged his flock that their mission was to fight against this anti christ and his heard of godless whores. Caleb had heard the stories about this man many times. The boy felt great fear whenever he heard that name, but also felt something else………..curiosity.

All his life, Caleb was taught to condemn and dispise those who denounced the holy trinity. These people should be no different, and yet, deep down, in his heart of hearts, Caleb could not bring himself to do it. For one reason or another, the dark red head felt a sort of……kinship with these people. The boy knew this kind of curiosity could lead to trouble, but he simply

could not help himself. If he was going to hate them so much, he was determined to know more about them.

One Sunday afternoon, Caleb was to lead his youth group out of traditional and conventional Danvers and lead them into the very heart of the devil’s playground, Salem Town. They were all on a mission to spread the gospel of their church and convert those who were looking for salvation. Unlike his father, Caleb spoke to so many lost souls with kindness and compassion. However, he himself was lost and needed guidance. Leading his youth group, he ordered them to spread out and spend the afternoon with these lost souls. While they did the lord’s work, Caleb immersed himself completely in the hedonism of Salem Town, desperately trying to find the answers he was looking for.

Salem Town was an ungodly place. No churches, just pubs, bars and clubs; all aiming to turn a man away from god. The town’s obsession with the pagan holiday, Halloween, was blasphemous. Trick or treaters, costumes and candy galore. Caleb had never seen anything like it. The boy found it……..interesting. Walking the streets and taking in all the sights, one particular store caught his attention; Weeping Willow Scrolls,Remedies and Relics. It was a moderately sized building, and it had the most magical aura surrounding it. Caleb was taught and trained to fight and resist temptation, but he simply couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to it, and he gave into his base urges.

Taking off the church’s name tag and making sure no one was watching, Caleb concealed himself with his hoodie and made his way inside the building. Taking his first steps inside, the boy was overwhelmed by what he saw. First thing that hit him was the smell. The establishment smelled like the forest itself. This place was an apothecary. Well, at least a third of it. The first half of the store was covered with the most beautiful array of flowers, plants and herbs for sale. Taking his time, Caleb scanned all the greenery this store had to offer. Some were common plants found in the woods. Others were rare specimens the young man had never even seen before. It was all so fascinating.

Making his way deeper into the shop, Caleb made sure to nod and say hello to the store clerk. Loosing himself by what was around him, Caleb now found himself surrounded by the most beautiful amulets and ancient relics he had ever seen. It was like traveling back in time. Trying not to touch, the red head was simply overwhelmed by intrigue and fascination, but the best was yet to come.

Deep within this magical and cozy little establishment was a small little library of books. Not modern paperbacks, ancient looking literature that harbors all sorts of knowledge on the occult. There was a book for potion making, a book on supernatural creatures and many different books about magic. It was as if the young man had found the garden of Eden, a place where he could finally let go and be himself. He had finally found a place where his interests were celebrated, and for the first time ever, Caleb finally felt like he belonged. Overwhelmed by his curiosity, the young man scanned the book shelves. One particular book was calling out to him. It was a rather old and ancient looking book. Bound in black leather, it was laced with gold lettering; The Arcane Amora; The Ancient Codex for the Union of Men.

The hardcover was thick and heavy. It had the wonderful smell of old parchment and ink. Caleb felt as if he was being magnetically drawn to this book. Feeling it in his hands, the boy double checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking. The coast was clear, so he gently opened the ancient book. In a matter of seconds, the young church boy’s face was a fiery red. He was reading a sex book. Not just any sex book, a gay sex book, with immense detail of all known positions, along with beautiful illustrations. Caleb was completely immersed. It was as if all of his longings and fantasies had been rolled into one book. The young man was so immersed, he did not look where he was going. The boy accidently bumped into someone else, causing his book and the other’s books to fall on the floor. “ Oh God, I’m so sorry. Let me help you with that. “ Making his way to the floor, Caleb helped to clean up his mess. He had no idea who he had just run into. He had no idea that his life was about to change……forever.

[alphastoworship]

When you thought or spoke of Salem Town, often times, you would think or speak about Sylas Thornheart. The head of the town's biggest coven and arguably one of the most powerful warlocks in their history. But Sylas was no ordinary warlock at the head of any ordinary coven- Sylas was an Incubus- a demonic entity that derived it's power from sex - and his coven was one that specialized in exactly that. Known for their elaborate orgies and fantastical sexual rituals; his coven had dedicated themselves to him, feeding into his power, which in return, fed back into them and helped bring their darkest and deepest desires to life. Sylas had taken the throne from his father- a man who had sadly passed away, leaving him as the sole heir to his powers both magical and physical.

Salem had always found great joy and satisfaction as part of the sex cult, but since becoming the figurehead of it - sex had become something of a chore, something he just needed to get done in order to top-up his powers. He'd never found true fulfilment in being with multiple strangers, as hot and fun as it was, there was always a part of him longing for something more. And it seemed, in the last few months at least, that that feeling grew only stronger by the day. He'd started having vivid dreams of scenarios similar to that of his usual ritual lovemaking - but it was always with the same figure. He couldn't make out their face but they were shorter than him, brunette and smelled of vanilla, honey, lemongrass and daylight. They were beautiful- and they possessed a cunt that felt so incredible, it made him climax in his sleep while simply dreaming of it.

Being a witch, he knew well that these dreams were linked to his magick in some kind of way. Whether they were premonition, warning or metaphorical - he hadn't figured that out yet. But each time he slept with someone, they never lived up to his dream lover and he found himself yearning more and more for the imaginary person. He'd spoken with counsellors and some of the magical shop owners in town and none could give him a certain answer. Every other aspect of his life flourished- his power grew exponentially as he embraced the royal, magical blood that flowed through his veins and he began work to tap into even more archaic and powerful levels of magic never before achieved in Salem Town.

Sylas was considered one of the unofficial mayors of the small, but vibrant pagan community. Everyone knew who he was and everyone treated him with respect. On this particular morning, after pulling on his signature all-black outfit, topped with thich black army boots and a classic black leather jacket, he started noticing strange signs from the moment he stepped outside his home; the first was he noticed that every flower in his garden had bloomed, even ones that had not been there before, as if wanting to look their best for some expected guest. He had needed to run one or two errands in town and he also noticed how the usual paths he would take were blocked for one reason or another - construction or a large crowd of people he didn't recognize, probably zealots from that annoying church in Danvers- the Beacon of Truth and Something Something. They were a nuisance but no real threat and most of Salem Town humored or heckled them. Some members of his own coven had running competitions to see how many of the missionaries they could corrupt. He decided to avoid them as most knew who he was and tended to be extra volatile towards him. Sylas hadn't realized it just yet but it was almost as if the universe were steering him in a particular direction for some reason.

He walked down a different but familiar street and his eyes landed on Weeping Willow's- one of his favorite shops in town, right next to his favorite café. He'd learned so much in that little store and it was also his favorite stop for quick ingredients he needed for his less complicated potions and rituals. He figured he hadn't seen old man Willow in a little while and might as well visit and grab a few things while he was in town. The closer he walked to the store, however, the more he started to notice a quickening of his pulse- it was subtle but still noticeable. He shook his head, thinking perhaps his blood sugar was low and he would need to stop by the cafe when he was done.

Then, he opened the door.

Honey. Lemongrass. Vanilla. Daylight.

The aromas hit him like a ton of bricks and his entire system lit on fire. "Sylas, m'boy!" the old pagan behind the counter greeted him warmly and loudly and he flashed the man a smile, "How's it going, Mr. Willow?" he asked, his eyes darting around the place like a shark having smelled blood in the water. If his pulse hadn't been quickening before- it certainly was now. Before the owner could respond, Sylas suddenly heard something behind him, turning in time for someone to directly collide into him, causing the items they were both holding to fall to the floor. He sighed, shaking his head at himself, having gotten so caught up in the moment that he hadn't even noticed someone trying to get passed him. "It's my fault, I didn't see-" he crouched down to pick his things up, then noticing the book the other had dropped - one he owned a first-print copy of at his home and knew all too well but then looking up at the boy and seeing his properly, it all clicked into place, "- You."

It was unmistakable, the feeling undeniable and the moment of finally getting to see the face of the person he'd been dreaming of for months was indescribable. He picked everything up, the other's book included before standing back up, he was much taller and more muscular than the other but the smaller male had a beauty unlike anything Sylas had truly beheld. Part of him had assumed his dreams had been about a woman- he preferred them and had only slept with men for the sake of ritual or magic. But the boy in front of him was a kind of pretty he didn't think possible in the male species. He felt a tingle along every one of his nerves that none of the multitude of lovers he'd had before had ever made him feel. "My name is Sylas Thornheart," he introduced, holding his hand out- not the shake the other's, but to take the feminine boy's hand and bring it up to his lips so he could bow slightly and press a delicate kiss to his knuckles; the act of someone with classic, age-old manners. "That's one of my favorites," he smiled, holding up the other's book, "I have a first edition back home, along with many other books far too rare to be found in any old shop like this," he said charmingly, "Isn't that right, Mr. Willow?" he called over his shoulder, knowing the inquisitive old man would be watching them closely. A chuckle from behind him followed with, "Yeah, boy, your family's archive collection is the kind that book lovers like me dream about," he sighed.

"Let me buy you a cup of coffee next door and then you're welcome to come over ... to take a look ... at the books ..."

[pinkbussycunt]

In that moment, time seemed to stand still between Caleb and the man who stood before him. The clerk behind the front desk was speaking, but Caleb barely registered the words; his attention was somewhere else—on someone else.

The stranger, with his dark features and equally dark hair, exuded a presence so commanding that Caleb, with his timid demeanor, auburn-redish brown hair and hazel-green eyes, he simply could not look away. It was as if he were hypnotized. And in all actuality, he was.

This mysterious man was tall, towering over Caleb, who barely reached his chest. His features were striking—warm, autumn-toned skin and perfectly styled ebony hair that accentuated his natural curls. But it was his eyes that stood out the most—they were a bottomless pit of charcoal black.

Caleb, being the innocent little church boy that he was, simply could not take his eyes off of him. No man had ever seemed as devastatingly handsome as the one before him.

What truly caught the eighteen-year-old choir boy off guard was the way he was greeted. They were both men, and Caleb’s father had always insisted that men simply shook hands—nothing more. No hug, no kind words, nothing but a shake with a firm grip. Men certainly didn’t kiss each other’s hands. If Pastor Anderson could see this, he would be horrified.

As the stranger’s soft lips brushed against the back of his hand, the softest of moans escaped the boy’s cherry pink lips. Caleb felt warmth rise to his cheeks. He was young and he was innocent, entirely unprepared for something so intimate. Whenever his father was asleep or away on business, Caleb would secretly watch romance films—the very ones his church strictly forbade. But never, not in a million years, did he imagine he would ever experience a gesture straight out of those forbidden stories.

Caleb grew up in a broken-down trailer home on the rural outskirts of Danvers, surrounded by people who dressed modestly and followed the Lord’s word to the letter. In his eighteen years, he had never met anyone like this man—well-groomed, dark-featured, strikingly handsome, and wrapped in an air of mystery.

But beyond the man’s devilish smile and smooth mannerisms, it was his scent that truly ensnared Caleb. His senses were set ablaze by the smoky richness of burned cedar and smoked oud; tempered by the raw, primal scent of dark leather and the lingering presence of vetiver. It was the very essence of masculinity—dark, untamed, and impossible to ignore. And Caleb, by his very nature, was drawn to it instinctively. Being the little lamb that he was, he found himself unable to look away.

Caleb was so mesmerized, so utterly entranced, that it took him a moment to process the man’s name. Had he heard him correctly?

Sylas Thornheart; the sudden realization struck the boy like a thunderclap. The dark features, the all commanding presence, the old-world mannerisms—it all aligned with the warnings he’d heard from his father and his church. A chill ran down his spine as the truth settled in. He was standing before his father’s greatest enemy, the very figure his church had condemned as the Antichrist incarnate.

The color drained from his face. The soft pink flush that once warmed his cheeks vanished, leaving his skin ghostly pale. His hazel eyes, which had moments ago sparkled with curiosity, now held something else entirely—fear. And beneath that, something even more dangerous. Confusion.

Caleb’s father had warned him about the man standing before him. He had heard the stories, had been taught that this man was ungodly—an affront to the Bible and all who followed its sacred teachings.

But that was the problem. Caleb wasn’t sure if his heart aligned with the Bible or with his father’s beliefs. And more than that, this so-called devil incarnate was nothing like the monster he had been led to fear above all others. The man before him wasn’t terrifying or cruel; he was charming, intriguing in a way that left Caleb very much captivated.

A quiet war waged within him, a clash of ideals that he wasn’t prepared to face. What he didn’t yet realize was that he was no longer a child bound by his father’s word. He had free will. And for the first time, it was up to him to decide what was good and what was evil.

“ C…ccc…Caleb. I’m Caleb. Caleb…Anderson.”

Caleb knew his name carried weight in these parts—and not the good kind. His father had stirred trouble here more times than he could count, leaving a legacy of hatred and resentment. And yet, Caleb himself was nothing like the man who had tarnished their name. He was gentle, passive, as unthreatening as a lamb.

He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. His family wasn’t welcome, and by all logic, neither was he. And yet, something had drawn him to this place—a force unseen, undeniable, and impossible to ignore. He hoped his presence here wouldn't cause a commotion.

Standing at an inescapable crossroads, Caleb wrestled with uncertainty. Should he follow the path carved by his father’s choices, or was it finally time to trust his own intuition?

Sylas had invited him to join him for refreshments, but an awkward tension now hung between them, and Caleb knew he was to blame. He didn’t know what to do, what to say—nervousness knotted in his chest.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt something brush against his ankles—a soft, insistent pressure. Startled, he looked down to find a cat, its fur as black as obsidian, weaving itself around his legs. Caleb was taken aback. He had never owned a pet before, nor had he ever been allowed to. They were distractions, his father had said, stealing precious time away from the Lord.

But as the small creature continued pressing against him, something unfamiliar stirred in his chest. A quiet curiosity flickered back to life in his innocent eyes and curious face.

“ Oh, whose this?”

[pinkbussycunt]

A powerful scent lingered overhead; a sweaty, pungent, musky smell that neither the man or his son beneath him could deny. Caleb's step mom hated it, she always complained about it. Not Caleb; never Caleb. The boy was infatuated with that powerful scent. To him, it struck a primitive and primal instinct deep inside of him. Whenever he took that scent into his nostrils, Caleb instantly felt safe. When that smell was in the air, he knew his daddy was near by, so while this scent may be powerful to others, it brought the auburn haired boy comfort and peace of mind.

Caleb had never seen his father like this before. He had never seen that type of facial expression on the familiar's blonde face. It was normally a protective, gentle and loving gaze that Caleb had become adjusted to. It was the face of a father. That's not what Caleb was looking at right now. In this private and intimate moment, the boy wasn't looking at his father. He was looking at a man. A big, strong, powerful man that carried a primitive and animalistic hunger in those cerulean blue eyes. His grunts and groans were equally as foreign and animal like when they hit the young man's ears. Those thrusts of ancient and carnal pleasure overpowered the formerly innocent boy. Lying beneath this powerful behemoth of a man, the boy did what his body told him to do; to submit and surrender himself completely to the needs of this man. Little Caleb had never experienced anything quite like it, and he was loving every minute of it.

Lying on those sweat drenched sheets so beautifully, the young man watched with fascination as the man who created him indulged in his carnal needs. Caleb had a difficult time explaining what he was feeling. It felt foreign and frightening at first, being penetrated by such a massive and foreign shaft. The boy did feel pain at first, but that brief moment of discomfort was a gateway for a pleasure he could not describe with words. He felt his vaginal walls widen and expand for such an impressive girth. Caleb felt as if he was being split wide open. His canal had become a passageway for his father to explore, and this exploration between father and son was........life changing.

Caleb could feel his father's massive balls slamming up against him. The older blonde with the handsome face and powerful body was plowing deep into his son, and the auburn hair boy was loving every minute of it. He spread his legs wide open, allowing Adam complete access to his venereal opening. The young man held onto his father's powerful body for support. His beautiful hazel brown eyes widen and expanded. They were dilated. He was so overcome by pleasure and euphoria, he could not speak. He didn't have to; his moans did all the talking for him.

Caleb's moans were a musical blend of boyish femininity and complete submission all rolled into one. They were bouncing off the walls. They were both sensuous and seductive. They came to a stop only when father and son shared a kiss. This wasn't a loving peck or a familiar kiss. This kiss was powerful and erotic. It was sensuous. It was perverted. It was taboo. No father and son ever shared a kiss like this before, and it seemed that neither Adam nor Caleb showed any signs of stopping anytime soon.

The boy's body was so small compared to the giant physique pressed against him. His legs hooked onto the blonde's hips as he held onto those powerful shoulders for support. The young man looked into those hungry blue eyes. They were longing for connection; real human connection. The boy knew exactly how the older of the two felt. As he naturally submitted to the powerful man, his beautiful effeminate moans bounced off the walls. They exposed Caleb for what he was; a tiny, submissive, effeminate little bitch, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Hopefully his father was willing to accept that.

As they stared deeply at one another, Caleb allowed his father to dominate his mouth and plow into his once virginal cunt. The pleasure he was feeling was going to his head, and t was written all over his face.

" Don't stop......" Caleb said softly. His sex crazed face was flushed a beautiful pink, he was loving every minute of this. " Please give it to me, Daddy. I love it......I love feeling you inside me....."

[alphastoworship]

Adam couldn't stop even if he'd wanted to. Caleb's cunt was too tight and too perfect- it was like a drug to him now. It was so wrong for him to be making love to his son but it felt so right. They fit together perfectly and the little boy's reactions mirrored his own, encouraging him to keep going- in fact, he started thrusting harder ... faster ... he was fucking Caleb like he'd never fucked anyone before. The sound of skin-on-skin filling the room along with the sounds of his bed threatening to break beneath them. "I love you so much, baby boy," he moaned in return, "Love your pussy so much ... this is Daddy's pussy ... always has been ..." he grunted as he began to fuck Caleb like an animal unleashed.

The more they fucked, the more it was clear Adam was letting himself go, more and more. He was a massive man with a massive cock and no lover had ever been able to handle that. He was used to all his previous conquests - Caleb's mother included - not being able to take all of him, or take his full strength, or have his full weight on them - there was always something they complained about or begged him not to do. Some said he smelled to strongly, or he was too rough or his beard and body hair felt uncomfortable. But, Caleb said none of those things ... no, his son embraced every part of him and seemingly wanted it all and more. It was a feeling of liberation like he'd never known and he didn't think he could love the little boy more than he already did, but he found himself now discovering that wasn't true.

They took turns kissing and moaning as they fucked and, at some point, Adam picked his soft, lithe and beautiful boy up, holding him by his legs and waist and lightly pinned him against the bedroom wall as he continued to rut his gigantic cock in and out of the other's virginial, tight, perfect and pink pussy. It was like having an itch scratched that he'd never been able to reach before; he was being satisfied in ways he'd only ever dreamed of and it was clear that his son's cunt was driving him crazy. Not only that, but the other's voice had gotten higher pitched, more feminine and soft and that only made him hotter. He couldn't help but thrust into Caleb even harder when the other made those noises.

"You sound like a submissive little bitch in heat," he finally commented, his own voice, in comparison was deep, rough and masculine and he spoke with a smirk on his face, clearly loving this side of his son, "You wanna be my little bitch, baby boy?" he asked dirtily, never having spoken to Caleb like this before, "You want Daddy to make you into a good little wife?" he asked, licking his lips, "And a good little slut, just for Daddy?"

[pinkbussycunt]

That enormous piece of manhood burrowed itself deep into the boy that laid beneath this giant of a man. The shaft explored the depths of Caleb’s vaginal canal. It went so deep, the auburn-haired young man could feel it in the pit of his stomach. “DADDY……..OH MY GOD, DADDY!!! YES!!!!!!!” Caleb moaned and squealed like the submissive pussy little faggot that he was. The foreign entity was so big and so girthy, it spread Caleb’s tight little vaginal walls wide open. It was a slow process, but with each slow and powerful thrust, Caleb’s opening slowly began to bloom for the manhood that had claimed this territory for it’s own.

Each thrust was incredible. Feeling that incredibly muscular physique thrust itself into him, Caleb never felt anything like it. There were no words to describe what he was experiencing, but it was written all over his adorable face. His hazel green eyes had rolled into the back of his head, his mouth was wide open, little Caleb was making the sexiest of sounds, allowing that beautiful music to bounce off the walls. He had no idea what was coming next. Before he knew it, Adam was starting to pick up the pace. The man ploughed into his son like he was a wild animal. He ploughed with such intensity, the bed frame was starting to crack beneath them. That powerful manhood was thrusting itself so deep and so fast, it was slamming itself right up against Caleb’s cervix, causing little Caleb to feel a pleasure his young mind simply could not comprehend.

This wasn’t the man Caleb knew. The boy got a good look of the man who was ramming himself into his opening. Caleb’s father was a gentle giant; he guided and protected little Caleb at all costs. This man was someone different all entirely. He was a wild animal, and he ploughed like one. He looked like an animal that would kill anyone who tried to take his boy away from him, it was soooo hot. This was a new side of his Daddy Caleb never knew existed, so he laid there, submitting himself completely, and allowed the behemoth of a man to do what all men instinctively know how to do. The beautiful boy rewarded this feral side of his father with an onslaught of kisses.

Caleb watched intently as the man on top of him suddenly became endrenched in rivers of sweat. The boy beneath this primal man was soaking the bed sheets beneath him. This coated the room in the most primal and feral of musks. The room reaked of sweat and pheremones. It was quite pungent. Caleb had never smelled anything like it, and he couldn't get enough of it.

That's when the boy felt a sudden change in setting. He was lying on the bed, but then he was being carried to a neighboring wall. There the plowing continued, and Caleb hung onto his enormous daddy for dear life. There was such a massive difference in size between the two. If it weren't for Caleb's tiny arms and legs wrapping themselves around the man who made him, the boy could easily go unnoticed. As the animalistic thrusting and plowing continued, Caleb's continued to moan and squeal like the little bitch that he was. Even his own father was starting to notice, and that drove little Caleb crazy.

" YES!!!!!" Caleb said in an effeminate, high pitched squeal. His once tight and compact little vagina had been spread wide open, thanks to the enormous manhood that had invaded it. The pleasure the boy felt was mind boggling. His brains were being scrambled from the euphoria he was experiencing. Holding onto the giant of a man, Caleb's moans slowly became in-sync with his father's thrusts; his squeals were so loud, and Caleb didn't bother trying to keep quiet. " THAT'S ALL I WANT, I WANNA BE YOUR WIFEY, DADDY. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!!!!" His moans turned into powerful screams as his vagina began to excrete fluids. He felt like he was about to explode. Little Caleb was about to experience his first orgasm.

" DADDY.......I....I THINK I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!"

[pinkbussycunt]

Imprint: Caleb/Alcide

@alphastoworship

When vampires revealed themselves to the world, humanity was gripped by fear. These ancient beings, long hidden in the shadows, claimed to seek peace and equality amongst humans.

It was a lie. The Vampires craved control, not harmony. No longer content to lurk in darkness, they aimed to rule openly. To quell suspicion, they introduced "True Blood," a synthetic blood substitute, insisting it would eliminate their need to hunt humans. Desperate for peace, humanity welcomed them into society, blissfully unaware of the horrors that lay in wait.

True Blood wasn’t synthetic; it was human blood, harvested from captives in hidden blood farms around the globe. These secret facilities turned people into cattle, with many disappearing without a trace. The vampires continued their hunt, reveling in it while maintaining a facade of civility.

When the truth emerged, it was too late. A global broadcast unveiled the vampires' brutality as they slaughtered a prominent human rebel on live television. The message was clear: total dominion. Any resistance was met with public executions.

Humanity had unwittingly surrendered its world. But they weren’t alone in this fight; the vampires’ war on humanity also threatened other supernatural beings long hidden from view.

Witches, torn between light and dark, were the first to take sides. Those aligned with light joined humanity to restore balance, while dark witches sided with the vampires, seduced by promises of power and chaos.

Then came the werewolves—ancient enemies of the vampires eager for a chance to wipe them out. No species hated vampires more.

Yet the vampires’ most coveted foes were the faeries. Embodying the essence of life itself, their blood was the most potent substance a vampire could consume, making them nearly unstoppable. The blood of faerie royalty was the ultimate prize, granting vampires immunity to sunlight and the ability to create powerful hybrids.

The vampires’ obsession with capturing the faerie royal family was their final gambit for domination. If they succeeded, no force on Earth could withstand them. The balance of nature was thrown into chaos, and the supernatural world teetered on the brink of collapse.

King Oberon, ruler of the faeries, recognized that while his people were the most powerful, they were also physically fragile. To protect them, he sought the help of the werewolves, known for their unmatched strength. He approached Alcide Herveaux, the most powerful alpha, and proposed an alliance: protection for the faeries in exchange for an endless supply of faerie magic for the wolves.

As part of this pact, King Oberon made a personal request: Alcide would personally guard his newborn son and heir, Prince Caleb. The infant was breathtaking, with dark red hair and adorable dimples. More importantly, he carried the cradle of life within him—the rare ability to bear the next generation of faeries. His deep brown eyes seemed to pierce Alcide’s very soul, forging an incredible, unimaginable and unbreakable bond between them.

The alliance between faeries and wolves was more than just political; it became a symbiotic relationship. They established a colony where faeries and wolves coexisted, protecting one another. The wolves defended the faeries, while the faeries shielded the wolves with their magic.

Alcide was entrusted with the most important task of protecting Prince Caleb. Baby faeries aged rapidly, and within a month, Caleb had transformed into a striking young man with auburn red hair and earthy eyes that always sought out his giant protector. The two became inseparable—training, eating, sleeping, and playing together.

With each passing day, their bond deepened, evolving into something much more than duty or friendship. For Caleb, it was a magical connection he couldn’t fully articulate, but it grew stronger with every moment spent by Alcide’s side. He couldn’t imagine life without the King of the Wolves.

But tragedy struck when the vampires discovered the faerie-werewolf colony with the help of dark witches and launched a massive onslaught. Outnumbered, the two species were easily overwhelmed. Caught in dark magic, neither faeries nor werewolves could withstand the vampires' onslaught. Many wolves were captured, some faeries slaughtered, and others enslaved.

Caleb, with royal faerie blood running through his veins, possessed the power to unleash a radiant light capable of destroying the vampires. Yet Alcide, prioritizing Caleb’s safety, took him and fled deep into the forest, determined to keep his charge out of harm’s way.

They traveled into the heart of the forest, reaching a secret encampment meant for Caleb in case of absolute necessity. The camp rested beside a hidden lake, surrounded by fruit-bearing trees and abundant prey for Alcide to hunt.

It was just the two of them, hidden away until they were truly needed. The grounds were protected by powerful faerie magic, cloaked in invisibility. While safe, this meant Caleb had to adjust to a life of solitude. Thankfully, the great wolf king of the forest was there to keep him company.

Months had passed since their retreat. Though still weighed down by grief, Caleb was slowly finding his footing in this secluded life. He and Alcide fit together like pieces of a puzzle, their bond growing deeper with each shared moment.

The loss of their kin hung heavily in the air, but in Alcide’s embrace, Caleb found solace. His feelings for the towering werewolf had blossomed into something undeniable. He could see the flicker of mutual affection in Alcide’s dark eyes, a silent acknowledgment that sent his heart racing.

Caleb was all too aware of what was expected of him as a faerie prince. His duty to carry on his lineage had been drilled into him since birth. Yet, as he sat there, he couldn’t shake the notion that being a prince felt increasingly irrelevant. He was simply a faerie who had fallen for a werewolf, and for the first time, he felt free to embrace that truth.

However, this taboo subject weighed heavily upon him. Cross breeding between species was expressedly forbidden. Supers of different races were not meant to mate. Each species had a roll to play. They were suppose to continue their own races, not put nature out of balance by trying to make a new one. The consequences could be dire, with a union like theirs being viewed as sacrilege and abomination by both tribes. With all that in mind, Caleb understood the risks, but he knew exactly where his heart belonged and who it belonged to.

The world had shifted. His understanding of duty had transcended after witnessing the destruction of his people. With every passing day, the weight of tradition felt less significant compared to the bond he shared with Alcide.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the arrival of a full moon—the rare pink supermoon—Caleb felt an electric energy crackling in the air. This moon was a powerful force for both faeries and wolves, signaling the onset of “the bloom,” a time when faeries were at their most fertile and uncontrollable desire surged within them. He sensed Alcide’s impending rut, the animalistic pull drawing them both closer together.

In the soft light of twilight, with the rising moon illuminating their secluded camp, Caleb found himself ready to surrender completely. He watched Alcide finish his daily boarder patrol, his heart racing at the sight of the rugged alpha.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel her?” he asked softly, stepping closer, drawn to Alcide like a moth to flame. “I can feel her coming. I know you feel her too. Before anything happens, there’s something I need to share with you.”

Caleb’s smile lit up the night, a beacon of warmth in the growing darkness. He reached up to gently caress Alcide’s face, a silent plea for understanding as he prepared to reveal the truth he had held onto for far too long. He was ready to say what he needed to say, but he needed to know that Alcide was ready to hear it.

[alphastoworship]

Alcide would never forget the day that Oberon set foot inside Lou Pine's, the hole-in-the-wall biker bar frequented by wolves, named himself as their pack leader. Truthfully, Alcide had been a little aimless in life at that point, having recently lost his father, packmaster Jackson Herveaux and now grappling with whether or not he truly wanted to be a leader, despite his perfect breeding and obvious heir-right to that throne. The fae could be smelled from a mile away but Alcide had commanded the wolves to steel themselves and not cause any fuss- unsure if those he smelt were passing through or approaching; soon learned that it was the latter.

Oberon had given a magnificent speech, one spoken in antiquities and beautifully pronounced in a way only a fantastical beast such as a fae could do. But Alcide had not been immediately swayed. Sure, he hated the blood-sucking fangers as much as the next wolf but becoming guard to fae was a new level of endangerment and risk. Then Oberon had presented his wife who held in her arms, their child, the true reason they had sought the werewolves for protection and their most precious possession.

Alcide felt it then- that deep, ancient, primal moving of his spirit he'd only ever heard about from other wolves. When he locked eyes with that little one, all the world fell into darkness and all sound became muffled as their very souls seemed to reach out from their mortal constraints and intertwine. An incredible, unimaginable and unbreakable bond was immediately forged between them. And each left a spiritual mark; an imprint - on one another's very souls.

After that, the alliance was forged and both their people rejoice as either king interlocked their hands and changed the history of magical creatures forever. Nobody could have foreseen how perfectly the colonies would blend together, it was as if it were always meant to be. Doubters on either side were soon and easily swayed as they worked in almost seamless harmony as the wolves' physical strength and the fae's spiritual strength and their combined intelligence brought them into an exciting era.

Alcide's name soon became synonymous with that of Caleb's. Where you found one, you would surely find the other. They were inseparable from the start. Alcide cared for the boy as if he were his own cub, dare one could say that he showed even more affection and love for the pale cherub than even his own parents. It was often that one could hear the giggling delights and sweet shrills of excitment echoing through the forests as young Caleb would ride on the back of his transformed protector - something that he, and he alone, was privileged to do so. It was also not uncommon for Caleb to request and be allowed to sleep over at Alcide's home on some nights. When he very soon became a teenager, Alcide allowed him to join his daily trainings as well. Another thing that everyone knew was that the two always ate together; before the faes and wolves had forged their bond, Caleb had apparently been a ferociously picky and fussy eater, but, when Alcide had one night offered to try feeding him, he'd immediately settled and accepted anything his protector had offered him, and so, since that night, the two shared all their meals together, even when, within a few weeks, the other was grown enough to eat by himself and have whatever or go wherever he chose, the young man would only eat if it was with the King of Wolves.

Their perfect union and that of their people was short celebrated and lived, however before the vampires did what they did best and caused absolute ruin, chaos and destruction. They watched the night sky become painted and soaked in blood. There was little to be done, they had unfortunately become so comfortable and happy that they had allowed a moment of weakness for their foes to strike and they paid the ultimate price. But, true to his word and the silent bond only he and Caleb knew of, Alcide took his true, fullest wolverine form, the kind only accessible and conjured by those of the mightiest wolf bloodlines - a form of ancient strength rivaled only by the most ancient of vampires and carved an escape path with Caleb in his arms.

There was only one place on this earth that would be safe for them now, a place built by himself and Caleb's late father, Oberon. A sanctuary built on the most sacred and old magicks- magicks that could only truly be activated with the payment of blood and flesh; should Oberon and his wife meet their untimely end, in sacrifice of their child's protection, impenetrable charms and forces would become activated around this settlement and near no dark force would ever be able to penetrate it. After reaching their location, far from the ruins of their home, Alcide and Caleb spent many moons mourning their losses and finding a new routine; one that included only the two of them. What surprised Alcide was that he soon realized that having Caleb was all he really needed. The other's company fulfilled him effortlessly and he struggled to remember what life had even been like before the faerie prince.

The two lived harmoniously together; easily slipping into one another's rhythms and rifts. They nursed one another's emotional wounds tenderly and comforted one another in ways that soon betrayed what Alcide had known would eventually happen; that they were destined to be far more than just protector and protected. Alcide fought himself tirelessly over it. The other, technically was only but a year old in human time; in faerie time, however, he was already a fully developed young man who seemed to grow more and more alluring and beautiful with every passing day. It became harder and harder for the wolf to control himself, but steel himself he did. While he was less limited by the laws of interspecies relationships, he was more so racked with the guilt of a father attracted to his own sire. Caleb was his pup- it didn't matter who had birthed him or who his parents were; Caleb was his from the day they'd met and it deeply conflicted the Wolf King as he felt the call and urge to make the other so much more than that.

Alcide's rut was soon starting, and from what he'd understood, Caleb's bloom would be too- it was unsurprising, given they were both creatures of the moon and this particular one would be the strongest one they'd ever experienced together before. His previous ruts had been easy enough to deny by substituting physical lust with blood lust and he had chosen to viciously hunt on those evenings- earning them a significant stock of meat for the next few weeks and allowing him some semblance of control.

But, this moon was different. This rut was different. Caleb was different. He was fully grown now and more beautiful than any description could aptly paint. Every part of Alcide's body yearned for him on a normal day and now, in his most intense heat yet, he feared he couldn't even find the strength to leave their settlement, the pull towards the other was so strong. Caleb had never spoken out loud of how he might feel though Alcide's primal side knew the other's soul had been imprinted just as his had, his analytical eyes recognized those longing glances and his heart knew that when Caleb insisted he needed to sleep in his bed every night it wasn't because of his fears or nightmares alone, there was more to it. There was more to the way the other would pet him in his wolven form, the way he'd sing softly to him while he worked on his crafts and hobbies or while he cooked. The way ... the way he looked at him. So much said without a single word spoken.

In the soft light of twilight, with the rising moon illuminating their secluded camp, Alcide dutifully approached Caleb, following his scent. Except, it wasn't Alcide that approached the other, not consciously, anyway, his spirit guided his feet and his body and as night inched closer, so did his heat inch up in temperature and he could feel that soft scratching within himself; the inner wolf pawing at the spiritual door, restless to be released into the night. Alcide stood before the other, much shorter than himself but he lowered his head as Caleb reached up for it, turning softly as a wolf wanting the other to touch him more, pet him more. His eyes slowly fell closed and he nodded his head as the other requested his ears; growling softly and even halfway through his growl, the tone took a more full bodied sound- his transformation was already slowly beginning. When he opened his eyes, they were a glowing gold - a colour blessed only upon the Kings of his kind. His heart began to race; not only from the heat and from his body beginning to change, but because he knew ... he knew what the other was about to say. He would finally hear the words that had gone unspoken between them for so long, as Caleb smiled at him, that perfect, beautiful smile that seemed only for him and that seemed to massage at his soul anytime he bore witness to it, he wrapped his powerful, massive and muscular arms around the small fae boy, "Tell me."

[pinkbussycunt]

The golden celestial entity had finally set in the west. What was once a miraculous blend of blues, golds, oranges and purples was slowly fading into a calm and mystical blanket of black. The stars began to appear, each sparkling with the luster of diamonds. These heavenly entities carried such an incredible luster in the middle of this ancient and reclusive glenn. However, nothing in the night sky was as beautiful as what was rising from the east.

Her form was immaculate, heavenly and fully figured. She radiated this other worldly rose colored hue as she slowly began to ascend to her apex. It was a full moon; a pink full moon. This was the full moon of the vernal equinox. Spring was upon them. This was no ordinary full moon. It was a super moon. It was the moon of abundance, new beginnings and fertility. Due to its fullness, color, timing and rarity, this particular moon was incredibly rare, special and very powerful to those who were influenced by its presence.

As it began it's ascension, the boy with auburn red hair and hazel green eyes could feel the power of this lunar entity surging through his flesh. The arrival of this moon fell at the coming of the boy's cyclical bloom. This was the time Caleb's body was most fertile. The time when his flesh was the most tempting and most succulent of pinks. This was the time when his scent was the most alluring and most potent. This was the time when Caleb's ancient faerie need for intimacy and connection was at its strongest. The higher that glorious moon arose, the more aroused the boy became, but he wasn't the only one influenced by this powerful cosmic force. His guardian and protector was equally as influenced.

Alcide was in the midst of a wolf's rut. The two have spent so much time together, their bodily functions have become in sync. Having spent a few seasons alone together, the boy has really come to know the great wolf. The giant was both a simple and complex man. Most days he did the things any good alpha male would do to protect his home. The nights of his rut however, a different side of Alcide came out all together. He was stronger, faster, more powerful, and it was fascinating for Caleb to watch. The way the behemoth of a wolf would hunt for food and guard their shared home always left Caleb in a state of awe. Their separate energies and shared wants and needs only deepened the bond between them, leading to this night, a night where their physical needs needed to be satisfied.

Caleb had loved Alcide since the day he was born. They played together, trained together, laughed together, ate together, and despite the horrible circumstances that brought them to this isolated solitude, they were now living together. The beautiful fae and the handsome wolf had come to share a life together. They worked well together, they complimented each other, they took care of one another. They both had jobs, and they both tended to those responsibilities, allowing them to make this once baron and unknown plot of land into a warm and loving home. They were proof that different species could peacefully live amongst each other. The love they shared for one another got them through the rough winter, where they grieved what they had lost. Now it was time for them to enjoy the abundance of spring.

The love between the wolf man and faerie boy was genuine and beautiful. What they had was no ordinary love. They were connected; intertwined. They were much more than a couple. They were partners. It was only natural that the love between them has deepened living in isolation. The way they looked at each other; It was starting to change. The way they would touch each other was no ordinary touch. The way they protected and cared for one another, it came from a love so deep, it was a shame that the two would ignore it.

Interspecies relations was an abomination. It worked against the ancient laws of nature. It had never been done before. Those thoughts lingered in the back of Caleb's mind. However, they were accompanied by the memories of Alcide glistening in a summer sweat, his powerful physique, his alpha male energy, and most importantly, his scent. Caleb could not get Alcide's scent out of his mind. It was incredibly potent, even more so on the nights of his rut and Caleb's bloom. The intensity of their bodily functions was so strong, they practically ignored each other on those nights. Alcide would tend to his hunts where he would gather enough food to last for weeks. Caleb would tend to their garden of vegetables and managed the home. The chemistry between them was maddening, especially when they slept together. They just slept besides each other, even though they both wanted more. It's simply miraculous that nothing has happened....yet.

Something has happened though. Caleb was in love, and the boy knew he was not alone in his feelings. The auburn haired fairy could feel it whenever the behemoth of a man was near him. The faerie prince knew the laws of nature, and yet, the boy also knew that times have changed. Nature has changed. Caleb and Alcide may well be the very last of their species. It was their sacred duty to continue their blood lines. With the light of the pink super moon coating the boy in the most beautiful rose colored glow, Caleb was ready to usher in an era of great change. It was time for Faerie and Wolf to consummate this new aged union. With the love pulsating between them, this was the natural next step for their special relationship. All his life, Caleb had Alcide's love. The wolf king gave the boy the love of a father, the love of a leader, the love of a fellow survivor, And the love of a partner. Caleb needed a different kind of love now; the boy wanted and needed the love of a man, and as he stared into those once brown now golden shifted hues, Caleb knew that Alcide was the only man for him.

As the giant leaned into the faerie's warm touch, Caleb let his free hand caress Alcide's muscular physique. He started to breathe heavily. He could no longer hide his wants or needs. He didn't want to hide them anymore. " I'm ready." He said in the sweetest and most loving of voices. " I'm ready to be claimed.....by you. Only you. It's always been you. I want you to have me. " Taking the giant's hand, the young faerie led the werewolf deep into the forest. In the depths of woods was a beautiful field of flowers. It was perfectly aligned under the light of the spring moon. Feeling himself loose control, the boy let his loin cloth slip off his silky soft flesh, exposing his gorgeous body, including his smooth and immaculate pink vagina. It was virginal; It was ready to be claimed.

" All I ever wanted in life was to be your bitch. ......I'm ready for you to make me your bitch.....Ali."

[pinkbussycunt]

Caleb dreamed of this moment so many nights, he had lost count. So many nights he would fantasize about what it would be like to give the man who raised him the love, attention and affection he so desperately needed and deserved. Caleb was ready; he was ready to give that unconditional love back to the giant in front of him, and so much more.

There he stood. He was massive in size, but gentle in heart. That’s why Caleb wanted him so badly, because he was a good and loving man, and he needed love just like any other man. The love between them was instant the minute Caleb came into this world, but it grew deeper and stronger with each passing day. They had denied what was there for so long, and they just couldn't do it anymore. Caleb couldn’t, and Adam standing there naked proved that he couldn't either. They didn't have to run and hide from their feelings anymore.

Little Caleb felt his heart pounding out of his chest; out of need, out of want and out of curiosity. The way they stared at each other; it wasn't the stare of a father and son. It was the stare of two men whose primitive needs could only be satiated by each other. The glare soon turned into an action when the larger of the two men positioned himself between the red head’s legs.

Feeling that gentle but powerful grip on his thighs, Caleb felt so protected and safe. It gave him the reassurance he needed to open his legs nice and wide, allowing the man who created him full and unrestricted access to his canal. It was the most beautiful little opening; it was little, pretty, wet and pink. It was the ultimate fantasy for any man. Adam was so close, and yet he didn’t dive right in right away. He was such a gentleman. Taking his small hand, Caleb ran his fingers through the blonde hair that he had come to love so many years ago. He gave the giant of the man reassurance that any good man would need. That’s when the line had been crossed; the had passed the point of no return, and from what the little red head was feeling, there no going back. Not now, not ever.

What the boy felt could not be described. It could only be felt, and what Caleb felt was more intense than his wildest dreams. At first Caleb combed his father’s hair for reassurance, but now he put another hand though thick head of golden hair. Caleb was pushing his maker’s face deeper and deeper into his cunt. The boy wanted the man to see just how deep his rabbit hole went. Despite their shared lust, Adam was slow and gentle. He caressed his boy’s pussy with such a loving mouth andinquisitive tongue. It caused Caleb to unleash the most beautiful moan, but the boy had no idea that something else was coming.

That’s when he felt it; Adam’s eating may have started out gentle, but the yellow haired giant soon started to take control, and he started to devour that pussy like a starving animal. The pleasure Caleb felt made his little clitoris stand firm and erect, and because of that, it caught the older man’s attention. The minute Adam began to lick, suckle and tease on that clitoris, Caleb instinctively grabbed onto the sheets beneath him for support. The boy’s moans went from sensual to down right erotic. He never imagined a pleasure like this was even possible, and in that moment, the red head developed an addiction for pleasure. It was all too much for Caleb, and that’s when the boy unleashed his juices and began to squirt all over Adam’s handsome face.

“ DADDY…….OH DADDY!!!!” Caleb said like a sex crazed slut. His moans were downright musical; the boy sounded like a whore in heat, and he was. The red head watched as the yellow haired man who made him slowly arose from his legs. Their eyes locked onto each other in a primitive and animalistic gaze. Barely any space lingered between them. The sight of his father hovering over him like this was something he never thought he’d see. Caleb loved being under Adam. Caleb loved submitting to Adam. It was a primal instinct, and with that powerful odor filling his nose, Caleb couldn’t control himself. He held onto the officer’s face and gave him a kiss. Not just any kiss. It was a animalistic, raw, primitive, passionate and fiery kiss that could have set the house on fire. “ I want you, Daddy.” Caleb said in a soft whisper as he continued to kiss the man on top of him. “ I’ve always loved you. I’ve always wa….……” Before Caleb could even finish his sentence, he felt a force that he never could have possibly imagine. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he led out a squeal of shock, surprise and a tiny hint of pain.

Caleb had been penetrated. In that moment, Adam had officially taken his son’s virginity. It was true, the giant’s shaft was massive in size, and Caleb’s opening was miniscule in comparison. “ Oh my god,” Caleb said in shock. The boy was a virgin, so the walls of his vaginal canal were untouched. They were incredibly tight, and Adam could now verify just how tight and virginal his son was. “ OH MY GOD!!!!” Caleb was so overwhelmed, the boy had to grab onto his father’s arm as he let out another squeal that was a mixture of confusion, surprise and pain. He felt like he was being split wide open, and at first, it was too much for Caleb. A heavy silence hung over father and son, but then, suddenly, Caleb let out another squeal, only this time, it was softer, and while it was soft, it was riddled with pleasure and euphoria. If that wasn't enough, Caleb’s innocent little face, once riddle with pain from his father’s sheer size, was now overcome by a pleasure so euphoric and other worldly, the boy would never be the same because of it. “ So big.” he said softly as the grip around his father’s shoulder began to soften and loosen. More musical moans began to escape his mouth, proving that the little red head's walls had adjusted and he had come to enjoy the massive girth that was invading him.

Looking into those blue hues with a gaze that while boyish, was riddled with wonder and a new found hunger that only adults could understand, Caleb spoke in a voice that was riddled with a longing for sex. “ You’re so big……I love it.” That’s when Caleb took a hold of Adam’s face and gave the giant a sex crazed, sex riddled kiss. It was so powerful and so passionate, it was enough to make any man succumb to it’s power. “ I want you to give it to me.” Caleb said like the new found slut and size queen that he had officially become. It was time for father and son to consummate their new found relationship. “ PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME. I WANT IT, DADDY. I WANT YOU TO GIVE IT TO ME………..DADDY. PLEASE……GIVE TO ME!!!!!!!”

[alphastoworship]

Adam and Caleb had had the kind of father-son relationship that was the envy of all who say it. The small, delicate boy and his large, powerful father who protected and cared for him always. There wasn't a thing Adam hadn't done for his son- he'd even joined as a counsellor for the boy scouts so he could share that experience with Caleb, only to end up becoming the Scout Headmaster in their area. If Caleb had something happening at school, you could put money on it that Adam would be there, come rain, hail or snow- and you could always hear his booming voice, no matter how large the audience, cheering on his boy. He'd also shielded Caleb from the abuse he'd suffered at the hands of the women he'd dated- not physical abuse, but verbal and mental; being told he was too big in more ways than one, being told he smelled, that he was too much- but it would seem that Caleb knew more than he thought and now, his beautiful boy was once again making him the happiest man in the world.

Caleb's cunt tasted musky-sweet, the kind of taste that a man could easily get addicted to and Adam had licked his lips and wiped every last drop of his son's juices into his mouth as to not waste a single bit. They kissed now like they'd never kissed before- it was erotic and intimate, heavy and heated, a deep wanton need for each other's sex. Hearing Caleb beg for him like nobody ever had before had him finally connecting the two of them in the way they were always truly destined to be. His son's pussy was so tight that it defied reason; Caleb was a virgin, there wasn't a single doubt about that- he was his boy's first and only and that fact made him more proud and happy that he thought possible. Continuing to push further in, not stopping until Caleb told him to, he watched his son's face contort in overwhelming levels of pleasure and intensity. He kept going; he had to; the animalistic part of him needed to be balls deep inside Caleb, something he'd surprisingly never been able to do with anyone else before.

The man was larger than most people probably thought was possible. His length and thickness was not for the faint of heart and, until now, nobody had ever been able to truly take him, and, sadly but truthfully, nobody had ever wanted to. Of course it was Caleb that would be his first; could it be that the reason they'd been fighting feelings for one another for so long was because they had both slowly realized that Caleb had been made, born and raised to be the woman of his father's dreams? To be the lover and partner that he'd been waiting for? Adam knew Caleb better than anyone and he knew from the other's face and the sounds he made when to stop and when to push in further; kissing him sweetly and kindly, encouraging him and helping him adjust and physically reminding him of his love as they finally become one.

When he was finally at the hilt, balls deep inside Caleb's cunt and with pure love and lust glittering in his eyes as he looked at the small, dainty, beautiful boy beneath him, he stroked a hand through his familiar, soft brunette hair and asked, "How does it feel, baby?" part of him braced himself for Caleb to possibly back out now, to be like all those that had scarred him before and claim him to be too big to enjoy, but Caleb looked at him in a way his son never had before and told him he was so big and that he loved it and Adam felt a surge and swell of love and adoration for the other, they both lunged forward into an intimate, heated kiss with Adam's hands travelling all over Caleb's body. Their bodies rocked together as their lips and tongues tussled, Adam dominating his little boy and when the other started moaning and begging, Adam immediately began to thrust. Pulling his hips back and rolling forward, giving into his animalistic side completely and beginning to breed his baby boy.

"Baby ..." he moaned, almost growled as his pace began to pick up, "Your pussy feels so good ..." he admitted freely, "No ... my fucking pussy ... this pussy belongs to Daddy ... I made this pussy and now I'm claiming it for myself," he growled, softly biting Caleb's lower lip, clearly unleashing a dominant side of himself that only Caleb had been able to bring out. They were going at a steady pace now, Adam fucking the other in earnest and the sound of his balls and skin hitting against Caleb's pussy filling the room as their smells mingled, mainly with his thick, manly musk overwhelming the space and the smell of his sweat and power covering Caleb. "Been dreaming of this for so long, baby ..." he admitted hotly, still fucking his son powerfully and still picking up speed, "Love you so much ..."

Soon, the power of Adam's thrusts were enough to make the bed squeek and shake, making it hit against the wall repeatedly as the sounds of their kisses and lovemaking continued to fill the humid room. This was how he'd always wanted to fuck; he wanted to not have to worry, to just let go and let himself be a man and a dominant. He shared long, heated, intimate moments more with his son like this, his hands moving from the other's face, to his chest to his incredible ass, all of which his felt and touched and squeezed for the first time like a lover as well as a father. "Never wanna stop fucking you ..." he growled softly, "Daddy's beautiful boy ... I'm never going a day without this pussy again ...""

[pinkbussycunt]

A powerful scent lingered overhead; a sweaty, pungent, musky smell that neither the man or his son beneath him could deny. Caleb's step mom hated it, she always complained about it. Not Caleb; never Caleb. The boy was infatuated with that powerful scent. To him, it struck a primitive and primal instinct deep inside of him. Whenever he took that scent into his nostrils, Caleb instantly felt safe. When that smell was in the air, he knew his daddy was near by, so while this scent may be powerful to others, it brought the auburn haired boy comfort and peace of mind.

Caleb had never seen his father like this before. He had never seen that type of facial expression on the familiar's blonde face. It was normally a protective, gentle and loving gaze that Caleb had become adjusted to. It was the face of a father. That's not what Caleb was looking at right now. In this private and intimate moment, the boy wasn't looking at his father. He was looking at a man. A big, strong, powerful man that carried a primitive and animalistic hunger in those cerulean blue eyes. His grunts and groans were equally as foreign and animal like when they hit the young man's ears. Those thrusts of ancient and carnal pleasure overpowered the formerly innocent boy. Lying beneath this powerful behemoth of a man, the boy did what his body told him to do; to submit and surrender himself completely to the needs of this man. Little Caleb had never experienced anything quite like it, and he was loving every minute of it.

Lying on those sweat drenched sheets so beautifully, the young man watched with fascination as the man who created him indulged in his carnal needs. Caleb had a difficult time explaining what he was feeling. It felt foreign and frightening at first, being penetrated by such a massive and foreign shaft. The boy did feel pain at first, but that brief moment of discomfort was a gateway for a pleasure he could not describe with words. He felt his vaginal walls widen and expand for such an impressive girth. Caleb felt as if he was being split wide open. His canal had become a passageway for his father to explore, and this exploration between father and son was........life changing.

Caleb could feel his father's massive balls slamming up against him. The older blonde with the handsome face and powerful body was plowing deep into his son, and the auburn hair boy was loving every minute of it. He spread his legs wide open, allowing Adam complete access to his venereal opening. The young man held onto his father's powerful body for support. His beautiful hazel brown eyes widen and expanded. They were dilated. He was so overcome by pleasure and euphoria, he could not speak. He didn't have to; his moans did all the talking for him.

Caleb's moans were a musical blend of boyish femininity and complete submission all rolled into one. They were bouncing off the walls. They were both sensuous and seductive. They came to a stop only when father and son shared a kiss. This wasn't a loving peck or a familiar kiss. This kiss was powerful and erotic. It was sensuous. It was perverted. It was taboo. No father and son ever shared a kiss like this before, and it seemed that neither Adam nor Caleb showed any signs of stopping anytime soon.

The boy's body was so small compared to the giant physique pressed against him. His legs hooked onto the blonde's hips as he held onto those powerful shoulders for support. The young man looked into those hungry blue eyes. They were longing for connection; real human connection. The boy knew exactly how the older of the two felt. As he naturally submitted to the powerful man, his beautiful effeminate moans bounced off the walls. They exposed Caleb for what he was; a tiny, submissive, effeminate little bitch, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Hopefully his father was willing to accept that.

As they stared deeply at one another, Caleb allowed his father to dominate his mouth and plow into his once virginal cunt. The pleasure he was feeling was going to his head, and t was written all over his face.

" Don't stop......" Caleb said softly. His sex crazed face was flushed a beautiful pink, he was loving every minute of this. " Please give it to me, Daddy. I love it......I love feeling you inside me....."

[pinkbussycunt]

@alphastoworship

I was so lost before I met you. So lost. So lonely. I knew how to hide it, but I was dead before I met you. He told me you were the devil incarnate. He told me you were satan in the flesh. I was terrified of you, but I didn’t know you. When I looked into those eyes, I found someone as lonely as I was. Someone equally as sad and equally as lost. I found connection in those eyes. I found companionship. I found someone who accepted me, someone who didn’t shame me. I found a man who understood me emotionally, mentally……….and physically. I found my husband. I left behind everything I knew……for you…..and I never looked back. I’m proud to be your wife. You’re the man I dreamed about, and I couldn't be happier.

[pinkbussycunt]

@alphastoworship

Caleb, embracing his new life as a witch. Helping him with the craft is his own personal familiar; Prism

[pinkbussycunt]

Magic: Caleb/Sylas

@alphastoworship

Heat. Sweat. Moans. All three were present in the room of Caleb Anderson. Deep in the woods of Danvers, Massachusetts, entrapped in a tiny room in a run down mobile home, the boy with auburn red hair, hazel green eyes and a cherub baby face found himself lost in his dreams. It's been happening for months now. They started as inappropriate day dreams while in church. Now the young man is having the most immersive dreams he’s ever experienced: sensuous and erotic fantasies that were starting to tamper with the young man’s deepest subconscious.

Caleb was born into a long line of pastors in the most publicized and controversial baptist church in all of Massachusetts; the Beacon of Truth Baptist Ministry. Founded during the hysteria of the infamous witch trials, the goal of the church was simple; to cleanse the world of all wickedness and impurities. They fought to change Salem’s historic name to Danvers, to purify and cleanse the town of it’s ungodly past. Now they were determined to spread their ideology into schools and local government. On a surface level, many would assumed that they were like any other church. In reality, their congregation was made up mostly of in bred cousins and other distant relatives, determined to spread what they believed to be the gospel truth. Every Sunday, they would be served a sermon of bigotry, hatred and intolerance. Being the son of the pastor and leader of the Church, Caleb had been fed this rhetoric for as long as he could remember, and he has lived in fear because of it.

Caleb was the son of the church’s most devout pastor in the ministry’s history. The boy had a lot of pressure to live up to the church’s expectations. He couldn’t live up to any of them. First and foremost, Caleb was gay. The boy had the miraculous gift of suppression. He had successfully concealed his homosexuality from his church. If he wasn't fighting off his innermost fear of damnation, he was suppressing his deep and carnal needs for intimacy and connection…….with a man. All his life, Caleb dreamed about lying with men, submitting to a man, making love with a man, but whenever those thoughts came along, Caleb’s dad was always happy to read from Leviticus. Caleb may be able to hide it from the church, but he couldn’t hide it from his father.

Pastor William Anderson was known for his particular hatred towards homosexuality. He was publicized all over the world because of it, and no one was spared his vicious rhetoric, not even his own son. He knew his son was gay. He’s always known, and he made sure his son knew it. Whenever they were at home, the terrifying man would save his most hateful and hideous sermons for his son. These tyraids were just for Caleb, and his father made sure he used the ugliest words he could muster; faggot, queer, fairy boy, sissy boy, and worse. Caleb has lived with these verbal onslaughts for years. They riddled him with fear. He had no idea that he was being abused.

The religion he was born into laced him with fear, and his father only made it worse. Whenever it became too much, Caleb would always escape into nature. That’s where he felt the most safe. He felt comforted by the trees and soothed by the river, but he had to make sure to keep that to himself. His father would not like what his son was doing. Pastor Anderson had no idea, but due to his horrible ideology and abusive tendencies, Caleb did not align himself with the church’s teachings and values. The boy felt his heart was somewhere else. It was one of, if not his darkest secret.

Caleb was surrounded by hatred and fear in his father’s church, but in nature, he knew peace. If the wind hit his ears just right, he could literally hear the flowers singing. The dark red head found himself connecting with the essence of nature, itself. More importantly, when the young man learned about the horrors of Salem, the boy felt connected to those men and women. He somehow felt drawn to them, like they were calling out to him, but little Caleb could never say these things out loud; if there was one thing Pastor Anderson hated more than homosexuals, it was witches.

Thou shall not suffer a Witch to live.

Many Sundays Pastor Anderson spent his hour preaching how these sinner’s carnal need for flesh and forsaken knowledge of occult like debauchery would unleash the wrath of god. The one Pastor Anderson hated the most was the leader of this Covenant. The baptist minister often called this shape of a man the devil incarnate. Other times he would deem the ungodly man the antichrist in the flesh. His name was Sylas Thornhart. Pastor Anderson warned his congregation of the evils this man was capable of, and he encouraged his flock that their mission was to fight against this anti christ and his heard of godless whores. Caleb had heard the stories about this man many times. The boy felt great fear whenever he heard that name, but also felt something else………..curiosity.

All his life, Caleb was taught to condemn and dispise those who denounced the holy trinity. These people should be no different, and yet, deep down, in his heart of hearts, Caleb could not bring himself to do it. For one reason or another, the dark red head felt a sort of……kinship with these people. The boy knew this kind of curiosity could lead to trouble, but he simply

could not help himself. If he was going to hate them so much, he was determined to know more about them.

One Sunday afternoon, Caleb was to lead his youth group out of traditional and conventional Danvers and lead them into the very heart of the devil’s playground, Salem Town. They were all on a mission to spread the gospel of their church and convert those who were looking for salvation. Unlike his father, Caleb spoke to so many lost souls with kindness and compassion. However, he himself was lost and needed guidance. Leading his youth group, he ordered them to spread out and spend the afternoon with these lost souls. While they did the lord’s work, Caleb immersed himself completely in the hedonism of Salem Town, desperately trying to find the answers he was looking for.

Salem Town was an ungodly place. No churches, just pubs, bars and clubs; all aiming to turn a man away from god. The town’s obsession with the pagan holiday, Halloween, was blasphemous. Trick or treaters, costumes and candy galore. Caleb had never seen anything like it. The boy found it……..interesting. Walking the streets and taking in all the sights, one particular store caught his attention; Weeping Willow Scrolls,Remedies and Relics. It was a moderately sized building, and it had the most magical aura surrounding it. Caleb was taught and trained to fight and resist temptation, but he simply couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to it, and he gave into his base urges.

Taking off the church’s name tag and making sure no one was watching, Caleb concealed himself with his hoodie and made his way inside the building. Taking his first steps inside, the boy was overwhelmed by what he saw. First thing that hit him was the smell. The establishment smelled like the forest itself. This place was an apothecary. Well, at least a third of it. The first half of the store was covered with the most beautiful array of flowers, plants and herbs for sale. Taking his time, Caleb scanned all the greenery this store had to offer. Some were common plants found in the woods. Others were rare specimens the young man had never even seen before. It was all so fascinating.

Making his way deeper into the shop, Caleb made sure to nod and say hello to the store clerk. Loosing himself by what was around him, Caleb now found himself surrounded by the most beautiful amulets and ancient relics he had ever seen. It was like traveling back in time. Trying not to touch, the red head was simply overwhelmed by intrigue and fascination, but the best was yet to come.

Deep within this magical and cozy little establishment was a small little library of books. Not modern paperbacks, ancient looking literature that harbors all sorts of knowledge on the occult. There was a book for potion making, a book on supernatural creatures and many different books about magic. It was as if the young man had found the garden of Eden, a place where he could finally let go and be himself. He had finally found a place where his interests were celebrated, and for the first time ever, Caleb finally felt like he belonged. Overwhelmed by his curiosity, the young man scanned the book shelves. One particular book was calling out to him. It was a rather old and ancient looking book. Bound in black leather, it was laced with gold lettering; The Arcane Amora; The Ancient Codex for the Union of Men.

The hardcover was thick and heavy. It had the wonderful smell of old parchment and ink. Caleb felt as if he was being magnetically drawn to this book. Feeling it in his hands, the boy double checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking. The coast was clear, so he gently opened the ancient book. In a matter of seconds, the young church boy’s face was a fiery red. He was reading a sex book. Not just any sex book, a gay sex book, with immense detail of all known positions, along with beautiful illustrations. Caleb was completely immersed. It was as if all of his longings and fantasies had been rolled into one book. The young man was so immersed, he did not look where he was going. The boy accidently bumped into someone else, causing his book and the other’s books to fall on the floor. “ Oh God, I’m so sorry. Let me help you with that. “ Making his way to the floor, Caleb helped to clean up his mess. He had no idea who he had just run into. He had no idea that his life was about to change……forever.

[pinkbussycunt]

Ever since he first laid eyes on the jock, since they’ve been dating for the last six months and ever since their relationship went from casual to serious, Caleb had dreamed of this moment. The little red head spent so many nights working up the most incredible orgasms over the man who occupied his mouth. He said so many nights reading the following books

“ The Power of Sex in Ancient Rome.”

“ The Sexual Practices of Ancient Egypt.”

“ In Bed in Ancient Greece.”

“ The Karma Sutra.”

He should have been focused on his studies. He should have been focused on excelling in his major. Ever since Caleb met Blake, his world changed. His priorities changed. He worked so hard to get to college all on his own. The boy had a difficult life and he never got a single hand out. He worked his ass off to get here, but ever since the quarterback and now heisman trophy owner came into his life unexpectedly, the red head’s life has never been the same. He didn’t care about college. All Caleb cared about was Blake.

Caleb proved that his late night reading sessions paid off. He proved that his loyalty and devotion was real. Most of all, Caleb proved that he wasn’t a prude. He proved that deep down, underneath that little cherub face and introverted personality, a sex crazed, cock worshipping slut was coming to the surface. The red head wanted to do this for so long. So many times, Caleb wanted to say fuck it and give Blake what he wanted. He couldn’t. He felt something different for the god like athlete. Something he never felt before. The freshman needed to see that the senior was willing to go the distance for him, and Blake did that and so much more. It was proof that Blake really was the man the little red head always dreamed about. So many lonely nights, Caleb dreamed about the day his prince would come and save him. He dreamed about having a man to call his husband. Deep down, Caleb knew he found that in Blake, and he wanted to thank and reward the jock by worshipping and glorifying his unbelievably god like shaft. It was throbbing and pulsating in his beautiful mouth.

Up and down. Up and down. Slowly but surely, Caleb took in an incredible amount of musky dick. The shaft was drenched in sweat, and the smell was potent, borderline pungent. Caleb didn't care. He loved it. Not only did he love it, he was going crazy for it and couldn’t get enough of it. That smell was literally setting his brain on fire, and he was loving every minute of it. All of his life, Caleb kept this side of himself locked away from the rest of the world. All his life, his father shamed him for how he was born, for being different from other boys, for being effeminiate and girly in nature. All of his life, Caleb tried to fight his urges to submit to men and quietly shame himself for his natural human needs. In Blake, Caleb found a man who cared about him for who he was, not what his father or brother wanted him to be. Dare he say it, Caleb felt that Blake even loved his submissive and feminine nature. That alone proved that Blake was the man he was looking for and the man Caleb needed, so the boy thanked him by worshipping his incredible dick. Not only dick Caleb worship it, slowly, the beautiful boy made his way to the very base of Blake’s shaft. Yes, Caleb proved to Blake that not only could he worship dick, not only did he enjoy it when it was foul, he could take it, every last inch of it into the depths of his pretty warm mouth. Right there, Caleb proved that he was wifey material.

The boy didn’t speak. His musical moans did it for him. Those beautiful, feminine moans filled the air and they proved that little Caleb was a dick crazy slut. He wasn’t a slut for any dick. He was a slut for Blake’s dick, and it wasn't because he was well endowed. Blake could have been tiny down there, and Caleb wouldn’t care. The boy loved the man, not his dick. Still, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying every minute he dedicated to sucking that dick. Caleb didn’t blow, he sucked. No teeth and no gagging. Caleb proved that he was a true bottom and that he was born to be a submit. Looking upwards into Blake’s horny eyes, Caleb showed his boyfriend he was equally addicted to the power and magic of sex. He may be a virgin, but his need for dick was all encompassing and proved more powerful than his lack of experience. Experience didn't make the cock sucker; it was the act of submission and the act of providing a service that proved he was born to take care of a man's primitive urges and human needs. Cockworshipping was an instinct. It couldn’t be taught. That’s why Caleb proved in this very moment that he was special.

Up and down, up and down, Caleb didn’t stop. The boy sucked all of that cock and his moans exposed him for the slut that he was. He was loving every minute of it, and his girly squeals and feminine moans proved that. He had no idea that it was about to get even better. Looking upwards, Caleb could tell that he was doing his job. Blake was enjoying himself. Feeling that strong hand on his head, he heard the praise and positive reinforcement. That’s all he ever wanted. That’s when he felt that gentle grip on the back of his neck. He knew his boyfriend wanted to take over, and being the good sub that he was, the little sissy allowed his alpha of a partner to take control.

It was slow at first. Caleb would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, but he trusted that the man who had occupied his mouth. Little Caleb let go and allow his alpha to fuck his mouth. It was slow at first. He heard the questions Blake asked him, but he didn't answer. He couldn’t. All he could do was moan in approval. Deep down, he instinctively knew that’s all that was needed of him. That’s when the athlete started to pick up the speed. Looking upwards, Caleb watched in awe as his boyfriend started to plow himself into the eighteen year old’s mouth. His alpha energy was undeniable. The red head watched his boyfriend with such intent. He could tell that topping, dominating, claiming and breeding came so naturally to him. Caleb had never seen anything so amazing. He never felt so aroused. The faster Blake went, the more Caleb's little opening soaked itself in it’s natural juices. Caleb never felt so turned on. So much so, as Blake worked his magic, Caleb slowly lifted his cheerleader crop top, exposing his chest. Caleb had the most beautiful pecs imaginable. They were creamy, supple and pink. Allowing Blake to plow, Caleb started to moan like the whore that he was. His eyeballs rolled into the back of his head as the red head started to grope, squeeze and tease his own man boobs. Caleb was starting to gag, he was only human. That was proof that the pleasure he felt was out of this world.

Just as the speed was reaching incredible levels, it slowly started to slow down. Blake soon pulled out, and when he did, Caleb gasped for air and started to pant. He couldn’t help it. It was only natural. Blake’s dick was unimaginably big, and worshipping it was enough to push anyone to within an inch of their sanity. Caleb was no different. Blake’s dick took Caleb’s breathe away, but that wasn’t the only thing Caleb wanted to taste. He threw his face deep in between Blake’s legs, right into his crotch and took in one good smell. That scent did it. It officially drew Caleb insane. He wanted more, he needed more, so he started to play with Blake’s testicles. They were so big, so smelly and they dangled like christmas ornaments. First Caleb kissed, worshipped and suckled on one testicle and then the other. Then he sucked both of them into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner. The boy was such a natural bottom bitch, and he was loving every minute of it. Coming up only for air, he felt Blake teasing him again with that dick he fell in love with. Caleb teased Blake right back by kissing and suckling on that delicious bell shaped head. He would have gone for round two, but the boy was given an order and it was his duty to do as he was told.

Doing what his alpha ordered him to do, Caleb made his way to Blake’s bed. However, before getting comfortable, the boy decided to tease Blake by slowly taking off his crop top, completely exposing his upper chest. He wasn’t done. After that, he turned around and slowly took off his short shorts, exposing his ridiculously large and supple round ass. Not only that, Caleb teased Blake with a little wet beaver shot. Caleb liked to tease, but he had six months of that. Blake had proven himself man enough to claim him, and Caleb was ready to give his all to hisboyfriend. No, his manfriend. Posing himself so naturally and beautifully, Caleb was now on all fours. His glorious and beautiful ass was exposed, showing off his best parts. His massive cheeks, his tight little asshole, his virginal pussy and the most beautiful and seductive feet an alpha man could ever want. Caleb looked so good over those silky sheets and rose pedals. He had such a beautiful body. It was all you can eat buffet, and it was all for Blake. He had many delicious dishes to choose from. Looking over his shoulder, Caleb gave Blake a seductive little stare and spoke in a sensuous and down right slutty little voice.

“ There’s a new field for you to dominate, Sir. You proved to me that your man enough to claim it. I want you to claim what’s yours. I need you to officially make me yours and only yours. I’m yours, Baby. All yours. Only yours.”

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Blake watched hungrily as the other got up and followed his instructions. It was like all of his wettest, dirtiest dreams about the other were all coming true but the reality of Caleb far exceeded any fictional version of him that Blake had been dreaming about for the last six months to get himself through the other's imposed celibacy on him. He moaned, starting to stroke himself slowly, his wet cock dripping Caleb's spit, his own precum and small droplets of sweat onto the floor as he did so, pleasuring himself as he watched Caleb's strip show- which was, without a doubt, the hottest fucking thing he'd ever had happen in his bedroom.

He growled as the other got on his bed, completely naked and he walked forward slowly, taking in every inch of the other's glorious, pale, feminine body. From that perfect, pink hole to his pretty pink pussy and then those delicate, fairy-like feet. If Blake were less of a man he would've cum then and there just from the sight of the other, decorated with his silk sheets and rose petals and gazing at him over his shoulder. Before Blake could speak again, Caleb started and he let the other boy talk as he moved his hands from his massive member to slowly starting to feel up Caleb's beautiful body.

"Only mine," he repeated softly in his low, gravelly, alpha voice, punctuating it with a soft spank to the other's pale rear- not enough to hurt, just enough to tingle, and with how light Caleb's skin was, it showed a feint pink outline of his hand print: a physical representation of his ownership over the other's body, mind and soul. He kept repeating it slowly, "Only mine ... All mine ... Mine ..." as he traced his lips down Caleb's spine, pressing kisses every few inches and continuing down lower and lower. When his mouth moved between the other's surprisingly fat cheeks, he stopped and let his tongue enjoy the taste of that perfect pink hole for a little bit before continuing further down until his lips and tongue found the folds of Caleb's pussy.

It was what he'd been lusting after for what felt like months - one of his biggest motivators to change his habits and step himself up and prove his worth to Caleb was for this right here: this pussy. He started eating the smaller boy out from behind, reaching a hand between his legs to massage his clit as he did so. Caleb tasted like honey, sweet yet musky, fruity but deep. It was the most delicious cunt he'd ever experienced- by far and without a doubt and it showed how much he loved it as he spent a good few minutes getting lost in it's taste and feel.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer- his body wouldn't allow him to. He climbed up behind Caleb, sliding his cock between the other's legs and rubbing it up against his heat, moaning as he lifted the boy up off his arms so that he rose and up and Blake could hold him close, his chest pressed tightly against Caleb's back and he turned the lighter haired boy's face to meet his over his shoulder and kissed him tenderly, rutting his cock against the other's cunt as they kissed sweetly, one hand taking hold of one of Caleb's tits and the other fell to his waist. "Mine," he said softly, breaking the kiss into smaller kisses, "My baby girl, my faggot slave, my personal fucktoy ..." he murmured as he used the hand that had been at the other's waist to how line his cock up with Caleb's entrance, "My wife," he finished breathily, "You're gonna carry my seed. I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out and then I'm gonna keep fucking you until I do," he grinned, embracing the other in a deep, fiery kiss as he pushed his cock up inside the world's most glorious cunt.

[pinkbussycunt]

A powerful stinging sensation jolted all through out Caleb’s body as he proudly submitted to his alpha male boyfriend. That powerful athletic hand spanking the red head’s beautifully large ass was so primitive and erotic, Caleb couldn't help but squeal like a little bitch. He was always curious about being spanked, and now that he felt it for himself, he could say without a shadow of a doubt that he was addicted to it.

The slap wasn’t painful, but the little red head could still feel the tingling sensation on his ample ass cheek. He secretly hoped it would leave a mark. He wanted people to know that he was taken. He wanted men to know that he belonged to Blake and only Blake. The sorority boy always knew that something was there between him and the former directionless fraternity boy, but Caleb needed a man. He needed to know that Blake was ready to become one. The King of Sigma Phi Alpha gave up his old ways and became the man Caleb needed him to be. That touched the beautiful boy on such a deep level. The little auburn haired boy knew it was time to give the legendary quarterback what he had rightfully earn and deserved.

The giant of a man was built like a god; he was given the strength of one too. However, the kisses that trailed down’s Caleb’s beautiful back were so gentle and soft. The boy knew what was coming next, and the looked on his flushed face said he was ready to welcome it. Caleb wasn’t the only one ready, his two beautiful ports of entry were equally as welcoming and inviting. The quarterback had a buffet of pink flesh that was waiting for to be devoured.

“ I’m all yours, Baby.” Caleb said sweetly. That’s when he felt it. Blake was starting to play with the cheerleader’s hole. The man knew how to eat. It was firm and assertive, but gentle all at the same time. Grabbing onto the silk sheets for support, Caleb bit his bottom lip, trying to hold in his moans, but then, Blake went further south and found the port of entrance that he was longing for for the past six months. “ Oh God,” Caleb squealed. The quarterback ate the vaginal folds and opening like a carnal man drive by hunger, and it was incredible, clearly evident by the sounds of Caleb’s sensuous moans and soft effeminine squeals.

The athlete really knew how to eat, and he also knew how to kiss. Being lifted off his elbows and knees, Caleb found himself locked in a powerful kiss with his boyfriend. This particular one was passionate and affectionate. Lifting his arm up, Caleb took a hold of Blake's head, enjoying their kiss while playing with those black curls. As they embraced, the auburn haired boy could feel the athlete’s manhood pulsating between his legs. The lips of his pussy coat the giant’s shaft with it’s own juices. They were ready to become one. Caleb loved when Blake talked like that. So primitive and animalistic, but passionate and feral. It was such an arrousal to the little fem boy. Hearing what his boyfriend had to say, Caleb replied. “ I’m all yours, baby……..Make me yours.”

That’s when it happened. Holding onto the hand that caressed his man boob, Caleb felt it. He felt a massive foreign entity excavating the insides of his vagina canal. It was so big and so strong, Caleb couldn’t help but squeal like the bitch that he was. “ Oh baby,” he said in his adorable fem boy voice. “ OH MY GOD!!!!!” And with that, Blake’s manhood was buried it’s self deep inside the dark red head’s vaginal cavern. The walls of his vagina wrapped themselves tightly around the quarterback’s manhood. It was undeniable proof that Blake was a virgin, well least he was. In this sensuous, erotic and beautiful moment, Caleb and Blake had officially become one.

[pinkbussycunt]

@alphastoworship

No Daddy, I can't promise that. You raised me and then you showed me what it means to be a man. To taught me how to submit and give into my needs. You showed me what unconditional love really means, and I'm hungry for it. I need it. I can't wait till you get home. That dick is on my mind all day. It's all I think about. Let them thick. I don't care. You're the hero of this town, and you've been through hell. You've been denied love for too long, and all I want is to give you the love you need and deserve. I'm a Daddy's Boy, and proud of it.

[pinkbussycunt]

@alphastoworship

The day I met you changed my life.......forever. I thought I was going to die. I thought I wasn't going to make it out of those woods, but it took me a while to realize that you're not a monster. You're a man. A man who's never known love; a man who was desperate for love. That's when I realized we were the same. I never felt it either, and when I look into those eyes, I knew we could experience it together. I was destined to meet you. I'm proud to be your wife. I love being your bitch.

#proudwife

#manwife

#proudbitch

[pinkbussycunt]

@alphastoworship

I am always rooting for you, on and off that field, Baby. You are always a winner to me, win or lose. Alpha's never loose, and you're my Alpha. Just thinking about you gets my pussy wet. Sometimes I can't focus on cheerleading because watching you dominate the field turns me on so much. I want your team mates to watch. I want them to always know that I belong to you. Shower after a game? That's an insult. I'm a bitch, your bitch, and this bitch LOOOOOVE the way you smell. I can't get it out of my mind. You brought out the sex crazed slut on me, and all I want is to get fucked by that dick until the day I die.