[thethirddeadlysin]

[sloptown]

Yes please..

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

With a victorious growl, I buried myself all the way between those plump cheeks of his. I felt his muscular body quiver underneath me as I pumped another batch of semen into his ruined ass.

My God. His pussy seemed to be getting better every week.

“Great job, mister Rhodes,” I said, pulling out of his hole and wiping myself clean on his thighs. “That’s another pass for you.”

I grinned at the fucked-out jock before me, and gave his sore bubble butt a good slap. An uncomfortable groan escaped his lips. He was clearly trying his best to keep everything inside; the stud was holding two loads of mine between those perfectly rounded cheeks.

“T-thanks, professor,” Josh muttered, blushing like a little girl. I could see the shame in his pretty eyes. He hated this, more than anything. He hated me, and he hated himself for letting me do this to him.

I let my hand roam that muscular back, feeling up those boulder shoulders, squeezing his strong arms. A perfect physique, crafted through years of football and fitness. He was the prettiest boy in town, the Big Man on Campus, and he had always been my favorite student.

“C-can I get dressed now, sir?” Josh tried. 

I chuckled, and dug my nails in his meaty biceps. “Oh? Not in the mood for a shower, are you?”

“No, sir, it’s just that I… I-I really gotta go. It’s getting pretty late already,” he mumbled. Normally, I would’ve fucked his poor ass again, just because he had the balls to give me such a lame excuse. But he had done exceptionally well, today. I decided to let him go back to his dorm.

The jock awkwardly got up from the bed, careful not to let any cum spill from his ruined cunt. He had made that mistake before, and it had cost him dearly at the time.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, mister Rhodes?” I asked, when he reached for his shorts. His handsome face got even redder. Maybe he’d hoped I had forgotten about this part of our little ritual. The stud sighed, and slowly pulled down the pouch on his jockstrap, revealing its slimy contents. As per usual, he had creamed himself multiple times during our encounter.

I grinned at the sight, and scooped up some of his potent cum with my fingers. I brought my hand to his chest, and carefully wrote ‘A+’ on his left tit. Then I grabbed my phone, and took a photo of the embarrassed jock and his new grade, documented with his own semen. He looked beautifully miserable.

“There we are,” I snickered. “Now you can go.”

Josh kept his head down, and got into his shorts as quickly as he could without releasing the loads from his ass. He put on his shirt and sneakers, grabbed his phone, and made his way toward the door. But before he left, the stud opened his mouth once more.

“H-how many?” he muttered, slowly looking back at me. I could tell he was getting close to tears.

“Hmm?”

“How many more times have I got to do this?”

“Currently, I think there’s three more terrible grades you have to make up for,” I said. “But as long as you keep failing my class, mister Rhodes, and keep adding Fs to your list, we are going to be doing this many, many more times. Exams are coming up, and we both know how good you are with those.”

His cheeks were burning red, his pretty eyes wet with frustration, and he was clenching his fists so hard it looked painful. But there was nothing he could say or do to escape this living nightmare.

“Unless you’d rather fail, of course,” I continued. “And lose your spot on the team. Would you prefer that, Joshua?”

The jock softly shook his head. Of course not. He would do anything for football. Even if that meant getting his ass pounded by his pervy old professor, over and over again.

“So, dear boy. Same time, next week?”

“Yes, professor. Good night, professor.”

[firebootrik]

[daddys-little-faggot-deactivate]

You just know that the one in the middle has been tagged team by the other two

[gaybutnotvanilla]

All three, having been recently promoted, were assigned to the same ship. The S.S. Diepcum was set for a six-month tour of duty.

Now that the three were assigned to a ship, the one in the middle hoped that the other two would not consider tag-teaming again.

That lasted a week.

Then the other two spitroasted him.

His attempts to escape, and his shouts for help that were quickly muffled by a cock in his mouth, caught the attention of the nearby curious crew.  The crew broke out in cheers as the two began to cum inside their spitroasted buddy. The ship’s captain, taking a ship tour with the ship doctor, just happened to be walking by their quarters at the time and stopped to see what was occurring.  

“Attention! Captain on deck!”

The crew snapped to attention.  The two pulled out, standing with their pants around their ankles but with their still-erect, dripping cocks extending out from underneath their uniform shirts.  Meanwhile, the spitroasted one stood up, staying between them.  His pants were also around his ankles, but he displayed a flaccid cock.  He had cum on his mouth and ass.

“At ease but for you three,” ordered the captain.  All three stayed saluting at attention.

“We don’t condone homosexuality on this ship!” the captain began. “However, men’s needs must be met somehow over the next six months. And on a ship of this size, we must all share outlets.

“Accordingly, once a fag *has* been identified and bred, the fag serves as ship slut from then on.”

“Yipe!  Sir? Permission to speak?” asked the one in the middle, a note of panic in his voice.

“Denied. Stay at attention.  Now, for ease of identification, the fag gets to have his cock locked up, signifying his availability to any sailor with a need.  It also makes the fag much more amenable to his duties over time.  Doctor?”

“Yes, sir.  I have a device right here that should fit perfectly.  Just give me a second….”

“Good,” the captain replied. 

“There. Nothing quite as conclusive as the sound of that lock clicking shut. We thank you two for doing your duty in bringing a new ship fag to our attention.  You three can provide the officers with a show on Friday night.

“That is all. Carry on.”

And as the captain walked away, the other crew approached the new ship slut, zipping down their flies in the process.

[vladcastleworld-blog-blog-blog]

[top4jock]

You can probably tell Luke was a jock. Hot bod, hot girlfriend, hot car, rich family. But last Saturday, he got a little wasted at a fraternity party and ended up sucking my cock.

“Where are you going, Luke?” I spotted him as he finished doing laps, on the end of the field furthest from the parking lot.

“Sorry, dude. I can’t stop. Jen is waiting for me in the parking lot. I am taking a shower then taking her out to dinner. I owe her for not taking her out on Saturday night.”

“You mean when you were sucking my cock, swallowing load after load of my cum while your girlfriend sat home alone?”

“Yeah,” he sounded embarrassed, and stared at his feet as we walked along the inside lane of the track.

“Well, I suppose it is a good thing you are taking her out tonight, then.”

“Why is that?” Luke asked.

“Because this Saturday, I am going to teach you how to take a man’s cock deep in your ass.”

“Please, no,” Luke was almost begging, still looking down, not at me. “Don’t do that.”

“I am going to get my cock all the way up inside you, and shoot loads of my cum deep inside you. Then I’ll let you lick my cock clean before I go at you again. I want to get you pregnant.”

“Please, no,” Luke said again, this time falling to one knee, but still looking down. “Please don’t do this to me.”

“What’s the matter, bro? You’re a tough guy, I am sure you will be able to take it.”

I moved to stand in front of him, and I saw why he was so panicked. His cock was rock hard, and the tip was sticking out of the waistband of his shorts. He had not been talking to me, he had been talking to his cock. I laughed.

Luke looked up at me. “Please, I will let you do whatever you want on Saturday, just please leave me alone right now.” I could hear the desperation is his voice.

“Am I making you hard by talking about how I am going to make you my bitch?You just said I can do whatever I want to you on Saturday. I can tie you up, smack you around, piss on you, whatever I want? Do you want to suck me off right now, right here?”

“Fuck, dude! Stop it!” Luke was almost screaming, He looked back towards the ground. If Jen had her windows rolled down, I bet she heard it. But it was too lake for Luke. He shot a huge wad of cum all over his chest, and even managed to get some on his face, curled up the way he was. He looked around for something to clean himself. He had no pockets. and the artificial surfaces on the field and track offered no help.

“See you Saturday, Luke, “ I said, walking away. “And wear what you have on now. I like it.” I could not wait to see if he turned up on Saturday covered in cum.

[boysgallery]

[deactivated-blog]

Joe was talking the walk of shame, he’s certain of he heterosexuality but he went to the club and woke up in a mans bed, he asshole sore and still leaking cum. He left his cum stained shirt and went out the door, trying to figure out how he was going to get the metal chastity off.

[derek-chadwick-deactivated20191]

[gaymasterforstraightslaves-deac]

Derek bit his lip. Sitting across the park from him, his Master played with the phone app for the vibrating plug Derek had up his ass. The challenge was simple. Pretend that there was nothing going on.

But the rhythmic pulses deep within him felt like his Master’s cock thrusting up inside, making Derek’s leg muscles quiver in tension. In. Out. In. Out… he squirmed on the bench. His cock slowly stiffening.

The straight slave knew that any moment he was going to cum in his pants. He knew who owned him…

[yournakedservant]

[mrstalkersboys]

Since arriving at Mr Stalker’s Exclusive Island of Lost Boys Luxury Caribbean Resort and Spa, Nick, the cocky little stud who didn’t believe the Island was real, has had ample time to reflect on what has become his new reality. He has been kept hanging around for a long time, and it’s lucky he is so fit, or the agony he is feeling in his shoulders might be unbearable. It is taking his mind off the burning he can still feel from the brand he was given on his right butt cheek, which reads “Property of Island of Lost Boys” around the outside, and has a large B in the center, denoting his position as a Boyslut. Mr Stalker normally doesn’t like to put permanent marks on his boys, but Nick is a special case. From time to time, one of the Island Resorts Outragiously Wealthy guests will pay Nick a visit to make use of the boys mouth or pussy, and dump another load of rich mans cum into the newly made slut, and while they fuck him, they describe to Nick in graphic detail how they will use his hot young muscleboy body once he is cut down. Nick has started drifting in and out of delirium, with the pain wracking his strong, youthful body, but he is pretty sure Mr Stalker stopped by briefly a few minutes ago to ask Nick a question… “Real enough for you now boy?”

[leesfcastro]

[straighthell-stories]

“See anything you like, Coach Williams?  Something that might interest you?”

“Oh, I see a lot that I like, Justin.  A lot.  And, from what Coach Stevens has told me, there’s a lot more to see.  A lot more.”

“Yeah, Coach.  I figured you and Coach Stevens were friends.  I figured he might let you in on all I had to offer - if I’m given the right incentive.”

“And I assume, Justin, that the right incentive would be to make you team captain.”

“Well, Coach, I’ve got to admit I’d think it would look real cool on my resume if I could put down ‘captain of his high school wrestling team’ alongside ‘captain of his high school soccer team.’  I think that might really impress college recruiters.”    

“Well, Justin, I think that could be arranged.  But you need to understand one thing.  I’m not a cocksucker, like Coach Stevens.  It’s not boy-dick I’m interested in - it’s boypussy.  You want to be captain of the wrestling team, you’re gonna have to bend over and take it up the old shit-chute.  And it’s not gonna be a one-time thing, either.  I expect more than smashing your boy-cherry.  I expect you to become my little fuckboy for the rest of senior year.  And, in return for that, you get to be captain of the wrestling team and I’ll give you a glowing recommendation to any college you’re interested in.”

“You want to fuck me?”

“You got it, boy.  I want to fuck you.  That’s what I want.  Now the question is do you want to be team captain enough to give me what I want?”

“Shit.  I don’t know about that.  I’ve never been fucked before.”

“Boy, I figured on that.  That’s what makes it so attractive - the chance to grab a stud-boy’s cherry and then break him in real good.  That’s why I’m willing to make you captain even though by rights the position should go to Marty.  He’s a way better wrestler than you and does a lot more for the team.  But I’m willing to ignore those points in Marty’s favor if you’re willing to become my fuckboy for the rest of the year.”

“How often would I have to let you fuck me, Coach?”

“Whenever I want to, boy.  Whenever I want to.  But I promise you this, it won’t ever be more than twice in any single day.  I’ll give you that.  So, Justin, do we have ourselves an agreement?  You gonna become the team captain AND my fuckboy?”

“Fuck, Coach.  Getting bitched out wasn’t something I was planning on.  But, Jeez, I really want to be captain.  So, okay.  Yeah, I’ll be your fuckboy if that what it takes to become captain.”

“Justin, I think you’ve shown a lot of maturity in being willing to do what it takes to achieve your goals.  And, just so you know, being a trained fuckboy will stand your in good stead with any number of college coaches, too.  It will definitely be a useful skill-set for your college wrestling career.  But enough talk.  It’s time to seal our deal.  So why don’t you get out of those clothes and let me introduce you to a whole new world - the world of stud-boy bitches.  It’s gonna hurt, I’m not gonna lie to you, boy.  But, over time, you’ll get used to it.   Hell, there’s a good chance you’ll come to enjoy it.  Even if you don’t, though, you can still console yourself with the knowledge that you’re now captain of the wrestling team.  So, come on, captain, strip down.  It’s time to get your cherry popped.”

“Whatever, you say, Coach.  Whatever you say.”

[alphafitphotography]

[gaymasterforstraightslaves-deac]

Todd wasn’t fooling anyone. Gary knew where the new car had come from. He knew why Todd wasn’t wearing a shirt and that under those shorts his cock was in a chastity cage and he had a butt plug shoved up his ass.

Gary walked over to his straight friend and pinched his nipple.

“I know your Master bought you this car and told you to come over and give me a lift to the beach. He texted me while you were driving over.”

Todd gasped and blushed.

“Gary…”

“Shhh, boy. I paid good money to have you for the day. You will call me Sir.”

“Yes Sir.”

Todd smiled slyly. “Will you be wanting the full service, Sir?”

Gary grinned.

“All of it, boy.”

Todd pulled off his shorts and climbed into the car naked.

“Then you may do with me as you wish, Sir. My Master is clear that I am to obey.” Todd winked at his friend. He couldn’t wait to get started.

[teamcapns]

[straighthell-stories]

It was a hot night in Afghanistan and Deke had just finished sending his girlfriend an email and a photo of himself stripped to the waist.  He was missing her a lot these past few days and, after he signed off the internet, he thought he’d rub one off just to relieve his growing tension.  Just as he was beginning to get aroused, remembering how it felt to fuck his girlfriend’s pussy, Stef walked into the tent.  Seeing Deke in action, he smiled and asked, ‘Hey, bro, you need a hand/”

Deke was surprised by the offer and, as he thought about it, intrigued.  After a long moment of silence, he glanced over at his buddy and said, ‘Yeah, Stef, maybe you could give me a hand here.”  The rest of the platoon was out on patrol so nobody else was around and he thought it might be cool to have another dude jacking off his meat for a change.  Deke could tell that Stef hadn’t expected his answer but his buddy was game. With a sly grin on his face Stef walked over and started jacking Deke’s hard cock.

Deke was surprised just how good it felt having Stef jack him.  He got so into the erotic sensations he was feeling that he didn’t even notice Stef slip a hand between his legs and begin rubbing his puckered rosette.  He didn’t notice it until Stef suddenly jammed a rigid finger through Deke’s sphincter and up into his anal channel.

“What the fuck man?” he asked, his eyes widening with shock.  “What the fuck are you doing, bro?”

“Relax, bro, relax,” Stef soothed, as he began softly moving his digit back and forth inside Deke’s hole.  Deke was about to voice an angry retort when Stef’s finger collided with Deke’s prostate.  It was like an electric shock had ricocheted throughout his body.  “Oh, fuck, man, Oh, fuck,” Deke murmured.

“That’s it, bro.  Go with it.  Go with it,” Stef urged, intentionally beating a tattoo against Deke’s prostrate.  In just seconds, Deke was thrashing around on the cot, moaning in sexual arousal as the pleasure just kept cascading through his body.  “Oh, God.  Oh, God.  That feels so fucking good.  So fucking good.”

Deke was so caught up in the incredible sensations washing over him that he didn’t even notice when Stef added a second finger and then a third.  Deke was just writhing all over the cot now, scarcely aware of what was going on until he opened his eyes and was shocked to see that Stef was now naked and was lifting Deke’s legs over his shoulders.  

“No, man.  No, man.   Don’t,” he pleaded, suddenly aware of the precarious situation he was in.  

“Sh, Deke,” Stef responded, placing his fingers firmly on Deke’s lips.  “Trust me, Deke.  It’ll be okay.  It’ll be great.”  And with that, he thrust his hips forward, driving his fully tumescent Man-cock deep inside Deke’s anal fuck-chute.

“Argh,” Deke loudly groaned as his back-hole erupted in pain as it was violated for the first time by a hard-driving penis.  He felt Stef’s fingers clamp down on his mouth, muffling his scream.  He began struggling against his buddy, trying to dislodge his bro’s dick as it continued to bore deeper and deeper into his ass.  

But Stef had the advantage of both size and position and he used both to begin fucking his big dick in and out of the tight, furnace-like confines of Deke’s no longer virgin fuck-hole.  

Beneath him, Deke continued to struggle, though little by little his efforts lessened as the futility of his situation became apparent.  He was being fucked, fucked like a bitch, and there was nothing he could do about it.  He could feel the tears of pain and frustration seeping down his cheeks, which just served to make his humiliation even worse.  He was being raped and he was powerless to protect himself.  All that was left for him was revenge.

But even as those thoughts of revenge were crystalizing in his mind, Deke became aware that despite all the pain he was feeling as Stef continued to fuck him, his own dick was hardening up.  He was becoming aroused as Stef continued to fuck him.  And suddenly all the pain Deke was feeling, all the feelings of shame and humiliation that had overwhelmed him, seem to morph into an aching hunger, a sexual hunger whose intensity shocked him.  And before he even realized what he was doing, Deke started raising his ass up to meet Stef’s downward thrusts.  And he heard himself begging, pleading with Stef.  “Oh, yeah, man.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me hard.”

And Stef did exactly what Deke begged him to do - he fucked him hard.  Hard enough that Deke thought Stef might split him in two; hard enough that Deke thought he might never be able to walk again.  And yet Deke never stopped urging him on, begging Stef to fuck him harder and harder.  Until, in a blinding climax, they both shot their loads at the same time, Deke’s shooting far up into the air, Stef’s spraying deeply inside Deke’s ravaged anal manpussy.  

Deke had no idea how long it took him to recover from his incredible orgasm but, when he did, the first thing he was aware of was the feeling of Stef’s hard cock, still buried in his ass-hole, but beginning once again to move in and out, in and out.  Deke opened his eyes to see Stef smiling down at him.  “That was really great, bro, wasn’t it?  Better than even I thought it would be.  What say we go for another one - you and me?”

Deke was about to protest when he heard himself groan again.  God, it felt so good.  Stef’s cock felt so good inside his fuck-hole.  Deke could scarcely believe just how good it felt - how right.  So Deke found himself smiling back at his buddy.  “Sounds good to me, bro. Sounds good to me.”  And as the two of them began rutting away in mutual lust, all thoughts of Deke’s girlfriend - his former girlfriend - had been overwhelmed by the realization that Deke didn’t want Stef to ever stop fucking him.  Ever.

[sxfmrt]

Let’s Put on a Show

Luis had been having the worst luck recently.  First he got in a car wreck, then his girlfriend kicked him out before taking up a new lover the next day , and worst of all he lost his job at the firm and had to take up bussing tables for a living.  Luis was lucky in that he didn’t have to look long before finding an affordable place to live, unfortunately that place was just a second bedroom at this weird guy’s apartment.  He was glad for a place to stay, but his crowded into one small room he didn’t have much space to unpack, and everything looked like a mess as a result.  

The roommate’s name was Frank and he mostly kept to himself.  He was just an average working guy with brunette hair and a constant 5 o'clock shadow.  He wasn’t really out of the ordinary, and was decently in shape.  Luis couldn’t help but compare his toned latin physique against his roommate.  Luis worked out enough to make sure the women always stopped to stare, and he wasn’t sure, but could have sworn he caught Frank checking out his body on a few occasions.  Luis didn’t want to blow up at his new roommate cause he needed a place to stay, but out of disgust tried to avoid ever being anything less than fully clothed around Frank. Things were going well for a while until Luis’ bad luck kicked in and once more he lost his job.  Unsure how to afford just base rent, Luis started searching the web for a job, and rather quickly got distracted looking at pictures of girls showing off their breasts before he was struck by an idea.  The next day Luis dipped into his meager savings to buy a camera and set up an account as an amateur porn star.  Luis was awkward for the first few videos, but it seemed people liked his body well enough to tip. The tips would spike when Luis would strip down and reveal the monster between his legs.  It seemed to drive the girls on the site wild to see him work his dick.  

Gradually his fan base grew and so did his openness with his body.  He started taking requests and once he was making almost as much as he made at the firm, he was certain he could ride this out for quite some time.  Luis was ecstatic when paying his rent and noticing how much he had left over.  Frank seemed pleased for the rent and flashed Luis a strange smirk that made him want to retreat back to the safety of his room away from Frank’s gay roaming eyes.

The only downside was that it became clear that many of his followers were gay men.  Although it didn’t sit well for all those gay pervs to be checking him out, money was money.  On top of it all he occasionally got gifts both for personal use, and for the show.  He threw out the gay stuff he received and kept the cool swag from the rest of his viewers.  One day a flood of requests came in during his video sessions and he noticed they were all requests to do gay shit, and in annoyance he started booting all the gay pervs thinking he could survive without their sick fantasies. He then posted on his profile and all his videos “Fags not welcome!!!” Ha! That’ll stop them! A few weeks later, picking up his mail, Luis noted a baby blue box wrapped in a bow with a label reading “Big Boy’s Bakery”. Chuckling to himself, he unwrapped the bow and opened the box only to be hit with an overwhelming aroma of chocolatey goodness!  Inside was a box full of the most delicious smelling brownies he had ever smelt.  They looked amazing.  Inside was a card reading: “From your closest fan,  Enjoy this pick me up before your next big show!  Hope it’s as sweet as these brownies! P.S. Don’t eat them all in one sitting or they’ll go straight to your hips!” Luis laughed as he carried the brownies towards his room with another package with a similar colored box, but no label.  Curiously he placed the brownies down on his bed, and opened the box as he grabbed a brownie.  He opened the box to find some women’s silk panties, or was it just a gay man’s set of panties….either way…gross!  He threw the panties away in disgust and took a bite of his brownie.  His mouth was overwhelmed by the eruption of molten chocolate in his mouth!  He let out a moan, much to his own surprise, and sheepishly looked around at an empty room before quickly devouring the rest of the brownie and grabbing several more.   As he ate, Luis set up his webcam show.  Something was driving him to just start stripping down.  Maybe he would just start with the action today he thought as he downed yet another brownie.  As he slid down his shorts he noticed they had a little resistance from behind before finally sliding down.  He decided he needed to go clothes shopping after this before kicking away his shorts and downing yet another delicious treat.  As he was readying the camera, he looked down and noticed the panties again.  What the hell he thought.  If they made such delicious brownies he could dress in the faggy underwear once.  Maybe it would highlight his delightful as he thought before shaking his head and wondering why he cared about that. He slid on the underwear, noting they were baggy in the back and clearly not correctly sized, but he slid them up anyways.  Strangely he thought they felt amazing on his ass, and almost like a perfect fit.  Shrugging he started his show.  As the show went he started flexing and rubbing his body.  His hands slid down to his ass and groped it for the viewers and for some reason he felt more comfortable showing his ass than his dick today.  As a matter of fact he was having trouble getting his dick up so he hid it from the camera.  That was until he accidentally touched his taint, and it sprung to attention. Luis let out a soft moan and began playing with himself through the underwear.  He didn’t notice, but his chat room was flooding with gay request and admiration for the way his ass was beginning to bubble out of his lingerie.  Luis became so lost in pleasuring himself through his new backside pleasure point he didn’t notice his ass pushing the underwear down further and further until he slid a finger in his hole and began moaning.  He started fucking himself with his fingers using spit as lube until he realized he wanted, no, NEEDED more!  He fumbled around his room without taking one of his hands out of his ass and found a flashlight which he wrapped in a pre-lubed condom before fucking himself with abandon for his viewers. With more and more thrusts his moans grew louder until anyone in their apartment could have heard him and with a final thrust of the flashlight he came. It flew everywhere, including his mouth, and with one taste he was greedily scooping up his cum and eating it before realizing he was still on the show and quickly turned it off.  He was ashamed of what he had just done.  He had just fucked himself like a fag.  He wasn’t gay he just had…urges, yeah urges.  He thought to himself as he absently kept his fingers pumping in and out of his ass and licking up the last drops of cum.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Luis tried to pull up the undies, but looked back in shock realizing his ass now jutted out in two massive glutes behind him.  He wouldn’t fit in normal clothes with an ass like that.  His hand reached up and spanked himself lightly turning him on again before he turned to answer the door to find Frank grinning lustfully. “I guess you got the gift from your CLOSEST admirer Luis, huh?” “Woah I’m not gay, I just have….urges….” he said as he hungrily looked down and his eyes locked on franks tented shorts.  Immediately he fell to his knees and his ass jiggled.  Frank smacked Luis ass causing a powerful moan to escape Luis’ lips.  He walked by Luis, turned back on the camera and stripped as he made his way back to Luis.   “Cum on buddy! Let’s put on a show!”   

[luz-natural]

[top4jock]

“What does Jamie have that I don’t?” She asked. She would not win this argument. There was no way I was going to fuck her. Nor was I going to be convinced that I made a mistake “deciding” I was gay. I figured I would have a little fun with her, though, as I put my arm over his shoulder.

“Most importantly,” I started, “Jamie has a clear understanding of who he is, and who I am. There is no uncertainty, awkwardness, or hesitation between us.”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked.

“When was the last time your husband asked you for sex?” I asked

She seemed a bit embarrassed, “Last night.”

“So you had sex last night?” I asked.

“No, I did not want to do it,” she admitted.

“Well, I have never asked Jamie for sex. When I want him, I just take him. If I do not feel like fooling around first, I can just get right to fucking him. I do not need to be gentle if I do not want to be. And I cum wherever I want. In his ass, in his mouth, on his face, or on his body. I can slap him, spank him, even spit on him. When I am done, I do not have to worry about getting him off. I do not need to cuddle him if I do not want to. I can doze off, take a shower, dismiss him, take him again, whatever I want. So that is another thing Jamie has that you do not: a need to please me sexually with no desire for his own orgasm.  ”

“That I understand,: she said. “My husband almost never gives me an orgasm.”

“Yes, but you want the orgasm. Jamie would be humiliated if he had an orgasm while having sex because he knows it would distract him,” I continued.

“When was the last time your gave your husband a deep throat blow job to the point you were almost puking?” I asked her.

“I don’t give my husband blow jobs,” she said disdainfully. “But I might be willing to do it for you.”

“I doubt you have the skill to do it right, Jamie gives me a deep throat blow job every morning. He is good at it because he loves doing it. He is my alarm clock. After he swallows my cum, he thanks me for letting him have it. Then he goes to make me breakfast while I shower and get dressed. Would you do that for me?” I pushed her.

“I don’t usually eat breakfast,” she said.

“That is your choice, but would you make breakfast for me?” I asked her.

“Only if I was making it for myself,” she said. “I would not be your slave.”

“Jamie is not my slave. He does all the cooking and cleaning not because I demand it, but because it  makes him happy to do those things for me. He works out his mind and body to keep in shape so I can use them however I want. He does these things not because I order him to do them, but because making me happy makes him happy. That is the ultimate thing Jamie has that you will never have.”

She knew she had been beat. But more than that, she now had a new respect for Jamie that she did not have before. She was beginning to see just how awesome Jamie really was.

[hunkville-deactivated20180411]

I sit next to Graham on the couch and let an arm go around his back to hold him in his middle on his other side. My ruggedly haired brother turns to me and places his right arm on the back of the seat as his chiseled and incredibly beautiful face moves closer. Our lips touch, just tentatively, as always. It’s how we talk, always aware of each other’s closeness, showing our love for each other with the smallest ever kisses on the lips. It’s so nice, and causes us both to get all goosey over our young surfer bodies again and again.      “You have your hand in my crotch again,” I say, breathing into his mouth. He did it once before, yesterday actually, but the moment I objected he took his hand right away though.      “Sorry ‘bout that. I always am this forward when I’m with a boy, you know that. I’m a bit of an aggressive lover.” I shiver as I feel his hot breath in return wash over my face while he explains himself.      “But, you’re keeping your hand still on my cock!” I sigh, pecking his beautiful lips, enjoying how he keeps his eyes closed and I take it as a sign he still truly loves me and enjoys being with me.      “I know, but since yesterday I’ve come to the decision I can touch my brother wherever I want, whenever I want. What you say ‘bout that?” His lips brush softly over mine now.      “My motto is ‘Familia Supra Omnia’ after all.”      “Mm-mm,” Graham crows, “Family Over Everything,” and I feel his fingers knead amicably into my soft and covered cockflesh, and I love it.

[caesarwv]

Patrick knew the man was following him. Once out of view from anyone, Patrick stopped. The man moved closer and openly groped Patrick’s muscular ass. Patrick closed his eyes as his ass was roughly grabbed and the meaty cheeks were squeezed by the pair of strong hands. Patrick was breathing hard. He never had this happened. He always considered himself a straight, strong alpha male, but he found himself aroused as his ass was man handled. Patrick leaned on the wall to brace himself as his shorts were pulled down. He wore only a jockstrap under the shorts that framed his flawless muscular ass. He heard the stranger unzipped his pants. Patrick breathed harder, he couldn’t believe that he allowing it. “Relax, baby,” the man whispered into Patrick’s ear as he wrapped his arms around his lean muscular body. Patrick let out a deep moan as he felt the stranger’s thick cock pressing against his tight virgin hole.

[caesarwv]

[hotguysserveme]

It all started at the swiming pool showers. Trent thought he was better then all the gym meatheads, who wanted to get as big as possible. He had lot of muscle, but swam a lot to have a great stamina. It also got him a nice ripped body, with lot of bonuses: he always could get someone hot to fuck, when he wanted and he made some money on the side as a athletic model. He was a 24 year old hunk, who never lacked confidence.

Until one day, when he was showering naked, letting everybody admire his amazing physique. Trent’s cock wasn’t big, just 5 inches, but it never really bothered him. But that day, he saw some young 18yo kid entering the showers. Kid stood next to him and took off his trunks off, revealing huge cock. It was soft, but already had 6 inches. Trent would normally just feel a sting of envy, but would get over it. But the kid looked him straight in the eye, then at Trent’s dick, then back at Trent, there was huge grin on kid’s face. Trent couldn’t believe that, some kid making fun of his dick. He turned around humiliated, but couldn’t help but peak again. Frickin kid saw that and came closer to Trent, much more than Trent was comfortable with. 18 year old said “Big, isn’t it?”. Trent was taller than him and looking down on him, and yet he still felt small. “Much bigger than yours”. “Yeah”, Trent mumbled. “How long is your tiny dick?”, asked the boy. “5 inches”, Trent answered. He didn’t know why, he shouldn’t be doing that, but he just couldn’t defy this well-hung teen, who made him feel so tiny. The teen laughed, “Mine’s already bigger, boy”. Why is that kid calling him boy?

“You wanna see how big it can really be”, 18 year old asked Trent, and added, while Trent wasn’t answering, “Of course you want, boy. I’m Adrian. We’re going to my hotel room”.

When they were in the corridor leading to teen’s room, Adrian ordered Trent to take off his shirt and make a sexy, cocky swagger across the corridor. Trent was full of humiliation, but with his training as a model, he knew how to do it. He flexed all his muscles, trying to regain some confidence.

Adrian loved it: athletic, tall, handsome and dominant hunk coming to his room, not as a top, but as his bitch. “I deserve that”, Adrian thought to himself, admiring Trent’s body.

Trent entered kid’s room and was ordered to get on his fours. Adrian sat on his bed, flipped out his soft cock and ordered Trent to crawl, but stopped him, when hunk tried to touch Adrian’s cock.

“You think it’s a quick blowjob and you’re done, boy?”, Adrian told Trent, kneeling between his legs. “Oh no, I’m gonna use you just as I fancy. You’re gonna learn, who’s the boss here and who is just a toy”.

Trent was looking up, confused, awaiting orders from this dominant kid. He couldn’t help, but start to admire the kid, feel that this 18 year old is way more superior.

“Start kissing my dick, until I get bored, boy. With proper respect!”, kid ordered. And by the 15th kiss, Adrian added “By the way, tell me that you’re exactly the kind of hot guy I deserve”.

“I’m exactly the kind of hot guy you deserve… sir”, Trent replied and got back to kissing teen’s cock.

[undefinedcollections-deactivate]

Fucking finally! I’ve been waiting for the package for days! So much for expedited shipping…

Can you just sign on this tablet, and just see if the details are correct? The courier grinned.

Yeah yeah, muttering under his breath, he hastily signed the tablet, each stroke getting harder and slower to complete.

Yeah, just make sure the details are all correct and swirly, feels good doesn’t it?

Uh-huh, the man in the suit groggily and blankly said. He then proceeded to follow the man in the van and sat down on the front seat.

Hmm, unbuckle your pants, and let your cock out. Get it hard, said the man in brown, with a devilish cheeky smile on him.

Yes. said the clearly dazed man.

The courier proceeded to tease his customer, before eagerly sucking him dry. Although he loved it, the man did nothing to intervene but just sat there, like the empty doll he is. Maybe he could re-program him on his next mailing runs? He was a repeat customer of the courier company, and gets mail almost everyday.

Now, when you wake up, you will be happy and contented with your delivery, you want to get more things delivered with us, and you feel more attracted to me the more you see me around. Understood?

Yes, groaned the already-drooling man.

Wake up.

Oh uh, thanks for the package - Can I get your name so I can umm, put you down as my preferred courier?

Sure thing.

Controlled Express - “delivering with control in mind!”

[bondcyberrole]

come on…let them…whats the worse that can happen?

[masterboibinder]

Why not ask him that question again after he endures 10 hours of cock teasing and edging denial…?