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rus x henry cavill - once again big rus is fresh out of jail after some good behaviour. he hits up the closet bar in hopes of a) finding something to warm his cock and b) a nice cold beer to wet his whistle. the bar in question is a notorious biker gang hangout, full of hardened men just like rus. the first chance he gets he follows a man to a pisser cock already out and set on getting his cock wet for the night, instead he runs into the leader whose a truly homophobic cunt who brutalises rus in front of the biker gang and turns the hardened crim into his own personal cock warmer.

he’d driven the north-side outlaws out of his entire territory, disposed of the bandidos leader quite violently and arranged some drugs to be delivered by cargo tomorrow morning, so it was safe to say blaze had a lot on this plate today, and it was only half-past-one. he only stopped by the watering hole to check in on business and to take a quick piss, right away he noticed the stranger off to the side but thought nothing of it, he wasn’t a local after all he thought to himself as he nodded to the bartender and hit the pisser. mere moments before draining his balls he felt some meaty paws grope at his hairy ass, a finger near inches away from slipping into his hole, it was more than enough to provoke blaze to aggression as he slammed his head back, staggering rus long enough for blaze to turn around and catch the man in the stomach with a right hook. “anyone fucking knows this fairy?” blaze growled as he drug rus to the bar area once more, his heavy cock slapping against his thighs as blaze walked, “the faggot tried to feel me up like some sorority bitch” he smirked and pressed his boot over rus’s neck, aiming his cock down at rus’s face as he let loose a stream of hot piss over him, “benny go lock the front door, ‘bout time i gave russell here a good ole hells angels welcome to town”.

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perhaps he grew too accustomed to life in the slammer. rus saw a big, plump, fuzzy peach and quite honestly couldn’t help himself. he’s 100% straight, but in lock up one has to lower their standards to get off. dark cell with a fat ass is the perfect recipe, and with how hard he fucks it’s easy to get whatever unlucky bastard he turned out squealing like a chick. old habits die hard, which is why he went for blaze before he even knew what he was doing. and rus liked what felt up, actually got a little chub from feeling plump man ass. unfortunately his vision exploded with pain from getting his face head-butted in and he keeled over soon after thanks to the punch. he’s a groaning, bloody mess when he’s thrown to the ground and used like a urinal. no matter how much he shakes his head against hte pressure of the boot on his throat or spits the piss away, he can’t seem to keep it all from hitting his tongue. disgusting. he’s no fairy, and if this oversized cumdump thinks he can get the better of big dog rus, then he has another things coming. “oh i thought you’d want to kick your boys out. hate for them to see their boss faggasm all over my dick when i’m balls deep,” he chokes out, twisting his hands around blaze’s ankle. “no need to act like you didn’t want it. i see you.”

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for a moment conner wonders why he even marched off to his room, he has nothing of value to pack, the only thing he has of worth is his dog, krypto, who seems more than content lounging around in garfield’s room than any place else, so he has no intention of uprooting him with his departure, instead he resolves himself to simply jump out the window he needs no trouble himself with more goodbyes, but said plains are quickly interrupted by jasons arrival. he stares in awe at jason’s nudity, whilst he isn’t the first titan superboy has seen in the buff, he surely is the biggest though, he forgets about boundaries as he hastily walks on over to jason, wrapping a hand around his thick member and giving it a slow few tugs “it’s big” he stated simply as he took in jason’s well looked after body, “bigger than the men in the videos, even bigger then dicks and hanks” he reassured the other with smile as his own third leg started to harden, “i tried to bond with hank, he wished to wrestle beforehand though and did not take losing too kindly, we only bonded for mere moments before he asked me to pull out” he frowned as he recalled the story, hank whilst not terribly kind to him, was quite forthcoming in situations revolving his lower region, “but i would very much enjoy bonding… especially with you jason” conner stuttered slightly, as his pulse started to race, his cheeks flushing, he started to panic but in an instant he remembered reading one of rachel’s girly mags, describing these exact issues, it seems superboy was experiencing a crush for the first time.

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he’s always been a bit of a quick switch to turn on, so even with the mild shock of being grabbed and stroked jason’s growth is expected. he braces a hand on conner’s thick bicep, chuckling through his unsteady breaths while his cock stiffens to full mast. “yeah i always kinda suspected both of them are shit lays thanks to shimpy meat. especially when compared to me. i’m the man,” he says cockily. “but geez man, you’re gonna give me a complex. especially spouting that i’m big when you’re working with a monster.” yeah, seeing conner up close and growing ever harder is intimidating, but jason realizes now that none of the other titans are willing to step up to accommodate conner’s situation. he steels his nerves and goes for something even steelier, double-handing conner’s lenght with a nervous hesitation but stroking him all the same. it’s a bit awkward once he makes eye contact but he’s decided this is what must be done. “look, i wasn’t lying before. most people couldn’t handle bonding with you. hank is the expectation, not the exception. but maybe i could ... teach you some things to do with me while we wrestle to make it easier. alright? just...” god, how was he supposed to explain this? he chuckles a bit as he pushes conner’s hand away from tugging on him, glancing once more at his cute blushing face before squatting down. “here. use your mouth and hands to really turn me on. like this--” jason opens his mouth wide and slowly leans forward until he feels the thick monster threatening to breach his throat. only then does he wrap his lips around the shaft and pull back while sucking, one hand pumping the base, the other tugging on his balls. he only does this for a short while before he spins conner around by his hips. “then, you want to get my hole ready. use your tongue and fingers, like this--” those muscular super cheeks are gripped and spread apart, exposing conner’s virgin pucker which jason is eager to taste. he starts slow, licking circles around the sphincter but the moment his tongue slips inside, jason starts to feast, moaning as he does, so deep that he has to gasp for breath when pulls away and stands. more comfortable with the nudity now, he doesn’t mind letting his hands trail over conner’s body as he prowls back to the front, letting them slide up his bulky chest and neck. “bonding in real life is different than in the vids you saw. it’s all about ... feeling good. do you feel good?” he asks before leaning in for a kiss so conner can taste how sweet he is.

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warren ever so loves these little displays of spitfire from jojo, off and on for the past month his seen hints of it but jojo’s never brazenly challenged him quite like now, he must be getting tired of being used as constant army candy, or perhaps it’s the daily cock warming that’s finally made him crack, either way it brings a large grin to warren’s face. “if you wanted to leave you would’ve by now, i have no bodyguards to stop you and trust me i’m not simple-minded enough to think i would stand even the slightest of chances if it came down to a fight” he reaches over to tug jojo’s chin so the two lock eyes, “you might detest getting paid like a common whore, but there is no denying you love the benefits, the pampering and the luxury” he leans in just close enough to feign a kiss but pulls back last second with a laugh, “don’t think it hasn’t gone unnoticed you are using the home gym to preen yourself, are you sure those muscles of yours aren’t to show off to yours truly” his open palm glides down each of jojo’s abs, each one so powerful and strong and warren’s pole visibly reacts to it as he throbs under the water, “but go ahead jojo, leave, i’m sure you’ll make money for your family other ways, you have such an abundance of skills right?” he says with added venom, shaking his head mockingly.

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he hates this. he hates how he yearns for more from warren, how he can’t deny some of the things he says, how even now in the midst of the spite and hatred he feels all he can think about is how irritating that itch in the depths of his hole is. in a place jojo didn’t know could be touched before warren. leave? they both know the only reason warren says he can go is because he won’t. “does it really bring you that much joy to to try and break me all the time?” he questions with an accusatory tone. “fuck you, you’re just a spoiled bastard. i really fucking hate you.” despite his words, jojo’s hands glide gently over warren’s shoulders as he draws nearer. yeah, jojo might work out more but the other definitely is strong, that much can be learned with a simple touch. or a few hours being pinned a drilled, jojo’s personal favorite way to gauge warren’s strength. pressed up in between his thighs, he decides to do what warren wasn’t man enough to and pull the other in for a kiss. if that isn’t enough to express his desire he doesn’t know what will be. “stop being a buzzkill or i will leave,” he says, completely flushed after this forced forwardness. 

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a guy loses his hot shot job, house, and large sums of money all very quickly so hits up an old friend who’s kind enough to let him crash on the couch for a couple weeks while he tries to sort things out. little did he know his friend meant literally two weeks. he’s still homeless and needs to stay longer and his friend is more than willing to let him do so. for a price of course. if this former stud wants to keep living there rent free then he’ll have to essentially become his old friend’s live-in fagdump. this wouldn’t be so much of an issue if his friend wasn’t packing a triple beer can cock or wasn’t such a sadist about plundering his straight cherry. feat paul wesley (as the homeless one) & aaron taylor-johnson (as the triple beercan cock friend)

“dude have you even showered, jesus” jace sneered as he nearly tripped over a stack of beer cans discarded by the sofa. jace wished this wasn’t such a common occurrence, but between the constant state of nudity and the overflowing wasted beer cans, that jace had a sneaking suspicion had piss in them, he was exhausted of his best mates shenanigans, he could scarcely bring his own family home to this pigsty let alone some cheap whore from the bar down the street, so suffice to say he had a lot of pent-up frustration. “mate it’s been two fucking weeks, and you promised me you would get a job in that time” jace chastised, kicking his friends feet off the sofa and sitting down beside him, “i ain’t going to kick you out bro but god we need to work out some sort of arrangement and since you don’t have a dollar to you i can only think of other ways” he eyed up his mate as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid out his stupidly fat fucking cock.

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dexter grumbles as he sluggishly drags himself upright on the sofa. “i know i know, just get off my case alright? do you know how tough the job market is these days?” all he needed was a little time to destress from his life imploding. even though he’s biting the hand that’s feeding him so to speak, dexter can’t help but lash out at his old pal, a mixture of irritated and embarrassed by his circumstances. though, his display of irritation is nothing compared to the shock he expresses at jace’s little proposition. he knows he’s a sloppy wreck but geez does he really seem so desperate that he’d agree to do anything with the hole buster jace just flopped out? “you can’t be serious! ain’t no way we arranging anything with your dick out. there’s gotta be something else. you told me the couch was mine!” dex finds jace’s trouser snake intimidatingly large. he’s made up his mind, that thing isn’t going anywhere near his holes. jace will just have to accept some other form of payment. 

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Girl sends her new boyfriend to go pick up some stuff from her ex’s place. The ex sends him back with a gaped hole and a huge load in his face. the guy swears he’ll keep going back everyday until he can convince her ex to give all her stuff back. featuring; Derek Theler as the new boyfriend, Brenton Thwaites as the ex.

maybe it was the sweet little whimpers that escaped his lips, or even the way his hips pushed back every time he thrust deep, romeo was finally starting to see appeal in his ex-girlfriend’s new six-foot-six jacked boyfriend. once upon a time he’d been truly madly deeply in love with his ex, chloe, but like most high school romances theirs had slowly but surely fizzled out, hasted only by the discovery of romeo fucking the neighbor on the dining room table. romeo had been elated to find she’d moved on so quickly, while he simply enjoyed living the bachelor lifestyle, relishing in exploring his sexuality. the good vibes hadn’t lasted long before the incessant nagging from his beloved ex started, with phone calls and a barrage of messages at first, asking for furniture and knick-knacks that were rightfully romeo’s in the first place, when those fell on deaf ears out came the big guns, sending her mountain of a boyfriend over to no doubt intimidate him, but that even that had failed as shown by the new boyfriend on all fours on his bed, taking every last inch of his cock. “have to do better than that if you want her shit back” romeo joked as he slid out his cock, resting it against his crap as he gave the boyfriend a hard spank to his rump, “suppose chloe won’t learn about just how you got it back either big boy?” he teased and lashed out with another hard slap to the ass cheeks.

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bryson gets it now, he totally gets why chole’s been so irritable lately. getting dicked down daily by romeo then having to downgrade him? not to knock his own equipment, but even bryson is man enough to admit that his junk is is garbage compared to romeo’s godcock. and he has proof, throwing his meaty ass back thrust for thrust, bellowing like an animal as the other guy punches the depths of his guts. it’s heaven like he’s never experienced, and it’s sooo good that even he can’t help the girly whine he emits when romeo pulls out. “i can do better, so much better,” he assures, letting that heavy dick hot dog his red cheeks. he croons annd rocks his hips, desperate to do anything that’ll return the pleasure to his gaping hole. he’s not really sure how he ended up in this position, but all he wants now is to keep getting filled until his hole is nothing but a battered cumdump for his girlfriend’s ex. “i can keep coming back until i prove it. that’s what chloe wants anyway. for me to do whatever it takes to get her stuff back...” bryson looks over his shoulder, arches his back more, spreads his knees, whatever he can to entice romeo to keep on fucking him. “so if i can’t do it today, it’s no biggie. military men do not give up.” his body shudders as his turned out hole gets rubbed by romeo’s cock head. “please keep fucking me, just like you used to her.”

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despite being in close proximity to two mountains of men warren can’t help but feel thoroughly relaxed, unlike the sweltering hot and rowdy streets of new york, the inside of the limo, cool and relaxed, it’s everything the young buck needs, in fact warren’s almost blissfully back in dreamland when the booming voice to his left jolts him back to reality.

his initial reaction is to fire the blonde giant on the spot, how dare erlich interrupt his boss with such trivial nonsense such as fucking clothes, but he stops just short when the proposition is made, his eyes and ears perking up, not to mention a certain unmentionably part, “now that’s a surprise, big elrich batting for the other team” he chuckles but nevertheless removing his robe and spreading his thighs apart, beckoning for the blonde.

he glances over at beau, whos hardly fooling anyone with that nonchalant act he is pulling, “maybe if you show some initiative like elrich you wouldn’t be stuck babysitting the boss’s son” he smirks as he winks over at beau, warren can’t hold back any longer at pitting the two against each other, and hey perhaps with enough pushing he’ll have the two studs fighting over whose hole gets plundered first.

“i’ll be sure to let father know what a big help you’ve been today elrich”

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erlich knows he’s taking a huge risk by doing what he’s doing. he knows that he’s risking everything he’s gained since coming under the covington’s employ, but nothing ventured nothing gained. at it seems that the receptive young heir is helping erlich gain a new lot in life. all he can do is hope that this new job task helps in someway to make him more favorable to warren than beau is. 

with a gentle nod he shifts in the limo, falling to his knees between warren’s legs and taking his mighty meat in hand. the invitation, though nonverbal, is clear and after a few quick pumps to help spring his already growing cock to life, erlich leans forward to suckle on the head. he’s never done it before, but he finds that as the taste washes over his tongue, he simply craves more. erlich begins his decent down the shaft, doing what he can to take more and more of warren’s amazing dick into his throat, looking up at his boss for any sign of approval. he knows in this blueballed state, warren would be relentless with any reprimand but the small bit of praise he receives is at least enough to keep him going.

beau, however, can’t help but scoff at how pathetic erlich looks in that moment. not for exposing himself as a cocksucker to a boy practically half his age, but for being so damn bad at it. even he can tell from where he sits what a shit blowjob warren must be suffering. “sir, if i’ve ever done or said anything to imply that i don’t love my job, i sincerely apologize,” beau says cooly as he slides across the seat next to warren. one of his beefy arms gets draped across the leather, his massive frame pressing right up against his boss’s body. his other hand goes right to the back of erlich’s skull so he can give the blonde a helping hand, violently forcing his nose into warren’s pubes. “i assure you, i’m satisfied right where i am,” he says into warren’s neck, kissing him there and along his jawline, smirking at the feeling of erlich struggling and the sounds of his retching. beau keeps the other bodyguard there for a while so he can trail kisses down warren’s exposed torso, finally letting him up only when he damn well feels like it.

“if anyone is going to be a big help to you, it’s me,” beau says confidently over the sounds of erlich coughing and gasping. he keeps his eyes on warren as he slowly accepts the hardened, wet length all the way into his throat without gagging, only wrapping his lips around the thick base to suck once he reaches it. beau’s clearly had more skill, able to work his throat up and down without stopping in a way erlich couldn’t, but he’s not about to be out done. while beau sluts himself out on warren’s dick, a teary-eyed erlich eagerly dives into his balls, slobbing over the young man’s sac like there’s no tomorrow. 

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six months ago he was almost puking walking through the school corridors as the new kid on the block, fast-forward to present and life was practically perfect, he’d made friends, made running back on the football team, and last but not least found the love of his life in ryder, a man who still to this day makes him as giddy as a kid in a candy store. “surely my boyfriend isn’t trying to encourage me into spending time wrestling with naked and sweaty men in the locker rooms is he?” chuck raised an eyebrow curiously as he feigned to pull away before wrapping his arms around ryder’s shoulders and pulling him into a soft kiss, chuckling as the two pulled apart. “weird how you didn’t mind me all sweaty and musky when we went on that hike the other day, guess on school grounds my boyfriend suddenly has morals and doesn’t want to hump me like a rabbit” he playfully slapped ryder’s cheeks, chuck’s hand slowly sliding into ryder’s own ever so casually, “so… my parents are away, and my brothers won’t be home until tomorrow morning…” he swallowed nervously, whilst the two had enjoyed the delights of exploring each other’s bodies, neither had gone the whole way yet, chuck was anxious yet excited about the whole situation, “maybe we could have some fun, i have lube and condoms in my draw” he stuttered nervously, not that he’d honestly want ryder to use either, but he had been told to air on the side of caution.

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“i don’t know. sweaty, naked wrestling sounds hot. may even let you get away with it if you catch it all on film...” with the way ryder teases and looks at chuck, the way he’s so comfortable around his boyfriend, with the way he definitely wants to hump right now despite that powerful post-practice funk ... they’ve not fucked. sure, they’ve run around the bases a little bit (the hike in question a prime example) but a home run? up until that day it’s been out of the question. “some fun, huh? you haven’t worn yourself out yet stud?” ryder quips, giving his boyfriend’s crotch a soft smack. that right there is exactly why, well that and ryder’s simple observations. he’s been around the morgan house enough to hear the cries and screams through the walls. he’s seen the bowlegged sluts hobbling through the front door with cum practically squirting down their legs. going all the way with a morgan is no simple feat, and that fact alone’s been the source of ryder’s hesitation. but chuck looks so cute when he’s nervous, and after the day he’s had and the lust chuck has managed to ignite, ryder feels like he shouldn’t pass this chance up. “i’ll tell you what,” he says after a moment of playing with chuck’s sweat-damp hair. “i’ll drive, and if you do a good job of getting me worked up on the way to your house, we’ll hop in the shower together and see what happens.” with a finaly squeeze of his boyfriend’s hand and a playful smirk, ryder turns and walks hurridley off, spinning his key ring on his index finger. “you’re allowed to start now, by the way. if you’re not too distracted watching me walk away...”

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liam couldn’t help but notice how fucking pretty billy really was, the blond mop of hair combined with those pretty pink lips, liam could hardly not compare the boy rubbing his hands along his sweaty torso with the myriad of girls that’d come his way, he had half the mind to flop out his baby maker and let this closeted fag swallow his kids. he instead settles for a ruffle of billy’s blond locks as he takes up a seat next to him, legs and arms spread wide “i don’t think you have to worry about having kids out of wedlock or anything else billy my boy” he claps the youngster playfully across the back and takes another hit of the blunt, “what’s it like being a pastors’ son, i bet you barely have time to even jerk off” liam lets out a laugh as his hand travels down to take a hold of billy’s thigh, giving it a squeeze with a smile, “ya know if you ever need a place to… jerk off, even to fuck a girl or boy” he gave billy a cheeky win and continued on, “my place is always free, and i won’t utter a word to your pops”.

billy feels warm and hazy, not to mention all of liam’s casually touching plus the tone of their conversation are quickly turning the innocent boy on. “if i took you up on your offer i might have to worry about kids!” he quips, laughing uninhibitedly. “but it’s fine, i’m not really allowed to do ... that kind of stuff, even by myself. wouldn’t even know where to begin.” and it’s true. he knows what sex and masturbation are, he’s just never tried. despite this, his legs spread too, a clear indicator that his virginal existence isn’t compelling him to move liam’s hand from the inside of his thigh. billy, being new to weed, quickly succumbs to its effects and he spaces out for a moment, looking around the trailer in awe. “so ... you do that kind of stuff around here often? like ... even on his bed?” clearly the idea is sticking with billy, and clearly he’s imagining what that might look like. whatever fantasies he’s concocting are quick to make him chub up. with his legs all open as they are, all billy can do his grab his bulge and readjust for his comfort, but the contact makes him groan gently, even bite his lip some. “how many people have you done it with?”

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office life was already a chore as is, so the last thing either david or charlie needed was the further ups to hire some arrogant meathead that wore slacks far too tight to cover anything of modesty and who swaggered around like he was god’s gift to the world. david had been lucky one and avoided contact with the juiced jock all day, charlie on the other hand had the unfortunate pleasure of being seated right beside him and heard every bit of his life, by the time lunch had come around he’d been a toothpick away from ripping out his own hair, but then annoyance turned into anger, for both of them. the boasting of his prowess on and off the field soon turned to jokes of the racist variety, all directed at the only two asians in the room, and despite the fact no one laughed; he still continued on, well after lunch was over, it was then and there that the duo decided to take action.

besides the odd desk light left on and the three men, the office was dark and empty as charlie and david dragged the cuffed jock to the boss’s desk and bent him over, tearing the entirety of this clothing off him.

“this little shit really had the nerve to make jokes about our dicks when he has a tic tac between his thighs” charlie laughed as he slid out his own cock and held up to the jocks to compare, he was easily bigger and thicker.

“what’d expect from a guy that boasts about date raping his prom date” david smirked as he gave the jock’s pale ass a hard spank.

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carter is a big dog. the top dog. that’s the paradigm he’s functioned under through high school and college. why would he think that the work force after school would be any different? being his true, natural, alpha self had him drowning in pussy juice and possessing the ire of every beta-cuck who wished they were man enough to be him. it should be a privilege to merely be in his presence and even more so for him to to actually recount his tales of alphadom to the pitiful masses. 

so then why? why after a day of trying to help these soyboys (a name he threw at charlie and david while stretching the corners of his eyes) would they have the gumption to do this to him? strip him down, cuff him up ... it’s not fair, and the longer it goes on the angrier carter gets. like a beast, he rages against the binds that hold him however between the two men about to have a field day with his body, all his struggles do nothing to prevent him from being bent over a desk like a bitch and degraded like a bitch. 

“keep your puny fucking dick away from me!” carter roars after the first spank. “get your hands off of me! you wanna die today motherfuckers? how ‘bout you take these fucking handcuffs off then see how tough you both are. you two dickless cucks are too scared to take me on like men so you have to resort to cheap tricks, huh? i’d fuck both of you up if i got the chance, let’s go!” he screams, bucking against the desk but with the way david and charlie have him pinned carter isn’t going anywhere. 

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ryder feels the pint-sized stud go limp in his hold, which isn’t all that surprising considering the years worth of seed jayne’s balls deposited all over himself, ryder’s hand still lazily pumps at jayne’s impressive meat, the last few droplets oozing over his knuckles as he nips at the studs neck, “now that’s what we call a mess, who said soren was the captain of your team when clearly the real man is right here, i think you could even take creed” he can’t help but stroke jayne’s ego, the little guy grew from a boy to a man and ryder will be damned if this camping trip doesn’t unlock the inner beast in jayne. ryder can feel his bone still hot dog jayne’s cheeks, almost begging to slip inside and pound for glory, he wants to give in ever so desperately but playing around with jayne just feels so much better, he lets go of jayne’s hard on and slides out from behind him, gently laying the small stud on the ground behind them and sliding on top of him, he smiles and gives the other a small peck on the cheek, wrapping the one hand around both his and jayne’s cock and slowly jerking them both off together using the friction, “buck those pretty little hips boy, let’s see if i can’t coat my cock in our combined seeds before i fuck the daylights right out of you”.

between his lingering orgasm and ryder’s praise, jayne is in heaven. his body still trembles and shakes with pleasure even as the last of his load drips out of his dick. he’s so hard and sensitive, but clearly ryder’s not done with him yet. at least jayne won’t let the other be until he’s stuffing jayne’s ass for the first time. hims limbs are still tingling when ryder lays him out on his back. this view has got to be jayne’s favorite. ryder’s firm, muscled body hovering over his, those magic hands still working him over good ... it should be of no surprise that jayne begins to selfishly rub over every inch of the other’s body he can reach. it’s a form of praise, one that turns him on and gets him to start thrusting rhythmically into ryder’s hand even without being prompted. cum may be sliding all over his abdomen, but there’s no way his cock could soften with this view. “teach me how a real stud fucks ... please?” jayne pants, face alive with delight while his fingers traverse ryder’s fur-covered torso. across his chest, down his washboard abs, and all the way back up to tweak his nipples without stilling his hips for a moment. jayne’s eyelids flutter from the pleasure of rubbing his dick between ryder’s veiny one and his firm grasp. he’s in complete ecstasy, unable to silence himself at all. the boom mikes can pick up all wet cock-sloshing and slutty proclamations with ease. “i’m a man now, i can take it hard like one,” jayne assures, nodding wildly as his thrusts get harder and harder like he’s hoping ryder will be with him. “all night long if that’s what it takes to stay warm, right?”  

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as time seems to tick away, all thoughts of the task at hand fades away, a nagging feel tells him he has to accomplish something, but he gives in to the overwhelming urge of lust, “no semi’s for me, up until now i haven’t even popped full on hardon” hunters tone is full of gloat as soren pulls as his cock, an air of superiority washing over him as he glances down at soren’s piece and back to his own. he raises a hand and places it on soren’s shoulder with a sly wink, “think it’s time you got on your knees and showed some respect to the better man” he chuckles, cock waving around, beckoning his built rival, “maybe if your lucky i’ll paint that pretty beard of yours with my seed too, god knows i’ve been dying to do the same to the rest of your teammates, bet the three of you have fooled around too” he scoffs, arrogant as ever.

soren is practically frothing at the mouth, fiending for a taste and hunter just offers? it’s too good to be true yet that’s the situation he finds himself in. the glorious dick and balls in his grasp are massive beyond compare, way larger than his. as much as it pains him to say he’s not the superior man between the two of them, and with the gas messing with soren’s head paying tribute is something he absolutely has to do even if he’s positive his holes might break from the effort. “hey, who the hell do you think i am? you may have a godcock i’m dying to get inside of me but you better watch your mouth with that shit,” soren growls, obviously taking offense to some of hunters words, still stroking him off. “i don’t fuck around with boys. only a man can hold me down.” and hunter’s a man for sure. soren inhales through his parted lips during his descent to his knees, mouth ghosting over hunter’s hairy bod taking in his natural musk. it gets soren hard as steel too, cockhead dripping precum already despite how all his attention is on hunter’s. he’s already groaning, and after a few whiffs of hunter’s bush and a little slapping of the stiff meat on his tongue, his mouth slowly envelopes the other, pleasured noises quickly turning into choking sounds the further he goes.  

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it really takes every last ounce of strength he has not to burst out in hysterics over the commotion in front of him, and although he has to give it to bruno, the man is desperate enough to whore his star player out, but henry wonders just how truly desperate he is for glory. he looks over at the glaring behemoth in the corner, and if looks could kill henry would be six feet under right about now that much was for sure, “seems you got nothing to say big man, too excited about getting dicked to talk i suppose” he chuckles and picks up the contract and placing pen to paper, rather than suddenly stopping.

“bruno, fun as it would be coating big boy here’s inside with my babies, i’m going to have to decline” he tosses the contract back onto wooden desk and stands up, “coach collins offered me more than a bro, i probably shouldn’t say this to an opposing coach but he offered himself up to me for a damn signing bonus” he beacons towards crowe “collins could give you a run for ya money, can only imagine that sweet ass when i sign his dotted line” he lets out a hearty laugh as he picks up his bag and shrugs it over his shoulder, “the bro-program sounds like a riot though, i’ll be sure to tell coach about it, might incentivise more men to sign on” he smiled and gave bruno an acknowledging nod as he headed for the door.

crowe’s had it with this cocky upstart. his disrespectful attitude, his bullshit entitlement, and worst of all his demeaning of coach bruno all push crowe to snap. “fine, then get out of here! this is the best school and you’re treating this whole thing like a joke. we don’t need you and we don’t want you, right coach?” crowe rages, ready to attack henry and teach him a lesson. bruno is huge, crowe even bigger. alone they’d probably each be able to take henry without much hassle, together they could pound the asswipe into the ground and make it so he’s too busted up to have an upcoming season at all. but while he spins around to bruno expecting his coach to back him up, what he actually sees is beyond his understanding.

bruno doesn’t seem to regard crowe’s outburst in the slightest. in fact, his measured expression is focus entirely on henry’s departing visage. “ok wait. mr. wilde wait!” he exclaims before henry gets a chance to leave. “i have it on good authority that collins is nothing but a limp-dicked cuck. not only will he fail to coach you well, his players run a train on his and his wife’s ass regularly. if sticking your dick in your upperclassmen’s loose sloppy seconds as consolation for a losing season is your idea of a good time, then by all means walk out that door.” bruno pauses as he rises from his desk, contract in hand. “my idea of fun is a little different. using crowe’s forehead as a desk while he’s deepthroating you to sign the contract sounds more fun, yeah? imagine how humiliating that story would be for him if the other players found out how exactly a freshman managed to make captain.” it was something a little extra bruno thought might sweeten the deal. crowe, still in disbelief, can only stare dumbfounded and watch this interaction take place. bruno, paying him no mind, walks right up to the smallest man in the room, pushes the papers into his chest, and boldly grips henry’s length over his pants, admittedly impressed at what he feels. “sign, then we can talk about what i’ll let you do to my ass. i’m twice the man collins is, and i’ll go twice as far to get you on my team.”

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chuck gets a new football coach who’s astounded by the size of his dong. he convinces chuck that letting him play with the monster like that is some form of specialized training that will improve performance on the field ft chuck & jason momoa

the siren blares signaling the end of the match, the crowd erupts with fanfare, chuck’s team hauls him into the air as they carry him away to the locker rooms, ‘and with that the ginger stallion himself secures yet another win for the sunnydale stallions’ the commentary echoes through the hallways, and chuck’s grin couldn’t get any larger if he tried. the team quickly disposes of their clothing and hit the showers, leaving chuck to his lonesome for a brief moment to ponder about tonight’s victory before a deep voice beckons chuck into his office, despite in just a jockstrap chuck promptly follows suit, after all no one makes coach wait.

as much as people credit chuck for the recent emergence of stallion supremacy, chuck knows all too well that it was the coach himself that built them up from nothing, just a year ago the football squad were a bunch of losers with not a single win under their belt, fast-forward to present times and the stallions are on a twelve null winning streak and headed to the grand finals in a weeks time and that’s all due to the effort put into by the beloved coach. chuck takes up a nearby chair and smiles gleefully at his coach, whose almost grown to be a father-figure, “that was such a great tonight, i know we’ll smash the meadow view monkeys next week and make you proud coach” chuck bounces excitedly in his seat, still full of energy as his massive bulging pouch sways from thigh to thigh.

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“chuck, come in here my boy.” his boy, frankly what regis considers chuck to be at this point. beckoning the stud into his office using said title has become common practice, something the rest of the team has come to expect it without suspecting any foul play. and why would they? chuck is the team’s star player after all, so it’s perfectly natural for a coach to want to give him more one-on-one time than other players. there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way regis stares at chuck’s near-naked body, or the way his gaze lingers on the bulging pouch between his thighs, or the way he licks his lips as he takes it all in ... absolutely nothing wrong at all. 

“with the way you fellas have been playing lately, i’m not the slightest bit concerned. the stallions are quite the team.” for all intents and purposes, regis has been completely appropriate in his manner regarding the young student. up until now that is. “but honestly, that’s because the team has a real stallion leading them to victory week after week, isn’t that right my boy?” he grins, slapping chuck’s thigh playfully with the back of his hand. “you’re quite the talent chuck, and i mean that. you’re good enough to get scholarships, maybe even go pro one day. in fact, i think it’s due time we take you to the next level. i think i can help you up your game even more. you interested?” taking a seat across from chuck puts regis in an excellent position. he can lean forward, set his hands on chuck’s knees, and slide them up ever so slightly to feel the curves at the base of his quads. it takes all his will power to not groan in delight right there. “whaddya say? you ready to start your super secret special training with coach? you’ll start to surprise yourself with how good you become, i promise...”

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Big Rusty lot of rumours floating around about the reason for your incarnation, how about you share the real reason you did time in the slammer?

“I got locked up because your dumb broad of a mom got butthurt about the way I fucked her. No pun intended.”

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lachlan valentine had been the single hottest specimen travis taylor had ever laid his own eyes on, he was over the moon when the two were made partners down at the precinct, not only would travis be working his fantasy job, he’d be working with the man of his dreams, life was great. he’d heard musings around the station, kingpin gabriel vidal had men everywhere they said, including good ole lachlan valentine as his right-hand man, they swore, but travis had been too engrossed by lachlan to realize anything was amiss, and he realizes now the man played with his emotions, clearly cottoned on to travis’s feelings and used them against him. he was in a daze, shaking like a leaf, the blood of lachlan’s victim splattered all over his shirt, if it wasn’t for pierce’s soothing voice he’d still be there over analyzing every little interaction he had with locky, “he didn’t deserve to die, no one deserves that” he states slowly, his once peppy attitude a far cry from the man he is now, “it… was…” lachlan told him to say it was provoked, that the man had come at both of them with malice intent, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. “he wanted money that was owed, ten grand” he gulped and his gaze met with pierce’s “the suspect was arguing with lachlan, loudly, the suspect was accusing lachlan of being a no good vidal bootlicker, said he didn’t have the money and told him he’d have it in a week and that’s when….” he looked down at his gun and swallowed thickly. he wanted nothing more than to throw in the trash and never see one again, “they’ll come for me, for what i just told you, i’m as good as dead for ratting lachlan out” he was at breaking point as he started to tear up, “you know me, all i wanted to do was help people, rescue cats from trees, arrest teens for graffitiing, i didn’t sign up for a war with a cartel”.

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it takes every ounce of pierce’s resolve to not cast even a sideways glance at lachlan, who he can only assume is giving the bullshit report travis should’ve given. despite his what he previously said, pierce really does wish travis had lied if the truth is that bad. gabriel vidal? even someone with pierce’s convictions would hesitate before doing anything that might make an enemy of the crimelord, thus the lack of recording anything that travis recounts. in fact, pierce is frozen, his wide-eyed expression the only indicator that he's cognizant. "what the hell are you talking about?” he finally says, taking out his notepad to write down his report. “it sounds like lachlan defended you from an assailant who attacked you unprovoked for reasons unknown. you didn’t tell me anything else.” fear has taken root in his heart, which causes him to lie. it’s a lie his stern gaze pleads with travis to accept. pierce knows, he knows the gravity of reneging on his convictions and what it will mean for both of their psyche’s, but travis’s life is on the line and a black mark on the soul is just a small price to pay to protect him. pierce’s only regret is that he has to force the other down this path when the guilt seems to already be getting to him. “that is correct, isn’t it officer? a beat cop like you has nothing to do with organized crime, so i didn’t hear a damn thing from you about nonsense you know nothing about.” his voice, low and commanding, delivers the command just as his partner and lachlan walk up. “pretty open and shut case it seems. sounds like officer valentine is a real hero. officer taylor thinks so at least.” pierce is careful to look directly at lachlan as he says this, not wanting to expose travis to anymore risk. however, the measured look in his eyes vanishes when he glances at travis again, replaced with a pleading urgency. “unless officer taylor has anything to add, you gentleman are cleared to leave the crime scene. fid will handle things from here.”

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despite the situation he was in, henry still felt a certain aura of superiority about him, the pure hatred seething from rigo was the exact feeling that empowered a psychopath like himself, “oh yeah rigo, totally dirt, dirt that gets more hot fucks in a week than you’ve had the past few years, see the difference is between us is that i don’t need to blackmail to get hot asses” he snarls as he restrains his anger, he knows he can easily beat the shit out of rigo, his taller and built bigger than rigo, it would be a slaughter if came to blows, but the follow up would ruin henry, the quarterback fucking a professor, goodbye scholarship and hello community fucking college. he reframes from laughing when rigo starts monologuing, whipping out his cock is the breaking point though as he lets out a cackle, “yeah… real big man, limp dick” he rolls his eyes and sinks to his knees, scowling up at rigo as he takes the cock in his hand with utter disgust start licks from balls to base to knob, spluttering mildly when he takes the knob in his mouth.

given their history, he had pause about going down this blackmail route. henry wilde’s fury is nothing to scoff at. for all his posturing though, the other jock is really way too easy to bitch out. at least, rigo is surprised despite having all the leverage in this negotiation. seeing the stud drop to his knees and begin his service without throwing so much of a punch causes rigo to question why he was ever fearful in the first place. now that he’s got henry by the balls, rigo plans on riding him hard to get his comeuppance. any insult hurled his way is warded off by his hearty laugh since he finds it impossible to take them seriously coming from the tongue of a fag on its knees. “keep talking shit, we both know you belong on your knees,” he chortles, thrusting his hips roughly into henry’s face as he start’s to stiffen. gaining confidence, rigo double-palms henry’s skull to slam him down all the way, choking be damned. “you might actually turn me! can’t remember the last time i got hard in a throat this good!” he praises, smacking henry harshly upside the head before letting him up, striking him just as severely across the cheek. “well? my dick is getting cold. get back to work, faggot! if i’m not happy i might just send the vid plus pics of you kissing my bush to prove to everybody how much of a homo you are.”

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it’s been quite a few hours since jayne’s beloved husband left but david is still on a high from the look he was given, he sees all the time around the neighborhood, husbands green with envy as he struts past them his fat limp cock practically bursting out of his two-sizes too small speedo, he knows right then and there that he can satisfy these dilf’s around town better than their all too busy husbands. jayne’s no different, he undoubtedly thinks he’s being slick by perving on him in secret but david knows all the tricks in the book, including this little tanning shenanigan. davids eyes draw immediately to the peachy behind straining against confines, with the husband gone, it seems jayne’s ready to play, “not a bother at all sir, i’m more than happy to help a man in need in any way i can” david offers jayne a smile as he pours some sunscreen onto his hands and rubs it the jayne’s back, tantalizing slow as he his hands explore every muscle he can, “perhaps i could request your help in doing the same, i hear they say to reapply sunscreen every couple of hours” he steps back and laughs, his hands on hips as he stands in all his glory, pouch bulging ready to unsteath at jayne’s any request, he just has to butter the stud up first.

jayne is definitely way to eager for david to feel him up. he rolls his neck and visibly relaxes while the hot stud goes to work on him. it may just been sunscreen, but jayne fines the contact erotic and it shows. the way he sighs and groans is proof his husband hasn’t been giving the horny man nearly enough attention. his thoughts are fare from innocent, and just when he’s about to push his ass out a little just so he can rub against that intimidatingly enticing bulge when david pulls away. “w-what ... i mean yeah of course! it’s the least i can do,” he says in response to david’s request, cleary dazed. jayne is so turned on right now that he’s starting to stiffen up in his thong, causing the fabric to stretch around his trapped cock. he doesn’t readjust himself or anything, simply picks up the bottle, squirts some sunscreen in his hands, and walks right up to david. the young stud is capable of rubbing the stuff on his front, but jayne doesn’t care. this is his first chance to feel up that firm, slender body of his and like the pent up honrball he is, he takes full advantage. jayne rubs every inch in awe of how it feels. he gets so close that his own bulging pouch rubs right against david’s. the size difference makes him tremble. “i’m amazed you can get any work done in that speedo. seems a little tight,” he mutters, his tone heady and a little desperate. they’re close enough to kiss, but jayne is getting off just from david’s scent. “though you should enjoy the ability to wear one while you can. my husband could never fill one out like you.” jayne’s hands settle on david’s hips, keeping him close,  while he licks his lips getting harder at his imaginings of the beast confined by that flimsy fabric.