thrones fall. gods linger.

Gay smut rp. Big tits and asses ahead! Minors dni. Writer is over 30. Muses are verse-bottom leaning.

[thronesandomens]

This is a multi-muse roleplay blog inspired by Greek mythology, original mythos, and the quiet horrors that live between devotion and decay. Here you’ll find gods who have been forgotten, monsters who love too deeply, champions chosen against their will, rulers learning how to survive loss, and divinity stripped down to something sharp and personal. Power is intimate here. Worship is rarely clean.

Themes on this blog include: — fallen and fractured gods — devotion, desire, and control — beauty weaponized — and, of course, sex

Expect morally grey characters, dark mythic tones, courtly intrigue, violence wrapped in silk, and relationships that blur the line between salvation and ruin. Not every god here is kind. Not every monster is cruel. And very few of them are innocent.

Multi-verse friendly. OC and canon-friendly. All muses are adults. Dark themes might appear. Starters are for mutuals and non-mutuals.

Enter carefully. Some gods are still listening.

— pinned.

Muses. Starters. Memes.

[realbcys]

"How could you not be? Someone just leaves a kinky collar behind and you don't even think of putting it on?" Gael chuffed like obviously everyone would have that thought. Then Theo closed the gap between them, and Gael saw that bulging crotch come closer and closer...and he didn't immediately recoil from it. He definitely did not stare at it, instead opting to tilt his head up, but his personal space bubble was already shrinking. He didn't seem to mind that there was a cock about two feet away from his face.

From his place on his knees, looking up submissively, however, he heard Theo's words and brushed them off. "The Great Gael...you make me sound like I'm some fantasy king." He did push the hand away from his pecs just like he had his ass. "You think my pecs are my greatest asset? I mean, we both know you love my asset assets. You can't keep your hands off of it, you horny slut."

"I'd have to be in a different position to show those off," Gael said, "But here, take some pictures before I take this thing off. I wanna see how I look." Gael took a moment to 'pose' on his knees, putting his hands behind his back so the very pecs Theo had just complimented would perk up and pop forward. He had to ignore that voice that told him taking these pictures shirtless would be hotter.

[thronesandomens]

“And     still     got     that     oh-so-humble     attitude     as     well.     Man,     you're     really     the     full     package,”     Theo     joked     with     a     smirk.     Granted,     when     you're     as     handsome     as     Gael?     Why     would     you     need     to     be     humble     on     top     of     that?     “Personally     I     prefer     my     neck     left     uncollared.     But     I     do     have     to     say,     it     looks     rather     beautiful     on     you.     Perhaps     you     should     make     it     a     staple.     Think     you     can     make     collars     popular     again?”     Theo     was     just     attempting     to     tempt     the     man     into     keep     it     on     and     wearing     it     more     often     by     appealing     to     his     competitive     side.     If     he     had     one,     anyways. 

“Well     I     can     think     of     a     few     places     that     you     can     name     your     throne.”     Theo     slyly     spoke     with     a     seductive     wink.     Not     offended     at     all     when     the     other     swatted     his     hands     away     from     the     other     man's     rather     ample     chest.     “Hm…     that     would     be     tough     to     pick.     Your     chest?     Perfect.     That     ass?     Breedable.     Those     lips?     I     would     be     kissing     the     fuck     out     of     them     until     your     eyes     are     rolling     in     the     back     of     your     head.”     Theo     spoke     with     a     chuckle.     “And     don't     act     like     you're     not     the     same     way.     It's     rare     you     don't     have     a     woman     hanging     onto     your     arm.” 

Taking     the     phone,     Theo     took     the     photos.     Making     sure     the     camera     was     being     used     to     it's     maximum     advantage     in     order     to     get     the     other     looking     absolutely     sinful.     “Don't     be     afraid     to     change     position.     To     show     those     off.”     Theo     smirked     as     he     let     a     finger     teasingly     trail     down     his     spine,     before     stopping     right     above     his     ass     to     tease     him     and     slipping     a     few     feet     away     to     take     a     few     more     photos.     “You're     really     killing     it.” 

[realbcys]

"Get your hands off of my ass, you horndog!" Gael said, as Theo kept trying to slap and squeeze his ass. Gael knew he had a good one. Girls commented on it all the time, and they loved to grab it while they sucked him off. That, however, didn't mean he wanted dudes all over his cheeks.

"I was jealous I wasn't getting my dick sucked," he said firmly. "Dude or not, a blowjob's a blowjob. And guys usually give better head." Gael knew somewhere in him that he wasn't straight. But he had managed to avoid anything seriously gay. A few bathroom blowjobs, a makeout at a party here and there. Gael had always been in control. Always slept with women. If anyone asked 'Is Gael gay?' the overwhelming answer definitely would've been 'Fuck no!'.

Still, looking down at the collar in his hands, Gael felt a desire to change that. "Well if you're not gonna try it, I will." And with no hesitation, he slapped the collar against his own throat, fashioning the buckle tightly. It fit perfectly against his throat, hugging around his neck with its bright white lettering visible for all to see. Gael smiled and dropped to his knees in the middle of the living room.

"Heh? How do I look? Like all your wet dreams come true?" He teased his friend, chuckling and laughing. "Don't try to hide it. The way you touch all over me, I know you wish you could have me like this." He took in a deep breath, and the SLAVE across his neck rose and fell as his chest swelled.

[thronesandomens]

Theo   grinned   as   he   heard   the   other   man's   words,   and   knew   that   he   wouldn't   be   saying   the   same   thing   in   awhile.   He   could   sense   the   magic   coming   off   of   it.   After   all,   desire   was   in   his   domain.   And   as   the   other   tried   to   chastise   him   for   slapping   and   squeezing   those   bubbly   cheeks,   he   couldn't   help   but   to   grin   as   he   imagined   what   they   would   be   doing   later   tonight.   He   mentally   thanked   whoever   was   dumb   enough   to   drop   or   forget   the   collar. 

“Of   course,   of   course.   I'm   sure   you   totally   weren't   curious   or   anything   at   all.”   Theo   teased   playfully   with   a   wink.   Theo   knew   the   other   man   has   only   been   with   women   in   terms   of   full   on   sex,   but   he   had   his   suspicions.   And   he   was   always   more   than   willing   to   tease   Gael   with   them   or   his   body.   After   all,   he   knew   he   wasn't   lacking   in   any   department   there   either. 

Theo   grinned   as   he   saw   the   other   put   the   collar   on   his   throat,   a   big   to   eagerly   for   a   ‘straight’   guy   in   Theo's   opinion.   Theo   smirked   as   he   walked   forward   until   his   crotch   was   at   face   level   with   the   other   man.   Forcing   him   to   either   look   up   submissively   to   see   his   face,   or   to   stare   at   the   rather   large   bulge   that   was   in   the   dark   blue   jeans   that   Theo   had   on.   “I   suppose   you're   right.   I   mean,   look   at   you?   You're   quite   the   sight.”   He   cooed,   even   letting   a   hand   come   down   to   tease   that   chest   gently.   Squeezing   the   other   man's   pecs.   He   knew   that   the   collar   worked   it's   magic   gradually,   so   Theo   planned   on   slowly   getting   the   other   man   to   sink   into   the   submissiveness. 

“Who   wouldn't   want   to   see   the   great   Gael   like   this?   With   all   of   his   assets   highlighted   so   beautifully?”    

[roleplaysexual]

🥂NEW YEARS EVE THEMED M / M  GIF SMUT STARTERS

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M / M

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[realbcys]

OPEN to M (All Positions) Based on The Santa Clause (but Gay Smut). Our muses (roommates, brothers, father/son, uncle/nephew, best friends, sports teammates, etc.) find a collar while cleaning up a wild party. It has SLAVE written on it in big letters. One of them gets convinced to try it on, as a joke. Little do they know, putting the collar on means you are subject to The Slave Clause (the fine print is stitched into the lining). By putting on the collar you accepted the role of Slave. Over time, the person will magically get more and more submissive and bottomy until they put the collar on again, sealing their transformation. Wanted Kinks: Top to Bottom, Straight to Gay, Magical Transformation, Dom/Sub, Total Power Exchange, Personality Transformation, Magical Body Alterations Optional Kinks: Incest, Bondage, Spanking, Sweat/Musk, Dub-Con, Non-Con, Leather, Latex, Piss/Urinals, Chastity, Gags Note: You can request almost any of my muses for this plot if you'd prefer someone else.

"Damn, I knew this party got wild, but who d'you think left this behind?" Gael said, picking up a black leather collar from the coffee table. It had the word SLAVE on it in bright white letters. "How much d'you wanna bet that someone was sucking dicks and getting fucked right here in the living room? Wild fucking scenario. Shame I didn't get a turn." Gael went to put the collar down and continue cleaning, then a wicked smile came over his face. "Oh, brilliant idea! One of us has to put it on. Just to see how it feels. Should you do it, or should I?"

[thronesandomens]

Theo   couldn't   help   the   amused   look   he   shot   at   the   collar   as   he   heard   the   other   man's   words.   “Are   you   kidding   me?   The   dance   floor   was   practically   a   orgy.”   Theo   still   felt   almost   high   from   the   lust   and   desire   that   had   been   practically   tangible   in   that   area.   “Are   you   jealous   that   you   weren't   the   one   doing   or   receiving   in   those   scenarios?”   Theo   asked   curiously   with   a   quirked   eyebrow. 

The   cocky   man   grinned   as   he   moved   towards   Gael,   and   playfully   let   a   hand   swat   on   Gael's   ass.   “You   just   wanna   wear   a   collar   for   me   don't   you?   No   need   to   play   coy.”   Theo   teased   with   a   grin.   “I   have   no   issue   either   way.   I   bet   it'll   look   fabulous   on   either   one   of   us.”   He   said   with   a   squeeze   to   Gael's   ass.

[nastyfck]

open to: m, bottoms if sm*t. 30+. beef preferred. wanted list here. muse: cyril kingston (fc: m*tthew goode) plot: cyril is a serial killer, dubbed the holiday menace by the media, who kills people during holidays and makes an art piece centred around that holiday. but he also works for the police as a consulting detective because of his extensive crime knowledge (especially around murder). work was keeping cyril busy. what kind of "work"? you decide. connections: could be established (lover, husband, friend; could be aware of his dual "jobs" or not, maybe helping him too?) or maybe someone he kidnapped (and just watched him kill? idk go wild)

"sorry love, work was keeping me occupied." he sighed, exhaustion deep rooted in his bones from the long day as he walked towards the other. cyril leaned against the wall, turning to look at the other man. "i know this wasn't how you envisioned the holidays to go..."

[thronesandomens]

It   was   kind   of   ironic   if   one   thought   about   it.   A   couple   of   killers,   with   neither   one   of   them   knowing   the   other's   true   passions.   Masyn   even   knew   that   Cyril   has   worked   on   a   few   of   his   cases,   which   have   never   gotten   solved   correctly   since   Masyn   always   made   sure   he   had   a   fall   person   ready   to   take   the   blame.   Still,   Masyn   had   taken   a   break   from   his   hunting   of   the   supernatural,   paranormal,   and   gods   &   monsters   in   order   to   enjoy   the   holidays   with   his   love.   So   he   was   a   little   annoyed   that   he   apparently   did   it   in   vain.   “You   mean   most   people   don't   envision   themselves   curled   up   alone   on   a   couch   freezing   their   ass   off   after   making   a   delcious   holiday   dinner?   Who   would   have   thought?”   Masyn   totally   wasn't   sulking.   He's   to   mature   for   that.   It's   just…   sarcasm,   at   least   that's   what   he   was   telling   himself.   “Left   overs   are   in   the   fridge.”   He   wasn't   the   biggest   fan   of   Christmas   foods   since   in   his   eyes   most   of   it   was   Thanksgiving   foods,   which   was   only   like   a   month   or   so   earlier.   So   there's   quite   a   few   left   overs. 

[accidentallymagic]

Scenario: your muse is a supernatural creature. Mike has been trying to get them to expose the supernatural to him for months.

"That's not wine you're drinking. Any human would be goneso after a single sip, let alone a whole glass." Mike's smile dropped as he fixed his lover with an intense stare. "Perhaps now we could cut the pretense: what are you?"

[thronesandomens]

“Wow,   you   truly   know   how   to   flatter   a   guy,”   Eden's   lips   tilted   up   with   mirth   as   he   finished   off   every   drop   in   the   glass   as   the   man   explained   that   it   wasn't   wine.   “Must   say   a   lot   that   poison   tastes   better   than   most   of   the   wine   you   mortals   seek   to   acquire   so   much,"   Eden   laughs   as   he   nods   his   head.   “A   drakaina.   Although   I   suppose   you   guys   did   get   it   partially   wrong.   We   don't   have   to   only   be   half   female,   half   serpent   or   dragon.”   Greek   mythology   was   weird   like   that.   Humans,   for   whatever   reason,   seemed   unable   to   get   all   of   the   truth   correct   in   their   little   stories   and   tales.   He   was   curious   if   the   other   knew   his   reputation   though.   “The   name   is   Eden.   Some   call   me   the   Mother   of   Monsters.”   Eden   said   with   a   big   grin.   Eden   created   various   monsters,   and   he   loves   all   of   his   children.   Whether   they   came   from   his   body   or   his   cauldron   through   magical   means.   “And   you   are?”  

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to M/F/NB (Dominant/Verse Bottoms for sexual/romantic) Plot: Your muse (King/Queen, Prince/Princess, Knight Captain, Servant taking care of him, go nuts) is from an opposing kingdom that has managed to take Prince Kaspar prisoner.

It had been days. Weeks? Kaspar wasn't sure anymore at the moment. He'd been traveling with a small caravan and it had been ambushed. He'd been taken hostage, dragged to some stronghold and then a dungeon. They fed him: just crusts of bread and some water or mead. He hadn't been truly harmed as of yet. But every time the door opened, he was on edge.

His head turned toward said door as it opened now and he looked the other over.

"Any news on plans regarding me I'm allowed to know about?" he asked. He assumed he was being ransomed back to his parents. He was their sole heir. He was an ideal bargaining chip. Or maybe he'd just be sold off to the highest bidder. So far, he had no idea what the plans for him were.

[thronesandomens]

“That   depends   on   how   well   your   parents   follow   instructions,”   Cedric,   known   as   the   ‘Queen’   of   Cirathen,   said   as   he   let   out   a   small   huff   of   annoyance.   More   and   more   intruders   have   been   coming   to   his   islands   of   refugees   and   people   who   needed   protecting,   which   if   they   were   here   with   pure   intentions   would   be   no   problem.   But   he's   had   to   fight   off   many   of   them,   whether   they   attacked   him   or   one   of   the   people   under   his   charge.   Cedric   usually   ended   up   turning   them   into   an   animal   and   forcing   them   to   help   guard   the   isle   that   Cirathen   has   been   known   for.   Most   people   consider   Cedric   a   fake.   A   warning   that   parents   and   grandparents   tell   their   kids.   Although   the   kings   and   queens   of   the   neighboring   kingdoms   have   ordered   their   people   not   to   approach   the   isle   regardless. 

This   boy's   parents   had   broken   their   agreement,   and   they   needed   to   be   made   an   example   of. 

“I   assure   you,   I   do   not   find   enjoyment   of   the   circumstance   anymore   than   you   do,”   Cedric   moved   towards   the   other   man's   cell,   even   slipping   into   it.   Though   his   wand   stayed   close   in   hand   just   in   case.   A   soft   hand   met   Kasper's   cheek   in   a   soft,   loving   caress.   “Especially   someone   so   handsome.   But   your   parents,   apparently,   need   to   be   reminded   of   their   place.” 

[thronesandomens]

tag dump

[fuckyeahbroski]

RAINER DAWN Wolf Pack | 1x05

[mythicalmen]

It seemed Thor had come prepared or at least the Avengers had, what with that heft document tossed down before him. No doubt that would sink most men - but Owen knew he could pull some strings, get a few men particuarly higher up to sweep what they could under the rug since if he went down, so did they. Besides if that all failed...he had more combative ways to stay ahead. "An impressive document your Romanoff has put together" He agreed, not bothering to look through it. "But you and I both know half of it will be thrown out before I see a courtroom - we've played this game before. Are you not so tired losing?" He questioned, a deep rumble of amusement from his chest as he set his drink down.

His smirk grew when Thor agreed to sit down, an easy way to already have a bit of a plan in motion. A large jug of booze was preresented to Thor to consume, something specifically for him. After all the man was primarily his guest at the moment. "Mm, good man - go on, drink up" He instructed, leaning back with his large thighs spread as the crime boss listened to the man's words. "Thinking about my dancers again are we Odinson? You know if you want one so badly just say so, I can have one come dance for you."

"Evidence hm? We'll see. But hypothetically speaking, many of my workers do so out of their own willingness and eagerness. I only hire the best of the best, from dancers to bodyguards" He retorted, eyes lingering on Thor. "As for the others...hypothetically, some are gifted to me from worse men or who have done me wrong and have seen a mercy from being made to pay their debts" He remarked. "And I think a man such as yourself, a god no less must be aware why peple do things to feel powerful. To be worshiped and keep what is his safe" He remarked, leaning a little closer and quieter to Thor. "You seem rather fixated on this kidnapping angle, something you've been thinking about Odinson - something you want to ask me?"

[thronesandomens]

 Honestly   most   of   the   paper   work   was   simply   given   from   Captain   America   and   Black   Widow.   While   Thor   understood   the   basics   and   the   customs?   He   didn't   understand   them   enough   to   want   to   be   the   one   in   charge   of   paper   work.   Especially   when   apparently   the   requirements   different   depending   on   the   location.   It's   overly   complicated   in   Thor's   opinion,   but   that's   not   his   place.   He's   simply   here   to   be   a   protector.   “I   suppose   that's   true.”   Thor   smirked   as   he   nodded   his   head.   “I   guess   it's   a   good   thing   that   this   time,   there's   video   evidence.   Funny   what   combining   Asguardian   magic   and   technology   with   your   recording   devices   can   do,   isn't   it?”   Thor   asked   with   a   grin.   A   smug   one   at   that.   Thor   wasn't   exactly   known   for   being   humble   after   all. 

Thor   took   the   rather   large   mug   of   alcohol   and   took   a   hearty   drink   of   it.   In   the   god's   eye,   he   didn't   have   any   reason   to   not   feel   assured   of   victory   in   this   scenario.   Even   if   something   happened   to   him?   The   Avengers   knew   were   he   was.   But   considering   the   other   was   just   a   mortal?   He   doubted   there   was   anything   they   could   do   to   him   that   he   should   be   that   concerned   about. 

“I   would   say   that   the   reason   I   would,   hypothetically,   be   concerned   is   because   kidnapping   is   wrong.   Both   in   Asguard   and   on   Earth.”   Thor   says   with   a   roll   of   his   eyes   as   he   takes   another   swig   of   the   drink.   Letting   out   a   happy   sigh   of   relief   as   he   does   so.   Thor's   impressive   body   flexing   as   his   arm   lifted   the   mug   up   to   his   lips   for   another   bold   drink   of   the   mixture.   “And   I   am   well   aware   of   that   fact.   And   aware   of   the   fact   that   sometimes   people   need   to   remember   that   power   isn't   everything   and   even   the   most   powerful   can   be   brought   to   heel.” 

[thrcbbing]

"Of course you are." Leon sighs, the hint of a smile on his face while his hand remains pressed against those impressive chest muscles. he lisstens carefully, staring into the beefier boy, it's a miracle he gets any work done when Conner is around. and it's a miracle Conner himself gets any work done if he struggles with such simple things, but Leon finds it so endearing, so adorable. he watches move and allows him to come closer, not that he would stop him, he just enjoys the boy too much to push him away. "Conner... Sweetheart." he says, staring up into the boy's chest, then eyes. his hand moves away, slowly. it travels and rests against his stomach for a little while before finally breaking all physical contact. "You do excellent work. It's me. I have trouble focusing." another pause, his eyes dart down to catch a glimpse of the other's fat ass, he licks his bottom lip and his mind wanders.

he doesn't want to take advantage of him, if he's not even capable of understanding what's going on, it's probably wrong to go there. but Leon can't resist the temptation of it, he's never claimed to be a good guy anyway. "Okay... Here's a thought. Maybe if you help me focus, maybe I won't have to let you go." he shifts in his chair, his legs spreading and his hardening bulge no longer hidden from view. "You're quite handsome, you know? And sometimes, I just spend a little too long wondering what you look like under your clothes to be able to focus on what needs doing. How about you let me see, mh? That way I'll stop wondering."

[thronesandomens]

 Conner's   eyes   looked   on   curiously   as   the   other   man   spoke.   A   combination   of   curiosity   and   eagerness   to   keep   his   job.   This   was   not   something   he   was   going   to   give   up   without   a   fight.   Not   if   he   had   anything   to   say   in   it.   Conner's   eyes   widened   as   the   other   man   finally   told   him   what   kind   of   distraction   he   was,   and   the   man   let   out   a   laugh.   “Seriously?   That's   it?”   Conner's   lips   pulled   up   into   a   grin   as   the   clone   and   kryptonian   reached   down   to   grab   his   shirt.   He   easily   took   it   off   and   revealed   the   muscular   and   pale   skin   that   had   laid   hidden   underneath,   along   with   the   ample   chest.   It   was   clear   that   Conner   was   no   stranger   to   the   gym,   and   being   the   clone   of   superman   definitely   helps. 

“Just   consider   me   like…Extra   motivation,   man!”   Conner   says   with   a   wide   grin   on   his   face   as   he   lifts   his   arms   up.   Biceps   flexing   impressively   as   he   winked   at   Leon   in   front   of   him.   “If   all   you   wanted   was   a   little   gun   show,   you   could   have   just   asked   man.   I   would   have   been   happy   to   oblige!”   Conner   says   with   a   chuckle   and   a   playful   wink.   “Shall   I   keep   going?”   He   asked   the   other   man   curiously. 

[perfectimg]

muse : kyle hackett, indie horror filmmaker * ghostface. synopsis : open to men, boyfriend / friend / someone kyle has been hooking up with. loosely based on the vibes of suffocate me by angelfish, kyle has been obsessed with your muse for the longest time, but thinks that they could be more assertive and a little less meek⸻ especially after witnessing so many people just walk all over them. and what better way to make someone stronger than secretly donning a ghostface mask and killing the people around 'em ?

⠀ ⠀ ๋ ⠀ ⠀ 📹 ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ kyle had been waiting all morning for this : the breaking news about yet another murder in their sleepy little town, the onslaught of messages about staying safe, and the expected knocks on his door. and truth be told, last night's kill was really just to set this particular scene⸻ a human sacrifice, a muddled intersection between love and obsession, both of them finally broken in the same ways. how romantic. but more importantly, kyle hoped that this trauma could be the hammer that would mold and craft them into something more than just a lamb waiting for the slaughterhouse. " i just heard about what happened. i'm really sorry, " kyle offered a weak comforting smile as soon as he opened the door, a mimicry of how people looked at him when his own parents died all those years ago. then he stepped aside, an offer that stemmed from the familiar feeling of not wanting to be alone with grief. " do you want to come inside ? "

[thronesandomens]

It   had   come   out   of   nowhere.   Ollie   and   his   boyfriend   hadn't   been   on   good   terms   at   all,   sure…But   to   hear   that   he   was   murdered   in   such   a   brutal   way?   And   then   to   see   photos   of   it   when   he   was   brought   in   for   questioning?   It   had   been   gruesome   and   horrifying.   And   Ollie   had   ran   to   the   next   person   that   would   offer   a   bit   of   comfort.   His   boyfriend   had   always   hated   Kyle,   although   Ollie   didn't   understand   why.   He   supposed   it   was   just   his   natural   possessiveness.   “I   mean…He   wasn't   the   nicest   person.   I   get   that.   But   to   be   taken   out   like   that?”   Ollie   winced   as   he   shook   his   head,   unshed   tears   still   in   his   eyes   as   he   struggled   to   take   a   deep   breath.   Trying   his   best   to   stabilize   himself.   “I   would   love   that.   I   don't   want   to   be   alone   tonight.”   Ollie   admitted   a   little   shyly. 

[endureall]

open  for  males  with  bottoms  preferred  /  jon  is  versatile,  with  a  top  lean.  context  :  the  muse  is  jon  kent,  superman  ii.  he's  in  college  and  was  pulled  into  a  frat  party,  only  for  him  to  be  the  party  favor  and  became  everyone's  living  dildo.  he  is  enjoying  this  a  lot,  despite  what  he  says.  inspired  by  this  prompt.

now,  jon  is  conflicted,  tied  and  lying  on  a  couch  in  the  middle  of  the  room,  bathe  in  party  lights.                conflicted  between  actually  loving  the  situation  he  is  in,  but  also  dreading  the  fact  that  he's  not  seeing  the  end  of  this  predicament  any  time  soon.  you  see,  he  wasn't  supposed  to  be  in  this  party,  on  account  of  him  really  trying  his  best  to  be  a  good  boy  on  a  school  night.  he  was  supposed  to  be  in  his  dorm,  slaving  the  night  into  his  readings  and  assignments,  and  being  miserable.  the  only  reason  he  was  out  here  tonight  was  because  of  peer  pressure  ...  and  that  pesky  little  desire  for  him  to  enjoy  himself.

and  what  does  he  get  for  listening  to  that,  and  letting  himself  be  free?  naked  and  tied  to  a  couch,  with  his  cock  being  used  like  a  dildo  all  night.  he  doesn't  know  how,  but  apparently  someone  has  leaked  that  this  farm-raised  hunk  from  smallville  was  not  only  packing,  but  also  has  a  stamina  that's  out  of  this  world  ...  that  you  can  milk  him  for  hours  and  hours  and  he  will  keep  cumming  and  cumming  just  as  much  as  the  first.  weaponizing  the  fact  that  he's  a  good  kid  who  can't  say  no,  to  tie  him  to  his  fate.

okay,  maybe  he  is  being  a  bit  over  dramatic  about  this  now,  but  it's  been  two  hours!  and  even  though  he's  already  panting  like  a  dog,  and  the  couch  is  soaked  in  his  sweat  and  cum,  he  looks  down  and  he  sees  his  cock.  all  ten  inches  of  it,  still  at  full  mast.  ready  and  begging  for  another  round.      "     fuck  me.     "      jon  says  with  a  defeated  chuckle.  only  now  did  he  realize  how  flimsy  the  material  they  used  to  tie  him.  he  could  get  out  with  the  littlest  of  force.  but  he  stayed  ...  and  he  would  say  it  was  to  keep  his  identity  intact.  definitely  not  because  he's  enjoying  this  at  all.  when  he  felt  someone  come  close  again,  his  head  half-lolled  and  half-turned,  half  lidded  eyes  greeting  them.      "     come  on,  man.  let  me  rest.  been  doing  this  for  hours  now.     "

[thronesandomens]

Mal   normally   didn't   do   parties,   especially   parties   like   this.   But   his   friends   have   been   pestering   him   to   finally   lose   his   v-card,   and   the   demon   inside   of   him   needed   something   to   stop   his   cravings.   What   better   way   then   a   virgin   being   defiled?   Better   then   a   sacrafice   or   something,   Mal   supposed.   Mal   made   his   way   towards   the   other   man   and   offered   a   small   smile   as   he   disrobed.   Gorgeous   and   tan   skin   being   left   bare   as   he   let   Jon   get   a   good   look   at   him.   The   two   were   in   different   frats.   Mal's   frat   having   a   more…Mystical   feel   to   it   then   the   average   college   frat.   And   often   times   the   frats   were   rivals. 

And   what   better   way   to   show   your   the   better   frat   then   by   riding   one   of   it's   member's   cocks?   That   was   the   justification   Mal   would   tell   the   frat   when   he   gets   back   to   the   house.   “Is   my   body   not   to   your   liking?”   Mal   asked   as   he   climbed   on   top   of   Mal.   To   many   people,   it   was   a   surprise   to   see   the   quiet   boy   like   this.   A   sinful   arch   in   his   back   and   his   impressive   chest   pressing   against   the   other   man's   as   he   lowered   his   lower   body.   Allowing   his   ass   to   brush   against   the   other   man's   dick. 

“Just   figured   that   it   seemed   like   they   finally   found   a   use   for   you   that   I   agree   with.”   Mal   joked   teasingly   as   he   kissed   the   other   man's   neck.   Nipping   and   sucking   at   the   skin   as   he   continued   teasing   the   other   man's   cock   with   his   ass.

[mythicalmen]

"They can if they're not standing on plenty of evidence, other than their hunch and their sense of justice dear Thor" He remarked, swilring his drink and seemingly in no rush to really go anywhere or move just because he'd been commanded to. Just enjoying the show of those mighty pecs bouncing and the way that perfect, chiseled body was barely contained in the man's costume. He took another swig of his drink, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip.

"Caught? That would imply you've arrested me or had proof, yet here I am a free man. Do you have the police outside waiting for me dear Avenger? Or are you simply hoping the convinction of your tone and the confidence of your swagger will be enough to make me cave"? He chuckled, taking another swig. Perhaps Thor had come with backup and if that was the case, he'd have to change tactics. But for the moment he would see if he'd called the god's bluff or not. "Besides you've seen how happy my staff are, haven't you? Do they look like they've been kidnapped? I think they're rather eager to look pretty and entrain in this place."

"Such a kind offer of you, Mister Odinson. But if you're so sure you have me - why not enjoy the moment, hm?" He mused and snapped his fingers at one of his guards. "Go get Mister Odinson more drink, he's clearly a fan of it" He remarked, before his eyes shifting to Thor and smirking. "I wouldn't want you to fight me either, so why don't you instead come sit with me, hm? Surely an arrangement can be made."

[thronesandomens]

Thor   felt   a   spark   of   annoyance.   Earth's   customs   may   still   be   lost   on   him   from   time   to   time,   but   something   like   that?   Thor   knew   plenty   about.   "The   Avengers   have   their   ways   you   know."   Thor   reached   into   the   pocket   of   his   outfit   and   revealed   the   paperwork,   laying   it   down   in   front   of   Owen   so   he   can   view   it.   “You   forget   that   Asguard   has   technology   that   allows   us   to   view   just   about   any   human.   And   even   without   that,   Romanoff   had   plenty   of   details   to   share.”   Romanoff   was   a   master   of   spies   after   all.   Still…Thor   was   not   going   to   say   no   to   another   drink.   Plus   he   had   been   asked   to   take   the   other   man   in   as   peacefully   as   possible   to   avoid   harming   workers   and   customers   alike. 

Thor   marched   forward   towards   the   other   man.   Not   a   sign   of   hesitation   or   doubt   in   his   mind   as   he   took   a   seat   near   the   other   man.   “I   suppose   it   would   not   hurt.   Peaceful   negotiations   are   for   the   better   of   all   parties.”   Thor   may   be   a   Avenger.   But   even   they   advocated   for   peace.   It's   just   that   there   are   times   where   peace   is   not   an   option.   What   is   the   saying?   If   you   want   peace,   then   prepare   for   war   or   something   along   those   signs? 

“So   why   do   you   partake   in   such   activities?   Sure,   your   dancers   seem   quite   happy   now.   But   we   have   plenty   of   evidence   to   show   that   they   don't   come   with   you   in   such   a   peaceful   manner,   now   do   they?”   Thor   asked   with   a   tilt   of   his   head.   Leaning   forward   onto   the   table   so   his   thick   arms   could   cross   under   his   hefty   chest   as   he   leaned   against   it.   “Is   your   greed   really   that   high   that   you   would   take   those   unwilling?   Regardless   of   how   they   feel   now.” 

[thrcbbing]

"Are you too- What?" Leon stops for a moment, blinks in response. he's rather confused, it's kind of his immediate reaction as Conner responds and processes what's going on. oh he doesn't- he's not getting it. there's a pause, "Conner." he begins, but too quietly, while the boy continues to plead and then bends over the desk. Leon can't help but stare into his shirt, the sight of his body coming into view is enough for him to feel heat gathering between his legs. "Conner. You're not too loud. That's not-" with a hand raised, he brings it to the other's chest, tugging on his shirt to try and cover him back up. "This is what I'm talking about." he chuckles, palming at the muscular chest with little to no care for respecting boundaries, "You're dangerous to have around. In a good way." he takes a beat, his hand still resting against Conner's muscular chest and a smile finds its way on his face again. "You don't even know what I mean, do you?"

[thronesandomens]

Conner   is   completely   lost.   He   didn't   understand   what   was   going   on.   However   he   momentarily   got   a   little   distracted   as   he   felt   the   other   man   covering   his   chest   back   up.   His   eyes   blinking.   When   did   that   happen?   And   he   couldn't   help   the   groan   as   he   felt   his   tits   being   felt   up   like   the   other   man   was   doing.   His   cock   easily   responding   in   kind   between   his   legs.   With   how   tight   the   shirt   was,   it   was   quite   the   struggle   to   get   the   pale   chest   covered   back   up.   And   the   more   the   other   man   tried,   the   more   he   found   his   chest   being   stimulated.   Fuck…Having   a   sensitive   bro   chest   can   be   quite   the   pain   sometimes.   “I'm…Confused.”   Superboy   admitted   and   panted   honestly.   “I   do   good   work,   don't   I?   And   you're   saying   I'm   not   loud?   Just   being…Dangerous   in   a   good   way?   What   does   that   even   mean?”   Conner   was   confused.   He   moved   towards   the   other   man   until   he   was   practically   face   to   chest,   and   Conner   almost   practically   in   his   lap   with   his   bubble   butt   resting   just   inches   above   it.   Not   even   realizing   the   rather   scandalous   position   they   were   currently   in.   “I   don't   want   to   not   work   for   you,   man.   You've   been   like   the   best   boss   ever.   What   do   you   need   me   to   do?   Name   it,   and   I'll   do   it.” 

[davidkarofskyindie]

heatandhavoc (Joey/Cal)

@heatandhavoc continued from (x)

Cal   couldn't   help   how   his   dimples   appeared   on   his   face   as   a   loud   laugh   escaped.   Thankfully   it   was   just   the   two   of   them.   Because   his   booming   voice   likely   would   annoyed   or   startled   quite   a   few   people.   Stealth   has   never   been   a   specialty   of   Cal.   Cal   was   doing   his   own   weights.   Easily   lifting   them   as   his   muscles   flexed   and   showed   off   in   his   own   little   show   as   he   did   so.   “Nah   bro,   I   think   I   got   this.   You   need   one?   Looking   a   little   shaky.”He   playfully   teased   with   a   grin.   “Unless   you're   just   looking   for   an   excuse   to   put   your   junk   in   front   of   my   face.   Which,   if   that's   the   case?   Go   ahead   bro.”   He   teased   as   he   playfully   made   his   pecs   bounce.

Joey had to admit that Cal’s booming voice was always a little stunning, the man’s laugh could make the walls shake but Joey liked it. He liked the way that the man was about as far from subtle as it was possible for a human being to get, from his laugh to how oversized his muscles were. “I mean, I’m always looking for an excuse to put my junk in your face but that’s besides the point” he retorted, chuckling as he got up and walked over to the other man “Besides you’re right, I need a break from lifting so better to go on the support… maybe put enough weight on these for them to be an actual challenge for you” he moved over so he was standing right over Cal, his legs spread so sure enough his junk was right above the man’s face. His shorts were hanging just right and he grinned as he got his hands in the right spot so he could help if needed and wondered how long it’d take for Cal to spot that all he had on under his shorts was a very tight tiny jockstrap.

[thronesandomens]

Cal's   lips   pulled   up   into   a   grin   as   he   heard   Joey's   words   and   he   let   out   a   chuckle.   “Tsk,   tsk…Trying   to   use   me   as   an   excuse?   Shame   on   you.”   Cal   teased   with   a   grin   as   he   continued   working   on   the   weights.   Titan   has   dealt   with   a   lot   more   when   in   combat,   so   for   him?   This   was   rather   easy.   And   while   a   smart   guy   would   disguise   how   easy   it   was…Well,   Cal   is   definitely   far   from   smart.   “Huh?”   He   was   so   lost   in   his   thoughts   as   he   did   his   reps   that   he   was   thrown   off   when   the   other   man's   shorts   were   suddenly   just   about   all   he   could   see.   And   he   grinned   as   he   shook   his   head.   “Ha!   No   need   to   waste   your   ti…."   He   trailed   off   as   he   smelled   a   rather   musky   scent,   and   soon   enough?   The   himbo   noticed   the   lack   of   undergarments   under   the   other   man's   clothes.   And   he   could   feel   his   own   body   responding.   “Feeling   daring   today,   huh?”   He   asked   with   a   chuckle,   trying   to   hide   how   pale   cheeks   were   definitely   a   bit   flushed   now   after   he   took   a   rather   heavy   sniff.