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Now don’t be kink shaming me. Some of you out there are just like me. Besides, you can’t program your mind to like only certain things. How boring would that be? I’m drawn to those bad boys like moths to a flame.

I met him at a bar like all good relationships begin. Was out with my buddies on a Friday night when he came strolling in with his white wife beater on practically sending out a broadcast that Mr. Wrong was here. Chris tried to dissuade me from approaching him but I wanted to at least try and taste the newest flavor at the Eagle.

He smiled at me when I offered to buy him a drink and he told the bartender he wanted a scotch. I should’ve just smiled and walked away at that point because only real men can handle their liquor that seriously but instead I watched him down the shot without flinching and then reach down the bar and draw me in for a kiss to end all others.

I was smitten.

When he came up for air, he asked me for my name. I told him Vic, and ever since has called me boy. Then he draped a hairy tattooed arm over my shoulder as we watched a couple fellows dancing on the broad dark floor. He whispered in my air that he’d like to do that and asked me if I would too? I just nodded as he led me across the dark floor. He led me to the even darker back room where he was obviously looking instead and stripped my shirt almost as soon as crossing the door threshold. He kissed me again as he leaned me against a dirty wall and began making out with me.

He tore his wife beater off from his hairy chest and grabbed my head with a firm grip as he guided my quivering lips from nipple to nipple. When he was excited from his masterful control of my suctioning mouth, he drove my mouth and the rest of my body lower until I was staring at an obscenely packed pair of blue jeans. He reached down and popped them open, releasing his huge control center which popped out to smell my face. When it found my lips parted from the surprising size of it, there was no pause as it slid inside my mouth and began exploring.

I was immediately in heaven as this huge cock was suddenly now mine to suck and lick as I endeavored to please my new partner. I pulled off to get a full look at its magnificence and must’ve taken too long as I felt the sting of an open palm against my cheek as I heard him tell me to get back to sucking, boy.

My eyes widened in surprise but blended into lust as slid his thick member back into my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly as I struggled to deep throat his huge endowment. I looked up while putting all my skills to work and saw him watching me in the darkness with a fevered grin as he pressed his hips further against my face.

I felt my head resting against the wall behind me as began forcing his thick monster into my gagging throat. He just told me to take it, bitch. His furry navel continued to make a connection with my forehead as he fucked my mouth mercilessly.

Finally his muscular belly stopped moving away as he managed to slide enough of his shaft into my throat that he was actually stuffed in my mouth and all he was doing was moving the thick head forward and backward a few inches as he frantically fucked my throat. The quiet dark room was momentarily upset as he roared a triumphant growl while seeding my throat. It wasn’t a huge load but I definitely felt the warm fluid splatter down my throat. I just continued to swallow as I could to prevent myself from vomiting everything back up.

When he finished shooting, he slid back out of my mouth and told me to clean that shit up so he could go out and get another drink. I looked up in awe and complied. As I stowed his softened member back into his stretched jeans he helped me to my feet and picked up my tshirt along with his wife beater. As he put it back on in the dark room the white looked like a surrender flag but I was the one who had surrendered. Within a two weeks period Larry was moved in with me and he was my man.

We continued going out to the bars on weekends and after a month or so, I guess the magic had worn off, as he started paying attention to other guys. Ir hurt a little that he was looking but I thought about things and realized that he was still going home with me so I just grinned and went in with it. I was the one getting fucked like a total bitch when we got home!

Besides it was kind of hot knowing that my man was the object of all these guy’s lust. He had lots of drinks purchased for him and he even danced with them at times but by the end of the night he went home with me. That is until April 16th when we met Kyle. Kyle was a cute twink who was buying the fucking bar for Larry. They’d danced a couple times and I saw Larry look at the backroom doorway a couple times but to his credit, he didn’t try to sneak off to it with Kyle.

However by the time we left, Larry had offered Kyle a ride home as he was using an Uber. As we walked out the door Larry told me that I needed to sit in the back. First it was the proper thing to do, as he was my guest. Second he can’t get to my goodies from the back seat and I am going to get some fucking road head, boy! Now are we understood? I just looked into his hypnotic grey eyes and nodded.

When Kyle returned from the bathroom we made our way to the jeep and I climbed into the back seat where I had the whole bench to myself as Kyle took my usual spot. Larry looked at me in the mirror and grinned as he started up the vehicle and began driving.

Kyle gave me a sneaky glance before sliding over closer to Larry and resting his head against the massive shoulder. As Larry draped his right arm over the back of the seat around Kyle’s shoulder he gave me another glance in the mirror, as if daring me to say something. Truth was, I was too busy watching my man being the macho alpha claiming another submissive fellow.

I was eagerly watching the show in the front seat and I wasn’t being disappointed. In the quiet of the drive, the steady humming of the motor with the occasional clicking from the turn signals was disrupted as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down. For the third time in ten minutes, I saw Larry’s eyes in the mirror as a wicked smile spread across his face.

I could see Kyle’s shoulders moving as Larry said that it tastes a hell of a lot better than it feels. Kyle’s head disappeared below the bench line as I heard a wet noise from his mouth making contact with Larry’s cock. My boyfriend grunted out a “hell yeah” as we veered a little towards the curb.

Half a minute later, Larry’s arm disappeared as well as he placed it on top of Kyle’s busy head. At this point Larry wasn’t even concerned about where he was driving. We rode around the same few blocks as Kyle was giving my man a top grade blowjob from the seat of our jeep. The guys on the street were aware of what was going on inside our car and by the third time we past them, they were lined up on the curb cheering Larry on.

When we got to a red light by the courthouse, things reached a climax as Larry pushed down in Kyle’s head while shooting off into his mouth. The car behind us honked his horn after Larry hadn’t moved when the light changed, but he was undeterred. He allowed Kyle the freedom to sit back up after taking his load and then pressed the accelerator to move. Only in response the car behind us flipped on a pair of blue lights.

He escorted us into the empty parking lot for Lowe’s and walked up to Larry’s window. He shone g flashlight into the car and lit up his and Kyle’s glistening faces. He then asked Larry if he thought he could get away with something that bold?

Larry said that he just couldn’t deny a cocksucker what he craved. Especially when he looked that desperate. Could he!

The cop flashed his light once more at Kyle’s sloppy mouth and said that he could appreciate the kindness of a friend. In fact he could see himself helping out likewise. He walked around to the passenger side and told Kyle to step out of the vehicle. Then he asked Larry how his throat was and he replied that it was so good you were able to sneak up on my ass!

The cop chuckled as he told Kyle this was his lucky night. He was gonna get two fucking thick dicks to suck. Get busy boy! Kyle knelt on the parking lot and opened the cops pants to reveal a hard cock waiting to be tamed. Larry got out of the car and joined the fun. His cock still unleashed from the road head was stiffening up as he walked at the passenger side and tore Kyle’s pants down the ass seam.

The cop smiled as he watched Larry in action while he held Kyle’s head in place. With the seam gone, it was clear that Kyle was going commando and Larry started rubbing his leaking cock head against his target.

The strong cop held Kyle’s head in place as Larry entered the unopened exit portal on Kyle’s back side. He let out a scream that was muffled by the thick cop dick in his mouth. Larry stopped and spit twice on his halfway buried member before sliding it out and in a couple times. Then he proceeded to bury his boner up Kyle’s ass.

The cop grunted his approval as he continued to plumb the depths of Kyle’s mouth and throat in rhythm with Larry’s strongarm usage of the tight hole now gripping his once again erection. They tag teamed Kyle for another ten minutes before the Mike on the cop’s uniform shirt sent him a message that he was needed at a location. He replied that he would get right on it as he gripped Kyle’s pretty head and fucked it rapidly before unloading. Kyle was coughing as he was overloaded in semen which caused Larry to unload up his spasming ass. The cop withdrew and ordered Kyle to lick him clean. Now!!

Kyle got busy sucking up the stray drops of the officers load before he zipped back up and nodded at Larry before returning to his squad car and heading off. Larry came over to the car and told me to give him my shirt as he didn’t want Kyle’s dripping hole to soak his jeep seat. I reluctantly stripped off my shirt and rode the rest of the way home in silence.

This started a new page in our lives as Larry would often seek out attractive young men and offer them rides home in our jeep. It got to a point that I would actually look for guys for him to fuck. It was depraved, but in my mind I was getting hornier and hornier each time we went clubbing.

Then last weekend happened. We went to my parent’s anniversary party and while everyone had a good time, I could see my brother Jake had a little bit too good a time. By the time we were ready to go, it was plain he was in no shape to drive so Larry offered to drive Jake home and bring him out in the morning to pick up his car.

As we gathered our stuff, Larry matter of factly told me two words… Back seat. I just gaped at him and said that he was my brother. He turned and replied that he’d been eying my bulge all evening and his ass feels amazing in my hands. I just gaped as he walked off to get Jake.

When we got in the jeep, I dutifully took my seat in the rear as Larry and Jake took the front seats. We looked more like three fishing buddies heading home after a long day on the lake, but my brother was drunk enough to cast away any doubts. He reached over and gave Larry a bro tap on his shoulder and thanked him for the ride home.

Larry just said it was nothing as he reached down and scratched his nuts through his jeans. Jake was all eyes on this as his inhibitions were a little freer. Larry, knowing the effect he was having, decided to go further and popped the button on his pants and slid his hand inside. Jake was hooked on things at this point.

Larry said that sometimes he just needed to let things air out from being pent up all day. Ain’t that right Jake? My brother just stammered at having been caught staringnd didn’t really give an answer.

Larry said laughed and said that he could smell his balls from there. Surely they’re assaulting you with their sweat? Then he flipped his zipper flap down and released his thickening pecker as he reached in and pulled out his big hairy balls. He moaned as he said it sure felt good to release them. Then he asked Jake if he still couldn’t smell his balls? Then he added that I enjoyed their aroma so much he figured Jake would like it too.

Jake was now openly ogling my man’s erect cock and big hairy nuts as they spilled out of his fly. Larry encouraged Jake to get a good whiff and tell him what he thought. Well this was the make or break point and secretly I hoped Jake would go for it. He’d always been the alpha growing up and this was just too fucking hot to go any way else.

To my delight, Jake leaned over and stuck is face close to Larry’s crotch as he took a deep breath. Holy fuck, he was doing it!!

Larry looked in the mirror at me with a fucking evil grin as he asked Jake what he thought. Jake just groaned as Larry placed his hand on top of Jake’s ball cap and rubbed my brother’s head. He told Jake that he’d heard that the sense of smell and taste were closely aligned so he’d probably get a better sense of… and that’s as far as he got.

Jake’s mouth wrapped around his dick as his head went deep into Larry’s lap. I’d seen this before on multiple occasions but never with someone I knew. Never with my brother. But there Jake was and I could hear his mouth making a sloppy wet connection with a thick cock I was familiar with. My big brother was being as big a slut as I am over the same cock. He was bouncing his head in Larry’s lap as my man drove us around the empty suburban streets. As the occasional streetlights lit up the front seat I saw my brother taking that dick all the way down in his mouth.

Larry howled as forced Jake’s mouth down to the root of his cock like he had done with a number of other guys, including me. He pulled over beneath a leafy maple tree and parked as he fucked Jake’s eager mouth like it was a newbie cocksucker needing broken in. He had Jake tongue his balls like they were made of cotton candy before bringing his mouth back up to finish him off. His growl when he came in my bros mouth was so loud, two neighbors flipped on their porch lights to see what was going on.

Larry just laughed as he put the jeep in gear and pulled off. He instructed Jake to lick all that shit off his shaft and balls and for the next few minutes my brother quietly tended to his task. We reached our home shortly after that and Larry only buttoned his pants before escorting Jake into our home.

Jake found a place to sleep on the couch and was out like a light before I knew what was what. We soon joined him as we went to bed as well. The next morning Larry awoke me and told me that he had fucked Jake and that ass was as fantastic as he had thought. He would’ve awakened me but I looked so angelic sleeping there. Besides, I wanted to fuck him with you. Curiously, he makes that little cooing noise too when I go deep up his ass. Must be a Brown thing. Maybe I should fuck your old man too to test that theory? He still looks pretty good for a forty-two year old…

One of the counsellors that was going to train me was Noah Davids, the pastor's son. He was virtually perfect. Good student, he played guitar in the church choir, he helped with charities and camp, and he was extremely good looking with a great hot body. All the girls were in love with him and all the boys wanted to be him. I, honestly, wasn't sure where I landed. I still hadn't figured out my sexuality and Noah's presence made me feel nervous in a good way, but I thought nothing about it at the time.

Everyone in town came by to watch their favorite group of studs, half-naked, lathered up with soap, working their asses off to save their precious team. And boys will be boys, of course. The jocks were fooling around all day, toying with each other’s soaked briefs and rubbing their bodies up and down. Clowning around, grabbing each other’s junk, and shaking their booties for the customers.

Coach was soon to find out their tips would be even better, when his boys messed around with each other like that. Especially their gay customers seemed to be pleased. He had noticed a number of cars hanging around after they’d been washed. Some of them even paid for a wash up more than once, just to enjoy the sight of the ripped, gleaming studs bent over the hood.

Before long, Coach got an even better idea. He went up to these loyal male customers, and told them of an extra special feature of the carwash, later that night. Something that would really be worth their cash. When all the soccer moms and suburban families had gone home, and the jocks were exhausted after a whole day of soap and foolery, a small crowd of horny gay men had gathered.

That’s when Coach told his boys to lose the briefs. While the customers cheered loudly, the straight jocks obeyed. It didn’t matter whether they wanted this or not; Coach had given them an order, and that was that. No one would ever dare disobey Coach. Within a couple moments, the men were laughing at an entire row of naked, embarrassed studs.

“Take your pick, gentlemen,” Coach said, counting the wads of cash with a big grin on his face. “These boys have been washing each other clean all day. It’s time for them to get a lil’ dirty again.”

Like a pack of hungry wolves, the men dove onto the young hunks.

For the rest of the night, the carwash was filled with groans, gasps, and the unmistakeable sound of balls slapping against balls. Every single soaped-up jock butt was grabbed, pounded, and torn to shreds. The studs were fucked on the hoods of the cars they’d spent all day washing. They were spitroasted, choked on cock after cock, and could do nothing but writhe and moan as the men impaled them upon their rods.

Especially the quarterback was popular. As the prettiest, strongest of all, he was the pick of maybe five, six hungry men. The prime jock was double-dicked well into the night, subject to a brutal gangbang right before the eyes of his teammates. He begged his Coach for help, but the older man just watched and grinned at the sight. The quarterback squirmed, screamed and cried like a little bitch as the men ruined his perfect bubble butt. When morning came, the fucked out stud was thrown into the back of a car, and driven off to enjoy several more hours of ass-pounding at one of the men’s homes. Coach had received a generous sum in return. 

Sure, Coach knew his boys weren’t gonna be doing much damage on the field, anytime soon. But that didn’t really matter. With the money he’d made, he could buy a whole new damn team. He would keep these wrecked sluts as a permanent source of income, and just get himself a bunch of new jocks to replace them on the field. Even if they weren’t as skilled as the old crew, it didn’t really matter.

When Danny laid eyes on his new Grecian English teacher, he knew he wanted to have him. Everyday he would get aroused in class in his presence, It didn’t take long before his English teacher would notice him and take a very special interest in him.

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Wednesday Morning

Danny and his father had just moved to Hollywood where he attended public school, all the boys in his class wore whatever they wanted to and Danny enjoyed getting dressed up and free-balling in his shorts, always wearing almost the same outfit but different colors. He felt good and even got a bit excited, often getting erections in school seeing the other boys in their shorts from time to time. Danny was sitting in the back of English class taught by his new English teacher, Mr. Cummings. Cummings was perfect eyebcandy for Danny, hell. The majority of the girls had massive crushes on Cummings. Furthermore and as surprisingly enough for the straight Alpha-boys, some of them thought he was a total douchebag, well, perhaps he was. But nonetheless the underlined issue was that a few of the boys students secretly had crushes on Cummings. 

Cummings was from Mykonos, the perfect Grecian avatar specimen; fit, muscular, masculine and a total come-hither. Always taught class wearing his designer clothes: tight bluejeans, fitted white shirt and tie. No wonder Danny was always aroused in Mr. Cummings presence in class. The boy had slipped off his flip flops under the desk. Not only did it feel good to have his feet on the cold floor, but slipping off his flip flops in class made Danny feel a bit naughty and gave him an erection. He liked seeing the other boys slipping off shoes in class and free-balling which happened frequently in class. When Danny stretched his legs, his feet bumped the socked feet of Edgar, the boy in front of him, he knew his friend had taken off his shoes as well. Edgar turned his head around and smiled at his friend. Danny liked that Edgar never pulled his feet away when they touched under the desk, and in fact his friend let Danny rub their feet together a bit. Footsie never hurt, in fact it was quite cute.

Of course Danny was hard as a rock, so he could not resist feeling himself through his shorts.

It felt good to feel his hard cock in class, but at the same time doing so made him feel even hornier. He found that he could not stop rubbing his erection through his shorts in class. It felt so good, he had to keep doing it even when oozing his pre-cum.

Mr. Cummings continued his lecture, and as he did, Danny kept rubbing himself. Finally he could not stand it anymore and had to reach in his shorts. Once he did, Danny began to rub his erection through his exposed shorts, getting more and more excited. Within a few minutes, Danny realized he would not be able to stop. Soon he was cumming in his shorts in the middle of class, his semen soaking into his shorts, as he continued to rub himself furiously.

Shortly after Danny had his orgasm, the bell rang. He quickly stepped back into his flip flops and stood up. His friend Edgar turned around and looked down. Smiling, Edgar licked his lips with excitement and told Danny that his shorts had cum on them. Danny looked down, realized that not only did he still have his hard on exposed but that his shorts were soaked with his cum. He could feel his cum continue to soak into his shorts as he walked out of class...trying to conceal it with his school books. Just before Danny left class, Mr. Cummings stopped him and asked him to see him after school. Danny panicked, he was sure that his teacher saw him masturbate and ejaculate in class and that he would now be in big trouble. At the end of the school day, Danny went back to his teacher’s classroom as Mr. Cummings casually had asked. Mr. Cummings had no misgivings when he approached Danny, and asked. 

“Do you want to be punished, my way?”

Danny was surprised when his teacher told him he wanted to go over his latest homework assignment with him, as he felt the boy’s writing was excellent. Mr. Cummings asked him to stand next to his desk as he discussed the boy’s work.

As his teacher talked, Danny looked down and realized that his teacher had an erection inside of his pants. Not only that, but Mr. Cummings was gently stroking himself through his dress pants as he talked. After he discussed his writing, Mr. Cummings began to tell Danny that the best writing came from exposing oneself, making oneself vulnerable and open. As he said this looking at Danny with lust in his eyes, Mr. Cummings unzipped his pants. He continued to talk to Danny about opening oneself up as he exposed his cock ring and 9 inch Grecian erection, slowly pulling it out of his pants.

Mr. Cummings was now openly masturbating inches in front of Danny as he turned to ask him if he understood the point he was making about opening oneself up. Danny looked down at Mr. Cummings majestic cock wide eyed.

“...Of course I do!” 

Mr. Cummings asked him if he wanted to expose himself through his work, and Danny said he did. His teacher reached his hand over into Dannys shorts and pulled out his hard cock. Mr. Cummings put his arm around him and pulled him in closer, simultaneously stroking Dannys dick as well as his own. Dannys teacher asked him if he enjoyed the feeling of freedom that exposing oneself brought and Danny agreed that he did. Mr. Cummings expressed he enjoyed the mutual feeling as well as he stroked both his own and Dannys hard cocks. Soon he could not hold back his emotions and was moaning in pure ecstasy as he was reaching climax. His teacher encouraged him to let himself free and Danny began to spurt his cum all over his teacher’s lap. Mr. Cummings used Dannys cum as lubricant, stroking himself faster and with a grunt, began to experience an orgasm as well. His own semen mixed with Dannys as the teacher’s lap became a mess of cum.

Mr. Cummings helped him pull up his shorts, telling him he was happy they felt they could bond and be open with each other. He expressed to him that he will definitely look forward to seeing him in class the next day. Afterwards Danny left the classroom almost exhausted.

Thursday Morning 8am

The next day in English class, Mr. Cummings wore a tight pair of white pants which exposed his rather large cock hanging to the left and gave the boys an assignment to work on at their desks during class. As the boys were working, many began to slip off their shoes under their desks. Danny eyes grew wider gazing at Mr. Cummings package, again Danny felt himself getting aroused and took off his own flip flops.

After a few minutes, Cummings glances over at Danny as he told the class they could work individually or in pairs if they wanted. Immediately Danny’s friend Edgar turned around so they could work together. Edgar had also taken off his shoes, and his and Danny’s feet were touching under the desks. Danny smiled and began to rub his feet against Edgar’s feet and his friend rubbed socked feet in return. Danny began to rub his erection through his new pair of shorts while looking at Mr. Cummings to make sure his teacher could see what he was up to under the desk.

After a few minutes, Danny unzipped his shorts.

Hearing the sound, Edgar looked under the desk. Whispering to Danny. Edgar asked if he was jacking off in class and Danny said he was. Edgar asked him about Cummings. What if he saw? Would they get detention? Or would they be reprimanded. Danny calmly replied that he did not care and was going to do it anyway. Edgar grinned and told Dannny he was brave. Danny rubbed himself through his shorts for several minutes, occasionally looking to make eye contact to see if his teacher was watching. Eventually Danny worked his erection out of his fly of his shorts. He looked up to see Edgar grinning at him, who asked if he had taken his dick out of his pants. Danny told him he had, so Edgar looking all excited peeked under the desks to see.

Danny was now exposed and openly masturbating at his desk in class, his legs wide open to seduce Edgar’s needs and his teacher watching his every move. Danny was so excited, he knew he would reach orgasm soon if he was not careful. Danny tried to edge, stopping and starting to prolong the experience. Occasionally Edgar would ask him if it felt good or if he was enjoying it as he would peek under the desk cautiously beginning to massage his own cock. Soon Danny felt his climax building up. Edgar whispered to him, asking if he was going to cum. And if so he wants to see. All Danny could do was nod as his twitching cock began spurting cum all over his shirt. He was excited not only by masturbating in class, but also that his friend Edgar was witnessing his show under the desk and his teacher could see the whole thing.

The bell rang as Danny was getting his still-dripping cock back into his shorts and zipping up.

The boys were getting their shoes back on and heading out of class. One boy looked at Danny’s shorts and whispered to Edgar that he had a mess on his pants. Edgar whispered back that Danny had just masturbated in class, and both of the boys laughed. Cummings nonchalantly touched his simi-bulge nodding and smiled as Danny walked out of class.

Friday Afternoon 1pm

The next day at school, morning classes were cancelled for a school presentation. The boys all filed to the school auditorium. Since the classes this year were larger than usual, there were not enough seats for all of the boys. Many of them had to stand in the back along with the teachers during the assembly. The presentation turned out to be a movie, so the lights were dimming. The other side of the auditorium where the boys were standing was particularly crowded, with students pushed against one another. Danny was in a corner next to Edgar and they realized Cummings was standing behind them. Once the auditorium was dark and the movie had started, Danny began to experience his teacher’s hands slowly closing in around his waist. His stiff boner pressed against him.

He gave in, whispering into Dannys ear..with his deep seductive voice.

“Just so you know, you’ve always been my favorite student..hope you enjoy the movie. And whatever happens...happens.”

Danny didn’t move a muscle, he just slowly cracked a grin looking straight ahead. Cummings continued to explore the boy’s chest, legs and bottom, His hands softy running all over Dannys body. Danny could feel Cummings boner from behind then discreetly unbuttoned his shirt, then cautiously his own pants. Edgar looked over to realize that his teacher was undressing Danny right next to him. Edgar was surprised but immediately became aroused at the sight. Danny could feel Cummings use the toe of his foot to pop the heel of his shoe off, so Danny stepped out of his right flip flops. Then his teacher did the same with his left. He discreetly unzipped the boy’s shorts, which fell to his ankles with ease as his shirt slid off his shoulders. Danny stepped out of his shorts and now realized he was standing in the school auditorium stark naked.

Cummings began to fondle Dannys erection as he humped Danny from behind, rubbing his own hard-on against his ass. 

Edgar kept looking over, playing with his own erect cock through his pants pocket. Danny could feel his teacher unzipping his own pants and taking his cock out, then Danny felt him begin to press his exposed pre-cummed cock pressing against his ass. Danny was both excited and scared at the same time, worried they would be caught, but was turned on by the thrill of it all, the excitement and the risk of the experience. Suddenly, the next thing he knew, his teacher had his pre-cummed cock between his ass crack and his head pressing into his hole. He gently slid his dick inside of Dannys already lubed hole. (Apparently Danny was already prepared) Soon he was sliding in and out as he reached around stroking Dannys cock. Danny could feel his teacher thrusting inside of him, biting his lip, breathing heavily, he tried to control himself from moaning, worried he would not be able to keep standing as he felt his knees getting week. Danny was so excited to have this happening to him and his friend was standing next to him watching the whole thing. A few more thrusts and he grunted into Danny’s ear.

With every thrust!

“Oh, I’ll…uhhhh… make sure you…. graduate w-w-w-with honors…”

Emptying his Grecian hot load of cum inside of the boy. At the same time Danny’s cock exploded!!Shooting his cum all over the pants of the boy standing in front of him. As quickly as it started, it had ended. Cummings had zipped up and disappeared into the crowd. Danny could feel cum dripping out of his hole as he tried to find his clothes and get dressed. Edgar scurried to helped him, and Danny noticed Edgar had a wet patch on the front of his trousers. Danny smiled at Edgar and turn to continue watching the rest of the movie with a plastered smile upon his face...Talking about teacher student privileges.

The End

Yep, my true story to date. That was how I remembered it when I was a sophomore in high school. I honestly couldn’t complain, although eventually I found out years later that he was married at the time I was in his class, Mr. Cummings helped contribute to the man I am today with no regrets.

Liam.

Fuck.

Owen’s fingers tightened around his glass. He hadn’t seen him in more than eight years—not since high school, when they’d been inseparable, when Owen had spent entire summers glued to his side, heart pounding every time Liam laughed. Back then, he hadn’t understood the heat in his gut, the way his pulse spiked when Liam flexed his arms lifting weights in his garage, the sweat glistening on his skin. He’d just known he wanted to be near him, always.

Now, though? Now he knew exactly what that tightness in his chest had meant.

He’d learned all about it in college, those brief and happy years when he managed to escape this town for a bit. Before that, he hadn’t known sex with men was an option for him. Not until his big from the frat he'd joined pulled him into his room and showed him how men pleasure each other. That shitty room in that shitty house became a palace of pleasure for them that semester.

Then his big had graduated and he’d fucked any man he could. And that had landed him back here. 

He figured most people knew about what happened. That’s how small town gossip went. He’d been a Junior, still young and stupid, when he’d been caught balls deep in his TA before a midterm exam. If either one of them had been a girl it would’ve worked out different but the school had no place for them after that. As far as he knew, the TA transferred to a graduate program in a more progressive state and he’d been booted back home. And here he was all those years later.

It hadn’t been that bad. He’d gotten a good job and housing was cheap here so last year he’d bought a little house and was fixing it up. Plus, being the town queer meant all the DL men came to him with their curiosities. Usually they expected him to be their bitch but he found a certain pleasure in turning that back on the closeted men of this town. 

All that to say, he was still fucking around, looking for something more. And if he was being honest with himself, he was looking for something like the connection he’d had with Liam back in the day. That’s why he’d sought the fraternity of his frat brothers in college and why a meaningless hookup never seemed to satisfy him. 

Liam hadn’t spotted him yet. He was scanning the room, running a hand through his perfectly quaffed hair. It was darker than it used to be but Owen recognized the same nervous tic he’d had back then, always fussing with his hair even when he’d buzzed it all off back in eighth grade. Owen took the opportunity to drink him in. He’d filled out since their school days, shoulders broader, jaw sharper, the lean swim-team physique replaced with something harder, more defined. His jeans were slung low on his hips, hugging tight to an ass that had definitely plumped up since the last time he’d made some bro-y excuse to slap it. The black henley clung to his chest, the sleeves stretched tight around his biceps, and Owen’s mouth went dry imagining what it would feel like to dig his fingers into that muscle, to pull him close and—

He shifted on his stool, the denim of his jeans suddenly too tight. Down, boy. This wasn’t some random hookup at the bar. This was Liam. There was a wave of greetings as people welcomed him to the table with hugs and shoulder squeezes.

Before he could decide whether to slip out unnoticed, Liam’s gaze landed on him. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face. “Owen?”

Owen forced a grin, lifting his glass in a half-assed salute. “Long time.”

Liam didn’t hesitate. He circled the long table in a few strides, sliding into the chair some girl from his tenth grade chemistry class had abandoned beside him with an ease that made Owen’s stomach flip. “No shit. What’re you doing back in town?”

“I’ve been back a few years now.” Owen took a sip of his whiskey, the burn doing little to distract him from the heat of Liam’s thigh pressed against his. “You?”

“Oh yeah, I’d heard you were back but I figured you would’ve found your way out again by now. I never knew someone so excited to leave this place.” Owen flinched at that. So Liam knew what had happened and he knew he was still a failure, stuck in this place. Yet, here he was, next to him. For the moment. 

“I’m in town for a few weeks, my dad is wanting me to move back and take over the store, but I’m still deciding,” Liam’s knee bounced, restless. “God, it’s been—what, eight years?”

“Nine.” Owen’s voice came out rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat. “You look good.”

Liam’s cheeks flushed, just slightly, and Owen’s cock twitched. Fuck, he was still so easy to read. “You too.”

The silence that followed was thick, charged. Owen should’ve made small talk—asked about his job, his life, anything to break the tension. But all he could think about was the way Liam’s lips parted when he was surprised, the way his breath hitched when Owen had leaned in too close back in the day, testing boundaries neither of them had understood.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out, brushing his thumb over the back of Liam’s hand where it rested on the table. Liam’s breath caught. His fingers curled, not pulling away, but not quite gripping Owen’s either. Interesting.

This was risky with so many people around. If Liam made a scene, that’d be a stain he’d never wipe out of the memory of this town. Just talking to him was probably enough for people to gossip about him trying to fuck his childhood friend. They wouldn’t be wrong.

Owen leaned in, dropping his voice to a low murmur. “You ever think about it? Back then?”

Liam’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Think about what?”

“How close we were.” Owen’s thumb traced slow circles over his skin. “How much time we spent together. All those nights in your room, pretending we were just hanging out.”

A shiver ran through Liam. His gaze darted to Owen’s mouth, then back up, dark and hungry. “I—yeah. Sometimes. I miss those days. A lot.”

Owen’s pulse spiked. He feels it too. He didn’t let himself overthink it. In one smooth motion, he slid off his chair, grabbing Liam’s wrist and pulling him toward the back of the restaurant, toward the single-stall bathroom with the broken lock. Liam didn’t resist. His steps were unsteady, but he followed, letting Owen push him inside and flip the lock before pressing him against the door.

This wasn’t the first time this bathroom had been used for rushed sexual encounters. Owen had a brief memory of Mr. Casey, a local insurance agent that like to put his face on billboards and bus stops, on his knees sucking him off in this very place last year.

The second the door clicked shut, Owen was on him. His hands cupped Liam’s face, tilting it up, and he crashed their mouths together. Liam gasped, but then he was kissing back, desperate and clumsy, like he’d been waiting years for this. His fingers dug into Owen’s hips, pulling him flush against him, and he groaned at the feel of Liam’s hardening cock pressing against his own.

“Fuck, Liam,” Owen growled against his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Liam whimpered, his hips rolling, seeking friction. “Show me.”

Owen didn’t need to be told twice.

He dropped to his knees, the linoleum cold against his skin, and yanked at Liam’s belt. His friend—no, not just his friend, not anymore—was already hard, the outline of his cock straining against his jeans. Owen freed him with a rough tug, wrapping his fingers around the thick, flushed length. Liam hissed, his head thunking back against the door.

“O-Owen—”

“Shh,” Owen didn’t give him time to argue. He licked a slow stripe up the underside of Liam’s cock, savoring the way his thighs trembled. Then he took him in, deep, until the head hit the back of his throat.

Liam’s hands flew to Owen’s hair, gripping tight. “Fuck—fuck—”

Owen hollowed his cheeks, pulling back before plunging down again, his lips stretched obscenely around Liam’s girth. He could taste the salt of precome, the musk of him, and it made his own cock ache. But this wasn’t about him. Not yet. He wanted Liam wrecked. He wanted him begging.

He pulled off with a wet pop, stroking the spit-slick length. “You ever let a man touch you, Liam?”

Liam shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “N-no. Just—just you.”

Owen’s grip tightened. “Good.” He nipped at the sensitive skin of Liam’s inner thigh, making him jerk. “Because I’m gonna be the first. Gonna make you feel so fucking good you won’t remember why you waited.”

Liam moaned, his hips twitching. Owen didn’t make him wait. He throated his dick with the expertise of years of turning straight cock. One hand held firmly onto his hip keeping him pinned against the door. He could feel how badly Liam wanted to thrust into his warm, wet mouth, but Owen was in control here and he wanted to assistance in getting him off. His other hand wandered up under that sexy black henley. 

Damn, his friend had gotten so sexy in the years since they’d last met. The breathing above him was getting tighter and Liam was practically whimpering at the onslaught of tongue and throat around his dick. He was getting close.

Owen shoved his jeans down a little further to give his hand enough room to play with his balls. They tightened up at the contact, rewarding Owen with a sweet burst of precome on his tongue. He slipped his hand further back, fingers applying just the right amount of pressure on his taint. He kept sliding back, slowly, so slowly. He’d barely touched the puckered entrance when Liam exploded in his mouth with a sob. 

Owen drank him down before standing up and adjusting his own dick in his pants. Now that he’d come, Liam would probably come to his senses and realize they’d gone too far. That’s how it went with men experimenting for the first time. 

When he’d first moved back to town, Owen had messed around with one of their old classmates. Tom had been an All State wrestler two years ahead of them. The man was shorter and carried the compact musculature of a light weight champ. He’d had a good college wrestling career but once he’d graduated, he had found a wife and moved back to town where he was now a history teacher and coach at the middle school. Tom had started saying hello to him at the gym and that lead to longer conversations between sets and then to casual eye contact as they dressed in the locker room. 

He’d blown him in the showers one day and then hadn’t seen him for months. Tom rearranged his whole work out schedule to avoid him. Owen remembered how it hurt at the time. The hope of sex and connection with a man and then immediate rejection.

Tom showed back up at the gym one day like nothing had ever happened. They’d chatted about their workout and the he’d followed Owen into the locker room. Owen didn’t bother showering. He’d thrown his stuff in his bag and nodded his head for Tom to follow him out. 

Owen had fucked him angry in the back of his truck. Shoving Tom's chest into the bench seat as he bred him from behind. Afterwards, Tom had pulled up his short, thanked him and trotted away to his car. Another few months passed before they found themselves back there again. The come stains on Owen’s back seat were a constant reminder. 

He needed to get out of here before Liam could throw this back in his face too. But when he reached for the door, Liam grabbed his wrist. His thumb rubbing over his pulse point like a kiss. 

“Wait, what about you?”

Owen searched his eyes for the rejection he’d expected, not finding it. He’d give his friend one last out. 

“Go back out there and hang out with the group, I’ll go out the back door. When you’re done, swing by my house. I’ll text you my address. What’s your number?”

“The same as always,” Liam grinned and Owen shuttered at the memory of how that smile always made him feel like he was the most important thing in the world. He looked away.

“Here, I’ll go first.” And with that he slipped out the door and made a beeline for the exit. He got around to the dumpsters before he keeled over and let out a sob. This was everything he’d ever wanted and he hadn’t been brave enough to say it out loud back there. If Liam decided he didn’t want this and just didn’t show, it might kill him. But at least he’d have some sort of closure.

He pulled out his phone and found his last message from Liam. Sometime five or six years ago after his life had fallen apart.

Liam: Dude! I heard your back in town. I’ll be around next week, come by my house sometime and we can chill. Just like old times!

How would his life be different if he’d just replied, if he’d met up, if he’d told him the truth he’d learned about himself. Fuck that, the self pity could wait. 

Owen: Here’s the address. You can park in the driveway, I’ll leave the front door unlocked.

Owen had only been home a few minutes when he heard the creak of the front door from his kitchen. He hadn’t even had time to decide Liam wasn’t coming so he didn’t have a chance to be surprised. 

“Dude, nice place you got here!” His low voice thrummed through the walls and straight to Owen’s dick.

He walked out to meet his friend in the front room and pulled him into another searing kiss before he could turn around and walk out of his life.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

Liam gave him a shy smile, “I’m not but I was kinda hoping you could show me.”

Owen spun him around, pressing his chest to the door, and yanked his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Liam’s ass was perfect—round, somehow tanner than Owen got at the height of summer, the muscles flexing as Owen spread him open with his thumbs.

“Jesus,” Liam muttered, “you don’t waste any time, now do you?”

Owen leaned in. He dragged his tongue over Liam’s hole, slow and deliberate, and Liam cried out, his fingers scrambling against the door.

“Oh FUCK!”

Owen chuckled darkly, breathing hot air over the wet skin. They didn’t have time to make to the bedroom or even the couch across the room. He threw his arm across the end table nearest them to clear a space before pushing Liam onto his back.

“Please, Owen–”

“Please what?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He spread his legs and licked him again, giving his ass a few slaps to watch the way it jiggled. Owen was mesmerized by it. He spat, rubbing the slickness over Liam’s entrance before pressing one finger inside. “You want my fingers?”

Liam’s body clenched around him, tight and virgin-hot. “Fuck—more—”

Owen added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching him. “You’re gonna take my cock so good, Liam. Gonna fuck you right here, make you scream.” He curled his fingers, pegging Liam’s prostate, and Liam’s knees nearly buckled. “That’s it. That’s the spot.”

“Nngh—Owen, I can’t—” Liam’s voice was raw, his cock dripping, his ass pushing back against Owen’s fingers like he was starving for it.

Owen stood, pressing his own aching length against Liam’s ass. He reached forward, gripping Liam’s cock, stroking in time with the thrust of his fingers. “You can. You will.” He bit at Liam’s ear. “You’ve been waiting for this as long as I have. Admit it.”

Liam whimpered, his head falling back against the wall. “Yes—yes—”

Owen groaned, his free hand fumbling with his own jeans. He needed inside him. Now. But first—

He pulled his fingers free, ignoring Liam’s broken protest, and dropped back to his knees. He grabbed Liam’s hips, yanking him back, and buried his face between his cheeks. His tongue speared into Liam’s hole, fucking him with it, and Liam’s cries filled the tiny entryway, his cock leaking against his flat stomach.

“Owen—I’m gonna come again—”

“Do it.” Owen’s voice was muffled against his skin. “Come for me, Liam. Show me how bad you want my cock.”

Liam’s body locked up, his cock pulsing as ropes of come splattered across his chest. Owen didn’t stop, licking and fingering him through it, until Liam was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did Owen stand, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. He grabbed Liam’s hip, lining himself up. “You ready?”

Liam nodded frantically, his forehead pressed to the door. “Yes—fuck, yes—”

Owen didn’t tease. He pushed in, slow but relentless, watching as Liam’s hole stretched around him, swallowing him inch by inch. The heat was incredible, the tightness almost painful, and when he bottomed out, Liam let out a broken, needy sound that went straight to Owen’s aching balls.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Owen groaned, his hands gripping Owen’s hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward, driving deep. “Told you I’d make you feel good.”

Liam could only moan in response, his body already tightening around Owen again. Owen set a brutal pace, fucking him hard, the slap of skin echoing off the tiled walls. Every thrust made Liam gasp, his cock twitching back to life despite the mess already drying on his golden skin.

“Gonna come inside you,” Owen grunted, his balls drawing up. “Gonna fill you up, Liam. Make you mine.”

“Yes—please—” Liam’s voice was a wrecked whisper. “Want it—want you—”

That was all Owen needed. He buried himself to the hilt and came, his release tearing through him as he pumped Liam full, his hips stuttering. Liam clenched around him, milking him, his own cock spurting another weak orgasm that leaked down into a puddle on his stomach.

For a long moment, they stayed like that—Owen slumped over Liam’s back, both of them breathing in the smell of sweat and sex. Then Owen placed one last kiss on his forehead before he pulled out slowly, his come dripping from Liam’s well-used hole.

Liam’s hand caught his before he could fully disconnect their bodies and intertwined their fingers. “That was…”

“A long time coming,” Owen whispered. He reached down, tucking himself back into his jeans before helping Liam up off the table. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t mind if you moved back to town.”

Ethan had always been the picture-perfect boyfriend: loyal, respectful, and the envy of every guy on campus. His rugged charm and easy-going nature made him a hit wherever he went, but today, things were about to take an unexpected and unsettling turn.

The sound of the front door slamming jolted him awake. Groggily, he sat up, running a hand through his short hair as his eyes adjusted to the light. “Becky?” he called out, expecting his girlfriend’s familiar voice. But instead, he heard heavy footsteps, a distinct stagger to them, as they approached the bedroom door.

Ethan barely had time to register what was happening when Becky's father, Steve, appeared in the doorway. The older man was clearly intoxicated, his tie loosened, his shirt slightly untucked, and a glazed, mischievous look in his eyes. Ethan had always been polite to Steve, though the man’s brash demeanor and occasional inappropriate comments had always made him uneasy.

“Ah, there he is,” Steve slurred, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze shamelessly raking over Ethan’s toned physique. “The golden boy.”

Ethan stood up, a polite but cautious smile on his face. “Hey, Mr. Caldwell. Becky’s not home yet, but she should be back soon.”

Steve ignored his words, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “You know, Ethan,” he began, his tone dripping with false camaraderie, “I’ve always wondered what it is about you that drives Becky so wild. Those muscles, that pretty-boy face…” He trailed off, his eyes lingering on Ethan’s compression shorts, the fabric leaving little to the imagination.

Ethan’s smile faltered, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he tried to defuse the tension. “Uh, thanks, I guess? Look, maybe you should sit down, Mr. Caldwell. I can get you some water or something—”

Steve cut him off, stepping closer, his predatory smirk growing. “No need for that, kid. I’m just… curious.” His hand reached out, brushing against Ethan’s chest, and the younger man instinctively stepped back, his muscles tensing as his sense of unease grew.

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked, his voice steady but firm, his hands raising defensively. “Becky’s going to be back any minute.”

Steve chuckled darkly, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. “Oh, I don’t think she’ll mind if we… get to know each other a little better.” His words hung in the air, thick with implication, as he advanced further into the room.

Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and confusion coursing through him as he tried to process the situation. “Look, Mr. Caldwell, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Let’s just—”

But before Ethan could finish his sentence, Steve closed the distance between them, his hands gripping the younger man’s biceps with surprising strength. Ethan’s reflexes kicked in, and he tried to pull away, but Steve’s grip was unrelenting, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer.

“You’ve got a lot to learn about respect,” Steve growled, his breath hot and heavy with the stench of whiskey. “And I think it’s time someone taught you.”

Ethan froze, his instincts screaming at him to get out of this situation. But Steve’s grip tightened, and the older man’s smirk only deepened as he leaned in, his voice dripping with malice. “I know your type, kid. All charm and good looks, thinking you can get away with anything. Becky deserves better than some two-timing pretty boy. And guess what? You’re about to learn that.”

Ethan’s eyes widened at the accusation, his heart racing. He tried to yank his arms free, but Steve’s grip was deceptively strong, and the alcohol only seemed to fuel his determination. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ethan stammered, his voice cracking slightly. “Let me go, man. This is messed up!”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Steve snarled, his tone darkening. “Saw you sneaking around last week, all over some other girl. Becky might not know, but I do. And now? You’re going to pay for it.”

With a swift motion, Steve shoved Ethan backward, sending him stumbling into the bed. The younger man tried to scramble to his feet, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress for leverage, but Steve was on him in an instant. Before Ethan could react, Steve reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick, leather belt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ethan barked, panic creeping into his voice as he tried to push Steve away. But the older man was relentless, grabbing one of Ethan’s wrists and twisting it behind his back with surprising force.

“Teaching you a lesson,” Steve hissed through gritted teeth, using the belt to bind Ethan’s wrist securely. Despite his strength, Ethan was at a disadvantage—caught off guard and now partially restrained. He thrashed against Steve’s grip, his muscles flexing and straining, but the older man pressed his weight down, pinning Ethan’s chest against the bed.

“Let me go, you psycho!” Ethan shouted, his voice muffled slightly as his face pressed into the mattress. But Steve only chuckled, the sound low and menacing, as he looped the belt around Ethan’s other wrist, effectively immobilizing him.

“There we go,” Steve muttered, satisfaction dripping from his tone as he tightened the makeshift restraint. Ethan writhed beneath him, his powerful legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to free himself, but Steve quickly adjusted, straddling the younger man’s lower back and using his weight to hold him down.

“You think you’re so special,” Steve sneered, his hands moving to grip Ethan’s broad shoulders, kneading the tense muscles as if to mock him. “All that strength, all those looks… but here you are, completely at my mercy.”

Ethan growled in frustration, his fists clenching behind his back as he tried to buck Steve off. “Get off me, man! This is insane!”

But Steve wasn’t listening. His hands slid down Ethan’s back, tracing the curve of his lats, before gripping the waistband of his compression shorts. Ethan’s entire body tensed, his breath hitching as he realized what was happening.

“You’re going to learn your place, boy,” Steve growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “And by the time I’m done, you’ll know exactly who’s in charge.”

Ethan’s struggles only seemed to amuse the older man, his smirk widening as he watched the once-confident athlete writhe helplessly beneath him. The room was filled with the sound of Ethan’s ragged breaths and the faint creak of the bed as he thrashed against his restraints, but Steve remained unmoved, his grip unyielding.

Ethan’s resistance was admirable—his muscular body straining against the restraints, veins bulging in his arms as he twisted against the belts holding him fast. Steve, however, had no intention of loosening his grip, both physically and metaphorically. The older man loomed over the trapped jock, his eyes roaming over Ethan’s sweat-slicked body, taking in the taut lines of muscle and the barely concealed panic in his steely blue eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Steve murmured, his voice low and menacing. “Might as well save your strength for what’s coming next.” His rough hand ran down Ethan’s exposed chest, tracing the hard ridges of his abs. “For all that muscle, you’ve got nothing left to fight with now.”

Ethan’s jaw clenched as he fought against the shame welling inside him, but his body’s position—stretched across the bed, face pressed into the mattress, his white compression shorts halfway down—left him defenseless. Steve took his time, savoring the moment. He leaned down, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear. “You’re going to learn, boy, that you’re not as untouchable as you think.”

Steve’s hands gripped Ethan’s hips firmly, forcing them higher as he positioned himself behind the restrained athlete. With one swift motion, he yanked the compression shorts down completely, revealing Ethan’s perfectly sculpted glutes. The sight of the younger man’s exposed vulnerability made Steve’s breath hitch, his arousal evident as he pressed his body against Ethan’s. “Let’s start here, shall we?” Steve growled, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Ethan squirmed, his muffled protests barely audible as Steve spread him open with firm, rough hands. The initial contact was deliberate—Steve’s tongue pressing against Ethan’s tight entrance, circling slowly to savor the jock’s taste. Ethan’s whole body tensed at the sensation, a mix of humiliation and involuntary response coursing through him. Steve’s tongue worked relentlessly, his grip on Ethan’s hips tightening to keep him in place as he explored every inch with calculated precision. Each flick of his tongue was deliberate, meant to break down Ethan’s resolve bit by bit.

“Not so tough now, huh?” Steve taunted between breaths, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. He didn’t let up, his tongue plunging deeper, his teeth occasionally grazing the sensitive skin to elicit sharp gasps from the restrained jock. Ethan’s head hung low, his face pressed into the sheets as he tried to suppress the conflicting sensations overtaking him. His body betrayed him, responding despite his mental protests, his muscles clenching and releasing in rhythm with Steve’s relentless ministrations.

Steve pulled back after what felt like an eternity, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood. “Now that you’re nice and ready, let’s see how much you can take,” he said darkly, his hands roaming over Ethan’s exposed body. With one forceful motion, Steve positioned himself at Ethan’s entrance, his hardness pressing insistently against the jock’s now-slickened hole.

The initial thrust was brutal—Steve didn’t ease in, instead forcing himself inside with a single, powerful motion that made Ethan cry out against his restraints. The sound was muffled but unmistakable, a mixture of pain and shock as his body struggled to adjust to the intrusion. Steve didn’t wait for Ethan to recover; his hips began to move immediately, setting a punishing rhythm that left no room for resistance.

Ethan’s body strained under the assault, his powerful muscles useless against the force of Steve’s thrusts. Each movement was deliberate, Steve’s hips slamming against Ethan’s with a force that made the bed creak beneath them. “You were built for this,” Steve growled, his hands gripping Ethan’s hips so tightly that bruises were already forming. “All those hours in the gym, all that training—just to end up right here, taking it like a good boy.”

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, a raw, primal rhythm that echoed off the walls. Steve angled his thrusts to hit deeper, drawing muffled groans from Ethan with each movement. The younger man’s struggles grew weaker, his body slowly surrendering as Steve’s dominance overwhelmed him.

“You think you’re something special, don’t you?” Steve taunted, his voice a harsh whisper as he leaned over Ethan, his chest pressing against the jock’s broad, heaving back. “But here you are, bent over and taking every inch like you were made for it.”

As Steve’s pace intensified, Ethan’s body began to react involuntarily, his hips pushing back slightly in time with Steve’s thrusts, despite his mind screaming in protest. Steve noticed immediately, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “See? You’re finally starting to get it. Doesn’t matter how strong you are—your body knows who’s in charge.”

Steve’s hand moved to the back of Ethan’s neck, gripping it firmly to keep him in place as he continued his assault. The control was absolute, each thrust driving home the point that Ethan was entirely at Steve’s mercy. The older man’s other hand slid around to grip Ethan’s shaft, stroking him roughly in time with his movements, forcing the jock to confront the undeniable evidence of his arousal.

“You’re going to come for me,” Steve growled, his voice thick with authority. “You don’t have a choice.”

Ethan’s body betrayed him completely, his muscles tensing as he reached his peak. With a muffled cry, he released, his climax splattering onto the sheets beneath him as Steve continued to drive into him, using his body without mercy. The shame of his own reaction burned through him, but there was no escaping the brutal reality of his situation.

Steve’s thrusts grew erratic as he approached his own climax, his grip on Ethan’s hips tightening impossibly further. With a final, deep thrust, he emptied himself inside the jock, his release marking Ethan in the most primal way possible. He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily as he savored his victory, his hands roaming over Ethan’s trembling body.

Ethan’s chest heaved, sweat dripping down his brow as he remained bound, his arms stretched above his head and his legs still restrained. The powerful jock, his muscles straining uselessly, glared defiantly at Steve despite the humiliation he had just endured. His pride hadn’t completely shattered—not yet. He made the mistake of speaking.

“You’re pathetic,” Ethan spat through gritted teeth, his voice low but dripping with venom. “This doesn’t mean anything. You think you’re in control? You’re nothing but—”

Before Ethan could finish, Steve’s hand clamped down on his jaw, cutting him off mid-sentence. His grip was vice-like, forcing Ethan’s mouth open as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the jock’s face. “Oh, you still think you’re calling the shots?” Steve sneered, his voice dangerously calm. “You’re in no position to talk, boy.”

With one hand still gripping Ethan’s jaw, Steve used his other hand to position himself, his hard length pressing insistently against Ethan’s open lips. The younger man’s eyes widened in realization, and he tried to turn his head away, but Steve’s grip held firm, forcing him to stay in place.

“You’re going to learn, Ethan,” Steve growled, his voice low and authoritative. “Big mouth like yours? Let’s put it to good use.”

Steve pushed forward without hesitation, the head of his cock breaching Ethan’s lips and sliding into his mouth. The jock’s muffled protests were immediate, his tongue pushing against the intrusion, but Steve didn’t care. He pressed deeper, the slick warmth of Ethan’s mouth enveloping him inch by inch. “That’s it,” Steve murmured, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. “Open up. Take it.”

Ethan’s jaw stretched wide to accommodate Steve’s girth, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin before Steve’s hand shifted to grab the back of his head, forcing him down further. The tip pressed against the back of Ethan’s throat, triggering his gag reflex almost instantly. The sound of the jock choking filled the room as he struggled, his body jerking against the restraints, but Steve didn’t relent.

“Relax,” Steve hissed, his fingers tangling in Ethan’s short hair as he held him in place. “You’re not getting out of this. Breathe through your nose, boy.”

Ethan’s gagging grew louder as Steve began to thrust, his hips moving with deliberate force. Each movement pushed deeper, filling the jock’s throat completely, leaving no room for resistance. The wet, choking sounds echoed in the room, mixing with Steve’s low, guttural groans as he used Ethan’s mouth with increasing intensity.

“Look at you,” Steve taunted, his voice rough and filled with dominance. “The big, tough jock, gagging on my cock like it’s too much for you. But I know you can take it. You’re built for this.”

Ethan’s eyes watered, tears streaming down his face as Steve continued to force himself deeper, the younger man’s throat constricting around him with every thrust. Steve’s grip tightened, keeping Ethan’s head in place as he picked up the pace, each movement more brutal than the last. The jock’s muffled gagging turned into desperate, choking gasps as Steve pressed in fully, his hips flush against Ethan’s face, burying himself to the hilt.

“You feel that?” Steve growled, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. “That’s what happens when you run your mouth, boy. You want to talk back? This is your punishment.”

Steve pulled back slightly, allowing Ethan a moment to gasp for air before driving forward again, his thrusts unrelenting. The jock’s throat was raw, his body trembling as Steve pushed him past his limits, each movement designed to destroy any remaining pride or defiance. The sound of Ethan’s gagging filled the room, punctuated by Steve’s grunts of exertion as he claimed the younger man completely.

As Steve neared his climax, his movements grew erratic, each thrust slamming into Ethan’s throat with a force that left the jock gasping for breath. “You’re going to take every last drop,” Steve snarled, his grip on Ethan’s head tightening as he buried himself one final time. With a guttural groan, he released, his hot seed spilling down Ethan’s throat in thick, unrelenting spurts.

Ethan’s body jerked as he struggled to swallow, the taste overwhelming as Steve held him in place, refusing to let him pull away. When he finally released his grip, Steve pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out of Ethan’s mouth with a slick, wet sound. The jock coughed violently, gasping for air as saliva and remnants of Steve’s release dripped down his chin.

Steve stood over him, his chest heaving as he looked down at the broken jock. “You’ve got a talented mouth, Ethan,” he said with a smirk, wiping himself off with a towel. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before talking back.”

Ethan’s head hung low, his breathing ragged as he knelt there, the taste of Steve still lingering on his tongue. The older man’s dominance was absolute, and Ethan was left with no choice but to accept his place, the weight of his submission settling heavily on his broad shoulders.

As Steve untied Ethan’s wrists and ankles, the older man smirked, savoring the glint of humiliation and raw arousal in the jock's eyes. Ethan staggered forward slightly, rolling his broad shoulders to relieve the tension from being bound for so long. His jaw was red and slightly swollen, evidence of the punishment Steve had just inflicted, but what caught Steve's attention was the unmistakable bulge in Ethan’s skin-tight compression shorts. The jock's cock was rock-hard, straining against the fabric, a physical betrayal that neither of them could ignore.

“Look at that,” Steve sneered, leaning back on the couch with his arms spread wide, utterly confident. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? That cock of yours doesn’t lie, Ethan.”

Ethan’s face burned with humiliation, his lips trembling as he tried to form a response. His mind screamed at him to shove Steve aside, to run, to do anything but stay in the room. But his body had other plans, his arousal overriding his sense of self-preservation. Despite everything, his cock throbbed, a deep ache that he couldn’t deny. It wasn’t just the physical tension; it was the adrenaline, the power dynamic, the sheer intensity of the situation that had his body betraying him.

“I-I’m not…” Ethan stammered, but his voice faltered as Steve patted his own lap.

“Then prove me wrong,” Steve said, his voice low and commanding. “Go ahead, walk out of here. Or,” he added, his eyes narrowing, “you can admit what that body of yours really wants.”

Ethan stood frozen for a moment, his fists clenching at his sides as he fought an internal war. But the throbbing in his shorts became unbearable, the fabric dampening with the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. Without thinking, his legs moved on their own, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of Steve.

Steve’s smirk widened as Ethan hesitated, his muscular chest heaving with deep, labored breaths. The older man reached up, his hands sliding over Ethan’s thighs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric. “That’s what I thought,” Steve murmured, pulling Ethan closer.

With trembling hands, Ethan pushed down his compression shorts, letting his cock spring free, hard and glistening at the tip. Steve chuckled darkly, running a finger along the length, making Ethan shiver. “Good boy,” Steve said. “Now, show me how much you want it.”

Ethan’s mind was a whirlwind of shame and raw need as he climbed onto Steve’s lap, straddling him. His powerful thighs flexed as he lowered himself, his chest brushing against Steve’s as he adjusted. The older man’s hands gripped Ethan’s hips, guiding him with an infuriating sense of control, as if he’d orchestrated this moment from the start.

Ethan reached behind him, grabbing Steve’s cock, which was still slick from the earlier encounter. He positioned it at his entrance, his body tensing as he felt the blunt pressure against him. “You’ve done everything else,” Steve taunted, his voice a low growl. “Time to see if you’re really built for this.”

With a sharp inhale, Ethan began to lower himself, the head of Steve’s cock breaching him with a slow, deliberate stretch. He gasped, his body trembling as he adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. Steve’s hands tightened on his hips, pulling him down further, forcing him to take more.

“That’s it,” Steve hissed, his nails digging into Ethan’s skin. “Take it all, jock boy. Show me what you’re made of.”

Ethan’s body burned, his muscles straining as he sank lower, his tight, athletic frame struggling to accommodate Steve’s girth. The pressure was intense, a mix of pain and something darker, something he couldn’t bring himself to name. When he finally sat fully on Steve’s lap, the older man’s cock buried deep inside him, he let out a shuddering breath, his forehead resting against Steve’s shoulder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Steve murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He rolled his hips upward, making Ethan gasp and arch his back. “Bet you never thought you’d be riding like this.”

Ethan gritted his teeth, his hands gripping Steve’s shoulders as he began to move. His powerful thighs flexed as he lifted himself up, only to slam back down, driving Steve deeper inside him. The rhythm started slow, hesitant, but Steve’s hands guided him, pushing him to pick up the pace. Each movement sent a jolt through Ethan’s body, the sensation of being filled overwhelming his senses.

As Ethan rode him, his cock bounced against Steve’s stomach, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through him. He hated how good it felt, how his body betrayed him with every movement. His arousal was undeniable, his cock dripping with precum as he moved faster, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

Steve’s hands roamed over Ethan’s body, tracing the lines of his abs, his broad chest, his flexing biceps. “You’re perfect for this,” Steve growled, his voice rough with lust. “All that muscle, all that strength… and here you are, using it to please me.”

Ethan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his head thrown back as he rode Steve with increasing desperation. The older man’s cock hit something deep inside him, sending a jolt of pleasure through his core that made him cry out despite himself. His movements became erratic, his body taking over as he chased a release he didn’t want to admit he needed.

Steve’s grip on Ethan’s hips tightened as he thrust upward, meeting the jock’s movements with brutal precision. “That’s it,” he snarled, his voice thick with dominance. “Ride it like you mean it.”

Ethan’s body trembled, his muscles straining as he slammed down one final time, burying Steve deep inside him. His cock pulsed, spilling hot ropes of cum between their bodies as he cried out, his voice breaking with the force of his release. Steve followed moments later, his own climax overtaking him as he gripped Ethan’s hips, holding him in place as he filled him completely.

The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Ethan slumped forward, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Steve’s hands ran over his back, possessive and firm, as if to remind him of his place.

“You were made for this,” Steve murmured, a dark smile playing on his lips. “Don’t forget it.”

One evening, we were both home alone and decided to watch a movie together. As we sat on the couch, our legs touching, I felt a sudden surge of electricity between us.

“You know, I’ve never been with a guy before,” I confessed nervously, my heart racing.

“Really?” Sebastian replied, his voice low and seductive. “Well, maybe it’s time you try something new.”

We leaned in closer, our lips barely touching. “I’ve never been with anyone who’s a virgin,” he admitted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Our first kiss was passionate and intense, and before long, we found ourselves in my bedroom, our clothes discarded on the floor.

“I’ve always wanted to try it in the ass,” I whispered into his ear, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” he smirked, his eyes full of lust.

He gently pushed me onto the bed, his fingers teasing my hole. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

As he slowly eased his thick cock into my virgin ass, I couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure-pain.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned, my fingers digging into the sheets.

He thrust deeper, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke. “God, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he growled, his dirty talk making my cock throb.

“Yes, I’m your dirty little slut,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

With each deep plunge, my ass clenched around his cock, milking it as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna fill your tight little ass with my cum,” he warned, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes, cum in my ass,” I begged, my moans turning into a high-pitched wail as I exploded all over my stomach.

Sebastian let out a low groan as he pumped his hot, sticky load deep inside my ass, making my whole body quiver with pleasure.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he panted, collapsing onto the bed beside me.

We lay there, our sweaty bodies tangled together, as the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over our naked forms.

He was tall, built like a swimmer with shoulders that stretched his worn cotton shirt. But what arrested me wasn't his face, though that was handsome enough—rough jaw, dark eyes that caught the string lights overhead. It was the unmistakable outline against his left thigh, thick and heavy even in repose, snaking down toward his knee.

I must have stared too long. His head turned, and those eyes found mine with amused knowing. I felt heat rush to my face, but I didn't look away. Something in his gaze asked a question I was desperate to answer yes to.

We didn't speak that night. But I found him on an app three days later, his profile picture had the same sharp jawline, bio blank. I messaged first. He responded within minutes.

The first time I knelt before him in my studio apartment, windows cracked open to autumn air, I understood the scope of my miscalculation. He was fully hard now, and the reality defied anything I'd imagined. The length curved upward toward his navel, thick enough that my thumb and fingers couldn't meet around the shaft. 

I tried. God, I tried. My jaw ached within minutes, lips stretched to their limit, spit flooding my chin as I worked what I could fit between them. My hand stroked the base, slick with my own saliva, but there were still inches untouched. When I pulled back to breathe, strings of spit connected my mouth to his cock, glistening in the afternoon light.

I looked up at him through watering eyes. His expression had shifted from arousal to something patient, distant. Disappointed.

"You're not going to get me there like this," he said. Not cruel, simply factual.

The words landed like a slap. I sat back on my heels, wiping my chin, desperate to salvage this. My eyes tracked back to his cock, still rigid, still impossibly large.

"Fuck me," I heard myself say. The words came out hoarse, almost desperate. "I want you inside me. I can take it."

He studied me for a long moment, that dark gaze weighing. Then he reached for the lube on his bedside table.

The preparation took forever. His fingers, thick and insistent, worked me open while I gripped his sheets and tried to breathe through the burning stretch. Two fingers felt like more than I was used to taking fully. Three had me gasping, face pressed into his mattress, toes curling against the bedframe.

When he finally positioned himself behind me, I felt the blunt pressure against my entrance and tensed without meaning to. The head alone was a challenge, broad and unyielding. He pushed forward, and I cried out at the immediate, overwhelming stretch.

"Relax," he murmured, but his voice had tightened. I could feel him holding back, controlled, but the effort vibrated through his frame.

I tried. I bore down, willed my body to accept him. He gained another inch, then stalled. The burning had become sharp, insistent, my body resisting what it couldn't accommodate. I was breathing in shallow pants, sweat slicking my spine, and still there was more of him that wouldn't fit.

He withdrew slowly. The loss of pressure brought immediate relief, then hollow disappointment. I collapsed onto my stomach, chest heaving, face hot with failure.

When I turned my head, he was already reaching for his shirt. His cock was still hard, glistening with lube, but his expression had closed off entirely. Professional, distant. 

"Cain—" I started, but he held up a hand.

"Don't." He pulled the shirt over his head, covering the chest I'd been gripping minutes before. "It's not your fault. We're just not compatible."

The words landed like a judgment. I lay naked on his bed, still open and slick and wanting, while he dressed with methodical precision. Every movement communicated finality.

At the door, he paused without turning back. "Take care of yourself."

Then he was gone, and I was alone with the smell of lube and failure.

I didn't move for a long time. The afternoon light shifted across his bare walls, and I stared at nothing, replaying every moment. The way he'd looked at me that first night. The patience in his voice when I'd struggled to take him in my mouth. The final closed expression as he dressed.

My phone buzzed from where I'd dropped it on his floor. I ignored it. Buzzed again.

When I finally reached for it, the screen showed his name. My heart stuttered. I swiped open the message with shaking thumbs.

Cain: I shouldn't have left like that. I just got frustrated and took it out on you.

I stared at the words, reading them three times. Then my thumbs moved without my conscious direction.

Me: I'm sorry I couldn't take you. I want to try again. Please.

The dots appeared immediately. He was typing, erasing, typing again.

Cain: You really want this?

Me: More than anything.

Another long pause. I held my breath until my lungs burned.

Cain: Prove it.

The word hung on my screen, maddeningly vague. I typed back fast, desperate.

Me: How? Tell me what you need. I'll do anything.

His response came slower this time, measured.

Cain: You couldn't handle me with your mouth. You couldn't take me inside. If you want me back, show me you've changed. Train yourself. Open yourself. When you can actually accommodate what I have, send me proof. Then we'll talk.

I read the message three times, heat flooding my face. He wanted me to stretch myself, prepare myself, become capable of taking him. The explicitness of it, the clinical way he'd laid out the terms, should have felt degrading. Instead, I felt only aching want.

Me: I will, you'll see.

His final message came moments later.

Cain: I hope so.

Then silence. I sat naked on the bed, phone clutched in my hand, his conditions echoing in my mind.

The silicone monster I ordered that night became my obsession. Months of stretching, whimpering, my throat and ass burning like hellfire every time I pushed further, but I wanted it. Needed it. The dildo—thicker than my wrist, veined like a fucking anaconda—sat attached to the chair, glistening with lube as I straddled it again, my hole already loose from the last round. I sank down slow, my breath hissing through my teeth as the flared head popped past my ring, then deeper, my gut clenching around the intrusion. My fingers dug into the mattress, knuckles white, sweat dripping down my spine. Fuck yes. I took it all the way to the base, my balls pressing against the cold silicone, my cock throbbing against my stomach. The stretch was obscene, my rim gaping around the girth, my insides stuffed full. I rocked my hips, grinding down until my ass cheeks kissed the fake balls. I rode it for a few more minutes until I could make the movement look natural and snapped a picture highlighting every filthy detail.

My thumb hovered over send. This’ll do it. No more half-measures. No more choking on his texts about how I wasn’t ready. I hit the button before I could second-guess myself, the photo of my used, stretched-out hole taking that massive dildo like a fucking pro shooting straight to his phone. My heart hammered against my ribs, my cock leaking pre-cum onto my abs as I waited. Three dots appeared almost instantly.

Cain: Holy fuck.

I exhaled, my body buzzing. My fingers twitched, already typing back—Told you I’d get there—but his next message cut me off.

Cain: I’m on my way. Door unlocked. On your knees when I walk in.

The phone slipped from my fingers, landing on the bed with a dull thud. My pulse roared in my ears. He’s coming. Right now. No warning, no small talk, just pure, ravenous demand. I scrambled off the dildo, my hole clenching around nothing, aching and empty. The toy hit the floor with a wet thwack, lube and my own slick dripping down the shaft. I didn’t bother cleaning up. Didn’t bother with clothes. I dropped to my knees right there in the middle of the bed, my hard-on trapped in the pouch of my jock, my ass still loose and throbbing from the training. The air conditioner kicked on, the cold draft raising goosebumps over my sweat-slicked skin. I licked my lips, my mouth dry, my mind racing as the minutes passed. What if he’s not impressed? What if I still can’t—

The doorknob rattled.

I froze, my breath catching. The door swung open, and there he was—Cain, filling the doorway like a fucking tornado of lust. His gaze locked onto me, dark and hungry, his jaw tight. He stepped inside, the door slamming shut behind him with a finality that made my cock jerk. His boots thudded against the hardwood, each step deliberate, predatory. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. His eyes raked over me, lingering on my hard dick, then lower, to the mess of my ass—still gaping, still glistening. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough, like gravel under a boot heel. “All stretched out and ready for me. Finally”

I whimpered, my hands trembling where they curled in the sheets. He reached down, palming his cock through his jeans, the outline distinguishable down to the veins even through the denim. My mouth watered. My hole clenched, desperate to be filled for real this time.

Frank lay on the floor, his muscular body bound and gagged, his eyes wide with a mixture of defiance and fear. The tightness of the ropes accentuated his bulging muscles, and the gag muffled his protests. He was clad in his white spandex pants and red knee-high socks, the tight fabric highlighting every contour of his powerful legs.

Marcus, his captor, stood over him with a predatory smile. He was a man who thrived on power and control, and Frank was his ultimate conquest. The sight of the fallen athlete, so strong and yet so helpless, ignited a dark desire within him.

“Look at you, Frank,” Marcus taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “The mighty ‘Tank’ reduced to this.”

Frank’s eyes blazed with anger, but his muffled cries were unintelligible. He struggled against the ropes, his powerful muscles flexing, but Marcus had tied him too securely.

Marcus knelt beside Frank, running his hands over the bound man’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. The sensation of Frank’s hard, chiseled body under his touch was exhilarating. He could see the conflict in Frank’s eyes—anger, fear, and something else, something deeper.

“You feel that?” Marcus whispered, leaning close. “That helplessness? That submission? You’re going to learn to love it.”

With a rough shove, Marcus flipped Frank onto his back, positioning him with his legs spread wide, exposing the tight fabric of his spandex-clad crotch. Frank’s body was a vision of raw, masculine power, every muscle defined and straining against his bonds.

Marcus positioned himself between Frank’s legs, his eyes locked onto Frank’s. “I want you to look at me, Frank,” he commanded. “Look at me while I take what I want.”

Frank’s eyes were defiant, but he couldn’t look away. The intensity of Marcus’s gaze held him captive, a silent promise of what was to come.

With deliberate slowness, Marcus began to grind against Frank’s spandex-covered crotch. The friction was maddening, the rough texture of the fabric adding to the sensation. Frank’s body jerked in response, a muffled groan escaping from behind the gag.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Marcus whispered, his voice a dark caress. “I can see it in your eyes, Frank. You hate it, but you can’t deny it.”

Frank’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The humiliation of being dominated, the physical sensation of Marcus’s grinding, the tightness of the ropes—all of it blended into a heady mix of pain and unwanted arousal. He could feel his cock hardening against his will, straining against the confines of the spandex.

Marcus’s movements grew more forceful, his grinding more insistent. The sound of their bodies colliding, the harsh breaths, and the muffled groans filled the room. Frank’s eyes were wide with a mixture of anger and something else—something that Marcus recognized as the first hint of submission.

Without warning, Marcus grabbed the waistband of Frank’s spandex pants and yanked them down, exposing the tight jockstrap underneath. Frank’s cock was painfully hard, the head swollen and leaking. The sight of it made Marcus’s own arousal surge.

“Look at you,” Marcus sneered. “So hard for me. You can’t deny it, can you?”

Frank’s response was a muffled growl, his eyes blazing with defiance. But his body betrayed him, the evidence of his arousal undeniable.

Marcus positioned himself at Frank’s entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the tight fabric of the jockstrap. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made Frank’s body arch involuntarily.

“Tell me you love it,” Marcus demanded, his voice a low growl.

Frank’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching around the gag. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words, couldn’t give Marcus that satisfaction.

But Marcus was relentless. With a brutal thrust, he pushed against the fabric, the pressure tearing a hole in the jockstrap and allowing him access to Frank’s tight, vulnerable hole. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made Frank gasp.

“Say it,” Marcus growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Tell me you love it.”

Frank’s mind was a haze of pain and humiliation, the relentless assault on his body breaking down his resistance. He could feel Marcus’s cock driving deeper, the friction against the torn fabric adding to the intensity.

Finally, unable to withstand the onslaught, Frank’s resolve crumbled. “I… I love it,” he choked out, his voice barely audible through the gag.

Marcus’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “That’s right,” he said, his thrusts becoming almost violent. “You’re mine, Frank. All mine.”

The sounds of their bodies colliding, the harsh breaths, and the muffled cries filled the room. Frank’s body was on fire, the pain and pleasure intermingling in a way that left him gasping for breath. He could feel Marcus’s grip on his hips, the pressure almost painful as he drove himself deeper.

With a final, brutal thrust, Marcus climaxed, his release flooding Frank’s body. The sensation was overwhelming, a searing reminder of Frank’s complete submission. As Marcus withdrew, Frank collapsed onto the floor, his body trembling with exhaustion and arousal.

Marcus stood over him, adjusting his clothes with a satisfied smile. “You did well, Frank,” he said, his voice a low purr. “But remember, this is just the beginning. You still have a lot to learn.”

Frank lay there, his body a mess of sweat and cum, his mind reeling from the intensity of the encounter. He knew that his life would never be the same. He had been broken, reshaped into something new, something submissive. And as he lay there, panting and trembling, he realized that there was no going back. He belonged to Marcus now, body and soul.

Frank “The Tank” DeFeo lay on the locker room floor, his body glistening with sweat and cum. The once-dominant athlete was now a broken shell of his former self, his mind reeling from the relentless assault he had just endured. Marcus stood over him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he admired his handiwork.

But Marcus wasn’t done. He wanted to make sure that Frank fully understood his place, that every ounce of resistance was crushed from his spirit.

“Get up,” Marcus commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

Frank struggled to comply, his muscles aching and his body trembling from the intensity of the encounter. With great effort, he managed to get to his knees, his head hanging low in defeat. Marcus grabbed a handful of Frank’s hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up.

“Open your mouth,” Marcus ordered, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Frank’s jaw ached from the previous gag, but he had no choice. He opened his mouth, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and resignation. Marcus positioned himself in front of Frank, his cock hard and ready.

“You’re going to take it all, Frank,” Marcus said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch. And you’re going to love it.”

With that, Marcus shoved his cock into Frank’s mouth, the sudden invasion making Frank gag. The taste was bitter and salty, a mix of sweat and precum that made Frank’s stomach churn. Marcus’s grip on his hair was unrelenting, holding him in place as he began to thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, the thickness of Marcus’s cock stretching Frank’s mouth to its limits. Frank tried to breathe through his nose, but each thrust pushed deeper, making it difficult to catch his breath. The sounds of gagging and choking filled the room, mingling with Marcus’s grunts of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Marcus murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Take it all. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

Frank’s eyes watered as Marcus’s cock hit the back of his throat, the sensation making him gag even more. He could feel the muscles in his throat constricting, trying to reject the foreign object, but Marcus’s grip kept him firmly in place. The relentless thrusting made his jaw ache, his throat raw from the forced intake.

“Look at you,” Marcus taunted, his voice filled with satisfaction. “So strong on the field, but here, you’re nothing but my bitch.”

The words cut deep, a reminder of Frank’s complete and utter humiliation. He could feel his own arousal, a humiliating response to the relentless assault. His cock was painfully hard, the head swollen and leaking, a testament to his body’s betrayal.

Marcus’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Frank could feel the tension building in Marcus’s body, the way his grip tightened even more. Marcus’s breathing grew heavier, his movements more frantic, until finally, with a guttural groan, he came, filling Frank’s mouth with his hot, bitter seed.

Marcus didn’t let go immediately, holding Frank in place, forcing him to swallow every drop. Frank’s body trembled with the effort, his throat burning from the forced intake. Finally, Marcus released him, and Frank collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath, his mouth filled with the lingering taste of cum.

But Marcus wasn’t done. He grabbed Frank’s hair again, yanking his head up. “Time to see how well you take it from behind,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Frank’s heart pounded in his chest as he was dragged to his feet. Marcus’s rough grip on his hair kept him in place, preventing any escape. He felt Marcus’s hardness pressing against his ass, the tip already slick with precum. Frank turned his head away, trying to avoid the inevitable, but Marcus’s grip tightened, forcing his face forward.

“Get ready, Frank,” Marcus hissed, positioning himself behind Frank. “This is going to hurt.”

Without warning, Marcus slammed into him, burying himself to the hilt. Frank screamed, his body convulsing, but Marcus held him firm, gripping his hips as he began to fuck him hard and fast. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, Frank’s cries blending with Marcus’s grunts of pleasure.

Marcus’s hands roamed over Frank’s body, groping and squeezing, leaving bruises in their wake. “You’re nothing but a toy, Frank. A hole for me to fuck,” Marcus hissed, his voice filled with contempt.

Frank’s mind was a whirlwind of pain and humiliation, each thrust a new assault on his senses. He could feel Marcus’s cock stretching him, filling him, breaking him. The pain was excruciating, but the psychological torment was even worse. Each degrading word, each brutal thrust, stripped away another layer of his dignity, leaving him raw and exposed.

Marcus’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more erratic. Frank’s body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in agony. He could feel Marcus’s cock hitting deeper, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge of consciousness.

The climax was brutal. Marcus’s body shuddered with pleasure as he came inside Frank, filling him with his hot, sticky seed. Frank felt the humiliation wash over him, the degradation of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for Marcus’s pleasure.

Marcus pulled out, leaving Frank trembling and broken on the floor. The room was filled with the sounds of Frank’s ragged breathing, his body shivering with the aftershocks of the assault. Marcus stood over him, a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Remember this, Frank. You belong to me now,” Marcus said, his voice a low growl.

Frank’s mind was a haze of pain and humiliation, his body a map of bruises and soreness. He lay there, unable to move, unable to process the full extent of his degradation. The room was silent, save for the sound of his labored breathing, the taste of Marcus’s cum still lingering in his mouth.

In the aftermath, Frank’s life was a series of struggles. He tried to regain a semblance of normalcy, but the memories of that night haunted him. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel Marcus’s hands on him, hear his voice, feel the pain. His relationships with friends and family deteriorated, his performance in his career suffered, and he found himself withdrawing from the world, unable to share the horror of what had happened.

The psychological burden was immense, a constant shadow over his life. Marcus’s presence loomed large, a reminder of his powerlessness, of his humiliation. Frank’s once-promising career and vibrant social life were now overshadowed by the trauma that haunted him. Marcus, meanwhile, continued to taunt him, his final words echoing in Frank’s mind: “You belong to me now.”

I hadn't seen most of my buds in quite a while since me and Jack hooked up at a Christmas party I got looked into going to. Turns out there was someone special waiting under the mistletoe. A gorgeous curly headed twink with a thing for firemen. I had just the hose for him. 😁

Since then we dated and now he spends his free time at my place, usually snuggled up against me under my covers. Boy can he suck a dick and I love how he gives this little grunt every time I poke his ass with my love prod. I can easily see myself settling down with him, even though I'm ten years older than him.

Anyway, it was nine thirty and I wanted pancakes. So after my shower and combing my hair into a controlled chaos look I headed out to IHOP and got seated. I didn't see anyone I knew, but that was okay, I was there to eat, not socialize.

As I was perusing my menu I suddenly hear this gruff voice ask me if I had my license to be ordering food in my own. I turned around to see Sean Gregory, a buddy of mine from high school. While I became a fireman, he went into law enforcement. He looked good in his uniform with that broad smile above his even broader chest with that same twinkle in his eye which told me he was up to no good.

I invited him to sit, which he quickly did and began checking out his own menu. Damn he still looked good! I would've liked to have been cavity searched by him, but now that I found Jack that was off my to-do list. We talked a bit, catching up on what was going on in each other's life.

I told him about the remodel at the firehouse and the talk about the upgrade to our trucks that was being discussed. Then we discussed the last major fire, down at the woodworking complex that took us almost two hours to finally get under control.

He just raised his eye brows as he acknowledged the work. Then he told me about the newest beat he had been assigned. They'd been getting complaints about the fags harassing the customers at various businesses but they seemed to be centered around the DIY complex on Webster Dr.

Webster? That's the locale of the Home Depot Jack works at. Funny he hadn't mentioned anything. So I asked Sean what he was doing?

He replied that at first he had gone in undercover as a normal everyday customer and checked for the signs we'd been told about. The graffiti and loiterers as well as the actual homosexual activity. It was very eye opening !!

I bet it was, I thought to myself. I asked if he had found anything? He gave me a grin before sliding his phone out of his shirt pocket. Hell, he said, before I had been there off and on for a week, I had gotten three blowjobs and two offers to ride my hog in the parking lot behind the parked trucks. And get this, the majority of it came from the employees.

What the fuck? I hadn't shared that I was seeing a guy who worked in the unloading department but I was becoming very interested in his story.

Sean then swiped his phone as he pulled up pics of guys who were busy sucking on his knob. First was a skinny guy with a big nose and a very big mouth. Next was a chubby red head who was busy holding the base of his big cock while he was licking his thick cock. But the piece de resistance was the curly headed twink who had his nose mashed against his dark brown curls. It was Jack.

I just groaned when I saw my baby with his mouth full of cop cock. Only he didn't know it was cop cock. To him it was just stud. But he shouldn't be stretching his lips around anyone's but mine. But somehow, my rod was beginning to harden as I took this in.

Sean just grinned as he said that it pays to keep in shape. You find all kinds of folks who want to climb on your frame. That last one has blown me in the restroom, an employee break room and inside a delivery truck while the driver was getting his paperwork signed. He actually caught us and ended up fucking the little slut while I came down his throat.

Heh heh, I told the captain that I hadn't actually witnessed anything, but I would continue doing patrols in the area for the time being. I made a walk through last week in uniform and you should've seen the big eyes when they saw me in uniform. Never saw so many guys run and hide! Hell, I don't mind. I love getting the admiration of my body. If the authority helps, then it goes in the win column.

I have plans today to do a stop by today. The cutie with the curls said he goes on lunch break at a quarter past noon and he wants to ride my dick for the full thirty minutes. I have a feeling he's gonna be written up for taking too long of a lunch break. Daddy here is feeling glad he had his Wheaties.

I asked him if he was still seeing that cheerleader, Brittany and he replied that he got tired of all her games. I've always been a bit bi and since having these fags paying attention to my tool, it's a lot less hassle and fucking tons cheaper.

Then he asked me if I was seeing anyone. I grinned to myself and said that I had found a special someone who never ends in surprising me. In fact I've just recently discovered I seem to have a cuckold fetish that I am now exploring. Seeing another man providing pleasure seems to be a real turn on. I suppose you run into this a lot as a cop.

Well, cops are a common fantasy source, bud, but you'd be surprised at what sort of shit we get involved in. That's kind of why I'm focusing on gays more. They seem to have it all together. Once they find someone they become settled for life. Might just see about this fellow at the Depot. Could handle a little security in my life.

Cmon man, then he showed me close up of jacks face with his cock sticking out of his mouth while his wide eyed stare begged innocence. How could you think anything bad of a face like that? My boner throbbed below the table as I saw Jack with another man's cock in his mouth, staring into the camera. I guess you're right. Bet you nutted a ton with those eyes staring back up at you.

“Fuck, nephew,” he groaned, his hands tangled in my hair as I took his massive cock into my mouth. “You’re a natural at this, you know that?”

I looked up at him, his cock filling my mouth, and smiled, muffled. “Mmmhmm,” I hummed, my hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, stroking him while I sucked.

“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he chuckled, his hips bucking up slightly. “Always wanting your uncle’s cock.”

I pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound. “Is that a problem?” I asked, my voice thick with desire. I could feel my own cock straining against my briefs, begging to be set free.

“Not at all,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Not at all, baby boy.”

I stood up, shoving my briefs down and off, my cock springing free. I stepped closer to him, my cock throbbing in my hand. “Then what are you waiting for, Uncle Thomas?” I taunted. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grinned, a wicked, filthy grin that made my heart race. “You want it, don’t you?” he said, his voice low. “You want your uncle to fuck your tight little ass.”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” I moaned. “I want it so bad.”

He reached out, his hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me slowly. “You’re so hard, baby boy,” he murmured. “So ready for your uncle’s cock.”

I moaned, my hips moving with his hand. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Uncle Thomas. Please fuck me.”

He let go of my cock, his hands going to his own, stroking it slowly. “Get on the couch, baby boy,” he said, his voice commanding. “On your hands and knees.”

I did as he said, climbing onto the couch and positioning myself on my hands and knees. I looked back at him, my ass in the air, ready for him.

“Fuck, you look so good like that,” he said, his voice thick. “Your ass is perfect, baby boy.”

I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and then his tongue, licking me, preparing me. I moaned, pushing back against his tongue. “Yes,” I gasped. “That feels so good, Uncle Thomas.”

He chuckled, his tongue licking me again. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like your uncle’s tongue in your ass.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.”

He pulled back, and I heard the sound of him spitting. I felt his saliva dripping onto my ass, and then his fingers, slick and sliding. He rubbed my hole, circling it, teasing it.

“Uncle Thomas,” I begged. “Please. I need your cock.”

He chuckled again, and then I felt it. The head of his cock, pressing against my hole. “You ready, baby boy?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m ready.”

He pushed in, slowly, inch by inch. I moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more. He was big, so big, filling me completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So fucking tight, baby boy.”

I moaned, my ass adjusting to his size. “Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Uncle Thomas. Fuck me hard.”

He did. He pulled back and then slammed into me, his hips moving fast, his cock pounding into me. I moaned, my body moving with his, my cock bouncing with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my body on fire. “Fuck me, Uncle Thomas. Fuck me hard.”

He grunted, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. “You feel so good, baby boy,” he gasped. “Your ass is so fucking good.”

I could feel it, the pleasure building, the orgasm threatening to overwhelm me. “I’m gonna come,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come, Uncle Thomas.”

“Do it,” he groaned. “Come for me, baby boy. Come all over the couch.”

And I did. I came, my cock exploding, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Uncle Thomas came soon after, his cock pulsing inside me, his body shuddering as he filled me with his cum.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, nephew,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was incredible.”

I smiled, my body still humming with pleasure. “It was,” I agreed. “And we can do it again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.”

He laughed, his hand cupping my cheek. “You’re insatiable, baby boy,” he said. “But I love it.”

"Hey, big bro," he said, flashing me a cocky grin as he pulled down his shorts, revealing his massive erection. "Like what you see?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. Jake had always been the wild child, unafraid to show off his body and his sexuality. And I had to admit, I was always up for a good ride on his cock.

"You're such a showoff," I said, shaking my head. "But I can't say I'm not impressed."

Jake swaggered over to me, his cock bouncing with each step. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I know you want it, big bro. And I'm more than happy to give it to you."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hot breath tickled my ear. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Our tongues danced together as our hands explored each other's bodies.

"Let's take this somewhere more private," I said, breaking the kiss. "I want to feel your cock deep inside me."

Jake followed me, his eyes fixed on my ass the entire way. As soon as we were in our room, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

"You always know how to get what you want," he said, kissing me deeply.

I moaned as his tongue invaded my mouth. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

"I want you to fuck me hard," I said, breaking the kiss. "I want to feel every inch of your cock."

Jake didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust inside me with one swift motion. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me up.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said, his voice strained with pleasure.

He started thrusting in and out of me, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder," I begged.

Jake obliged, pounding into me with all his strength. I could feel my orgasm building, my entire body tensing up.

"I'm gonna cum," I cried out.

Jake quickened his pace, his cock slamming into me with brutal force. I felt myself exploding in pleasure, my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Jake followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his cum.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he said, collapsing on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around him, my body still trembling with pleasure.

As the warm water cascaded down our bodies, I couldn't help but steal glances at Noah's toned physique. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Morning, bro," he said, flashing me a playful grin.

"Morning," I replied, my gaze lingering on his muscular chest.

"Enjoying the view?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Always," I replied, biting my lower lip.

Noah stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I let out a soft sigh as his wet skin pressed against mine.

"I can't get enough of you, you know that?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

"I feel the same way," I replied, my voice husky with desire.

Noah's hands began to wander, exploring my body with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the outline of my abs, and I couldn't help but moan as he reached lower, cupping my ass in his hands.

"Fuck, Noah," I gasped, my head falling back as he began to kiss my neck.

"I know, I know," he murmured, his lips moving down to my collarbone.

I reached down, my fingers wrapping around Noah's hard cock. I began to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his own fingers as they explored my body.

"I want you," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear.

"I'm all yours," Noah replied, his voice filled with desire.

I turned him around, pushing him up against the wall of the shower. I dropped to my knees, my mouth wrapping around his cock as I began to suck him off.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Noah moaned, his hands gripping the tiles as I took him deeper into my mouth.

I could feel his legs trembling as I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling around his cock. I reached up, my fingers playing with his nipples as I continued to blow him.

"I'm gonna cum," Noah gasped, his hips bucking forward.

I didn't let up, my mouth staying wrapped around his cock as he came, his hot load filling my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Noah said, his voice filled with awe.

I stood up, my arms wrapping around his waist as he turned around to face me. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as we savored the taste of our lovemaking.

"I love you," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

"I love you too," Noah replied, his eyes shining with emotion.

You grind your hips down, pinning Julian to the rug as the climax hits, the coarse weave of the living-room carpet scraping your knees while his legs grip your hips, pulling you flush as he takes the steady, pulsing finish. He arches into it, letting out a sharp, appreciative groan, his body tense and responsive under your weight.

You ride it out, the slick friction of your stomachs sliding together until you’re completely spent.

Panting, you pull back. The wet sound of suction fills the space between you as you slide out. You strip off the heavy condom with trembling fingers, tossing it aside.

You collapse onto your back next to him on the rug, your lungs burning, feeling heavy and satisfied. Your hand falls onto his bare chest; his skin is hot and flushed, his heart thumping against your palm.

Julian lets out a long, slow exhale. While you are still pulling in jagged, open-mouthed breaths, his chest is already rising and falling in an even, measured rhythm. He wipes a smear of sweat from his stomach, turning his head with a pleasant, easy smile.

“That felt great,” Julian whispers, his voice smooth and entirely steady. “You’ve got a really good rhythm.”

A rush of pride hits you, but before you can fully settle into the afterglow, the sound from the other side of the coffee table lands like a physical blow.

A wet, heavy, percussive thud echoes off the walls, again and again, loud enough to rattle the wineglasses on the living-room shelves.

You turn your head, and the afterglow you just shared with Julian is instantly absorbed into the heavier rhythm across the room. On the far couch, your brother’s broad, sweat-slicked back bows over the cushions, his shoulder blades cutting deep, corded lines under his skin. The rhythm isn’t careful. It’s something else. He drives his hips forward in a relentless, brutal cadence, dropping his entire weight into Leo with an overpowering force that makes the sofa frame groan.

“God—fuck, David, it’s so deep,” Leo sobs into the cushion.

Your boyfriend is folded entirely under David, thighs forced up against his own ribs, his body violently jolting forward with every impact. His hands claw uselessly at the upholstery, his knuckles white as his breath breaks into sharp, helpless sounds.

Julian’s breathing, so steady a moment ago, suddenly hitches. The polite smile vanishes.

“He’s in the zone,” Julian murmurs. He breaks away and sits up slowly. He reaches for his silk robe, tying the belt tight, his movements precise, but his eyes never leave the heavy, straining flex of David’s thighs. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, a dark, dilated hunger settling over his flushed face as he watches the absolute wreckage happening ten feet away. “Once he gets like that, he doesn’t really hear anything else.”

Julian walks over to the kitchen island to pour two glasses of Cabernet, returning a moment later to hand one to you. His fingers brush yours, warm and steady. Julian takes a sip, his gaze fixed over the rim of the glass, completely mesmerized.

On the couch, the momentum suddenly shifts, escalating from a relentless rhythm into a frantic, punishing sprint. David’s chest heaves, his guttural grunts syncing with the heavy slap of skin. He hauls Leo back, locking him in place, and delivers a bone-jarring thrust that buries him to the absolute hilt.

Leo lets out a sharp, choked gasp, his spine locking rigid, his eyes rolling back as the impact rips a violent shudder through him. David stays buried, hips pressed hard against him, grinding forward again instead of easing off, breath coming out in thick, guttural bursts as he keeps the same punishing rhythm.

Leo’s fingers claw into the cushions, his whole body trembling as he tries to catch up to it, breath breaking into short, helpless sounds that turn from shock into something deeper, more desperate. He can’t recover before the next thrust lands, and the next, and the next, David’s weight still driving him down, still chasing that same depth.

Only after several more heavy, relentless drives does David finally drag himself back with a slick, wet sound, shifting his grip to haul Leo up onto his hands and knees for a steeper angle.

As David clears Leo’s body, the lamplight flashes across them.

You squint. Beige ribbons hanging loose.

The latex is shredded, hanging in useless strips around the thick base of David’s cock. The shaft is bare, flushed dark red, and coated in a thick, pearlescent layer of white cum. More of it is actively dripping from Leo’s hole, sliding down his inner thighs.

“Hey, the con—” you start, raising a hand.

A heavy, wet thwack cuts you off entirely. David hooks an arm under Leo’s stomach and drives his hips forward, burying himself raw.

Leo’s spine bows sharply. A novel sound tears from his throat—a deep, wet moan that vibrates with a completely new, overstimulated pleasure. His knuckles turn white against the fabric, his hips stuttering for a fraction of a second before, helplessly, he pushes back against the unshielded friction, answering the brutal rhythm anyway.

Julian takes a slow drink of his Cabernet.