Scott’s breath came in pleasured pants. Benjamin felt amazing wrapped around him, and he would expect nothing less. Benjamin’s body always impressed him, even more when he got to be inside of him. His hips kept hammering upwards into the other man’s sweet spot, driving home to see just how good he would be able to make the other male feel. If he could make a man like Benjamin cum from getting fucked, well, life goal accomplished.

After all, what was the point of all the superhuman endurance if he couldn’t help people with it? And as much as Benjamin did for all the people in the town, he deserved a little care. A little respect. A thank you for his efforts. As amazing as Benjamin felt squeezing him, this wasn’t about Scott. Sometimes the best pleasure came from giving the most pleasure that he could.

...

The feeling of Scott’s cock ramming into him time after time had been making Benjamin’s moans, groans, and squeals of pleasure gradually get louder and louder...But when the other focused on hitting his prostate? Benjamin was making noises of pleasure that he had never made before, at higher octaves than he thought he could ever reach. 

The mutant felt himself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, his noises getting louder and louder. “S-Scott...Keep it up and I’m going to blow...” Benjamin moaned. Benjamin had never been fucked so good that he had a hand-free orgasm, and yet when Scott hit his prostate once more? The dancer was unable to do anything but let out a cry as squirt after squirt of cum shot from his untouched cock.

“Oh, um, well I do kegels every day, to stay as tight as possible,” Jon murmured nervously. He hadn’t considered that he might be too used up for Billy or his frat to even consider him, but now it was all he could think about. What if they didn’t want him? What if his old frat wouldn’t take him back? He couldn’t go back to life as a normal person, not after experiencing this…piggy heaven. “I’ve never met someone else like me, I….I think I’d like that,” he said softly, blushing desperately at the way Billy so openly grabbed his ass.

That embarrassment was nothing, compared to when Billy stroked his dick. Doing that in public, and to then shoot a weak load over his own stomach after just two strokes, was enough that Jon was ready to beg to be allowed inside. He was shaky from the orgasm that had ripped through his body, and panting. “I…god, that…that was the first orgasm I’ve had in a month,” Jon whispered.

...

Hearing the other say that he does kegels and actually takes the responsibility to stay nice and tight was definitely a plus. But Billy wasn’t going to let the other boy know that just yet. Hearing the other say that he would like that cause a smirk to go onto Billy’s face. “Good. Because sometimes me and the brothers do like to watch you little fags play with one another.” Billy said with a chuckle. 

Billy laughed as he heard the other say that was the first orgasm he’s had in a month. “Well, piggy, I wouldn’t get to used to them. Most of us guys like to keep our fags horny and desperate. Encourages obedience.” Billy said as he playfully patted Jon’s face. “But I’ll tell you what? How about a trial run? I’ll keep you to myself tonight and see how you fair, and perhaps we can look at a more permanent position if I think you’d be effective here?” 

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Scott thrust up firmly into Benjamin’s tight ass, grinding into him as he snorted at the question. Was there an even a need to answer that? Scot ran his hands over Benjamin’s stomach and to squeeze his hairy pecs. Making sure people were staying legal was the police’s job. Scott wanted to know that people were safe. That they were happy and not being taken advantage of. Benjamin helped make that happen. That was more important than laws. Even if he needed to real Benjamin in at times to stop him from going too far.

His nails raked down Benjamin’s toned body, scratching their way down towards his hips to grip them tightly and give himself some leverage so that he could hammer into Benjamin’s hole with a renewed fervor. He used his grip to tug Benjamin down on his every rough thrust. His entire goal was to shut Benjamin up, to watch the sexy hero devolve into a mess of pleasured moans as he stretched the dancer open with his thick cock.

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Benjamin let out a yelp as Scott thrust up into his ass, and the thrust found itself hitting the snesitive bundle of nerves that made up Benjamin’s prostate. “Oh fuck!” Benjamin whimpered as he threw his head back in pleasure as Scott played and toyed with his pecs, licking his lips as he tried to get himself under control. 

And when Scott’s hands gripped his hips and began jackhammering into his ass? Well, the boy definitely got what he wanted. Benjamin felt like he was going crazy with lust and desire as his body was completely assaulted with waves upon waves of pleasure that drove him absolutely crazy. “M-McCall, this is totally unfair...” The raven haired boy moaned as he closed his eyes, the thick pale ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling as he tried to move his hips against Scott’s the most he could.

Aarush felt the edges of his lips curling into a smirk, feeling himself impressed with Alex. It was boring if someone was weak physically and mentally. But Alex was seemingly neither of those things, which was why the General was so interested in him to begin with, it took a lot for the Sunwalker to even look at a person in that way. There were also other things as well, since they had shared…interests in stopping demons, which is what the Sunwalker people did for the realm. 

The General’s digits keep pumping away inside of the man, curling a little to see if he could pull something a little more out of him. Aarush wasn’t one to turn down a challenge, not one that he was adamant that he could win as well. With no doubt behind the skills of his fingers, he kept them moving and spreading the man as much as he could.

“Perhaps you need something else.” Aarush pondered out loud, as much fun as fucking him with his fingers was, he was becoming unsure on whether he should jump forward into pressing his cock inside of Alex already. 

...

Alex had spent way to many years of his life being trained and tortured to simply beg so easily at this point. He had to much pride and skill. But if there was one person who would likely be the first to hear a plea or beg come from Alex’s lips? It was likely Aarush. The man had wormed his way into the Claymore’s life, and Alex would never admit it outloud. But he’s grown a bit of a soft spot for the other man. 

Alex was brought from his thoughts as those digits continued pumping inside of him, a grunt escaping his lips as he felt them curl. Alex’s thick thighs were opening up on reflex, giving that hand as much room as possible as he pressed back against those sinful fingers. 

“A-And what were you thinking? Are your fingers not the largest part of your body?” Alex teased playfully with a flushed smirk as he looked at the other man.

-

As much as Bakari disliked the notion, one thing he had to admit was that he was curious about the human before him - so much so that the dragonborn was contemplating his request. At least, for now. Ultimately he was thinking of perhaps simply lying and saying that he would leave the man’s kingdom alone when in reality he would use the man to learn more about his physiology and how to combat the unique powers that the man claimed they had. The only conclusion that Bakari had is that they were humans that had descended from warlocks but instead of being able to practice the arcane arts, they were given one singular power - but that was something he wouldn’t be able to figure out for himself. Not without his warlocks being able to use their dark and powerful magic to examine the being’s blood before him.

“Interesting,” was all the King could say as the man before him seemed to disappear from his humanoid vision, but a quick shift in his eyes, allowing them to become their naturally reptilian, and he could see that the man was still there in his infrared vision. “Your request will be one that I can honor, but only if you stay here and serve me. You must devote your life to serving me and submit to me, and I will allow your kingdom to survive.” Of course, Bakari was lying, but there wasn’t any indication that he was lying.

And once he had given the human one of the concoctions that his warlocks created that made all of his slaves completely subservient and compliant, he’d be able to war against the other’s kingdom with inside information on how to best them. Not to mention that children with these creatures were bound to be unique, powerful, and create a better, stronger line of dragonborn and a legacy that would last for millennia. “What do you say?”

...

Many people had come after River’s kingdom. Their history had been a long and brutal one. They had actually been enslaved to supernatural creatures before the mutants or metas had fought back to get their freedom. And from time to time, they still have too. But so far they have managed to keep their land and their people, along with their dignity. And River was confident that that would’t be changing any time soon.

But this was the first time they were trrying to go for a more...Diplomatic approach. One that wouldn’t involve blood on either side, and strengthen bonds simultaneously. Hearing the man’s words had him smiling up until he heard that he would have to serve and submit to him. River reappeared with a small frown on his face. “And why’s that? Why should I be demoted to merely a consort in some foreign area? And how am I going to know that you’re being honest?” River asked with a quirk of his eye brow. 

Hearing the otherr man ask him what he’d say had river huffing. “I’m not against puttin my pride down for my people. They’re the most important thing to me. But I need to know that ou won’t lay a hand to harm my kingdom and people.” River said as he looked at the other man with a quirked eyebrow. “If you can give me that? Then we have a deal.”

-

It always amused him when someone realized that he wasn’t joking about just how big he was, and despite the fact that West seemed falbbergasted, he could also tell that his friend was definitely beginning to get aroused just thinking about how big he was. And for a moment, he allowed him to place his mouth on his neck before he shoved him against the wall and took his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it lightly before he pulled back. “Trust me, you’ll be mine by the end of the night and you’ll love it. Just a slut for my big cock…” he mused before he moved to place his hands on West’s shoulders, giving them a playful push down. “But first you need to wake him up. Go on. Use those pretty little lips for something better suited than mouthing off, West.”

~

West looked at the other man and snorted when he he said that West will be his by the end of the night. “I’ll believe it when I see it. Like I said, you’re going to be my-” West was cut off byt he other man placing his bottom lip between his teeth after pinning him against the wall and ibbling on it. West whimpered at the strangely pleasurable feelings that rushed through his body at the feeling. West then found himself face-to-crotch and heard the other man’s words. “Fine...Just to show you that you’re no shower and that you’re my bitch.” West growled as he leaned forward to lick from the base of the man’s dick all te way to the tip of it before beginning to take it inside his mouth.

Jaime stood back with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes hovering over each part of that young body that was being revealed to him. Manny was gorgeous - lean and pretty but with firm muscles that made Jaime’s cock stir immediately. He waited until the last piece of cloth was gone. Last time they had a session like that, he had done his best to control instincts but all that did was make him crave for that body, that ass and cock, to the point he almost forgot Cersei to think only about Manny’s moans as his hand hit the boy’s bottom harder. That night, he had no intention of holding back. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, legs spread, his cock making a small tent on his breaches. “Come here. Show me your ass. You need this lesson, Manny.” The smirk turned into an open, inviting smile.

...

Manny’s cheeks flushed as he heard his uncle’s words. “No need to word it like that, uncle. Could have someone getting the wrong idea...” Manny grumbled as he moved forward to get into the perfect position for his ass to be completely at his uncle’s mercy. He was laying down in almost a push up position, only his legs and thighs were resting on his uncle’s legs and thighs. This left Manny’s pale ass vulnerable with the boy unable to see just what his uncle was doing. “Like this, Uncle Jaime?” 

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The older male sat upon his seat, smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he looked at the younger male before him. It was definitely interesting to see the way that Wally seemed so desperate for release and Mason was quick to stand up. “Do you think you deserve it?” Mason asked as he walked closer to the red-haired boy, hand moving to rest on his shoulder as he stared at him. “What have you done to earn the right to have your dear old dad bend over? To feed him that fat cock of yours and fill him with your cum?”

~

Wally whimpered as he heard the other man’s words, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he looked up at the older man. “I-I’ve been a good boy, daddy! And I’ve worked extremely hard in keeping people safe and protected.” Wally whined as he watched as the other moved towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been a good boy, daddy...Can’t I please have a reward and make you feel good?” 

Jon was blushing deeply, both as Billy called him a bitch, and as he gripped his face and treated him like a piece of meat. It was definitely turning him on, though, and he was practically melting in Billy’s hands. He already wanted to be everything Billy wanted him to be. He could this, he knew he could.

He nodded quickly, glad that Billy could see the sense in allowing him to go to classes like a normal student. He frowned, though, at the mention of ‘fags’ plural, and that they apparently had rules set up already. “You have other fags here, Sir?” Jon asked, in his normal, quiet voice. “I, um….before I came here for college, I was a normal guy, I could control my dick. But that frat, they trained me to be have a trigger dick. Two strokes right now and I’ll probably cum like a volcano,” he whispered, blushing a deep red. “It’s been hell, trying not to cum without permission because of that. If you lock me up, I’ll thank you for it every single day.”

~

Billy could tell that the other boy would be a good fag. He didn’t mouth off like a few of them, and it was obvious that the boy was just about as submissive as you get. Billy let out a chuckle as the other asked that they had more than one fag here. 

“Of course. We want your fagholes night and tight.” Billy reached around so he could grab onto one of Jon’s ass cheeks, not at all trying to hide it from anyone who may have been walking down the street. “If one fag is getting fucked twenty or so times, do you really think their hole is going to stay tight for long? So we have three house fags normally, although right now we only have two.” Billy explained with a shrug of his shoulders. Hearing the other man’s words had Billy chuckling. “So we would be doing you and your little clit a favor then, huh?” Just to teast it out, Billy reached down and pumped his dick twice, making sure to point it at Jon so none of the juice got on himself if that was indeed the case.

Jon knew he needed to get out of the frat he’d been serving, but now that he was stood face to face with someone as handsome as Billy, he was suddenly sure this was a bad idea. He sucked in a nervous breath, and nodded at the other man’s question. “Uh, yeah, I am. I’ve probably sucked a few of your bro’s dicks a few times,” Jon mumbled, his nervousness showing. His bare feet shuffled, as he spoke.

When Billy called him a faggot, Jon’s dick visibly hardened and twitched. He bit nervously on his lip, though, as he thought about how to answer the question. “The…the frat down the street, they wanted too much from me. The deal always was, I do what I’m told and I get enough free time to go to classes and do my homework,” he said quietly. “But they started not letting me do that, so…I want to live here,” he said, after sucking in a breath. “I’ll do whatever I’m told, as long as you let me go to classes.”

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Billy let out a snort as he heard the other man say that he’s probably sucked a few of his bro’s dicks before. “And you think that since they tossed a bitch like you a bone you’re entitled to become a member of this house?” Billy’s hand came up to grip the other by his cheeks, turning his face in just about every direction as he did so. “Hm...I suppose you are a pretty fag at least.” Billy hummed. 

Hearing the other man’s words and his concern with the class had Billy humming. “That’s a rather easy thing to do. We don’t want your GPA bringing our house down. Even our fags have to be at least average.” Billy said as he let the other man’s face go. “However, I’ll let you know one thing. This?” Billy pointed to the boy’s hard and twitching cock. “Is unacceptable. We do have a position open, but each of our bitches is outfitted with a chastity cage until they learn to control themselves or unless their master wants to let them cum. You still think you’ll be able to handle this frat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jon had only one thing on his mind. Normally this early in the morning, he was locked away in the basement of a frat house down the street but today, he was outside and knew exactly what he wanted. He needed domination and ownership, but it had never felt right with the old frat. But he’d seen the frat bros who lived in the house whose lawn he was on right now, and knew they were exactly what he needed. He’d seen them at parties, and he craved them already. 

Still naked, like he almost always was, but still early enough that he was drawing a lot of attention yet, Jon knocked on the door to the frat house timidly. 

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Now this wasn’t a sight that Billy saw to often when he opened the door. Sure, there were almost always fags trying to get into the house. But they were almost always dressed like real men or trying to hard to be ‘one of the bros.’ Something that will never happen. This one, though? It was as nude as the day it was born. “Another runaway, huh? Aren’t you supposed to be in that pathetic frat down the street?” 

Billy quirked an eyebrow as he allowed his eyes to wonder up and down this one’s body. It was a pretty little thing...Muscles in the right places and bubbly in the right places. “What’s your business here, faggot?” 

seeking: tops or bottoms. totally open to sub tops and dominant bottoms. plot: roy’s your roommate, boyfriend, regular hookup, fwb, etc. you both like to play overwatch with the submissive half fitted with a vibrator or automatic fleshlight (or both!) playing a healing character. it’s designed to start when healing, creates more powerful waves with every assisted kill and inflates (vibrator) or turns off (vibrator/fleshlight) when you or your partner dies. losing a match involves some kind of larger forfeit (permanent upgrade to toy intensity or size, forced cockwarming, wearing nipple clamps or a gag or ball stretcher for the next match, being teabagged, foot/pit licking, chastity for the next week, a jog to the end of the street naked, etc) kink suggestions: dares and forfeits, teasing, orgasm control (forced, ruined or completely denied), lots of cum over the submissive, facesitting/rimming, pit worship, feet worship, etc.

Roy flopped down on the couch, running thick fingers through his hair. The guy was kind of a slob, built like a beefy tank with a soft midsection and wide hips. He was dressed in only an old pair of briefs that was starting to tear at the worn elastic waistband and the entire ensemble seemed to be having trouble keeping in everything Roy had stuffed in, his battering ram helmet and wide, hefty sac weighing down the fabric. Not to mention how thin the briefs had gotten on his rear end thanks to the man’s absolute bull rump. Evidently he’d just woke up, but that was what Sundays were for.

“Alright, man.” He grunted as he leaned over to pick up a controller, “What are we playin’?”

~

Alistair would be lying if he said that the other man wasn’t right up his alley. Sure he was a bit of a slob...But Alistair liked the sight of the other man in comparison to his pristine body and attire. As always, Alistair was dressed in a suit. Only this time he had a vibrator stuffed inside of him underneath the suit. “Your favorite game, overwatch.” Alistair said with a shake of his head. “I don’t get why you like this game so much. Especially since we lose so often.” But Alistair now had a reason to want to see us succeed. Cause Roy apparently had been so appalled by his performance last time that he there was a new set of punishments should he lose. And Alistair was determined not to lose. “I was thinking of playing as Mercy.” 

As usual, the little red panda had a mind of its own, so when the chance to explore his surroundings and head off on his little adventure. Plus he likes playing games with Matty at times, so as soon it could, little was scampering around the forest trail and searching for fun. Pabu hit the jackpot as he spotted a new person, walking upwards on its hind legs and chirped at the friendly rub. Making the red panda fluff its tail and proceeded to brush against the new human.

Darn that Pabu, Matty thought as he was finishing up his checks, usual routine with some of the animals under the care of the park and now Pabu went off again. Guess Matty rubbed off on the furry troublemaker, he finished his work and excused himself from his colleagues. Tracking the little red panda was always a task, yet he always persevered, after all the little guy was his best mate and he had to be sure he was ok. “Pabu!”

He called out, following a trail of red panda footprints, he looked about till he saw a flash of red and knowing he found his quarry. “Pabu. Seriously little guy, you should not run off unless you tell me.” He said as the red panda whined at being scolded. Making Matty sigh a little. “What am I going to do with you.” Only to realise they had company. “Oh. Sorry about this. Pabu just likes exploring and making new friends. He did not bother you did he?” He lightly glared at the red panda who chirped happily. Doing its best cute face.

~

West hummed as he continued petting the little red panda and playing with it. “I wonder if someone here is looking for you, little guy? A cutie like you probably has an owner and a home, no?” West asked with a chuckle as he looked down at the chirping creature. It was totally unfair how cute this creature was in West’s eyes. West shook his head and looked up as he heard someone calling a name. 

“That’s probably your cue,” West said with a chuckle as he reached up to turn off the tiny camera that was attached to his earpiece and was near his eye. Looking like one of those sci-fye movies visors only over one eye. West knew that some people didn’t appreciate being recorded, so he figured now would be the best time to stop. 

“Not at all. This cutie here was just helping me rake in a few extra viewers.” West joked with a playful wink. “People dig the scenery around here. I can only imagine all the comments I’m going to get with this little fella being in the video. With your permission, anyways.” West said with a sheepish grin, realizing he should probably ask the other man first. 

Muse: Harry Osborn 

“And here I thought you were the sort to dash out early.” Harry remarked, as he blinked a few times, aware of the sun shining though the newly aquired Oscrop Towers, formally Avengers tower- of course, that was before the blip, before the world changed on a dime and in a single moment.  And well before it all simply shifted back. Still the billionares son shifted against his expensive sheets of his hed as his hand reached to curl around the offered coffee. “Can’t say I’ve had many guys hang around and make breakfast- not complaining though.” How could he? A night of great, frankly insane sex and then actually having company in the wee early morning? Besides it’s not like Oscorp was in any real rush to call him in- his division could live without him for a little while. 

He leaned over to settle the cup against the nightstand as he reached up a hand to brush though the back of his head with a little hum. “So…you coming back in or..?” 

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Theo let out a chuckle as he heard the other man’s words. “Normally I am. I guess you’re just special.” Theo said as he watched the other man take the coffee. Theo tended to leave before his hookups could wake up. But Harry...Wow, that had been one hell of a night. Easily the best night that Theo had since being created. “I guess I’m just a superior breed. We can’t all just sleep in lazy butt. Bacon, eggs, and pacakes.” Theo said before smirking as he used his magic to float the bed trey he had put them on into the room. 

“Hell yeah. You’re not eating this buy yourself after all of my hardwork.” Theo said with a grin as he slipped back into bed, pressing his nude body close to Harry’s as he placed the food trey on the bed gently.