Jacob’s eyes widened a little hearing the name of the band, it rang a fair few bells since their music was pretty regularly played on the radio around the garage. He was reaching in and removing the broken old fan belt and working on adding the new one, stopping every now and then to wipe the sweat from his brow that was slowly dripping down his face and making the shirt stick to his body “Well we’re going to make sure we get you there in time no matter what” Jacob said, looking over the front of the car “Either I get this ol’ gal to start now or, after I tow it back to the shop to work over it even harder, I’ll drive you to the show myself so you won’t miss it. Heck, if this gal does start now I might follow you there just in case to make sure it doesn’t crap out on us” he said with a playful smile, grabbing a wrench and leaning in to tighten a few bolts he saw that looked somewhat loose. He had to lean over quite a bit, he could almost feel the air on his back from the shirt riding up while he got in deep to really make sure he got everything tightened up as much as he could “Alright, try and turn her on for me and let’s see if I’m a genius” he joked, using the front of his shirt to casually mop his brow while looking down to his work.

whatever   deity   was   out   there   was   truly   trying   mal's   patience   as   he   watched   how   the   other   man   bent   over   even   further   and   teased   him.   his   tongue   came   out   to   swipe   across   his   lips   as   he   regarded   the   other   man.   mal's   eyes   didn't   stray   from   the   other   man   as   he   took   in   the   view,   before   remembering   that   he   was   supposed   to   be   focusing   on   his   rather   simple   job.   he   turns   the   key…   and   for   a   moment,   it   seems   like   the   car   is   about   to   roar   to   life.   but   once   again   the   sound   happens,   and   this   time   there   seems   to   be   a   small   dusting   of   smoke   from   the   hood   as   well.   “well   that   can't   be   good,”   mal   blinked   as   he   looked   at   it.   “i'm   assuming   the   towing   is   the   direction   we   go   from   here?”   mal   asked   curiously   with   a   chuckle   as   he   stepped   out   of   the   car.   he   also   bent   over   the   hood   to   inspect,   although   he   had   no   idea   what   the   hell   he   was   looking   at.

"Get on your knees and beg for a taste like a good slut," he ordered, holding onto the blazer Dom was wearing so the vampire could slip out of it.

his   slacks   were   practically   painted   to   his   lower   body,   and   his   shirt   wasn't   much   different.   the   vampire   was   always   prideful   about   his   body,   and   loved   to   show   it   off   to   distract   people   he   went   into   negotiations   with.   “we…   we   really   should   consider   changing   the   appointment   time…"   he   tried   to   say,   although   the   strain   of   his   voice   showed   just   how   hard   it   was   for   him   to   get   even   that   out.

Jacob couldn’t help but be just a little fascinated by the perfectly manicured hand he was shaking. Indeed, every inch of Mal seemed to be as pristine and perfect as a person could be; even his facial hair looked as if it were growing in ideal form. He was captivatingly beautiful in every possible way, and it was certainly going to make this a lot more interesting for Jacob. As the man spoke, Jacob lifted the hood and looked over everything under the hood “nothing worse than being rear ended in the bad way… would ruin the fun kind of rear ending” Jacob retorted with a playful tone as he leaned in to really get a good look at everything, the back of his pants riding just low enough to show the top of his briefs while he was looking over everything “OK, try to start her for me so I can have a look at what’s making that noise” he said, standing up and leaning on the edge of the car and watching as sure enough, everything moved and rattled and he could see what seemed to be the main cause of the sound. “Awesome, gonna try something, just gotta get something from the truck” he said as he ran back and pulled out a couple of fan belts and headed back up to start working “So, what were you planning on doing today before this ol’ gal decided to crap out on ya? Anything fun?” he asked, trying to make casual conversation while he worked on the car.

mal   tried   not   to   be   obvious   about   his   oogling.   he's   around   handsome   men   for   a   good   portion   of   his   days,   after   all.   still…   there   was   something   charming   and   endearing   about   a   good   ole   fashion   mechanic.   or   maybe   it   was   the   amount   of   porn   videos   he   used   to   see   including   them…   who   knows?   he   watched   with   rapt   attention   as   the   other   leaned   over   to   look.   his   tongue   unconsciously   coming   out   to   wet   his   lips   as   as   he   watches   his   muscles   and   a   playful   amount   of   his   briefs   gets   exposed.   “oh!   um,   yeah…   totally!”   mal   says   as   he   turns   it   on,   wincing   at   the   sound.   he   was   relieved   when   the   other   seemed   to   know   what   it   was   and   began   making   small   talk.   “i   have   to   deliver   these   outfits   to   SYN.   we   have   a   show   tonight,   and   i'm   their   top   stylist   and   designer.   i   should   have   just   flown   with   them,   but   when   i'm   struggling   with   my   muse   i   find   that   seeing   sights   that   i   haven't   seen   before   might   inspire   me.   so   i'll   drive   and   try   to   relax   a   bit.”   mal   explained   with   a   chuckle.   “this   was   the   longest   trip.   was   so   close,   only   a   city   or   two   away,   and   then   this.”   he   says   with   a   small   huff.

The moment that he hung up the call, jacob grabbed his tools and threw them in the seat of his truck. He didn’t have many really big jobs to do that day so he could trust his team to finish up while he went out to go find the guy on the side of the road. He leapt into the driver's seat and headed out, hammering in the location on his GPS as he turned out from his shop. He let out the tiniest little sigh as the cool air from the ac hit him, he had been working hard in the shop all day and was in just a pair of jeans and a singlet that hung loosely on him because his usual work jumpsuit was just too restrictive for him. After a decent amount of time, he finally came upon the road and there was the broken-down car with the hottest man jacob had ever seen sitting on the hood. He pulled his truck over and grabbed his kit with one hand before climbing out and walking around to meet the other man “Hey, it’s Mal, right?” he said with a bright smile, offering his hand to shake “names Jacob, let’s see if we can get you back on the road” he patted the hood of the car gently “How about you open her up and fill me in on what happened before everything stopped… fingers crossed it’s a quick fix, otherwise we might have to tow it back to my shop but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there”

honestly   mal   was   expecting   to   be   waiting   a   lot   longer.   but   with   the   heat   shining   down   on   him,   he's   definitely   happy   that   wasn't   the   case.   mal   smiled   as   he   heard   the   other   pull   off   and   come   towards   him   speaking.   “yes   it   is.   you're   the   mechanic   i   talked   to   on   the   phone,   right?”   a   stupid   question…   how   else   would   the   other   know   his   name,   unless   he   was   a   big   fan   of   the   fashion   world.   it's   not   like   mal   isn't   well   known   for   his   own   craft   after   all.   still…   it   was   hard   to   think   about   anything   other   than   how   hot   the   man   was.   still,   mal   pushed   through   it.   a   perfectly   manicured   hand   gripping   the   other   man's   and   shaking   it   with   a   smile.   he   popped   open   the   hood   as   he   tried   to   recall   what   all   happened.   “it   made   a   rattling   sound.   almost   as   if   something   was   being   flung   around   under   the   hood.   and   then   it   blew   out   on   me.   almost   got   rear-ended,   and   not   in   the   fun   way.”   mal   said   with   a   disappointed   sigh. 

humans, so predictable. he shows up at the strike of midnight. “you know what i’m here for.” the man pleads. says he’ll pay him soon. but it’s too late. hades stands tall, in his true form. 8ft and hung like a horse, knot at the base of his ribbed cock. his eyes are red, the demon has come & he knows exactly where to find them. he casts the man aside, throwing him into the wall & making his way to them. his prize. he begins to take off his suit until he’s bare. body full & chiseled, cock growing, hanging heavy as large hands grip his prize and turning them over. easily rips their pants and undergarments, hot spit shot out against the tight, winking hole of their ass. pushes his thumb into it, thicker than anything they’re used to. if they ever went inside there. thumbs it, spreads it open. “you, my sweet, will be mine for evermore.” thick digit exploring the cavern his demonic cock will be sinking into soon.

maddox   was   completely   thrown   off   guard   when   someone   grabbed   him   and   suddenly   re-positioned   him.   the   werewolf's   legs   practically   touching   his   forehead   as   his   ass   was   kept   high   in   the   air.   “hey!   what   the   fuck   are   you   doing?!”   the   werewolf   growled   low   in   his   throat.   maddox's   quick   temper   coming   to   the   fore   front   at   being   positioned   in   such   a   way   so   effortlessly.   struggling…   and   it   seemed   like   he   couldn't   even   make   the   other   guy   budge.   a   grunt   escaped   his   lips   as   the   other   spat   on   his   hole,   and   a   second   later?   he   felt   a   thumb   pushing   inside.   “fuck…   man….   take   it   out…”   he   demanded,   although   the   whimper   in   his   voice?   it   suggested   otherwise.

"I want them to play for my organization and promote it of course." Lucas gathered a few pieces of paper before creating a deep paper cut. He pretended that it hurt, making the show of a traditional reaction as he opened his hand to reveal the drop of blood coming out. Of course, it would heal in an instant if Lucas let his body react normally. "Ouch," he teased as he pretended to look around for a tissue from his seat, still holding the hand out close to Dom. "Good thing I didn't get any on the contract," he teased, wondering if Dom had enough strength to resist his nature.

dom's   wide   eyes   were   locked   in   on   the   finger.   looking   much   like   a   cat   eyeing   a   treat.   he   squirmed   and   wiggled   a   bit.   clearly   struggling   to   keep   himself   from   lunging   forward.   his   fangs   were   beginning   to   show   even   more.   and   dom's   senses   were   blowing   up.   sight,   smell,   touch,   hearing,   and   taste   suddenly   all   on   overdrive.   “perhaps   we   should   do   this…   over   a   email   or   phone   call.   that   paper   cut   looks   rather   deep.”   dom   attempted   to   push   himself   up,   hefty   chest   heaving   as   he   attempting   to   appear   to   still   be   in   control   of   the   situation…   even   though   he   was   only   holding   on   by   a   thread.   unaware   of   the   divinity   in   the   room   with   him.   moving   forward   towards   the   other   man,   the   scent   getting   even   stronger   and   nearly   having   his   knees   turning   to   jello.   “i'm   not   feeling   to   well   myself,   i   must   admit.”

“shit. fuck yeah. take this cock!” he’s grinding his hips against the wall, cock aching as it moves in and out of the hole it’s pummelling. his cock is so much fatter than one would expect. his balls heavy as they slap against the edge of the cut out hole. “i betcha like being used like a fucking whore. don’t you! say it, fucking slut. say you like when strange men come in and shove their cock into your dirty fuck holes.” what’s funny is he’s so nice usually. the kind of guy you’d bring home to your parents. the kind of guy who walks little old ladies down the street! the kind of guy who would offer his coat in a snow storm. but he’s addicted to cumming. his loads are so thick, so much comes out, that he needs it in the most fucked up ways. otherwise he’s not sure he could cum like he likes to.

noah   wished   he   could   say   that   wasn't   the   case.   that   the   feeling   of   getting   fucked   so   deliciously   roughly   didn't   excite   the   siren   in   the   most   sinful   ways.   noah   always   has   to   use   glory   holes   such   as   this   thanks   to   his   status   as   a   global   pop   star   in   the   group   SYN.   if   people   found   out   what   he   liked   to   get   up   to?   he   would   be   in   real   trouble   then.   noah   couldn't   help   but   rub   his   thighs   together.   the   wetness   between   the   thick   thighs   practically   pulsating   with   need   as   such   a   thick   cock   pushes   in   and   out   of   his   mouth   and   has   plump   lips   spread   wide   open.   noah   pulls   back,   gasping   for   breath   as   he   does   so.   “fuck…yes,   yes   i   need   it   so   bad.   please.”   the   last   word   was   said   with   such   need   that   it   was   almost   pathetic.   “i'll   be   a   good   cock   slut,   i   promise.”

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