Men Of Myth

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Dave was a sweet omega wolf who worked at the club with Stiles.

The club was run by a vampire who specialized in using other supernatural creatures to strip for their own kind.  While Stiles was not technically supernatural, he was a spark and knowing about this world had been welcomed into it.

Dave had worked with him to get his body in shape before he started stripping himself.  But lately…things had been difficult.

Dave had been assaulted by one of the visiting alphas to the city.  Stiles had found them trying to hurt Dave and force him to mate; and he had taken a metal baseball bat to the alpha’s head.

He was holding Dave close now as his boss waited for Dave’s alpha to come.  He gently ran his hands along Dave’s back, singing him soft lullabies that his mother used to sing to him.  Stiles was a mother hen of sorts, taking care of all the other dancers in the club.

“Shh.  He’ll be here soon.  I’ve got you.  And my baseball bat is right here to smash any more skulls.”

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The second that Godfrey had received the phone call that one of his pack omegas had been hurt and abused by a drunken alpha at the bar that they worked at, the normal gentle giant had begun to feel angry and frustrated. The entire drive he was in a rage, his knuckles white as he gripped his steering wheel, and all he could think about was how in the absolute world could the bar allow something like this happen? It was something he planned to talk to the owner of the bar about, and as he pulled into the parking lot, he slammed his truck door shut before he began to head inside.

Jeremy was sure he spend too much time on his outfit and hair but he had to make sure he looked perfect. He couldn’t make a second first impression and unfortunately that meant having to look perfect for the job. The entire way to the office he was sure he looked like a nervous mess. Which was only amplified when his potential future boss called him into his office for his turn. 

“Good afternoon, Sir,” Jeremy greeted politely as he went in for a handshake. An overly rehearsed smile on his face. One that showed he was eager to start the interview. Which hopefully masked how nervous he was. While he got through the screening he knew there were many other candidates to be the man’s assistant. It was quite a good-paying job, and it attracted lots of attention. Which meant the pressure was high as Jeremy was more than tired of his old lousy paycheck. 

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It was tough finding good help these days. Half of the people that applied for the position of his job was unqualified to work it, and the other half only applied for the job because they had to. Sitting in his office with a glass of scotch in his hand, he took a sip as he looked over the stack of resumes sitting on his desk when he heard a small beep on his phone, signaling that he had a call. Picking up, the receptionist told him that there was someone there for an interview and he took a deep breath, steadying himself, before he told her to let them in. Standing up, he straightened the lapels of his suit before he watched as the applicant walked through the doors...

And almost immediately, he realized that this boy was far too pretty to be his assistant. “Good afternoon to you, too,” he said, already starting to feel his cock twitch with the mere thought of having this boy to himself. “Thank you for making it in. Come, have a seat.” Gesturing to the seat that sat across from his at the desk, he moved to sit back down in his seat, grabbing his glass for a moment to take a sip.

“So, tell me... Jeremy... why do you want this job?”

Jake often would play as if he didn’t have favourites among his boys. He told himself when he first made this place that he’d not sleep with his own guys, let alone have a favourite few but that soon went out the window. Many of them came onto him, some he came onto but either way it was, by now, common knowledge that he was often playing around with his own. He’d probably slept with the majority of them by now but a short few had Jake coming back time after time.

“Mm, I haven’t yet - but I’m always looking.” Jake said as he walked further into the room with a large grin on his face. He’d seen Jehan’s last client walking out and he seemed happy, “You put a big smile on that last guy’s face - I’m sure he’ll be coming back for you.” Jake gave a shrug, “I never need to check if you’re doing your job right - I just wanted you - as usual baby.”

-

Of course, Jehan wasn’t an idiot. He knew for a fact that Jake had favorites among the men that he had working for him, but he also knew that he always seemed to come and see him, too. Not that he minded, of course. He loved the fact that Jake wanted to taste his merchandise for himself, and he loved that Jake considered himself talented enough to warrant him on his list of favorites. Still, as Jake took a step forward and admitted he didn’t have to worry about checking on him, Jehan merely walked towards the other male, half-hard cock bouncing with every step.

“Well, I’m here daddy...” Jehan whispered as he moved to wrap his arms around his boss’ bulky frame, staring up at him with his hazel eyes sparkling with lust. “You can use me however you want... I’m yours.”

Discovery - Brock/Emmanuel

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Brock sat next to Emmanuel on the bed they shared and stared at him nervously. This was the night. The big night. They were finally moved into their place for college. They both finally had nights off. This was happening. They’d tried to wait for the time to be right to start this sexual exploration between them. They’d both been waiting for each other all throughout high school and then it was a matter of dancing around trying not to make this relationship about sex. Being best friends since birth was serious for both of them. Their mothers had raised them together. They met at birth practically. Brock had helped Emmanuel with bullies and Emmanuel had helped Brock with algebra. They were equals in every possible way and neither of them had wanted to ruin this. But they were in college now. Brock had made the first move, asking if they could finally have sex tonight. Or at least make love, as he’d put it. “I don’t know how to start,” he said softly. “Can…Can I kiss you?” Big in muscles, big in emotions, but apparently not so big in brains or courage. “I love kissing you.”

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Finn nodded, he understood that this might take a little getting used too for Oskell, it was a lot for Finn too. He knew though he’d got lucky by finding two guys who were willing to take things as slowly as they had to this point. “I don’t think I’m all that different,” Finn said modestly, a blush rising to his cheeks as Oskell called him special. “Yeah … I mean - it’s a lot but … who am I to complain about two amazing and hot guys wanting me?”

Finn shuffled a little so that he could look over at Bane as he spoke. He kept his hand in the others, watching as Bane got up from the couch. Finn had been expecting that kind of question and that blush over his cheeks only grew darker when Bane asked it. He gave a nod before getting up slowly from the couch himself, still holding the larger man’s hand. “I’m completely up for that, Bane.” He nodded before looking back at Oskell, “You coming with us?” he asked playfully.

After that, he let go of Bane’s hand and began to walk himself up towards the bedroom. He knew the tone that was there and almost wanted to show both Oskell and Bane that he was okay with that. As he walked to the bedroom he pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor, “You coming?” he asked again, now to the pair of them.

-

The blush that came across Finn’s cheeks was more than enough to have Bane smiling, his cock thickening in his slacks at the mere sight, and he moved to get off of the couch. Oh, how eager he was to see Finn’s lips stretched around his cock, to see his tongue work wonders on his husband’s hole, to hear what lewd sounds come from those pretty little lips... But he knew he had to take his time. The last thing he wanted was to scare Finn off, especially considering how things were going. And for now? He was going to let Oskell take the lead. That was how he found himself looking over his shoulder at his partner before giving a nod and he headed up to the bedroom he shared with his husband.

With Bane and Finn eager to head upstairs, Oskell had to take a deep breath to steady himself. This was it. This was the moment that would make or break their time together. Rubbing his sweaty palms against his legs, he finally rose to his feet and trailed behind the pair. By the time he arrived, Bane had already peeled off his shirt, revealing his thick and toned physique and only confirming what Oskell was thinking. That this was it. “So... where do we start?” Oskell asked, a bit nervous about jumping right in.

Able to sense his husband’s nervousness, Bane walked over to him and placed his strong hands on the other’s shoulders, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, Oskell... Take your time. I can just watch first, alright? Let you two get to know one another... more personally...” Bane whispered to his lover before he glanced over at Finn, arching a brow up. “Would that be okay with you, Finn?”

Big Family - Vito/Alan

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Alan gently shut the door to Grace’s room, happy to finally seem to be past the phase where she woke up at all hours of the night. She was sleeping through it all and it was a great relief. He still had the baby monitor set up in his room with Vito just in case, but it seemed it was finally time to start on their next little one. He never thought he’d meet someone who loved children as much as he did, but Vito had surprised him. Taking his niece to Vito had felt tantamount to betrayal to him. He knew he was good with children. He shouldn’t have had to do this. But his sister had insisted. Thankfully, Vito wasn’t just good with children. He was good with him too and happily called him over to watch with him. They’d hit it off immediately and it wasn’t long until Vito had claimed him as his mate. And not long after, his first heat with Vito had turned into Grace. And now, after letting Grace grow enough to where they wouldn’t be neglecting her by adding another little one, his heat was upon him again and he collapsed on the bed next to Vito. “I…I think it’s really starting to hit, V. These clothes fucking hurt. And all I can smell is you and it’s taking everything in me not to just bury my face in your throat and beg you to fuck me.”

-

“Oh dear. I feel a bit filthy intruding on someone’s prayers. Like I have violated something sacred.” Connor said with a bit of a frown as he got in closer to the other man. He had simply been planning to make the man sleep anyway so he could get what he needed. “What kind of being are you looking to see? An angel? They really aren’t as great as they are cracked up to be, well not the ones that come to earth anyway. So I’d pass on them. Demons, also suck for obvious reasons.” 

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The words that came were ones that Von was surprised to hear, given the fact that he had been far enough away that the other shouldn’t have been able to hear his prayers or know what he had been talking about, and that only had Von all the more curious. And as he continued to speak, it took Von everything he had to not get excited at the prospect that this man was more than just human. “If I were to be blessed by a visit of an angel or a demon, I would be grateful, but even so, if I were to be blessed by any being that is superior than human then I would be able to die happily.” Though, preferably, he would hope to not die so that he’d be able to serve a greater being.

This whole ordeal was a bit intimidating. Raziel may have been an archangel. But the mantle of destiny was a heavy one. For a while, the heavens were unsure what to do with the king who was quite close to reaching beyond his destiny. It was a risk to have someone ruling over the entire world, and yet many saw it as an opportunity. Despite the power flowing through his veins and he was very close to unkillable, he really wished there was a different messenger here. “My name is Raziel, and as the new archangel of destiny, I come to speak on behalf of the heavens in regards to your conquest.” He sighed nervously as he pulled out a scroll. “Your ambitions far exceed the destiny intended for you and under ordinary circumstances, you would be stripped of the divine blessings bestowed upon you at birth. However, because you are not human and your kind has proven capable of wielding divine power, we will give you another option. Eradicate the demon kingdoms or force them under your heel. We will bestow upon you the nine great blessings, protecting you from the few things that can still harm you and imbue you with power that pales in comparison to what you wield now. The messenger shall remain to aid you in whatever you need. Wait, what? I have to stay here?”

-

It was obvious upon looking at the blond that stood before him that he was more than what he appeared. His scent was light, pleasant, and something he hadn’t experienced in his lengthy life. And as he spoke, his admission of who he was confirmed what he had been told - that this was an angel, a much superior being. But even if Bakari was willing to respect an angel, a creature of the heavens, it didn’t mean that he was willing to stop on his quest to rule the world. A small click of his tongue was all that could be heard after the other made his request, Bakari thinking for a few moments before he sat up in his seat.

Open to: Dominant Bottoms

Plot: Your muse has been teasing Wally all day, and Wally’s finally broke.

“Come on babe…” Wally whimpered as he looked at the other man, his teeth lightly digging into his bottom lip. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Haven’t I been good?” The redhead asked with a small blush on his cheeks. “I just want to make you feel good.” 

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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?”

When the pair flipped over, so that Harry was ontop of him, he couldn’t help but let out a gasp, feeling the pressure of his father now lying ontop of him, kissing him. His hands moved around and the fingertips begun to trail up and down his father’s bare back, as he leaned up into the kiss. His eyes were closed, as he laid there enjoying the feeling of his father’s lips, body and just the whole situation which still felt unreal to him.

As the hand moved into the front of his trousers and into his briefs, and felt those long fingers around his semi-erect member, he let out a light groan. When Dirk heard his father’s words of him being his, Dirk opened his eyes and looked up into his father’s dark, brown eyes with a sly smirk on his lips. “If i’m going to be yours, your going to be mine aswell.” He spoke as his fingertips trailed down his father’s bare bare to huis covered rear and gave each cheek a firm squeeze. “Your mind, body and soul will be mine.” He said in a more firm tone as he squeezed roughly upon his father’s cheeks, showing he was similar to his father in what he wanted.

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There was something primal about this, about being with his son in such a carnal way. Some would argue that it was wrong, given the fact that they were father and son, but truthfully Leon saw nothing wrong with it. They were adults and there was consent - even if they had had some alcohol beforehand, even if he had used a truth serum to get his son to reveal his attraction to his father, they were still in control of their inhibitions. And still, as his son spoke, Leon couldn’t help but curl his brow upwards. “And what makes you think that you can claim such a thing?” Leon asked, reaching behind him to grab his son’s wrists and pull his hands off of his ass and he pinned them above his head.

Jace smiled. “It’s fine. I’m just not used to anyone thinking of me as special.” He nodded at the man’s explanation of his focus on the supernatural. “I believe someone else answered your prayers technically. I came to the surface to break the curse on my family. It prevented us from speaking or doing magic but the price they asked for was revealing myself to you.” He paused as he asked about his interest in human society. “Because I need to know about this world to dwell in it. Our notes on human society are apparently outdated. I wasn’t aware humans no longer waited until marriage to have…relations. A guy hit on me and I was honestly at a loss. I think you’d be the perfect guide. Plus, I’m not sure why but looking at your face makes me a little happy.”

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“How can I not see you as special, when you are, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men I’ve seen?” Von asked, his eyes sparkling with earnest as he stared at the much younger man. Even if the creature before him wasn’t a supernatural being, he would have thought that this man was indeed one of the most attractive people there was - and his being a supernatural creature only heightened that. “I still do not understand the fascination with the human world, my liege, but if that is what you desire then I will serve you however I can. Perhaps I can take you to my apartment? It isn’t much, but it will be where you can stay while you learn everything it is you wish of the human world.”

When the door to the cabin opened, Dirk turned and watched Markel walking out in a pair of red swimsuit briefs which left nothing to the imagination. To say Dirk was impressed would be an understatement. “Damn Markel, you should walk around like that more often.” Was it the drink talking or the fact he had not been with anyone since the breakup, but the sheer sight of his brother-in-law nearly naked was causing a slight tent to form in his own swimsuit under the water. 

“Surprised you didnt have that on the campaign, would of gotten all the gay votes for sure.” Dirk teased as his eyes fell down to Markel’s bulge and as he moved into the hot tub, his eyes checked out Markel’s small rear. “Tell you the truth, I wasn’t really thrilled about the idea of coming here, thought i’d be a third wheel or something.” He chuckled a little. “Well, with an entrance like the one you just gave, how could someone not feel a little better.” He joked as a hand moved through the water onto Markel’s bare thigh and gave it a smack but the hand remained on his thigh as he looked to his side to Markel.

-

The praise that came from his brother-in-law’s lips was enough to have Markel blushing. It wasn’t the first time he had been complimented, but between the booze that coursed through his system and the fact that he was very nearly naked... he couldn’t help but find the other’s words to be kind. “I don’t know... I feel like they might’ve voted for me anyway.” He was well popular among the liberals, men and women and nonbinary people alike, because he was someone that cared about the well-being of everyone. “Besides, I think my opposition would have a riot with that. “Markel strips to buy votes” or something like that.”

—

At his father’s comment, Damian let out a small laugh and shrugged his shoulders again, of course the boy had plans with his friends and all that, but a weekend with his father alone didn’t sound bad at all. — Well… I’m invited to a couple of Halloween parties, the following week, they are organized by my friends, so I’ll have enough time to be with them and as for the following, well… I don’t know how to answer that, but I guess I do have a bit of both behind me — The boy commented with a small smile.

Even though the truth was that Damian preferred the males by far, many times he ended up having sex with some of his teammates in the locker room, getting blowjobs in the showers, and he had given blowjobs there too, thinking about all that, was making him horny, so he had to stop thinking about it before a situation arose in his pants. 

At that comment, Damian laughed again briefly. So maybe he would tell one of those stories to his father and see what happened. — No, I have no problem at all, in fact… A lot of my teammates like to blow me in the locker room and… It feels really good actually — Damian finally confessed with a slight smile looking at his father and squeezing his legs a little, trying to hide his bulge because having remembered the times he had fucked other men, made him a little hard.

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A small hum escaped Nathan’s lips as he listened to his son explain that he did have some plans to hang out with friends, something he was glad to hear, but part of him wondered if these were friends or if they were friends. Did his son dick them down and destroy them with his cock? Or did he get on his knees before them and beg to be taken like a bitch in heat? The thought alone had his cock thickening even more, and he couldn’t help but let his tongue sneak out to wet his bottom lip. It was probably wrong, thinking of his son in all of these positions, but his boy was an adult and it wasn’t as though he could get him pregnant.

“Any of them have any difficulties getting their mouth on you?” Nathan asked, knowing that this question was definitely not a common one that fathers asked their sons. But did he care? Quite frankly, no, he didn’t. If Damian was going to continue and offer up these questions, then Nathan was going to take advantage to be able to gauge his son’s preference. “If you got my cock, Id’ bet you do... I’ve had a lot of people have to give me tongue-baths because I’m so thick that they can’t give me head.

The imagery of Damian trying to stretch his lips around his cock, eyes watering as he strained to take him, and his cock grew more, filling out the already tight space in his clothes. By now, his erection was bound to be noticeable, but he wasn’t going to point it out. “If you do have that problem, I’d be curious to see how you measure up to your old man, see if you can surpass him or not. Maybe your moms’ genes would’ve given you a better cock.”

When Jehan had first moved to this kingdom and got a job at this brothel, he had been surprised to see that he wasn’t the only elf there. Not that he should’ve been surprised, given that most of the other species’ enjoyed the company of elves - and humans, especially, found elves to be extremely irresistible - but it had also made him curious about the other elf. Well, about the elf half-ling. Was he a spy like he was, or was he someone that sold his body and used his heritage to make more money than the average whore?