That's Mister Sheridan to you, son.

Work hard, work out hard, and treat the body like a temple. That was Donk’s focus in life. Keep fit and keep at it. But there were also moments just as important to a man’s happiness where letting go, and treating one’s self to an occasional sweet delight was a must.At least that’s what he told himself, at one o’clock in the morning, as he poured himself a glass of milk, to go along with the large slice of chocolate cake on his little plate. 

He grinned wide, as he made his way back to his room. He was just wearing a pair of tight, red high-band cut briefs, the fabric thinned from years of wear. They were a bit too scandalous for regular wear, the threadbare cloth practically exposing his thick, heavy cock, in full display. But they felt heaven against his skin, and he’d often wear them to bed. And of course, all the cadets would be asleep, this late at night. So the chance of being caught in the almost naughty briefs was practically none. 

Or so he thought. But as he turned a corner, he slammed right into someone he wasn’t expecting to be rushing down the hallway. A second later, he was covered in milk, and the chocolate cake that had been smashed onto his chest.

Oh hey, Donk has a new cadet to mentor! Where’s his Theo? 

The thought of having all of his precious hair shaved off made Ravi’s stomach churn and a frown appear on is face. He loved the feeling of the other’s strong hands in his hair, trailing down the long locks to his chest where they ended and then those same strong hands teasing his nipple, “Oh, I thought you meant-” he stopped himself from moaning when he felt Donk’s huge cock press against his neck. There was something Ravi found hot about this and he’d be enjoying it so much more if the other wasn’t trying to cut off all of his beloved hair. “Tell me what to war and I’ll wear it” Ravi complied, hoping that this would earn him some points with his mentor.

When Donk asked if he minded a heavy man scent, Ravi shook his head, his neck grinding against the other man’s cock as he could feel the warmth on his neck. “No, sir” he replied politely. He still had a bit of hope that he could charm himself out of this tricky situation. He bit down on his lip as he felt the other press his hips forward, that warm cock sliding against his neck and burying in his hair.

Donk could tell Ravi wasn’t happy about the chop. “I know it’s not the most fun idea, especially for someone with such awesome locks, little buddy,” he voiced, with a kind and understanding tone. “But Preston is military, after all, and everybody’s gotta go through it. So let’s go through it together, eh?” He gave the boy’s nipple another teasing tweak, just to let him know that he was there for him, that he was a friend the boy could trust, could feel comfortable around. His cock, half hard, and leaking a little precum, found itself pressed again against the back of Ravi’s neck, and he leaned forward for the caress. 

He pulled up but let his manhood rest at the middle of Ravi’s shoulder. No reason that’s weird, just connecting with his new cadet. “Now, its gonna tug a little here and there, cuz you’re hair’s so long, but it won’t hurt, ok? Here we go...” he said, and then turned the buzzers on and attacked the brown mop with a tender and calm touch. It didn’t take long, though he would reach down at moments, and touch Ravi’s neck, or chest, sometimes the boy’s nipples again, just to reassure the boy. Little turns and adjustments rubbed his jock-entrapped member each time, filling him with excitement, and filling his cock with blood. 

By the time he was finished, his cadet’s head was bare-skinned, and his own cock was practically tearing through the fabric. Nothing odd about that, just two men, being men. He swung around the boy to face him directly, and reached over to the desk, setting clippers down, and picking up a large hand mirror. “What do you think, cadet?” he asked, holding up the mirror.

“It’s lace. Not frills.” He scoffed, indignant as he stood. He pouted as his phone was taken, and crudely added: “It makes come look prettier as it soaks through.” With no small amount of stroppiness and sulking, Riki removed his panties, dropping them to the side. The hoodie he wore still covered him but his small cock was clearly hard and pressing against the fabric.

“Do it.” Riki challenged him, arms crossing over his chest. Lust swelled at the thought of being spanked and he stepped closer. “Though I’ll let you know it won’t be punishment.”

Donk gave the cadet a shrewd look. “Well then, I suppose that’s out of the question,” he growled. He had a moment of thought and then pointed at the youth, menacingly. “Stand at attention, and do not move!” He stomped out of the room, slipping down the halls quickly. His quarters weren’t far; he preferred to bunk up near the boys, to keep a close eye on things. When he made it to his room, he rumbled through his closet, and found a few useful tools, and then rushed back to Riki’s room. 

“Off with the sweatshirt, mister,” he demanded, and then set the bag he carried on the bed. Out came the first tool. “Since you can’t seem to keep your little soldier in your pants, perhaps you’ll find out what its like when you can’t do anything with it at all.” He made quick work of the simple thing in his hand, reaching down and clamping it around the boy’s manhood. A twist and a turn and then Riki’s cock was trapped in a metal cage. Donk snapped a small gold lock in place, and pulled the key, holding it up in front of Riki’s face. “You’ll get this back when I’m satisfied that you’ve learned a few lessons about disrespecting your own body,” he said, thumping the boy’s bare chest with his finger.

Wrong wrong wrong, this was all so wrong. Sammy should feel shame, should feel disgust, and yet the only thing running through Sammy’s mind is how right this feels. How everything he’s ever wanted seems to be happening in this moment, and the only feeling he has is pure unadulterated pleasure. It’s never felt so amazing, never felt so good with anyone else before. He’d always knew he was looking for something, and yet here in his brother’s arms he can’t help but wonder if he’s finally found it, found what he’s always known he needed. 

With each thrust Sammy is being lifted and slammed down on that massive cock. He can’t quite believe Donk’s size, and yet he knows what the nickname means. He knows what rumors had spread about his brother to give him this name. Hell Sammy had spied on him enough, had literally watched his brother fuck his exes and knew from their screams of pleasure how big Donk must be. Yet he still felt surprised with each thrust, because it felt like it was never ending, and that there was no way he could get any fuller and yet Donk was stuffing him so good. “S-so big Donk, soooOOOooo BIG! T-too big, n-never had, never had anything l-like this! It’s so fucking biggggg! G-gonna break me, g-gonna break me in half, D-addy it’s so big it hurts but it feels so good!” 

Sammy’s cock is bouncing between them, painting his own abs with precum. As Donk grips him though the boy lets out a surprised gasp and the mere touch alone is causing Sammy’s cock to erupt. He’s spilling over, shooting hard and fast. The first few ropes fly up and splash against Sammy’s cheek and chin, the remainder spurt across his chest and then lazily pool over Donk’s hand as he continues to stroke him. “D-donk…. I-I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t s-stop myself… I’m sorry!” He whimpers before leaning in to steal a kiss, absolute desperation filling his movements. “Please Big brother, pleaseee, n-need you to breed me! Needddddd y-you to fill me with y-your cum! C-can I have it? Will you breed me daddy?” 

Donk watched his brother’s dick shoot cum all over the boy’s body, and felt the heat of it as it dribbled down his hand. At the same time, the boy’s body reacted from the orgasm in the classic manner, sphincter tightening around his cock, making the tightness of his boy’s hole become a vice grip, and then he lost his own control, and pounded his load inside his little brother, forcing his way as deep as possible into Sammy’s butt. 

“Oh... oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh... oh god, take it, Sammy!” he cried out as his own orgasm took his body over, and he shuddered and shook, as wave after wave of spunk was hammered into his little brother’s ass. “Oh fuck, that’s it, baby boy... Take. Take that load! Take every drop! Every!” Thrust! “Fuckin’” Thrust! “Drop!” And finally, he was spent; there was nothing left inside him, not at the moment. sighing heavily, he leaned both of them against the wall, and looked up at his baby brother’s eyes. “Fuck, Sammy boy,” he sighed, and then lifted his brother, straightening up. “I hope you know that your ass is mine, now,” he continued, chuckling. 

Ravi smiled as he met his mentor. The man seemed to be aggressive but kind upon first glance. He bit down on his lip as he felt the other stare him down, checking out his shirtless physique. “Nice to meet you, sir” Ravi beamed. He was trying to make a good first impression since he knew that would probably help him out in the long run. The other’s strong hand caressing his muscles made him bite down on his lip, “I’m glad you are pleased, Mr. Sheridan” Ravi smiled. He wasn’t a huge fan of working out, but he did so just enough to stay in shape. He couldn’t help but check out his mentor’s rock solid physique.

“My station?“ Ravi questioned before he realized what the chair was set up for. His cheeks immediately flushed red when he saw the clippers. His eyes flickered to the door and then back to the chair before he walked over and sat down, hands running through his hair, “My virginity? I haven’t had that in years, sir“ Ravi teased as he looked up at the other man, “What’s this for?” he asked.

Donk chuckled at the sex reference, and stepped behind the boy, placing a gentle hand on Ravi’s shoulder. “Now, now,” he answered, “you know I’m not talking about sexual conduct, young man. I mean your initiation as an official member of the academy! Every cadet starts the same. Letting go of the past... Which means shaving your head.” He put a second hand on the boy’s head, running fingers through Ravi’s hair, as his other hand went from shoulder, to caress the boy’s chest, softly, encouragingly. He knew that anyone with such wild hair might have a moment of tension to find out it was going to be all cut off. He let his hand slide across the boy’s skin, lightly fondling his chest hair, and teasing Ravi’s nipple, in a friendly way. 

He leaned up a little, and took a step forward, pressing his body against his cadet’s back, to give him a subtle physical connection for support. His cock, nestled i his jockstrap, felt warm and comfortable as is found a spot against the boy’s neck. “And if you’re wondering about the shorts, its true you should be in uniform when you’re wandering the halls at this time of day,” he mentioned, continuing his comforting touch of the boy’s supple skin, “but we wouldn’t want to get hair all over our uniforms, right? Same reason why I’m just in my jockstrap. Although it’s probably a little sweaty, I jut got finished with a good workout befre you came by. But you don’t mind a little heavy man scent, do you buddy,” he asked, pushing his hips forward and really squishing his hardening cock against Ravi’s neck. 

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Hand palming himself over top of the panties he had brought for the occassion, Riki wasn’t expecting his door to fly open. He squeaked, reached for a pillow to cover himself with.

“What?” He asked, surprised. “How did yo-… oh no.” He looked back down to his phone - to the glaringly obvious name at the top of his phone screen.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry.” Riki said, chuckling a little. Whilst he had been aiming to get fucked that night, it wasn’t by Donk. He would be another time, though; he was making his way through all of the tops slowly. “It was a mistake - I meant to send them to someone else.”

Donk shut the door, and stalked up to the cadet, who was trying to hide behind a pillow. “Boy, stand up, and take off those frilly pinks,” he demanded, and looked around. Spying the cellphone in the boy’s hand, he quickly grabbed it. “And this... You’ve lost the phone privilege for the week. These are not for lewd, slutty pictures sent amongst the other cadets, and especially not for sending them to staff! You should be ashamed of yourself, mister,” he growled. “Now strip, I said!”

He stared the cadet down, sweat still wet across his bare chest. “I had to interrupt a damned good workout to come deal with you, boy, so you and I are gonna stand here and decide what an appropriate punishment is, for being a naughty little slut. I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and spank that hot little ass, and make sure you remember this lesson really well,” he threatened, puffing his chest up with anger and dominance. “Is that what you need? Do you need you hide tanned?”

Sammy finds himself lost in the motions. His body bounces on his brother’s cock in a desperate need, like if he were to stop the poor boy would certainly die. His arms are wrapped around Dirk’s shoulders holding him close, his mouth latched onto the man’s neck and slowly beginning to suckle and lick at the spot he had been biting. He has a need, a need to mark his brother so that others will know what’s happened. He wants to show the world that he was here, and that he rode his big brother, and fuck that’s so wrong. He shouldn’t be thinking like this, Sammy knows that he shouldn’t want this so badly, and yet he can’t deny how he’s always wanted his big brother. 

As Dirk pulls him into a kiss his hips begin to slow. Trying to feel every last fucking inch with each thrust as his brother burries that dick inside of him. Only when he makes to move though does Sammy realize what his brother is about to do. “Wait Dirk no doON’TTT FUCK!” He hisses out as he’s lifted up and slammed back down on that massive cock. Tears sting at his eyes as he feels like he’s about to cry from both pain and pleasure. “S-so fucking big, I-I don’t think I can keep quiet. Big Brother Please, it’s… it’s too much!” He can feel Dirk’s cock throb inside of him, his walls clenching down to the point he can practically feel that massive vein. 

As they move towards the door Sammy knows he has to be quiet, so he leans into his brothers chest and burries his face in the older man’s pecs. With each movement the cock slams in harder than before, he’s bouncing with the help of gravity and it has him sobbing like it’s his first time. God how it makes him feel so good, so filthy. They could be caught at any minute, and the idea of this has the boys cock leaking precum all over Donk’s stomach. They make it though and hopefully without being seen before he feels Donk push him against the wall. “Please Donk, n-need your cum in me! Wanna, wanna feel so full, never wanna feel empty again. Please big brother, please I need your monster, need you to ruin me! PLEASE!” 

Donk stopped caring about anything else except his Sammy, his baby boy. He’d known for a long time that he’d wanted to be closer to his little brother, in ways that others might not agree with. But from the moment that he’d found himself staring down at that sweet, smooth ass, he knew where he belonged. He belonged inside Sam...

And then he was fucking his brother. So hard. So very hard. Every slam of his body against his little brother’s made the wall almost shake, and he didn’t care. It didn’t matter if anyone heard, he’d deal with that later. All that mattered was that he was fucking his Sammy, and he would drive the boy through a wall, if it meant he could keep going. “Ugh Sammy.... so tight! You’re so tight on my cock! It’s like I’m too big... but you want it, right, Sammy? You want me to stretch you wide open with your big bro’s cock?” 

He found himself shooting spurts of precum inside his brother’s hole, slicking everything even more, and his thrusts went faster, easier. The base of his cock pounded against his brother’s ass, and he could feel the bones underneath, as their balls slapped against each other over and over. He leaned in and kissed his brother, and then leaned back, grabbing Sammy’s cock and stroking it in his strong, rough grip. “You’re gonna cum for your big brother, and them I’m gonna bury my load so deep inside you, baby boy... You want that? You want big bro’s seed? You want it, Sammy?” 

He had gotten muddled again. Lost on his way back to his dorm room. It had been happening far too often recently, and as he clutched his treasured astronomy book nervously to his chest, he decided to be brave and ask someone for help. Further along the corridor, he could see the light of an open door shining, and he hurried along towards it to ask.

In the door way, his eyes lifted from the ground to the room’s occupant, lips parted to clear his throat and speak. His mouth could only hang open as he took in the sight before him. Tight, bulging muscles, pale skin, dark hair, stubble gracing a cut jaw - the essence of masculinity… everything he had been avoiding since coming here.

Heat twisted in his gut.

He squeaked, perhaps in shock at the sensation, perhaps in embarrassment at it, eyes widening and cheeks burning red.

Donk heard a noise by the door, and set the barbell down in it’s place. He leaned up a little, feeling sweat drip down his body. He’d turned the heat in the room up, just to give it that comforting hot gym feel. “Hey, Cadet,” he called out, seeinng the boy staring at him. He casually flexed his pecs, feeling them bounce, while he watched the boy’s face. “You interested in checking out my workout routine?” he asked, grinning excitedly. This was exactly what he was hoping for. To help mold and shape the youth of Preston, through fitness and hard body work. 

He motioned to the bed next to him. “Come on in, mister, have a seat. Oh, but why don’t you close the door behind you, so we can chat privately,” he added. Sometimes that helped youths who were nervous about their own bodies. And the cadet was clearly not familiar with weight training, his slim twink body an obvious sign. He leaned back and grasped the weight again, flexing his body’s muscles all over, bicep, abs, lower... Just to help give the boy encouragement, that it wouldn’t be weird to come watch him work his body over. Maybe he’d even get a change to give the cadet’s body a work-over himself. “What’s your name, cadet?” he asked, as he lifted the bar, and began another series of reps.

William looked at the other man and had a bit of a smirk on his lips when he was being defiant to the mentor. The self proclaimed hot shot jock wasn’t afraid to ruffle some feathers and so he just stood there, pursing his lips at how worked up the other was getting, “If you have a problem with me, take it up with my mentor” he sassed, smug grin on his lips.

“How do you know that I brought it? Someone could have used my bag“ he replied innocently, then he stood chest to chest with the other man, “I’m innocent until proven guilty. Clearly you never have watched a crime drama” he rolled his eyes. When the other ordered him to get down onto his knees, William shook his head, “Absolutely not, go back to your cadet and make him get on his knees if that’s what you’re looking for” the blonde grinned.

Donk grinned a wicked, and dangerous smile. This cadet was going to be trouble. Well, Donk knew how to take care of trouble. With a heavy, strong thrust, he clapped his hands on William’s shoulders, and forced him down easily to his knees. The boy had a great, athletic body, but Donk easily outweighed him in muscle. As soon as the boy was on his knees, Donk reached for a pile of the boy’s uniformed, and grabbed his belt. “This is how a bad boy gets treated,” he growled, and pulled the boy’s arms behind his back, wrapping them quickly in the belt. It wasn’t the best option for real restraint, but it’s not like the kid was a prisoner of war. 

He was just a punk who needed to learn a lesson or two. 

Donk stepped back in front of the boy, right in front of him. He could almost feel the boy’s breath on his cock, and it pulsed with eager excitement. Nothing weird about that, he thought. It was merely a natural animal instinct when an alpha male like him was showing dominance. The hardening of his cock in his thin, grey sweatpants, would just go to show his own prowess as an alpha. Show that he was in charge of the beautiful, smooth-skinned lad before him. A lad who, clad only in small briefs, showed excellent tone and definition. Skin golden tanned and ready to be explored. Begging to be told what to do.

“You need to know this right now, Cadet,” he said, looking down at the boy with a serious and stern face of one who was in charge, and would not accept any misbehavior. “Preston isn’t a crime drama. Its a private academy. I’m staff here, and that means I’m judge, jury, and executioner.” Why was the boy’s breath so hot, so heavy, against his body? It was distracting. “So, why don’t you make this easier, and admit you brought the alcohol in. If you do, then I won’t inform the headmaster. If you don’t... Then its not going to go well for you,” he growled, as he felt his cock twitch again, thickening and lengthening, almost tenting his sweatpants.

Ravi had received a message to meet his mentor in his room for his initiation and to come wearing just a pair of shorts. He found the message to be odd but consistent with what he had heard from other cadets about the process. For him, the last few days had been spent hooking up with other cadets and mentors in a tour around the school. He usually wasn’t this promiscuous in his daily life, but something about this place brought it out in him.

As he knocked on the door, wearing just a pair of his short shorts that came with his uniform, Ravi bit down on his lip. He had no clue what would be waiting for him behind the door. He heard the other tell him to come in and Ravi took a deep breath and entered the door. He was shaky and nervous as his big brown eyes scanned the room, seeing just how neat and orderly it was, “Hey” he said sweetly, offering a sweet smile to the other, “I’m Ravi” he introduced himself, the nervousness tangible in his voice.

Donk walked up to Ravi, with a kind smile. “Hey kiddo, I’m your mentor,” he said putting his hand out for a firm, strong handshake. Nothing oppressive, but just a signal to the young man of how a real man’s handshake should be. Confident, but not pushy. A gentleman never uses his handshake to intimidate, he remembered his own mentor telling him years ago. Only to invite and connect. “You can call me Mr. Sheridan. Or Sir,” he added, with a wink, as he gazed at his new cadet. “You’ve got good form for a little guy,” he said, grazing his hand over Ravi’s chest, and slowly down to his stomach. He caressed the boy’s abs. “Impressive. Of course, we’ve got some work for you to get something like these,” he chuckled, slapping his own rock solid muscles. 

He pointed to the chair in the middle of the room. “There’s your station, cadet.” He walked himself over to the chair, and pulled the clippers from the desk nearby. “Its time to make you a man,” he added, leaning back and watching the boy walk to the seat. “You ready to lose your virginity?”