Men In Uniform

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Walking through the gym to his favorite machine, Harris let his gaze shift across the gym floor in the hopes to find something quite nice. It was one of the better places to find talent, both for his bedroom and for his job, and as his eyes scanned the room, he saw something entirely promising. A young boy that was thickly built, with broad shoulders, a chest that was only inches away from being considered barrel-chested, thick thighs and strong calves, it was clear that he was glorious. But the best part? The bulge hidden beneath the two-tight pair of shorts that he wore, one that hinted that this guy? He would be a big catch.

Licking his lips, Harris left his workout machine unattended, wanting to catch this guy before he disappeared from his sights, and he approached slowly. “Hello there...” Harris spoke, low drawl as he made sure the other could see how his gaze roamed up and down his body, sizing him up. “You know, you are incredibly handsome. Too handsome to take part is something so silly or mundane as an office job, wouldn’t you agree?” Taking a step forward, Harris moved to let a hand rest on the shoulder, just as firm as he thought it would be, as another reached into his pocket. “You should consider going into film, young man... I’m a talent agent and a scout for a local studio and I think you’re exactly what we’re looking for.”

cody didnt mind being ogled. he wasn’t quite aware of his reputation as a himbo, but he wasnt entirely clueless nd dominic made no effort to hide the way he watched cody work around his pool. the blonde purposefully wore a bright yellow speedo or a variety of other skimpy outfits when he worked for those types of individuals. it helped with tips, which were important to out of work actors. when the man called him pretty, he turned over his shoulder, full pink lips curled in a grin and his green eyes sparkled in the sunlight as he skillfully twisted the skimmer around. but once he was summoned, cody gingerly replaced the pool tool and strode over, showing off without even meaning to. his stellar body was tantalizingly smooth and tanned and when he stood beside his employer, his hands went to his hips. as cody faced cliff from his position between the two reclining chairs, his massive ass was pointed right at dominic. 

the request was an odd one and one he had never encountered before in his work. however he’d be lying if he said he never crossed the line of professionalism to earn a little extra money or some good recommendations.  with another charming smile and a wink, cody sat down on the edge of cliff’s chair and hoisted one large foot into his lap.  ‘ anything for a friend of mr. traylors! he’s always been good to me. ’  cody began to knead the man’s foot, trying not to be distracted by the slickness of his swear from under the sun. it was a few minutes later that cody realized his eyes had traveled up the man’s leg and gotten trapped right atop his massive bulge, only for him to free his gaze with a shake of his head.

A low moan left Cliff as Cody quickly walked over to him and grabbed his feet, unable to stop himself from enjoying this feeling. It was almost as if the boy had done this plenty of times before, but he highly doubted that what was going to come next would be something he did before. Watching as Dominic lifted up to go and grab a drink from inside, Cliff simply watched the other, enjoying the differences in their complexion as he watched those tanned fingers working against his bronze skin. “You’ve given a lot of foot massages before, huh?” Cliff asked, using one foot to press against the other’s back, big toe running up his spine. “I bet you’ve never seen one this big before.” His voice was low, soothing, and he used the heel of the foot that was in the boy’s lap to add pressure to his crotch, feeling something there that certainly had him smirking. “Did I get your little dick hard, boy?”

After going inside to get a drink, as well as a bottle of lube because he knows that they’re going to need it, Dominic stepped out of his swim trunks and left them lying on his kitchen tiles as a hand moved to work his cock over. Massive and thick, he knew that his boy would be feeling this for days - but he also knew that this would turn the himbo into a dirty whore for big black cock. Once his cock was hard enough, he made his way to where Cliff was receiving the foot rub by Cody and he walked up behind the pool boy before he moved to place his fat cock on the boy’s shoulder. “Now it’s time for you to learn your place, boy, and worship your masters. Get to sucking my cock, see what a real man fucking tastes like.”

Seeing his Dad’s full body draped across the leather couch made him horny enough but the taste of his foot in his mouth…fuck he might just die right there. He had a perfect view of his father’s perky ass and hardening dick…wait…he was getting hard? Maybe his dad was a closet foot worship lover. It’d explain the excessive care he took with his own feet…unless that’s just who he is. Kade stared at his dad’s ass and cock as he began chewing lightly at his dad’s meaty heel before going to just licking over his sole over and over again. There sat the other foot right next to him…untouched and dry…not for long. Kade hummed softly almost but not quite missing his name being moaned…he halted. Waiting for him to stir…did dad know it was him or…was he actually dreaming the reality? Fuck that was hot. Deciding to just go for it kade dropped to Cary’s toes, sucking each individually while licking between them as he transitioned from one to the next. Fuck…maybe if he was lucky Dad wouldn’t wake up and he’d get to suck his cock dry…see if he still moaned his name then…Ask him the next morning what he dreamed about…

Daniel raised an eyebrow at the mention of a serious case but truly thought little of it beyond the usual, the kind of cases which needed mayoral attention being sensitive murders or massive corruption cases. He looked up when Carter presented the manila folder but his eyes suddenly widened a little, his mouth dropping slightly open as Carter mentioned it was a member of his inner circle who had skeletons to hide. “Right…” was all he murmured before he sighed as Carter mentioned bringing a criminal case against the mystery individual. Daniel made a note to try and persuade the Chief out of that later.

And then he opened the folder to see pictures of himself staring back. His blood ran cold and his hands trembled, his heart suddenly racing up to a mile a minute. The spread of photos was clear to see and they all showed Daniel in various, compromising positions with other men. He gulped, his cheeks flushing red as he looked back up at Carter. “What is this for?” he asked, tone almost a whisper, a meek cry from the arrogance of earlier. 

The chief had to keep his facial features rigid, not wanting to reveal his internal thoughts as he appraised the mayor and watched how he fell from the pointed man that oozed arrogance to one that was meek and quiet, eyes wide as he tried to gauge just what it was that Carter was showing him. “Let’s call it insurance,” the police chief spoke, finally releasing his facade as he took a step closer so that his shoe was very nearly the other, wanting to make sure that his words sunk in with the mayor. “These pictures won’t be released to anyone so long as you stand behind me and support the police department no matter what.”

For a brief moment, Joe thought that he had ran into trouble. He wouldn’t be the first sailor to hit some good punches at that bar, but he was surely avoiding it. Violence was cool and all, but he was just into other type of things. He felt the fingers on his wrist and the words stuck on his mouth as he watched Armand with big eyes, heart skipping a beat as he waited. And than. “Oh, not a problem, Sir.” He lifted one of his eyebrows and smiled to the man. “In fact, I think I will like to do it very much, Sir.” He was smiling again, a bit of a tipsy smile, sure, but his cock was hard in his white sailor pants and he could feel that funny heat going through his veins - an anticipation kind of thing that warmed the whole body. “So… will you take a good sailor for a ride, Sir?”

Scrolls were carefully examined and rolled up before being placed back on the shelved. Dart liked to keep his library well organized, and tended to. Treating every scroll and book like a gardener with treat a plant. With a similar kind of attention and care. He glanced over his shoulder, a bit surprised by the voice but as the keep of this library he felt obliged to help. Whether this person wanted their identity known or not.

His expression was serious, though there was a gentleness in his eyes. Clearly taking to heart the question being posed as he racked his brain for an answer. Or at least an idea of what tome to consult for the answer. “I believe for that particular problem there are many potential reasons,” Dart said as he looked around at his books as if searching for something in particular. “Do you feel the cause is medical or magical?” he asked the cloaked man, curious who he was but respecting the man’s privacy enough not to ask.

“I’m hardly a doctor but… I’ll do my best,” Dart said sincerely. 

No man ever wanted to admit that they were having difficulty siring a child - let alone a King. It had people beginning to question the man’s virility, his integrity as a man, and it meant that they were certainly worrying about the future of the kingdom. The king certainly found himself worrying, wondering if a more sadistic man would sit on the throne and use the people in his kingdom for his own sick and twisted enjoyment. That truly terrified him, more than not being able to father a son ever did.

“I’m unsure,” the king spoke, keeping his voice low to avoid the other recognizing it - he doubted that he would have, given that the male was a half elf, but even still, it was better to be cautious than not, right? “I do not think that I’ve angered a person in the past before to warrant being cursed, but as I am well into my years without a child... so I cannot say I’ve ruled out the possibility.”

Pausing, the king finally reached up to remove his hood, revealing his features and the curled black horns that stood atop his head. “Please... I will be in your debt.”

It seemed that selling information was a rather lucrative business. And while he could gather quite a bit of information from secretly listening in on his father’s secret meetings, there was still a limit to what he could learn. Marcus had been trying to sneak into the sttorney’s house next door. They handled high profile candidates and figured the information would be rather useful but they stopped as they heard the police, cursing as he held his hands up. Now, the real question was how he’d find his way out of this without revealing too much.

Normally the police didn’t react to trespassing calls so quickly, but given that the house belonged to the district attorney? It meant that a timely response was needed to keep in the good graces of the man that represented their city and their police force. So upon finding that there was actually someone there, Quentin was ready to react in any way necessary. Letting the flashlight shine below the other’s chin to avoid blinding him but to also illuminate him in the process, he took a couple of steps closer. “Alright now, hands on the back of your head and on your knees... And I’m not afraid to use my gun, so don’t think about reaching for a weapon, alright?”

Tim was amused. See the guy bending himself backwards to get his support was actually very entertaining. “See, everyone can offer me that.” He gestured at the city outside his windows. “Why should I help you instead of literally anyone else that came knocking on my door today?” Some overstatement there, but he didn’t need to know that.

Thankfully, Tim was forged into the deep criminals of Atlanta. No one in DC could shake him up. “You know I drive a hard bargain, Congressman. You need to work harder than that.” Tim said, leaning back on his chair, waiting for his next move. 

Of course the other male would have connections of his own, but that didn’t mean that Vince didn’t have any tricks up his sleeve - or that he didn’t have something he could use to gain an inch over the other male. A smirk teased his lips, moving to fold his arms over his chest as he stared at the man across the desk. “Alright, you do this for me? I won’t tell everyone that you’re queer as a two dollar bill and that you frequent a popular night club that’s well known for it’s glory-holes.”

Damian Wayne has seen quite a bit of stuff in his time alive. Despite being young, when you’re born into the League of Assassins you’re kind of forced to see dark things rather fast. Which was why when he caught sight of a vampire drinking from a human, it was nothing surprising for him. Damian knew that his father told him to never do anything by himself, to either contact Bruce, Dick, or someone nearby…But Damian wasn’t going to let this man get away before any of them could get here. So Damian instead lunged off of the roof rather gracefully before landing behind the other. 

“Do you have any idea how many times I hear that line?” Damian asked with his body language reading nothing but bored as he looked at the other. “Now, shall we do this the easy way? Or the hard way blood sucker?” 

Having lived in Gotham for quite awhile, he certainly knew enough to know that this guy before him was definitely part of the ‘bat-family’ and while most would probably be scared? Dorian wasn’t even shaking. To have the bat-family under his control, like he did so many people in Gotham that did the dirty-work for him? Well, it was enough to have him hard just thinking about it - but that wasn’t something he was going to admit out loud. Instead he could only shake his head lightly, chuckle leaving his lips. “Oh, darlin’,” he spoke, his Southern accent slipping out. “I think you’re going to want it to happen the hard way.”

Jeremy clung to his father’s back as he was fucked so effortlessly and so perfectly. He panted as he felt him keep thrusting into him eagerly. He stared into his father’s eyes and smiled at him. “That’s not the point and you know it. They made you a better lover, but that doesn’t mean I’m better than them. Even if they were meaningless, they were still probably better, tighter, more talented at taking you or sucking you or milking you.” He leaned up and kissed his father eagerly, panting against his lips. “I’ll never be done with you. I just wish I was better than them. I feel like I’m nothing sometimes.” He moaned as his father kept making promises and grinned. “Please, Daddy. Please do all of that. Fill me up. With cum. With kids. Please…” He kissed his father back gently and smiled as he promised to cum soon. “I’m close too. So close.” And then his father started thumbing his clit and he gasped. “Oh God! Yes!” He arched up into his father, letting out a loud, filthy moan. He felt his father keep toying with his clit and knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Cum with me! I’m…I’m cumming!” He let out a loud moan, screaming, “FUCK DADDY!” and cumming hard, his juices gushing over his father’s cock as he kept fucking him through it. “So good! Oh fuck! So fucking good! Don’t stop!”

“If you think so poorly of yourself, you should look at yourself through my eyes because in my eyes, you’re perfect? Not just the perfect son, but the perfect lover, the perfect husband... the perfect future bearer of my children,” Cliff spoke, staring down at his lover with kindness in his eyes as he continued to move his thick cock into the tight wet heat. “You’re so much better, I swear... They couldn’t even fit my cock into their mouths, but you? You’ve surpassed each and every one of them, I promise you that,” he said before he groaned, unable to stop himself from giving into the tight sensation that was Jeremy’s wet cunt. And soon, as his son was arching up into him and his walls were clinging onto his massive cock like a vice-grip, Cliff knew he wasn’t going to last. “Fuuuc-” he groaned out, stopping himself as he leaned down to kiss Jeremy passionately as he reached his climax, shooting rope after rope of thick cum deep into his lover’s womb in the hopes to impregnate him as he fucked into him, wanting to ride out their shared orgasms for as long as humanly possible.

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All the stars aligned for tonight. Dad got a little drunk, enough to pass out on the couch, and it was just the two of them in the large house. So Kade popped up quietly from the other couch and knelt down, coming face to face with Cary’s feet that had been hanging off the arm of the couch. Fuck…his dad took good care of them so who was he to let that work go to waste…especially when dad wouldn’t know a thing…Before he knew it though his mouth was wrapped around Cary’s heel, humming happily at the taste of his dad’s feet that were aired out yet still tasted of Cary and a bit of leather.

open starter premise: friendly neighborhood daddy needs a pounding featuring: hank richards  ( tom welling ) suggested opposites: kj apa, chris zylka, stephen amell, tyler posey, gerard butler, chris hemworth, jeffrey dean morgan suggested kinks: breeding, smaller/younger tops, cuckolding, cheating, body worship, piss

‘ my boy’s can’t know about this - or my husband, or anyone for that matter. ’  hank insisted, his voice needy and breathless as he reached back to spread muscular cheeks to expose his pale hole, slightly opened already by the massive toy he’d used to prep. his muscular frame was fully on display, shoulders and knees to the floor while the handsome face of the upstanding doctor who could always be found smiling from behind his white picket fence, the picture of modern suburbia, was pressed to the floor, begging for cock. as much as he loved his life and his family, hank couldnt deny his hunger for depraved, constant fucking. and it had led him here.

If there were someone the king could sympathize with, it was the halflings. The satyr knew first-hand what it felt like to be ridiculed, teased for something you had no control over - the dragonborn thought he was little more than cattle, humans thought he was an abomination and mages saw their horns as something precious for their spell-casting. It was why his kingdom had become a bit of a safe haven for the halflings of the world, those that didn’t quite fit in anywhere, and it was why he found himself heading to the home of a half-elf - one that was rumored to know a vast deal of information.