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hello folks,
I'm Vic, 30ish, go by he/him.
here is a friendly menu with some important options for the blog.
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(small reminder that all of my muses are verse and on the muse page is just a preference! highly adaptable on that.)
rules,
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"An entire weekend? My, you plan on spoiling me until I'm a puddle of goo like a Ditto," he teased in a clear volume. Koga did not necessarily think to project, and while they might have had mics normally, the bath prevented them. So Kapil hoped that would help Koga realize how loud he'd have to be. What Koga didn't need to know was that a camera had been installed under the water. This would be for the adults paying extra to see the additional feed. And a good thing Koga was wasting no time, feeling that finger teasing Kapil.
"As for a massage, you'll have to battle against my cousin. He has the best hands in my family, and he'll consider that claim a challenge." Jack wasn't the competitive type, but his hands were strong and could undo any knot. He pulled Koga close to the point their bodies visibly touched. "I have a massage technique myself you know," he said before his hand began playing with Koga's hair. The finger tips applied even pressure on that head as it moved in small circular motions.
"It works better if you're in front of me. One should take care of their elders after all," he said, referring to Koga's comment earlier. Kapil spread his legs apart, giving the underwater camera a clear view of his cock that spilled pass the bench they were sitting on with its double digit length. With his hand, Kapil guided Koga to right in front of him, grabbing both of those strong shoulders to turn the man so they faced each other. Thankfully, another camera underwater had an angle with both of their cocks together.
"Kneel," he ordered with a calm and clear tone. With both hands, he began rubbing Koga's temples with his thumbs while his long fingers reached other spots on that head, massaging small circles. It was a technique Jack had taught him, so Kapil knew it would work. "How does that feel, 'father'?" he asked, teasing the other man's age once more. Kapil had a feeling this was going to be a good focus.
Being as traditional as he was, some features escaped him. Updating the system of the gym had been such a headache - Juro passed days teaching his dad the angles he should aim for, so people would see him in battle. Not that it truly mattered. At the end of the day, he was an old man and it was hard to teach an old horse new tricks. Especially when battling, with his focus completely on his pokémon. So the idea of an underwater camera for adults paying extra did not cross his mind. In fact, the whole idea of the show was still a bit strange to him, but he followed along. And now that he met the potential husband, he was ready to win.
So by the time Koga was told to kneel, he did it with his own cock already growing hard. An average size cock with a beautiful mushroom-type head covered a bit in his foreskin, he was clearly a grower, from a tiny shrinked thing to a respectable, albeit normal cock. And underwater. Because then he was mostly underwater, looking up with big black eyes as Kapil started to massage him. He had good hands and a very good skill. His fingers rolled over Koga's forehead and then above his damp graying hair.
He even closed his eyes. Was this moving too fast? If he remembered correctly, before any type of contact, they were supposed to talk and have dinner. And maybe he would get a visit in his room late at night. If Kapil felt like it. But Kapil definitely felt like touching and teasing him. Koga let out a soft moan and opened his eyes. No crew member was giving him any sign they should stop right there. "I could definitely use hands like yours here. My clients would love your massage. And when it is done by a handsome lad like you..." His voice was a bit louder, but still not enough, still not projecting. He was definitely too old for this, and yet, there he was, in front of multiple cameras with a hardon in his own onsen.
lazy morning sex with your underwear pulled to the side and his hand up your shirt and his lips at your ear and your hips grinding back into his
Holden's head turned redish as the dwarf's cock was pushed deep into his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and tears welled up in the corners, streaming down his face. The moment Krall stopped holding his head in place was a relief, as the fairy could finally catch his breath while a good amount of saliva covered the throbbing cock. But he didn't have time to breathe, for soon his lips were captured by the ones of older man in a wet kiss, he enjoyed being treated like a pet while being dominated and pleasured by the barbarian. "You're so good to me" he whined breathlessly as the kiss was interrupted. Then he turned his attention to the dwarf's hairy groin, licking his heavy balls while beating his meat. After a few moments, the fairy's blue eyes gleamed mischievously, and then he stopped stimulating her and lay down on the floor with a playful smile on his face "It's your turn to give me attention" he said, holding his legs up and exposing the pink button between his round cheeks.
His cock and balls and crotch were assaulted by the best mouth a dwarf could hope for. He was hungry, his tongue was soft, but good enough to be felt around his shaft, underneath his sac. His nose was sniffing around like a happy puppy greeting a master. "Fuck." Krall moaned under his breath, looking down as he put his hands to the sides, giving the fae free access until he got up only to lay on the floor like a cheap whore, exposing the pinkiest hole Krall had ever seen. A thing of beauty, each time! He made a growling sound, like a beast ready to mount their bitch. "Looks perfect. Almost like you haven't been dicked down again and again yesterday." He got on his hands and knees, crawling so he would be between those raised legs, mouth going down until his lips were a bigger circle around the tiny hole and then his tongue pushed it, forcing its way against the tiny, strong muscles there.
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"Hm, so your less than welcoming greeting was because of just how surprised you were?" He remarked, brow raised but the moment he felt that hand wrap around his wrist, his breath hitched and he stopped moving. He tried to his face, not wanting to show how much the older man's touch alone was enough to make Alistair fold himself. "Hm, not sure I believe the happy part" He retorted, but any attempt to be snippy with his words was weakened by the sound in voice now that the man was holding onto him. He finally turned his gaze to him as well, the two men finally looking right at each other.
Now there was the real question to ask and for a moment Alistair didn't know what to say or how to play this, Gus would now be able to see the younger man's eyes fluttering at the thumb caressing his wrist, or the way he shivered before speaking. "...I guess that depends, what would you do exactly if I did make you jealous, hm? What would that look like?" He questioned, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip.
Gus tried to keep that gaze as best as he could. There was no shame in what he was doing, right? He had won the prize, this night was to celebrate him. What about it if he wanted to get fucked in a way only Alistair knew to do? True, it could be humiliating going back to someone that clearly was not right for him, but he liked that oo. He enjoyed the sadness that came along. Or maybe he didn't even think of it. Not when he was with Alistair. But that question certainly made him pull his hand away from the other.
"It would be a boring affair. You know I don't make a scene." He leaned back over the bed, elbows against the mattress, his legs just slightly spread, inviting even. He shot a smirk back at Alistair. "But then I'd have to prove to you that you get nothing out of those others like you do from me. That would mean sucking your cock right here, open door and all, so if anyone doubted that I do you better, than they could see it." The dirty words slipped out of him with ease. And he meant each one of them, passionate as they were.
Touga understood the game the fairy was playing, but decided to play along when he licked his lower lip upon hearing the sweet cooing "I thought they'd stay here to witness this" He grinned as the servants left the room so the two could be alone. The dragon let the coat he wore fall from his shoulders, revealing his toned arms. It was noticeable that there were some scaly, greenish-blue spots. The fallen coat also hid a tail similar to the one he sported in his draconic form, but on a smaller scale. These details made it clear that the small horns on his forehead were not a mere headpiece. The larger male positioned himself in front of the king, almost as if between his legs, and held his waist firmly while pressing him against the padded wall to pull him into a passionate and hungry kiss. He began to pull the red-bearded man up, so as to sit him on the outsider's bent knees "I am the violence in the pouring rain, aren't you afraid?" he grinned as his thick hands squeezed the host's flesh through the fabric.
Oberon watched, his stance never changing but his eyes following every piece of skin that was revealed to him. He savoured the dragon tail and took a moment to really look at those horns. A fae living as long as he did, Oberon had gotten around. Humans were generally his favorite fuck, but a dragon? How many ages since he hadn't had one. By the time the question resonated in his brain, he felt Touga pulling him into a hot kiss. It certainly left the fairy king without breathe, but he smiled at the question. "What's a little drizzle gonna do?" His hand moved to squeeze those heavy pecs, feeling the pure muscles underneath that beautiful skin. "Pour over me if you must, my Lord Dragon." He leaned, trying to steal another hot, wild kiss, just to feel the hands squeezing him, feeling him up too. His hands moved so he was quick to undo the laces of his shirt, pulling it over his head so they could feel each other's body, chest against chest.
"Of course I missed you, jerk. You avoided me the last three times I passed through here. Thought I did something wrong." It had been a genuine concern for the trainer. Butch was one of those people that even if things had never gotten physical with, he appreciated the company of. Of course, the last time they'd been here things had gotte physical, and now he knew the other was almost as much of a beast beneath his clothes as the others team was... Yeah, okay, maybe he was eager. Still, the fbaric tearing apart caught even him off guard. "I haven't... I missed you. In particular." Maybe he'd seen some action in the mean time, sure, but besides the point. "Besides you made a promise about if I came back with a new badge. Well, I came back with two more."
Butch opened his mouth to protest. He had not been acting weird or avoiding his buddy. He had been busy. But instead, he felt the hands on him, touching and grabbing and, well, even ripping. "Well, surely you've been well fed because those are very strong fingers." Butch laughed it off, lying back down, hands behind his head, showing off hairy pits and hairy chest. "Two new badges? Fuck. This way you'll hit the Champions before I even get my chance." He grinned down at Declan, his hard cock throbbing in what was left from his ripped clothes. "And how can I repay my promise now? Twice as many loads inside you?"
For a few moments, Cormac lay there in anticipation, the grip still firm on his ass cheeks but with the younger male entirely unaware of what his elder was going to do. And then Cormac heard a slight sound from Rainer's mouth, and a moment later cool spit dropped down onto his hole. The sudden, wet sensation made Cormac moan, his dick twitching, with more such sounds following as Rainer continued depositing saliva down onto him. The younger man couldn't help but writhe and tense, whimpering and moaning still, whilst Rainer teased his hole, smearing the spit over his puckered entrance. With how hot and horny he'd already become, Cormac obeyed without question when Rainer pulled and commanded him into place, his naked figure swiftly bent into position with his ass up. Being called a good boy whilst being touched so intimately was the cherry on top for Cormac, who whimpered and gasped, his breathing heavy already, his moans shaky and cock aching. "Y... yes, D... daddy..." he managed to get out, right as Rainer caressed his thighs. A mere moment later, the older man leaned in and buried his face against Cormac's crack, his tongue working against his hole and dragging the length of that crevice between his ass cheeks, the sudden but intoxicating contact, the feeling of the wet tongue, already making Cormac moan loudly and shudder beneath Rainer.
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No better outcome could have been achieved, not when that young, handsome man just gave himself away for Rainer, opening up and obeying to his command. And then the words, weak and breaking, but still clear enough, a perfect representation of the pleasure Rainer was giving the boy. "Yeah, that's right." He moaned, licking his own lips, his face just inches away from that hole he had been eating out with his tongue, assaulting the muscle already wet with the spit he had worked on it. His tongue would ran over the crack, all the way from the bottom to Cormac's cox and spine. And then he would breath in that intimate musky perfum before diving back over the hole, tainting it with the tip of his tongue, pressing, pushing and conquering little by little as both hands kept the other's cheeks apart.
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@mythicalmen / raunchy action prompts.
[18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact. +reverse
"now i have two fingers inside you, pete. didn't i tell you it would fit?"
eliwood had a soft, dangerous voice. his whisper was charged with wanting, but also with a profound dominating stance. one that allowed no bullshitting. he kept the fingers in him, forcing that hole a bit apart by trying to distance one digit from the other. but oh, that was a tight thing and even his strength was hardly enough yet. but after a good pounding, he was sure it would fit more.
"ssh, pete, shhhh. we don't want to wake roy up, do we?" eliwood grabbed the boy's jaws. when peter didn't look up, he made sure he would. the grip on the jaw was tight and he had a good hold on the boy. "what are you ashamed of, boy? you came to my room just as soon as your friend was asleep. i'm not holding you and you're still here, getting finger fucked in my bed. but you can't look your friend's daddy in the eyes. well, it will be a long holiday if you don't learn good manners tonight."
I think being called a good boy would fix me
Tatum was slumped back in his seat at the head of the booth as he recovered from that final ball. His heavy chest rose and fell with each breath as he tried to collect himself. He suddenly found his body weak and exhausted. Despite just having to sit there for this little carnival game of theirs, all of his muscles have been tense the moment they started. Now that Lukas finished with his set of ten -- the only one who had hit their mark thus far to add to that -- Tatum's body finally had no options but to let go at the first opportunity for respite.
He thanked the stars at the other's suggestion. For as brutal as the kid was at busting his balls from afar, he was glad that the kid was now showing him mercy. He held up a hand and lifted up a thumb in agreement. "Yeah." His voice croaked. "Yeah, a break and some ice sounds good."
Tatum made slow careful movements as he withdrew his swollen testicles from the hole they were dangling out of. They'd gotten so swollen he almost thought he wouldn't have been able to get them out to begin with. But with one final burst of pain, he was able to pull the heavy painted sacs out. He unbuckled himself from his seat, turning to find that Lukas was already right there with him behind the booth. The attendant allowed Lukas and his friends the opportunity to meet with Tatum. It was only fitting after such a generous donation and the hilarious display he was able to put on. Not to mention, it was his idea to offer some ice to the park ranger.
"Are you some sort of minor league superstar or something?" Tatum asked with a seemingly permanent wince on his face. "You're too good with that bat." He shook his head, still panting softly as he tried to muster the strength to get up from his seat. "You and your buddies wanna help an old park ranger out? I have my RV out in the back lot."
Lukas wasted no time. His revenge was hardly done for. But he felt the thrill of causing that pain in his ass some real pain too. Still, he kept his face fresh, his smile as sincere as he could as the man moved to approach them. His balls seem as red as those cheeks and his large torso. "First of all, Sir, I truly admire what you are doing. It's quite honestly so nice of an old man like you to care for the trees." He patted Tatum on the shoulder before giving him some help as he noticed the man was clearly walking funny.
"Your RV will do, yes." A couple of steps back, Tulio and Roy walked as two bodyguards, watching Lukas roll with his plan. Convincing the two of them was easy, they were both hot for the ranger and they both had enough reasons to be pissed at him too. As the group walked, Lukas had to hold his anxiety, but soon, he was opening the door of the RV, giving space for the ranger to walk in and then looking around one last time to make sure they would have some privacy. Tulio stood by the door as Roy and Lukas walked in. Their buddy would have their turn too. All of them would.
"Why don't you sit there and relax, Ranger, Sir?" Lukas pointed and Roy led the man to the seat. "Now, it may seem embarrassing at first, but you should lift your legs up, so your balls will be free for the ice. Lean back and just get your feet up, as if you were preparing to get fucked." No chill. Obviously not. And even though he should be going to the fridge, he stood there, his shoulder touching Roy's as they both waited to see the old man's hole.
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Perhaps it had just been a man with a knife. Kyree thought he'd look into his eyes and where he once swore he saw god was the devil himself. It had been so long ago but was he wrong in equating the two? Or was he just hoping that a man couldn't be that cruel? He runs his fingers along the scars before he smiles. This man is right that it sounds strange coming out of his mouth. He doesn't feel like he belongs here perhaps that's why he's trying to run away. He can feel the others hesitancy and Kyree is not surprised. They'd practically been run out of his village. Nearly.
"He felt like one." Kyree amends as his gaze drops to where the others hand is scratching over his torso. "It would not matter if it was me." It wouldn't matter at all considering, evidently, Kyree is a bastard child. His mother had been killed for it shortly after he was born and despite his grandfather being one of the village elders it does not serve Kyree in the slightest. His gaze flicks to the where the sun hits the ripples in the water. "You should let me help you, I could make your life easier." I've got nothing left here he doesn't say.
It was not that he didn't want it. But standing there, Fawkes had enough reasons to stop this. Instead, he waited, checking his options and letting the silence reveal something. Or at least hoping it would. Eventually, he let out a long sigh. "We won't be doing nothing this early in the day anyway. I doubt he will be rushing in on us now." He turned, the river seemed nice and he was already sweating under the early hours sun. It was bound to be another hot day. "Why don't you join me in the river? And relax a little. I find that a good swim always bring the worse thoughts out."
Fawkes shot the invitation and turned around, giving his back to the villager as he walked into the cold water. Cold was an understatement, but it felt somehow relieving, since outside the warm and damp weather was just as worse. He walked until most of his thighs were inside. He could feel the current passing through him. Slow, but still a small pull. Before long, he let the rest of his body submerge, the icy cold water tensing him up a moment before he got out, shaking his head and the excess of water from his face. "So? Care for a swim or not?"
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