don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter

Pm: it is so. Always such a good boy. Román even gave me this fun shiny key and everything

PM: Presumably to unlock my cage, right? Well, I won't be bothered if you don't want to do that, Miss. I like my cage. My dick is so tiny anyway, it's really better to be locked away, anyway.

Sam groaned happily as Ross began kissing and licking his balls. He always loved attention to his balls like this. He chuckled at Ross's muffled voice, and reached down to play with the sub's hair. "You keep playing with my balls and my dick, and we'll see about getting you another load," he teased, with a playful wink down at Ross.

Sam's deep, sexy voice had Ross moaning from his knees - it was remarkable how even a few words spoken from Sam Evans was enough to utterly break Ross and melt him into the submissive puddle he currently was. With the suggestion of a reward, Ross eagerly obeyed, worshipping Sam's balls with his tongue and lips. Pausing for air, he pulled back briefly to admire Sam's body, towering over him, his brown eyes widening in awe. "Fuck, Sir...your body is so...big and...and perfect, it's...honestly unreal." Ross said, blushing before he was back on Sam's balls, moaning around the heavy weight of them, sucking and licking them enthusiastically all while gazing up at Sam's incredible body. Reaching up, Ross' hands roamed over his abs and chest, feeling the hard contours of his perfect body as he moved to Sam's cock, thick and throbbing already as he sucked it greedily into his panting mouth, slurping and kissing at the head, then ducking down to return to those balls; sucking one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in worshipful strokes - then he switched to the other to provide the same treatment as he kept his eyes locked on Sam's body, admiring every inch of his hot, muscular form. "Fuck...so sexy, Sir...so...so perfect." Ross whimpered form his knees.

Ross was feeling almost dizzy with everything that was happening; there he was, settled between Sam’s thighs, his face flush with sweat and remnants of Sam’s cum that didn’t make it down his throat; his hair was messy and he looked and felt thoroughly fucked - in the best possible way. Sam’s messy, still thick, spent cock resting against his face, his hands splayed across Sam’s abs - Ross was I truly no his personal heaven. Then, Sam gave him options. “Sir…” Ross moaned, thinking for a beat before making his choice. “I’m sure plenty of submissives would appreciate a dildo replicated of your cock..but as one of the lucky submissives who can enjoy the real thing relatively freely, I think I’m going to choose a kiss - after all, even a duplication doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing…” Ross grinned sweetly before pressing an affectionate kiss to the tip of Sam’s flush, spit-slicked cock.

Sam smiled at the way Ross moaned, and he wasn't surprised when Ross chose the kiss. What he didn't know was he'd already had one of the toys sent to Román, at the Dom's request. He couldn't help but reach down and ruffle Ross's hair for a moment, giving him that small comforting moment, before laying back a little again. "Now work on my balls, and work your way down my legs," he ordered, as he gripped his softening cock and let it fall against Ross's face.

Ross let out a happy sigh as Sam ruffled his hair, leaning into his touch briefly before resuming his worship. He nuzzled against Sam's softening cock, inhaling his musky scent deeply, the ducked under that thick cock and started kissing and licking Sam's balls gently, cleaning them with his tongue. Ross took each one into his mouth, sucking on them softly as he rolled them around with his tongue. “God, your balls are so heavy, Sir," he whispered, his voice muffled by Sam's flesh. “I hope there’s another load in there for me…” he added teasingly before he descended further to start working his tongue down Sam’s toned legs.

Ross yelped and threw his ass back against Sam's palm, chasing another spanking if he could get one. A bashful, yet confident expression crossed his features as Sam raved about his pussy, his lashed fluttered and he let out a slutty little moan of appreciation. "Right now? it's your pussy, Sir...do whatever you want with it....and of course, if you think it could help your business, I'd be more than happy to pitch in where I can." Ross teased back, his little clit gushing needily under its tight cage. "Mmm, how could I forget? You're the man who unlocked my full potential...and while Román is the one I ultimately belong too, he...and everyone who knows me knows that I'd do anything to please you, Sir..." Ross breathed, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sam's. "Anything." He repeated, his bottom lips just grazing Sam's as he was bounced on Sam's thick, throbbing cock as if he were weightless - and, for a man as strong as Sam; Ross supposed that he pretty much was.

Sam grinned at Ross's teasing, and gave his ass a firm slap in response. "We both know you're not the one who gets to make decisions about who fucks this pussy," he laughed, as he pushed hard back into Ross's little hole. "I just helped you figure out who you really are, Ross, don't forget that," Sam said firmly, and laughed teasingly as their bottom lips just barely touched. He gripped Ross's hips tightly, knowing he was getting close and not feeling like he wanted to hold back. Sam had plans. "Fuck," he grunted, right into Ross's ear, as he thrust forward, hard, and came deep inside Ross's quivering little pussy.

Ross nodded his agreement, unable at this point to really respond coherently with the way Sam’s cock relentlessly hammered against his g-spot. If he weren’t so thoroughly trained, he would’ve came in his cage minutes ago - but even for someone at his level of submission, it was proving difficult to hold himself backs “Sir…oh, Sir - breed my pussy…please…want every…drop of your cum inside me…” Ross pleaded, his little hand gripping roughly at Sam’s big pecs and shoulders for support as the much larger man thrust all the way inside him, held him down at the bas e of his cock and emptied his load deep inside his pussy, which made Ross see stars - his little body quivering in Sam’s strong arms as he took the man’s load, his own, flushed face buried against Sam’s neck as he moaned his thanks for being given such a big load. “Oh, that was…so amazing, Sir - y-you’re so amazing.” Ross mumbled, dipping down to lick at the sweat glistening off Sam’s built chest.

Sam groaned happily as he came down from the high of his orgasm, and after a few moments, he let Ross move off of his cock, and let Ross bury his face against his neck. He was breathing a little heavily, as Ross began to lick at the sweat that was dripping down his chest. "Now, I'm guessing you want the chance to earn a kiss," Sam teased, as he moved to sit down, laying back a little. "You can start with licking my dick clean, and getting all this sweat off of me," he ordered, firmly.

Ross nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement as he was gently placed on the floor, left there shakily to watch as Sam sprawled out for his benefit “Oh, yes sir - thank you! This is a reward in itself!” With his orders given, Ross practically lunged forward and immediately began kissing and licking his way down Sam's chest, cleaning up every drop of sweat with his tongue. Ross worshipped Sam's pecs and abs, tracing the lines of his muscles with his lips and tongue. He moved to Sam's biceps, kissing and sucking on them gently as he cleaned them off. He let out loud moans along with lingering sloppy kisses, drooling all over Sam's chest as he worshipped his muscles while simultaneously mopping up the sweat with his tongue. “Mmmph, your body is so big and strong," Ross murmured, his voice muffled against Sam's skin."I love servicing you…making you feel like the king you are ."Ross continued his oral assault, making sure to cover every inch of Sam's chest in his spit. Once he'd thoroughly soaked Sam's pecs, Ross moved down to his abs, kissing and licking each one reverently."God, abs are perfect, Sir," he whispered, his breath hot against Sam's skin. "Fuck, I love the taste of your sweat, Sir ," Ross murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “Especially knowing I’m the reason you’re all sweaty.” Ross giggled softly, then continued his oral cleaning, making sure to get every inch of Sam's taut, tanned skin. As he reached Sam's dick, Ross looked up at him adoringly. “My pussy feels so empty without this cock inside it…but I suppose my mouth was starting to get a little jealous.” Ross chuckled, then dove in, licking enthusiastically at every thick inch of Sam’s cock, moaning as the taste of fresh cum mingled with sweat.

Sam sighed happily as he laid back and let Ross get to work on worshipping him. He always loved the attention, especially when it was from subs he sincerely cared about. He moaned softly as Ross licked at his pecs, and then down to his abs. Sam closed his eyes, just letting Ross's words and actions just swim over him. "Well, you can have a kiss, or you can have a clone toy of my cock in your pussy right now," Sam teased, just as Ross began to lick at his cummy, sweat-covered cock.

Ross was feeling almost dizzy with everything that was happening; there he was, settled between Sam’s thighs, his face flush with sweat and remnants of Sam’s cum that didn’t make it down his throat; his hair was messy and he looked and felt thoroughly fucked - in the best possible way. Sam’s messy, still thick, spent cock resting against his face, his hands splayed across Sam’s abs - Ross was I truly no his personal heaven. Then, Sam gave him options. “Sir…” Ross moaned, thinking for a beat before making his choice. “I’m sure plenty of submissives would appreciate a dildo replicated of your cock..but as one of the lucky submissives who can enjoy the real thing relatively freely, I think I’m going to choose a kiss - after all, even a duplication doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing…” Ross grinned sweetly before pressing an affectionate kiss to the tip of Sam’s flush, spit-slicked cock.

Ross yelped and threw his ass back against Sam's palm, chasing another spanking if he could get one. A bashful, yet confident expression crossed his features as Sam raved about his pussy, his lashed fluttered and he let out a slutty little moan of appreciation. "Right now? it's your pussy, Sir...do whatever you want with it....and of course, if you think it could help your business, I'd be more than happy to pitch in where I can." Ross teased back, his little clit gushing needily under its tight cage. "Mmm, how could I forget? You're the man who unlocked my full potential...and while Román is the one I ultimately belong too, he...and everyone who knows me knows that I'd do anything to please you, Sir..." Ross breathed, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sam's. "Anything." He repeated, his bottom lips just grazing Sam's as he was bounced on Sam's thick, throbbing cock as if he were weightless - and, for a man as strong as Sam; Ross supposed that he pretty much was.

Sam grinned at Ross's teasing, and gave his ass a firm slap in response. "We both know you're not the one who gets to make decisions about who fucks this pussy," he laughed, as he pushed hard back into Ross's little hole. "I just helped you figure out who you really are, Ross, don't forget that," Sam said firmly, and laughed teasingly as their bottom lips just barely touched. He gripped Ross's hips tightly, knowing he was getting close and not feeling like he wanted to hold back. Sam had plans. "Fuck," he grunted, right into Ross's ear, as he thrust forward, hard, and came deep inside Ross's quivering little pussy.

Ross nodded his agreement, unable at this point to really respond coherently with the way Sam’s cock relentlessly hammered against his g-spot. If he weren’t so thoroughly trained, he would’ve came in his cage minutes ago - but even for someone at his level of submission, it was proving difficult to hold himself backs “Sir…oh, Sir - breed my pussy…please…want every…drop of your cum inside me…” Ross pleaded, his little hand gripping roughly at Sam’s big pecs and shoulders for support as the much larger man thrust all the way inside him, held him down at the bas e of his cock and emptied his load deep inside his pussy, which made Ross see stars - his little body quivering in Sam’s strong arms as he took the man’s load, his own, flushed face buried against Sam’s neck as he moaned his thanks for being given such a big load. “Oh, that was…so amazing, Sir - y-you’re so amazing.” Ross mumbled, dipping down to lick at the sweat glistening off Sam’s built chest.

Sam groaned happily as he came down from the high of his orgasm, and after a few moments, he let Ross move off of his cock, and let Ross bury his face against his neck. He was breathing a little heavily, as Ross began to lick at the sweat that was dripping down his chest. "Now, I'm guessing you want the chance to earn a kiss," Sam teased, as he moved to sit down, laying back a little. "You can start with licking my dick clean, and getting all this sweat off of me," he ordered, firmly.

Ross nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement as he was gently placed on the floor, left there shakily to watch as Sam sprawled out for his benefit “Oh, yes sir - thank you! This is a reward in itself!” With his orders given, Ross practically lunged forward and immediately began kissing and licking his way down Sam's chest, cleaning up every drop of sweat with his tongue. Ross worshipped Sam's pecs and abs, tracing the lines of his muscles with his lips and tongue. He moved to Sam's biceps, kissing and sucking on them gently as he cleaned them off. He let out loud moans along with lingering sloppy kisses, drooling all over Sam's chest as he worshipped his muscles while simultaneously mopping up the sweat with his tongue. “Mmmph, your body is so big and strong," Ross murmured, his voice muffled against Sam's skin."I love servicing you…making you feel like the king you are ."Ross continued his oral assault, making sure to cover every inch of Sam's chest in his spit. Once he'd thoroughly soaked Sam's pecs, Ross moved down to his abs, kissing and licking each one reverently."God, abs are perfect, Sir," he whispered, his breath hot against Sam's skin. "Fuck, I love the taste of your sweat, Sir ," Ross murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “Especially knowing I’m the reason you’re all sweaty.” Ross giggled softly, then continued his oral cleaning, making sure to get every inch of Sam's taut, tanned skin. As he reached Sam's dick, Ross looked up at him adoringly. “My pussy feels so empty without this cock inside it…but I suppose my mouth was starting to get a little jealous.” Ross chuckled, then dove in, licking enthusiastically at every thick inch of Sam’s cock, moaning as the taste of fresh cum mingled with sweat.

Ross yelped and threw his ass back against Sam's palm, chasing another spanking if he could get one. A bashful, yet confident expression crossed his features as Sam raved about his pussy, his lashed fluttered and he let out a slutty little moan of appreciation. "Right now? it's your pussy, Sir...do whatever you want with it....and of course, if you think it could help your business, I'd be more than happy to pitch in where I can." Ross teased back, his little clit gushing needily under its tight cage. "Mmm, how could I forget? You're the man who unlocked my full potential...and while Román is the one I ultimately belong too, he...and everyone who knows me knows that I'd do anything to please you, Sir..." Ross breathed, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sam's. "Anything." He repeated, his bottom lips just grazing Sam's as he was bounced on Sam's thick, throbbing cock as if he were weightless - and, for a man as strong as Sam; Ross supposed that he pretty much was.

Sam grinned at Ross's teasing, and gave his ass a firm slap in response. "We both know you're not the one who gets to make decisions about who fucks this pussy," he laughed, as he pushed hard back into Ross's little hole. "I just helped you figure out who you really are, Ross, don't forget that," Sam said firmly, and laughed teasingly as their bottom lips just barely touched. He gripped Ross's hips tightly, knowing he was getting close and not feeling like he wanted to hold back. Sam had plans. "Fuck," he grunted, right into Ross's ear, as he thrust forward, hard, and came deep inside Ross's quivering little pussy.

Ross nodded his agreement, unable at this point to really respond coherently with the way Sam’s cock relentlessly hammered against his g-spot. If he weren’t so thoroughly trained, he would’ve came in his cage minutes ago - but even for someone at his level of submission, it was proving difficult to hold himself backs “Sir…oh, Sir - breed my pussy…please…want every…drop of your cum inside me…” Ross pleaded, his little hand gripping roughly at Sam’s big pecs and shoulders for support as the much larger man thrust all the way inside him, held him down at the bas e of his cock and emptied his load deep inside his pussy, which made Ross see stars - his little body quivering in Sam’s strong arms as he took the man’s load, his own, flushed face buried against Sam’s neck as he moaned his thanks for being given such a big load. “Oh, that was…so amazing, Sir - y-you’re so amazing.” Ross mumbled, dipping down to lick at the sweat glistening off Sam’s built chest.

"God, this pussy," Sam grunted, and slapped Ross's ass, "I should talk to Román about selling it at the House," he smirked, knowing exactly how to play into the dynamic he knew Román and Ross had. He chuckled at Ross's eagerness, after he'd licked Ross's lips. "Oh, cutie, I'm not going to tell you that," he teased, "and I know you'll do anything. I'm the reason you're at this level of submission, remember?"

Ross yelped and threw his ass back against Sam's palm, chasing another spanking if he could get one. A bashful, yet confident expression crossed his features as Sam raved about his pussy, his lashed fluttered and he let out a slutty little moan of appreciation. "Right now? it's your pussy, Sir...do whatever you want with it....and of course, if you think it could help your business, I'd be more than happy to pitch in where I can." Ross teased back, his little clit gushing needily under its tight cage. "Mmm, how could I forget? You're the man who unlocked my full potential...and while Román is the one I ultimately belong too, he...and everyone who knows me knows that I'd do anything to please you, Sir..." Ross breathed, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sam's. "Anything." He repeated, his bottom lips just grazing Sam's as he was bounced on Sam's thick, throbbing cock as if he were weightless - and, for a man as strong as Sam; Ross supposed that he pretty much was.

Ross moaned softly as Sam drove into his hole, the man’s thick, massive cock filling him up perfectly. Ross couldn’t help the onslaught of involuntary whimpers and gasps that fell from his plush, parted lips with each powerful thrust Sam dealt. Ross’ small hands roamed over the blonde’s chiseled chest, reverently tracing the contours of his pecs and abs in complete awe. “God, you’re so big and strong, Sir…your body is just utter perfection.” Ross whimpered, hoping his dirty talk would only work to turn Sam on more. “Fuck, love feeling your body while you fuck me, Sir…it’s so…mmmf…hot.” Ross moaned, before he leaned in and started kissing and licking at Sam’s chest, savoring the taste of sweat and musk. He diverted to a nipple again, swirling his tongue around them as he continued to worship his chest with his soft hands. Ross blushed at the pet-name; loving it more than he cared to admit as his petite frame bounced wildly in response to Sam’s brutal fucking. Ross wrapped his arms tightly around Sam’s neck, holding on for dear life as the thrusts picked up on pace; all the while, Ross’ mouth was flush to the pumped shelf of Sam’s pecs, his tongue leaving trails of spit and drool across his tanned, perfect skin. “Oh, please don’t stop fucking my pussy, Sir! Make me your personal little muscle slut!” Ross rambled mindlessly, kissing his way up from Sam’s chest along his neck and then finally, hovering desperately over Sam’s plush lips, wanting so, so badly to close the distance between them and kiss Sam deeply - but he stilled, waiting with bated breath for Sam to make the first move.

"When have I ever stopped fucking this pussy one second before I wanted to?" Sam grinned as Ross's horny, mindless ramblings filled the room. His grin only grew as Ross paused his kisses right at Sam's lips, clearly waiting for permission, but Sam knew what Román had said to him about kissing. Ross loved it, but if Sam was going to be allowed to do it, he had to make Ross work for it. Teasingly, Sam leaned in and then licked over Ross's lips, before shaking his head playfully. "Román was very clear about what it takes to let you have kisses with me, cutie," he chuckled.

Ross blushed brightly, ducking his head slightly and batting his lashes. “N-Never, Sir.” He replied in a shuttering stammer, his voice shaking as he was continuously tucked within an inch of his life. Leaning in, getting dangerously close to those sexy lips, he began to purse his own as Sam leaned in too, only to feel the wet heat of Sam’s tongue across his mouth, making Ross moan - while it wasn’t exactly what he wanted, it still was hot enough to make his tiny cock gush pathetically in his cage. “Sir…” he practically sobbed, his hands dipping down to dig into the skin canvassing Sam’s beefy pecs. “A-And…what did he say it takes? I’ll do anything, Sir. Anything.”

Sam grinned as Ross so eagerly worshipped him, while managing to move and keep Sam's cock buried inside him. He moved a hand to grip Ross's hair, pushing deeper into Ross as the submissive clenched around his cock. "You love those muscles, don't you, pretty slut?" He groaned out as Ross's teeth grazed against his nipple, but unlike Román, he didn't give in to that pleasure and fucked Ross a little harder in response.

Ross groaned loudly against Sam’s bulging pecs as his hair was gripped, his face pressed in even more firmly against the Dominant’s chest as spoke, fucking him even harder as Ross made a point to suck and nip at Sam’s nipple before moaning openly, his mouth panting desperately against the hard swell of muscle. “Love them, Sir…oh, you have no idea, I can’t even t-think straight when you take your shirt off, let alone…this…” Ross whimpered, clenching his hole around the thick girth of Sam’s cock as he hammered up into him without a trace of mercy. “Do you…mmm…like being fawned over like this? I…I wouldn’t want to be doing something that’s only for my benefit.” Ross managed between heavy hours ants and moans as he buried his flushed little face between Sam’s flexed pecs, clearly having the time of his little life.

Sam laughed happily as Ross whimpered after gushing over his bare chest. "I love it, cutie, don't you worry about that," Sam grinned, content to fuck Ross mercilessly while giving him the kind of cute pet name he was sure wasn't part of his and Román's dynamic. "You just worry about being a good boy, and I'll worry about which reward to give you after you make me cum," Sam teased, as he drove harder into Ross's eager little ass.

Ross moaned softly as Sam drove into his hole, the man’s thick, massive cock filling him up perfectly. Ross couldn’t help the onslaught of involuntary whimpers and gasps that fell from his plush, parted lips with each powerful thrust Sam dealt. Ross’ small hands roamed over the blonde’s chiseled chest, reverently tracing the contours of his pecs and abs in complete awe. “God, you’re so big and strong, Sir…your body is just utter perfection.” Ross whimpered, hoping his dirty talk would only work to turn Sam on more. “Fuck, love feeling your body while you fuck me, Sir…it’s so…mmmf…hot.” Ross moaned, before he leaned in and started kissing and licking at Sam’s chest, savoring the taste of sweat and musk. He diverted to a nipple again, swirling his tongue around them as he continued to worship his chest with his soft hands. Ross blushed at the pet-name; loving it more than he cared to admit as his petite frame bounced wildly in response to Sam’s brutal fucking. Ross wrapped his arms tightly around Sam’s neck, holding on for dear life as the thrusts picked up on pace; all the while, Ross’ mouth was flush to the pumped shelf of Sam’s pecs, his tongue leaving trails of spit and drool across his tanned, perfect skin. “Oh, please don’t stop fucking my pussy, Sir! Make me your personal little muscle slut!” Ross rambled mindlessly, kissing his way up from Sam’s chest along his neck and then finally, hovering desperately over Sam’s plush lips, wanting so, so badly to close the distance between them and kiss Sam deeply - but he stilled, waiting with bated breath for Sam to make the first move.

Ross was fucked. Blissfully so. But all the exhaustion in the world couldn't keep him from perking right back up when he saw Parker St. James sauntering into the room. He was, by far, one of his favorite Doms to submit too, and he's leaking cock gushed reactively in his cage to prove it. "Sir! Hello!" Ross chirped weakly, big, doe-eyes wavering as he watched Parker close in on him, dropping his pants to showcase that heavy, thick cock for Ross' benefit. "Mmm, the hungriest, Sir...especially, especially for men like you." His breath hitched as Parker's hand claimed purchase at the column of his throat, then smacked his flushed face for good measure. "I think I was...perhaps even more-so than to perform...although, this is a sort of performance in its own right, isn't it?" Ross asked, preening forward with parted lips. "I'd love it if you'd use me so hard that we'd have to send that long line away, leaving me for you, and you alone, Sir...if you think you're up to task. Tiring me out thoroughly is a tall order, after all..." Ross teased sheepishly, leaning in so that their lips were mere centimeters from each other.

M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2.

Sam grinned as Ross so eagerly worshipped him, while managing to move and keep Sam's cock buried inside him. He moved a hand to grip Ross's hair, pushing deeper into Ross as the submissive clenched around his cock. "You love those muscles, don't you, pretty slut?" He groaned out as Ross's teeth grazed against his nipple, but unlike Román, he didn't give in to that pleasure and fucked Ross a little harder in response.

Ross groaned loudly against Sam’s bulging pecs as his hair was gripped, his face pressed in even more firmly against the Dominant’s chest as spoke, fucking him even harder as Ross made a point to suck and nip at Sam’s nipple before moaning openly, his mouth panting desperately against the hard swell of muscle. “Love them, Sir…oh, you have no idea, I can’t even t-think straight when you take your shirt off, let alone…this…” Ross whimpered, clenching his hole around the thick girth of Sam’s cock as he hammered up into him without a trace of mercy. “Do you…mmm…like being fawned over like this? I…I wouldn’t want to be doing something that’s only for my benefit.” Ross managed between heavy hours ants and moans as he buried his flushed little face between Sam’s flexed pecs, clearly having the time of his little life.

75 (Ross)

Ross moaned loudly as Sam filled him up, his small body trembling with pleasure. "Oh Sir, yes! I'm a good boy - s-such a good boy for you." He pushed his hips back, taking Sam's cock even deeper inside him. Ross's eyes fluttered shut as he savored the sensation, his voice trembling with need. Ross's breath hitched as he watched Sam's muscles ripple and flex, fully moaning when Sam flexed cockily behind him. His hole clenching tightly around Sam's thick shaft at the sight, alone. "Oh god, Sir… your muscles are so...s-so sexy. They make me feel so small and weak compared to you." His gaze dropped to Sam's sweat-glistened pecs and moaned again, "I get so wet just thinking about how easily you could toss me around like I'm nothing."

Sam chuckled as he eased into Ross again and again, fucking the eager submissive into his bed. "My muscles are sexy, huh?" he teased, as he posed again to show off those muscles. "I mean, I guess I could stop fucking you so you could kiss my muscles," he said, pausing when he was halfway buried inside Ross, and pretending to consider his options.

Ross bit his lip, his eyes wide and pleading as looked over his shoulder up at Sam, moaning again as the Dominant flexed for his benefit. “Oh, fuck, Sir…your muscles are so…s-so hot, sexy doesn’t even being to cover it.” Ross whimpered, “I’d kiss and lick them all night long if you’d let me, Sir…” He smirked slightly, “and who says you have to stop fucking me for that to happen?” Ross eagerly spun around, keeping Sam’s thick cock buried deep inside his little hole before sitting up, and scooting forward so that his legs hooked around Sam’s tapered waist and he was able to wrap his arms around Sam’s neck. He leaned up, clenching his hole around Sam’s cock as he kissed the much larger man, then ducked down to kiss and lick at the swell of Sam’s muscled pecs. His tongue trailed hungrily over those pecs, savoring the taste of sweat and sheer musk. “God, your muscles are so hard, Sir…love feeling them under my tongue..” he moaned, his voice muffled against Sam’s taut, tan skin. He veered to side, sucking a nipple between his lips, his teeth teasingly grazing the sensitive bud, just like he did so often with Roman. “Mmm, fuck me hard while I worship your body, Sir - use me like your personal muscle slut, please.”

Heh. No wonder people like the Evans house so much if the entire general public is grateful for the Evans Family dick.

Well, it was a successful gamble, Sir. There's nothing I love more than a big, strong man treating my like a slutty little girl. I absolutely enjoy objectification, and degradation - of virtually all varieties. It'd be heaven to be used by you until you're completely satisfied...and yes, I'm very much into spitting. I'm picturing you acting like you're about to kiss me, nice and deep with tongue, only to grab my hair, yank me back and spit in my open mouth, then again on your chest only to drag me up by the hair and make me lick it off you.