Akron!

That arm... that face... that smile... *swoon*.

Yeah... he caught you staring. It was hard not to, with the way his tight shirt was stretched across those huge muscles. And judging by that expression, he has the perfect idea of how to make you pay.

I wish I could experience worshiping a man like this... body thick with muscles, oozing with masculinity, strong enough to take what he wants.

One of my unreasonable fantasies is to be a locker room boy - confined to a bench and made to service a team of muscle jock alphas. Sucking dick, getting fucked, and also eating out their sweaty jock asses... used for their pleasure.

My god... this is muscle alpha perfection. His dominant stance, even the way he holds the camera. This is a man who takes what he wants from boys like me, and I couldn’t be more eager to please.

God I want to be on my knees, giving every inch of that body the worship it deserves, feeling his immensely powerful arms on each side of my head, pushing lower and lower...

That feeling of helplessness... the total lack of control... the force of a stronger man's arms pulling my throat onto his monster cock. God I want to experience that so bad.

The muscle jock caught me staring one too many times, and finally decided enough was enough. If I was going to act like a bitch in heat, he was going to treat me like a bitch in heat. His bitch.

The teen alpha shook his massive cock as he smirked down at me. "You ready to take this? Because once you do, you're mine. My personal little fuck toy. No turning back." My only response was to stretch my mouth open and lean forward.