#cntboy warning

Waiting it out wasn’t hard at all—not if Zach knew what prize was waiting for him... and especially not when he had come to know of Kevin’s habits. That the moment he got into the other’s room, it was practically as good as a win; with Kevin deep in his sleep and with the sheets kicked in, even his last line of defense was already out—and all that was left is nothing but the promise of that warm sweetness that Zach didn’t waste his time to reach. “—aw what do we got here, Kev?” he mused, voice low that was almost a growl… not like he can help it. The moment his fingers pressed against those fat lips, they almost had a mine of their own; rubbing at it in slow circles as he felt his own heat course through him. What can he say, Kevin is really just one ripe bitch—and he’s not one to waste chances.

Pain thrummed somewhere inside the cop’s skull, but nonetheless, what grasp of consciousness that his eyes had caught onto with the blur of the surroundings around him, a heavy grunt came from his massive muscle breasts that threatened to have his uniform burst open—if it wasn’t for that tightness. On his arms too. Wrists. Tug. Realization came quick, though not as quick as his body’s recover that Aidan growled in fading pain as his entire body flexed into greater massiveness—still no match with how he was tightly bound. Blinking on, the hunky cop could only seethe as he looked around the empty warehouse, flood of memories flushing in with each swell of his breath. The dealer. Fucking hot pursuit. Yeah. He fucking chased him down there only to feel that blunt force knock him out cold. Shit.

“I know you’re out here!” Aidan finally cried out as he steeled himself—more so since he’s still breathing. Only sick fucks spare cops—especially with the advantage that the other had when he struck him down. “—the fuck do you want!?”

Something’s wrong. Vanguard could feel it; through his veins, under his skin—that with each breath that he took, there was a bloom of heat inside him that had the bared heft of his muscle breasts to feel all the tighter. No. It’s him. His whole body. He felt tight. And it didn’t help that the woodland terrain was making his pecs jostle with each step—to have his tight thong ride deeper within the juicy globes of his ass… though more so right in between his thighs where another step had him heave a ragged sigh that finally hand him reach for a tree branch. It wasn’t an itch perse; but the more he breathed in, the more he felt tight as the tingle crept on more along his skin—within his core. Lower. Lower. No. Shit. Aidan steeled himself. To think that he had fought and wrestled with some eldritch goon was proof enough—that while the forest remained quiet and dark, he knew that he had come to the right place to investigate—but unbeknownst to him, there was another proof, one maligned and perverted… and he was succumbing deeper into it even from the get go.

The more he breathed, the more he took in the fine pollen that was causing the unwarranted heat---but what was worse was his previous triumph; it was actually a well-placed set up. How the eldritch beasts practically belched its drool onto him as Vanguard pried open its maw to finally put its attack into a full stop was an easy way for its true essence to seep into bare skin—more so, drench into the fabric of his thong that stretched so tightly against his pussy; that the whole time, his pussy was practically been soaking in aphrodisiac and he doesn’t even know it. Vanguard was just too focused on his damn hunt. After all, the villain has to be stopped.

     kevin hadn’t had someone this big inside him for a long time. he could feel himself being split apart by the other’s fat cock, unable to hold back the whining that formed in the back of his throat every time the other moved. “a-ah… doesn’t help your dick’s the size of a fucking skyscraper…” he chuckled.

“See—feels so nice right?” Dante growled as his muscles flexed to fight his own self—to just keep it slow and really make Kevin feel that cock inside him. Fucking challenge really—especially when Kevin feels so soft and wet around his heavy girth. But yes, with a grunt, he eased a bit, a languid rut that slid against bare walls just like Dante planned. He had always wanted to breed his brother-in-law… beefy All-American stud… and now that he got him drunk enough and hazy enough, he knew that this was his pace to keep. “…relax, dude… don’t worry about anything… just feel that nice bare cock in you—I’ll make sure to pull out… just enjoy…”

“N-no stop it.” Zane said sounding so unlike his usual loud and boisterous self as his chest was grasped by one hand while the other sped down south to forbidden territory. His eyes widened a the others words. he knew his darkest secret, his greatest weakness. He felt himself turn red flush with shame and humiliation and prepared to throw the other off with all the strength of his massive form when the lips of his nethers were caressed and all that happened was a high pitched cry of pleasure came from the mouth of the large man. Shame and humiliation consuming him as his knees trembled.

Now that was just sweet; how Zane growled on to defy only to feel the heft of his muscles shift and arc into a tense as the tease forced out a sound from him that was far from denial—and it was enough to have Liam go on, to have his fingers rub on more and force the fabric of his clothes alleviate the unwelcome sensations that had now caught the jock’s sweet cunt. “Y’sure? Seems like your cunt’s saying otherwise, big boy…” he taunted on, as if reminding the other on how his muscles were practically useless now that he got him by his weak spot—one that he was trying to gain better access at as he was trying to hike his shorts up with his rubs, tugging it up to further exposed the frat boy’s inner thigh.

“------h-haahh—gh—“ the gasp was harsh from Kai’s lips, though nonetheless soft. Exhausted. Breathless. And even more so as the sensations that had been torturing all day had continued on once again as Kai practically collapsed against the wall along the dark hallway; muscled pecs heaving against the strain of his shirt, fingers trembling against the what grasp he could have along the walls------all while the device lodged deep in his now tingling cunt continued on with its claiming hum, commanding the plump lips to clench on as his body shuddered and swelled under his skin tight apparel. Somewhere in there could’ve been a curse, really—some indignant rage against a colleague that decided that it was just good fun to toy with him like that. To have his sheer might put into utter uselessness as the day-long torture within his pussy had kept all to helpless; both in pleasure and in need. That as shame remained in close permanency as the squeezing of is thighs further reminded him of how much his pussy had leaked already, even squelching so vulgarly into the silence of the late night corridor, Kai could only clench his fists for some semblance of composure—of course one that was short-lived as another step was just another shift of the toy in him that he was almost sure that his pussy is going to burst into shameless squirting. Brian. Fuck him, really.

------and yet there he was, knocking at his door as his other hand grasping at the doorway to keep him up and standing as his knees were already close to numbing out.

That was it. Kyle had lost any control he had, even the part where he forgot that a few certain people had a key to his place, and that he was expecting them. Kyle didn’t care at this point anymore. He ripped his clothes off, standing hard and naked in front of the mirrored wall, cock at attention. It practically throbbed even without any stimulation. Kyle simply grabbed and began flexing, when he heard a door open and shut. His instincts would have kicked in and hid, but instead he merely sat down on one of the benches and only lightly stroked his cock, waiting for Dante to come in. As soon as the man with a cunt came in, a secret he discovered after touching him once, Kyle turned to the door.

“The fuck man—” Dante veered back the moment he realized what he had walked into. He should’ve known that Kyle was that shameless, more so since the guy owned the place—or maybe he was bolder with his taunts since he got to know what had Dante opting for showers right in the privacy of his own home. Now Kyle’s just splayed there with his big fat juicy dick in its full mast acting like he’s gonna bend over and let the other have his way between his legs again. And with how the man’s eyes seemed glazed with lust just like how the sweat made his body glisten, Dante knew that he had to turn around before Kyle manages to catch him again.

“—maybe next time, put a tie on the door,” he grumbled then, turning heel so he could head out.

     “w-what the hell do you think you’re doin’…?” okay, so maybe tony had had a bit too much to drink again, and he was left vulnerable on his bed– but in his mind, that didn’t mean the other could do whatever he wanted to him. tony could feel himself leaking, a quiet mewl leaving his lips as the other’s tongue brushed against his wet pussy, a shudder going through his body. “f-fuck, stop that… stop that right now.” he struggled.

With Tony weak and tired—more so with his thick muscle thighs already forced apart and kept him so fully exposed enough to have himself be teased, it was just too good to pass up. That while Tony growled and grunted, his beefy brawn struggling against someone with a better hold of himself—Dante merely leaned on and further indulged himself with the sweet taste of Tony’s cunt now teased enough to weaken him more. “Just enjoy, big boy—I know I am,” he chuckled, licking on; even jabbing enough to reach the more tender lips within. “You’re one juicy stud.”