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perhaps he grew too accustomed to life in the slammer. rus saw a big, plump, fuzzy peach and quite honestly couldn’t help himself. he’s 100% straight, but in lock up one has to lower their standards to get off. dark cell with a fat ass is the perfect recipe, and with how hard he fucks it’s easy to get whatever unlucky bastard he turned out squealing like a chick. old habits die hard, which is why he went for blaze before he even knew what he was doing. and rus liked what felt up, actually got a little chub from feeling plump man ass. unfortunately his vision exploded with pain from getting his face head-butted in and he keeled over soon after thanks to the punch. he’s a groaning, bloody mess when he’s thrown to the ground and used like a urinal. no matter how much he shakes his head against hte pressure of the boot on his throat or spits the piss away, he can’t seem to keep it all from hitting his tongue. disgusting. he’s no fairy, and if this oversized cumdump thinks he can get the better of big dog rus, then he has another things coming. “oh i thought you’d want to kick your boys out. hate for them to see their boss faggasm all over my dick when i’m balls deep,” he chokes out, twisting his hands around blaze’s ankle. “no need to act like you didn’t want it. i see you.”

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he’s always been a bit of a quick switch to turn on, so even with the mild shock of being grabbed and stroked jason’s growth is expected. he braces a hand on conner’s thick bicep, chuckling through his unsteady breaths while his cock stiffens to full mast. “yeah i always kinda suspected both of them are shit lays thanks to shimpy meat. especially when compared to me. i’m the man,” he says cockily. “but geez man, you’re gonna give me a complex. especially spouting that i’m big when you’re working with a monster.” yeah, seeing conner up close and growing ever harder is intimidating, but jason realizes now that none of the other titans are willing to step up to accommodate conner’s situation. he steels his nerves and goes for something even steelier, double-handing conner’s lenght with a nervous hesitation but stroking him all the same. it’s a bit awkward once he makes eye contact but he’s decided this is what must be done. “look, i wasn’t lying before. most people couldn’t handle bonding with you. hank is the expectation, not the exception. but maybe i could ... teach you some things to do with me while we wrestle to make it easier. alright? just...” god, how was he supposed to explain this? he chuckles a bit as he pushes conner’s hand away from tugging on him, glancing once more at his cute blushing face before squatting down. “here. use your mouth and hands to really turn me on. like this--” jason opens his mouth wide and slowly leans forward until he feels the thick monster threatening to breach his throat. only then does he wrap his lips around the shaft and pull back while sucking, one hand pumping the base, the other tugging on his balls. he only does this for a short while before he spins conner around by his hips. “then, you want to get my hole ready. use your tongue and fingers, like this--” those muscular super cheeks are gripped and spread apart, exposing conner’s virgin pucker which jason is eager to taste. he starts slow, licking circles around the sphincter but the moment his tongue slips inside, jason starts to feast, moaning as he does, so deep that he has to gasp for breath when pulls away and stands. more comfortable with the nudity now, he doesn’t mind letting his hands trail over conner’s body as he prowls back to the front, letting them slide up his bulky chest and neck. “bonding in real life is different than in the vids you saw. it’s all about ... feeling good. do you feel good?” he asks before leaning in for a kiss so conner can taste how sweet he is.

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he hates this. he hates how he yearns for more from warren, how he can’t deny some of the things he says, how even now in the midst of the spite and hatred he feels all he can think about is how irritating that itch in the depths of his hole is. in a place jojo didn’t know could be touched before warren. leave? they both know the only reason warren says he can go is because he won’t. “does it really bring you that much joy to to try and break me all the time?” he questions with an accusatory tone. “fuck you, you’re just a spoiled bastard. i really fucking hate you.” despite his words, jojo’s hands glide gently over warren’s shoulders as he draws nearer. yeah, jojo might work out more but the other definitely is strong, that much can be learned with a simple touch. or a few hours being pinned a drilled, jojo’s personal favorite way to gauge warren’s strength. pressed up in between his thighs, he decides to do what warren wasn’t man enough to and pull the other in for a kiss. if that isn’t enough to express his desire he doesn’t know what will be. “stop being a buzzkill or i will leave,” he says, completely flushed after this forced forwardness. 

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dexter grumbles as he sluggishly drags himself upright on the sofa. “i know i know, just get off my case alright? do you know how tough the job market is these days?” all he needed was a little time to destress from his life imploding. even though he’s biting the hand that’s feeding him so to speak, dexter can’t help but lash out at his old pal, a mixture of irritated and embarrassed by his circumstances. though, his display of irritation is nothing compared to the shock he expresses at jace’s little proposition. he knows he’s a sloppy wreck but geez does he really seem so desperate that he’d agree to do anything with the hole buster jace just flopped out? “you can’t be serious! ain’t no way we arranging anything with your dick out. there’s gotta be something else. you told me the couch was mine!” dex finds jace’s trouser snake intimidatingly large. he’s made up his mind, that thing isn’t going anywhere near his holes. jace will just have to accept some other form of payment. 

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bryson gets it now, he totally gets why chole’s been so irritable lately. getting dicked down daily by romeo then having to downgrade him? not to knock his own equipment, but even bryson is man enough to admit that his junk is is garbage compared to romeo’s godcock. and he has proof, throwing his meaty ass back thrust for thrust, bellowing like an animal as the other guy punches the depths of his guts. it’s heaven like he’s never experienced, and it’s sooo good that even he can’t help the girly whine he emits when romeo pulls out. “i can do better, so much better,” he assures, letting that heavy dick hot dog his red cheeks. he croons annd rocks his hips, desperate to do anything that’ll return the pleasure to his gaping hole. he’s not really sure how he ended up in this position, but all he wants now is to keep getting filled until his hole is nothing but a battered cumdump for his girlfriend’s ex. “i can keep coming back until i prove it. that’s what chloe wants anyway. for me to do whatever it takes to get her stuff back...” bryson looks over his shoulder, arches his back more, spreads his knees, whatever he can to entice romeo to keep on fucking him. “so if i can’t do it today, it’s no biggie. military men do not give up.” his body shudders as his turned out hole gets rubbed by romeo’s cock head. “please keep fucking me, just like you used to her.”

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erlich knows he’s taking a huge risk by doing what he’s doing. he knows that he’s risking everything he’s gained since coming under the covington’s employ, but nothing ventured nothing gained. at it seems that the receptive young heir is helping erlich gain a new lot in life. all he can do is hope that this new job task helps in someway to make him more favorable to warren than beau is. 

with a gentle nod he shifts in the limo, falling to his knees between warren’s legs and taking his mighty meat in hand. the invitation, though nonverbal, is clear and after a few quick pumps to help spring his already growing cock to life, erlich leans forward to suckle on the head. he’s never done it before, but he finds that as the taste washes over his tongue, he simply craves more. erlich begins his decent down the shaft, doing what he can to take more and more of warren’s amazing dick into his throat, looking up at his boss for any sign of approval. he knows in this blueballed state, warren would be relentless with any reprimand but the small bit of praise he receives is at least enough to keep him going.

beau, however, can’t help but scoff at how pathetic erlich looks in that moment. not for exposing himself as a cocksucker to a boy practically half his age, but for being so damn bad at it. even he can tell from where he sits what a shit blowjob warren must be suffering. “sir, if i’ve ever done or said anything to imply that i don’t love my job, i sincerely apologize,” beau says cooly as he slides across the seat next to warren. one of his beefy arms gets draped across the leather, his massive frame pressing right up against his boss’s body. his other hand goes right to the back of erlich’s skull so he can give the blonde a helping hand, violently forcing his nose into warren’s pubes. “i assure you, i’m satisfied right where i am,” he says into warren’s neck, kissing him there and along his jawline, smirking at the feeling of erlich struggling and the sounds of his retching. beau keeps the other bodyguard there for a while so he can trail kisses down warren’s exposed torso, finally letting him up only when he damn well feels like it.

“if anyone is going to be a big help to you, it’s me,” beau says confidently over the sounds of erlich coughing and gasping. he keeps his eyes on warren as he slowly accepts the hardened, wet length all the way into his throat without gagging, only wrapping his lips around the thick base to suck once he reaches it. beau’s clearly had more skill, able to work his throat up and down without stopping in a way erlich couldn’t, but he’s not about to be out done. while beau sluts himself out on warren’s dick, a teary-eyed erlich eagerly dives into his balls, slobbing over the young man’s sac like there’s no tomorrow. 

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“i don’t know. sweaty, naked wrestling sounds hot. may even let you get away with it if you catch it all on film...” with the way ryder teases and looks at chuck, the way he’s so comfortable around his boyfriend, with the way he definitely wants to hump right now despite that powerful post-practice funk ... they’ve not fucked. sure, they’ve run around the bases a little bit (the hike in question a prime example) but a home run? up until that day it’s been out of the question. “some fun, huh? you haven’t worn yourself out yet stud?” ryder quips, giving his boyfriend’s crotch a soft smack. that right there is exactly why, well that and ryder’s simple observations. he’s been around the morgan house enough to hear the cries and screams through the walls. he’s seen the bowlegged sluts hobbling through the front door with cum practically squirting down their legs. going all the way with a morgan is no simple feat, and that fact alone’s been the source of ryder’s hesitation. but chuck looks so cute when he’s nervous, and after the day he’s had and the lust chuck has managed to ignite, ryder feels like he shouldn’t pass this chance up. “i’ll tell you what,” he says after a moment of playing with chuck’s sweat-damp hair. “i’ll drive, and if you do a good job of getting me worked up on the way to your house, we’ll hop in the shower together and see what happens.” with a finaly squeeze of his boyfriend’s hand and a playful smirk, ryder turns and walks hurridley off, spinning his key ring on his index finger. “you’re allowed to start now, by the way. if you’re not too distracted watching me walk away...”

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billy feels warm and hazy, not to mention all of liam’s casually touching plus the tone of their conversation are quickly turning the innocent boy on. “if i took you up on your offer i might have to worry about kids!” he quips, laughing uninhibitedly. “but it’s fine, i’m not really allowed to do ... that kind of stuff, even by myself. wouldn’t even know where to begin.” and it’s true. he knows what sex and masturbation are, he’s just never tried. despite this, his legs spread too, a clear indicator that his virginal existence isn’t compelling him to move liam’s hand from the inside of his thigh. billy, being new to weed, quickly succumbs to its effects and he spaces out for a moment, looking around the trailer in awe. “so ... you do that kind of stuff around here often? like ... even on his bed?” clearly the idea is sticking with billy, and clearly he’s imagining what that might look like. whatever fantasies he’s concocting are quick to make him chub up. with his legs all open as they are, all billy can do his grab his bulge and readjust for his comfort, but the contact makes him groan gently, even bite his lip some. “how many people have you done it with?”

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carter is a big dog. the top dog. that’s the paradigm he’s functioned under through high school and college. why would he think that the work force after school would be any different? being his true, natural, alpha self had him drowning in pussy juice and possessing the ire of every beta-cuck who wished they were man enough to be him. it should be a privilege to merely be in his presence and even more so for him to to actually recount his tales of alphadom to the pitiful masses. 

so then why? why after a day of trying to help these soyboys (a name he threw at charlie and david while stretching the corners of his eyes) would they have the gumption to do this to him? strip him down, cuff him up ... it’s not fair, and the longer it goes on the angrier carter gets. like a beast, he rages against the binds that hold him however between the two men about to have a field day with his body, all his struggles do nothing to prevent him from being bent over a desk like a bitch and degraded like a bitch. 

“keep your puny fucking dick away from me!” carter roars after the first spank. “get your hands off of me! you wanna die today motherfuckers? how ‘bout you take these fucking handcuffs off then see how tough you both are. you two dickless cucks are too scared to take me on like men so you have to resort to cheap tricks, huh? i’d fuck both of you up if i got the chance, let’s go!” he screams, bucking against the desk but with the way david and charlie have him pinned carter isn’t going anywhere. 

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between his lingering orgasm and ryder’s praise, jayne is in heaven. his body still trembles and shakes with pleasure even as the last of his load drips out of his dick. he’s so hard and sensitive, but clearly ryder’s not done with him yet. at least jayne won’t let the other be until he’s stuffing jayne’s ass for the first time. hims limbs are still tingling when ryder lays him out on his back. this view has got to be jayne’s favorite. ryder’s firm, muscled body hovering over his, those magic hands still working him over good ... it should be of no surprise that jayne begins to selfishly rub over every inch of the other’s body he can reach. it’s a form of praise, one that turns him on and gets him to start thrusting rhythmically into ryder’s hand even without being prompted. cum may be sliding all over his abdomen, but there’s no way his cock could soften with this view. “teach me how a real stud fucks ... please?” jayne pants, face alive with delight while his fingers traverse ryder’s fur-covered torso. across his chest, down his washboard abs, and all the way back up to tweak his nipples without stilling his hips for a moment. jayne’s eyelids flutter from the pleasure of rubbing his dick between ryder’s veiny one and his firm grasp. he’s in complete ecstasy, unable to silence himself at all. the boom mikes can pick up all wet cock-sloshing and slutty proclamations with ease. “i’m a man now, i can take it hard like one,” jayne assures, nodding wildly as his thrusts get harder and harder like he’s hoping ryder will be with him. “all night long if that’s what it takes to stay warm, right?”  

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soren is practically frothing at the mouth, fiending for a taste and hunter just offers? it’s too good to be true yet that’s the situation he finds himself in. the glorious dick and balls in his grasp are massive beyond compare, way larger than his. as much as it pains him to say he’s not the superior man between the two of them, and with the gas messing with soren’s head paying tribute is something he absolutely has to do even if he’s positive his holes might break from the effort. “hey, who the hell do you think i am? you may have a godcock i’m dying to get inside of me but you better watch your mouth with that shit,” soren growls, obviously taking offense to some of hunters words, still stroking him off. “i don’t fuck around with boys. only a man can hold me down.” and hunter’s a man for sure. soren inhales through his parted lips during his descent to his knees, mouth ghosting over hunter’s hairy bod taking in his natural musk. it gets soren hard as steel too, cockhead dripping precum already despite how all his attention is on hunter’s. he’s already groaning, and after a few whiffs of hunter’s bush and a little slapping of the stiff meat on his tongue, his mouth slowly envelopes the other, pleasured noises quickly turning into choking sounds the further he goes.  

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crowe’s had it with this cocky upstart. his disrespectful attitude, his bullshit entitlement, and worst of all his demeaning of coach bruno all push crowe to snap. “fine, then get out of here! this is the best school and you’re treating this whole thing like a joke. we don’t need you and we don’t want you, right coach?” crowe rages, ready to attack henry and teach him a lesson. bruno is huge, crowe even bigger. alone they’d probably each be able to take henry without much hassle, together they could pound the asswipe into the ground and make it so he’s too busted up to have an upcoming season at all. but while he spins around to bruno expecting his coach to back him up, what he actually sees is beyond his understanding.

bruno doesn’t seem to regard crowe’s outburst in the slightest. in fact, his measured expression is focus entirely on henry’s departing visage. “ok wait. mr. wilde wait!” he exclaims before henry gets a chance to leave. “i have it on good authority that collins is nothing but a limp-dicked cuck. not only will he fail to coach you well, his players run a train on his and his wife’s ass regularly. if sticking your dick in your upperclassmen’s loose sloppy seconds as consolation for a losing season is your idea of a good time, then by all means walk out that door.” bruno pauses as he rises from his desk, contract in hand. “my idea of fun is a little different. using crowe’s forehead as a desk while he’s deepthroating you to sign the contract sounds more fun, yeah? imagine how humiliating that story would be for him if the other players found out how exactly a freshman managed to make captain.” it was something a little extra bruno thought might sweeten the deal. crowe, still in disbelief, can only stare dumbfounded and watch this interaction take place. bruno, paying him no mind, walks right up to the smallest man in the room, pushes the papers into his chest, and boldly grips henry’s length over his pants, admittedly impressed at what he feels. “sign, then we can talk about what i’ll let you do to my ass. i’m twice the man collins is, and i’ll go twice as far to get you on my team.”

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“chuck, come in here my boy.” his boy, frankly what regis considers chuck to be at this point. beckoning the stud into his office using said title has become common practice, something the rest of the team has come to expect it without suspecting any foul play. and why would they? chuck is the team’s star player after all, so it’s perfectly natural for a coach to want to give him more one-on-one time than other players. there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way regis stares at chuck’s near-naked body, or the way his gaze lingers on the bulging pouch between his thighs, or the way he licks his lips as he takes it all in ... absolutely nothing wrong at all. 

“with the way you fellas have been playing lately, i’m not the slightest bit concerned. the stallions are quite the team.” for all intents and purposes, regis has been completely appropriate in his manner regarding the young student. up until now that is. “but honestly, that’s because the team has a real stallion leading them to victory week after week, isn’t that right my boy?” he grins, slapping chuck’s thigh playfully with the back of his hand. “you’re quite the talent chuck, and i mean that. you’re good enough to get scholarships, maybe even go pro one day. in fact, i think it’s due time we take you to the next level. i think i can help you up your game even more. you interested?” taking a seat across from chuck puts regis in an excellent position. he can lean forward, set his hands on chuck’s knees, and slide them up ever so slightly to feel the curves at the base of his quads. it takes all his will power to not groan in delight right there. “whaddya say? you ready to start your super secret special training with coach? you’ll start to surprise yourself with how good you become, i promise...”

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it takes every ounce of pierce’s resolve to not cast even a sideways glance at lachlan, who he can only assume is giving the bullshit report travis should’ve given. despite his what he previously said, pierce really does wish travis had lied if the truth is that bad. gabriel vidal? even someone with pierce’s convictions would hesitate before doing anything that might make an enemy of the crimelord, thus the lack of recording anything that travis recounts. in fact, pierce is frozen, his wide-eyed expression the only indicator that he's cognizant. "what the hell are you talking about?” he finally says, taking out his notepad to write down his report. “it sounds like lachlan defended you from an assailant who attacked you unprovoked for reasons unknown. you didn’t tell me anything else.” fear has taken root in his heart, which causes him to lie. it’s a lie his stern gaze pleads with travis to accept. pierce knows, he knows the gravity of reneging on his convictions and what it will mean for both of their psyche’s, but travis’s life is on the line and a black mark on the soul is just a small price to pay to protect him. pierce’s only regret is that he has to force the other down this path when the guilt seems to already be getting to him. “that is correct, isn’t it officer? a beat cop like you has nothing to do with organized crime, so i didn’t hear a damn thing from you about nonsense you know nothing about.” his voice, low and commanding, delivers the command just as his partner and lachlan walk up. “pretty open and shut case it seems. sounds like officer valentine is a real hero. officer taylor thinks so at least.” pierce is careful to look directly at lachlan as he says this, not wanting to expose travis to anymore risk. however, the measured look in his eyes vanishes when he glances at travis again, replaced with a pleading urgency. “unless officer taylor has anything to add, you gentleman are cleared to leave the crime scene. fid will handle things from here.”

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given their history, he had pause about going down this blackmail route. henry wilde’s fury is nothing to scoff at. for all his posturing though, the other jock is really way too easy to bitch out. at least, rigo is surprised despite having all the leverage in this negotiation. seeing the stud drop to his knees and begin his service without throwing so much of a punch causes rigo to question why he was ever fearful in the first place. now that he’s got henry by the balls, rigo plans on riding him hard to get his comeuppance. any insult hurled his way is warded off by his hearty laugh since he finds it impossible to take them seriously coming from the tongue of a fag on its knees. “keep talking shit, we both know you belong on your knees,” he chortles, thrusting his hips roughly into henry’s face as he start’s to stiffen. gaining confidence, rigo double-palms henry’s skull to slam him down all the way, choking be damned. “you might actually turn me! can’t remember the last time i got hard in a throat this good!” he praises, smacking henry harshly upside the head before letting him up, striking him just as severely across the cheek. “well? my dick is getting cold. get back to work, faggot! if i’m not happy i might just send the vid plus pics of you kissing my bush to prove to everybody how much of a homo you are.”

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jayne is definitely way to eager for david to feel him up. he rolls his neck and visibly relaxes while the hot stud goes to work on him. it may just been sunscreen, but jayne fines the contact erotic and it shows. the way he sighs and groans is proof his husband hasn’t been giving the horny man nearly enough attention. his thoughts are fare from innocent, and just when he’s about to push his ass out a little just so he can rub against that intimidatingly enticing bulge when david pulls away. “w-what ... i mean yeah of course! it’s the least i can do,” he says in response to david’s request, cleary dazed. jayne is so turned on right now that he’s starting to stiffen up in his thong, causing the fabric to stretch around his trapped cock. he doesn’t readjust himself or anything, simply picks up the bottle, squirts some sunscreen in his hands, and walks right up to david. the young stud is capable of rubbing the stuff on his front, but jayne doesn’t care. this is his first chance to feel up that firm, slender body of his and like the pent up honrball he is, he takes full advantage. jayne rubs every inch in awe of how it feels. he gets so close that his own bulging pouch rubs right against david’s. the size difference makes him tremble. “i’m amazed you can get any work done in that speedo. seems a little tight,” he mutters, his tone heady and a little desperate. they’re close enough to kiss, but jayne is getting off just from david’s scent. “though you should enjoy the ability to wear one while you can. my husband could never fill one out like you.” jayne’s hands settle on david’s hips, keeping him close,  while he licks his lips getting harder at his imaginings of the beast confined by that flimsy fabric.