At Shane's Mercy

Shane's headscissors were more than a submission hold. Each time he crossed his feet at the ankles;  I felt his adductors and thighs crush me, his scrotum pulse over my nose, and his balls vibrate above my eyes.

He was using me to pleasure himself.

It was so tight I could only see the ridges on his testicles, black pubic hair, and a thick veiny cock base. The limited air I had, was dense with the odor of his jock sweat.

Shane started working his shaft from the base upwards. His grip on it was firm, his balls shook with energy. His breathing got heavier as the drilling action intensified. Shane locked into me harder with each jolt.

A shower of cum dripped from his cock onto my face. He shouted at me to lick it off: ' swallow that, don't waste it and clean up my balls, suck them, get licking'

Shane roared with pleasure as I licked him. He pulled me by the hair and shot a load of cum, straight into my face.I was showered in his warm creamy juice.

Shane tightened the scissors, plugged my nose with his fingers, and spat into my mouth repeatedly. He forced me to submit again before finally releasing me.

I lay on the ground covered in his spit and cum. Shane pulled up his joggers and headed into the living room.

Shane had brutalized me but I was turned on by him, by his strength, power, and aggression.

I made my way to my bedroom and fell asleep.

The next morning, I felt the effects of Shane's s domination. I was sore and could still taste his cum and sweat.

Across the hall John was was training. I wondered had he heard Shane use me, last night?

He called me into his room, he wanted me to anchor him for sit-ups.

'You go down on your knees, grab my ankles and keep my feet firm, while I do sit-ups, ok? '

Johns ankles were thick, I couldn't get my hands around them. His legs were muscular and hairy, like Shane's.

As John thrust towards me I counted an 8 pack in action. He was ripped. As he reclined, a thick long cock was visible through his white trunks.

John hardly broke a sweat as he completed 100 sit-ups. I was still holding his ankles when he stood up. ' You want to let go now or you want to suck me?' I looked up, he was grabbing his cock in his trunks, and pointing at it, smiling.

' Only joking' he laughed, but take these with you, laundry boy'. John picked a pile of dirty laundry off the floor and handed it to me. 'This too' He laughed as he stripped off his trunks and threw them into my face.

I couldn't take my eyes off his cock it was like every other part of Johns physique: athletic, muscular and strong. I could see it was starting to harden. John grabbed it 'Always happens after a workout, I have to unload, too much testosterone'.

I laughed at Johns remark and walked out of his room. I couldn't stay any longer, my cock was ready to unload. I sat on my bed sniffing John's trunks. John was jerking off across the hall and Shane was snoring loudly next door.

Their dirty laundry was piling up on my floor.