Blackmail

“Oh, my God! Is that?” Decker asked in shock as he watched a video on his buddy’s phone.

“Fitch Walters? You bet your fucking ass it is!” Coleman confirmed with a huge grin.

“Oh, my fucking God!”

“Right? Who knew he was a homo?”

“Nobody, that’s who,” Decker replied with glee in his voice.

“I figured you might want this info. I know how much you hate that asshole.”

Decker continued watching until he moved his face closer to the phone and asked, “What the fuck is he wearing?”

“Women’s underwear, dude,” Coleman laughed sadistically.

“Holy fucking shit! Where did you find this?”

“OnlyFans, dude.”

“He has an OF?”

“Nah, the dude who’s fucking him does. It seems like Fitch may not know he’s being filmed.”

“Are there others?”

“Oh yeah. A few more. But Fitch must have found out he was being filmed because they’re deleted.”

“That fucker got the dude to take them down.”

“Yeah, but nothing on the internet ever goes away. I downloaded them before they were deleted.”

“Oh my God, this is fucking gold. I got that fucking closet case asshole right where I fucking want him.”

“So, how bad do you want it?” Coleman asked in a serious yet flirtatious tone.

Decker rolled his eyes, knowing nothing is free. “Name your fucking price, bitch.”

“I want to fuck YOU for once.”

Decker stared at him, both holding eye contact. He was silent while he thought. Coleman always bottomed for him, that was the nature of their relationship, but Decker did sometimes think how hot it would be for the muscular jock to fuck him. It’s not that he never bottomed, he just preferred to top.

Finally, Decker spoke, “If I let you bone me, you can not tell anyone, or I will fucking murder you. I’m serious, I will cut your balls off and then bury you alive.”

“Dude! No need to be a fucking psycho about it,” Coleman countered with his palms out in front of him. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I don’t want anyone knowing I fuck around with guys.”

“I meant don’t tell anyone who we both fuck around with,” Decker said condescendingly. “I don’t like getting fucked and I don’t want some of those dickheads to know I took your bitch cock in my ass.”

“Oh, come on, bro! I want to at least tell Stutz,” Coleman whined.

“Definity, not Stutz. He’s been trying to fuck me forever.”

“Exactly!” Coleman exclaimed. “He’ll be so jealous and then I can rub it in his face!”

Decker rolled his eyes again. Stutz was a hot mother fucker, just an asshole. “Fine, but JUST Stutz. And don’t tell him or anybody about Fitch. He’s mine.”

“Whatever. Dude, I want that ass,” Coleman said as he leaned into Decker. “Let’s go somewhere and fuck.”

Decker pushed him away. “Christ, dude. Keep it in your pants for ten-minutes. Meet me at my place in thirty-minutes.”

“I’ll be there.”

Decker Briggs hated Fitch Walters. They hated each other. They grew up together since fifth grade and it wasn’t until high school, junior year that things turned to shit. Everything was a competition with those two. They were competitive in grades, popularity, and athletics, especially athletics. Football was very important to both guys and, trying to win the coach’s favor always ended with conflict.

The one thing that Decker always feared was that Fitch would find out that he was gay. Decker was good at keeping that under wraps, luckily finding a small group of other guys like himself that he could hook up with, mostly other guys his age, some older guys here and there.

The two guys were so similar, that’s probably the reason they hated each other so much. Both athletes were tall, extremely handsome and had hard, athletic bodies. They were probably the best-looking boys in school. Now, they were at the same college, both on football scholarships and had to deal with with each other ever single day even during the off-season because there was only one gym on campus, and they were both gym obsessed. The other thing that pissed Decker off the most about Fitch was how attractive he was, totally his type. He hated that Fitch was the perfect guy and that Decker couldn’t have him.

Decker not only used the gym to keep his body in prime shape, but it was also where he met most of his hook ups. He had a type and that was other athletic studs like himself and Fitch. His regular fuck buddy was Coleman, a wrestler, and Decker’s favorite bottom. Coleman was a hot fucker, ripped, jacked, and had a cute boy-next-door face and he loved to get fucked. Coleman knew of Decker and Fitch’s rivalry so when one night he was jacking off to porn, he came across an OF page and was intrigued by the muscled up bottom sporting panties and fishnet stockings. After a few minutes of watching the gorgeous guy get drilled by a big, tall bodybuilder did he notice the sissy with the hard body was Fitch Walters. The room in the clip was dark but with just enough light to make out Fitch’s square jaw, roman nose, and thick, black hair. Coleman knew this was his ticket into Decker’s exquisite ass, only if just one time.

“Coleman! Fuck, dude, take it easy! I haven’t been fucked in a long time,” Decker complained in pain as Coleman had his way in his ass.

“Sorry, Deck. It’s so hard to not plow the fuck out of you. Your ass is so fucking tight!” Coleman answered through clenched teeth, enjoying every inch of tight hole.

“I remember now why I hate getting fucked.”

“God, bro! You’re so fucking hot.”

Suddenly, Decker felt that jolt of pleasure you get when getting fucked just the right way. “Oh, right there Cole! You hit the spot. FUCK!”

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Keep fucking me, dude! Harder!”

“Yeah?”

“Come on, bro! Plow the fuck out of me!”

Coleman collected all the power and strength he had and poured it all into fucking his buddy. Who knows when he would ever get this chance again? He needed to make this one count. The thought of cumming in Decker’s hole, breeding his fuck buddy like Decker had done to him so many times, made him pump harder.

“I’m gonna nut, man!” Coleman warned.

“Nut in my ass, dude!”

“Here is comes, Deck! Here it comes!”

Coleman unloaded a thick load into his fuckbuddy’s jock hole.

Decker missed this feeling of being bred. “Oh, holy shit, bro! Feels so fucking good. Your jizz is so warm.”

“Not done,” Coleman told him, continuing to fuck and shoot.

“I’m coming too. Oh my god!” Decker yelled out and he shot all over himself.

“Dude…,” Coleman sighed with deep breaths as he pulled out slowly.

“Easy, easy. Damn, I forget how big your dick is.”

“Deck, your hole is fucking amazing.”

“Thank you. Now, send me Fitch’s fuck videos.”

“Already did before we fucked,” Coleman said grinning.

“Nice,” Decker said. After he thought about it for a second, he gave credit where credit was due. “You know, you’re a really fucking good top.”

“Thanks! How about round two?”

Decker looked at him skeptically. “Nice try, you hot fucker.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying. What are you going to do next?”

“I’m going to confront the asshole and blackmail him.”

“Nice. What are you going to make him do?”

“Oh, I’m going to fuck the hell out of him, make him my bitch.”

“Ohhh, I would pay to see that shit.”

“Hmmm, that gives me an idea.”

To put his plan in motion, Decker tracked down the owner of the OnlyFans page where he saw Finch. His name was Hunter, a local bodybuilder who was making extra money fucking guys on OF. Hunter told him he was gay-for-pay and an escort to pay off college student loan debt. Hunter agreed to meet Decker and talk about what he wanted to do.

Hunter opened the door to Decker and when Decker saw the bodybuilder, he was in awe of how hot the guy was. He was tall with huge muscle, not roided out but lean and smooth, streamlined. His t-shirt was tight, stretched to it’s limits. His jeans second-skin tight. He had blond/brown hair cut in a high fade. He could pass for a marine with his thick neck, haircut, square jaw, and jacked body. He looked formidable, intimidating and clearly an alpha. Decker could see why Finch would pick this guy to bone him.

Hunter was pleasantly surprised at his visitor, an attractive frat-boy with a great body, brown, thick hair, and he had a swagger. Hunter considered himself straight, but he did like to fuck around with guys, something he learned to like because it made so much money. What he liked most about having his own OF page was that he got to pick the guys he would fuck. He decided if he was going to whore himself out, it might as well be with a guy he found attractive physically. He had sex with gay and straight guys alike, the straight ones he liked more because they were discreet and were a lot more masculine and he liked the idea of fucking a man who, otherwise, would be fucking a woman. These guys begged to be fucked and liked it rough. Fucking on camera was usually with gay guys who didn’t have anything to hide. If he fucked a straight guy on cam, the guy usually wore a mask.

“So, tell me what you want from me,” Hunter asked Decker, leaning back in his chair, looking over the college boy.

Decker was intimidated by the man’s size and demeanor, but he couldn’t help but imagine what he’s like in bed, other then what’s on the internet.

“Fitch is kind if my nemesis. He’s a real asshole and I want HIM to be MY bitch.”

“Are you gay?” Hunter asked intrigued.

“Yeah. But Fitch doesn’t know that, and he doesn’t know I know about him.”

“Huh. Interesting. That’s not the Fitch I know but then what we do is fantasy for him. I know he is insecure about his masculinity. The first time we met up, he came in all macho and arrogant, but when he told me what he wanted from me and we actually got into it, he turned into a slutty bitch.”

Decker perked up and asked, “And what did he want from you, exactly?”

Hunter chuckled and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck like he was searching for the right words. “It’s not a big deal really. I’ve fucked a ton of guys who had certain kinks so his wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he found more pleasure in it then other guys with his kink.”

“What is it?” Decker asked impatiently.

“Well, you saw. He liked to dress in women’s lingerie and be fucked.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“It’s the same old reason why any dude likes it. He says he feels like a man when he’s with women, but with a dude, he feels feminine. He says it’s because his father was an asshole to him growing up, beat the crap out of him, told him he wasn’t a real man when he failed at something. His dad was a sleazy misogynist and enforced strict gender roles and Finch can’t see past that. He likes to bottom but he thinks if he bottoms, he must be the “female”. He found out he likes bottoming, a lot. He figures to get the full effect of being the female then he wants to dress the part.”

“So, therefore, the lingerie,” Decker said nodding his head. “Wigs and shit?” he asked.

“No, no wigs or anything. He doesn’t want to pass for a woman, the clothing is enough. I have to admit, for some reason, a dude like him with a body as muscular and flawless as his, he does look fucking hot in panties and stockings.”

Decker thought back to the videos he watched, and he agreed that the hunk could really pull off stockings and panties, even garter belts.

“Yeah, I’ll agree, I hate to admit, he does look hot. What happened to the videos of him on your page?”

“I just assumed he knew I was filming. He found out after a few times and showed up one day pissed, almost on a rampage about the videos. He asked me to take them down and I said no, and that his videos made me a shit ton of money.”

“So, what did he do?”

“He said he would pay me to take them down.”

“Really? How much? He’s a trust fund baby so it’s pocket change to him.”

“I said $5,000 and he said yes.”

“Then what?”

“I fucked him.”

“I meant, what happened after that day? Do you still hook up?”

“Oh, hell yeah. I’m not letting that piece of ass get away. I may be straight but I’m not stupid. I see him probably twice a week.”

“And do you supply the underwear?”

“No, he always brings his own stuff. It’s a different outfit each time. It’s not cheap shit either. It’s Victoria’s Secret grade.”

“So, what kind of stuff? The few videos I’ve seen is mostly panties and some fishnets stockings.”

“The ones you saw are older videos. He’s graduated to bras, corsets, garter belts, even heels.”

Decker’s jaw dropped before he asked, “Heels? Like pumps?”

“Stilettos, 4 inch high. His legs look amazing when he wears them.”

“Does he talk with a girl’s voice?”

“No, but he can fuck talk with the best of them. He’s very vocal. It’s hot to hear a deep voice begging to be fucked.”

“Will you help me get this fucker?”

“What’s your game plan?”

“You invite him over to hook up. I’m going to hide and film. I want you to blindfold him, make sure he’s wearing something real pretty, heels and all. After you’ve fucked him for a while, we’re going to switch it out and I’m going to cum in his ass. Then the big reveal. He’ll be pissed and I’ll have video of him getting his ass tagged.”

“Wow, you really hate this kid, don’t you?” Hunter asked with grin.

“He deserves it,” Decker assured him with a serious expression.

“It’s funny how much you hate him but still willing to fuck him AND you want to keep him as a fuck boy.”

“So?”

“I don’t know. Sounds like you have a thing for him, not hate him.” Hunter speculated with a raised eyebrow.

Decker recoiled and sneered, “What? No way, dude. I’ll admit he’s hot, but no way am I into him. This is all about power. I want that fucker’s ass.”

Hunter threw his hands up and said, “Ok, ok, bro. Not my business.”

“So, you’ll do it?”

“What’s in it for me?” Hunter shrugged his big shoulders, an evil grin on his face.

“What do you want?” asked Decker, knowing he’d have to pay something.

“Your ass. Right here, right now,” Hunter answered with a low, gruff voice.

Decker just stared at him with a smirk. Of course, the straight whore would want to fuck him. But he had no problem with that because he thought the bodybuilder was beyond hot and if Hunter wanted to take him to pound town, he was more than willing. But he didn’t want it to sound like he was too willing. He wanted to make the guy work for it.

“You want to fuck me?” Decker asked with mock surprise.

“Hell, yeah, frat boy. I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in here,” Hunter told him nonchalantly. “Hold you down, call you a bitch, cum in that tight ass.”

Decker felt honored for this guy to want to fuck him at first sight. He was suddenly very proud of his body and how it really sealed the deal. He also liked the way the man whore was talking to him.

“Christ,” Decker sighed. “Why does everyone want to fuck me? Why can’t you guys just give me what I want?”

Hunter laughed and said, “Because you’re fucking gorgeous, and your ass is beautiful, high and tight. It’s fuckable, bro. You’re fuckable. Plus, nothing is for free, frat boy. Everything has a price.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be straight, gay for pay?” Decker asked sarcastically with a smirk.

“Hey, I’m an equal opportunity fucker. I know when a dude like you comes around, I’d be stupid not to partake. I appreciate a guy with a body like yours. You’re sexy as fuck. Besides, I don’t want to marry you, I just want to fuck you.”

Decker acted like he was thinking about it to add some suspense.

“Fine,” Decker told him. “But NO video! I don’t need that shit all over the internet.”

Hunter nodded and said, “Fine, no video.”

“Good,” Decker said as he stood up.

As Hudson stood up, he said, “No video, no condom and I get to blow inside you.”

Decker gave him a frustrated look and said, “Is that all, fucker? Are you going to keep adding conditions?”

“Oh, scrappy! I like them scrappy,” Hunter said as he reached out for Decker’s elbow and pulled in close. Decker couldn’t believe the power he felt from the man’s hand and the thrust of his pull.

Decker became pissed as he thought it was an insult. “Scrappy? Look at me, do I look like I’m ‘scrappy’, fucker?” Decker asked a little offended that the big guy would make a comment like that considering the frat boy’s size. “Scrappy is for little guys with big egos. I’m not little.”

Hunter grabbed him by the throat, pushed Decker back against the wall with a thump. His face was stern, and he stared into Decker’s eyes. “How about you drop that fucking attitude? I don’t have to do anything for you. I don’t owe you anything.”

Decker had his hands wrapped around Hunters huge forearms; suddenly unsure he should have come. It also turned him on a little bit.

Decker relented, “Ok! Sorry! I’m sorry,” he said with a strangled voice, his face turning red. Hunter wasn’t squeezing too hard but enough to scare the kid.

Hunter continued to focus on his eyes. “I have a feeling you’d be just fine with me taking you whether you wanted me to or not.”

Decker tried to swallow, still holding on to the man’s forearms. The thought of this big muscle man taking him without permission was a fantasy of his. He had always fantasized about it since he was in high school.

“Dude, I’m sorry,” Decker forced out.

“Yeah, you’re just like your good buddy Fitch. I had to put him down too.”

With his other hand, Hunter grabbed Decker’s bulge and squeezed a little. He smirked when he felt the hard cock through the frat boy’s jeans.

“That’s what I thought. You’re just as much a bitch as he is. Tell you what, I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to breed you. Then I’m going to help you own that sissy muscle boy and then, you know what? You are going to be one of my fuck boys. Got it?”

Decker was so turned on. He had never considered being anyone’s fuck boy, but this guy was fucking good at what he does. The sex this guy deals out must be fantastic.

“Got it,” Decker whispered in a struggled raspy voice.

Hunter went nose to nose with the kid and said, “Good boy.” He let the kid go, Decker coughing and rubbing his throat with his hands.

“Follow,” Hunter said over his shoulder as they headed to his bedroom.

Decker knew he was in for an interesting evening. The dude looked like he could really do some damage.

Being a straight, gay-for-pay cam-boy and escort meant that Hunter had to change his whole mindset about sex. After a few months of escorting for women he decided the money was with guys. At first, it was strange getting used to hard muscle, masculine scents, and beards but he found if the guy was attractive in a physical way, athletic, muscular, then it wasn’t so bad. He grew to like it and looked at it has mutual admiration of a fit man’s body and then he realized that dudes like hard, rough sex. The kind of sex he couldn’t have with women. Then it became a power thing. He found when he was dominant and aggressive, sex with men was very satisfying. He liked railing on a hot guy’s ass and knowing he had all the power.

When Fitch contacted him, he was excited because this is the kind of guy that he really liked. A big, muscular athlete who was in the closet, loved to bottom and had a kink that made Hunter feel even more powerful. It was a natural reaction when confronted with someone like Fitch who wanted to be with a real man, make himself feel feminine and protected, treat him like a man who wanted to give all his power away to a man like Hunter.

Decker on the other hand, was just like Fitch but more open with his sexuality. Hunter thought Decker was going to be fun because he was experienced and would want to try different things with Hunter. Hunter saw him as a fuck boy, a hot dude who he could fuck whenever he wanted, and Decker wouldn’t say no. This hunky kid was horny all the fucking time.

When Hunter was balls deep inside Decker’s sweet, tight ass, he found the young jock to be more into it then most of his closeted fuck boys. He could tell Decker was a top normally but wasn’t ashamed to go ass up for the right guy. Hunter liked a versatile guy, not because he ever wanted the other dude to fuck him, he just liked knowing he was plowing a guy who considered himself more of a top. Topping a top was hot to him.

Decker gripped the sheets and bit the corner of the pillow as Hunter’s cock pummeled his insides. The straight bodybuilder really knew his way around a dude’s ass. He’d been with supposed straight guys before but this one was something different. It was obvious he took pleasure in fucking men, the kind of pleasure derived from power, power over another man. He’d seen this before. Hunter drew pleasure from seeding another man, injecting his own DNA into another man, making that man a better one for it.

“Fuck, dude! Ride that ass!” Decker said in a low, raspy voice.

Hunter pushed down on the small of Decker’s back, slam fucking the college boy below. He loved nothing more then hearing a deep, masculine voice begging him to fuck harder.

“Your tight ass is sucking my cock inside, fuck boy,” Hunter sneered.

“God damn! Give it to me, you fucking stud!” Decker was thoroughly enjoying this fuck. Yeah, he had been with some good tops, but this straight dude had gusto.

Hunter drilled down deep into the kid’s ass, laying his chest down on the muscular back under him. He wrapped a muscular forearm around Decker’s throat and pulled back, his face coming up off the pillow with a grunt. Hunter put his mouth to Decker’s ear.

“You’re just as hot as Fitch, you know that? You might be even hotter,” he growled.

Decker felt constricted by the powerful arm around his throat. He could feel his face turning red, his eyes watering, feeling vulnerable and unable to break free from this dominant man.

“I want to fuck your jock cunts together, side by side. Show you boys what a real man is like.”

Decker felt Hunter’s tongue licking behind his ear, one of his erogenous zones. It drove him crazy! But hearing what Hunter would like to do to him and Fitch at the same time was never going to happen.

“No,” Decker croaked from the pressure around his throat. “Not… happening.”

“Oh, it will happen. You’re both my fuck boys and my fuck boys do what I tell them,” Hunter told him with a gravelly threatening tone.

With that, Hunter released Decker’s throat, went into pushup position, and proceeded to piledrive down and into the warm, tight hole, sending Decker into an uncontrolled bounce, his body flailing and thrashing. It kept going until Hunter drove down and stayed down, roared a mighty roar, and injected the fuck boy with gobs of hot, sticky cum.

Hunter fell down onto Decker’s back, panting, and sweaty. Decker shot his load into the sheets. His breathing was labored but even more so with the weight of the bodybuilder on his back. He thought, “Wow, I could get used to this.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Decker commented with struggled words.

“Yeah. You said it,” Hunter said as he flexed his cock that was still embedded in the frat boy.

“Brutal, dude,” Decker said out of breath but satisfied. “That was fucking brutal.”

“Dudes like you bring out the beast in me,” Hunter admitted with a cocky tone. He flexed his cock, Decker moaned. “I want to stay in this ass forever, sweetheart. It’s so fucking tight, all muscle.”

“I guess you bring out the cunt in me,” Decker told him, his voice almost hoarse, but sexy.

“You sound like you definitely know your place,” Hunter said as he kissed Decker’s thick neck.

Decker had never been fucked like that before and he definitely never thought of himself as some dude’s cunt but for this guy, he’d be anything Hunter wanted. Now he fully understood Fitch’s connection to him. Who knows if Fitch even wanted to be dressed up in lingerie in the beginning? Maybe it was Hunter’s doing and Fitch grew to love it. Hunter knew how to manipulate a hot guy.

Decker half chuckled. “I know my place. I always know where I’m supposed to be.”

“Good boy. You’re making my dick hard again.” Hunter flexed his ass, corkscrewing his hardening cock back deep inside Decker’s hole.

Decker’s eyes grew wide as he felt the python in his ass swell. He didn’t know if he could take another round of pounding so soon.

“Dude… I think I need a break… or something,” Decker said with hesitation.

Hunter scoffed and replied, “Sorry, fuck boy. When I want to fuck, we fuck.”

Hunter began to fuck slowly. Decker winced with the pain of the cock stretching his hole.

“Dude… Please… Can we wait a few minutes?” Decker pleaded quietly.

“When I want to fuck, we fuck!” Hunter repeated forcefully as he amped up his strokes.

“Oh god,” said Decker through clenched teeth.

Hunter continued at a steady pace. “God, I love you jock fags, putting out for men like me like we’re your fucking heroin.”

Decker could say nothing intelligible, just loud grunts with every smack of groin to ass. He reached forward and grabbed the edge of the mattress until his knuckles turned white.

“You like that, don’t you? You love the straight boys slopping up your cunts, using your gash as a cum dump. You take cock better then any woman, better then any whore. I should know.”

Decker was whimpering now. He felt embarrassed hearing his high-pitched whimpers coming from his mouth. He didn’t know how much more he could take. Suddenly, the cock inside him was expelled, and he felt the dude manhandle him onto his back. Hunter threw the kid’s legs up over his shoulders, holding them there tight as he leaned forward, bringing the kid’s ass up. He aimed and fired his cock down into the jock cunt.

Decker yelled out until Hunter slapped his hand over the kid’s mouth.

“Shut up, you stupid cunt!” Hunter said in a stage whisper. “You’re going to get me thrown out!”

Decker started breathing heavy through his nose. His hands clenched onto the bulging biceps of the man holding him down. He held down his whimpers and moans, it was starting to feel good again. He relaxed his ass and let it happen.

“Good girl,” Hunter taunted the athlete. “I thought I was going to have to fucking tape your mouth shut like I did to Fitch.”

Decker flinched a bit when Hunter said he was a good girl. No matter what happens with this dude, Decker was not going to end up another Fitch with his weird ass kink.

“Yeah, relax that pussy,” Hunter coaxed quietly. “Your body is so perfect, baby. It’s so hard, and smooth, just like that bitch Fitch.”

Hunter sat back, letting Decker’s legs off his shoulders and lower to his waist. Hunter ran his hands all over, up and down the frat boy’s smooth, hard quads. He then lifted Decker’s legs and spread them wide. Decker in awe of the beautiful bodybuilder above him, holding his legs up and wide.

“There you go, sweetheart, spread those legs, open up that pussy,” Hunter whispered, running his big hands up and down the defined hamstrings of the open legs. “Open up for me, baby.”

Hunter held his legs out, flexing his quads, pointing his toes which made his calf muscles bunch up.

“Yeah, just like a girl, opening up that cunt and sucking in my cock. You like that, sweetheart?” asked Hunter as he continued to long-dick the jock ass.

Decker listened to the fuck-talk, but it had no effect on him, the joy in his ass, and the mountain of muscle looming above him was too much to take in.

“Keep those legs open, princess,” Hunter told him as he bent down and met the jock in a long, wet kiss. Decker felt so euphoric that he couldn’t think straight. It felt like the man was making love to him and he liked it. It was the first time it had happened to him. Decker reached up and grasped each of his feet and held his legs out wide and steady. He was laying there holding his legs open like a prostitute putting out for her John.

Hunter released the kiss and moved a lock of hair off Decker’s forehead. “Your cunt feels so good, baby. It feels so perfect around my cock. Tell me how much you love it.”

Decker swallowed hard before saying, “I love it. I love your cock in my cunt.”

Then he saw the look of satisfaction in Hunter’s eyes, and he felt proud.

Hunter looked down into the frat boy’s eyes and he knew he had the kid, he had him where he wanted him. The fuck boy would do anything for him. He was going to make Hunter a rich man.

He gently kissed the kid again and then kissed his neck, then his cheek. “You’re my beautiful jock girl, so perfect. I can’t stop looking at you, feeling your body. Next time you come over, I want you to have waxed your body smooth so I can feel all those hard muscles.”

Decker nodded his head and said, “Ok.”

Hunter purred and then kissed him again. “Can’t wait to feel your legs, so smooth, wearing some sexy silk panties, so tight on your ass.”

Decker listened, confused but stimulated.

“You like that? Wear some sexy, little silk panties for daddy?”

Decker swallowed again and murmured, “Uh huh.”

“Good girl. Daddy loves his jock cunts in panties.” Hunter said before another kiss, his cock still deep dicking the boy. “You and Fitch are my big stud, jock cunts.”

Hunter sped up his strokes as he ran his hands over the muscular hamstrings of the athlete holding them up. Hunter purred again, “Mmm… some tight silk stockings over these legs would be sexy as fuck. Wouldn’t that be sexy, fuck boy? Some pretty silk panties and matching silk stockings? Your big muscular body sliding into some hot silk lingerie.”

“Anything you want,” Decker hissed, giving in.

“Good girl. You’re a good jock cunt. Just like Fitch.”

Decker smiled and then his cock released a torrent of cum. He felt it splash up onto his chest, and his face. He continued to hold his legs out like a whore while he watched his cock shoot load after load.

Hunter had a sadistic grin on his face. He took control of the jock’s legs, brought his ankles together, holding them up high he hammered into the jock cunt and again filled it with another load.

Decker caught his breath and enjoyed the second load that day of cum floating in his gut. Hunter fell forward, his mouth attaching itself to Decker’s. They kissed for a while, feeling each other’s bodies.

“What just happened?” Decker asked the powerhouse above him.

“You just became my bitch,” Hunter said with another kiss.

“Jesus Christ,” Decker sighed.