College Stud Laying Under to Get On Top

Luke was sitting in class, totally spaced out. How could he possibly listen to what his professor was saying when he was stressing out from having to go and meet Frank Goodwin in his home in less than two hours. Not to mention it was taking all his willpower to block out the thoughts creeping into his head. 

Last night, he jerked off to the memory of Frank's assistant walking in on himself bent over the desk, getting plowed by the old man. After ejaculating, he immediately felt disgusted with himself and the thought of what happened. He was determined not to give it anymore thought than he already had.

As soon as the professor let them out, Luke hurried back to his apartment just a few blocks away from Campus, and cleaned himself fully, including his bottom. He then got dressed, brushed his teeth and was out the door, getting into the ride booked by Frank's assistant for his travel to man's home.

The journey over felt like forever. He had never been this nervous before, not even the first time with Richard. Yes, he had already been used by Frank the night before, but it was all just a big blur. He was so caught off guard that the in the moment, the shock numbed him from what went down. However, now he was on his way to meet Frank again, and this time he knew what was awaiting him. 

He didn’t have to go through with it. He was still a few minutes from arriving and could ask the driver to turn back. Would a recurring role on a hit series really be worth it? Well, there was only one way to find out. 

He arrived at Frank’s mansion and rang the bell. The door was opened by a housekeeper who told him Frank was expecting him, and to please head to his room which was up the stairs, first room on the right. This was it. If he crossed the threshold of Frank’s home, he was resigning himself to being owned by the man. Backing out after this point would be difficult, if at all possible. Fear and doubt filled his thoughts, but something in his stomach, or perhaps something below it, was nudging him to go in. He took a deep breath and stepped in.

He entered Frank’s room and was immediately regretting his decision to come over. There was Frank, sitting naked on a sofa, in all his grotesque glory. Luke’s stomach began churning, nausea creeping in at the sight of him. Frank stood up and beckoned him over.

“I was left hanging last night. Let’s not waste any time. Come here and get naked.”
Luke walked over and stripped.

Being so close to Frank now, Luke took in the image before him. He had a rotund figure, an amalgamation of flabs and folds that seemed to defy the laws of gravity. His substantial girth made each step a deliberate waddle, and his every move hinted at a lifetime spent indulging in the pleasures of the table. His considerable age was evident in the multitude of wrinkles that adorned his round face. Stretch marks were spread all across his belly, but only visible up close as it was camouflaged by the ample sea of gray hair that covered his gut and chest.

Luke had seen Frank naked last night, but the room was dim and the evening was a blur. Seeing him again now even more closely and in the light, it was worse than he imagined.

On the other hand, Frank marveled at the sight before him. He had been in a position to take advantage of gorgeous young men hoping to get ahead in life for a majority of his eighty years, and never had he seen someone as attractive as Luke. He was truly one of a kind, and today, he would become his. 

He could sense the apprehension radiating off of Luke like a palpable force field, yet there was something undeniably enticing about the prospect of forcing his desires upon the younger man. It was an intoxicating blend of power and control that had consumed him since the first time he had laid eyes on Luke.

"Open your mouth, boy," Frank croaked, his voice cracking like the brittle bark of an ancient tree. His eyes glittered with a strange intensity, as if he were trying to hypnotize Luke into submission. "I want you to taste me."

Luke hesitated, his lips trembling slightly as he stared up at Frank with a mixture of fear and curiosity. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as he parted his lips ever so slightly. Frank watched him carefully, his gaze penetrating and intense. 

Frank knew that look, the one that hinted at a deep-seated desire for something forbidden, something taboo. And now, as he looked down at the young stud, he couldn't help but feel a surge of lust coursing through his veins. He took another step, now even closer to Luke, his body casting a long shadow over the model as he leaned down, his eyes locked onto Luke's succulent lips. 

Now face to face with Frank, Luke could smell the strong scent of musk and sweat wafting off of his body, a heady mixture that sent a wave of repulsion and, as much as he didn’t want it, arousal, coursing through him. 

"Open wider," Frank growled, his voice low and commanding. 

Luke followed the older man and parted his lips even wider.

"That's right, boy," Frank murmured, his voice husky with desire. running his fingers over Luke's cheek. "Now, let's get started."

With that, he leaned down, his lips brushing against Luke's as he began to kiss him. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with a raw passion Luke had not experienced before.

Frank devoured Luke's mouth, his tongue probing eagerly inside. His hands roamed over Luke's body, exploring every inch of the young, supple flesh that covered lean muscles, the fruit of the young man's hard work at the gym and sports training.

"You're such a beautiful boy. Just perfect, as if sculpted by the gods" Frank whispered into Luke's ear, his breath warm and moist against his neck.

Luke shivered as he felt Frank's tongue slip inside his ear, before circling back to his mouth. The sensation of being claimed by the older man sent a jolt of pleasure through him. As before, Luke found himself reciprocating the tonguing as if his mouth had a mind of its own. Their tongues danced together, exploring the recesses of each other's mouths, tasting the sweet nectar of desire that flowed between them.

Frank then pulled away and ordered him, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” and the boy obeyed.

With one swift motion, Frank spat a huge dollop of saliva directly into Luke's open mouth. The warm, viscous liquid filled Luke's mouth, his taste buds exploding with a mixture of disgust and excitement. He swallowed reflexively, a groan escaping his lips as the sensation overwhelmed him. It didn’t taste bad. He wasn’t sure there was even a taste. But the feel of it in his mouth made him gag. He just had the thick, slimy spit of this unsightly old man in his mouth and he swallowed it. The thought of what he just did caused a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Without any warning this time, Frank spat another huge glob of saliva into the boy’s mouth. Before he could react, Frank held his face with both hands, sticking both thumbs into the sides of Luke’s mouth to keep it open and to keep him from swallowing the spit. Frank then released a barrage spit into the open mouth. Unable to properly swallow due to the intervention of Frank’s sausage fingers, the spit gathered in his mouth forming a warm pool of saliva.

Frank ceased his assault an ordered the boy “Don’t swallow yet. I want you to play with it.”

Luke had the sourest look on his face as he showed off his mouth full of the old man’s saliva, swishing around the warm slime in an attempt to put on a show. It only took a few seconds of this before his gagged in disgust of what he was doing and was forced to swallow it down.

“I told you not to swallow!” said Frank in a stern voice, quickly tugging Luke head by his hair, giving the boy a jolt of surprise.

Frank sat back down on the couch.

“Get down here.”

Without hesitation, Luke was on his knees and sticking his tongue out like a dog waiting for a treat. Frank looked down at him, appeased by the boy’s sudden eagerness.

“What the fuck?” Luke thought to himself. Why had he done that? He didn’t even think about it, he just instinctively stuck his tongue out as if he was waiting to be spat on.

Frank leaned down as much as he could, which wasn’t much due to his huge belly getting in the way, and spat in the boy’s mouth once more. The spit landed directly onto the boy’s tongue and his eyes widened as he swallowed again, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. He could feel the remnants of Frank's saliva pooling in his mouth again, staining his insides with a strange sense of pleasure. Then again without thinking about it, he stuck his tongue out.

Frank looked down at the eager young man kneeling before him, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction. "Oh, you really want it, huh?" He murmured, his voice a hushed whisper that sent shivers down Luke's spine. 

Again, Frank spat in his mouth, and again Luke swallowed and stuck his tongue back out. Luke couldn’t understand why, but he kept offering his tongue to be spat on, even though he felt so gross doing it. 

Luke was not saying anything, but his actions spoke for him. Frank knew that this was the boy’s way of asking for more, and he happily obliged. He continuously fed the boy his spit until his mouth was all dried up and there was no more saliva to be had.

Frank looked down at Luke, looking like a total mess, face covered in spit, feeling very pleased with himself that the boy had let him do it, and practically begged for him to keep going. However, his mouth had dried up and he could muster no more of his juices, so it was time to move on.

Franked reached out a plump, calloused hand, beckoning Luke up off his knees and towards his chest. “Come taste more of me.”

Luke hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what Frank wanted, but he couldn't believe he was actually going to do it.

This old man had a hold over him, and he didn't even know why. But somehow, he found himself inching closer to the teat, his eyes locked on Frank's sagging flesh.

"That's right, boy," Frank growled, reaching out to stroke Luke's cheek. "You know what I want. Now, show me how much you want it too."

Luke swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper despite all the spit he had just swallowed. He moved closer, his lips brushing against the coarse hairs on Frank's chest that were covering the flabbiest mounds of manboobs he had ever seen. 

The smell of sweat wafted up from Frank's body, filling Luke's nostrils with a nasty scent. He opened his mouth, his tongue feeling the softness of Frank's saggy skin that was hidden beneath the gray fuzz. As he licked and kissed on the huge mounds of flesh, his hands trembled, reaching out to caress the old man’s tits.

"Mmm, that feels so good, boy." Frank moaned. "But I want more. I want you to really make me feel good."

Luke hesitated, his mouth full of Frank’s teat. He knew what Frank wanted, but he couldn't comprehend why he was doing this. It felt wrong, yet at the same time, something inside him yearned for the forbidden pleasure that was being offered.

"Suck my nipples harder, boy!" Frank said, his voice low and husky. "Make them hard for me."

Luke looked up at Frank, his eyes wide with disbelief. This couldn't be happening.
 
The thought of running out of the room raced through Luke's mind, his hands gripping Frank's hairy chest tightly. But despite his better judgment, he found himself leaning in, his lips brushing against one of Frank's protruding nipples.
Luke sucked harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub. He could hear Frank's heavy breathing, and the wet sounds of his own mouth as he teased the older man's nipple. 

"Oh yes, boy." Frank groaned, running his fingers through Luke's hair.  "Suck harder. I love the way your tongue feels on my nipples."

Luke whimpered, his cheeks flushing red. He continued to suck on his teats greedily, his mouth moving hungrily across Frank's chest from one teat to another. What started out as licking had quickly turned into suckling. He was like a newborn calf hungrily sucking on its mother’s teats for the first time, its life dependent on getting that milk contained within. He applied more and more suction as his tongue ran over the old man’s giant areolas, rough chest hair be damned. He lifted the heaps of flesh, slathering the underside of the old man's teats with his tongue. 

Luke wanted to stop, but somehow, he couldn't pull away. Frank's powerful presence seemed to command obedience, and Luke found himself wanting to please him.

"Good boy," Frank purred, before cupping Luke's face tenderly and motioning him to his belly.

"Lick that fat belly, boy." commanded Frank.

Luke brought his face closer to Frank's potbellied gut. It was gigantic. There were rolls upon rolls of flabs cascading down his body and a layer of gray hair covering the entirety of it. With much hesitation, Luke stuck out his tongue and pressed it against Frank's paunch and reluctantly began licking.

Frank looked down at the hot young man and watched as Luke licked his flabs.

"That's right boy. Slide that tongue all over my fat belly. I want you to lick all over. I want to feel your tongue licking the insides of my belly folds." said Frank.

Luke felt so ashamed of himself, yet for some reason he was extremely aroused by the act he was performing. A hunger grew in him as he began to service the older man more passionately. He swirled his tongue round and round Frank's fat belly, brushing against the mat of hair that covered it. The once rough hair was now slick from his saliva, turning the forest into a silver lake that cascaded down his body.

The fatty skin tasted oily, salty and wreaked of age. Despite feeling utterly humiliated, Luke continued to lap up every inch of the old man’s gut. This perverse game was beyond his wildest imagination, yet somehow irresistible.

"Harder!" bellowed Frank, chuckling loudly, his huge belly wobbling with laughter. "Work those fat folds properly!"

Luke winced at the mockery but complied obediently. The older man smirked cruelly, clearly relishing the humiliation he inflicted. 

His rotund form jiggled like jelly as he swayed back and forth, his massive abdomen protruding further than Luke would have believed possible. He enjoyed watching the young man struggle beneath the weight of his own shame. "Is that enough for you, boy?" he taunted, his voice booming with amusement. To Luke, hidden underneath the layers of fat and filth, these words hit like a sledge hammer to the head.

What kind of monster was he dealing with? Yet, despite the mental turmoil brewing within him, Luke didn't stop licking. He couldn't. Something was pushing him to serve the wretched man willingly, albeit begrudgingly. Each stroke of his tongue against the the fuzz covered fat elicited a reaction from Frank, fueling the fire raging within him. Frank adjusted his stance, intentionally leaning backward to better expose his pendulous gut.

"Faster, boy!" he grunted, grabbing handfuls of his ample waistline and tugging upward until his entire midsection writhed like a giant python. 

Watching the spectacle unfold in front of him, Luke grimaced inwardly at the sight of the bloated mass writhing atop him. However, the stirring within him made Luke question his feelings. Though he initially considered protesting, the sheer absurdity of the situation, combined with the overwhelming arousal he couldn’t deny feeling, left him mute. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, frantically swiping his tongue along the greasy contours of Frank's distended paunch. Luke's cheeks bulged outward, stretching uncomfortably as they labored to accommodate Frank's monstrous bulk and sucked on the fat like a vacuum. 

"So good, boy." Frank gloated, stroking his pudgy abdomen proudly. "Who would’ve thunk it?" Frank exclaimed, his booming cackle reverberating through the dimly lit room. "Me, the old fart, got myself the hottest little slut!"

Luke remained silent, his ears burning from embarrassment. What had compelled him to agree to this bizarre arrangement? Surely no acting role was worth this? His career was already on an excellent trajectory and he really would be able to find success without Frank’s help. And yet, he had succumbed to the siren song of depravity, submitting completely to whatever twisted fantasies this lecherous old man desired. For reasons unknown to him, Luke was unable to resist the lure of debauchery, surrendering piece by piece his dignity and willpower.

When Luke had licked clean every inch of his belly, every crevice within the folds of fat, Frank decided that his gut had gotten ample attention. Using his right hand, he grabbed Luke by his hair and pulled him up to face him. Frank then raised his left arm up, exposing his sweaty armpit.

"I kept the room nice and warm just for you, boy. Now lick my armpit!"

The command hung heavily in the air, echoing off the walls. Luke blinked twice, his initial shock gradually giving way to trepidation. He had wondered why a man of such wealth and size would not have the air-conditioning turned on in his bedroom for such an occasion. Now he knew why.

Luke cautiously lifted his head. "Uh, what?" he said, feigning ignorance in an attempt to buy himself precious seconds to gather his wits.

Frank regarded him coolly, his gaze unwavering. "Didn't you hear me?" he drawled, his tone laden with condescension. "I said, 'lick my armpit, boy. What’s taking so long? Have you suddenly gone deaf or is it just the smell turning you off?" he said laughing.

Luke recoiled instinctively, his nose wrinkling involuntarily at the mere suggestion. The pungent odor emanating from Frank's armpit was unmistakable, a potent cocktail that assaulted his senses.

"I don't think-" Luke protested weakly, searching desperately for plausible excuses amidst the churning sea of panic threatening to engulf him. 

Before he could finish uttering the sentence, however, Frank pushed Luke's face near his armpit.

The action was sudden and unexpected, catching Luke entirely off guard. He struggled to regain his composure, fighting vainly against the powerful grip that held him captive. Unable to free himself, he submitted to the inevitable, resigned to his fate.

"There's no use struggling, boy," Frank admonished him sternly, tightening his grasp. "It's going to happen whether you like it or not. Might as well make the most of it."

Having run out of Breath, Luke had no choice but to inhale deeply, the rank aroma filling his nostrils. Luke hesitated for a moment longer before inching closer to Frank's sweaty armpit until he was right in front of it. He could feel the heat radiating off of it, the pungent smell overwhelming his senses. It was repulsive yet strangely enticing. As first contact was made between Luke's tongue and Frank's armpit, a jolt of shame coursed through his veins.

"That's right, boy." Frank groaned, reveling in the sensation. "Suck on that sweaty armpit.”

Luke felt his cheeks flush red again, his head swimming with shame and arousal. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but somehow, the humiliation only served to fuel his desire. Each time his tongue brushed against Frank's armpit, a surge of pleasure shot through him, causing him to feel even more shame.

"Yeah, baby." Frank grunted, watching Luke's deft movements with hungry eyes. "That's it. Lick every last drop of sweat from my hairy pits. Faster, boy! Show me how much you enjoy serving me."

With a desperate whimper, Luke increased the speed of his licking, his tongue working furiously to appease Frank's demanding requests. He swirled his tongue around Frank's armpit, tasting the salty sweat and feeling the coarse hairs prickle against his sensitive tongue. The humiliation consumed him, yet the perverse ecstasy he'd never experienced on this level before propelled him forward.

"Oh, yes, that feels so good." Frank groaned, gripping Luke's head tightly. "Keep going, boy. Keep sucking on my armpits."

Luke let out a low moan, his mouth eagerly complying with Frank's commands. He lapped at Frank's armpits like a starving animal, greedily swallowing every ounce of sweat that trickled onto his tongue.

"Mmm, yeah, like that." Frank murmured, enjoying the sensation of Luke's warm, wet tongue caressing his skin. "Make sure you clean every bit of sweat from there."

Luke's breath came in gasps now, his body trembling with need. He could feel the arousal stirring inside him. His lips moved feverishly against Frank's armpits, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sweaty hair and skin.

"That's it, boy," Frank encouraged, tightening his grip on Luke's shoulder. "Let me see you lose control."

Luke let out a moan, his hips bucking involuntarily. Frank's words struck a chord deep within him, igniting a fire that burned hotter and brighter with each passing second. He was helplessly lost in the sensations that washed over him, his tongue eagerly exploring the contours of Frank's armpits. 

"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" Frank taunted, grinning wickedly. "Just look at you, practically begging for more."

Luke's eyes widened, his jaw dropping open in shock. He tried to speak, but his voice failed him, leaving him mute and vulnerable.

Just then, Frank shoved him down and back onto his knees. He reached down with a meaty hand, gripping the back of Luke's neck like a cold vice. 

"I want you to show me how much you love my cock, boy."

Luke swallowed hard, his throat constricting at the vile request. His heart pounded like a sledgehammer against his chest, a desperate attempt to break free from the prison of his own skin.

Frank noticed the boy’s hesitation and chuckled, his swollen lips twisting into a grotesque parody of a smile. 

"Oh, my dear boy." he wheezed, "You know you're going to do it anyway. Why fight it?”

Luke reluctantly opened his mouth, revealing a hint of fear mixed with resignation. He could feel Frank's fat fingers digging into his scalp, pulling his head closer to the lecherous man's crotch. 

"That's right, boy," Frank growled, his enormous dick swinging in front of Luke, causing him to gag at the stench. "Suck it. Show me how much you crave my cock."

With a sigh of defeat, Luke parted his lips, allowing the repulsive appendage to penetrate his mouth. The taste of Frank's s old, unwashed cock, mingling with the rank his pre-scum smeared crotch made Luke gag, but he clenched his jaw shut, determined not to give Frank the satisfaction of hearing it.

"That's it, boy," Frank grunted, thrusting his engorged member deeper into Luke's mouth. "Take it all. I want to feel your mouth around my prick."

Luke did his best to suppress the bile rising in his throat, swallowing thickly as he struggled to maintain control. Each time Frank pushed into him, he felt his willpower erode further, replaced by a sense of helplessness and despair.

"Oh, yes." Frank moaned, his voice cracking like a whip. "That's it, baby. Suck Daddy's cock."

Luke's lips tightened around Frank's shaft, his tongue swirling around it in a futile attempt to find pleasure in the vile act. He could feel the veins throbbing against his tongue, pulsating with the force of Frank's depraved lust. It was a sickening sensation, a reminder of the depths of his humiliation. With each agonizing thrust of the thick meat into his mouth, Luke felt his dignity evaporate, replaced by a mix of guilt and shame. 

"Faster, boy!" Frank barked, his eyes shining with sadistic glee. "Show me how much you love this dirty cock!"

Cursing internally, Luke redoubled his efforts, working his lips harder along the length of Frank's member. It was a grueling task that was taxing will to his limits, both physically and mentally.

Every fiber of his being yearned to push away from Frank's repulsive form, yet he found himself unable to disobey the monster's commands. With each gut-wrenching thrust of Frank’s cock into his mouth, Luke's resolve wavered, teetering on the edge of surrender.

"Yes, baby," Frank cooed, stroking Luke's hair like a demented lover. "That's it. Devour my nasty cock."

Luke wanted to scream, to lash out at the monstrous man using him and to get away from this place, but he could not bring himself to stop. He continued to slurp and suck, moving his head up and down in rhythmic strokes, all the while despising himself for his subservience. Frank watched with relish, his eyes locked on the mirror at the side, looking at Luke's flushed face, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped the young man's lips.

"You love this, don't you boy? You’re a depraved little slut sucking on this fat grandpa’s cock.”

Frank’s words stung Luke. They filled him with such shame and a feeling of depravation which in turn drew out more arousal, resulting in Luke moaning onto the huge member in his mouth. Frank took it as a signal and simultaneously shoved Luke’s face deep into his crotch and bucked his hips forward, getting his dick all the way down the boy’s throat and drowning his face in his fat pad. He then pulled the boy’s face off his cock, set his hips back down, before repeating the process over and over. Frank was essentially fucking the boy's mouth, his fat belly slapping nonstop against Luke's face in the process. It was all the boy could do to moan onto the invading cock.

This carried on until Frank could feel Luke’s mouth go slack jaw from the strain of the face fuck, at which point he pulled the boy off his cock and ushered him to the bed.

“Finally, on to the main course.”

He pushed Luke onto the bed, laying the boy prone on his belly. Frank immediately crawled on top of him. His sweaty, hairy body pressed against Luke's smooth skin, with his weight threatening to crush the life out of the boy. 

Frank took a deep breath, his giant belly jiggling into the boy’s lower back, his arch acting like a cradle for the old man’s potbelly. With a groan, he positioned enormous shaft between Luke's legs, placing his knees on either side of his hips. His large, meaty hands spread Luke's thighs apart, exposing his beautiful, vulnerable flesh. Frank leaned in close, his ugly face hovering just inches from Luke's ears.

"Are you ready, boy?" He asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

Luke could not utter a word and simply lay still and silent. He heard Frank chuckle and then felt the head of his cock rub against his tight hole. His heart raced in his chest, panic washing over him. He knew what was coming. His body tensed, preparing itself for the unbearable intrusion. Luke wanted to scream, to tell Frank to get off and to run out of his house as fast as he could. 

Despite his best efforts, Luke's body betrayed him. His ass cheeks involuntarily parted, and his hole opened up, allowing enough space for Frank's engorged member to enter with a loud pop as the bulbous head penetrated his entrance and pushed deep inside.

"There we go, boy." Frank whispered, his breath hot and ragged against Luke's neck. "You want it, don’t you?”

Luke wanted to deny it, to reject the pleasure penetrating his body despite his revulsion. Yet, moans escaped his mouth, exposing the mounting tension within him. Each thrust sent a wave of mixed feelings coursing through him.

"Fuck yes!" Frank groaned, his voice coarse and commanding. "Take it, boy. Take my big old cock."

The words burned in Luke's ears, reminding him of his predicament. His body convulsed with shame and disgust, yet his heart raced wildly, unable to refute his arousal. It was a strange sensation, one that he couldn't comprehend. How could he possibly become aroused in such a situation? Yet, there was no denying the pulsing warmth spreading through his veins.

Luke bit his lip, his fists gripping the sheets, balled into tight fists. He wanted to shout, to protest, but his voice failed him. Frank continued to thrust his member in and out of the hot young man's channel. The sound of Frank’s balls slapping against Luke’s cheeks filled the air, accompanied by Luke's muffled whimpers. Despite his attempts to suppress it, the young stud couldn't help but feel his body respond to the abuse.

"Ah, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" Frank taunted, his voice sounding triumphant. 

Luke grimaced, his head buried in a pillow. The humiliation was unbearable, but he couldn't escape the fact that his body was reacting to the invasion. Every thrust drove deeper into his core, eliciting reactions contrary to his own desires, or what he believed to be his desires.

"Yes, Luke!" Frank growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can tell you love it!"

Frank increased the speed of his motions, pounding into Luke relentlessly. The force multiplied tenfold, and so did the slushing sounds of Frank’s sweat-drenched hairy body rubbing against Luke’s smooth, toned back, pushing his boundaries dangerously close to snapping.

"Stop...please." Luke cried, the sound muffled by the thick material of the bed sheet he was biting on.

Frank smirked, then pushed himself off the boy and positioned him onto all fours, before burying his cock deep inside once again, continuing his relentless assault on the tight ass before him. Frank then grabbed a fistful of Luke's hair and yanked his head back, making him look straight into the mirror.

Luke had closed his eyes the moment Frank mounted him, and had kept them closed up to this point, not wanting to see and accept the reality of what was happening. As he was forced by Frank to open them and look into the mirror, Luke saw what everyone he'd ever met told him they saw. He saw his perfect body and his perfect face, deserving of only the best. And yet behind him was the fattest, most grotesque looking old pervert he’d ever seen, plunging a huge cock deep into his guts. 

"Look at yourself," Frank sneered, punctuating each word with a vicious thrust. 

Looking more closely, he saw beyond just their physical appearance. His saw his face contorted in agony and disgust, but also, undeniably, arousal and a burning hunger in his eyes. Most shocking of all, he saw his pole was at full-mast, possibly harder than it had ever been before. Neither he nor Frank had touched his member a single time throughout this ordeal, but here he was, rock hard from getting fucked by the old man. The sight of his own torment, coupled with the realization of his unnatural response, ignited a firestorm of self-loathing within him. He couldn't believe his gaze had landed on that horrifying image. The shame of it burned through him, intensifying his humiliation.

Frank snickered, withdrawing his member from Luke's abused entrance, then ramming it all the way to the hilt, making the boy moan loudly as he hit his special spot. He reveled in the tormented expression etched onto Luke's face, the disgust and guilt mingling with a shocking undertone of arousal. 

The shame of knowing his body betrayed him made Luke’s anger flare and desperation claw at his insides, which Frank could see in his eyes, further driving his arousal off the charts. Every thrust of his member brushed against Luke's prostate, a deliberate attempt to humiliate the younger man further. Every caress a calculated stroke designed to instill shame and guilt through pleasure, and vice-versa.

"Admit it, Luke," Frank spat, his breath reeking of foul saliva. "You love being used like this. You love being used by ugly, fat old ME! Can't you feel your body begging for more?"

Luke's nostrils flared, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. He knew he should remain strong, refuse to give Frank the satisfaction of hearing him utter words of concession and surrender. But, as he stared into the mirror, the evidence of his arousal staring both him and Frank in the face, he felt weaker than ever before.

It was at this point that Frank’s thrusts came to a sudden halt. He pulled out of Luke’s ass fully and then gave the boy a proposition.

“Tell you what, stud. If you tell me right now that you want me to stop, I will. You can leave and I will still let you have the recurring role on my TV series. But if you choose to do that, know that you can never have me again. Ever. Or, if you like, we can continue with what we’re doing right now.”

The boy froze in place.

The power he held over Luke delighted him immensely. The fat, sweaty fingers on his left hand gripping Luke’s waist, the other still pulling his head back, forcing him to continue looking at the mirror.

Luke was bewildered by Frank’s proposal. Why was he doing this? Frank greatly desired him, he had made that abundantly clear. He was also a wicked person, as he had heard from his friends and experienced first hand. So why was Frank offering him an out? He didn’t think the old man was stupid, but this proposition certainly seemed like it. 

Frank said that he could leave and still keep the job. He would no longer need to allow this horrendous man to use him and still get what he originally got into this for. This should have been the easiest decision of his life, and yet it wasn’t. 

Throughout the entire ordeal thus far, he was figuratively and literally kicking and screaming at every turn. He had never been filled with this much shame, disgust, guilt and self-loathing before. There was no logical reason for him to have not instantly answered Frank that this was over. 

“But WHY??” He kept asking himself over and over. Why hasn’t he told Frank that he would take his offer to leave now? He could end this now and still get the job.

The answer lay in the image reflected in the mirror. Below his rigid cock, on the silky white sheets of Frank’s bed, was a huge pool of pre-cum. For there to have been that much pre-cum drenching the sheets, he had to have been leaking the entire time Frank was fucking him. This knowledge sent shivers down his spine and made his skin crawl.

The sight of the mess he made was the final nail in the coffin and he could no longer deny himself. For as much disgust and shame he felt along the way, he experienced an equal amount of desire and lust. The worst part was, deep inside, he knew that the depravity of he was doing is what fueled these feelings of arousal. Despite his best efforts at ignoring and denying it, the truth was that he was enjoying the degradation being inflicted on him by the fat old man.

“The clock is ticking boy. Answer me! What is your decision?” Insisted Frank

Finally accepting what he had fought so hard to deny, Luke locked eyes with Frank in the mirror and gave him his answer. 

"Fuck me, you disgusting old man!"

To others, that would have been an insult that stung deep, but Frank felt otherwise. No, to Frank, these words were magic. These were the words that signified he had broken Luke and that the boy had now given himself fully to him. It drove Frank wild with lust, filling him with renewed life and energy for a pounding the likes of which Luke had never experienced before. 

Frank eagerly resumed and escalated his assault on Luke's ravaged hole, his fat cock plunging deeply into Luke's body, forcing him to accommodate the obscene intrusion as it stretched and tore further every time he slammed home, doing everything in his power to obliterate his hot ass.

Frank grasped Luke's long, lean body, his greedy hands roaming freely over the firm young flesh. He savored each agonized cry that escaped Luke's lips, loving the feeling of complete control over the boy's tortured body. 

The wet slaps of their bodies echoed loudly in the enclosed space, as Frank pumped his engorged cock mercilessly into Luke's quivering ass. He reveled in the sight of Luke writhing beneath him, his handsome face twisted in agony.

Luke could not believe the power Frank's body held. He was an ancient tub of lard, yet somehow he had the ability to fuck Luke harder, faster and deeper than he had ever been fucked before. Was super-soldier serum like in the hero movies actually real? Could rich men like Frank somehow have gotten a hold of it? Because the way this fat old man was capable of fucking him like this despite his obviously terrible physical condition and old age was practically supernatural. 

But what did it really matter how Frank was able to do this? Luke was getting the pounding of a lifetime. A fuck so good that it tore him up inside. A fuck so good that he could not stop himself from screaming in ecstasy, even though the man plowing him was the personification of everything Luke found unattractive.

Frank pulled out and flipped the boy onto his back. Without needing to be told, Luke quickly pulled his legs back, gripping the insides of his knees in order to expose his hungry hole to Frank. The Ogre drove his throbbing cock all the way in with one strong thrust. His greasy fingers dug into Luke's hips, holding him steady as he pummeled him without mercy. Frank's sweat was dripping like crazy, stinging Luke's eyes, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

"Beg for it, boy," Frank hissed, slamming into Luke with unrestrained brutality. "Tell me how much you need it."

Frank had broken him, and Luke knew it. He had given in to the depravity of letting this grotesque old man own him. Luke had succumbed to the violation that initially disgusted him but now excited him beyond measure.

"Fuck me," Luke whimpered, his voice hoarse with passion and pain. "Please fuck me daddy! Harder! Don't stop fucking me daddy!"

Frank obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. His cock pistoned in and out of Luke's ass, stretching him wider with each brutal entry. Luke felt the walls of his channel trembling, threatening to burst at any moment.

"Yes! "Frank groaned, his body shaking with the effort. "That's it, boy. Beg for it."

Luke felt his cheeks flush with heat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was losing control, surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "More daddy! Please don't stop fucking me!"

Frank's grin widened, his eyes shining with triumph. The old man was enjoying every second of this, his cruel nature thriving on Luke's torment.

"So handsome, so perfect." Frank murmured, his hands exploring Luke's body greedily. 

Many men struggle with body image and learning to accept themselves. Without mincing words, Frank was ugly, extremely obese, hairy and all wrinkly from old age. This did not bother him one bit. In fact, he reveled in his physical appearance and how unsightly people perceived him to be. It served only to fuel his ego and his penchant for domination when hot young men would give themselves to him, and Luke was the hottest of them all.

For hours, Frank continued his relentless assault on Luke's willing body. Their sweat mixed, creating a sickening concoction that permeated the air.

Luke could only lie there, defeated, screaming out in pleasure as the Walrus of a man ravaged his hole.

"You like that, don't you?" Frank taunted, his voice deep and full of authority. "A dirty old man filling you up with his cock"

Luke squirmed beneath him, his breathing erratic and shallow. He was torn between his hatred for Frank and the intoxicating sensation of being completely dominated.

"Ugh, yes!" Luke whimpered. "Fuck me!" He groaned.

Frank responded enthusiastically, his strokes still powerful despite the length at which he'd been fucking the boy, driving them both deeper into the abyss of pleasure. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, the friction heightening their senses.

"Mmm, that feels so good." Frank murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I've got you now, boy."

Luke shivered, his resolve wavering. The intense sensations coursing through his body were overwhelming, and he felt himself falling victim to Frank's depraved desires. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through him, obliterating all traces of resistance.

"Harder daddy!" Luke gasped. "Please, fuck me harder!"

Frank's laughter filled the room, a sinister symphony of cruelty and lust. "I knew you'd come around eventually, boy."

His powerful strokes continued, their rhythm growing increasingly frantic. Luke's screams blended with Frank's grunts, painting a disturbing portrait of passion and torment.

The young man writhed beneath Frank, his eyes wide with disbelief as he surrendered to the grotesque old man. Their contrasting bodies collided and separated, a dance of pain and pleasure that transcended all rational thought. Luke could feel his member throbbing, the sensation of being filled to the brim with Frank's massive cock driving him insane.

"Please, keep fucking me daddy!" Luke begged.

Frank thrust his massive cock into Luke's tight hole, causing Luke to arch his back and cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Luke could feel his orgasm inching closer and closer despite his dick getting no attention. Every thrust of Frank's cock sent spasms of pleasure coursing through his body, numbing his mind and rendering him incapable of coherent thought. He was drowning in an ocean of carnal pleasure, consumed by the visceral sensations that Frank inflicted upon him.

"Fuuuuck!" Luke moaned "Jerk me off, I'm close."

"Not yet, boy." Frank grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to watch you squirm."

Luke groaned, his muscles tensing as he struggled to contain the building orgasm. He could feel his cock swelling, the pressure building in his balls threatening to explode at any moment. Since Frank did not oblige him, Luke moved his hand to stroke himself to completion. Before he could make contact, Frank slapped his hand away.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, boy.”

Luke had given in to the taboo, embracing the forbidden pleasure that Frank offered. The idea of submitting to such a grotesque creature seemed preposterous, yet the tantalizing sensations Frank provided drove Luke to pure bliss.

In his surrender, Luke found himself able to relax for the first time since this encounter began. In doing so, he clocked the mirror plastered on the ceiling. This new angle displayed the full extent of his depraved surrender. He could see every roll of fat on Frank’s body rippling with each thrust. He could see every drop of pre-cum that oozed out of his swollen dickhead. He could see the perfect looking young man that had given himself to the most hideous grandpa. He could see the shame and disgust drive his lust.

"I can't hold it anymore! Oh daddy!"

Luke's entire body shook with the force of his impending orgasm. He tried to resist, but the overwhelming urge to release his seed was too powerful to fight.

Luke clenched his jaw, and his muscles tensed. He knew he was lost, spiraling down a rabbit hole of depravity and filth. But, try as he might, he couldn't resist the pull of Frank's depraved charm

And then it happened. For the first time in his life, Luke had orgasmed without touching himself. Luke let out a guttural scream as he ejaculated onto his stomach, his seed splattering onto his toned abs despite no hand stroking his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body shaking uncontrollably as he rode the wave of euphoria crashing over him. The old man continued to wreak havoc on his ass. Each thrust into his hole like a trigger for cum to shoot out of Luke..

Frank, the fat pervert that he was, watched the spectacle unfold before him. His erection grew harder, watching the boy cum helplessly, his seed marking his body as he continued to pound Luke's asshole.

The young stud's orgasm caused the muscles in his channel to contract with each pulse, squeezing Frank's member tightly and driving him over the edge to his own orgasm. Frank bellowed like an ancient beast giving a cry of victory that echoed throughout the mansion and unleashed his pent-up load inside the hot young man. His seed burst forth from his member like a bursting damn, sending torrents of thick, warm cum into the deepest recesses of Luke’s guts. His cock twitched, milking every last drop of cum from his swollen balls as it drained into the boy’s violated ass.

Luke lay panting and shuddering, his body spent from the violent encounter. He looked up at Frank, his eyes glazed over with exhaustion and shame. The smell of sweat, semen, and shame hung heavily in the air, a testament to the brutal and depraved act they had partaken in.

"Well done, boy," Frank said, his smug satisfaction evident in his tone. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

Luke remained silent, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally drained from the brutal encounter. The remnants of his orgasm stained his torso, a stark reminder of his submission to Frank's will. He could feel the seed Frank deposited inside him. He had been bred numerous times by Richard and the few other guys he'd hooked up with of his own desire, so it was not new to him, but it was different this time. In the past, he would feel a subtle, warm sensation inside, signaling that he had been seeded, but not with Frank. The lecherous old man had cum in him like a force of nature. He felt pulse after pulse of cum gush into him, violently filling his guts to capacity.

The sheer volume of Frank's cum was terrifying. He didn't know a man could cum that much and that hard, let alone a man of Frank's age and physique. Luke began questioning if this man was even human. Before he could properly ponder that thought, his hole, after having taken an unprecedented beating over the past few hours, gave up it's futile attempt at trying to contain the vast amounts of cum that had been deposited inside.

Luke's eyes went wide as he watched a river of viscous white liquid spill out of his gaping asshole. He watched in horror as the river of cum continued to flow from his ass, pooling on the beautiful bed sheet.

There was no doubt in Luke's mind that he had been thoroughly conquered by Frank. The shame weighed heavily on him, a burden far worse than death itself, or so it felt. He had allowed himself to be taken by this repulsive creature, willingly submitting to his depraved desires. The image of his submission burned in his mind, a vivid reminder of his weakness. He could still feel the remnants of Frank's seed oozing from his sore ass.

Frank scooped up a huge dollop of the cum that pooled below the boys hole and brought it to his face. 

"Open up, boy!" Frank commanded, his voice husky with lust.

Luke winced, his body still recovering from what had just transpired. He knew he had no choice but to obey the grotesque old man. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth.

Frank moved to feed Luke the pristine white semen that had come from his ass.

Luke's heart raced as he reluctantly parted his lips, allowing the creamy fluid to drip into his mouth. The taste was bitter and putrid, but Luke had little choice but to swallow. He choked back the bile rising in his throat, struggling to keep the rancid liquid down. He had never been so thankful for his healthy diet and thorough douching as in this moment.

"Good boy." Frank purred, his eyes dancing with pleasure. "You make quite the depraved cumslut, Luke."

Luke recoiled at the nickname, his stomach churning with revulsion. Yet, he couldn't deny the truth behind Frank's words. Despite himself, Luke had become addicted to the intense pleasures that Frank offered. Even as his body screamed for freedom, he found himself craving more of the old man's depraved attentions.

Frank head into the bathroom for a nice, steaming hot shower, leaving Luke laying in cum drenched bedsheets with his thoughts about what he had let happen and what he had come to accept about himself. Tears trickled down his face. 

Tonight had been a vicious cycle of disgust and lust. Each step of the way, with each depraved act he was forced to do or endure, he had been absolutely disgusted, and yet somehow equally aroused. Frank, the grotesque old man had used him totally, had broken him totally, and he had allowed him to. He both hated and loved that he did, same as he hated and loved every moment of it. 

He chose to belong to Frank.

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Stay tuned for the final chapter in this series!