“Happy Birthday, bro.”
“Thanks, babe.” Brent gave his boyfriend a kiss on the lips before toasting him with their long neck beer bottles.
The club was almost crowded, but not full for a Saturday night. Country music twanged from the speakers as the two boyfriends watched the men boot-scoot around the dance floor. Brent and Liam didn’t make a habit of going out to bars. Brent was in his thirties and his slutty bar days were behind him. Liam was a good ole boy from the south. In his twenties, he was still good with going out once in a while but since he started dating Brent, he was fine with just hanging out at home. Tonight was Brent’s thirty-fourth birthday, so they decided to have a night out, break with the mundane, and have some drunken fun. They both loved country music and while they thought a gay country music bar was somewhat comical with all men line-dancing or waltzing, it was the music and the beer they liked.
Brent’s hand was raised and resting possessively on the back of Liam’s thick neck with an occasional soft squeeze. He was considerably shorter than Liam so you would think his arm would get tired. It was Brent’s way of reminding Liam he was taken, and it also showed other men in the room the same. What was interesting about the two was that Brent was older and smaller. He was also the alpha. Liam was only twenty-five, and he was a beautiful, tall, mountain of muscle with rugged handsomeness. While Brent was muscular and fit, Liam had a build you only got from manual labor and gym lifting combined. Liam was also submissive. When they met, each thought they hit the lottery. Brent liked younger, big, submissive boys, and Liam liked older, smaller, compact, dominant tops.
In the six months they had been dating, both were sure marriage was on the agenda. They were deeply in love with each other. They got along well, had the same tastes in music, trucks, and clothes. The sex was mind-blowing and often joked they would make bank with an OnlyFans page, a smaller hot guy with a gymnast body slam-fucking a six-three, hard, jacked, country boy.
Liam was an old-fashioned guy. He was so in love with Brent that he never even considered cheating. Brent on the other hand, loved Liam with all his heart, but was more experienced and had had open relationships in the past. He had never brought it up to Liam because he knew of Liam’s conservative ways, but he also knew Laim was whipped and would do anything Brent wanted him to. Liam was beyond submissive. Tonight was the perfect night to open Liam up to other possibilities.
“God, I love Wranglers on a big muscle dude,” Brent said, gesturing to a certain muscle boy on the dance floor wearing skintight, painted on Wranglers.
Liam frowned. “Bro, I’m right here.”
“I know, babe. I’m dating, not dead.” Brent smirked at him and winked. He looked back at Liam’s ass in his faded Wranglers that molded like spandex to his muscular butt. He gave it a smack. “Besides, you wear it best. I love you in Wranglers.”
Liam blushed. “No, I love YOU in Wranglers, bro. God, your body is so tight. Love your tiny waist.”
Brent reached up and pulled Liam down to him for another kiss. Brent often kissed him this way rather than stand on his tip-toes to reach Liam’s handsome face. Pulling Liam where he wanted him showed the tall muscle boy who was in control. Liam gave a muffled “Mmm,” into Brent’s mouth.
They ordered another beer from a passing server and continued to stand off to the side watching the crowd of men.
“I never told you what I wanted for my birthday,” Brent told him.
Liam smiled. “Actually, you said not to get you anything, but I did.”
“Bad boy,” Brent said with a smirk.
“You like it when I’m a bad boy,” Liam said with a husky tone.
“What did you get me?”
“It’s at home.”
“So I have to wait until later?”
“Yep. But it’ll be worth the wait.”
“Is it something that will make my dick hard?” Brent asked deviously.
“Yes. And I didn’t wear it because I didn’t want you to drag me to the truck and fuck me.”
“Wear? I think my boy bought some sexy underwear for me to tear off.”
Liam realized he had given away the surprise. Another thing they both loved was sexy underwear. “Damn it. And you better not tear it, bro. They were expensive.”
Brent bit his bottom lip and raised an eyebrow.
“Were you expecting anything else?” Liam asked after a few seconds.
“Not anything you would think of,” Brent replied cryptically.
“What’s that mean?”
“I can think of something you could do for me on my birthday that would not only turn me on but make me very, very happy.”
Liams perked up. Whenever he found a way to make Brent happy, he jumped at the chance to do it. All he wanted in life was to please his man. “What is it? Tell me. I’ll do it,” he said frantically.
“I love it when you’re anxious to please me. You’re such a good boy.”
Liam felt a twinge in his groin. He loved being called a good boy. Brent didn’t answer him but gestured towards a guy standing on the other side of the bar. The man was about Brent’s size, five-ten, muscular, handsome, early to mid-thirties. His build was very similar to Brent’s. He wore a tight light-blue t-shirt and tight Wranglers. He was drinking a bottle of beer and casually looking over at them.
“What?” Liam asked as he looked in the direction of Brent’s nod.
“Fucking hot, right?”
Liam frowned again. “Yeah. I guess.”
“You guess? Babe, he’s gorgeous. Not as much as you are though.”
“Nice save,” commented Liam.
“You think he’s a top?” Brent asked nonchalantly.
Liam shrugged. “I don’t know. Why?”
“I bet he is. Looks like me.”
Of course, Liam noticed right away the resemblance between the two. “Yeah. A lot.”
“But you think he’s hot, right?”
Liam looked down at his boyfriend. “Yeah, sure, but do we have to cruise guys? It’s your birthday, bro.”
God, Brent loved it when Liam called him “Bro.” It was so fucking macho and fratboy.
“I know, so I should get a pass tonight since it’s my birthday.”
“That’s not how that works, Brent.” Liam was getting suspicious of where the conversation was going. Brent could be manipulative and Liam knew when he wanted something.
“Ok, what do you want?” he asked crossing his arms over his chest while still holding a bottle in one hand.
“You know I love you, Liam,” Brent said sincerely.
“Yeah,” Liam replied, again with suspicion.
“And you would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
Liam sighed. “You know I would. I have.”
“Hear me out.”
Liam braced for whatever weird, kinky thing Brent wanted him to do. Liam was so straight laced that anything out of the ordinary tested his resolve. He’s done some pretty kinky stuff at Brent’s demand, but it always turned out to be awesome. It took him out of his comfort zone.
“Jesus,” Liam said under his breath. “This is going to kill me, isn’t it?”
“You’ll like it.”
“What is it.”
Brent pulled Liams face down closer. “You know what would really get me off like a motherfucker?”
“What?”
“I want to watch that guy fuck you.”
Liam stood up to full height. “What the fuck?”
“You heard me.”
“Did I?”
Brent pulled him down again. “Watching that guy own your pussy would make my cock so fucking hard.”
Hearing Brent refer to his hole as a pussy always made Liam’s hole twitch. But right now, he was too distracted to feel that. “Why would you want that, Brent?” Liam asked totally confused.
“Lots of couples do it, Liam.”
“I don’t think we’re one of those couples.”
“We will be,” Brent said with a sort of finality.
“Will be?”
“You want to make me happy, correct?”
Liam sighed again. “Yes,” he replied frustrated because he knew he would.
“What would make me the happiest boyfriend in the world would be to see my fucking gorgeous, jacked, beefy boyfriend get railed by a dude who looks like me. Hell, anyone hot would do but that guy checks my boxes.”
Liam looked over his shoulder at the other man. He had to admit; the guy was very hot. He was just Liam’s type. If he was gonna cheat, it would be with him.
“Is this a vanity thing?”
“Of course, it is,” Liam said freely. “But like I said, seeing any hot dude fucking you would do it for me. But since it’s my birthday, he’s a bonus.”
Liam stood silently staring down at Brent. His face was stern and his brow furrowed. He was angry and Brent knew it. He saw Liam’s big hands were fists at this side. His face was slightly red. His teeth were clenched.
Quietly, through those clenched teeth, Liam said, “Don’t make me do this.”
“You’re doing this,” Brent said forcefully.
“Please, Brent. I’ll do anything else. You wanted me to wear panties for you. I’ll do that.”
Brent shook his head. “NO.” He took Liam by the jaw and stared up into his eyes. “Do what I tell you. Understand?”
Liam looked down at him. He couldn’t say not to Brent, especially when he was acting like this. Liam thrived on alpha energy and Brent was giving it in spades. Liam liked being controlled, forced, commanded and he liked it from smaller men. They’d had more than a few rape fantasy roleplays.
Liam slowly nodded his head.
“Good boy,” Brent said with a little pat to Liam’s cheek. “Don’t ever do that again. Know your place. Understand?”
“Yes.” Then he quickly added, “Sir.”
“Good boy. Now, keep being a good boy and follow me.” Brent took his boyfriend’s big hand and led him through the crowd. They both loved the attention they got in places like this. They were such a beautiful couple and they both secretly loved the fact that most of these guys assumed Liam was the top and Brent was the bottom. They approached the other man who had his back turned.
Brent tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned around. He slowly looked up at the gorgeous blonde muscle boy with the hard frown on his face, and then to his handsome boyfriend.
“Hey,” Brent said.
“Hey.”
“I’m Brent. This is my boyfriend Liam.”
“Dave,” the man replied and shook their hands.
“You’re hot,” Brent said over the loud music.
Dave smiled. “So are you.” He looked up at Liam. “SO are YOU. Jesus.” Liam remained quiet and pissed. “You always look pissed, big man?”
“Yes/no,” the boyfriends replied at the same time.
“Ok,” Dave said with a chuckle. “So, what do I owe the pleasure?”
“It’s my birthday,” Brent replied.
“Oh, Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks. We came out to celebrate and thought it would be great to... make new friends,” Brent said cryptically.
Dave had been in this situation before. “Make new friends, huh? Well, I can’t think of a better pair to ‘make new friends’ with.”
Brent knew Dave was good to go with that comment. He moved to stand next to Dave as they faced Liam, essentially putting his boyfriend on display. Brent put his arm around Dave’s shoulder and drew him in close.
“Look at that,” Brent said referring to his boyfriend.
Dave nodded. “Trust me. I’m looking.”
Liam frowned even more.
“Fucking hot piece of ass, huh?”
Dave nodded. “Hottest piece here.”
Liam stood there feeling like a side of beef hanging in the butcher shop window, a visible vein popping on his forehead. He was visibly angry.
“And you know what? This bitch is a bottom.” Brent said it extra loud as to embarrass Liam even more. It worked.
Dave raised his eyebrows. “Really?” he said sounding very intrigued.
“Uh huh. Big, jacked up, muscle boy with a tight pussy between his legs.” Brent massaged Dave’s shoulder. Liam growled at the insult. Only, it wasn’t an insult per say. Brent talked like that during sex all the time. He just wasn’t prepared for it with a stranger.
“Keep going,” Dave said, his eyes raking over Liams hard body.
“He could break your dick off with one flex of his pussy. Snap it right off. And he’ll moan like a bitch while he does it.”
Dave palmed his growing cock. “Fucking Christ, dude. Slut.”
“For my birthday, I want to watch you impregnate my bitch.” Liam’s head snapped to his boyfriend’s. No one said anything about being bred.
Dave swallowed hard. His cock was hard in his tight jeans. He wanted nothing more than to breed this big stud. He looked to Liam and nodded once. His demeanor changed. “You want that, bitch? You want me to breed that pussy while your man watches?”
Liam blinked. He looked at Brent.
“Don’t look at him, cunt,” Dave blurted. Liam flinched, surprised at the forceful, degrading language coming from a stranger. “I asked YOU. Not him.”
Liam swallowed hard. He was shaking now. But at the same time, he liked the feeling of being wanted by both men. He liked being treated like a bitch in bed by one man. How would it be with two men? Or three? He shivered at the last thought. He wanted to please Brent so bad. He imagined how proud Brent would be and how Liam would be rewarded for being a good boy.
“Answer him,” Brent said.
Liam knew he had to answer and he knew what Brent wanted him to say. He’d said it before many times during sex. He opened his mouth and then closed it. He took a breath. “I want you to breed my pussy.”
Dave grinned. “I didn’t hear you.” He clearly did.
Liam rolled his eyes. “I want you to breed my FUCKING pussy while my boyfriend watches.” His tone was filled with defiance. Brent smirked.
“I don’t think you mean it. Go on,” Dave chided. “You can do better.”
Liam looked at Dave silently. He looked him up and down and thought about how much he reminded Liam of Brent. They had the same build, the same demeanor, and Dave had the dom thing down, at least, the verbal aspect. Liam looked at Brent who stared back with a look that told him to obey. Liam knew that look well. He loved that look. It meant he was to serve, not defy. It made his spine tingle knowing he was obeying an order from the man he loved. He loved that he was going to make his boyfriend happy. He loved it when Brent was happy. He knew what he had to do and he had to do it right.
Liam gave Dave a look and then a cocky smirk. He stepped closer and used his deep voice. “I want your cock in my tight, wet pussy fucking me as hard as you can while my boyfriend watches. I want you deep inside me, telling me what a cunt I am, what a slut I am, that I’m a fucking whore while my boyfriend jacks off while watching me. I want to look into his eyes, crying from your hard fuck pounding me out, pleading with him to call me his good boy. I want you to use me, abuse me, beat me my pussy the fuck up. I want to feel your boys swimming in my gut, then I want to suck the rest of them out of your fucking cock. Is that better?”
Dave almost choked on his own tongue. He looked at Brent with wide eyes. Brent grinned back with a nod. “Well?” Brent asked.
Dave put his bottle down on the table. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Liam looked at Brent with a look of cocky defiance on his face. Brent took his hand and said, “Good boy.”
Liam lowered his eyes in humiliation and then back to Brent. “Did I do good?”
“You did great, babe.”
*****
They dropped Dave a pin of where Brent lived and told him to meet them there. The boyfriends got in Liam’s truck and made their way.
“I’m so fucking excited, babe!” Brent was almost giddy.
Liam said nothing, just drove on. Brent could tell he was pissed but knew he was going to do whatever he was told. He certainly convinced Dave of it. It was like Liam had a switch that couldn’t be turned off. He came of slutty, something Brent had rarely seen. But now it was just them, alone in the truck, Liam had turned quiet again.
“Liam, it’s my birthday. Don’t be like this.”
Liam shrugged. “I’m not being anything.” He looked at Brent. “You told me this was happening, so it’s happening.” He was being passive aggressive.
“I want you to enjoy it too.”
“If you want me to, I will,” he said as a matter of fact.
“Hey, Liam,” Brent said quietly. Liam looked at him. “I love that you’re doing this for me. I really do. You make me so fucking happy. You’re the one, Liam. I know you’re the one. I want to be with you forever.” Liam’s heart jumped. “I need to know you will do things like this for me, no questions asked. You know how I am. I’m in control, I have to be. You’re the first guy I actually care about in a serious way. You know, I’ve had these types of relationships before.”
“You have?” Liam watched the road but kept turning to Brent. “You mean open?”
“Yeah. Any guy I dated for an extended period of time, we always did shit like this. I have a thing for watching my boys putting out for other dudes. It’s a power trip, babe.”
Liam was in thought. “You feel more powerful when you can watch your boyfriend get fucked by other dudes?”
“Yes. It’s a rush. It makes me hard. It makes me so fucking horny.”
“Why did you never bring this up in the last six months?”
“Because, babe, I didn’t want to lose you. You’re so straight laced, I needed to break you down. I needed to get you out of your comfort zone. I needed you to love me unconditionally. You’re proving that unconditional love right now. And I love you for it.”
“You don’t think you’re taking advantage of my submissiveness and my need to please?”
Brent gave him a crooked smirk. “Of course, I am. I won’t apologize for that. I have needs, babe. You’re my boy. I love you. You want to please me. We’re perfect for each other.”
Liam nodded his head. “We are fucking perfect, aren’t we?”
“Fuck yeah, we are. In about ten minutes your beautiful muscle boy ass is going to be full of another man’s cock, and I don’t know if I will be able to hold back cumming all over your pretty face.”
Liam got chills. “Fuck,” he whispered. He floored the accelerator.
****
They met Dave at Brent’s house, and he was very eager to get started. Once inside the bedroom, Dave took the initiative and pushed Liam against the wall, ravaging his mouth with full tongue. Liam was taken by surprise and gave a grunt as he hit the wall. He was impressed with the smaller man’s strength and knew he wouldn’t have to tell him how he likes to get fucked. It was very clear that he and Brent had similar styles. What a power trip for Dave it must be to pin a guy twice his size to a wall and take charge.
Brent watched in anticipation. He stood back and took in the spectacle of the smaller man controlling his beast of a boyfriend. “Fuck yes,” he growled as he palmed his own cock through his Wranglers.
Liam opened his eyes while being kissed, looking at Brent and seeing the satisfaction on his man’s face. It made Liam want to please him more, so he kissed back aggressively. Dave slapped his palms against Liams massive chest and then kneaded the plump muscles.
Dave took a breath. “Fuck! You’re a solid motherfucker.” He looked at Brent. “I wanna fucking tackle this bitch.”
Before Liam could say anything, Brent replied, “He’s yours, bro. He won’t say no.”
Dave grinned. “Fucking Christ. I’m gonna beat your pussy to hell, bitch.”
Liam got a chill. The fuck talk was exactly like Brent’s. It’s why the sex was so good for them. Laim knew his place and Brent never let him forget it.
Liam looked at Brent again and then back down at Dave. “Show my man how much you want my pussy. I’m your bitch tonight.”
“Get the fuck out of those clothes,” Dave demanded. He watched the tall, blonde Adonis undress revealing a hard, cut body, wide shoulders, big traps, small waist and a big, thick dick standing erect. His massive thighs were corded with muscle, and his legs were obviously shaved smooth. “What a shame. Such a big cock wasted on such a big bitch.”
Brent chuckled. “No shit, right? Could you imagine him railing on some tight little ass? He would wreck any hole, but no. Nah, he’s a cunt. Aren’t ya, faggot?”
Liam stroked his long cock and nodded his head. He was getting into this. He knew it was roleplay for the benefit of the situation, but he also knew it was the truth for him and Brent. This was Liam’s first serious boyfriend. No other guy he dated or hooked up with ever satisfied his hunger for being dominate and fucked. Because of his size and stature, men just assumed he was a top. Imagine his surprise to meet Brent who lived to dominate bigger guys.
Liam stepped forward and grabbed the hem of Dave’s tight shirt and pulled it up and off is body. Now it was Liam’s turn to marvel. Dave was just as Liam suspected under those clothes. He was tight, compact, ripped. His muscles were perfectly proportioned to his body. Liam had to keep reminding himself that Brent and Dave were a perfectly average height and weight compared to his own larger, thicker, heavily muscled body. Everyone looked smaller to Liam.
“Your bitch likes my body, bro,” Dave said to Brent.
“He should because you’re built like me.”
Liam ran his hands over Dave’s smooth abs. “It’s like having two of you.”
Dave kicked off his cowboy boots and kicked them to the side. Liam unfastened Dave’s belt, unbuttoned his Wranglers and peeled the tight jeans down Dave’s muscular legs. Liam was down on his knees. He yanked down the man’s spandex boxer briefs allowing his thick, hard cock to spring up. Liam licked his lips and thrust his face forward, swallowing the cock whole all the way down to the root.
Dave’s eyes bugged out, his mouth opened and his head flew back. “FUCKING A!”
Brent watched with pride and excitement. He sat down on an armchair near the bed and pulled his hard cock out of his pants and stroked. Seeing his masculine, submissive boyfriend servicing another man was hot as fuck for him. He knew he was going to make this a regular thing, whether Liam wanted to or not.
Liam went to town on that cock. He stroked it as he bobbed back and forth on it. He looked up with his eyes at the aggressive, domineering dude fucking his face.
“OH SUCK MY COCK YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Dave roared. That made Liam suck him harder, sloppily, slurping noises filling the room.
Brent took in a deep breath, his heart raced. He was impressed by this hot guy treating his boyfriend like a whore. It made him so fucking happy.
Dave clasped his hands around Liam’s head. “Get your fucking faggot hands off my cock.” With Liam’s hands gone, Dave began to fuck his face hard. Yanking back and forth, gagging the muscle boy, making his eyes water, and his face turn red.
Liam kept eye contact with his aggressor. He knew there was nothing hotter than a hot dude giving direct eye contact while sucking cock. He sat on his knees, happily letting Dave use his mouth as a fuck hole. Liam noticed the thrusts became slower but deeper. He knew from experience Dave was about to cum. Liam knew what to do. I tried to tighten his throat to milk as much jizz as he could from the cock. Brent had trained him well. When they first started dating, Brent wasn’t satisfied with the way Liam sucked cock. It was too methodical and “scripted.” Brent put a stop to that shit immediately and trained him how to suck a dick properly. Within a few days, Liam was a cock-sucking pro.
Suddenly, Dave pushed Liam away. “Fuck no, you bitch. I’m not cumming in your whore mouth. All my boys go in that pussy.” He grabbed Liam by the elbow and pulled him up and then promptly shoved him back onto the bed. Liam’s muscled body bounced on the mattress.
“Fuck!” Liam exclaimed with a grin. “Fucking do it, bro!”
Brent’s eye lit up. He roughed Liam up all the time but seeing another man do it was definitely better. “Fuck yes, Dave. You handle that bitch.”
“All fours, cunt,” Dave commanded. “Face your man.”
Liam scurried into place. His triceps flexed holding up his massive frame. He looked at Brent and held eye contact. Brent gave him a nod and a thumbs up. Liam gave him a cocky smirk. God, Brent loved it when Liam got cocky.
Liam felt the bed give. He heard a bottle of lube click open. He felt a cold drizzle on his hole. He flinched at the cold liquid. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at his boyfriend. Then he felt something against his hole. Usually, Brent liked to finger him. It didn’t seem like Dave was interested. He was going in tight. Liam braced himself and closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable.
“Fuck the foreplay, cunt.” Dave shoved forward. Liam bellowed out a deep scream.
“FUUUUUCK!” His face was red, his eyes clenched shut. “OH GOD, OH SHIT!”
“Don’t be a fucking pussy,” Dave taunted him. Just for emphasis he drilled in with a heavy thrust forward to bury more of his cock.
“FUUUCK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Liam opened his eyes and looked up at Brent. He saw Brent jerking his cock very fast, very aggressive. Brent was getting off on his pain. Liam took short, deep breaths as he felt Dave pull out to the tip and thrust back in.
“FUUUUCK YOU, DAMN IT! DESTROY ME, BRO!”
Dave slapped his palms down on Liams muscles back. “You’re fucking pussy, bro. So fucking good!”
“Best pussy you ever had,” Brent commented from the chair. His voice was breathy and hungry.
“Best fucking pussy.” Dave began an onslaught of furious fucking into the muscled ass in front of him. He marveled at the way Liam’s back muscles flexed and popped. He watched Liam’s head flopping up and down, his blonde hair tousling.
Brent’s jaw dropped. He saw his boyfriend, the man he loved, taking a brutal fuck. It seemed painful, and if it was, Liam wasn’t going to let Dave know it. Finally, Liam looked up at Brent.
“He’s fucking my pussy, Brent,” Liam said in a cocky tone, smirking. “He fucking wrecking my cunt, bro.”
“Yeah, he is, babe.” Brent was double fisting his cock. “I told you that you would like it.”
“I fucking love it.” Liams biceps and triceps were swole. His cannonball shoulders gleamed with sweat. “I’m such a fucking whore, bro. Love being your whore.”
Brent closed his eye and reveled in his boyfriend’s words. He finally achieved what he thought might be impossible. He always wanted to fall in love with a man who wanted to be his whore too. He wanted a gorgeous man who other men lusted after. He wanted a man that made other guys jealous. And he wanted to whore that man out to show everyone how much control he had over a man of such strength and power.
“Am I doing good?” Liam asked him.
Brent nodded. “You’re doing fucking great. Let him wreck your pussy, babe. Let him use you.”
“Tighten that pussy, bitch. Break my dick off.” Dave was slamming into the stud with gusto. His hands clamped around Liams’ waist.
Liam did as he was told. He put all his might into squeezing his hole tighter. He was whimpering now between grunting and yelping. “Beat my pussy. Beat it up,” he groaned.
Dave reached forward and slapped his hands on Liam’s massive traps. He pulled back, raising the fuck boy to his knees, his back pressed against Dave’s chest.
“Oh god,” Liam moaned.
Dave reached around and took Liam’s cock in his hand and stroked. Dave put his mouth to his ear. “You fucking hole,” he growled. “Disgusting fucking faggot. You should NOT be getting hammered like this. You should he the one doing the wrecking. But no, you’re just a jack up, whore bag doing straight boy cosplay. Fuck you. What a waste of perfectly good cock.”
Liam’s chest rose and fell heavily. The words he heard made him get light headed. “I’m just a fucking hole, bro. I’m good for nothing but getting fucked by real men like you. All I’m good at is holding cum in my gut.”
Brent listened and half hoped Liam was telling the truth. He was sure part of it was roleplay but it did sound convincing.
Dave shoved him forward back down on the mattress. He reached forward and took a handful of Liam’s thick, blonde, and yanked his head back. Dave rode him like bronco, one hand on the reins, the other arm held out to the side for balance. “Takes me back to my rodeo days,” Dave smirked. He leaned forward and licked the side of Liam’s face. “Look at your man, bitch.” Liam cast his eyes down to Brent. “Show him you’re just a fucking cum hole.”
Liam swallowed hard. His hair was being pulled, he felt exposed.
“You a cum hole, Liam?” Brent asked.
“Uh huh,” Liam moaned back. Dave shoved him forward again, releasing his hair.
“Is that what you want to be for me?”
“Uh huh,” replied Liam. “Yes. Yes,” he repeated.
“You’re gonna put out for anyone I want you to.”
Liam nodded. “Yes... (grunt)... Sir.”
Dave had an evil grin on his face. He thought he’d died and went to heaven. Muscle fuck boy heaven.
“Good boy.”
Laim gave him another cocky smirk. His eyes were intense as he looked at his boyfriend. “I’m gonna whore out so hard for you, bro. Want to so bad. Make you fucking happy.”
“I’m gonna cum, bitch,” Dave announced and then jolted forward and roared like a lion. Liam felt the hot jizz shoot into his gut. “FUUUUCK! Right in your fucking pussy!”
“Fuck yes, fuck yes!” Liam tightened his hole.
“Shit,” Liam heard Brent say. He looked up and saw Brent rush forward towards him. Suddenly, a blast of cum splattered across Liam’s face. Brent stroked and stroked, shooting ropes of cum. “You fucking beautiful bitch!” he yelled out before stumbling back into the chair.
Liam felt the cum running down his face and felt his own cock shoot jets of jizz onto the mattress without touching himself. Then he fell forward flat on his chest. Dave came down with him, resting on his back. Liam was breathing heavily. Dave’s cock still hard and still inside.
“Don’t you fucking pull out,” Liam said suddenly finding his inner Alpha.
“Bitch, I stay hard for a long fucking time.”
Brent sat back down. He took in the sight. His big, jacked, macho boyfriend laying face down with a hot, muscular dom on his back and an ass full of cock.
“Christ, that was better than I thought it would be,” Brent said out of breath.
“No shit.” Dave kissed Liam on the on his shoulder. “You really should sell tickets.”
Liam chuckled. “Brent thinks I should start an OnlyFans.”
“I’d pay.” Dave flexed his cock.
“Mmm,” moaned Liam. “My pussy is gonna be so fucking sore after this.”
Dave kissed him again. “Your ass is so fat, bro. You can take a pounding. I’m not done with you yet.”
“No way you’re done with him. It’s my birthday and he’s gonna make sure you are drained of all your DNA before you leave.”
Brent’s cock was already hardening again. “On your back, legs up.” Dave slowly pulled out making Liam wince. “I wanna see your pretty face this time around. I’m gonna spread your legs wide like a female prostitute.”
Liam scrambled again and got on his back. “My favorite position,” he said with a grin. He lifted his big legs in the air and then proceeded to spread them wide.
Dave scooted forward and shoved inside the muscle boy. One of many more times that night and into the next day. After a nap, Brent and Dave tag teamed Liam for an hour. They eventually stopped when Liam begged them too. His ass was ruined.
After a shower, Dave got dressed and the two boyfriends walked him to the door.
“We’re doing this again,” he announced to them. Liam looked at Brent and smirked. “I’m not kidding,” Dave reiterated.
Brent nodded his head. “I like the way you think. Text me. We’ll set something up.”
“AFTER my pussy has recovered,” Liam chimed in. “AFTER.”
“Sounds good.” Dave opened the door and looked back at Liam. “Jesus,” he muttered and left.
Brent took his boyfriend in his arms. “You’re such a good boy.”
“You’re not kidding. You are going to make me do this again.”
“Of course. You liked it.”
Liam nodded. “I did. I should have listened to you.”
“Daddy knows best.” Brent kissed him. “Let’s go take a nap.”
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