"Yea Clarkie boy. You can do that! I want to feel you putting your face right up in my crotch and chewing on my meat. Yea, Dougie, we are going on in the bedroom, you get us something to drink and come join us, OK?"
All Brad could think of for a few moments was, "Oh thank God I have an ass hole full of grease!" Jack's aim was right on target and his full body weight went directly into his cock which then went directly into Brad's ass.
Gary and Jon got in Gary's car. As they exited the parking lot, Gary looked at Jon and grinned. Jon returned the grin. For a moment neither man said anything!
In a place near San Diego's harbor, among a graveyard of rusted and paint-blotched warehouses, a hold-up appears in progress. Buckles flicker under opaque sun; leather murmurs in cool, marine air; and heavy boots positions and reposition their grips on the asphalt. A leather arm grips a neck. Another holds two smaller, flannelled arms. Keys jangle, chains protest: it is the taking of a valuable commodity.
Afraid of being discovered Michael quickly stuffed his purple headed cock back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. However without his shirt on he could not hide the rather obvious and massive tent in his pants.
I went to my basement shower and looked at my tattooed ass in a mirror. I felt like a slave whore. I had a man's name and date of ownership on my body, like I was a car or something. I was liking the idea of being my master's property. I didn't have to shave, but I already started worrying about how painful it was going to be in two weeks to have my cock, balls, ass, nipples, legs and body WAXED! Shit, that's gonna hurt!
Welcome back! At the end of the last chapter, I followed the nasty school bully Nathan like a zombie, unable to bring myself to turn around and continue my journey home. I walked behind him funtil we got to some woods, and then he led me to a den...
Mark and Bob join the boy-orgy: "The two muscular alpha males surrendered to the onslaught of youthful sexual appetites." Zack helps Randy purge his demons: "Two muscle-gods in the sun, one submitting his body to the jackhammer of the other." Randy reunites with Bob: "The handsome executive in his elegant tuxedo at the mercy of the gritty construction boss towering over him." Then the cop confronts the fireman.
Sir, Boss, Master, ALPHA, GOD.. They are just words. Billy is all of these things; 6'4", muscle, ripped, tattooed, pure power, the man, the top of the food chain.
In New York, Gil has been led around by Ben to doing offices to be used by friends of Ben. Now it was the next step where he'll be servicing four men at a time.
Randy's brutal revenge. "Not gonna be pretty," he tells the thugs, "but you see it never is when shit-for-brains mother-fuckers like you tangle with me ...... and hurt my buddy." Afterwards, Randy and Bob make spectacular love. "All the pent-up emotion ...... the pain, the fear, the sexual hunger ...... overflowed like an active volcano." As that chapter closes a new one opens: Mark and Hassan in the desert .... with Jamie.