I looked up. Hank was still at his table, but he had shifted his chair, just slightly. Angled it. And now his gaze, from across the room, was, I was sure, pinned directly on me. His expression was unreadable, his eyes partially shadowed by the brim of his hat on his thick skull, but the focus was absolute. This was it. He was going to call me over.
Cee and Gimp are subjected to intense “milking” procedures using drugs and machines to extract semen, causing physical strain and pain. Cee shows concern for Gimp, while tensions rise when Burt confronts Frank for overstepping. Afterward, routines shift, relationships change, and the farm’s dynamics become more unstable.
When Alpha Males go bump in the night, beautiful music can be heard. Christopher became the center of attention in several ways. Some good, some not-so-nice. But in the end, everything works out for the best. And the sex, well, it did not suffer or slow down. If anything, it intensified even more.
BlackAlpha marched ahead of his Coach. He paused at the top of the ramp way to take in the applause and unrestrained joy. The Ebony Hero was back. In a whirl, he flung off his gold robe then double bi-flexed for the audience, showing off his powerful 24” biceps and revealing his trimmed black armpit hair....
Ronnie positioned himself on the mat in front of Donald’s head, then surrounded his neck with his 33” quads. He pulled the Champ’s face forward until his lips brushed against Jackson’s sweaty Speedo-covered package—in a FACE-TO-CROTCH-SCISSORS—giving Donald a whiff of his manly scent. “Like that smell, Chump?” taunted the Ebony Hero.
“What in fuck do you think you’re doing?” Alex demanded.
Ryder grinned maniacally, squatted down in front of the hole to his right and ran his fingers along the crude rim. “Anybody in there? My dad’s here and he wants to suck some cock.”
Who knew a nasty bully could be tamed with one small kiss, and a public fuck. Man, Chris was having the time of his life on the Island as he met some new friends. Wyatt, the hung blond surfer and horsefarmer, was just too good-looking to pass up. The hunk and his friend enjoyed Chris and his cousins at the local dump. And they did dump a load.
Livingston said, “Let’s tie you in place for your big moment. Wouldn’t want you to miss it.” The Champ fisted the long strands of dreadlocks and tied them like a shoe lace with a bow around the top of the ring post. The Champ forced Ronnie off the middle turnbuckle so his body slunk downwards, held up only by his dreadlocks and arms.
Out in the middle of nowhere, the man who once dominated every hookup finds himself waiting, desperate, for the rough men who broke him. When Wade arrives alone—drunk, dominant, and hungry—the night turns savage… but when the brute finally collapses in his tent, the tables shift in ways neither of them expect.
Len arrives at the brutal Grayson State Correctional Facility, where survival depends on alliances. Gang leader Carlos offers protection in exchange for control. As Len gets wrapped up in a daring prison escape, betrayal and violence erupt.
After hearing that he'll face the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters in a contender match to take on the Champ Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist, BlackAlpha and Coach Stan reminisce about BlackAlpha's time in prison and his brutal 'stakes' match against the Ultimate Top.
“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh!” blubbered the former promoter as Gleason began to move his hips, forcing his hard cock forward, deep into Dawson’s throat, then back. Dawson’s eyes watered. Earl wasted no time in picking up his tempo, skull-fucking Dandy as his Bitch. His hairless balls slapped repeatedly into Dawson’s chin.
Dandy padded after Gleason down a corridor. He watched The Freak’s ass cheeks jiggle inside his tight white briefs. It was more than just Earl’s globes; his muscular hamstrings were cut as well. Dawson’s 7.5” cock twitched at the sight. He had never fucked Earl....
Former promoter Dandy Dawson admired his hairless 46” chest, 18” biceps and 32” waist. He double bi-flexed at himself, seeing his cropped dirty blonde armpit hair. His perfectly shaped 7.5” cock began to thicken in his briefs, pushing the pouch fabric forward. The outline of his mushroom head appeared.
He roughly kicked the former Champ’s legs apart and stepped in behind his ass before sliding his dick up and down through the lubed crack. Delwin nodded while continuing to skull fuck Samson. “This is where you fucking belong, Bitch,” Phillip snarled, as he SLAMMED his 8.5” hard dick into the former Champ’s hole. “OOOHHH!!!” moaned Samson....
I'm Eli, 18 y/o uni gymnast. My first year has been a whirlwind serving my hot, young coach who says it will help me improve my gymnastics and also my hot, str8 roomie who caught on and wanted a piece of the action. Last night they both used me together in a hotel room after coach walked in on Mason and I. Am I bound to serve them both now?
To clear his mind, Chris took a weekend off from building. He helped out at the ferry to let the sea breeze clear his brain. But even those days were filled with people trying to force themselves into his pants. Not that the bronzed, headstrong 19-year-old builder minded. But some guys take what isn’t given willingly. Sun, Sea, Music… and Sex.
Bobby hung his head dejectedly as he gasped for air. Phillip snickered, “We all know what you want, Bitch!” Placing his hands on the back of Hawk’s head, he pulled the jobber’s face into the bulging pouch of his black leather Speedo. Bobby felt the Blonde Alpha Sadist’s semi-hard cock behind the leather fabric....
His message was direct: "That’s my boy, desperate for Dad’s cock. Sunday night then. 7pm. Motel 6 on the Service Road. I’ll send you the room number when I get there. Wear a jock. If you don’t have one, buy one. Dad wants to see his boy in it. Wants to eat that sweet hole in it. Wants to fuck his baby boy all over the room in it."
Dawson loosened his grip on the back on DeLovely’s head. The Fabulous Vixen was an expert cocksucker. Her right hand surrounded Dandy’s balls and lightly tugged on them as she deep-throated the promoter. From the apron, Coach Stan started to say something but saw his boss was consumed by his horniness....
My eyes, almost against my will, flicked to Troy. He was frozen, a fuel line in his hand, watching me. His face was a mask of careful neutrality, but his eyes were wide, screaming a silent warning. He gave a slow, almost imperceptible shake of his head. No. Not like this.
As the Champ’s muscular body twitched at Gavras’s feet, the Relentless Contender raised his 24” biceps and flexed for the fans. The imprint of his big cut cock was now evident on the pouch of his white Speedo. He dropped his pose and reached inside his waistband to adjust his hardening dick, which now appeared at an angle....
College track star Steve Conrad partied too hard and tried to ride the morning's train without a ticket, conductor, Captain Michael Christopher, collected his fare in a far more personal currency. When three Pine Bluff police officers confront him outside the station, their charged after-hours gathering goes dangerously off the rails.
The brute driller of the Northern Pioneer Oil Rig Hank meets his agile new floorhand Noah. Hank’s solid, unmovable presence is tested by the inner courage of the graceful Noah, both scarred and looking for peace to be who they truly are. Will the mountain and the gymnast finally find a perfect fit in the most unforgiving place?
Miles McKinnon has always been straight, at least he made his way through life thinking he is. Everything changes for him when he is claimed by a guy who is stronger and more dominant than him.
On a remote back road the dangerous pull between fear and desire continues. After being pushed to his limits, a lone field workee realises the most frightening part isn’t just what they do to him, but how completely they strip away his resistance and make him feel trapped between fear, submission, and a dark, intoxicating pull toward them.
The hand was lost. The favor was owed.
Luka collects on his winnings, and what starts as worship turns into something none of them planned. Pride breaks. Control slips. And when two friends finally stop pretending, the real game begins.
Samson lodged Luis’s boyish face into his hairy armpit then dropped to one knee, putting the Champ in a DRAGON SLEEPER. Cortez’s nose pressed into Tino’s pit and inhaled his masculine sweaty scent. “DRA-GON! DRA-GON!” chanted the Trenton fans as the Mighty Gladiator beamed. He hollered “LIKE MY PIT, BITCH! I BET YOU DO!”
The story continues after Cassian got his first essence, a step to breaking the curse. Now, he needed to absorb it two more times from the guy he swore to hate.
Samson reached again for the waistband of the Champ’s Speedo. This time, however, he also grabbed the front of Luis’s poser. He yanked both back and the crowd went wild at the sight of Cortez’s black pubic hair and semi-hard 11” cock. Then Samson delivered another gut-punch—POW!—that rocketed the 19-year old’s body.
The 2nd mission. Brody chooses silence over truth. Parker chooses clarity over compromise. Strategic dishonesty leads to tactical abandonment as the deployment hits home. In a world of windowless rooms, the loudest sound is a signal going dark.
In the shadowed heart of ludus, Spartacus steps into a world of sweat-drenched sands and echoing roars, where first blood draws lines between allies and foes.
Luis…Champ!” Dawson broke in, “Brutus is solid. He’ll be in your corner. Hell, he’ll even spit roast Samson with you following your victory!” Chills ran up the promoter’s spine as he visualized the Mighty Gladiator on all fours getting rammed by Cortez’s 11” uncut cock while being face fucked by Brutus’s Anaconda….”