The time has finally come for Randy to make love to Pablo. For the first time in his life he's nervous. Randy always plays rough but he's afraid of hurting the beautiful young man. But Pablo surprises him. "It's OK, sir. I'm not scared. I know you're gonna fuck me. I want to be completely at your mercy. I'll do anything for you, sir. Anything."
Randy reasserts his love for his muscular buddy Bob in an intensely sexual and intimate way. "I'm wild about you, man. Nothing in the world could feel like this." Meanwhile tension between Darius and Pablo explodes. Randy is incensed. "These two assholes think it's OK to fight each other. I won't be insulted by two fucking scabby-kneed kids. I'll deal with this my way."
The three muscle gods define their relationship as Bob is fucked by the other two magnificent men . the golden, god-like uniformed cop, and the dark, swarthy muscular demon. Like being penetrated by God and the devil at once Later Randy's affection for young Pablo builds toward a stunning conclusion. "Pablo, there's something important I want you to think hard about." "Yes, sir?...."
After the magic night I could not imagine their fantasy without a lot of my favorite member of Cyril. I'm very bored, and I told the doctor I wanted to Cyril again slammed me in the ass. But he did not call. I was very upset and even thought that maybe I did not like. And so desperate I decided to go to the doctor again and ask him for advice.
Two young men searching for their sexuality and finding it only to never let it control their lives. It is hot and sensitive with 4 letter words used where needed. It is descriptive with sexual moments throughout the story - It is stirring but actually obscene. It is fiction.
Having demolished the beautiful cop, Randy turns his anger on his muscular lover Bob. "You're gonna beg to call me sir before I've finished with you." But Bob won't submit: "I just need to know you still love me." Meanwhile, the gorgeous cop orders Pablo to fuck Darius for the first time. "Now you've gotta take care of me," he says. "On your knees."
The muscle-god showdown. The beautiful cop Mark has fucked Bob and now confronts the big construction worker Randy. One challenges: "We'll see how much you can take. I'll break your body and mind. I'll make you crawl. But I warn you, I play rough." The other is defiant: "The rougher the better, asshole. Bring it on. I can take anything you dish out, and more."
Randy finally lets the beautiful cop Mark fuck Bob's ass, but the result is shattering . Bob looks up at the perfect features of the god-like face as Mark penetrates him. "Oh, God. I've never felt anything like this. You're my master." Randy is destroyed. "You win Mark. You've beaten me. You've taken my most precious possession. He's yours now. You own him."
After a brief moment of confusion he remembered, along with the events of the night before. Prison. Fuck. It was all real. He was lying on his side in bed facing the grey wall, dick semi-hard from sleep inside his boxers, the fabric slightly crunchy with dried cum.
Randy and Mark enter a living hell in the desert. The two muscle gods find themselves at the mercy of the Baxter boys, out to avenge their daddy and brothers. They endure sadistic, muscle-wrenching torture, bondage and humiliation, forced into degrading sex acts. "Handsome muscle-stud bodybuilders like you think you're hot shit," the thug says. "I'm really gonna enjoy working you over."
I had finished college. I was looking to go back for my masters degree, but I wanted to take a year off. I also wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, so I took a job as a farm hand for a year.