Mark takes the house's newcomer, Jamie, on trip up the coast. The youngster prides himself on being a ladies' man and resists the attraction he feels for the spectacular-looking cop. But when disaster strikes Jamie hears Mark's voice. "Don't fight it, Jamie. Let me hold you. I'll take care of you." Back home Mark tries to heal Pablo's wounded feelings. The shattering result pits cop against construction worker.
Darius gets to act out his most vivid cop fantasies with the muscle god Mark. He gazes at the cop, stripped to his underwear. "God, that's beautiful. I'll be beating off to that image for years." Pablo works as Randy's boy, his body slave, and earns a special reward. Bob shows off his perfect body for Randy. And the house is stunned by a violent intrusion.
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?...."
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."
The muscle stud Randy and beautiful cop Mark rescue the suffering Pablo. Randy takes brutal revenge. "You couldn't do this, Mark; it would be police brutality. But me I work freelance, so I can do what I want." Meanwhile, at home Bob helps Darius explore his fantasies. Bob: "How was that for a fantasy?" Darius: "Un- fucking believable! I'll jack off over that for years."
The leather stud, Randy: a dark, powerful demon, sinewy muscles rippling as he penetrated his victim. The cop, Mark: a blond god, his muscular, golden body flexing as he offered up his ass for the first time ever. The cop groaned. "Oh, God. It's incredible. I've never felt anything like this. Stay in me, man. Don't pull out. I need your cock in my ass please, sir."
The three beautiful men gazed in awe at the uniformed cop, an incredible muscle god, black shirt open to the waist baring his sculpted, perfect chest. He stood astride the musclebound, swarthy, macho top man who lay dazed and sprawled at his feet in total defeat. "So, I've broken you. Now your buddies will complete your humiliation. I'll enjoy watching them both fuck their master's ass into submission."
"Let's wrestle." They had been spoiling for a fight. Mark, the beautiful, muscular cop, a golden Greek God. Randy, the macho muscle stud top man. Equal in strength and beauty, they wrestle for supremacy. The prize? "The other guy's ass. The loser gets fucked in the ass." One muscle god wins. The loser begs, "I submit. You've broken me. I beg you, sir. Cum inside my ass."
Mike and Greg had been best friends since the eighth grade. They were like brothers and didn't keep secrets from each other or at least that's what Mike thought.
I was anxiously awaiting Vaughns return for the evening, I was on pins and needles just waiting for him to get here, I had no idea what was going to happen, I would just know I wanted it to happen.
He was in the area to check out a disturbance and I was checking him out, What a dream, walking in a Police uniform, I was instantly changed into a wimpering, studdering idiot, Please officer just take me in, Please!
It has always been my fantasy to watch my husband being man handled by another man and than fucked up the ass by a man who had finesse, but he was always so unwilling. A couple of years after my divorce, even though his mind was still dead against it, I made sure my fantasy became a reality.
A whaling siren, as a cop car sped toward us, brought me from my daydreams. My cock was painfully proud in my bell-bottoms, my hands gripping tightly upon Tex's solid sex. I brought my palms smartly around his waist, embarrassed flushes filling my cheeks.
As I gazed intently at him, I saw his eyes flash and his nostrils flare up. Following his line of sight, I saw her - and I drew in my breath. She had appeared at the top of the staircase and stood there, knowing that all eyes were slowly being drawn to her and the cacophony of boisterous conversation throughout the room was bubbling down to gossipy whispers behind gloved hands and fans.
Binggum went on ahead in a big, white stretch limousine, while CJ and I waited for the contracts to be typed and copied. Before we left, I slipped off to the men's room and exchanged my white shirt, tie, and suit jacket for a billowy cotton pullover peasant's shirt with a deep slit down the front held together by a lacing and topped by a black leather vest.
The hard penetration was becoming harder now. Each inward thrust nearly lifted him up off his feet, as the tempo suddenly slowed down. He didn't know which was harder, the rapid fire of that cock into his ass, or this new slow and deep thrusts. Each one harder and deeper than the previous one. Each one nearly making him lift up into the air. The Trooper held him tight, and he heard him groaning constantly.
Folsom's mind was racing. In the horror of what he saw and the short time that he was in the room, could he possibly have overlooked seeing a thick and bloody dildo of some sixteen inches in length on the floor by the body? No, he couldn't imagine that being possible. He was a trained cop.
I don't know how many times they made me suck their dicks or how much cum they shot in my mouth and on my face. I lost track of time, what with all the poppers and chloroform. They were taking more and more pictures. I don't think I lost consciousness, but I can't be sure.