Ansh’s eyes, dark and commanding, held his. That faint, dangerous smile didn’t fade. “Think you can get hard again?" The taste was explosive—salt, sweat, and the distinct, musky flavor of his own ass and their combined cum
Leon keeps his promise to go on the trip, but before they arrive on the private island owned by A.S.S. he meets Shiro and Hans. They go on a very special private jet trip commemorating with Taye for a bit and learning some very special lessons and feelings about anal destruction and brotherly support for sodomy addiction.
"This is you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine as he moved inside me. He stilled me, forcing my body to relax, his rhythm now a desperate but forceful deliberate reclaiming. “This, right here.” His hand gripped my pectoral muscle, his fingers outlining my heart. “This is mine. Remember? He cannot touch this."
The Minotaur's member was as long as a spear, and looked as much as dangerous. Theseus had ventured into the depths of the Labyrinth to slay the beast, yet found himself navigating the equally perilous maze of his own soul. What secrets lie at the very heart of the Labyrinth? Will the fated hero be able to conquer the abominable creature?
River and Che are home from their Thanksgiving Holiday at the reservation. The vacation was a huge eye-opener for Riv, and he was ready to move on with his life.
Leon wakes up from the ball getting to meet a couple of friends and to sign his contract to officially join the A.S.S.! He confirms his partnership, takes some stretching getting used to the his bright future as a complete anal submission and destruction. (This is a softer chapter, but we will have more extreme stuffing in the next chapters!)
Daniel gets a special surprise from Mateo as they finally get to enjoy each other's bodies in a private setting. A lot of anal perverted acts take place in this joyful destructive probable finale. (I probably won't write more about this couple as I have other stories to post. I can keep doing something with them if they're requested though).
The first of two chapters about a couple of construction workers on a job site who find each other. The second chapter will hopefully be posted tomorrow.
I looked down the narrow aisle at the comically small door of the lavatory. I looked back at his six-foot-two, solid-muscle frame of 240 pounds. “In there?” I hissed. My 57-year-old retired police officer with the daring rejuvenated freedom of a teenage delinquent lately with the physique of a Roman gladiator grinned. How could I say no?
I fought for a feeling. For the memory of Theron's mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, the look in his eyes that saw me, and not the ghost of a better son. And that feeling, that secret warmth, was the only reason my trembling legs still held me up. It was not my weakness. It was the only strength I had left.