A shy, naïve new boy applies for a job in the tribe's office. All goes well until he is shocked to stumble across Darius fucking Pablo. "No … I gotta go … I can't work here after what I saw. I'm outta here."
Muscle-jock Jason purges his narcissism in a 3-way orgy of muscle-worship with the gym-stud Lloyd and the gymnast Tommy. He replaces self-love with another obsession, his passionate love for his gypsy boy Ben.
Hot young fireman Jason is addicted to narcissism. Doc Steve's therapy has Jason body-worshiping himself front of a mirror, ordered by his buddies to jack off repeatedly until he finally overdoses on vanity.
the life of an omega in a world of werewolves is a tough one filled with cum, humilation, public displays, abuse of all forms, torture and gangbangs on a daily bases.
The rugged Marine Hassan evens the score with the Aussie hunk Adam when they face off in an alpha-male contest of endurance & machismo. Bound to each other they are equally captor and captive at the same time.
Two hot alpha males - Marine captain Hassan & Aussie leatherman Adam - meet in a dark alley. One surrenders his masculinity and grovels at the feet of the other who orders, "Open your mouth, stud. Eat it."
Ranger Pete challenges Grady in a scene from his Tarzan movie. Broken and humiliated after a savage gang fuck, Tarzan's muscular whip-striped body hangs limp in bondage, a naked fuck-slave begging for more.
Forbidden love. Superman-handsome Bob fucks sexy Italian Mario, the lover of Grady, the movie star Tarzan. Then construction boss Seth and his own son Will indulge their mutual lust. "I gotta have that ass."
Jean-Louis is a history buff and a graduate in leisure studies. He could write a thesis on mutual simultaneous oragenitalism, better known as the euphemistic French number "soixante-neuf".
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
The muscle-jock Bob wakes with a start to see the rugged gypsy Randy towering over him. "You can't be here, it's against the rules." "Fuck the rules, man. I need you real bad. And I always get what I want."
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
He then noticed another first-former standing sheepishly against the opposite wall of the corridor and as he glance down the corridor, saw the back-end of a fourth boy, running away from what was to become the
Bob, the handsome leader of the tribe is burned out from stress and loses the ability to love. A savage fuck from his gypsy lover Randy revolts him. It takes a shy young friend to teach Bob how to love again.
I fucked Bill for the third time. I took it up half a notch and pounded his well stretched arse into oblivion. Beside my effort Ted fucked Dillon with all his might, it was comical to watch but he gave it everything he had.
With our short break out of the way and fully refreshed, I finally stripped to match the nakedness of the others. I'm nowhere as muscled as Dillon but I was without a doubt the man in the room.
Six weeks later we were sitting in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. My home was barely recognisable. Dillon had moved in permanently a fortnight after the night his world shifted. He rearranged everything to suit his cleaning and cooking style. I didn't care, I wasn't going to be looking after any of the domestic stuff. The place had always been clean, now it was spotless.
At the beach young Tyler and Will get a surfing lesson from the hot blond surfer Jamie. Then the boys pay for their lesson by satisfying the needs of the horny muscle-jock sprawled wet and sexy on the sand.
I struggled out of slumber the next morn physically confused. I was in my own space but fully aroused, Dillon had been mouth working my cock over for some time, it seemed. As I regained composure I was surprised at how close I was.
As I dried he stepped back in and started lathering up. I dumped my towel and made for the bed. I was looking forward to an afternoon nap. Five minutes later I was joined by a steamy warm fuck boy, it was nice. Facing me I kissed him deeply, passionately and repeatedly. He kissed me back but there was, lack?
At two past the hour I arrived at the truck, dumping a drink laden ice box and general outing stuff in the back. Pleasingly he was already in place with a beach towel and sun lotion beside him. He was right about the gym, he still looked fully pumped. I was seriously impressed.
When chat had waned to a natural break, I nudged him with my leg as I spread myself preparing for the next round. He clued on quick and settled in between my knees, he sucked me down to my root cleaning my cock from the first bout. His mouth didn't take long to generate a steel like response. When I was sufficiently hard I took hold of each side of his chest and lifted him forward.