oheavens
He’s a photographer, a damn good one at that if today’s attendance in this little exhibition of his is any sort of indication. He stood in the centre of the crowd, laughing with a bunch of people looking like they have a definite interest in his craft. I have no doubt many of them will spend good money to own one of his works. And I can almost say with certainty which photo they are the most interested in.
The self portrait, the one that made every muscle on his chest, abs and shoulders stand out. The light in the photo made him look even larger and more defined. The smile on his face made him look completely satisfied with what is happening. A lot of compliments are directed to him because of this photo. Truly masculine, they said. They also described it as the best self taken photo ever.
I had to smirk and turn away. First off, he didn’t take that photo, I did. And I wonder what they would say if they know the circumstance of which the photo is taken. How would they react if they know that in all his masculinity, at the time the photo was taken, my rock hard cock was deeply buried into his ass hole. His smile was pleasure. Pleasure and self satisfaction because this was the first time he managed to ride my cock and cum hands free. He shot his load all over my abs as he ride himself up and down the full length of my cock, screaming in ecstasy as he fucked himself so hard that he can’t hold his load back. It is the face of knowing that he is such a slut for my cock that he physically surrender his ass and body to bring me pleasure. And in the process he uncontrollably fucked a load out of himself by riding on my cock.
And now, prints after prints of this intimate moment will be hanging on people’s walls across the globe. He will forever be documented as my muscle bitch, the moment of his undeniable need for my cock immortalize in the name of art.
I grabbed him and pulled him out of the crowd. He tried to protest but I left him no choice. I half dragged him out of the room as he called back his excuses to the people he was previously talking to. I pulled him to a private area reserve for the artist and closed the door behind me.
I started to stripped him. He knew what I was after and tried to bargain. He offered a blow job. Seeing that I was unmoved, he offered to just lower his pants for a quick fuck. I silently ignored him and stripped all his clothes off. I opened my pants and sat back. He looked at the throbbing hard cock of mine, standing up in the air and I can see the understanding on his face. I didn’t need to say it. He knew what he is supposed to do. I watched as he climbed up on top of me and lowered himself down until the head of my cock rests against his hole. He moaned as he lowered himself down, impaling himself onto the length of my cock. He gasped but kept sitting lower until my pubes connected to his balls. His cock now standing fully tall and hard, pointing to the sky.
He shook his head slightly, probably in disbelief at what he is now willing to do. He probably remember the first time I fucked him, how he struggle and cried and begged me not to do it, not to bitch him out. And now look at him, willingly riding a cock, and in heat over the almost dry penetration. His cock throbbed and a clear drop of precum leaked out of his shaft. I caught it with my finger. He grabbed my wrist and sucked my wet digit into his mouth, moaning slightly like a common whore.
He started to ride. A hard fast pace because he knew he can’t stay for too long. He rode hard and fast, bouncing up and down my cock like his life depended on it. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself from screaming out loud at the pleasure of my cock hitting him deep inside. He finally let out a whimper, a sound that I now recognized. Not wanting him to get his load all over my clothes, I grabbed the closest plastic cup and placed it right over his cock. Not a moment sooner because he started to cum, another hands free orgasm that he fucked out of himself my riding on my cock like some cock hungry little bitch. His face once again resembled that photo so prominently displayed in the gallery two doors down from us.
He slowed down, but a slap on his ass reminded him that his pleasure is only secondary. He started to ride again, this time he is exhausted from his own orgasm and the growing pain of my hard cock up his ass. He never really learnt how to take my thick cock. In the heat of the moment, I know he can ignore the pain, but now that he cum, I know each stroke is increasingly difficult for him. With an evil glint in my eyes, I hold my own load back. Making him work for it. Despite his muscular body and athletic abilities, his legs are shaky from the long and fast paced ride. I can see him visibly suffering towards the end and I cannot resist taking a photo. The mixture of painful submissiveness on his face will make a fine addition to my collection.
Finally I took pity on him and flipped him over and started to pound his ass. He moaned in blissful relief but at the same time steeled himself for a pounding. An a pounding is exactly what he got. He almost screamed out loud at points in time if it wasn’t for that fact that he remembered where he is and bite onto his own underwear to silent himself.
When I am finally done with him, I watched with satisfaction at his difficulty in getting dressed. His wobbly legs hardly supporting him. I watched as he moved bow-legged out the door, holding into the door and the walls for support.
His exhibition was a success. Many prints of him getting the load ducked out of him will be kept by many collectors across the globe. And, while I watched from the sidelines at the people who are paying an extraordinary amount for a photo, I contemplated about my next project. What compromising position should I snap a picture to be the centre piece of his next show.
I have never been a big fan of photography, but I certainly enjoy fucking him and taking photos of it, using these photos as the centrepiece of what people will remember his career by.
All In the name of art, of course.

He’s a photographer, a damn good one at that if today’s attendance in this little exhibition of his is any sort of indication. He stood in the centre of the crowd, laughing with a bunch of people looking like they have a definite interest in his craft. I have no doubt many of them will spend good money to own one of his works. And I can almost say with certainty which photo they are the most interested in.

The self portrait, the one that made every muscle on his chest, abs and shoulders stand out. The light in the photo made him look even larger and more defined. The smile on his face made him look completely satisfied with what is happening. A lot of compliments are directed to him because of this photo. Truly masculine, they said. They also described it as the best self taken photo ever.

I had to smirk and turn away. First off, he didn’t take that photo, I did. And I wonder what they would say if they know the circumstance of which the photo is taken. How would they react if they know that in all his masculinity, at the time the photo was taken, my rock hard cock was deeply buried into his ass hole. His smile was pleasure. Pleasure and self satisfaction because this was the first time he managed to ride my cock and cum hands free. He shot his load all over my abs as he ride himself up and down the full length of my cock, screaming in ecstasy as he fucked himself so hard that he can’t hold his load back. It is the face of knowing that he is such a slut for my cock that he physically surrender his ass and body to bring me pleasure. And in the process he uncontrollably fucked a load out of himself by riding on my cock.

And now, prints after prints of this intimate moment will be hanging on people’s walls across the globe. He will forever be documented as my muscle bitch, the moment of his undeniable need for my cock immortalize in the name of art.

I grabbed him and pulled him out of the crowd. He tried to protest but I left him no choice. I half dragged him out of the room as he called back his excuses to the people he was previously talking to. I pulled him to a private area reserve for the artist and closed the door behind me.

I started to stripped him. He knew what I was after and tried to bargain. He offered a blow job. Seeing that I was unmoved, he offered to just lower his pants for a quick fuck. I silently ignored him and stripped all his clothes off. I opened my pants and sat back. He looked at the throbbing hard cock of mine, standing up in the air and I can see the understanding on his face. I didn’t need to say it. He knew what he is supposed to do. I watched as he climbed up on top of me and lowered himself down until the head of my cock rests against his hole. He moaned as he lowered himself down, impaling himself onto the length of my cock. He gasped but kept sitting lower until my pubes connected to his balls. His cock now standing fully tall and hard, pointing to the sky.

He shook his head slightly, probably in disbelief at what he is now willing to do. He probably remember the first time I fucked him, how he struggle and cried and begged me not to do it, not to bitch him out. And now look at him, willingly riding a cock, and in heat over the almost dry penetration. His cock throbbed and a clear drop of precum leaked out of his shaft. I caught it with my finger. He grabbed my wrist and sucked my wet digit into his mouth, moaning slightly like a common whore.

He started to ride. A hard fast pace because he knew he can’t stay for too long. He rode hard and fast, bouncing up and down my cock like his life depended on it. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself from screaming out loud at the pleasure of my cock hitting him deep inside. He finally let out a whimper, a sound that I now recognized. Not wanting him to get his load all over my clothes, I grabbed the closest plastic cup and placed it right over his cock. Not a moment sooner because he started to cum, another hands free orgasm that he fucked out of himself my riding on my cock like some cock hungry little bitch. His face once again resembled that photo so prominently displayed in the gallery two doors down from us.

He slowed down, but a slap on his ass reminded him that his pleasure is only secondary. He started to ride again, this time he is exhausted from his own orgasm and the growing pain of my hard cock up his ass. He never really learnt how to take my thick cock. In the heat of the moment, I know he can ignore the pain, but now that he cum, I know each stroke is increasingly difficult for him. With an evil glint in my eyes, I hold my own load back. Making him work for it. Despite his muscular body and athletic abilities, his legs are shaky from the long and fast paced ride. I can see him visibly suffering towards the end and I cannot resist taking a photo. The mixture of painful submissiveness on his face will make a fine addition to my collection.

Finally I took pity on him and flipped him over and started to pound his ass. He moaned in blissful relief but at the same time steeled himself for a pounding. An a pounding is exactly what he got. He almost screamed out loud at points in time if it wasn’t for that fact that he remembered where he is and bite onto his own underwear to silent himself.

When I am finally done with him, I watched with satisfaction at his difficulty in getting dressed. His wobbly legs hardly supporting him. I watched as he moved bow-legged out the door, holding into the door and the walls for support.

His exhibition was a success. Many prints of him getting the load ducked out of him will be kept by many collectors across the globe. And, while I watched from the sidelines at the people who are paying an extraordinary amount for a photo, I contemplated about my next project. What compromising position should I snap a picture to be the centre piece of his next show.

I have never been a big fan of photography, but I certainly enjoy fucking him and taking photos of it, using these photos as the centrepiece of what people will remember his career by.

All In the name of art, of course.

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"Shit." He gasped as my fist landed on his guts. He smirked at me. I punched him again harder. He let out another soft sound of air getting knocked out of him. The smirk also got knocked off his face. 
I grabbed both of his nipples and pulled them towards me. "I told you to come here in a jock. What the fuck are you wearing?”  
"Boxers." He answered cheekily. That earned him another fist to his abs. 
"These are not only boxers. They are stupid looking boxers too." I said, pulling then snapping the waistband back against his skin.
"That’s because you don’t know how to appreciate them." He said. I punched him again in the guts. 
"You will learn." I said. "You will learn to remember exactly what I say." 
"You can try." He replied with attitude.
I slapped him across the face. He turned his head back to look at me. He started to say something but he never did get to say it. I slapped him against. He once again turned his head back and tried to do something, I don’t know what it was, talk or maybe even spat in my face. But my answer to that was to slap him again before he had a chance to do so. Then I slapped him one more time, just to drive the point home. 
I grabbed his face. “Do you understand who calls the shots around here?” I asked him. 
"Fuck you." He spat back at me. My fist once again connected with his guts, except this time hard enough that he sagged on the ropes for a bit before regaining his footing.
"Let’s try that again. Who calls the shots around here?" I asked him. 
He briefly contemplated defying me. But looking into my eyes, he must know that I would not hesitate in punching him again. Except this time much harder. 
"You." He quietly whispered. 
"What did you say?" I asked as I slapped his face. 
"You. You fucking call the shots. Happy now?" He burst out. 
I slapped him again. He looked at me with a shocked look. “Show me respect boy. Or I guarantee this will get a lot worst.”
His mouth opened to protest, but he apparently learned a lesson. “Yes Sir.” He said. 
"Get those stupid boxers off." I said to him.
He looked at me with an incredulous look in his eyes. “I’m tied up.” He said, shaking his bounds to emphasize his point.
I punched him in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. As he was gasping for breath, I told him. “It is not my job to tell you how to do it. Consider this as something you have to do. And you better do it quick. I will use you as a human punching bag until you get those stupid boxers off.”
I kept my word and started to punch almost immediately. He knew better than to try and reason. He at first tried to struggle out of the bounds. But seeing that is not an option, he started to rub his ass up and down the wall, hoping that the friction will pull his boxers off for him. .
It still took him five or six punches before he finally got them off. The boxers pooled around his ankles and I kept punching until he kicked them off completely.
I started to rub my hands up and down his naked body. “That’s good. See how much better it is when you obey?” I asked. Then I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “And how much worst it is when you don’t?” With that I accented the statement with a hard jab to his guts, leaving him gasping for air from the pain. Just to drive the point home. 
I loosen his bounds and threw him over a bench. I tied his wrist and ankles down this time. I looked at him briefly with his ass high in the air. Then I took a paddle off the wall and started to paddle his ass. 
I didn’t really care what he was saying or how me was struggling. He was at first silent. Then he started to beg for me to stop. Realizing that begging isn’t helping, he started to swear at me. Even going as far as threatening me. I just kept spanking. I continued to hit him until all he can do is cry.
It was then that I finally paused. “Tell me how much you need to get fucked.” I said to him.
"I don’t need to get fucked. I don’t want to get fucked at all." He said with tears in his voice. "Just let me go."
I started to spank again. After about another 5 or 6 hits and him sobbing and crying, I said again. “Tell me how much you need to get fucked.”
He is sobbing. “I’ve had enough today. Just let me go.” 
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “I decide when you have had enough. And that fucking attitude is clear indication that you haven’t had enough.” I started to spank again. 
He started to scream but I ignored him. Eventually he caved. “I’ll get fucked. Just stop! Please just stop. Stop.”
I grabbed his head back by his hair. “I don’t think you understand boy. The fucking was an offer I made you and you turned me down. What made you think that I will give you a second chance. Huh?” 
"Please. Please I’m begging you. Please fuck me." He cried. I loosen his bounds and flipped him on his back.
"Are you sure? I thought you just wanted me to let you go." I said. Teasing him and his so fake freedom.
"No. No! I need to get fucked. Please fuck me." He begged as I pulled his legs up and wide open.
"Well if you insists." I smirked. I rammed hard into his unprepared ass. He screamed.
I brushed his face gently. Then I grabbed his chin and neck and turned his face to the side roughly together with a hard slam of my cock into his hole. “What’s the matter boy? I thought you wanted to get fucked? Does it feel that great that you can’t even stop screaming?” I asked, pounding him harder.
He screamed again. I spat on his face. “Fucking answer me! You want me to spank you instead?”
"It feel so good. It feels good!" He yelled. 
"Fucking right. Better fuck you harder since you are loving it so much right?" I said as I started an even faster and harder pace.
"Yes.Yes!" He whimpered as he tried to bite back the screams.
I knew I wouldn’t last too much longer, so I gave it one final run and slammed the last few strokes into him. I cum a huge load up his ass as he screams from my brutal usage of his jock cunt.
Finally satisfied with my usage of his body, I pulled my cock out of his ass. I looked at his pussy, so red and abused. 
I smiled at him, a bright and delightful smile on my face. He noticed and his face took on an expression of utter horror. He knew this cannot end well for him. Before he had the time to register how to protect himself, I punched him full in the guts.
He crawled into a ball immediately from the pain, but to my satisfaction, my load first shot out then start dripping consistently from his fucked out jock pussy.
A damn fine sight if I say so myself. A damn masterpiece. Unfortunately, despite the perfectness of his suffering, I know it will eventually end. Perfection that is doomed to fade into only fragments of memories. He will remember it. I hope he learned that when I say something, I expect him to remember.
Looking at him, I am not convinced he will remember the lesson properly. I must help him in this process.
"Since you are so forgetful, we are going to repeat the lesson tomorrow." I told him.
I walked out of the room as he let out a wail of despair.

"Shit." He gasped as my fist landed on his guts. He smirked at me. I punched him again harder. He let out another soft sound of air getting knocked out of him. The smirk also got knocked off his face. 

I grabbed both of his nipples and pulled them towards me. "I told you to come here in a jock. What the fuck are you wearing?  

"Boxers." He answered cheekily. That earned him another fist to his abs. 

"These are not only boxers. They are stupid looking boxers too." I said, pulling then snapping the waistband back against his skin.

"That’s because you don’t know how to appreciate them." He said. I punched him again in the guts. 

"You will learn." I said. "You will learn to remember exactly what I say." 

"You can try." He replied with attitude.

I slapped him across the face. He turned his head back to look at me. He started to say something but he never did get to say it. I slapped him against. He once again turned his head back and tried to do something, I don’t know what it was, talk or maybe even spat in my face. But my answer to that was to slap him again before he had a chance to do so. Then I slapped him one more time, just to drive the point home. 

I grabbed his face. “Do you understand who calls the shots around here?” I asked him. 

"Fuck you." He spat back at me. My fist once again connected with his guts, except this time hard enough that he sagged on the ropes for a bit before regaining his footing.

"Let’s try that again. Who calls the shots around here?" I asked him. 

He briefly contemplated defying me. But looking into my eyes, he must know that I would not hesitate in punching him again. Except this time much harder. 

"You." He quietly whispered. 

"What did you say?" I asked as I slapped his face. 

"You. You fucking call the shots. Happy now?" He burst out. 

I slapped him again. He looked at me with a shocked look. “Show me respect boy. Or I guarantee this will get a lot worst.”

His mouth opened to protest, but he apparently learned a lesson. “Yes Sir.” He said. 

"Get those stupid boxers off." I said to him.

He looked at me with an incredulous look in his eyes. “I’m tied up.” He said, shaking his bounds to emphasize his point.

I punched him in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. As he was gasping for breath, I told him. “It is not my job to tell you how to do it. Consider this as something you have to do. And you better do it quick. I will use you as a human punching bag until you get those stupid boxers off.”

I kept my word and started to punch almost immediately. He knew better than to try and reason. He at first tried to struggle out of the bounds. But seeing that is not an option, he started to rub his ass up and down the wall, hoping that the friction will pull his boxers off for him. .

It still took him five or six punches before he finally got them off. The boxers pooled around his ankles and I kept punching until he kicked them off completely.

I started to rub my hands up and down his naked body. “That’s good. See how much better it is when you obey?” I asked. Then I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “And how much worst it is when you don’t?” With that I accented the statement with a hard jab to his guts, leaving him gasping for air from the pain. Just to drive the point home. 

I loosen his bounds and threw him over a bench. I tied his wrist and ankles down this time. I looked at him briefly with his ass high in the air. Then I took a paddle off the wall and started to paddle his ass. 

I didn’t really care what he was saying or how me was struggling. He was at first silent. Then he started to beg for me to stop. Realizing that begging isn’t helping, he started to swear at me. Even going as far as threatening me. I just kept spanking. I continued to hit him until all he can do is cry.

It was then that I finally paused. “Tell me how much you need to get fucked.” I said to him.

"I don’t need to get fucked. I don’t want to get fucked at all." He said with tears in his voice. "Just let me go."

I started to spank again. After about another 5 or 6 hits and him sobbing and crying, I said again. “Tell me how much you need to get fucked.”

He is sobbing. “I’ve had enough today. Just let me go.” 

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “I decide when you have had enough. And that fucking attitude is clear indication that you haven’t had enough.” I started to spank again. 

He started to scream but I ignored him. Eventually he caved. “I’ll get fucked. Just stop! Please just stop. Stop.”

I grabbed his head back by his hair. “I don’t think you understand boy. The fucking was an offer I made you and you turned me down. What made you think that I will give you a second chance. Huh?” 

"Please. Please I’m begging you. Please fuck me." He cried. I loosen his bounds and flipped him on his back.

"Are you sure? I thought you just wanted me to let you go." I said. Teasing him and his so fake freedom.

"No. No! I need to get fucked. Please fuck me." He begged as I pulled his legs up and wide open.

"Well if you insists." I smirked. I rammed hard into his unprepared ass. He screamed.

I brushed his face gently. Then I grabbed his chin and neck and turned his face to the side roughly together with a hard slam of my cock into his hole. “What’s the matter boy? I thought you wanted to get fucked? Does it feel that great that you can’t even stop screaming?” I asked, pounding him harder.

He screamed again. I spat on his face. “Fucking answer me! You want me to spank you instead?”

"It feel so good. It feels good!" He yelled. 

"Fucking right. Better fuck you harder since you are loving it so much right?" I said as I started an even faster and harder pace.

"Yes.Yes!" He whimpered as he tried to bite back the screams.

I knew I wouldn’t last too much longer, so I gave it one final run and slammed the last few strokes into him. I cum a huge load up his ass as he screams from my brutal usage of his jock cunt.

Finally satisfied with my usage of his body, I pulled my cock out of his ass. I looked at his pussy, so red and abused. 

I smiled at him, a bright and delightful smile on my face. He noticed and his face took on an expression of utter horror. He knew this cannot end well for him. Before he had the time to register how to protect himself, I punched him full in the guts.

He crawled into a ball immediately from the pain, but to my satisfaction, my load first shot out then start dripping consistently from his fucked out jock pussy.

A damn fine sight if I say so myself. A damn masterpiece. Unfortunately, despite the perfectness of his suffering, I know it will eventually end. Perfection that is doomed to fade into only fragments of memories. He will remember it. I hope he learned that when I say something, I expect him to remember.

Looking at him, I am not convinced he will remember the lesson properly. I must help him in this process.

"Since you are so forgetful, we are going to repeat the lesson tomorrow." I told him.

I walked out of the room as he let out a wail of despair.

wellcoached
"Dude, we are in public." He said. 

"Dude, I don’t care." I said. I wrapped my hands tighter around him and brushed my fingers lower and lower across his abs. 

"I am going to get hard and embarrass myself." He groaned.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I whispered into his ear. 

He paused for a moment while my fingers pushed lower, resting right above his waistband. “Fuck.” He softly moaned. My finger teasingly pushed a little below his waistband, he squirmed and gasped lightly. “No.” He whispered, turning his head slightly and burying his eyes into my neck. Unable to stop me yet unable to face the humiliation of how expertly I am playing his body. 

The blade of glass he was chewing on fell from his mouth without him realizing it. He buried his face into my chest and neck as he tried to muffle his moans against me. 

I brushed my fingers even lower, tracing over the top of his shorts where his cock is. I traced over the hard and throbbing length that is tenting his shorts up. The two guys beside us are openly staring. One of them let out a “holy shit” but I didn’t acknowledge him. I can feel my muscle boy stiffen at the sound, knowing that he is exposed. But he didn’t move away from me, just burying his face deeper into me. 

I looked down and rubbed his head a little with my free hand. “I want you to cum for me. Right here in public. Can you do that for me?”

He was still for a moment before reluctantly nodding. I smiled in approval and my hands traced all over his body. But my hands otherwise stayed clear of his cock. I played with his nipples, his face, his ears, everything but direct contact with his cock. Instead he is left there, frustrated but able to do anything about it. 

I continued to play with his body. Taking him up and down the hills of pleasure. All the while I whispered into his ears, telling him how impressed I am with him and how he is proving to be my obedient little slut. 

Before long, he is humping the empty air above him. I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted them. He let out a loud whine and his shorts darken in the pattern that left little doubt that he had just creamed his pants. 

There are some guys who gathered to watch who started to clap. He tried to bury himself inside me from shame. I hugged him for a bit, letting him come down from his orgasm before I pushed him back.

I pulled him up. ”That’s my good boy.” I said, rubbing his now slight sweaty chest and shoulders. 

He nodded but still kept his head down, unable to face the situation where he just lost a load in his pants from me manipulating his body in front of an audience. 

He tried to block his wet spot with his hands. I smiled at how humiliated he is now that he had cum. 

"Come. Put those hands down." I said. "If you walk to the car with your hands at your side, I will fuck you senseless tonight."

He shook his head. I leaned in and whispered in his ears. “Come on. It will turn me on so much to see you standing there with your wet pants. You cum for me didn’t you? Show me. Show me how much you need me.” He reluctantly put down his hands. 

I smiled at his surrender. Little did he know I have every intention of fucking him tonight regardless of him obeying me or not. But he does it anyway. Because being submissive to me is in his nature. 

Like a moth to a flame.
"Dude, we are in public." He said. 
"Dude, I don’t care." I said. I wrapped my hands tighter around him and brushed my fingers lower and lower across his abs. 
"I am going to get hard and embarrass myself." He groaned.
"Do you really want me to stop?" I whispered into his ear. 
He paused for a moment while my fingers pushed lower, resting right above his waistband. “Fuck.” He softly moaned. My finger teasingly pushed a little below his waistband, he squirmed and gasped lightly. “No.” He whispered, turning his head slightly and burying his eyes into my neck. Unable to stop me yet unable to face the humiliation of how expertly I am playing his body. 
The blade of glass he was chewing on fell from his mouth without him realizing it. He buried his face into my chest and neck as he tried to muffle his moans against me. 
I brushed my fingers even lower, tracing over the top of his shorts where his cock is. I traced over the hard and throbbing length that is tenting his shorts up. The two guys beside us are openly staring. One of them let out a “holy shit” but I didn’t acknowledge him. I can feel my muscle boy stiffen at the sound, knowing that he is exposed. But he didn’t move away from me, just burying his face deeper into me. 
I looked down and rubbed his head a little with my free hand. “I want you to cum for me. Right here in public. Can you do that for me?”
He was still for a moment before reluctantly nodding. I smiled in approval and my hands traced all over his body. But my hands otherwise stayed clear of his cock. I played with his nipples, his face, his ears, everything but direct contact with his cock. Instead he is left there, frustrated but able to do anything about it. 
I continued to play with his body. Taking him up and down the hills of pleasure. All the while I whispered into his ears, telling him how impressed I am with him and how he is proving to be my obedient little slut. 
Before long, he is humping the empty air above him. I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted them. He let out a loud whine and his shorts darken in the pattern that left little doubt that he had just creamed his pants. 
There are some guys who gathered to watch who started to clap. He tried to bury himself inside me from shame. I hugged him for a bit, letting him come down from his orgasm before I pushed him back.
I pulled him up. ”That’s my good boy.” I said, rubbing his now slight sweaty chest and shoulders. 
He nodded but still kept his head down, unable to face the situation where he just lost a load in his pants from me manipulating his body in front of an audience. 
He tried to block his wet spot with his hands. I smiled at how humiliated he is now that he had cum. 
"Come. Put those hands down." I said. "If you walk to the car with your hands at your side, I will fuck you senseless tonight."
He shook his head. I leaned in and whispered in his ears. “Come on. It will turn me on so much to see you standing there with your wet pants. You cum for me didn’t you? Show me. Show me how much you need me.” He reluctantly put down his hands. 
I smiled at his surrender. Little did he know I have every intention of fucking him tonight regardless of him obeying me or not. But he does it anyway. Because being submissive to me is in his nature. 
Like a moth to a flame.

Anonymous asked:

Will you be continuing the story with the college boy? I would love to read about all of his lessons and then his final. It was a hot read.

Many have requested for continuations. However, I generally don’t continue my stories.

Off the top of my head, people had requested continuations of the following in the recent months: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/79416100457/i-woke-up-to-the-sounds-of-someone-hurriedly

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/72617145487/i-texted-him-telling-him-i-am-coming-over-and-not

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/86955199511/why-is-it-every-time-you-drink-you-end-up-with

As you can tell, I really never did continue them. 

Too many things to write about and too little time. 

However, the real life version of the sucking lesson is essentially here: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/65909674112/http-bigggggggggggg-tumblr-com

Given the premise of lessons, I think there may be a possibility I can continue that idea at some point. However, that remains to be seen. Read on (or read back), you will probably come across something else you like.

jerk-me asked:

I personally enjoy it all. Your stories are just the hottest. I check your blog daily and am disappointed when you haven't churned out another delicious scene for me to enjoy.

Glad you liked it. 

Daily checks will for sure be too frequent. You will just have to check out the archives for some older writing. 

Anonymous asked:

Hi love the blog! Was browsing tumblr and thought I'd suggest thebiggerthebuttthebetter[.]tumblr[.]com for photo inspiration for your stories. Was also wondering what were the tumblrs you'd recommend as photo inspiration for your kind of stories/ similar story blogs about muscle guys being fucked you like?

Cool, I will check the site out. 

In terms of inspiration, I really don’t have any hard set location for pics. If you look at my reblog history, it is kind of all over the place. I just hit it as the pic comes up. I tend to check out people who reblog/liked one of my posts and if I see something from that blog that I like, I will use it. Chances are if you liked my posts, I will find something I like on your blog. Just a matter of when.

I never use the follow option on tumblr. I have my reasons which I won’t get into. I did promote a couple of sites about a week ago too. But I won’t concentrate on those.

Instead, I am going to give nods to a few that I have not yet had the chance to single out:

http://drakestories.tumblr.com/

http://topguydave.tumblr.com/

http://caesarwv.tumblr.com/

http://wellcoached.tumblr.com/

I must have missed quite a few of them in my haste to answer. But these four stood out in my mind for one reason or another so here they are.

If you have a blog like mine, drop me a line so I am reminded of you.  

wanting--the--d
I walked up to him with a cup in my hand. I handed it to him. He looked up from his place on the sofa, first making contact with my eyes then at the cup in my hand. I made a slight motion and he reached out for the drink.
"Go on, drink up." I said. "They call it liquid courage." 
He looked down into the cup and visibly relaxed a little at recognizing that it was alcohol. He took a sip.
"Drink more." I grinned. "You are going to need it." 
I sat down, looking at him silently as he drank down the dark liquid in the cup. He took his time at first, but the heat of my eyes on him made him uncomfortable and he ended up drinking the rest in a few gulps. 
He played with the cup in his hands, giving him some comfort that he had something to play with instead of having his hands free to the awkwardness and tension in the room.
"What happened to your knees?" I asked him, breaking the silence in the room. 
"Scrapped it playing basketball." He answered. 
"Does it hurt?" I followed up.
"No." He shook his head. "Just a light fall, happens all the time." 
"Good." I smirked. "You will be spending a lot of time on your knees tonight so you better be comfortable." 
He stiffened at my description. He knew this was coming but he apparently isn’t as prepared for it as he initially thought.
"Stand up and get rid of those clothes." I said. "Everything. You won’t be needing those at all this weekend." 
He stripped and stood in front of me naked, his muscular body on full display to my view. I circled him, touched and smacked him. I pulled on his nips, slapped his ass and rubbed his balls, getting reactions out of him each time. I examined him like a piece of livestock, spreading his mouth open and twisting his head this way and that to inspect his teeth. I pulled on his soft and scared cock as he shifted uncomfortably.
After I was finally satisfied with running my hands wherever I want on his body, his face was red and he is looking down onto the floor in a mixture of humiliation and perhaps rage. Rage at me for doing this to him, but also rage at himself for letting this happen.
I stood back in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “On your knees.” I said.
He slowly sunk down to his knees. I grinned to myself. He looked up in time to see the smirk on my face. He looked away in shame. I pulled his head back and tilted it up until he was once again looking at me.
"Time for your first lesson." I said, opening my pants and pulling the front down, exposing my fully hard cock.
"The first lesson is called lick it." I said. "Your job is to lick me until I cum." 
I grabbed his hair and guided him towards my cock. Right before my cock contacted with his face, he pulled back. I was having none of that. I gripped tight on his hair. I pulled his head up by my fistful of hair so hard that he got out of the kneeling position and had to raise himself to keep me from pulling his hair out. 
"Are we doing this or not?" I asked him. "I have no time to waste." I pushed down hard and his knees hit the floor again, probably bruising him up beyond the cuts he got.
"Fuck." He whispered but didn’t fight me this time as I pulled his face into my crotch. I rubbed my cock all over this face as he squeezed his eyes shut with a look of disgust on his face.
"Come on. It is not going to be over until you do what I tell you to do. Lick it." I said.
He pushed his tongue out and the tip of it came in contact with my cock. I purposely brushed my dripping cock head on his tongue, leaving a drop of my precum on the tip of his tongue. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he had done. The taste of my juices must be all over his mouth. The very thought of it must have disgusted him beyond imagination and he immediately pulled back and started to gag.
"You poor muscle bastard." I said with a laugh. "Let’s start you with something easier huh?" 
I pulled his up and made him lick my chest. He was significantly better this time around. I pulled him to my armpits. This time he showed much more reluctance. He gagged and retched for a bit but was eventually able to lick both sides of my pits.
I pushed his head down and made him lick my thighs and lower abs. His head and faces brushes against my cock and he visible twitches every time. I eventually got him to lick my pubes. He gagged at the sweaty musky taste of my crotch. I just laughed and kept his head down. 
"That’s better." I said. "Now work on my balls." I pushed his resisting head down to between my legs. 
He reluctantly did. He was licking each of my balls as I guide him back and forth between the two of them. He eventually pulled away violently and started to spit, no doubt having one of my hairs stuck in his mouth. I love his look of absolute misery. 
"Do you want this to end?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. He nodded rigorously. 
I motioned to my hard and throbbing cock. “I think you know what will mark the end of the lesson, right?” 
He closed his eyes as more tears ran down his face. But knowing what he must do, he leaned in and licked my shaft. He pushed down his reflex to gag and continued to lick.
I did nothing to help him, just leaning back and enjoying the sight of him licking on my thick hard rod as he tries not to gag. He tried to suck it into his mouth at one point, but I shoved him back with my feet. 
"Remember boy, this lesson is called lick it. Don’t be such an eager cocksucker." I sneered. "You are a dicklicker, not a cocksucker. Yet."
He looked even more ashamed of himself than before as he leaned back in and started to lick again. I know his tongue and his entire face must be tired right now but I am not about to give him any mercy. This is education after all. He must learn how to please me with his tongue.
Eventually he found what works best. He found a nice long lick of the entire underside of my cock gets me the hardest. He also found that I react best to him licking the bottom of the head of my cock. He started to alternate between the two. 
"Good boy. You are learning how to be a good muscle jock dicklicker. I am proud of you." My taunting of him broke his concentration and he lost his rhythm. He had to work me back up again. I laughed.
He eventually worked me back up again, but I can tell his mouth and tongue is dead tired. I toyed with him, making noises that seem like I was close but in fact I was holding back. He eventually figured out that I can make him do this for ages. 
"Do you want me to cum?" I asked. He nodded. 
"Well, I am not really ready yet, but how about you beg me to cum and I will consider it?" I said.
He bit back a protest and hissed out. “Please cum.”
"That’s no way to beg." I said. "How about you do it sincerely? Like tell me how much you need my cum and how honored you would be as my dicklicker to lick a load out of me?" 
Despite his red puffy eyes and tears tracks on his face, he looked at me with a look of hatred. “Please cum. I need your cum.” He spat out.
"Louder." I said.
"Please I need your cum." He said louder.
"What else?" I said.
"Please honor me as your dicklicker with a load of your cum." He whispered. I know he wanted to bite his own tongue off as he said that. 
"I can’t hear you." I teased him. 
"PLEASE HONOR ME WITH A LOAD OF YOUR CUM." He shouted at me.
"Who wants a load of my cum?" I asked.
"ME. YOUR DICKLICKER. I NEED A LOAD OF YOUR CUM. PLEASE CUM." He shouted again, figuring it is better to yell it out loud than to have me keep teasing him. 
I laughed and motioned him to continue. He worked hard this time, trying to get me off so this can all end. Also to avoid any further humiliation I have in mind for him. 
I have no intention to continue further. I wanted to cum. But I timed it right when he was licking at the head and I have a clear shot to the back of his mouth. 
I started to cum. The first went deep into the back of his throat. He immediately started to choke on the unexpected shot that hit him right in the throat. I also coated his tongue with a second shot before he had a chance to react.
I laughed as he recoiled in horror. The taste of my cum thick on his tongue as he gagged on the part that shot deep into his throat. The rest of my load landed either on his face or on the floor.
After I came down from my orgasm, he was crying and sobbing again. I grinned at the sight of my cum on his face. He started to cough at the thick cum that is sticking to his throat. After he finally can breathe again, he spat again and again to get the taste out of his mouth.
I let him. Then I pulled his face so that he is looking at me with those tears filled eyes of his.
"I don’t consider this lesson over until you lick it all up." I said. He had a look of shock. Then shook his head violently, refusing to obey me. "Are you sure you want me to repeat this over and over until you learn the material properly? Do you?" 
"What’s the matter? You want to play ball don’t you? You want to keep your scholarship right? You can’t do that if you are not passing my courses." I said with a grin.
Despite his sobbing, he got down and started to lick. I made him lick everything. The part that missed his face and landed on the ground, the cum that he coughed out. Even his own spit that he spat out my load. I watched, drunk in the power of making this big tough jock cry as he lick the mixture of my cum and his tears from the dirty floor.
"That’s a good boy." I said, petting his head like he was some kind of animal. "That’s what a little muscle bitch should do. Licking up my cum and your tears from the floor so that the place can be kept clean. You are a good little muscle dicklicker."
More tears fell down his face at the humiliation of what I had made him do.
"Well, you got a passing grade for your first lesson, lick it. Next we go to the lesson called kiss it. We also got suck it, gag on it, deep throat it. After that we can move onto take it. Lastly we have a lesson called ride it. Once you finish all of that, we have a final exam where you will use everything you have learned." I told him the agenda with a sinister smile.
He shook his head back and forth, unable to hold back as sobs keep coming and tears keep falling.
"And as your coach I can’t honestly let you play if you can’t even keep basic academics up. Think about your scholarship, your education, your playing at the college level, your professional career." I said as I pushed my finger into his mouth and started to finger fuck his face.
"If you want to keep all that, you need to pass my special education. Since this is your first lesson, I will be a kind man and give you a passing grade of 50 despite the lousy job that you did. I am a kind man, right?" I asked as I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that I can see into his crying eyes. He reluctantly nodded after seeing the menacing look on my face.
"Good. Remember that. And congratulations. You are a certified dicklicker. You can put that on your resume when you apply for a job. I will be your reference." I laughed as he looked down in shame.
"And you know the university’s rules right? To get your degree you have to get a 60 average and pass each of your courses. The same applies to my private degree that I am going to give you." His head snapped up at what I was saying. Guess he isn’t that stupid after all.
I ignored his reaction and continued. “You can either make it up during your later courses or you can do a retest of lick it. And, unlike the school, I will allow you an unlimited number of attempts at increasing your grade.” 
His shoulders fell and he started to sob again. I had to smirk at that.
"Sometimes I don’t understand why I am so good to my students." I brushed a tear off his face and fed it to him, finger fucking his sobbing face.
"I guess I must be such a noble educator. I have to do my best at shaping your future."

I walked up to him with a cup in my hand. I handed it to him. He looked up from his place on the sofa, first making contact with my eyes then at the cup in my hand. I made a slight motion and he reached out for the drink.

"Go on, drink up." I said. "They call it liquid courage." 

He looked down into the cup and visibly relaxed a little at recognizing that it was alcohol. He took a sip.

"Drink more." I grinned. "You are going to need it." 

I sat down, looking at him silently as he drank down the dark liquid in the cup. He took his time at first, but the heat of my eyes on him made him uncomfortable and he ended up drinking the rest in a few gulps. 

He played with the cup in his hands, giving him some comfort that he had something to play with instead of having his hands free to the awkwardness and tension in the room.

"What happened to your knees?" I asked him, breaking the silence in the room. 

"Scrapped it playing basketball." He answered. 

"Does it hurt?" I followed up.

"No." He shook his head. "Just a light fall, happens all the time." 

"Good." I smirked. "You will be spending a lot of time on your knees tonight so you better be comfortable." 

He stiffened at my description. He knew this was coming but he apparently isn’t as prepared for it as he initially thought.

"Stand up and get rid of those clothes." I said. "Everything. You won’t be needing those at all this weekend." 

He stripped and stood in front of me naked, his muscular body on full display to my view. I circled him, touched and smacked him. I pulled on his nips, slapped his ass and rubbed his balls, getting reactions out of him each time. I examined him like a piece of livestock, spreading his mouth open and twisting his head this way and that to inspect his teeth. I pulled on his soft and scared cock as he shifted uncomfortably.

After I was finally satisfied with running my hands wherever I want on his body, his face was red and he is looking down onto the floor in a mixture of humiliation and perhaps rage. Rage at me for doing this to him, but also rage at himself for letting this happen.

I stood back in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “On your knees.” I said.

He slowly sunk down to his knees. I grinned to myself. He looked up in time to see the smirk on my face. He looked away in shame. I pulled his head back and tilted it up until he was once again looking at me.

"Time for your first lesson." I said, opening my pants and pulling the front down, exposing my fully hard cock.

"The first lesson is called lick it." I said. "Your job is to lick me until I cum." 

I grabbed his hair and guided him towards my cock. Right before my cock contacted with his face, he pulled back. I was having none of that. I gripped tight on his hair. I pulled his head up by my fistful of hair so hard that he got out of the kneeling position and had to raise himself to keep me from pulling his hair out. 

"Are we doing this or not?" I asked him. "I have no time to waste." I pushed down hard and his knees hit the floor again, probably bruising him up beyond the cuts he got.

"Fuck." He whispered but didn’t fight me this time as I pulled his face into my crotch. I rubbed my cock all over this face as he squeezed his eyes shut with a look of disgust on his face.

"Come on. It is not going to be over until you do what I tell you to do. Lick it." I said.

He pushed his tongue out and the tip of it came in contact with my cock. I purposely brushed my dripping cock head on his tongue, leaving a drop of my precum on the tip of his tongue. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he had done. The taste of my juices must be all over his mouth. The very thought of it must have disgusted him beyond imagination and he immediately pulled back and started to gag.

"You poor muscle bastard." I said with a laugh. "Let’s start you with something easier huh?" 

I pulled his up and made him lick my chest. He was significantly better this time around. I pulled him to my armpits. This time he showed much more reluctance. He gagged and retched for a bit but was eventually able to lick both sides of my pits.

I pushed his head down and made him lick my thighs and lower abs. His head and faces brushes against my cock and he visible twitches every time. I eventually got him to lick my pubes. He gagged at the sweaty musky taste of my crotch. I just laughed and kept his head down. 

"That’s better." I said. "Now work on my balls." I pushed his resisting head down to between my legs. 

He reluctantly did. He was licking each of my balls as I guide him back and forth between the two of them. He eventually pulled away violently and started to spit, no doubt having one of my hairs stuck in his mouth. I love his look of absolute misery. 

"Do you want this to end?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. He nodded rigorously. 

I motioned to my hard and throbbing cock. “I think you know what will mark the end of the lesson, right?” 

He closed his eyes as more tears ran down his face. But knowing what he must do, he leaned in and licked my shaft. He pushed down his reflex to gag and continued to lick.

I did nothing to help him, just leaning back and enjoying the sight of him licking on my thick hard rod as he tries not to gag. He tried to suck it into his mouth at one point, but I shoved him back with my feet. 

"Remember boy, this lesson is called lick it. Don’t be such an eager cocksucker." I sneered. "You are a dicklicker, not a cocksucker. Yet."

He looked even more ashamed of himself than before as he leaned back in and started to lick again. I know his tongue and his entire face must be tired right now but I am not about to give him any mercy. This is education after all. He must learn how to please me with his tongue.

Eventually he found what works best. He found a nice long lick of the entire underside of my cock gets me the hardest. He also found that I react best to him licking the bottom of the head of my cock. He started to alternate between the two. 

"Good boy. You are learning how to be a good muscle jock dicklicker. I am proud of you." My taunting of him broke his concentration and he lost his rhythm. He had to work me back up again. I laughed.

He eventually worked me back up again, but I can tell his mouth and tongue is dead tired. I toyed with him, making noises that seem like I was close but in fact I was holding back. He eventually figured out that I can make him do this for ages. 

"Do you want me to cum?" I asked. He nodded. 

"Well, I am not really ready yet, but how about you beg me to cum and I will consider it?" I said.

He bit back a protest and hissed out. “Please cum.”

"That’s no way to beg." I said. "How about you do it sincerely? Like tell me how much you need my cum and how honored you would be as my dicklicker to lick a load out of me?" 

Despite his red puffy eyes and tears tracks on his face, he looked at me with a look of hatred. “Please cum. I need your cum.” He spat out.

"Louder." I said.

"Please I need your cum." He said louder.

"What else?" I said.

"Please honor me as your dicklicker with a load of your cum." He whispered. I know he wanted to bite his own tongue off as he said that. 

"I can’t hear you." I teased him. 

"PLEASE HONOR ME WITH A LOAD OF YOUR CUM." He shouted at me.

"Who wants a load of my cum?" I asked.

"ME. YOUR DICKLICKER. I NEED A LOAD OF YOUR CUM. PLEASE CUM." He shouted again, figuring it is better to yell it out loud than to have me keep teasing him. 

I laughed and motioned him to continue. He worked hard this time, trying to get me off so this can all end. Also to avoid any further humiliation I have in mind for him. 

I have no intention to continue further. I wanted to cum. But I timed it right when he was licking at the head and I have a clear shot to the back of his mouth. 

I started to cum. The first went deep into the back of his throat. He immediately started to choke on the unexpected shot that hit him right in the throat. I also coated his tongue with a second shot before he had a chance to react.

I laughed as he recoiled in horror. The taste of my cum thick on his tongue as he gagged on the part that shot deep into his throat. The rest of my load landed either on his face or on the floor.

After I came down from my orgasm, he was crying and sobbing again. I grinned at the sight of my cum on his face. He started to cough at the thick cum that is sticking to his throat. After he finally can breathe again, he spat again and again to get the taste out of his mouth.

I let him. Then I pulled his face so that he is looking at me with those tears filled eyes of his.

"I don’t consider this lesson over until you lick it all up." I said. He had a look of shock. Then shook his head violently, refusing to obey me. "Are you sure you want me to repeat this over and over until you learn the material properly? Do you?" 

"What’s the matter? You want to play ball don’t you? You want to keep your scholarship right? You can’t do that if you are not passing my courses." I said with a grin.

Despite his sobbing, he got down and started to lick. I made him lick everything. The part that missed his face and landed on the ground, the cum that he coughed out. Even his own spit that he spat out my load. I watched, drunk in the power of making this big tough jock cry as he lick the mixture of my cum and his tears from the dirty floor.

"That’s a good boy." I said, petting his head like he was some kind of animal. "That’s what a little muscle bitch should do. Licking up my cum and your tears from the floor so that the place can be kept clean. You are a good little muscle dicklicker."

More tears fell down his face at the humiliation of what I had made him do.

"Well, you got a passing grade for your first lesson, lick it. Next we go to the lesson called kiss it. We also got suck it, gag on it, deep throat it. After that we can move onto take it. Lastly we have a lesson called ride it. Once you finish all of that, we have a final exam where you will use everything you have learned." I told him the agenda with a sinister smile.

He shook his head back and forth, unable to hold back as sobs keep coming and tears keep falling.

"And as your coach I can’t honestly let you play if you can’t even keep basic academics up. Think about your scholarship, your education, your playing at the college level, your professional career." I said as I pushed my finger into his mouth and started to finger fuck his face.

"If you want to keep all that, you need to pass my special education. Since this is your first lesson, I will be a kind man and give you a passing grade of 50 despite the lousy job that you did. I am a kind man, right?" I asked as I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that I can see into his crying eyes. He reluctantly nodded after seeing the menacing look on my face.

"Good. Remember that. And congratulations. You are a certified dicklicker. You can put that on your resume when you apply for a job. I will be your reference." I laughed as he looked down in shame.

"And you know the university’s rules right? To get your degree you have to get a 60 average and pass each of your courses. The same applies to my private degree that I am going to give you." His head snapped up at what I was saying. Guess he isn’t that stupid after all.

I ignored his reaction and continued. “You can either make it up during your later courses or you can do a retest of lick it. And, unlike the school, I will allow you an unlimited number of attempts at increasing your grade.” 

His shoulders fell and he started to sob again. I had to smirk at that.

"Sometimes I don’t understand why I am so good to my students." I brushed a tear off his face and fed it to him, finger fucking his sobbing face.

"I guess I must be such a noble educator. I have to do my best at shaping your future."

menifindhot asked:

I will admit your blog is hot as all get out. Some of the stories dwell into areas that are bit too extreme for me at times but that's personal preference. It does always amaze me when posts such as the July 4th one crop up. They contain the control and submission theme but there is an undercurrent of genuine affection that is left out of most stories of this type. Stories like that are rare since they shatter stereotypes about dom sub dynamics that are often put out into society. Keep it up.

Glad you find some enjoyment.

Personal preferences are unavoidable. I don’t expect everyone to like everything I write even if they can tolerate my writing in general. Most people probably turn away screaming in terror if they happen upon one of my more extreme ones.

There are many faces to human nature. Just because sub dom is happening does not mean that there cannot be other feelings or emotions involved. Humans are too complex to limit to only one or two dimensions.

It is rare because people write and read these things to get off and that’s it. I write because I can. And I have never found someone who write exactly what I want to read.

As it was said, if you want it done right, do it yourself.

Anonymous asked:

ever do stories from a different characters perspective? these now are always you seems like. like if you were the coach using a player on an away game? you as the punk bro turning out his big bro so he doesnt have to jack off anymore? you as the new recruit turnin the drill sergeant into a cunt then getting him discharged or locked in the brig? fuck that would be hot

I am certain I have taken on many different characters’ perspective at one point or another. Just a quick look and I can see at least a couple of goes along the lines of what you are thinking.

Military: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/81242433240/i-opened-the-door-the-blinding-light-must-have

Coach: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/76384959962/disclaimer-time-if-you-have-been-around-you-know

Plenty of others that I have taken on and too numerous to name. 

Try out the archive. You are likely to find something there.