"Quite a few trophies you got there." I said to him.
"Yeah." He answered, standing in front of me naked. His cock is already dripping.
"You are going to drip all over the floor. Why don’t you wipe that off with your shirt?" I told him. He didn’t even think about it and just grabbed his own white shirt that I pointed out to him and started to wipe off his cock.
"Being such a tough muscular jock and accomplished athlete," I said, motioning to his trophies, "You must know the value of no pain no gain right?"
"Yeah." He answered, dropping his cum rag of a t-shirt.
"Here, circle those balls and stretch them out. That’s it." I said as I guided his left hand down to his balls and he used it to pull his balls out from his body.
"Now I want you to hit them." I said with a smirk.
"What?" He asked, stunned.
"The gain tonight is my cock. I am going to fuck that jock pussy of yours like how you need it. I will stretch that pussy out and pound it until you scream. But you have to prove that you are willing to work for it." I said.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"What better way to prove to me how badly you want to be my bitch than for you to bust your own balls?" I said, squeezing his balls lightly.
"I don’t know." He said, hesitantly.
"You do know. Now take that hand. Take’s it. Now hit them. Do it." I said to him in a stern voice.
He obeyed. The slap of his right hand on his tightly held balls caused him to jump.
"That’s pathetic." I said. "Hit them again."
He did it again, a little harder this time, causing his body to twitch.
"Again. Hit it harder" I said.
He did it again, this time harder than before and he actually had to cup his balls from the pain.
I took his wrists and pulled his hands away. Then I guided him to use his left hand to hold his balls out again. Then I closed his right hand into a fist. He stared at me as he realize what I wanted him to do.
"I want you to bust those balls. Punch them hard." I said. He shook his head. "It doesn’t matter what you want. I want you to punch them. When you collapse to the floor from the pain, I will fuck your ass. The pain will make your ass so tight and I will rip it into shreds. You want that too right? You want me to rip that jock pussy apart?"
His hand was shaking. I grinned and said to him. “Do it. Show me what a tough manly jock you are. You can take it right? Come on. Show me.”
He pulled his arm back but he wasn’t able to carry it through. I smirked. “Relax. Don’t think about how much it will hurt. Think about me. Think about how thankful you should feel that you are going to get fucked by me. Now think about how turned on you will make me when you hurt those balls for me. Now do it.”
He pulled his arm back and this time actually punched his balls. He let out a howl of pain and collapsed to the ground and curled into a ball.
I stood there over him, admiring his pain while I lubed myself up with just a bit of spit. I aimed my cock at his jock hole and ripped into it with one solid thrust.
His jock cunt is so tight and squeezing from the pain in his balls. My rough entry of him caused him to let out a second howl of pain. This time a lot quieter as there isn’t much wind in his lungs. I pulled out completely and plunged my want back in again. His head snapped back but he had no wind to do a third scream.
I ignored his pain and continued to use his jock pussy for my pleasure. I rammed into him and pounded his hole until I feel ready to blow a load right into his guts. I grabbed his balls and squeezed down. He didn’t expect that and screamed. His scream of anguish and his balls being abused caused his ass to clamp down on my cock. I shot my load right into his muscle jock pussy.
I pulled out of him roughly. He flinched at the sensation. I rubbed his head.
"That was good jock boy. You were an obedient little slut." I said to him.
He just moaned, his cock now hard and dripping again.
"Such a little slut huh? Getting a load of my cum up your jock pussy turned you on that much huh?" I teased him.
I gave his balls a departing squeeze.
"I will message you later bitch."
10:01 am • 18 April 2014 • 183 notes
There is a charm to fuck the younger one with less experienced. He is more eager, things you do to him surprises him. He even acts embarrassed when you push a little far. But watching him groan and gasp in delight as your work his near virgin ass is really quite a rush.
I had my sights on him and planned this weekend to concentrate on his ass and fuck the daylights out of him. I brought the older one along for more housekeeping duties than anything else.
But when I arrived and saw them both out there. I had to pause and rethink my plans. The older one fucking grew his hair out. Now I like the hair shorter and his length is longer than what I am used to seeing on him. But fuck. Now that I see that, I started to imagine what I can do with it. The way I can easily grip his hair when I pull his face deeper into my crotch. The way I can easily guide his head up and down my body with that hair. And I can even use it to pull his head back while I fuck him from behind.
They turned around at the sound of me stepping out into the balcony. I walked up to the older one and grabbed his hair. I pulled him down to his knees by his hair and guide his face back and forth the growing bulge in my pants. The younger one looked on with a mix of jealousy and lust.
Fuck. I think to myself. Maybe I will have to split my time 50 50 after all.
(Source: awesomehotguys, via wellcoached)
10:01 am • 16 April 2014 • 2,003 notes
People always expressed surprised at how calm his horse is around me. That horse is probably the worst tempered animal on the entire farm. Strangers, or even people who are around everyday, are constantly at risk of this stallion going off on them for no reason.
They knew it took the cowboy months of hard work but I just walked up one day and the horse just let me hop on like its the most natural thing in the world. In fact, just about every animal in the farm is automatically obedient and calm around me. They can never understand why.
When they asked, I always just smile and provide no information.
But I know why. Humans are fools when it comes to certain things. They don’t pick up the same clues the animals do.
The others don’t smell my scent all over the cowboy. They can’t tell that, as he is walking around the farm, taming animals and fixing fences, his cowboy hole is dripping with my cum. They don’t recognize that his swagger is more because I rode him really hard last night and not because he is hurting from riding really hard. If he was riding, it was my cock that he was riding.
But the animals know. The animals know that when I clap his shoulder that I can follow the motion to push him down to his knees. The animals can tell when he looks that me that he is much more used to looking up at me from his knees with my cock in his month. Animals recognize that when I touch his back gently, that is the same way I would have touched him when I am guiding him into a bent over position so I have good access to fucking his ass. Animals can smell his breath which is marked with the cum I made him swallow. And they can smell how I bred him over and over again day after day.
And they can smell me, my scent is marked all over him. Not just my cum but my piss. I claim him as my property and every fucking animal on the farm can smell it from a mile away.
Animals have a sense about these things. A sense about who is the beta around here.
And who is the alpha.
(Source: supervillainl, via jackernak)
11:59 pm • 14 April 2014 • 181 notes
Anonymous asked: Bout time you uploaded a story! I almost died haha
Maybe I should add a disclaimer. Addiction is a potential side effect.
11:58 pm • 14 April 2014 • 3 notes
I told him we are meeting on the beach. I am a little mad today because my usual Saturday is going to be interrupted by a wedding. I hate going to weddings.
I watched as he made his way over the rocky terrain. He was in a pair of shorts and they were riding low enough that I can tell it was the only thing he had on.
There is a small hiding place that we found before, and it became a great place for us to meet up away from others. He has his life now, and I do mine, but here, we can be different from how we present ourselves to the outside world.
He climbed his way up to where I was and immediately dropped to his knees. I pulled down my shorts and he took me fully into his mouth, moaning in wanton lust as he did so. I angled his face up so I can look into his eyes as I fucked his face. He gagged slightly at my rough thrusts but didn’t pull away. He looked at me with submissiveness in his eyes as I used his mouth for my pleasure.
I pulled out slightly and blast a load on his face. He tried to lick up what he can. The rest he is going to wear it while I rest for a bit before fucking him.
I asked him about his upcoming wedding. He told me that everything was ready. Then he quiet down before talking again.
"Can you please go early?" He asked.
"Why?" I answered offhandedly. He started to jerk on my cock.
"I want you to fuck me before the ceremony." He replied.
That made me listen.
He continued. “I want you to fuck me before the ceremony so I am carrying a load of you cum in me when I wait at the aisle.”
I growled a low “Fuck yeah” as I flipped him over and rammed into his ass.
He gasped. But he wasn’t done. “I want you to fuck me right after the ceremony. I want you to fuck me within minutes of me becoming a married man.”
"You sick fuck." I sneered as I fucked him harder.
He moaned. “And I will carry both loads in me during dinner.” He whimpered when I slammed him especially rough. He continued. “Then I want you to fuck me right after dinner. I want you to fuck me first before I go off to fuck my wife.”
I jerked him head back by a fistful of his hair. I rammed deep into his guts as I roared at him. “You like getting used by me that much huh you god damn pussy boy.”
"Yeah. Yeah." He confessed. "I need you to fuck me so I can fuck my wife after. I need you to fuck me so I can get a boner to fuck her."
"You used to be such a macho straight guy when I first met you. Now you are telling me that you worry that you can’t even get hard to fuck your wife without a few loads of my cum dripping from your muscle boy pussy?" I slapped his ass hard, leaving a hand print on his flesh.
"Yeah. Your cum and that sore raw feeling of my used up hole will get me hard enough to fuck her." He continued.
I pulled out and told him flip over and face me. His boner is rock hard and dripping despite the lack of attention to it.
I slapped his boner. “Is this what you are telling me?” I asked him. “You can only get hard and throbbing like this when you feel my cock up your man cunt?”
"How do you jerk off?" I asked him.
He blushed in embarrassment. “I don’t. Not any more.”
"Why not?" I asked him, pulling his legs up into the air.
He lowered his head, unable to look at me. “Because the last time I jerked off I was only able to cum when I shoved a cucumber up my ass imagining it was your cock fucking me.”
I laughed and rammed back into his ass. He let out a low howl. “Is this what you dream about? Is this how you imagine I fuck you?”
"This is better. This is so much better. Fuck me hard. Use me. Fuck fuck fuck. I’m cumming. Fuck!" His cock shot off all over his pecs and abs.
I reached down and slapped him across his face. “You stupid fuck. Did I tell you to fucking cum?”
"I’m sorry. But you fuck me so good. I can’t help it. Oh god. I’m sorry." He moaned as I fucked him harder.
I roughed fucked him for a few more minutes before shooting a load right into his muscle man cum dump of an ass. As I stepped back away from him, I have to say it is quite a sight to see him all fucked out, cum drying on his body and my load dripping out of his well used ass.
As we grabbed our clothes and cleaned up, he glanced over at me.
"I will see you Saturday? An hour before the ceremony?" He asked.
"Don’t get bossy boy." I told him.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and started to rub his face all over my crotch. “Please Sir. Would you please do this cum loving pussy the honor of using his muscled body as your personal cum dump multiple times on his wedding day? This muscular cunt boy worships your cock and it would his greatest honor to be blessed by your cock on his wedding day.”
I am getting hard again under my shorts and he noticed. I growled at him. “Suck me off again and you better do a good job or I will find another cocksucker to play with on Saturday.”
He eagerly sucked me into his mouth.
Looks like this Saturday’s wedding won’t be so bad after all.
(Source: raining-for-us, via wellcoached)
9:30 pm • 12 April 2014 • 3,007 notes
Anonymous asked: You wrote: “I think you are talking about this one: as-coach-i-worked-with-all-kinds-of-players-some” No, it was about the Rodriquez brothers. Big Bro, now at college comes coach about helping little bro. Big bro sucks off the coach right in front of little Bro. Hot! On page 6 of your archive. I sure wish you would consider re-visiting that that storyline, but I understand if you are not interested. Either way thanks for so many great stories.
One of my disclaimer stories huh? For those of you not familiar with my tumblr, disclaimer means don’t click, don’t read. Just run away, especially if you are morally correct and have a weak heart.
11:07 pm • 10 April 2014 • 2 notes
Quite cool to know there are people out there who will pay for it.
I don’t particularly care about the money.
You can enjoy what you want for free around here. Just make sure you can take the risk of reading what my imagination can throw at you.
11:16 pm • 8 April 2014 • 3 notes
Anonymous asked: Can you do a story where a master lets his friends use his fag but one of his friends takes it too far and hurts the slave when the master isn't around and the slave doesn't say anything till one of the other friends tells the master. I know long request I love ur blog awesome work
Ideas are cool; I might pick up one or two ideas at some point.
But I don’t write stories with set parameters. If you have been around, I let my mind go to dark and interesting places.
You just have to come along for the ride.
11:08 pm • 8 April 2014 • 2 notes
Anonymous asked: Do you ever revisit characters from earlier stories? My favorite is the one about big bro, little bro, and the coach. Really hot! But to be honest, from the hot pic you used, I hoped that during another session later in the story, the coach would order little bro to fuck his big bro. Big bro would be really humiliated by it at first, but then ended up liking it so much that he ended up becoming little bro's steady bottom boy.
Think you are talking about this one: http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/54221989086/as-coach-i-worked-with-all-kinds-of-players-some
I don’t, or rarely, revisit stories I have already written.
There are also plenty of other ideas in my head to keep me entertained.
11:06 pm • 8 April 2014 • 1 note