wellcoached
I have a bit of a reputation. Normally that’s not a bad thing, but when you are a high school teacher like me, it gets problematic. Especially problematic when you consider that I am not only a teacher but also a coach.
It started out somewhat innocently. I had a student over one day and he needed some help with the course that he is failing. Let’s just say that he is about as intelligent as a brick and built about as solid as one. I worked out a business arrangement with him. I fuck the daylights out of him, he gets the grades he needs. 
What I didn’t consider was how good I am at fucking his jock pussy. He can’t get enough once he had it from me. At least he is smart enough to know that he can’t go to anyone else, so he kept coming back. 
One of his friends found out by following him. I wasn’t careful enough I guess. But to my surprise, the friend wanted in. Hell I couldn’t resist, especially when you have two muscular jocks on their backs, legs spread up into the air like some two dollar whore. And fuck they look on each other with jealousy while I pound the jock hole of the other. Verbally and non-verbally begging for more of my attention, trying their best to keep me inside them longer than the other. Fucking hell that was some wild nights.
And then the shy and curious ones. Those remain one on one. I have to be careful with those so that I don’t conflict them and expose them to their buddies even if I am actually fucking both of them. Hell, my nights and weekends are so packed I have to keep a separate secret schedule.
I got a knock one day. It was an early Saturday and I needed to run some errands so no one is around. I opened to find this guy wanting to use my pool. At this point, I get some one offs and some repeats and I figured this was just one of those curious ones. He looked somewhat familiar but I can’t quite place him. I looked up and down his body and decided my errands can wait.
I worried for a moment if he was here for what I think he was. It would be such a waste of time if I don’t get to use that body of his. I decided to test this and walked to the front of him with a boner in my swim shorts. I shouldn’t have worried. The boy was buck naked with a boner up in the air.
So needless to say, I took him. Spread his legs wide open and rammed his jock cunt just like how he needed it. This wasn’t some curious kid. Hell no, this was a jock whore needing to get fucked. I think he is virgin, or at least virgin in the sense that no one fucked him, but I know this slut is no stranger to having things up his ass. As I was fucking him, I made him admit it. I made him tell me all those household tools and vegetables that he stuffed up his hungry boy cunt. 
It was then that I placed him. I finally recognized who he was. This is not one of the guys on my team, that much I know for sure. But this guy wasn’t even from my school. This was a guy from our arch rival school. The fucking quarterback of the other team. And to top that off, this guy is the son of our rival team’s coach. 
Holy fucking hell. This guy is going to rat on me. Fucking hell I am going to be ruined. At that moment I decided that if I am going down because of this kid I am fucking going down with a blast.
I dragged him inside. Because what I was about to do to him might cause screaming and struggling that might just end our play prematurely. I took him into the basement and I raped his jock cunt. I rammed his jock pussy until he screams in pain and I continued to ram until he isn’t screaming any more. I buried my loads deep into his ass. And once I am done, I would flip him over and stuff my cock into his mouth. I made him nurse it until I get hard enough again to fuck him. 
And what if I need to piss between my fucks? Too fucking bad. He ain’t got no choice in this matter. The first time I pissed in his mouth he choked and struggled. I didn’t give a fuck. A quick beat down put him into his place and he learned to swallow. The struggling and choking died down a bit the second time around. A few solid slaps took care of that this time. By the third and fourth time, he was really learning to drink my piss like a good little jock urinal. 
I forgot how many times I fucked his ass, but he was a mess by the time I threw him out the door. I started to gather my shit. Going to have a skip town you know. But by that time it was already close to the next morning and I figured I can catch a couple hours of sleep before heading out. 
A knock on the door woke me. I glanced at the clock and realized I slept longer than expected. It’s already Sunday morning. Shit, must be one of the jock boys of mine that I scheduled to fuck. I opened the door. 
It was him again. A little bit better as he looked like he had a chance to clean up, but still pretty obvious he had been used hard. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, I wrestled him down and pinned him against the floor. 
It was then that I felt his hands on my crotch. The pair of boxers I was wearing didn’t leave much protection and I was hard in no time. He lowered his own pair of mesh shorts and spread his legs, the jock he was wearing offered no protection between his swollen and well fucked jock pussy and my rock hard cock. 
As I was ramming him, I heard the front door open. I didn’t lock it and sometimes my jock boys will drop by an surprise me with a good morning blow job. From the sounds, there was more than one of them. But this time was different. I can hear the murmurs of excitement behind me as they watched me fuck into a guy’s ass. They can’t see who it is from the angle because I am on top, but they are getting a front row seat to some good fucking.
I pulled out and stood up. There were 4 guys there, all from the football team. They let out a collective gasp when they recognized who I was fucking. With an evil idea forming in my head, I grabbed the jock standing the closest to me. 
"See that guy? That’s the RIVAL team’s quarterback. You know what you are supposed to do boy? You are going to FUCK him up. Go on, get your cock out and FUCK HIM!" I yelled. The jock couldn’t drop his pants fast enough and within seconds he was ramming into that rival quarterback jock pussy. 
These are teenage boys. And there are 4 of them. Let’s just say that this was the first time I had a gang bang at my place because I used to be the only fucker around here. But this time, I have to admit it is hot, seeing big muscular four jocks go to town on an equally ripped jock. Gang banging that jock pussy until that bottom bitch isn’t even coherent any more. 
And I was turned on big time too. It was damn horny to take a ripped jock, that a moment ago was pounding jock pussy like his life depend on it, and, in the height of his masculine power bend him over and fuck him like the real jock pussy he is. While they exercise their manhood over the lesser rival jock, I reminded them that their jock cunts are still mine to use and I am the true alpha around here.
Let’s just say we spend a few quality hours together. By the end of it, the rival jock was passed out and my jock boys are not far behind. Either they are exhausted from fucking or getting fucked by me, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I no longer have to skip town. 
Hell no. No gang banged jock bitch is ever going to tell on me. And I am damn right about that. Let’s just say I now have a reputation. One that spans over two different schools and I now double my available harem size. 
But you know, boys will be boys. And sometimes they need some fun too. On those nights, I know exactly who to call.
Damn it, that’s the door. I glanced out the window and saw about 8 of my guys getting off two cars. Well mostly my guys. There is one guy in the middle that they are all shoving around and messing with that isn’t one of mine. His clothes are already getting ripped.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to get them inside before things get further. As hot as it would be, I don’t think we can have a gang bang right on my front porch, right?

I have a bit of a reputation. Normally that’s not a bad thing, but when you are a high school teacher like me, it gets problematic. Especially problematic when you consider that I am not only a teacher but also a coach.

It started out somewhat innocently. I had a student over one day and he needed some help with the course that he is failing. Let’s just say that he is about as intelligent as a brick and built about as solid as one. I worked out a business arrangement with him. I fuck the daylights out of him, he gets the grades he needs. 

What I didn’t consider was how good I am at fucking his jock pussy. He can’t get enough once he had it from me. At least he is smart enough to know that he can’t go to anyone else, so he kept coming back. 

One of his friends found out by following him. I wasn’t careful enough I guess. But to my surprise, the friend wanted in. Hell I couldn’t resist, especially when you have two muscular jocks on their backs, legs spread up into the air like some two dollar whore. And fuck they look on each other with jealousy while I pound the jock hole of the other. Verbally and non-verbally begging for more of my attention, trying their best to keep me inside them longer than the other. Fucking hell that was some wild nights.

And then the shy and curious ones. Those remain one on one. I have to be careful with those so that I don’t conflict them and expose them to their buddies even if I am actually fucking both of them. Hell, my nights and weekends are so packed I have to keep a separate secret schedule.

I got a knock one day. It was an early Saturday and I needed to run some errands so no one is around. I opened to find this guy wanting to use my pool. At this point, I get some one offs and some repeats and I figured this was just one of those curious ones. He looked somewhat familiar but I can’t quite place him. I looked up and down his body and decided my errands can wait.

I worried for a moment if he was here for what I think he was. It would be such a waste of time if I don’t get to use that body of his. I decided to test this and walked to the front of him with a boner in my swim shorts. I shouldn’t have worried. The boy was buck naked with a boner up in the air.

So needless to say, I took him. Spread his legs wide open and rammed his jock cunt just like how he needed it. This wasn’t some curious kid. Hell no, this was a jock whore needing to get fucked. I think he is virgin, or at least virgin in the sense that no one fucked him, but I know this slut is no stranger to having things up his ass. As I was fucking him, I made him admit it. I made him tell me all those household tools and vegetables that he stuffed up his hungry boy cunt. 

It was then that I placed him. I finally recognized who he was. This is not one of the guys on my team, that much I know for sure. But this guy wasn’t even from my school. This was a guy from our arch rival school. The fucking quarterback of the other team. And to top that off, this guy is the son of our rival team’s coach. 

Holy fucking hell. This guy is going to rat on me. Fucking hell I am going to be ruined. At that moment I decided that if I am going down because of this kid I am fucking going down with a blast.

I dragged him inside. Because what I was about to do to him might cause screaming and struggling that might just end our play prematurely. I took him into the basement and I raped his jock cunt. I rammed his jock pussy until he screams in pain and I continued to ram until he isn’t screaming any more. I buried my loads deep into his ass. And once I am done, I would flip him over and stuff my cock into his mouth. I made him nurse it until I get hard enough again to fuck him. 

And what if I need to piss between my fucks? Too fucking bad. He ain’t got no choice in this matter. The first time I pissed in his mouth he choked and struggled. I didn’t give a fuck. A quick beat down put him into his place and he learned to swallow. The struggling and choking died down a bit the second time around. A few solid slaps took care of that this time. By the third and fourth time, he was really learning to drink my piss like a good little jock urinal. 

I forgot how many times I fucked his ass, but he was a mess by the time I threw him out the door. I started to gather my shit. Going to have a skip town you know. But by that time it was already close to the next morning and I figured I can catch a couple hours of sleep before heading out. 

A knock on the door woke me. I glanced at the clock and realized I slept longer than expected. It’s already Sunday morning. Shit, must be one of the jock boys of mine that I scheduled to fuck. I opened the door. 

It was him again. A little bit better as he looked like he had a chance to clean up, but still pretty obvious he had been used hard. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, I wrestled him down and pinned him against the floor. 

It was then that I felt his hands on my crotch. The pair of boxers I was wearing didn’t leave much protection and I was hard in no time. He lowered his own pair of mesh shorts and spread his legs, the jock he was wearing offered no protection between his swollen and well fucked jock pussy and my rock hard cock. 

As I was ramming him, I heard the front door open. I didn’t lock it and sometimes my jock boys will drop by an surprise me with a good morning blow job. From the sounds, there was more than one of them. But this time was different. I can hear the murmurs of excitement behind me as they watched me fuck into a guy’s ass. They can’t see who it is from the angle because I am on top, but they are getting a front row seat to some good fucking.

I pulled out and stood up. There were 4 guys there, all from the football team. They let out a collective gasp when they recognized who I was fucking. With an evil idea forming in my head, I grabbed the jock standing the closest to me. 

"See that guy? That’s the RIVAL team’s quarterback. You know what you are supposed to do boy? You are going to FUCK him up. Go on, get your cock out and FUCK HIM!" I yelled. The jock couldn’t drop his pants fast enough and within seconds he was ramming into that rival quarterback jock pussy. 

These are teenage boys. And there are 4 of them. Let’s just say that this was the first time I had a gang bang at my place because I used to be the only fucker around here. But this time, I have to admit it is hot, seeing big muscular four jocks go to town on an equally ripped jock. Gang banging that jock pussy until that bottom bitch isn’t even coherent any more. 

And I was turned on big time too. It was damn horny to take a ripped jock, that a moment ago was pounding jock pussy like his life depend on it, and, in the height of his masculine power bend him over and fuck him like the real jock pussy he is. While they exercise their manhood over the lesser rival jock, I reminded them that their jock cunts are still mine to use and I am the true alpha around here.

Let’s just say we spend a few quality hours together. By the end of it, the rival jock was passed out and my jock boys are not far behind. Either they are exhausted from fucking or getting fucked by me, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I no longer have to skip town. 

Hell no. No gang banged jock bitch is ever going to tell on me. And I am damn right about that. Let’s just say I now have a reputation. One that spans over two different schools and I now double my available harem size. 

But you know, boys will be boys. And sometimes they need some fun too. On those nights, I know exactly who to call.

Damn it, that’s the door. I glanced out the window and saw about 8 of my guys getting off two cars. Well mostly my guys. There is one guy in the middle that they are all shoving around and messing with that isn’t one of mine. His clothes are already getting ripped.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to get them inside before things get further. As hot as it would be, I don’t think we can have a gang bang right on my front porch, right?

dinky-dick
He is that type. Fell into the wrong crowd back in school, tattoos all over. Got himself arrested a time or two due to some stupid stuff. His parents are worried about him. Well that’s where I come in. A son of a family friend, a goodie good guy that have it all together that they hope would be a positive influence on their overgrown man child. Influence I definitely am. Positive? That’s a debatable definition.
I am a methodological person. Calculated. And, after some observation and such, I pinpointed the reason why he needed the gang shit in the first place. A very usual explanation really. Insecurity. I glanced down and smirked. Hell, if I had that tiny little thing for a cock, I would be insecure too.  
All tough on the outside, nothing but an insecure boy on the inside. My favorite type. 
Let’s just say he is mentally available for me to manipulate. Didn’t take very long, especially when his gang leader found out what money can do. Loyalty, ha, let’s just so those imbeciles will sell anything. A wild night, drunk off his ass, tied up and all ready for me. The only fucking thing missing was Christmas present wrapping.
It took me a little bit of time. I mean you can only fuck a guy so many times in a day before your cock gets rubbed a little raw. I continued to fuck him with dildos and shit, but it isn’t quite the same for him mentally as it was to have me on top of him, using his conveniently available and vulnerable ass for my pleasure. 
After I altered him mentally, I started on the physical changes. I let him continue with the gym. Hell, I made him go more often and work harder because I like him like that. However, those titties of his are so sensitive. I love how he reacts when I played with them. I made him get them pierced. He would gasp every time I play with them.
He would raised his head up a bit when I rub them, but he would be helpless to resist when I give his nips a little twist. His head always rolls back and he would moan like the good little bitch he is. Highly entertaining.
But my favorite part of him have to be that little dick of his. I mean, how cute can that be? Especially on a fully grown muscle man like him. I make him get it hard and measure its dimensions for me. Then I would make him research all the ‘average’ man data and I would make him calculate how much less of a man he is compared to an average guy on the street. Fucking love how humiliated he gets when I made him call himself only half of a length of a normal man. Especially fun when I fuck his muscle boy pussy until he gets rock hard. Then I make him tell me all the new research he did that day while I ram him like the whore he is. 
His parents of course are really thankful. He is keeping out of trouble now. I bet they just don’t know how well behaved he is around me. But that doesn’t matter, they should appreciate all that I have done after all.
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He is that type. Fell into the wrong crowd back in school, tattoos all over. Got himself arrested a time or two due to some stupid stuff. His parents are worried about him. Well that’s where I come in. A son of a family friend, a goodie good guy that have it all together that they hope would be a positive influence on their overgrown man child. Influence I definitely am. Positive? That’s a debatable definition.

I am a methodological person. Calculated. And, after some observation and such, I pinpointed the reason why he needed the gang shit in the first place. A very usual explanation really. Insecurity. I glanced down and smirked. Hell, if I had that tiny little thing for a cock, I would be insecure too.  

All tough on the outside, nothing but an insecure boy on the inside. My favorite type. 

Let’s just say he is mentally available for me to manipulate. Didn’t take very long, especially when his gang leader found out what money can do. Loyalty, ha, let’s just so those imbeciles will sell anything. A wild night, drunk off his ass, tied up and all ready for me. The only fucking thing missing was Christmas present wrapping.

It took me a little bit of time. I mean you can only fuck a guy so many times in a day before your cock gets rubbed a little raw. I continued to fuck him with dildos and shit, but it isn’t quite the same for him mentally as it was to have me on top of him, using his conveniently available and vulnerable ass for my pleasure. 

After I altered him mentally, I started on the physical changes. I let him continue with the gym. Hell, I made him go more often and work harder because I like him like that. However, those titties of his are so sensitive. I love how he reacts when I played with them. I made him get them pierced. He would gasp every time I play with them.

He would raised his head up a bit when I rub them, but he would be helpless to resist when I give his nips a little twist. His head always rolls back and he would moan like the good little bitch he is. Highly entertaining.

But my favorite part of him have to be that little dick of his. I mean, how cute can that be? Especially on a fully grown muscle man like him. I make him get it hard and measure its dimensions for me. Then I would make him research all the ‘average’ man data and I would make him calculate how much less of a man he is compared to an average guy on the street. Fucking love how humiliated he gets when I made him call himself only half of a length of a normal man. Especially fun when I fuck his muscle boy pussy until he gets rock hard. Then I make him tell me all the new research he did that day while I ram him like the whore he is. 

His parents of course are really thankful. He is keeping out of trouble now. I bet they just don’t know how well behaved he is around me. But that doesn’t matter, they should appreciate all that I have done after all.

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dinky-dick
"Are you going to fucking sit there all day?" I asked him. 
"Fuck man. I don’t know. I mean. Shit. I just don’t fucking know." He said, his voice betrayed the nervousness he had inside.
"You do know. Your fucking cock, as small as it is, is hard as a fucking rock." I said.
He looked down at his cock and blushed. I wasn’t just playing him, his cock is not that big and he is in fact hard at the thought of me fucking him up his virgin ass. 
"Come on. We ain’t got all day. Fucking sit on it." I said, waving my cock in the air. 
He came onto the bed and positioned himself above my cock. I grinned. “Do it. Lower that virgin ass right onto my cock. Let’s see you ride my cock like the little cock slut that you are.”
"Oh god." He said when he felt my cock touch his virgin man hole. 
He whimpered in pain when he felt part of my cock penetrate into his hole. But I think he is too tight. He kept at it for a few more times but couldn’t bring himself to actually fucking sit on it.
"What the fuck dude? I know you are a fucking pussy but this is pathetic. You can’t even get fucked right." I said. "Screw this, we are doing it my way." 
It was his fucking idea to sit on it in the first place and now he can’t even do that. I flipped him down onto the back and pushed his legs up into the air.
"Let’s do this my way huh?" I said as I lined up my cock with his ass. 
I rammed it in. He screamed. “See, that wasn’t that hard right?” I laughed as I continued to ram deeper. 
His body was jerking around from the pain. I pinned him down as I pushed in the remaining inches of my cock, completely burying myself inside of him. 
I didn’t have to worry about him. Despite everything, his cock is rock solid. It is in fact fucking throbbing like he is going to blow his load any minute now. Fucking whore. I knew he was born for cock.
"No no no… AHHHHH." He screamed again when he felt me pulling out and then I rammed it in again. 
His knuckles are white from how he gripped the sheets tight. I continued to fuck him and his head rolled left and right repeatedly. His eyes are closed his and his teeth clenched. 
"You fucking big dick bastard." He hissed. 
I take offence at that. I fucked him harder. He moaned out in pain. I am bloody loving it. 
I yanked out of him suddenly. Before he had a chance to yell out from the pain, I flipped him over so he was on all fours. Then I pushed his face into the mattress, muffling the scream when I pounded back into his ass again. I started to fuck him from behind, really ramming my way into his guts.
I fucked him until he was almost up to the headboard. He had to push out with his arms to avoid getting his face crushed against the wood. 
"Yeah. That’s right. Push back with those muscle arms of yours. That’s what they are good for right? All that work into building them up so that you can hold yourself steady while I fuck your muscle cunt like the fucking pussy you are." I yelled into his ear.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. “You want me to cum? You want my load you fucking undeserving piece of shit?” 
"Yeah. Yeah. I want you to cum." He said, probably more desperate to get this over with than really wanting me.
"That ain’t good enough." I said. "Let’s hear you beg for it." 
"Please, please give me your cum Sir." He said.
"That’s not good enough." I slapped the back of his head.
"Please give me your cum. I need your cum. Please fucking breed my ass." He tried again. 
I ripped it out of his ass. He looked back at me, confused for a moment. It didn’t last long, because as he relaxed his hole and he is completely unprepared, I rammed back in and started to breed his ass. 
He struggled from the pain, but I had him pinned down and I was cumming up his struggling reluctant virgin ass. Or I should say no longer virgin muscle pussy that have just been used by a real man.
I pulled out of him, his jock hole wet with my cum is gaping open like some cheap whore. 
"You like that?" I asked him with a slap on his ass. His clenching of his cunt hole caused a drop of my cum to drip out of his ass. 
"You promised to be gentle." He whispered. 
I slapped his across the head. “Not my fucking question. I asked you if you liked that.” I slipped my hand underneath and felt his cock. When I took my hand out, it was wet with cum. The fucker at least got one load off while I was ripping up his ass. 
I slapped my cum drenched hand on his cheek and rubbed the cum into his face. “Yeah, you fucking liked it you fucked up piece of shit.” 
He just keep his eyes down. “Why do you have to be so rough?” 
I smirked. “Because it’s your first time. You will always remember your first time.” 
"I want you to remember you were used." I said as I pulled his face up until he was looking at me. "I want you to remember how I fucked you. And most of all I want you to remember who fucked you." 
"Like the whore you are." 

"Are you going to fucking sit there all day?" I asked him. 

"Fuck man. I don’t know. I mean. Shit. I just don’t fucking know." He said, his voice betrayed the nervousness he had inside.

"You do know. Your fucking cock, as small as it is, is hard as a fucking rock." I said.

He looked down at his cock and blushed. I wasn’t just playing him, his cock is not that big and he is in fact hard at the thought of me fucking him up his virgin ass. 

"Come on. We ain’t got all day. Fucking sit on it." I said, waving my cock in the air. 

He came onto the bed and positioned himself above my cock. I grinned. “Do it. Lower that virgin ass right onto my cock. Let’s see you ride my cock like the little cock slut that you are.”

"Oh god." He said when he felt my cock touch his virgin man hole. 

He whimpered in pain when he felt part of my cock penetrate into his hole. But I think he is too tight. He kept at it for a few more times but couldn’t bring himself to actually fucking sit on it.

"What the fuck dude? I know you are a fucking pussy but this is pathetic. You can’t even get fucked right." I said. "Screw this, we are doing it my way." 

It was his fucking idea to sit on it in the first place and now he can’t even do that. I flipped him down onto the back and pushed his legs up into the air.

"Let’s do this my way huh?" I said as I lined up my cock with his ass. 

I rammed it in. He screamed. “See, that wasn’t that hard right?” I laughed as I continued to ram deeper. 

His body was jerking around from the pain. I pinned him down as I pushed in the remaining inches of my cock, completely burying myself inside of him. 

I didn’t have to worry about him. Despite everything, his cock is rock solid. It is in fact fucking throbbing like he is going to blow his load any minute now. Fucking whore. I knew he was born for cock.

"No no no… AHHHHH." He screamed again when he felt me pulling out and then I rammed it in again. 

His knuckles are white from how he gripped the sheets tight. I continued to fuck him and his head rolled left and right repeatedly. His eyes are closed his and his teeth clenched. 

"You fucking big dick bastard." He hissed. 

I take offence at that. I fucked him harder. He moaned out in pain. I am bloody loving it. 

I yanked out of him suddenly. Before he had a chance to yell out from the pain, I flipped him over so he was on all fours. Then I pushed his face into the mattress, muffling the scream when I pounded back into his ass again. I started to fuck him from behind, really ramming my way into his guts.

I fucked him until he was almost up to the headboard. He had to push out with his arms to avoid getting his face crushed against the wood. 

"Yeah. That’s right. Push back with those muscle arms of yours. That’s what they are good for right? All that work into building them up so that you can hold yourself steady while I fuck your muscle cunt like the fucking pussy you are." I yelled into his ear.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. “You want me to cum? You want my load you fucking undeserving piece of shit?” 

"Yeah. Yeah. I want you to cum." He said, probably more desperate to get this over with than really wanting me.

"That ain’t good enough." I said. "Let’s hear you beg for it." 

"Please, please give me your cum Sir." He said.

"That’s not good enough." I slapped the back of his head.

"Please give me your cum. I need your cum. Please fucking breed my ass." He tried again. 

I ripped it out of his ass. He looked back at me, confused for a moment. It didn’t last long, because as he relaxed his hole and he is completely unprepared, I rammed back in and started to breed his ass. 

He struggled from the pain, but I had him pinned down and I was cumming up his struggling reluctant virgin ass. Or I should say no longer virgin muscle pussy that have just been used by a real man.

I pulled out of him, his jock hole wet with my cum is gaping open like some cheap whore. 

"You like that?" I asked him with a slap on his ass. His clenching of his cunt hole caused a drop of my cum to drip out of his ass. 

"You promised to be gentle." He whispered. 

I slapped his across the head. “Not my fucking question. I asked you if you liked that.” I slipped my hand underneath and felt his cock. When I took my hand out, it was wet with cum. The fucker at least got one load off while I was ripping up his ass. 

I slapped my cum drenched hand on his cheek and rubbed the cum into his face. “Yeah, you fucking liked it you fucked up piece of shit.” 

He just keep his eyes down. “Why do you have to be so rough?” 

I smirked. “Because it’s your first time. You will always remember your first time.” 

"I want you to remember you were used." I said as I pulled his face up until he was looking at me. "I want you to remember how I fucked you. And most of all I want you to remember who fucked you." 

"Like the whore you are." 

jockhole
"You ready for it?" I asked him.
He nodded voicelessly. I motioned with a small movement of my head. He knows the drill. He pushed down his shorts. He didn’t bother with underwear today. Not that it is all that necessary anyway. 
He lifted his tree trunk like legs up into the air, exposing that familiar muscle pussy to my eyes. I smirked. He looked away from my face for a second before looking back into my eyes. “I told you before, but I will tell you again. I love how much of a slut you look like when you spread your legs into the air like that. Just like some cheap whore begging to get fucked.”
He closed his eyes. I reached up and slapped his face. “Look at me bitch. And let’s hear you beg for it.” 
He opened his eyes, the usually strong confident look replaced with deep humiliation. “Please fuck me.” He said.
Damn music to my ears. “Fuck you where?” I asked as I took my cock out. 
"In the ass." He said, his voice low. 
"Let’s try that again. Where?" I asked. 
"In my pussy. Fuck me in my muscle pussy." He finally decided to get it over with.
If this was any other usual day, our exchange will end there and I will shove my cock into him and fuck him. He offers his ass, I offer the drug.
This time, I paused. Instead I reached into a case and took out a slightly bluish looking liquid. His eyes widen at the sight of the syringe. This is good stuff. If hormones and steroids are good, this is the fucking king of the crop. And none of that shrunken balls and roid gut bullshit too. Only one drawback. Pain. Motherfucking pain like nothing else. 5 times the normal pain sensations. A fucking paper cut will feel like ripping a finger off type of pain. But it gets results.
"I am going to give you a dose early today." I said. "Instead of fucking you first. I am going to give it to you in advance. This is a better formula too. How kind of me huh?" 
He didn’t look at all thrilled with the idea. If I was ripping his ass to shreds before, he will certainly feel like I am killing him now. But he knows this is my game and everything goes by my rules. I love having a monopoly. 
He slowly nodded. Stupid. But he agreed and I am not about to tell him what a fool he is. I quickly shot the liquid into him and watched as it takes effect. To test and make sure it worked, I pushed the head of my cock against his muscle cunt and shoved it in. 
He screamed. Damn yeah the formula is working. He screamed like he never screamed before and I can feel the air shake with the vibrations. And that was just the head. As I crammed more into him, his screams got louder. I am glad I had sound barriers put up. I don’t want cops to come knocking for disturbing the neighbours. 
Tears, spit. All sense of body control completely deserted him. He tried to fight me off. Normally I am no match against him. Of course, I thought about that already. New and improved formula means that his muscles are rendered useless. At least useless until an hour later.
And I fucked him. Nice and brutally as he screamed and cried. The tears running out of his eyes as I fucked the daylights out of him marked every bit of the helplessness he felt inside. 
All the muscles he built are certainly not helping him now. God damn it feels like heaven seeing him being put through hell. I can feel myself getting close, so I ripped out of his ass, causing a nice long scream from him while I stepped up and cum all over his face, leaving his mug a mess of cum and tears and spit that he couldn’t control. 
He rolled into a ball, crying and sobbing from the horrors I put him into. He crawled away from me, hiding himself as close to the corner as possible. 
I rested for about 10 minutes before I walked up to him again. “You are turning me on so much man. I want to spank you now.” I said with a grin. 
He looked at me with a terrified look on his face before he shook his head vigorously, balling himself as far as he can into the corner. 
"No? I don’t think you have a choice." I said jokingly as I reached out and grabbed one of his nipples and twisted. The scream nearly shock my hand off but I gave it another half turn just for kicks while his scream just got louder. 
I let go of his nipple and instead brushed against his leg. “Why don’t you raise those legs again so I can fuck you?” 
"Please please." He cried as he tried to protect himself, tears continuing to fall down his face. 
"Shh. It will be over soon." I said with a smirk.
He tried to make a run for it. Normally I can’t stop him. But this time, a quick pull and shove landed him onto his back on the ground. The new formula’s muscle weakness side effect is such a welcomed improvement.
I pulled his legs up to the shoulders. And for once he is completely powerless. He looks so deliciously helpless as he squirmed around on the ground, unable to get out of my grip.
The scream he let out was penetrating. I can feel my eardrums hurt. I shrugged. I guess that’s fair given I penetrated his muscle cunt. 
He flopped around a little, kind of like fish out of water really. Fun and entertaining for sure but I didn’t really get to enjoy it as I found the pain turned his guts into a milking furnace of muscles. So damn good.
Pinning him down with my body, I spanked his ass while I kept my cock deep inside him. The painful motions of his entire being vibrates right up my cock. I definitely need to do this more often. 
I didn’t last too long. Not with all the excitement in the air. But then again, his pain amplification is not going to last too much longer anyway. This time, he earned the load up his bodybuilder hole and I gave it to him deep inside. 
I left him on the floor while I sat back onto the couch. I watched as he slowly started stirring as he recovered from the pain and his pain levels fall back to normal. When he finally stood up, he eyes blazed as he looked at me. He wiped the tears and spit and my cum off his face with his hand.
"I am going to fucking kill you." He said in a low dark voice. The malice in his voice left me no doubt that he meant it. "I don’t fucking care about the drug no more. I am going to kill you." 
I smiled. “Of course you will.” I said. “That is assuming you can.” 
He charged me. But a front kick knocked him right back onto his ass. 
"What?" He said in shock.
"Sorry, forgot to tell you that my new formula is actually a little bit like a poison." I said with a shrug in my shoulders. "Weakness will be a continuous side effect unless other specialized medication is taken in conjunction. User discretion is advised."
"What the fuck." He said as he feels the weakness still enveloping him. 
"Antidote." I said. "That’s what you need. An antidote that takes the weakness off." 
I held up a pill. “This pill will last you for one day. Splendid little marvel of an invention don’t you think?” I grinned at him. “Without it, it will take about another 2 to 3 hours before you heart gets so weak that you will suffer some other issues.”
I traced my hand over his muscular arm. I took his hand and placed the pill there. “Better look at the clock and come back in exactly 24 hours.” I said. “And you better not be late. In fact, you better hope I am not late either. And I suggest you start praying for my continual longevity and good health. Because, you know, your life kind of depends on it.”
He stared at the pill in his hand and immediately popped it down. Probably he cannot stand another moment of weakness, especially when his life is on the line. 
"You are crazy. You are absolutely fucking crazy." He is breathing really fast, no doubt trying to calm himself from doing something he will definitely regret.
I smiled. “A fine line between madness and genius.” 
"I am definitely both."

"You ready for it?" I asked him.

He nodded voicelessly. I motioned with a small movement of my head. He knows the drill. He pushed down his shorts. He didn’t bother with underwear today. Not that it is all that necessary anyway. 

He lifted his tree trunk like legs up into the air, exposing that familiar muscle pussy to my eyes. I smirked. He looked away from my face for a second before looking back into my eyes. “I told you before, but I will tell you again. I love how much of a slut you look like when you spread your legs into the air like that. Just like some cheap whore begging to get fucked.”

He closed his eyes. I reached up and slapped his face. “Look at me bitch. And let’s hear you beg for it.” 

He opened his eyes, the usually strong confident look replaced with deep humiliation. “Please fuck me.” He said.

Damn music to my ears. “Fuck you where?” I asked as I took my cock out. 

"In the ass." He said, his voice low. 

"Let’s try that again. Where?" I asked. 

"In my pussy. Fuck me in my muscle pussy." He finally decided to get it over with.

If this was any other usual day, our exchange will end there and I will shove my cock into him and fuck him. He offers his ass, I offer the drug.

This time, I paused. Instead I reached into a case and took out a slightly bluish looking liquid. His eyes widen at the sight of the syringe. This is good stuff. If hormones and steroids are good, this is the fucking king of the crop. And none of that shrunken balls and roid gut bullshit too. Only one drawback. Pain. Motherfucking pain like nothing else. 5 times the normal pain sensations. A fucking paper cut will feel like ripping a finger off type of pain. But it gets results.

"I am going to give you a dose early today." I said. "Instead of fucking you first. I am going to give it to you in advance. This is a better formula too. How kind of me huh?" 

He didn’t look at all thrilled with the idea. If I was ripping his ass to shreds before, he will certainly feel like I am killing him now. But he knows this is my game and everything goes by my rules. I love having a monopoly. 

He slowly nodded. Stupid. But he agreed and I am not about to tell him what a fool he is. I quickly shot the liquid into him and watched as it takes effect. To test and make sure it worked, I pushed the head of my cock against his muscle cunt and shoved it in. 

He screamed. Damn yeah the formula is working. He screamed like he never screamed before and I can feel the air shake with the vibrations. And that was just the head. As I crammed more into him, his screams got louder. I am glad I had sound barriers put up. I don’t want cops to come knocking for disturbing the neighbours. 

Tears, spit. All sense of body control completely deserted him. He tried to fight me off. Normally I am no match against him. Of course, I thought about that already. New and improved formula means that his muscles are rendered useless. At least useless until an hour later.

And I fucked him. Nice and brutally as he screamed and cried. The tears running out of his eyes as I fucked the daylights out of him marked every bit of the helplessness he felt inside. 

All the muscles he built are certainly not helping him now. God damn it feels like heaven seeing him being put through hell. I can feel myself getting close, so I ripped out of his ass, causing a nice long scream from him while I stepped up and cum all over his face, leaving his mug a mess of cum and tears and spit that he couldn’t control. 

He rolled into a ball, crying and sobbing from the horrors I put him into. He crawled away from me, hiding himself as close to the corner as possible. 

I rested for about 10 minutes before I walked up to him again. “You are turning me on so much man. I want to spank you now.” I said with a grin. 

He looked at me with a terrified look on his face before he shook his head vigorously, balling himself as far as he can into the corner. 

"No? I don’t think you have a choice." I said jokingly as I reached out and grabbed one of his nipples and twisted. The scream nearly shock my hand off but I gave it another half turn just for kicks while his scream just got louder. 

I let go of his nipple and instead brushed against his leg. “Why don’t you raise those legs again so I can fuck you?” 

"Please please." He cried as he tried to protect himself, tears continuing to fall down his face. 

"Shh. It will be over soon." I said with a smirk.

He tried to make a run for it. Normally I can’t stop him. But this time, a quick pull and shove landed him onto his back on the ground. The new formula’s muscle weakness side effect is such a welcomed improvement.

I pulled his legs up to the shoulders. And for once he is completely powerless. He looks so deliciously helpless as he squirmed around on the ground, unable to get out of my grip.

The scream he let out was penetrating. I can feel my eardrums hurt. I shrugged. I guess that’s fair given I penetrated his muscle cunt. 

He flopped around a little, kind of like fish out of water really. Fun and entertaining for sure but I didn’t really get to enjoy it as I found the pain turned his guts into a milking furnace of muscles. So damn good.

Pinning him down with my body, I spanked his ass while I kept my cock deep inside him. The painful motions of his entire being vibrates right up my cock. I definitely need to do this more often. 

I didn’t last too long. Not with all the excitement in the air. But then again, his pain amplification is not going to last too much longer anyway. This time, he earned the load up his bodybuilder hole and I gave it to him deep inside. 

I left him on the floor while I sat back onto the couch. I watched as he slowly started stirring as he recovered from the pain and his pain levels fall back to normal. When he finally stood up, he eyes blazed as he looked at me. He wiped the tears and spit and my cum off his face with his hand.

"I am going to fucking kill you." He said in a low dark voice. The malice in his voice left me no doubt that he meant it. "I don’t fucking care about the drug no more. I am going to kill you." 

I smiled. “Of course you will.” I said. “That is assuming you can.” 

He charged me. But a front kick knocked him right back onto his ass. 

"What?" He said in shock.

"Sorry, forgot to tell you that my new formula is actually a little bit like a poison." I said with a shrug in my shoulders. "Weakness will be a continuous side effect unless other specialized medication is taken in conjunction. User discretion is advised."

"What the fuck." He said as he feels the weakness still enveloping him. 

"Antidote." I said. "That’s what you need. An antidote that takes the weakness off." 

I held up a pill. “This pill will last you for one day. Splendid little marvel of an invention don’t you think?” I grinned at him. “Without it, it will take about another 2 to 3 hours before you heart gets so weak that you will suffer some other issues.”

I traced my hand over his muscular arm. I took his hand and placed the pill there. “Better look at the clock and come back in exactly 24 hours.” I said. “And you better not be late. In fact, you better hope I am not late either. And I suggest you start praying for my continual longevity and good health. Because, you know, your life kind of depends on it.”

He stared at the pill in his hand and immediately popped it down. Probably he cannot stand another moment of weakness, especially when his life is on the line. 

"You are crazy. You are absolutely fucking crazy." He is breathing really fast, no doubt trying to calm himself from doing something he will definitely regret.

I smiled. “A fine line between madness and genius.” 

"I am definitely both."

Did you delete a story or something? there was an older story you wrote that I really liked but I can’t find it anywhere on your blog, and I went to the beginning too.

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I never take down a story. If it is gone it is either tumblr’s doing or you were thinking of the wrong place.

Anonymous asked:

holy fuck! blackmail their father? 1-story like this begs for a prequel-the real art is how you got 2 virgin jock bros to give it up to you together. thats the real story. and 2-if this isnt a set up to a part 2 i dont know what is?! why does he want to blackmail the dad? to what end? very interesting story. the before and after definitely where the heat is here.

I think I will leave a lot of that to your imagination. A story all told is a little predictable. 

buffskruffnskin
I watched his try to set the skateboard against the wall. He looked down in confusion when it clattered to the ground, unable to figure out why putting something against a wall wheel first is a good idea. I shook my head slightly to myself, biting back the comment that was about to come out of my mouth.
He kicked at the board, doing a miserable job of removing it from his path. When he finally got it out of the way, he kicked it right into my sofa. I was about to say something when he started to take his clothes off. Not that there was much to take off, he lost the shorts and underwear in one full motion. His shirt was never on to begin with. I sometimes wonder why he even bother with bringing a shirt. He left his shoes on, however.
Taking my mind off the distraction of his body, I said to him. “You just scratched up my couch.” 
He didn’t bother to look, his mind was elsewhere. He knelt down in front of me and looked up. “Please fuck me Daddy.” He said, rubbing his face in my crotch. 
I don’t think he understands how distracting he can be when he does something like this. But he definitely avoided further comments from me. Especially when he continued. “Please? I need to feel your big fat cock stretching my tight asshole open. Fuck me Daddy?” 
I pulled my cock out and slapped it against his face. I whipped it back and forth across his mouth and lips until he caught it in his mouth and started to suck. 
Shit. The combination of the visual of this muscle boy on his knees taking my cock and the fact that he is calling me, a guy smaller and younger than him Daddy is getting me real worked up. I bit back a moan.
"You like that boy?" I asked, pulling his head in and fucked his face hard.
When I finally let him up for air, he pulled back and said. “Yes. Tastes so good Daddy.” 
"Get on your back." I said to him. He pulled back and got down onto the ground. He pulled his legs up into the air. I noticed his shoes are still on. He tends to like keeping them on. According to him it makes him feel more naked when only his shoes are on. It makes him feels like even more of a slut.
I got down and lined my cock up with his hole. 
"No lube?" He asked.
I grinned at him. “Daddy’s muscle slut don’t need lube. He needs cock.” With that, I slammed in, not even bothering to take it easy. 
He screamed. A low masculine scream of pain. The pain of being fucked, of being ripped wide open by cock. I love that sound. 
"It hurts." He moaned.
"Yeah? But it hurts good right? Now ask Daddy to hurt you." I pulled a bit and fucked hard into him. 
"Oh fuck. Hurt me. Hurt me Daddy." He groaned. 
I pulled out completely and rammed into him. He yelled. I leaned forward and really started to fuck him. I pulled back my fist and punched him in the chest. “Come on. Big fucking muscle man can take pain right? Ask for it. Beg Daddy to hurt you.” I growled at him while I slapped him full across the face.
"More Daddy. Hurt me. Hit me. Abuse me!" He yelled. 
I pulled his head back by his hair and punched him full in the guts. I spanked his ass red. I twisted his nipples and pulled him closer to me by his tits while I rammed into his jock hole. He took it all. Fucking muscle animal for abuse and he is loving every bit of it. 
We lost our heads in the lust of the moment. I was trying to break him and he was with me every step of the way, yelling encouragement and asking for more of what hurts him the most. 
I must have shot multiple loads inside of him. I remember shooting deep inside him when I was continually landing my fist on his guts. The gutpunching caused vibrations to travel right into his abs, his guts, causing his hole to milk my cock wildly, drawing a load out of me. I know I must have shot a load while I was slapping him all over, his face looks swollen from where I smacked him hard. I think I also shot one at some point which explains the black and blue eye of his. 
If the cum dripping out of his muscle cunt is any indication, he was well and truly fucked. 
We were both just there, on the ground, relaxing after some good old fashion brutal man sex. He shifted and stood up. He almost collapsed back onto the ground, his legs and body weak from the abuse I put on him. But all the work in the gym paid off and his muscled his way into a standing position. 
He stumbled to the fridge and came back with an ice pack. I fully expected him to place it on his face to take the swelling down a bit, but instead, he placed it on my knuckles. 
For the first time, I noticed that my knuckles were also bruised from all the punches and slaps. I looked at him as he rested the ice against my hand. 
He started to get dressed. I just looked on as he painfully bend over to pull his shorts up. I interrupted him. 
"You can’t go out like that." I said, motioning to his chest where the signs of my abuse where clearly marked from bites to bruises. His chest and abs are a canvas of the different damages one man can infect on another.
He held up his shirt. “I have a shirt.” He said. I think I finally figured out why he brought one. All the times before I just ignore him while he stumbled out of my place after putting his shirt on. But this time, I looked at him. 
Despite the shirt, I can still see the damages. His neck is bruised from where I closed my hands against his throat. His arms showed multiple places where the coloring is starting to change or already blue and purple. His face was a mess and I think I split his lip from the dried up blood. 
He slowly made his way to the door, each step a difficulty for him. 
I looked at his back as he moved away. A distance image from the usual strength and power that he displays. Now he is weak, vulnerable.
"You hate this don’t you. You hate being abused." I said from behind him. His body stiffened.
"No. I love it." He said, not turning his head back. 
"Look at me." I said. He turned towards me. "Tell me the rest of the sentence. You only told me half of it."
"I love it…" He said again. I stared at him hard. He resigned and said the rest. With a hint of hope in his eyes, he said. "I love it when you do it." 
I looked at him for a second. “You didn’t clean my cock.” I said.
The glint of hope in his eyes died away. He knelt down and took my cock into his mouth, carefully cleaning my cock of his assjuice and my dried cum. 
I looked down at him, his face swollen and one of his eye hardly opened due to the bruising. I brushed my hand on his face slight. He flinched at my touch. 
"Why don’t you stay the night and let the swelling go down a bit." I said finally. 
His eyes snapped up at me. Not believing what I just said to him. 
I continued. “The couch pulls out into a bed. You can use that.” 
He shook his head slightly. “There’s a carpet at the foot of your bed. Do you think I…” His voice trailed off. 
I tried, but I can’t keep the smile off my face. 
"Yes. Make yourself comfortable." I said.
He did. He slept that night on the carpet. 
And he never left.

I watched his try to set the skateboard against the wall. He looked down in confusion when it clattered to the ground, unable to figure out why putting something against a wall wheel first is a good idea. I shook my head slightly to myself, biting back the comment that was about to come out of my mouth.

He kicked at the board, doing a miserable job of removing it from his path. When he finally got it out of the way, he kicked it right into my sofa. I was about to say something when he started to take his clothes off. Not that there was much to take off, he lost the shorts and underwear in one full motion. His shirt was never on to begin with. I sometimes wonder why he even bother with bringing a shirt. He left his shoes on, however.

Taking my mind off the distraction of his body, I said to him. “You just scratched up my couch.” 

He didn’t bother to look, his mind was elsewhere. He knelt down in front of me and looked up. “Please fuck me Daddy.” He said, rubbing his face in my crotch. 

I don’t think he understands how distracting he can be when he does something like this. But he definitely avoided further comments from me. Especially when he continued. “Please? I need to feel your big fat cock stretching my tight asshole open. Fuck me Daddy?” 

I pulled my cock out and slapped it against his face. I whipped it back and forth across his mouth and lips until he caught it in his mouth and started to suck. 

Shit. The combination of the visual of this muscle boy on his knees taking my cock and the fact that he is calling me, a guy smaller and younger than him Daddy is getting me real worked up. I bit back a moan.

"You like that boy?" I asked, pulling his head in and fucked his face hard.

When I finally let him up for air, he pulled back and said. “Yes. Tastes so good Daddy.” 

"Get on your back." I said to him. He pulled back and got down onto the ground. He pulled his legs up into the air. I noticed his shoes are still on. He tends to like keeping them on. According to him it makes him feel more naked when only his shoes are on. It makes him feels like even more of a slut.

I got down and lined my cock up with his hole. 

"No lube?" He asked.

I grinned at him. “Daddy’s muscle slut don’t need lube. He needs cock.” With that, I slammed in, not even bothering to take it easy. 

He screamed. A low masculine scream of pain. The pain of being fucked, of being ripped wide open by cock. I love that sound. 

"It hurts." He moaned.

"Yeah? But it hurts good right? Now ask Daddy to hurt you." I pulled a bit and fucked hard into him. 

"Oh fuck. Hurt me. Hurt me Daddy." He groaned. 

I pulled out completely and rammed into him. He yelled. I leaned forward and really started to fuck him. I pulled back my fist and punched him in the chest. “Come on. Big fucking muscle man can take pain right? Ask for it. Beg Daddy to hurt you.” I growled at him while I slapped him full across the face.

"More Daddy. Hurt me. Hit me. Abuse me!" He yelled. 

I pulled his head back by his hair and punched him full in the guts. I spanked his ass red. I twisted his nipples and pulled him closer to me by his tits while I rammed into his jock hole. He took it all. Fucking muscle animal for abuse and he is loving every bit of it. 

We lost our heads in the lust of the moment. I was trying to break him and he was with me every step of the way, yelling encouragement and asking for more of what hurts him the most. 

I must have shot multiple loads inside of him. I remember shooting deep inside him when I was continually landing my fist on his guts. The gutpunching caused vibrations to travel right into his abs, his guts, causing his hole to milk my cock wildly, drawing a load out of me. I know I must have shot a load while I was slapping him all over, his face looks swollen from where I smacked him hard. I think I also shot one at some point which explains the black and blue eye of his. 

If the cum dripping out of his muscle cunt is any indication, he was well and truly fucked. 

We were both just there, on the ground, relaxing after some good old fashion brutal man sex. He shifted and stood up. He almost collapsed back onto the ground, his legs and body weak from the abuse I put on him. But all the work in the gym paid off and his muscled his way into a standing position. 

He stumbled to the fridge and came back with an ice pack. I fully expected him to place it on his face to take the swelling down a bit, but instead, he placed it on my knuckles. 

For the first time, I noticed that my knuckles were also bruised from all the punches and slaps. I looked at him as he rested the ice against my hand. 

He started to get dressed. I just looked on as he painfully bend over to pull his shorts up. I interrupted him. 

"You can’t go out like that." I said, motioning to his chest where the signs of my abuse where clearly marked from bites to bruises. His chest and abs are a canvas of the different damages one man can infect on another.

He held up his shirt. “I have a shirt.” He said. I think I finally figured out why he brought one. All the times before I just ignore him while he stumbled out of my place after putting his shirt on. But this time, I looked at him. 

Despite the shirt, I can still see the damages. His neck is bruised from where I closed my hands against his throat. His arms showed multiple places where the coloring is starting to change or already blue and purple. His face was a mess and I think I split his lip from the dried up blood. 

He slowly made his way to the door, each step a difficulty for him. 

I looked at his back as he moved away. A distance image from the usual strength and power that he displays. Now he is weak, vulnerable.

"You hate this don’t you. You hate being abused." I said from behind him. His body stiffened.

"No. I love it." He said, not turning his head back. 

"Look at me." I said. He turned towards me. "Tell me the rest of the sentence. You only told me half of it."

"I love it…" He said again. I stared at him hard. He resigned and said the rest. With a hint of hope in his eyes, he said. "I love it when you do it." 

I looked at him for a second. “You didn’t clean my cock.” I said.

The glint of hope in his eyes died away. He knelt down and took my cock into his mouth, carefully cleaning my cock of his assjuice and my dried cum. 

I looked down at him, his face swollen and one of his eye hardly opened due to the bruising. I brushed my hand on his face slight. He flinched at my touch. 

"Why don’t you stay the night and let the swelling go down a bit." I said finally. 

His eyes snapped up at me. Not believing what I just said to him. 

I continued. “The couch pulls out into a bed. You can use that.” 

He shook his head slightly. “There’s a carpet at the foot of your bed. Do you think I…” His voice trailed off. 

I tried, but I can’t keep the smile off my face. 

"Yes. Make yourself comfortable." I said.

He did. He slept that night on the carpet. 

And he never left.

smallcockrocks
When I opened the box, the box that he had always hide away from me. What I saw inside took me a trip down into some long forgotten history.

"I want you to be waiting for me when I arrive." I said into the phone. 
"Fine." He answered. I don’t like that tone.
"Outside." I said. 
"Fine." He said. This boy needs some discipline. I must be too easy on him lately.
"Naked." I decided to up the stakes. 
"What?" He asked, astonished. 
"You heard what I said. Let’s just say that I look forward to you disobeying." I replied. I cut the line.
I drove into his driveway. He stood there, ready for me. The combination of cold and nervousness made him shrink up to an even smaller state than he is normally. I had to smile. 
"Looking good." I said, I pointedly looked up and down his body, pausing for a moment on his crotch. "Little boy." 
Despite the darkness, I can see and feel him blushing all over. He is not used to having his masculinity or his manhood questioned. But with me, those were never something he can protect.
My smile on my face fell off. Before he had a chance to react, I slapped his across the face. “Why the fuck aren’t you naked, you fucking piece of shit?” I growled.
It took him a moment to register what I was referring to. He realized that in his haste he had forgotten to take off his socks. 
He tried to say something, but I had no patience for his explanations. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards me. “I gave you explicit instructions. I want you waiting for me naked. And you clearly think it is fun to test my tolerance.” I spat in his face.
He tried to explain himself. Something about forgetting and not challenging me and crap. I didn’t bother to listen. 
"You are a fuck up." I said. "A completely useless fuck up who can’t even follow simple instructions." 
He shut up at this point. 
"Bend over." I said. 
"What?" He dared to question me again. 
"I said bend the fuck over." I grabbed his shoulders and spin him around, shoving him in the back. "A fuck up like you needs to get fucked." 
"But we are outside and people will see." He protested. This guy just don’t know when to quit. I half shoved half guided him down to all fours.
"Then they will all get a front row seat to how much of a fuck up you are." I said, not waiting for any further protest. I pulled my cock out and lined it up with his hole. Deciding to take a little bit of pity, I rolled a condom on for the slight bit of lube.
I am going in just like that. I know he isn’t ready for it. I went in rough. To his credit he steeled himself and didn’t scream. But the shakes in his body showed no doubt that he was in pain. He bit into his own knuckles to silence the screams.
It took a few minutes, but soon he was biting his hand for another reason. I can feel the change in him. 
I leaned in and whispered into his ear. “You love this don’t you? You love getting fucked.” 
He didn’t answered, afraid that if he does he won’t be able to stop him. I pulled his hand away from his face. “Answer me.” I said. 
He started to moan and bit it back in time. “Yes.” He hissed. 
"Tell me." I slapped his ass playfully. 
"I love getting fucked." He answered. 
"Attaboy." I said, patting his head and shoving his head down until he was chest down and ass up on the dirty pavement. 
I fucked his ass like that until I feel myself getting close. Then I placed my boot onto his neck, keeping his face and chest down hard against the concrete as I pounded him harder. I let out a growl and shot my load.
When I was finished with him, I pulled out. Taking off the condom, I kicked his side until he rolled over onto his back.
His face and chest were slightly red from where I had him rubbing against the concrete as I fucked him. I didn’t care. I kicked his sides until he opened his mouth wide. I took the condom and squeezed my cum out all over his face and partly into his mouth. 
Then, I dropped the used condom right into his mouth. “Chew.” I said. “Chew that thing like it’s bubble gum.” 
He looked miserable chewing on that dirty rubber. But I enjoyed seeing him so used. 
I let him chew on it for a good while. I would have slapped his face again, but I might get my hands dirty. Instead I settled for spitting on his face. 
"Go get out of my sight." I said as I stood up and headed back for my car.
He stood up and started to spit the condom out. I turned back at him and glared. 
"Did I tell you that you can take my condom out of your trash can mouth?" I asked.
He had a deer caught in the headlights look on his face. I decided to play with him more. “You are going to keep that in your mouth. In fact, go home and turn on the TV. Every half hour, with the news channel as the background, I want you to send me a photo of you with that condom still in your mouth. And you are going to keep doing that until it is 2am.” 
I know he would probably get away with taking the condom out of his mouth and only putting it in for the picture. But I didn’t care about that. The point is to remind him of the humiliating experience he had tonight.
"Oh, and since I am such a kind person, you can jerk off and cum at 2am. I want the picture with your cum on your abs and condom in your mouth."
I didn’t bother to wait for the messages. I went to sleep. When I checked my phone in the morning, his photos are sent to me as I expected. The 2am photo had him with the condom half sticking out of his mouth and far away look in his eyes. His face, chest and abs were soaked in his cum. 

It had been 2 years. He hates it. Or at least he claims he hates it. And he told me he hates it over and over for the last 2 years. I smiled to myself. In the box, there is only one thing there.
A chewed up condom.

When I opened the box, the box that he had always hide away from me. What I saw inside took me a trip down into some long forgotten history.

"I want you to be waiting for me when I arrive." I said into the phone. 

"Fine." He answered. I don’t like that tone.

"Outside." I said. 

"Fine." He said. This boy needs some discipline. I must be too easy on him lately.

"Naked." I decided to up the stakes. 

"What?" He asked, astonished. 

"You heard what I said. Let’s just say that I look forward to you disobeying." I replied. I cut the line.

I drove into his driveway. He stood there, ready for me. The combination of cold and nervousness made him shrink up to an even smaller state than he is normally. I had to smile. 

"Looking good." I said, I pointedly looked up and down his body, pausing for a moment on his crotch. "Little boy." 

Despite the darkness, I can see and feel him blushing all over. He is not used to having his masculinity or his manhood questioned. But with me, those were never something he can protect.

My smile on my face fell off. Before he had a chance to react, I slapped his across the face. “Why the fuck aren’t you naked, you fucking piece of shit?” I growled.

It took him a moment to register what I was referring to. He realized that in his haste he had forgotten to take off his socks. 

He tried to say something, but I had no patience for his explanations. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards me. “I gave you explicit instructions. I want you waiting for me naked. And you clearly think it is fun to test my tolerance.” I spat in his face.

He tried to explain himself. Something about forgetting and not challenging me and crap. I didn’t bother to listen. 

"You are a fuck up." I said. "A completely useless fuck up who can’t even follow simple instructions." 

He shut up at this point. 

"Bend over." I said. 

"What?" He dared to question me again. 

"I said bend the fuck over." I grabbed his shoulders and spin him around, shoving him in the back. "A fuck up like you needs to get fucked." 

"But we are outside and people will see." He protested. This guy just don’t know when to quit. I half shoved half guided him down to all fours.

"Then they will all get a front row seat to how much of a fuck up you are." I said, not waiting for any further protest. I pulled my cock out and lined it up with his hole. Deciding to take a little bit of pity, I rolled a condom on for the slight bit of lube.

I am going in just like that. I know he isn’t ready for it. I went in rough. To his credit he steeled himself and didn’t scream. But the shakes in his body showed no doubt that he was in pain. He bit into his own knuckles to silence the screams.

It took a few minutes, but soon he was biting his hand for another reason. I can feel the change in him. 

I leaned in and whispered into his ear. “You love this don’t you? You love getting fucked.” 

He didn’t answered, afraid that if he does he won’t be able to stop him. I pulled his hand away from his face. “Answer me.” I said. 

He started to moan and bit it back in time. “Yes.” He hissed. 

"Tell me." I slapped his ass playfully. 

"I love getting fucked." He answered. 

"Attaboy." I said, patting his head and shoving his head down until he was chest down and ass up on the dirty pavement. 

I fucked his ass like that until I feel myself getting close. Then I placed my boot onto his neck, keeping his face and chest down hard against the concrete as I pounded him harder. I let out a growl and shot my load.

When I was finished with him, I pulled out. Taking off the condom, I kicked his side until he rolled over onto his back.

His face and chest were slightly red from where I had him rubbing against the concrete as I fucked him. I didn’t care. I kicked his sides until he opened his mouth wide. I took the condom and squeezed my cum out all over his face and partly into his mouth. 

Then, I dropped the used condom right into his mouth. “Chew.” I said. “Chew that thing like it’s bubble gum.” 

He looked miserable chewing on that dirty rubber. But I enjoyed seeing him so used. 

I let him chew on it for a good while. I would have slapped his face again, but I might get my hands dirty. Instead I settled for spitting on his face. 

"Go get out of my sight." I said as I stood up and headed back for my car.

He stood up and started to spit the condom out. I turned back at him and glared. 

"Did I tell you that you can take my condom out of your trash can mouth?" I asked.

He had a deer caught in the headlights look on his face. I decided to play with him more. “You are going to keep that in your mouth. In fact, go home and turn on the TV. Every half hour, with the news channel as the background, I want you to send me a photo of you with that condom still in your mouth. And you are going to keep doing that until it is 2am.” 

I know he would probably get away with taking the condom out of his mouth and only putting it in for the picture. But I didn’t care about that. The point is to remind him of the humiliating experience he had tonight.

"Oh, and since I am such a kind person, you can jerk off and cum at 2am. I want the picture with your cum on your abs and condom in your mouth."

I didn’t bother to wait for the messages. I went to sleep. When I checked my phone in the morning, his photos are sent to me as I expected. The 2am photo had him with the condom half sticking out of his mouth and far away look in his eyes. His face, chest and abs were soaked in his cum. 

It had been 2 years. He hates it. Or at least he claims he hates it. And he told me he hates it over and over for the last 2 years. I smiled to myself. In the box, there is only one thing there.

A chewed up condom.

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They are quite alike in many ways. The way the two of them both bend down to retrieve at the same time. The way they both reached back and landed a hand right below their ass. I am sure they are probably struggling over the same thing. They wanted to touch their assholes, their puffy swollen well fucked jock holes. They wanted to survey the damage, the damage my thick cock caused them by fucking them all night and again earlier this morning. 
They are also scared. Scared that my loads, which I never given them the case to get rid of, might come dripping out and their fucked up and stretched out cum dumpster of a jock pussy cannot hold it in. 
It was fun, so much fun, to have both of them on their backs, legs wide open and up in the air. The shy looks they gave each other as I used my fingers to push their man cunts open is just so entertaining. 
And I made them hold each other’s legs up as I fucked each one. Making each of them instrumental in the taking of the other’s cherry virgin ass. 
I made them taste their first cock at the same time. Pushing their heads together until both of them stick their tongue out and make out with the head of my cock separating their lips. 
I fed both of them, at the same time, a load of my cum. Each of them learned the taste of my cum at the same time, the first taste of another cum that ever coated their tongues. 
While I would like to, I unfortunately wasn’t able to breed both their asses as the same time. I figured they deserved more than me pulling out half way to give half of my load to the other. Instead, I made it a point to fuck each of them as close together as possible so that both are used as a jock pussy within the same hour.
I am a big advocate that they shared everything. And that it is of utmost importance that they share it together.
I glanced at my phone. My phone which I knew was recording the entire time. It captured every moment of the action. They don’t know about it, but I am sure they will look back with fondness that I had documented this life changing and life defining moment for them. 
They will watch it, probably together, once I provide it to them. Kind of like a family movie featuring the two brothers.
But that have to wait. They will watch it, eventually anyway. But first. 
I am going to need it to blackmail their father.

They are quite alike in many ways. The way the two of them both bend down to retrieve at the same time. The way they both reached back and landed a hand right below their ass. I am sure they are probably struggling over the same thing. They wanted to touch their assholes, their puffy swollen well fucked jock holes. They wanted to survey the damage, the damage my thick cock caused them by fucking them all night and again earlier this morning. 

They are also scared. Scared that my loads, which I never given them the case to get rid of, might come dripping out and their fucked up and stretched out cum dumpster of a jock pussy cannot hold it in. 

It was fun, so much fun, to have both of them on their backs, legs wide open and up in the air. The shy looks they gave each other as I used my fingers to push their man cunts open is just so entertaining. 

And I made them hold each other’s legs up as I fucked each one. Making each of them instrumental in the taking of the other’s cherry virgin ass. 

I made them taste their first cock at the same time. Pushing their heads together until both of them stick their tongue out and make out with the head of my cock separating their lips. 

I fed both of them, at the same time, a load of my cum. Each of them learned the taste of my cum at the same time, the first taste of another cum that ever coated their tongues. 

While I would like to, I unfortunately wasn’t able to breed both their asses as the same time. I figured they deserved more than me pulling out half way to give half of my load to the other. Instead, I made it a point to fuck each of them as close together as possible so that both are used as a jock pussy within the same hour.

I am a big advocate that they shared everything. And that it is of utmost importance that they share it together.

I glanced at my phone. My phone which I knew was recording the entire time. It captured every moment of the action. They don’t know about it, but I am sure they will look back with fondness that I had documented this life changing and life defining moment for them. 

They will watch it, probably together, once I provide it to them. Kind of like a family movie featuring the two brothers.

But that have to wait. They will watch it, eventually anyway. But first.

I am going to need it to blackmail their father.