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DEPRAVED DAYS OF DECEMBER_DAY 21 - JOHNNY_
------------------------- Johnny obeyed immediately when I told him to take off his shirt. He was grinning stupidly, absent-mindedly flexing those enormous arms of his while I looked him up and down. “Looking very good, boy,” I remarked. The big jock laughed. “Thanks, Coach. I’ve been doing like you said, going to the gym five times a week.” “I can see that,” I said. “How much are you now? 195?” “210 pounds, Coach,” he said proudly. My eyes were glued to those magnificent muscle tits, those beautifully over-pumped arms, that handsome, dumb face. I couldn’t get enough of this boy. “Very nice. Why don’t you go ahead and take those shorts off too, while you’re at it. Show Coach those quads of yours,” I said. A flicker of concern crossed his handsome face, but it disappeared as soon as it came. He quickly re-established his stupid grin, and started to take off his shorts and shoes. Johnny was stupid, but not too stupid to disobey his Coach. “My, my,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the stud as he revealed his trunks of legs and a massive bulge in his underwear. I knew from the lockerrooms how well-endowed the jock was. “Think it’ll be enough to beat Ohio next week, sir?” Johnnylaughed.
“It better be,” I said. “Ohio’s won all their other games, thus far. If anyone’s going to stop them, it’ll be us.” Johnny told me not to worry, he was gonna take care of it. The way he stood there, full of pride and confidence - arrogance, almost - made my fantasy run wild. He seemed so perfectly comfortable around his Coach, even in nothing but his underwear; he revelled in my attention and wanted nothing more than for me to prize his hard-earnedmuscles.
“Flex, Johnny,” I said. “And don’t forget to show me yourbackside, too.”
The big jock did as he was told. He lifted up his enormous arms and flexed them as best as he could, really making a show out of showing me his body. He made his big tits bounce, turned his abs into a chiseled eight-pack, and flexed his quads. My boner twitched in my pants as I watched Johnny perform for me. Then he turned around, and showed me his impressive back. The boy was nothing but pure strength, only muscles upon more muscles. 20 years young, and already at the top of the hierarchy. Or so he believed. Of course, I knew exactly why Johnny was being so obedient and eager to show off. He knew I was thinking about naming him team captain. To my jocks, there really was no greater honor than that. He would do anything to be picked for the job, knowing very well how much it would increase his chances of ever reaching the NFL. Before the stud could turn back around to face me, my hand had found its way to his unbelievable glutes. I dug my fingers into his asscheek, and finally had a good feel of that impeccable butt. Johnny jumped at the sudden harassment, turning around and instinctively backing away. His stupid grin had made place for a look of shock and confusion. Showing off was one thing, but being groped byanother man…
“W-wow!! What the hell?!” the hunk yelled. “What, boy? Did you really think Coach only wanted you to strip and flex to see your progress?” I scoffed. His face had already gotten a couple shades redder. “C-Coach, Id-don’t-”
“Shut it, meathead. You knew exactly why I made you take off your clothes, and you happily went along with it. You even flexed for me, and all. You’re almost as bad as those sluts you get at that fucking frat house of yours.” His eyes were big, panicky and horrified. His world was crumbling around him - Coach, the person he trusted more than anyone in the world, who had always taken care of him so well, was now trying to touch him in ways he had never even thought about. “I-I… I ain’t gay, C-Coach,” Johnny stammered. He was torn between his ingrained need to obey me, and every last voice in his head telling him this was more than wrong. The whole team captain thing also wasn’t helping with his ability to make reasonablechoices.
“Don’t you worry about that,” I said. I placed a hand on his broad shoulders, and felt his body freeze at the touch. But he didn’t try to shake me off. “I know a fag when I see one, Johnny. And you’re the biggest, thickest fag I’ve ever seen.” Some of his fear made place for anger, when he heard me use that word.Fag.
I knew how much they all hated it, but that was exactly why I liked using it. It acted as a painfully humiliating reminder of what theyreally were.
“I’m not a faggot,” the stud said, clenching his fists.Resolute, adamant.
I gave his shoulder a little squeeze, and raised my eyebrows. Johnny’s face lit up again as he saw the look of contempt on his Coach’s face, and his newfound confidence vanished immediately. “Are you calling me a liar, boy?” I whispered threateningly. He looked like a puppy that had just been caught being naughty. Johnny weakly shook his head, but he didn’t dare open his mouth. That was enough of a cue for me to continue my approach, and I pulled the half-naked stud closer. The big jock was too petrified to do anything as I rubbed his thick neck, bringing my face closer and carefully taking in his scent. Expensive aftershave with a light hint of musk beneath. He smelled like the field, and fresh submission. I held his head with one hand while the other one travelled down his back, towards the real jackpot. Johnny gasped as I invaded his boxers. I took a good handful of his fat ass, feeling his heartbeat quicken as I pressed my body against his. I felt his rock-hard muscles under perfect, silky skin, and was pleased to notice the growing bulge inhis boxer-briefs.
“Relax, Johnny,” I whispered in his ear, softly nibbling on his earlobe. “Coach is just gonna make you feel good. Don’t think about anything else.” “S-stop,” he whimpered, when my finger found his hole. “Please, sir. I-I’m not a fag. Don’t do this.” I brought one finger to his mouth, and told him to suck on it. “You want to stay Coach’s favorite, don’t you, Johnny?” I said, when he refused. “Only my favorite gets to become team captain. If not you, then I’ll find someone else on the team. Jackson, maybe? Or Brad?” The look in his puppy eyes was priceless. After a moment or two, the jock opened his trembling lips and let me invade his mouth. I made him lap and lick the finger until it was wet enough, then moved it back tohis ass.
Johnny let out a loud moan as I inserted my finger into his virgin ass. I wasn’t in the mood for patience, today. I rammed my finger all the way into his hole, and grabbed his throat with my other hand when he tried to struggle a little. “How’s that feel, meathead? Like having Coach finger your tightcunt?”
This sparked some more resistance from the slut. He had a pathetic attempt at getting away, but I just threw him on the couch and pinned him down without a sliver of effort. “P-please, sir,” Johnny stammered, while I ripped the underwear off his sculpted body, “Please, s-stop, I-I don’t- I can’t-” I gave him a good slap in the face to shut him up. I grabbed the jock’s thick legs and lifted them up, exposing his barely loosened hole. I revealed my own boner, and spat on it. “That’s the only lube a bitch like you deserves,” I growled, letting him feel the size of my cock, applying pressure at his entrance. “I’m gonna split you in half, Johnny. I’m gonna show you what being a team captain really means.” The poor jock howled in pain as I pushed inside of him, forcing his virgin ass to make way for my pole. The feeling of his tight boycunt around my dick was everything I’d expected and more. My star jock was lying here before me, impaled on my cock, writhing in pain and screaming like a little bitch. His massive muscles had been rendered useless by his innate need to obey a superior man. Johnny had never really respected anyone. I knew his father to be an unemployed alcoholic, someone my jock absolutely loathed. His worst fear was becoming like his dad, worthless and lazy, and that’s why he’d always worked so hard in the gym and on the field. He had no respect for his father, or for any of the teachers. All his respectwent out to me.
He had entrusted his entire existence to his Coach. If his situation at home got bad, Coach would always be the one to take care of him. If he had some problem with a teacher who threatened to get him off the team, Coach would always be there to save the day. Coach was the only person in his life he really, really trusted. And right now, Coach was raping that trust as hard as he was raping his perfect bubble butt. Once my cock had plowed its way into his hole and loosened it considerably, Johnny stopped screaming and just let me have my fun. The ripped stud just lay there, clearly on the verge of tears as I continued to fuck his ass. When he tried to close his eyes or look away, I grabbed his pretty face and slapped it a couple of times, ordering him to keep his eyeson mine.
So he did. I stared right into those beautiful puddles as I tore his hole to shreds. He was silently begging me for mercy, looking more hurt and vulnerable than I’d ever seen him. But while his eyes tried to show how much he hated this, his thick body reacted differently tomy cock.
Once I found that magic spot inside of my stud, I felt his heart rate increase. His breathing quickened, and his enormous dick grew into a gorgeous, humiliating boner. I took his bulging titties between my fingers, and made the jock gasp aloud as I twisted his sensitivespots.
No matter how much Johnny pretended to hate this, his body was betraying his true feelings. The big, cocky alpha always dominated everything and everyone in his life, but this was what he really needed, deep down. Johnny just needed a real man to put him in theright place.
The jock’s hand travelled instinctively toward his hard-on, but I intercepted it and pinned it down above his head. “No, no, Johnny,” I grinned, making him moan with a particularly vicious stab at his prostate, “Fags don’t get to touch their pathetic little tools, unless their Master tells them to. The only pleasure you’ll be experiencing from now on comes from this thick fucking ass of yours.” All he could do was moan loudly in response. My dick was driving him nuts, sending wave after wave of the most amazing sensations through his well-developed jock body; sensations he’d never thought werepossible.
As expected, it didn’t take long before those sensations gained the upper hand. I felt Johnny’s abundant muscles contract, the loudest moan escaping from his mouth as he arched his back and closed his eyes. Without a single touch, the stud creamed all over his own muscletits.
The sight of the young hunk in such ecstasy, and the feeling of his ass clenching around my cock, sent me over the edge at the same time. I dug my fingers in his beefy legs, and shot a big load up my boy’s ruined boypussy. Finally, my seed claimed the stud as my own. I would forever be the one to have taken his anal virginity, forever the one to have yanked him down from his alpha throne and made him into my fagbitch.
I had conquered Johnny. Once my orgasm subsided, I threw the muscular slut off the couch, and sat down. Johnny groaned as he hit the floor, cum immediately seeping out his raped ass, and I gave him a second or two to regain hisbreath.
“That was nice, wasn’t it, boy?” I chuckled. The naked jock threw me a bitter look. I was pleased to notice there were tears streaming down his handsome face. Now the pleasure was gone, only the humiliation and pain remained. He was completelybroken.
“F-fuck you,” he sobbed. I kicked his head back into the ground in response. That was sure to leave a bruise. Johnny yelped in pain, and started to cry even harder. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, you oversized cum-dump,” I spat. “You should see yourself. Naked, on the ground, crying like a fucking girl. Covered in your own sperm, with mine all up your freshly fucked ass. How fucking pathetic you are.” The poor jock was crying his eyes out, at this point, but it only fueled my insatiable desire to hurt him more. “It’s hilarious to think you’re supposed to be the King of College, King of the Field. You’re the exact opposite of a king, Johnny. You’re the lowest of the lowest, the most pathetic bitch that has ever walked this earth. All you’re good for is looking pretty and taking cock up your pussy. It’s a wonder you’ve been able to keep up this ‘alpha’ image for so long.” “S-stop,” Johnny cried, his voice drenched with so much pain it made my cock rock-hard again. “P-please, Coach-” I kicked him again. “It’s time for you to start addressing me more appropriately, boy. ‘Coach’ ain’t gonna do it anymore. It’ll be ‘Master’, from now on. Understand?” He looked up at me with his hurt, reddened eyes, and I felt the corners of my mouth curl up. He was perfect. “Y-yes, Master,” Johnny sobbed. “Good boy,” I grinned. “Now, get your fat ass over here and start licking Master’s cock clean.” The 210-pound beast slowly got to hands and feet. His massive muscles, which had once made him look so proud and impressive, now only made him look more pathetic. He was the perfect, beefy bitch I’d made himinto.
Finally, all those years of monitoring and guiding my star player weregonna pay off.
Johnny crawled over to me, tears still streaming down his pretty face. I ruffled through his hair, and sat back to enjoy his tongue on myboner.
“Don’t worry, Johnny,” I said, while the beefy stud tasted his own ass on my cock. “Everything’s going to be okay, as long as you do as I say. I’ve always taken care of you, haven’t I? I think it’s time you’re gonna start doing something back. You’re finally going to learn how to really satisfy your old Coach. That’s all you ever wanted, isn’t it?” “Y-yes, Master,” the broken stud stammered. I smiled. He was already starting to get accustomed to his newposition.
Hopefully for poor Johnny, his ass wasn’t too sore yet; all that tongue work of his was getting me real horny again. He was definitely going to have to spend the night.1,250 notes
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DEPRAVED DAYS OF DECEMBER _DAY 9 - WRESTLER WHORE _ ------------------------- “There’s my champion,” I grinned, walking into the lockerroom. He was alone, and I noticed a flicker of excitement in his eyes as hesaw me come in.
“Hey, Coach,” the handsome jock said. He was still wearing his singlet, all sweaty and steamy from the intense match he’d just won. I walked up to him, and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “You did very well, Carter,” I said. “I talked to some of the scouts. They were very impressed with you, today.” “Really? You think I’m gonna get that scholarship?” I grinned. The feeling of his warm muscles in my hand was enough to make my boner twitch in my pants. “Well, I can’t promise anything, of course,” I said, “But I think your chances are looking very good.” He seemed really pleased to hear that. I took that pretty face of his in one hand, and started rubbing his beefy arm up and down with the other. My boy’s face lit up a little, but he didn’t push me off. He knew very well that his body belonged to Coach alone. “When you pinned down that kid, just now, it reminded me of our first time. Remember that?” I asked. He nodded. Of course heremembered.
I pulled down the top-half of his singlet to reveal his ripped torso. His abs and pecs were glistening beautifully with a layer of sweat, and I eagerly let my hand explore his muscled physique. “Last year, was it? You completely destroyed your opponent. Finally made it to the State finals. I’d never seen you so damn proud andimpressive.”
The beefcake gasped as I took both his nipples between my fingers. He’d always been particularly sensitive, there. I was pleased to see his cock already growing in his singlet, straining against the tight lycra. His handsome face was flustered, and his eyes were wild and horny. I knew he loved it when Coach playedwith his tits.
“That was the first time you really looked like a man,” I continued. “A big, muscular warrior. A real victor.” “I remember,” he said, trying his best not to give in to the feelings my hands were sending through his thick body, “You took me home with you, for the first time. Told me you wanted to celebrate the big win, just you and me. I felt so proud of that.” My smile widened at the nostalgia. That had been one of my best days, a moment never to forget; and he was looking even better now, 19 and more beautiful than ever. I ran my hand across his eight pack and let it slip underneath his singlet, grabbing his fat boner. “That’s when I taught you your real place in life,” I said. I gave his dick a good squeeze, and the jock gasped again. The mixture of sweat and musk was driving me insane with lust. “Your favorite place. Isn’t that right?” “Y-yes, Coach,” the stud muttered, and he got to his knees. I didn’t even have to tell him anymore, these days. He was so conditioned to these moments with me, he knew exactly what to do. I revealed my own cock, and let him inhale the scent for a moment. The boy was impatiently biting his lip, breathing heavy as I slapped his face with my huge pole. I was mercilessly teasing him; I knew the smell and sight of Coach’ dick drove my jock nuts. He tried to take it in his mouth already, but I wouldn’t let him. “Uh, uh, boy,” I said. “What did I teach you?” He looked up at me with those submissive puppy eyes of his, and I could barely keep myself together. He needed my cock so, so bad, and he would do anything to be able to taste it again. “Please, Coach, let me suck your dick,” the handsome wrestler said. “I need you to fuck my face. Please, sir…” Of course I couldn’t say no to such an obedient little fag. As he wished, I slammed my rod into his desperate mouth, digging my fingers in his hair as I started to pound that pretty face. He took it all the way down his throat without gagging once. Normally he’d struggle a little, at first, but not today. The boy was probably eager to show off some more, after his great performance onthe mat.
“Eyes up here, hot stuff,” I said, using his esophagus as my glorified fuckpipe. “You like that, huh? Want Coach to feed you hiscum?”
The hunk nodded, taking my dick like an absolute pro, keeping his pretty eyes locked on mine. A small stain of precum had appeared in his bulging singlet. This was what he was born for, and why he fought so hard on the mat. Only winners deserved to taste Coach’ cock. He knew that all too well. Soon enough, I felt myself drawing close, and I completely buried my boy’s face in my crotch as I sprayed a hot load down his throat. The stud nearly choked on my enormous rod, but he didn’t struggle. I made sure he swallowed every last drip, then pulled him off my dick. “Good boy,” I grinned, wiping my cock clean in his hair, “Wasn’t that nice?” The stud looked up at me, his beefy chest heaving up and down while an adorable smile stuck on his reddened face. With strings of cum on his lips and in his hair, he looked absolutely perfect. “Yes, Coach,” he smiled. “Thank you for fucking my face.” I rubbed his head affectionately, and pulled him back to his feet. As per usual, I started undressing him, feeling his perfect body in my hands. I made sure to have a good feel of those buns of his. I was far too eager to fuck that bubble butt right there and then, but I knew Ihad to wait.
I stripped him naked, and patted his bulging muscle tits a couple oftimes.
My stunning wrestler slut. “Can I come home with you, sir?” he said, when he realized I wouldn’t be fucking him just yet. “To… to celebrate?” I chuckled, and caressed his pretty face. “Of course, boy. Buy first, there’s some gentlemen who would like to see you,” I said. “The scouts. All that wrestling has made them eager to play with you themselves.”“Sir?”
“Just do what you’re best at, boy. Use that ripped body of yours like I’ve taught you. I’m sure they’ll be more than satisfied with you, and you’ll be certain to get a scholarship next year. Isn’t that what you wanted?”“Y-yes, Coach.”
“Good boy. Now, when you’re finished with them, you can come to my place for your reward,” I grinned. “We’re going to celebrate like never before.” Source: jmercuryjones1,061 notes
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__straighthell-stories straighthell-stories “THAT’S PERFECT, BOY. JUST PERFECT. IT’S JUST THE TYPE OF BUBBLE-BUTT THAT WILL MAKE THOSE COLLEGE RECRUITERS WANT TO GIVE YOU A TRY-OUT. AND, IF YOU DO GOOD ENOUGH IN THEIR PRIVATE SESSIONS, THEY MAY EVEN BE INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU CAN DO ON THE FIELD. NOW HOLD THAT POSE WHILE I SNAP THESE PHOTOS.” “But, Coach. I feel like a complete whore, peddling my ass thisway.”
“BOY, YOU ARE A WHORE. THAT’S HOW YOU MADE THIS TEAM IN THE FIRST PLACE - AS A FUCK-WHORE, MY FUCK-WHORE. BUT DON’T SELL YOURSELF SHORT, BOY. YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO - YOU’RE A GREAT FUCK-WHORE. NO QUESTION ABOUT THAT. YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU’RE A LOT BETTER BETWEEN THE SHEETS THAN YOU ARE BETWEEN THE GOAL-POSTS AND THE ONLY WAY YOU’RE GONNA GET YOURSELF A SCHOLARSHIP IS BY MAKING USE OF YOUR REAL ASSETS. AND THOSE HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT HAPPENS ON THE GRIDIRON.” “I suppose you’re right, Coach. But it still makes me feel cheap and tawdry knowing I’m gonna be whoring myself out just to get ascholarship.”
“BOY, YOU GOT FOUR YEARS OF WHORING YOURSELF OUT AHEAD OF YOU. AIN’T NO WAY ANY COACH IS GONNA KEEP YOU ON HIS TEAM UNLESS YOU’RE PUTTING OUT FOR HIM. SO YOU’VE GOT FOUR MORE YEARS OF PEDDLING YOUR ASS AHEAD OF YOU - PROBABLY MORE THAN THAT, IF THEY RED-SHIRT YOU. FACE FACTS, BOY. BEING A WHORE IS PRETTY MUCH THE ONLY THING YOU’VE GOT A REAL TALENT FOR. BUT, BOY, LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. IT’S SOMETHING YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT. TRUST ME, BOY. YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT BEING A WHORE AND I DEFINITELY OUGHT TOKNOW.”
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HAUNTED HOUSE: FUCKED TO DEATH Hunter scrambled around the corner, he could hear it behind him. He gasped desperately as he willed his legs to keep going but it wasn’t enough as the creature’s cold gray hands wrapped around his ankles slamming his big pecs into the wooden floor as it dragged him along the ground getting splinters in his pecs and nipples. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound of hunters screams and cracking bones echoed down the hall as cum flooded out from under the door.Source: maxsmall
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Andy couldn’t believe what he saw when he open the video attachment on his phone. He ran his hand over his handsome face and hair in disbelief. He had put the experience out of his mind but now it came back to haunt him. On the screen of his phone was him getting fucked by another man. It was unmistakable him as the video showed him looking up at the camera while he was on his knees, his mouth full with the other man’s cock. Then it showed him looking at the camera while on his back, smiling with his muscular legs in the air, taking the man’s cock up his ass. It was obvious that Andy was loving it. He never remembered being recorded and not many details of that night a year ago. He remembered getting drunk one night at a bar and waking up the next morning in another man’s bed, with a stranger’s cock up his virgin ass. He was mixed with confusion and anger when he woke, but as the stranger held him tight around his chest and thrusted in and out of his ass, Andy was filled with lust. Now as Andy watched he knew his life would be destroyed. He would lose his family, wife, friends, and military career. However, he could only watch. His cock was hard as he watched himself getting fucked and moaning like a bitch as he enjoyed it. When he came in the video, without even touching his own impressive cock, Andy suddenly found him cumming as well in hisown shorts.
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Alex waited shirtless in the shed, as instructed. He got scared when he saw that his blackmailer Greg, a skinny nerd, brought a friend withhim.
“You were supposed to keep it a secret!”, Alex almost yelled. He was silenced by Greg’s slap. “Shut up, bitch. I do what I wanna do, is that clear, bitch?”, thenerd said.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”, the athlete answered disheartened. “Now, greet me and my friend, properly”, Greg commanded. Alex knelt and kissed both Greg’s shoes, then he proceeded to kiss Greg’s friend shoes in the same way. He remained on his knees with his face to the ground. “Wow, you really made Alex Fidgin your bitch! School’s prime athlete!”, Greg’s friend, Liam, was excited, “And he does everything you tell him?” “Yeah, bitchboy, tell my buddy who you are now.”, Greg commanded. “I am an obedient slut to Master Greg. I am his slave and sextoy, I obey his every command”, Alex answered. “You wanna cockslap the bitch?”, Greg suggested to his friendexcited agreement.
Both nerds began to cockslap the star athlete’s face laughing. After a while, Alex was ordered to suck the cocks. Liam had a huge ten-incher and the athlete struggled to take it. He was made apologizefor it.
“Please forgive me, Master Liam, that I can’t suck your magnificent cock properly”, Alex begged, kissing Liam’s foot, “I am just a pathetic bitch” “If your mouth can’t take it, let’s try your other hole”, Liamreplied.
Soon, Liam was fucking the hopeless athlete in the ass. Greg enjoyed Alex’s screams for a while, then he sat on the hot guy’s face and ordered his slave to rim him. Liam came in the athlete’s ass, pulled his cock out and commanded the muscular slave to lick it clean. While the hot jock was sucking clean the cock, that moments ago was in his ass, Greg came all overAlex’s face.
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straighthell-stories I saw his picture and I just had to have him. I arranged a ‘photo shoot’ with his agent and scheduled it for a nice secluded spot. As far as his agent knows, he never showed - at least that’s what I told him. The truth is the hot little bitch is now inhabiting a cell in my basement dungeon. He’s naked, of course, like he’s been since the first day I had him brought down there. A lot of other things have changed, though. By now he’s learned to do what I tell him, when I tell him to do it. It’s either that or another whipping. He’s also gotten a lot better at sucking cock - something he swore he’d never do - and he’s learned to make sure he swallows every drop of cum or piss or anything else I deposit in his mouth. And he’s gotten real good at taking dick up his pussy. Of course, he’s had a lot of practicedoing that.
The one thing I do miss is that hint of innocence that made him so attractive. I’m afraid that’s gone for good. He’ll never be innocent again. But then, you can’t make an omelet without breaking an egg. And, to make him the bitch I wanted him to be, I had to totally break him. And I did. The innocence is gone but it’s been replaced by the knowledge of what’s expected of him, of how he’ll be living the rest of his life as a fuck-bitch for Real Men, of how he has no say over any of the uses to which his body maybe put.
Yeah, I had to break the egg to make the omelet - though I’m sure right now the boy would kill for a taste of one. I’m sure it tastes better than the dog food he’s been eating since he’s been here. But he’ll get used to that, too - used to eating his Alpo out of a dog bowl set on the floor and washing it down with my stale piss. Just a few of the many things he’ll get used to as the years pass. And there’ll even come a time when he can’t remember any other life than that of a fuck-bitch. And that’s when my trainingwill be complete.
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straighthell-stories Wade had been working out in the gym, religiously, every day, trying to build himself up, trying to give himself a physique that would make dudes think twice, think twice about fucking him, like five of them had done two months ago in the showers at school. They’d called him a little fag, and forced his arms behind his back and made him bend over and then each one of them, each one, had stuck his hard boy-dick up Wade’s tender hole and fucked him like he was some type of slut, like he was a girl, mocking him as he moaned and cried while they shot their slimy ball-juice up his back-passage, the back-passage they all laughingly referred to as ‘the faggot’s pussy.’ Wade had been traumatized by the rape - though he hadn’t told anybody about it. How could he? How could he let other people know that he’d been fucked by some of his classmates, that they’d made him into their cum-dump, into their bitch? He didn’t go back to school for a week, and he still hadn’t been able to walk into the shower room without trembling uncontrollably. But Wade was a lot stronger now, a lot bigger. All the hard work had really paid off. And every day he could feel some of his confidence returning. If only….if only he didn’t keep having those dreams, those terrible nightmares where he relived the attack all over again, felt each one of the cocks entering his hole, thrusting in and out of him, going deeper and deeper up his hole, and then noticeably swelling just before it erupted with a load of thick boy-cream that was spewed all over the insides of his pussy. Those dreams were horrible, but what was even worse was when Wade woke up and discovered that his own dick was hard on his belly, throbbing and pulsing, the crown oozing pre-cum, and he could feel his boy-hole spasmodically opening and closing around a hard boy-dick that was’t there, and he couldn’t help himself and he’d reach down and jack his dick just a few strokes until he came in buckets, all over his body, seeing in his mind’s eyes the boys all gathered around him, feeling them fucking him, hearing their taunts and their jibes, and seeing his own boy-cock explode again and again, every time one of those boys creamed his pussy. And afterwards, he’d lie in bed and try to deal with the reality that he still didn’t want to face - that he’d been sexually excited when those boys fucked him, that he had enjoyed being fucked, that he’d cum when they were fucking him like he’d never cum before. And in those moments, he understood the truth about his workouts, the truth about his fears. Wade wasn’t working out to forestall another attack, he was hoping to invite one. Wade didn’t shake from fear when he entered the showers but from pent-up desires. Because in the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind what Wade wanted more than anything else was to be raped again, to feel those same five cocks fucking him, fucking his faggot pussy, making him feel alive in a way he’d never felt before. And Wade understood, with startling clarity, that his greatest fear was actually that it wouldnever happen again.
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BRAD (PART 2)
(PART I HERE)
------------------------- At 6:34am, janitor Lumley started another day of work. He anticipated a boring, mind-numbing day like any other, but when he entered the men’s showers, the middle-aged guy lit up. He found a buff hunk lying naked on the ground. The janitor’s eyes scanned the astounding body with lust, hypnotised by the jock’s muscular curves and his large dick. He noticed with joy the cum seeping out of the boy’s ass, and even his hair and face seemed to be covered by man juice. He wasn’t very surprised, however. It had happened before, arrogant muscle-heads who had flaunted their beauty just a bit too much ending up raped and broken. As janitor, he was always lucky enough to enjoy the boys himself in the morning. Lumley recognized the stud immediately, of course. Brad had often made fun of the unattractive janitor, forced to clean after cocky alphas day after day. He knew how much Lumley longed for him, and always made sure to humiliate the guy. But now, the roles had been reversed. The janitor first took plenty of photos and videos for future purposes. Then he dragged Brad’s spent body out of the showers, into an elevator and down to a storage closet where tied the boy’s wrists and ankles. He stuffed a forgotten old sock into the stud’s mouth as a gag, and toyed around with his fat cock and useless muscles for a while before locking the closet behind him while he continued hisdaily cleaning.
Brad woke up not much later, but would have to wait for the rest of the day until the janitor returned for him at night. Although the drugs had long worn off when the older man finally approached him, the hunk had barely energy left to protest. He was exhausted, starving, thirsty and looked up at the man with tearful, pleading eyes. “Pissed yourself, huh, hot stuff? Dirty little slut.” the janitor chuckled, cleaning the boy up before removing his gag. “P-please,” Brad begged, his voice husky, “W-water…” Laughing at the pathetic stud, the man gave him some water while rubbing and slapping his bulging pecs. “Quite the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, melon-tits. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you stepped foot in this place. Seems like you finally got taken down by someone, huh?” “J-just let me go,” the jock muttered, after the man had thrown the rest of the liquid over his torso and was now groping every inch of him. Nails were digging into his juicy tits, squeezing and ridiculing all of those hard-earned muscles. “I-I won’t make fun of you anymore, I promise. Please.” Janitor Lumley’s only response to that was a hard slap in the face. “You don’t get it yet, do you? Even if I let you go, nothing would change. You’re no alpha no more, hot stuff. You’re a cocksucker now.” With that, he pried open Brad’s strong jaw and stuffed the handsome face with his boner. “If I feel any teeth, those fat balls o’ yours are going right off, hot stuff,” he spat, taking a good handful of Brad’s sack to scare the boy. It seemed to do the trick, because the naked bodybuilder submitted to the man’s dick and let himself be mouth-raped without struggling. The older man continued to fuck the stud’s reddened face for quite a while, slapping and degrading him from time to time until the tears were once again streaming down his cheeks. Brad was desperately trying not to gag, the man’s fingers pulling his hair back and forth with such force he was afraid it was gonna be torn out. When the janitor finally came, shooting a huge load down the muscular boy’s throat, he made Brad gasp for air in panic as he almost suffocated him. “Very good,” Lumley chuckled, smearing his dick off on the glistening pecs next to him. “P-please,” Brad begged again, while the pervert started to rub his nipples, “You had your fun. Please, just l-let me go.” The janitor laughed aloud, and kicked the fitness model in his unprotected nuts as punishment. Brad’s body contracted, pain shooting through his every vein as he groaned at the top of his lungs. The stud lay whimpering and panting like a dog while Lumley continued to kick his vulnerable, godlike body. For the rest of the night, the janitor enjoyed himself with the straight slut. He soaped up the end of his broom and started impaling the adonis on it, sending Brad crying and begging for mercy. He twisted the hunk’s nipples until they were red and sore, even biting them with such eagerness Brad feared they were going to be torn off. He pumped the boy’s cock until his fat balls were completely empty, forcing load after load out of his burning genitals. In the end, of course, Lumley couldn’t resist the temptation of fucking the bodybuilder himself. He filled Brad’s insides with several thick loads, relishing every pathetic groan and gasp he was slamming out of the ripped body. The stud could only whimper like a bitch while the older man had his way with him until deep into thenight.
The most humiliating thing about it all was the fact his own cock stayed rock-hard through all of it, even after all the countless forced orgasms he’d been put through. The janitor mocked him for it relentlessly, filming the whole scene while continually porking hisbubble butt.
Around dawn, the janitor decided he’d had enough for the night. Brad was on the verge of losing consciousness, covered in scratches, bruises and layers of cum, jizz still seeping out of his ass. Lumley took some more pictures before gagging the poor boy again, and began to drag him out of the closet. Brad barely registered the feeling of fresh air on his naked body for a moment. Then he was thrown into the trunk of a car and finally passed out. Janitor Lumley considered taking the stud home with him for a bit, but he knew the rightful owner would come looking for him. It had happened before. Somewhat reluctantly, he drove the nude fitness athlete to the address he’d found in his wallet, dragged the boy out of his car and threw him on the porch. ------------------------- _to be continued…_44 notes
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