Learning That His Uncle Angus Was Nothing More Than Some Beefed Up Cock Hungry Hole That Needed To Be

Learning   that   his   uncle   Angus   was   nothing   more   than   some   beefed   up   cock   hungry   hole   that   needed   to   be   filled   at   all   times   was   like   unearthing   some   kind   of   deep,   life   changing,   family   secret.   If   Anthony   had   any   say   in   the   matter,   though,   it   wasn't   going   to   remain   a   secret   for   much   longer.   People   deserved   to   know   what   Angus   was   really   like;   that   he   was   such   a   desperate   cock   pig   that   he   even   let   his   own   nephew   make   him   his   bitch.

Digging   his   fingers   into   the   ample   flesh   of   the   older   man's   backside,   pulling   his   cheeks   apart   to   give   himself   more   access   as   he   tongue-punched   and   devoured   the   man's   hole,   the   sounds   he   was   able   to   draw   out   of   the   older   man   were   like   music   to   his   ears.   Eventually,   reaching   around   him,   Anthony   let   his   hands   roam   forward   to   grope   and   fondle   Angus's   package   while   also   using   this   grip   on   him   to   pull   the   hulking   man   back   even   more;   further   smothering   himself   between   the   man's   cheeks.   Laid   out   beneath   him,   already   naked,   there   was   no   hiding   Anthony's   10   inch   erection   as   it   bounced   against   his   abdomen;   rigid   and   ready   to   sink   into   Angus. 

“Going   to   make   you   my   bitch?”   He   teasingly   questioned   as   he   let   his   head   fall   back   so   he   could   catch   his   breath.   “You   already   are   my   bitch,   you're   moaning   and   mewling   like   a   common   whore   just   from   my   tongue.”   Giving   the   man's   backside   a   hard,   sharp   spank   with   his   right   hand,   he   replaced   his   tongue   with   a   few   teasing   prods   with   the   index   finger   and   middle   finger   on   his   left   hand.   “Admit   it.”   Anthony   spoke   in   a   firm   tone   as   he   added   a   third   finger   and   began   to   spread   them   out   and   scissor   the   digits   inside   of   Angus.   “Admit   you're   already   my   bitch   and,   if   you   beg   nicely,   I   might   give   you   my   cock   that   you're   so   desperate   for.”

muse: angus plot: good old fashioned old sub/young dom - bonus points if they're leaner than angus!! open to: tops suggested connections: cousins, uncle/nephew, step-father/step-son, dad's best friend/best friend's son, mechanic/customer

Nobody ever expected that the town's mechanic, all brawn with the charm of an actor, would be the town's biggest dick pig. Many had tried to go for his cock when flirting for him, mistaking him as being some dom man who wanted nothing more than to sink his piece into a hole and ravage them. The contrary, however, was rather true and those who were close to Angus in that way knew all about it. That was part of the thrill of it for the older man; nobody expected the hugely muscled, hung and handsome man to be the sluttiest bottom around.

Well, not if they didn't see him in his true habitat. Clad in a jockstrap that hugged his ass nicely, the man pushed back against the younger boy's face, eager to feel his tongue even deeper in his hole. His hands had long since found their home at his own tits, squeezing them and flicking his nipples for the overload of pleasure he often craved. At some point, the younger's hands had begun to alternate from clutching at his cheeks to fondling his clothed crotch, leaving him a babbling, moaning mess.

"That's it kid," he managed through moans, voice gruff. "Get me fuckin' ready for that cock." He looked behind him and smirked. "Gonna make me your bitch, right?"

"Yeah,   you,   wonder   twin."   Taylor   didn't   know   his   name,   but   he   at   least   recognized   that   he   was   identical   to   one   of   his   fraternity   brothers.   "Hey,   I   get   it.   This   is   awkward   for   both   of   us,"   he   answered   on   with   a   nod   of   his   head   as   he   pretended   to   be   understanding   despite   the   fact   he   was   only   doing   this   for   his   own   amusement.   "I'd   offer   to   take   you   up   to   my   room,   so   we   could   have   some   privacy--   i'm   not   an   animal--   but,   then,"   he   continues   on   with   a   click   of   his   tongue   against   his   teeth,   "that   brings   us   back   to   you   being   a   rando   and   the   whole   we   aren't   allowed   to   have   anyone   in   the   house   that   isn't   a   member."

"Best   I   can   do   for   you   is   move   to   the   front   porch,   where   there's   a   bit   of   cover,   but   that's   as   far   as   we   can   go."   Hey,   at   least   it   wasn't   the   busy   sidewalk   where   people   were   walking   past   them   trying   to   get   to   class   or   back   to   their   own   house   on   greek   row.   "--and,   between   us,   I'd   let   you   in   just   on   principal   since   you're   Stephen's   brother   but   that   wouldn't   be   fair   to   all   our   pledges.   I   mean,   those   guys   had   to   do   more   than   just   suck   somebody   off   to   get   inside.   Imagine   how   upset   they'd   be   if   they   found   out   I   just   let   you   in.   It   wouldn't   be   fair."

Declan looked up and back at the young man talking to him making sure that it was in fact him that he was addressing. "Uh me?" he asked pointing to his chest to just again affirm it was actually him. He was there to see his older brother, Declan went to college out of state and had come to see him as a surprise. He also hadn't gone into Greek life like his sibling had so this was all new to him.

"Like right here or you want it like...somewhere else? Are you sure there is nothing else I can do to get in I just want to see my brother. Um his name is Stephen? I'm Declan we are fraternal twins so he looks a lot like me."

He   was   frustrated   but   it   wasn't   William's   fault.   William   was   right.   Even   if   he   wasn't   married   their   union   would   be   frowned   upon   and   they,   themselves,   would   never   be   allowed   to   be   wed.   It   was   simply   unheard   of   and   while   that   might   not   have   seemed   fair   there   was   little   they   could   do   about   it.

A   quiet   hum   of   content   settled   in   the   boy's   throat   as   he   relaxed   into   the   older's   hold   on   him;   William's   hand   on   his   chest   and   his   lips   against   Christian's   neck.   The   tenderness   of   his   touch   and   the   sweet,   soft   words   were   enough   to   help   the   boy   move   past   his   disappointment   and   annoyance   as   he   finally   relaxed,   fully,   against   his   lover.   "Forgive   me,   sometimes   it   is   hard   not   to   wish   things   were   different.   My   family   has   money,   more   than   her,   but   you   are   right.   They   would   never   allow   us   to   wed."

Falling   into   place   on   top   of   William,   he   smiled   down   at   the   man   beneath   him.   "I   do   have   excellent   taste,   don't   I?"   He   replied,   teasingly,   as   he   leaned   down   to   steal   a   soft   kiss.   "--and   I   am   glad   you   talked   me   out   of   cutting   your   hair.   As   much   as   I   might   have   enjoyed   watching   you   falter   and   try   to   spin   some   story   to   disguise   what   really   happened,   I   prefer   you   like   this."   He   whispered.   "I   prefer   having   something   to   hold   onto   when   I'm   riding   you."

William breathed out a sigh of relief when Christian put down the blades, and he pulled the other into the bed, cradling the younger man, his hands exploring that divine body, groping his chest playfully as he kissed Christian's neck and over his jawline. "It's most certainly the money. My family is landed but poor. Hers rich but without title. It's a very classic set up. But you know she means nothing to me. Especially not compared to you." William whispered in Christian's ear before he nipped at the shell of it.

Pulling back a bit he cupped his lover's face in his hands. "You do have every right to be cross with me. I do admit that. But- even were I not married I could hardly wed you. Might I say though you have excellent taste. You chose me."

Christian   hadn't   planned   to   go   to   the   convention   but   when   one   of   his   fraternity   brother's   mentioned   having   an   extra   ticket,   he   decided   to   tag   along   and   check   things   out.   The   small   town   boy   thought   it   was   just   going   to   be   a   small   gathering   where   people   could   talk   about   their   favorite   heroes.   He   had   no   idea   how   big   it   was--   oh,   and   that   indifference   he   felt   about   going   was   completely   abandoned   the   second   he   realized   he   could   actually   meet   some   of   the   heroes.   Without   caring   that   it   was   going   to   cost   him   just   about   everything   he   had,   he   didn't   come   from   money   like   some   of   his   brothers,   he   paid   for   the   full   experience   to   not   only   talk   to   his   idol,   Soldier   Boy,   but   to   also   get   a   picture   with   him   and   a   signed   autograph.   He   looked   a   bit   out   of   place   not   being   in   costume   but   when   he   finally   got   to   the   front   of   the   line,   Soldier   Boy   didn't   seem   to   care.

In   retrospect,   following   the   heroes   instructions   and   meeting   him   back   at   his   hotel   room   should   have   made   it   clear   to   Christian   what   was   intended   for   him   but   the   boy   was   naive.   

He   thought   they   were   just   going   to   talk   but   as   soon   as   the   door   was   locked   and   Soldier   Boy's   hands   were   on   him,   he   realized   he   was   wrong.   In   sick   way,   they   were   still   getting   to   know   each   other.   "Wait,   Soldier   Boy,   please   sir,   wait."   Christian   began   begging   quickly,   his   voice   already   breaking   with   fear   as   he   felt   the   man   climb   onto   the   bed   behind   him   andrip   his   jeans   open   with   ease.   Grabbing   onto   the   sheets,   the   boy   tried   to   crawl   out   from   under   him   but   the   hero   moved   faster;   and   was   stronger.   In   one   cruel   push,   he   breached   the   boy's   tight   and   unprepped   hole;   burying   himself   deep,   and   dry,   as   Christian   cried   out   and   writhed   beneath   him.

"Please   Soldier   Boy--   stop.   It   hurts.   Please.   I   didn't--   I   wasn't--   This   isn't--"   he   couldn't   finish   his   protests,   his   words   lost   behind   hiccups   and   sobs   as   an   overwhelming   wave   of   pain   crashed   over   him   as   the   hero   proved   to   be   more   of   a   villain;   continuing   to   take   the   boy   against   his   will,   despite   his   begging.   Christian   was   desperate   and   didn't   know   what   else   to   do   so   he   started   crying   out   and   yelling   for   help.   Maybe   someone   was   around,   in   one   of   the   other   rooms,   to   help.

His   body   refused   to   adjust,   or   maybe   it   simply   couldn't.   Soldier   boy   was   the   biggest   cock   he'd   ever   taken,   in   it's   beer   can   thick   girth   and   length.   Christian   wasn't   a   virgin,   but   it   sure   as   hell   felt   like   he   was   in   the   way   his   body   clenched   tight   around   Soldier   Boy   with   a   stubborn,   vice   like   grip.   With   his   cries   and   grunts   of   pain   muffled   against   Soldier   Boy's   hand,   all   he   could   do   was   squirm   and   sob   in   silence   beneath   his   hero   as   he   was   used;   further   humiliating   himself   as   his   cock   began   to   leak,   dampening   the   front   of   his   jeans   as   he   was   absolutely   wrecked   and   used.

OPEN TO: YOUNGER BOTTOMS.

NON-CON, HUMILIATION AND SLURS, DEGRADATION, FEMINIZATION, etc.

Scenario: Based on this GIF.

DO NOT LIKE MY STARTER IF YOU DO NOT PLAN TO REPLY.

This was stupid, but not too far removed from all the publicity he produced for Vought back in the day. Besides, at these conventions there used to be a lot of very pretty little bitches, dressing up like real sluts, and that was partly a real turn-on. So there he was. The great Soldier Boy, in front of that table, signing pictures of himself and taking selfies with them, but no one really stood out. Until a boy approached and really caught his attention. Plump pink lips, a sweet innocent face, a big fat nice ass, Ben listened to him talk about how much he admired and loved him, but the most relevant information was to hear that this pretty little boy was 18 years old.

So he gave him a picture with his autograph and behind this picture, his room number of the hotel where he was staying, whispering to him to wait for him there, and they could continue getting to know each other. When the whole event was over, Soldier Boy arrived at his room and saw his biggest fan standing in front of the door, waiting. Ben invited him in, once inside, he locked the door and the rest was history. Ben was completely naked, he had the boy pinned against the bed, he hadn’t even bothered to take off the clothes of the boy, he had just ripped his jeans and thrown him against the bed against his will, penetrating him dry and in one thrust, forcing his cock until it was balls deep.

“C'mon. This is what you wanted, right? You said you love me, that I’m your fucking idol, and you would do whatever for me. You were practically eye fucking me at the convention” He commented as he looked at the camera in front of them. There was something exciting about doing that in front of the camera, after all, the video would be for his eyes only. Ben was getting more and more turned on watching the helpless small boy clench his fists and struggle, as if he had any chance at all of escaping.

And even though Ben was enjoying listening to his pleas and squeals of pain, he covered his mouth with one hand so that no one would hear his cries of pain and cries for help while he squeezed his neck with the other. “SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! No one is coming to help you! So stop crying and take it!!!” Ben growled, smiling between his moans as he raped the boy. That hole was so fucking tight, squeezing his big fat cock so freaking good.

Ben wouldn’t let this boy go until he emptied his balls about two or three times, hell, maybe he’d use him all night. His hips moved in powerful, hard thrusts that showed no mercy whatsoever, forcing his way between those tight walls, seeking to drive his massive cock, as thick as a beer can, deeper and deeper as pleasure-filled moans came from Soldier Boy’s mouth.

Oh shit. Dead guy. Lovely. Hi… BOY KILLS WORLD (2024) dir. Moritz Mohr ››› Bill Skarsgård as Boy

Mason   had   seen   Chad   and   Luke   around,   people   were   always   talking   about   the   jocks,   but   this   was   his   first   time   running   into   them   in   the   locker   rooms;   and   now   he   really   understood   why   people   were   always   talking   about   them.   The   men   were   built   like   gods.   Rippling   muscles   staked   on   muscle,   bodies   carved   from   marble   and   glistening   with   a   heavy   layer   of   sweat,   as   if   they   were   the   genuine   definition   of   perfection,   he   was   already   flustered   and   he   hadn't   even   noticed   their   cocks   yet.

Gasping   and   blinking   rapidly   as   he   looked   back   and   forth   between   the   two,   it   was   clear   he   had   finally   noticed   their   massive   cocks.   Were   they   getting   hard?

"Yeah?"   He   questioned   with   a   weak,   forced   laugh.   "That   would   be   awesome,   actually.   I   can't   remember   the   last   time   I   actually   enjoyed   a   shower   on   campus.   I'm   tight   as   fuck   because   of   it,"   Mason   explained,   looking   moreso   at   their   cocks   than   their   actual   faces,   as   the   other   two   began   to   move   towards   him.   Within   a   matter   of   seconds   both   of   the   beautiful   black   men   were   on   either   side   of   him,   making   him   feel   a   bit   cornered;   a   bit   small   despite   his   own   powerful   physique.

"I   already   showered,"   Mason   started   to   make   an   excuse   for   himself,   there   was   no   point   in   getting   back   into   the   cold   spray,   but   he   was   quickly   distracted   by   the   sharp,   but   playful,   spank.   Gasping,   again,   he   liked   his   lip   as   a   bit   of   color   crested   over   his   cheeks.   "--but   if   you   two   really   think   you   can   show   me   how   it   works,   I'm   game.   Like   I   said,   it's   been   a   while   since   I've   been   able   to   relax   so   I'll   take   whatever   I   can   get."

Chad and Luke arrived at the locker room after the arduous training that the coach had put them through. Both boys were drenched in sweat, and as they were undressing, you could see how their big, muscular bodies glistened under the light of the lamps of the place before the layer of sweat that covered them. It was a locker room, and they were all men, so they didn't really bother to put a towel around their waists afterwards, the place was practically empty.

So their massive black cocks were in the air, they were chatting. When they saw Mason walking over to where they were, both guys' cocks reacted instantly, as Mason really had a phenomenal body. Especially those huge round pecs that looked like beautiful tits, those thick thighs, and fuck, that ass—the way the towel hugged all over that huge round fat thick ass. Just looking at the guy, both jocks were already starting to get semi-hard, both possessing a 10-inch cock and thick as beer cans.

"Well... It's your lucky day. Chad and I can help you relax and warm up" Luke commented, smiling as he stood in front of the boy, brazenly and uncaring of his nudity, leaning back against the lockers. Chad did the same, perching himself behind Mason. Both black studs surround the beautiful white boy. "We were going to take a shower, actually. You can join us, and we can show you how to use the shower..." Chad spanked his ass hard. "...We can taught you that and more," he murmured in his ear.