the ΣΤΒ boys are known for their wild, raunchy parties and their lackadaisical approach to course work, as well as regularly disrupting class– if you can actually get them to show up– and always being at the center of all campus scandals. despite the faculty's obvious disdain for them, they are still treated like royalty on campus by their peers.
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The Fraternity Being On Probation Meant They Couldn't Throw Any Parties. Usually That Wouldn't Stop Them,
The fraternity being on probation meant they couldn't throw any parties. Usually that wouldn't stop them, they've thrown a probation rager before as a fuck you to the faculty, but this time they were being cautious since they were warned that any infractions during probation meant they would lose the house and get expelled. This time the stakes were high, which is why Mason turned to drinking at a bar in the city rather than risking things back on campus. He was out to enjoy himself, to get drunk and have a good time, so obviously that meant he was going to flirt with the best looking man he could find-- and boy did he land a good one. From the moment the man had walked in, there was something about him that had Mason hooked. He was masculine, mature, commanding-- everything about him was the boy's type, and weakness.
Mason didn't even bother telling his friends he was leaving he was so eager to follow the other man out back; and it didn't take long for the boy to wind up on his knees. Wrapping his plump, pink lips around the man's massive shaft Mason slowly bobbed his head back and forth; taking time to suck on and worship the man's thick, heavy cock as if were his true calling; his only purpose. Moaning loudly around the man's length at the slurs being thrown his way, Mason even blushed a bit as he was called a faggot and was told this was his place, the boy began moving his head with more fervor; taking more of the man's cock into his throat as if he wanted to continue earning this praise, if you could even call it that.
The boy knew he was being used, he felt like a common street whore, but he didn't realize just how powerless he was in the moment until the other's hands gripped tightly in his hair to keep him from pulling away as the man began ramming into him. Hard, raw, and rough; carving out Mason's throat without any restraint as the boy began to struggle and gag around the onslaught; tears in his eyes as he knelt there and was made to take it, his own cock rock hard.
OPEN TO: BOTTOMS.
Kinks for this thread: Humiliation and slurs, degradation, feminization, watersports, etc.
DO NOT LIKE MY STARTER IF YOU DO NOT PLAN TO REPLY.
The great Spider-Man needed to relax after a shitty day. He went to a bar to have a couple of drinks and smoke a good joint, while drinking his beer a guy approached him, the little fucker was pretty, pink plump lips, perfect for sucking cock and a much better ass than many of the old bitches that were in that place. After a few drinks and talking with this guy, Peter invited the guy to follow him.
Now he was in the alley behind that bar, leaning against that brick wall, shirtless, while he forced his massive thick cock in his throat, feeling those plump pink lips pressed around his shaft as he moaned. “FUCK, THAT’S IT. YOU REALLY LIKE THAT BIG FAT COCK, DON’T YOU? PATHETIC FUCKING FAGGOT!!! THAT WHAT YOU ARE. FAGS LIKE YOU ARE ONLY GOOD FOR GIVING PLEASURE TO REAL MEN LIKE ME.”
Peter said between loud grunts and moans, reducing this man to being treated like a cheap street whore. “IF YOU WANT DADDY’S CUM, YOU’LL HAVE TO WORK FOR IT” Peter grabbed the boy’s head by the hair with both hands, ramming raw and rough against that bitch’s throat, without care of whether he was choking or not.
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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?"
"Pissing off my parents is one of my favorite hobbies." He teased. "The best part? They can't cut me off even if they want to. The money is my grandmother's, not theirs, and in her eyes? I'm her sweet little Hammy." Pausing, the blonde furrowed his brows as he questioned himself for admitting that so openly. "That needs to stay between us. It should without warning, but I will ruin you if I have too." The threat wasn't empty either. Hammond had a very specific image he liked to keep and if anything, or anyone, threatened it then he'd have it taken care of; one way or another.
He had a feeling Jason wasn't going to be a problem though. Tilting his head forward, he watched over the frame of his sunglasses as his fraternity brother decided to play along and take off his shirt. Other people might not consider that scandalous, and maybe in some settings it wouldn't be, but at this country club there were strict dress code policies-- people have been turned away, even dressed head to toe in designer clothing, for not looking the part. Jason taking his shirt off was definitely going to cause some trouble; and it was obvious in the way his gaze lingered that Hammond appreciated the view.
"You're not the first i've used like this," he agreed with a smirk, "but you might just be my favorite so far. My parents are going to hate you." As if on cue, coming up on the path behind them, Hammond could already see them pointing and talking amongst themselves; a look of disgust visible on their faces even from this far away. Not to be outdone, Hammond moved forward and boldly reached out to cup Jason's groin as he leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek; giving the other a light squeeze. "Might as well give them something to gawk at." With a wink, he then gathered himself and made his way to the tee-box; though, admittedly, it was harder to focus now so his swing was messy.
Jason and Hammond were in the same fraternity on campus but the two of them weren’t close, so it came as a surprise when Hammond invited him golfing with his parents but the curly haired frat boy agreed to the offer. Seeing it as an opportunity to potentially befriend Hammond. “Ahhh I see, so you brought me around because you wanted to piss your parents off. I take it I’m not the first person you’ve done this with?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Well, at least you find me hot. So I guess that’s a win.” Pulling out his own club from the bag, he raised an eyebrow at the man’s words. “Could do better, eh? Alright, I’ll play the part then.” Without warning, Jason pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the golf cart. Intending to play golf shirtless now.
Oh shit. Dead guy. Lovely. Hi… BOY KILLS WORLD (2024) dir. Moritz Mohr ››› Bill Skarsgård as Boy