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As he felt the man join him on that massive bed, he smiled up at him as their bodies became entangled once more. His freckled, pale skin began to flush again. A soft pink creeping up all over as he felt their foreheads bump, noses touch. His own hands moving to explore his lover’s muscled physique. Soft little gasps for air slipped out as he felt him touching him in a new way. Their lips met in a sensual manner, not like the one downstairs. This one had a kindness, a love to it that he’d never felt before. Their tongues wrestled against each other as they took it all in. There was no rush, no hurry. They could just take their time. 

There was this sweetness that he could never explain to the world. It was these tender moments that made his heart race even more than the animalistic ones. The way his fingers played through damp tables of hair, the way he held his head in his hands. His heart was beating like a drum. His pulse racing even in a moment like this. This was true love, and he was addicted to it. As the kiss broke, he looked into his eyes. The red head could read his eyes, read his intent. Then came that smile. The one that melted his heart and had him returning the vulnerable look. “Make love to me, please. I need to feel you in me, feel you touching every inch of me..” He coughed out nervously. “Please, make love to me, Blake.” He knew that tone was, but he couldn’t help but throw out how he felt. For the first time in his life, he felt safe and secure with a love that transcended anything.

His hands slipped from their place as he felt their cocks rubbing against each other. The slickness of their meeting had the boy squirming a bit. They had always gone multiple rounds, but this time everything felt different. It all felt new, electric, an overload of stimulation. His chest was heaving up and down as he felt the gentleness, the calmness. It was like being out at a lake in the summer. Just two people watching the sunset in each other’s grasp. It was a beautiful thing to see him move so new. There was an extra sense of safety, of love, that surrounded them in their quarters. As the blanket moved over them, he felt the king turn a bit more docile as he nuzzled into his neck with tenderness. His arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as he held onto him. His legs were moved to the other’s waist, pulling him into the other. Nothing would make him want to leave.

They were celebrating their love. It was a beautiful thing to give someone their heart and beg them to love them. In this case, the love was shared, hearts protected as he got nervous for the first time ever. No one could enter their palace, their safe haven. It was just them exploring and seeing each other for all they were. A passion entered the kiss as he felt him mapping out all of the freckles on his skin, old scars and those little markings from the frenzied fuck fest below. His body was marked and worn, but Blake never seemed to tire of it. Just like he would never tire of being the one to make Blake cry with passion and pleasure. Never tire of tracing every muscle and inch of that perfect body.

“I am the lucky one, I found a man who saw me for the angel I am.” He cooed out too sweetly as he found their hands lacing up together. A breathless smile curled on his lips as he thought about their future together. All of the nights spent together. He began to blush at the thoughts of them being together officially and long term. At that moment, he felt the other half lowering down. The tip of his massive member reached his slicked and stretched hole. His blue hues looked a bit nervous, but he nodded as he held onto him. For the first time, he saw this need to confirm he was ready for it all. The boy gasped loudly as he felt his sensitive hole being reclaimed, but it was different. Slowness, tenderness. He held onto him as he whimpered under their blankets. 

Their bodies fit perfectly. All along Blake was his missing puzzle piece. As that massive cock began to fill him deeply, he cried out in pleasure. It felt so good to have him being like this. These beautiful, timely thrusts to savor every moment, every pleasure cry and whimper. His own cock aching between their bodies as he finally spoke. “I love you, Blake. God, you feel so good.” He nuzzled his head into the side of his lover’s neck as his body trembled. It was trying to figure out all of these new sensations. "My...My...." His words trailed off as he gathered himself. "My beautiful boyfriend."

Blake slowly moved up to the other, pulling him in and entangling and entwining them as they often did when they found sanctuary in his massive bed. The jock leaned down, foreheads bumping, noses grazing, making it impossible to focus on anything but the heat between them—electric, pulsing. “Damn straight,” Blake murmured, voice rumbling through his chest like a secret earthquake. He slid his hand along the side of Nick’s face, thumb brushing the redhead’s stubbled jaw, and then, just for the pleasure of it, tipped his head and pressed his lips to Nick’s. It wasn’t the aggressive possessive kiss of earlier; this was slow, searching, a little uncertain, like he was tasting the words ‘I love you’ for the first time and trying to savor every syllable before it disappeared.

The frat king threaded his fingers through Nick’s hair, feeling the soft sweat-damp tangle. The kiss went on and on, not urgent but deep, growing in intensity the way a dropped pebble makes wider and wider ripples in a quiet pond. Blake held Nick’s head in both hands, feeling the pulse at his temple, the line of the jaw, the tip of his earlobe, all of it precious, suddenly: a treasure he’d had without realizing its value, and now could never imagine losing. He pulled back just enough to look into Nick’s eyes, his own smile so honest and startled that it looked foreign on the face that usually wore cocksure smirks. There was a flicker of vulnerability there, open and raw. “ ‘M gonna make love to you now, Angel,” he said, smiling into the kiss and speaking softly but still clearly in that cocky, matter-of-factly way he’d let Nick known when he’d made a decision for both of them in a whether-you-like-it-or-not tone.

It was extremely common for them to go multiple rounds but this would be the first time that Blake had referred to it as that. The older male’s movements were different now. Gone was the rigor and showmanship, replaced by a gentle, almost reverent rhythm. He tucked the blankets up and over Nick’s body in a great dramatic flourish, then burrowed under them, nuzzling at the redhead’s neck with a tenderness that had no place in locker room banter, nor even in the wild house orgies that had once defined his reign. This was something else—private, unrepeatable, and delicate, as if they were the only surviving pair in a world rebuilt from the rubble of testosterone and adolescent braggadocio. Blake threaded Nick’s legs around his waist, pulling him in, wrapping him in the kind of embrace that wanted nothing but to stay here, like this, for the whole night, and tomorrow, and then the next day, if time could be trusted not to spoil what they had finally managed to say aloud. In the hush, the privileges and pressures of their kingdom receded. Each movement was a deliberate act of discovery, a kind of careful mapping—a journey across freckled skin, over old scars and the new, nail-gouged crescents from their last frenzied tumble.

Blake was already aroused once more, their bodies entwined and heated, as their hardened lengths pressed and slid against each other with an escalating intensity that matched the growing passion of their kiss, “I must be the luckiest bastard alive to have found an Angel like you,” he grinned between kisses, one hand descending to find one of the other’s and intertwine their fingers as they continued, already picturing taking the other home with him during his next holiday visit and introducing him to his wealthy but warm family. Blake’s hips naturally lowered, adjusting to meet the tip of his massive member to the other’s already slicked and stretched entrance, and waited, just for a second, as if seeking some holy confirmation in the Nick’s blue eyes, his lips parting in silent anticipation. When he entered him, it was unlike every other pounding, raucous fuck they’d shared—it was slow, deliberate, almost ceremonial. They moved together, fitting as neatly as puzzle pieces. The rhythm was languid, not out of laziness but savor, every thrust drawing out the sensation and the time, suspending them in that unrepeatable place that existed only between the two of them.

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As the other fell forward, Barry gasped softly as he returned the laughter. “It was that good huh?” His voice was still sweet and tempting as he was huffing below. “You made me see so many things..” He giggled with his admission as he felt the other’s forehead meet his. The smell was intoxicating. It was a sexually charged musk one that only could be found when unlocking something deep within one another. Sweat, musk and admiration swirled around the two as they laid with each other. “I’m happy to make you feel like that whenever..” He promised out sweetly as his hand laid lazily on the other’s neck. Fingers wrapping around the back sweetly. 

A part of him feared that he wouldn’t want to have him, to keep him to himself. He knew the other was taken, but he craved this man like no other. The nerd wrapped his wobbly, toned legs around the other to hold him close. His flushed skin was still on display as he heard the comment. “You are one sexy beast..” Another simple smile curled on his lips as he laid there breathless. It was like the two had found something so new, so exciting that only they could recreate. His eyes closed as he felt him peppering his face with kisses. Nothing could remove them from this sweat stained couch as he hummed feeling that monster still inside of his quivering hole.

Jackson had him pinned down to it, and he was fine staying there. That was when he looked at the other’s face. It was clear the entire experience had begun to flood into his himbo’s mind. “I was happy to…be…” He took a breath for a moment. “To be you first…” He finished out as he felt their noses nudge. The sweet nerd gasped as he felt the man move and flex his throbbing cock inside of him. “Oh, oh!” He whimpered out. This was the man that got his heart racing. The one he crushed on when they first met. This sweet jock who deserved the best. “Then stay with me…” The boy’s plea was soft and vulnerable as he saw him bite his lip. 

In that moment, his attention was grabbed and kept. His air left him as he heard the question placed before him. Barry tilted his head and pecked the man’s lips sweetly. “I’ll be yours. I’ll be your girl, Jackson.” He promised to him as he kissed him again. “If you’ll be…my…man…" His breath hitching a bit as he was so giddy. "Be my daddy.”

Jackson fell forward, catching himself with his forearms on either side of Barry’s head. His voice was raw, unvarnished. “I think I just saw God.” He let out a bark of laughter, just shy of unhinged, and leaned in, pressing his forehead to Barry’s and breathing in the salt and heat of their shared aftermath. “Holy fuck. I didn’t—I mean, I didn’t know it could feel like that.” The words came out as one endless rush, breathless, desperate to fill the space before some invisible hand snapped everything back to normal.

The jock stayed inside the other, shaking, glued in place by the gravity well of what had just happened. "You're so fucking hot," Jackson murmured, bewildered, reverent, as if the two of them had invented sex just now, their raw bodies a blueprint for the rest of the world. He kissed Barry's eyelid, his cheek, the little whorl of sweat pooling at the crook of his jaw. For a second, he just let himself be heavy, anchoring them both to the sticky, humming planet of the couch.

Jackson’s mind slowly evened out, and finally remembered that he was, in fact, in a relationship with a girl and Barry was, in fact, the first guy he’d ever been with. Echoes of all the things they’d said, sworn and promised each other, “Never … done stuff like this or … y’know … been with someone like you before,” he admitted a little dumbly but sweetly. He nudged Barry's nose with his own, shifting his legs a little, making the throbbing member still inside the other flex, "Also never ... felt like this with anyone," he admitted, his signature sweet-natured self seemingly returning. The jock was thinking something through and it showed on his face clearly until he finally spoke again, his voice soft, "Meant what I said during ..." he cleared his throat, biting his bottom lip for a moment before finding the other's eyes and holding them, "... Would you wanna ... I want you to ... be mine," he stole a gentle kiss from the other, their chests pressing together as he rested more of his weight down on the other, "Be my girl."

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As he felt his father pull him and hold him firm, he whimpered around that cock. His plush lips stretch around that impressive length. Brandon was still learning how to fully please his creator, his lover, his everything. It was a beautiful art to make a man like his father crumble in pleasure. The boy was sweet, delicate even, with every bob of his head. He tried to learn the rhythm that worked best, and he slowly began to find it. He could feel Alexander’s cock throbbing inside as he tasted little beads of pre-cum dripping out of the tip. Every sound that the man released, it was met by one of his own.

His body shaking from the pleasure being introduced to him was that tongue. The way he fought against the quivering hole, worked it and had it open up more for him. It was a total feat. The feeling of those large hands kneading and exploring his supple body was intense. Something he didn’t know could turn him on like it did. His own cock leaking from the excitement as he was treated like a princess through it all.

He felt this enormous amount of need and want for him and his body. There was no way he could fight the urges inside of himself. It was all so sweet and slow. His father was taking his time, and he very much appreciated it. That was when he felt his father matching every bob and lick to how he treated that virgin hole. His mouth slipped from the cock as he whimpered and groaned. “Oh fuck..” His sweet voice singing to his father as he wrapped his tongue around the head again. His body trembling in his father’s grasp. His back arching as he began to take that large thing back in, but then he felt something new. A soft, crying sound left the boy as he felt that slicked finger enter him so gently. His body quivered as his wettened hole was opened more. Gasps and moans seeped out as he whimpered around that cock.

Slowly, he was submitting more and more to his father. He took his time to relax him, work with him. Almost like he was a multi-billion dollar deal. As he felt those large hands grabbing his hips, he found himself trying to take more of his father in, but then he was taken away from the thing he was to worship. He was lifted and placed right at his hips. The boy’s swollen lips dripped with sweetness as their chest met. Each hand grabbed onto his father’s chest, gripping hard onto them as his face was cradled so sweetly. He nodded a little nervously before speaking. “Take care of me, daddy.” It was like an angelic vow to bestow upon the alpha’s ears. 

Just then he felt those lips press against his own. There was a fire to it this time causing him to melt into him. The way he was kissed was like a man whose hunger was insatiable. He had awoken the sexual beast that lay dormant for far too long. His tongue snaked into the other’s mouth to taste him once more, moaning into it. His lips left the lock as his eyes closed. Those thick digits sliding into him like nothing. His tightness clenched around them as he was gently prepped for the main event. As his back arched, he felt those soft traces at the nape of his back. Slowly, he began to relax. The nerves almost left as his body became flushed. 

Hearing his father’s plea, he looked at him as that velvety, sweet voice spoke. “Y-yes, daddy, I want you, be my first..” He couldn’t help but blush at the claiming name, Princess. “Make your princess feel good, daddy…” He whimpered as he leaned up a bit. He knew those fingers were nothing like the real things, but he felt safe in his father's hold.

Alexander pulled his son closer, holding him firm, groaning low and deep into the flesh of Brandon's ass. The sensation of his illicit lover's lips wrapped around his cock, the delicate artistry of that throat slowly learning the rhythm that pleased him most, nearly undid him right then. He fought for composure, but it was like trying to hold the tide at bay. The heat and wetness of his boy��s mouth was exquisite, each movement milking a deep-seated pleasure from him that was sharper and purer than anything he'd ever known.

He let his tongue roam, working the tight rim of Brandon's body with the same persistence and acumen he brought to any business negotiation. His hands roamed upward, kneading and caressing, coaxing. He wanted to make this perfect for the boy—no, the princess—whose trust he was devouring. He wanted Brandon to feel cherished, to know that whatever this was, it wasn't just about lust, but about a need, a hunger that transcended the usual exchange of flesh and desire. He wanted his son to know that he was irreplaceable—not because of blood and legacy, but because his body and mind were built to receive and give this unique, forbidden love.

He worked the boy open with practiced ease, savoring each shudder and gasp he drew forth. For every tentative bob of the head on his cock, Alexander answered with an adoring squeeze of Brandon’s hips, a grounding hum into the warmth of his flesh. When Brandon loosened and relaxed, a trembling, sweet submission in the set of his back, Alexander eased a slick digit alongside his tongue, pushing just enough to make the boy arch and whimper, but never too much, never too sudden. He was nothing if not a perfectionist.

No longer able to wait any longer, Alexander desired the ultimate connection with his son more than he’d ever wanted anything before. He shifted Brandon, lifting him with strong hands, guiding the boy’s thighs to straddle his hips instead. Their chests pressed hot together, Alexander cradling his son’s face in his broad palm, looking Brandon in the eye with a gaze that left no doubt: this wasn’t a passing whim, but a vow. “Let me take care of you,” Alexander breathed, tenderness and command woven into the simple phrase. He kissed Brandon fiercely, deeply—not as a father, but as a man starving to worship the only person he’d ever truly needed. Alexander’s fingers returned, pushing deeper, stretching his son gently, preparing him for more. The other hand caressed Brandon’s back, thumb tracing lazy circles at the nape. Each movement measured and patient, as if branding memories into skin, "Take me, baby," he murmured against the other, his voice lustful, deep and velvety, "I want to feel you around me ... my perfect boy ... my princess made to take me and only me."

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No one would be coming to look for them for some time. After any of their little shows, he knew the power their love making had on the house. It was almost like a filthy aphrodisiac to all of those perverted frat boys below. All of them were hard and craving relief, but none of them could ever reach the level of the King. Nick knew what they’d all be doing down there. Hell, he could hear some of it as he was carried away by his King to their room. He had heard stories for weeks about how Blake used to be the man who led the orgies, who everyone wanted, and now? He never stayed for them. He could have anyone down there at his whim, but he stayed true to Nicholas Nelson.

From the day they met, it seemed they were just captivated by one another. Before he knew it, he had fallen for the buff god. He almost snuggled closer into his broad chest as he was carried. “You love it..” He whispered as he saw the smile on those lips. He loved the way he was cared for. There was no need to be carried like a princess, but somehow it made him feel safe. Almost as if nothing could ever hurt or touch him. That was why he never cared how he was carried up those three flights of stairs.

As they entered the room, he took in the sights that he’d come to love. His man was a total sports junkie. Don’t get him wrong, he was a massive sports fan too, but he loved seeing all the things that made Blake him. All of those signed sports memorabilia, the leather furniture, those plush rugs that he’d laid on many, many times. All of this room was filled with things that showed the masculine with the sweetness. That luxurious side that only Nick had known. Then there was that musky smell. That smell mixed so perfectly with the other’s cologne that he knew that scent, loved that scent, because it was Blakes.

Soft, sweet pants came out as he was laid down on the bed. His limbs and body sprawled out as he looked up to his lover. His pale body still flushed from their time downstairs as he tried to fully catch his breath. Sweat slickened his body and as the lights hit it he was lit up. A sensual look for him as he felt that hand move his hair that was stuck to his face. A soft gasp left his lips as he felt that hand drift down his chest. In that moment, it felt like everything else had faded away. That they were the only two in the world. This room had become their safe haven. One where their love was truly explored and seen by themselves. The quiet in the room had seemingly calmed him. After all of the ferocious movements downstairs, it felt nice to be in the room that was theirs. The safety it provided to him was out of this world. 

Nick was the more vocal one about his feelings. It was hard for him to open up, sure, but when he was with Blake, he had no issue saying anything and everything. They complimented each other well. He knew all of his king’s gestures were his telling of affection. The freshman leaned up on his shaky arms just a bit to watch the other undress. There was something beautiful about watching it, hearing those soft sounds of clothes dropping. Slowly, he laid himself back down as the other knelt next to him. His hand reached out as he looked into the other’s eyes. The way Blake looked at him made his heart skip a beat. It was this softness, this lovingness. It wasn’t the same as the show he put on for all those horny bastards downstairs. It was the real Blake. 

He shared those admiring looks so many times, but now, it felt different. It felt like they were seeing each other for the first time again. At least, that’s how it felt to the red head. That sweet, loving smile curled on his soft lips as he closed his eyes for a moment. He loved when his man let it all wash away. This was the man he fell in love with. The feeling of those fingers in his hair had him open his bright eyes and look at him. Those hands had caused marks and bruising all over his body, but he knew that those hands also cared for him in ways no one would ever know or need to know.

He giggled softly and bit his bottom lip. “I love you too, Blake..” Each word breathy as he moved his hand to touch the other’s chest. Everything in the room stopped as they finally said the words to each other. None of this was a game. It was just two college jocks admitting their love for one another. He didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. “My love, my king, my Blake.” His cock began to twitch below as he just looked at him. “You’re mine, and I adore you madly.”

Blake knew the rest of the boys in the house would be pretty distracted for the next hour or so- whenever he and Nick got frisky anywhere in the house, it caused a domino effect as the others got so worked up that they'd immediately need release, be it from themselves, their shadows or even each other. It wasn't uncommon for Blake to inspire a full-blown orgy in the house from time to time and back in the day, he'd partaken in those quite heavily, but since Nick had come into his life, there was only one person he was interested in being with, even in the midst of a buffet of buff bodies that he could have his pick from. The way the other had captivated him so slowly and surely, he didn't even realize he was falling for the redhead at first- if he had, his commitment issues or machismo might have gotten in the way- but everything with Nick felt so natural and easy.

"I've turned you into a spoiled brat," he murmured teasingly, smiling at the other begging him to hurry, despite being carried like a princess up three flights of stairs to where the King's suite - practically a penthouse - was. When they reached the room which looked equal parts linebacker crash pad and five-star hotel, a mix of masculine and luxurious, with dark leather furniture and plush rugs. The walls were adorned with framed autographed sports jerseys and glossy photos of famous athletes. The bedding was made of crisp white linens and plush pillows, and the curtains were thick and heavy. The room was scented with a mix of leather and cologne, musky and inviting. A hint of sweat lingered in the air, adding to the sensual atmosphere. Blake refused to set him down right away. He nudged the heavy door behind them shut with a knee, locked it, and then marched across the thick rug, not so much because Nick required carrying, but because Blake loved the feeling of keeping him in his arms—proof positive of his strength, and a silent declaration to the world, or maybe just to Nick, that this was his.

He lay Nick out lengthwise atop the bed—no, the altar of this ridiculous domain—limbs sprawled, skin shining, all of him on display, still flushed and breathing hard, hair sticking to his temples. Blake ran a thumb over Nick’s cheek, sweeping just below the eye to catch a bead of sweat, and then again, electric, when his hand drifted down over his chest. The heat radiating between them made the rest of the world seem distant, unreal, as if the only thing that actually existed within four dimensions was this: their tangled bodies, the scent of sex, the warmth of the other's touch. Nick, for all the damage and wildness within, looked serene for a moment, as if the silence in this room had collected him like a tide pool, soothing the ache of being raw and wanted and known.

Blake never talked about his own feelings. He was the sort of man who wrote his affection in gestures: carrying a lover three floors without breaking stride, or insisting on tucking him in afterward, or making a show of locking the door. The frat king undressed now, matching the other’s nakedness finally, and the sound of his clothes dropping to the rug felt ceremonial, like a stripping away of pretense. He knelt at the edge of the bed and took in the sight of Nick, admiring him not as a conqueror admires a trophy, but as a builder admires a home—surprised at his own need to see the same face every night, to chart every subtle difference in how Nick arched his back or gasped his name, to memorize every imperfection and to love it, because it was part of the boy who made him feel alive in ways football and frat hierarchy never could. For a time they stared at each other. Without the audience, the urge to perform melted away, and in its place was something tender, shy around the edges. Blake ran a hand through Nick’s hair, fingers gentle compared to the bruising grip he’d used downstairs, almost like he was making sure the other was real, that this wasn’t some elaborate hazing vision and he said those words once more, this time slow, deep and each one deliberate as he locked eyes with Nick, “I love you.”

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He could feel the trembling from the other’s strong arms. The way he knew he had taken Jackson to a new realm of viciousness, pleasure and need. The nerd knew he was capable of many things, but he had no idea how he could open up a man’s world to a new kink, a new craving to own and use him like this. His fingers were tangled deep into those locks before being forced away into his new position. It seemed that lovable himbo that he’d had a crush on had become a wild beast before his eyes. 

His tightness wrapped around the other’s cock as he heard the demand to take it all. The nerd’s body shaking from the violence being forced to him. Cries and screams leapt from his lips. His head was ringing as he tried to take it all in. All of those pants, groans and moans leaving the jock had him on cloud nine. Sweat, lust and depravity filled the room. His senses became overloaded as he felt that orgasm reaching. The boy’s face below had changed into something new entirely. Everything had his eyes rolling, face contorting into this delirious, passion filled thing before the other’s eyes. “Daddy, daddy!” He cried out, not caring how loud he was being.

All of these pathetically sweet cries of reaching his orgasm screamed out. His body shaking, knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the sofa for dear life. Rope after rope of his own seed spat out from his cock as he tried to catch his breath. His tightness squeezing around his owner as he felt him go at full speed into him. His eyes barely opened as he continued screaming for the man destroying his body, his mind.

That was when he heard a scream that he’d never really heard. A true man finding his heaven from within his walls. That yell was guttural. His hands released the couch as he watched the man’s body convulse before him. Both trembling as he felt that massive load being sent deep inside of him. His own body aching from the way his masterful cock throbbed and twitched inside his hole. He didn’t care if there were bruises or scratches. It only aimed to be as markers of the other’s ownership to him. Slowly, he reached a hand up sweetly to rest on the side of the other’s neck. Sweat dripped down their frames as he felt him still inside. 

Silence sang true in that room. It felt like an eternity as he was filled up. The flushed bottom looked up at the man as he smiled. A cute, over-stimulated smile on his lips as he looked up at him. Every part of him felt like he was on pins and needles as he saw the way the other looked at his sweat and seed stained form. “I’m okay…” He tossed out. His thumb delicately rubbed against his cheek. “Are–Are you okay?” A genuine ask as he wasn’t ready to leave Jackson. “I- I know that was a lot.”

Jackson panted, arms trembling with the force of his own violence and the impossibility of stopping. He hadn't thought of himself as someone with a kink for control, for possession, until this very moment, with Barry moaning into the coarse fabric of the couch and gripping handfuls of Jackson's hair as if those were the reins to his own body. All those months spent doubling up on compulsory gender studies for the elective credit, all the lingo about agency and identity and validation, none of it registered now except as a distant, tinny ringing in the back of his skull, drowned out by the symphonic clench and pulse of Barry's body.

He braced himself, changed the angle, and watched the way Barry's knuckles blanched on the cushion, how his face glazed over and then collapsed in again, as if every thrust was a reset button. "Yeah, that's right," Jackson said, and it sounded foreign to him, like someone else had inhabited his voice, brought out something even more primitive than the sweaty jock persona he wore as armor. "Take it. Take every fucking inch, baby." He was so deep now that he saw Barry's face ripple with a kind of delirium Jackson had only ever seen in victory photos, the kind where everyone is screaming, crying, so overwhelmed they forget where they are.

Jackson's vision tunneled toward the apex of Barry's orgasm, the way he was so shamelessly messy and loud about it. He watched the pearled ropes paint Barry's smooth belly and chest, saw the way it seemed to liberate him. Barry's cries echoed in the small room, and for a split second Jackson felt a squeeze of something tender and terrifying in his own heart. It only made him fuck harder, like the only way to process the feelings was to drive through them, full speed, motor running till the tank ran dry.

He didn’t even know if he was breathing by the time heat began to pool at the base of his spine. The world went white and narrow. He came with a guttural yell, his entire body convulsing, pouring everything inside Barry in a slow, relentless pulse that seemed to last for whole minutes. His hands would probably leave bruises on Barry’s hips. When it was over, the room was silent except for the heavy, arrhythmic breathing. A wave of something post-apocalyptic swept over him. He stayed inside Barry, motionless except for the shivers, watching the pale skin of Barry’s chest twitch and glisten with sweat and love stains, until it was clear that neither of them really wanted to move just yet. "You, um. That was… Are you okay?"

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There was this thing of being Alexander’s son that the world saw. They assumed he had to be perfect, and had to be the best. It was clear that he wanted to be the very best for his father. It was how he was raised. Even with the perfection being instilled in him, he was very much a spoiled princess. As the only heir to it all, he knew how to work his father. Batting those pretty eyes and only saying ‘daddy please’? Always got him what he wanted, but in this moment, they had entered an uncharted world. One where he was learning how to please his father in new ways. He knew long ago that his father was more than a cutthroat business man. Now, he was seeing a side that was beautiful in the most sinful way.

He blushed hard. That almost too innocent looking face turned a soft pink as he heard his father’s words. “Had to do something while waiting for the best man to be my first..” His words trailed off as he chewed his bottom lip. “Yes, daddy.” Those eyes looked up at him as he waited with bated breath to find out if he’d be accepted as his father’s true lover. No one could be molded better into the lover he deserved than he. A huge smile appeared on his lips as he heard the sweet promises. A soft, simple moan crept out as he followed the gesture. Their lips meeting in a way that couldn’t be described. It had his young, fit body on fire. Electrified every part of his body as he tasted that tongue. This was their sweet nothing to stamp the claim upon one another. 

As he fell into the kiss, tasting his father deeply, he looked a bit dazed as it ended. No words were said as he was placed where he was needed and wanted. Legs straddle that broad, beefy chest as his head was put back to the man’s cock. One hand wrapped around that massive cock as he leaned in to lick it slowly. The nerves had him stall for a moment as he felt his father’s hands on each cheek. His hand moved up and down, stroking him, taking it all in for a moment. These breathy, gasping whimpers sang from the angel at his cock. “D-daddy!” His voice was sweet and tethered to the pleasure he was learning. He kept kissing and licking at that massive thing in his hands as he felt the gruff man taking his time. He felt that tongue press inwards as he moaned with the head of his father’s cock passing his lips.

Alexander was no stranger to intimacy- in his younger years his good looks and rising success meant that he hardly spent any evening alone and, inevitably, that was how he'd been blessed with his son. He'd been somewhat celibate though ever since Brandon had entered the world - he'd discreetly paid the woman who birthed him a handsome amount to give up her rights and the upper echelon socialite had jumped at the chance. Alexander didn't trust anybody but himself to raise his heir and that was so all his spare time and focus had gone to his pride and joy - the only human in the world that knew a warm side to the cut-throat billionaire businessman. Was it any wonder that Brandon would also be the only one to be able to re-awaken his father's instantiable sexual hunger?

"Wow, you really have been watching a lot of porn," Alexander teased playfully as the other settled into position, "You want me all to yourself?" he asked, a little surprised and his ego much flattered. There was a swelling sense of pride and machismo the other was igniting in him; it would be a perfect arrangement- nobody else would ever be able to give his son the things that he knew he deserved so who better than him? And the way Brandon worshipped his cock already ... it was clear that this was their destiny all along and as wrong as it might be, he couldn't find it in his heart to turn away from it. "I'm all yours now, baby boy," he promised sweetly, gesturing for the other to lean in for a kiss, one deeper than any other they'd shared before, a tender meeting of tongues and a solemn stamp on their mutual claim on one another.

When the deep, slow kiss finally ended, he moved the other so that his legs were straddling his father's broad chest and his head back to Alexander's cock and his bubble butt in his father's face. He took each globe in each hand, softly playing with the sweet muscle there before he leaned in and started to massage his son's hole with his tongue, humming softly as he pressed passed the barrier of muscle and began sensually eating him out and preparing him for what was still to come.

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Barry had been with a few guys here and there, but none of them had this power. This animalistic hunger when it came to craving him. None of them could compare to the boy beneath him. Not in his stamina, his eagerness, or his sheer cock size. It was all so new for him to have a man be such an alpha with him. There wasn’t this awkwardness to it like the others. Jackson just took control and used him like he was meant to be. Their chemistry, their bodies, the sex- it was all so electric. He knew that this man was his, and he didn’t care what anyone heard or thought- even Jackson’s, soon to be, ex-girlfriend. He could only hope.

He was going to please and worship this jock forever if he’d let him. God, the way his cock went so deep and forced its way in and out had him screaming and whimpering. All he could do was let those mindless begs and pleas to be owned and kept ring through. This pleasure was unlike anything anyone had given to him, and little did he know that little word would reignite some insane fire in the jock. Breathy whimpers flew from his lips as he felt those strong, big arms wrap around him and put him on his back. This was a side he would want to keep alive in their whatever this was.  “OH FUCK DADDY!” He screamed out in a pleasured painfilled holler. His legs spread open further as he was repositioned. His eyes looked up at the beast inside of him as he listened to those claims. The nerd blushed deeply as he took the fast, deep fucks into his tight hole. No words came out as he felt his cock throbbing almost like he was about to reach his orgasm. This was HIS daddy. The man who finally claimed the cock loving nerd. “Y-y-you never w-w-ill a-ag-!” Before the word could finish he felt his cock twitch for a moment before the first of his loads spewed out of him. His hole tightening around the fuck stick that was destroying him, claiming him. Cries of pleasure roamed the room as he looked up at him. “I’m yours!” He promised. “Keep, keep going please!” He begged as he laid there covered in his own seed.

Jackson hadn't ever gotten to fuck someone like this. No girl had ever let him completely give in to his carnal side and go at a pace and roughness like he was now during his very first time with Barry. He never thought he'd see the day where he was pounding a dude but it felt better than anything he'd ever felt before; so good that all notions of the relationship he was in, the girlfriend he had or the reputation as very much straight had gone completely out of the window. All that mattered to him was what was happening here and now. His girlfriend could walk in on them right now and he probably wouldn't be able to stop himself even then, he was already that addicted to the level of attention and pleasure that the male gave him.

Barry's continued pleas to be owned and kept didn't fall on deaf ears- the opposite, they were already burying deep into the himbo's psyche. Then the other called him something he'd only ever fantasized about his lovers calling him. Daddy. Fuck- he was so turned on now, more virile and feral than ever before. He wrapped his arms around the other suddenly, turning them over and all but throwing Barry onto his back on the couch, his thick, gigantic girth never leaving the other's warm embrace as he repositioned them, taking each of Barry's legs into his hands and forcing them to spread even wider, "That's right- I'm your fuckin' Daddy, baby."

He began fucking the other again, still fast but this time it seemed he was determined for every thrust to go deep enough that Barry could feel it in his soul. "I'm never going another day without your holes," he said, biting his bottom lip. Again, he clearly wasn't thinking it through but, in his defense, he almost never thought anything through and their natural chemistry told his animalistic brain everything it needed to know, He spoke while he continued to fuck the other's brains out, "You're mine."

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To say those words? That took a lot of courage even in his hazed state. The look on his face when he said it was some mixture of pleasure and sweetness. Something that he knew only Blake would understand. There were times when they looked at one another that they just understood it. Every time he laid his eyes on the macho man in that moment, there was something more electric than ever. Even if they were on full display for the world to see, those tiny little looks are what made his heart race, skip and jump. Breathy moans escaped him as he felt those lips almost against his. He began to blush as he heard the returned sentiment. That kiss sent a shockwave through his body. Almost like he woke his love back up.

As the kiss broke, he cried, screamed and moaned like he was nearing the best orgasm in his life. The way Blake got this charge again had his body aching. He was cumming, and he was just singing his praise. “Fuck yes! Fill me, daddy!” He hollered for all to hear as he felt those last few rough and fast pounds. His eyes shut tight as his head leaned back a bit. He screamed out as he felt the man’s seed being buried inside of him. His own cock shot his load all over their bodies as he whimpered as his hole gripped around his massive cock, milking every ounce out. It was his way of proving that he owned Blake as much as he owned him. Every bit of cum that came from that cock was meant for him and only him. That cock was his to be filled by, to love, to scream for.

Those hips rolls had him whimpering and moaning desperately as he held on tight to his King. No one or anything could pry the two apart. He could hear the cheers and applause all around them. It let him know that everyone enjoyed the show given for them. With that stolen kiss, he was carried to the couch for a moment. He looked up at him as he gasped feeling that cock leave his tightness. He could feel the cum dripping from his aching hole. As he leaned his head back, he saw a boy eyeing him in a weird manner. He knew he looked hot the way he did, but that wasn’t for anyone else to oggle. That was when he heard his King defend his honor. A big smile curled on his face. “I’m all for Blake.” He coughed out as he raised up a bit onto his elbows. As the brother fell in line and grabbed Nick’s clothes, he saw Blake take them from him. 

All the jock boy could do was chuckle at the way his man spoke to all these losers. Biting his bottom lip as he was scooped up, he looked around. “What he said!” He hollered with a cheerful glee as he was carried like a nude bride up to their room. As he they went up the stairs, Nick couldn’t help but dance his fingers on his lover’s chest as he ached to be with him more and more. “Please, Blake, hurry…” He grinned before he leaned his head closer to his ear. “I need you, my love..” He breathed a bit heavy against his ear as they reached the top floor. All he could do was hold on with bated breath to be alone with him. No prying eyes or perverts watching. This was their time to be alone together.

There was a specific way that Nick looked at Blake that never failed to make even the most egotistical and macho frat king feel his heart skip a beat. It was this particular sparkle in his eye - like Nick was in awe and in love and Blake noticed it both when they were being intimate and just when the other was spending time around him and, honestly, he felt himself return that same look every time. As he'd carried the other to their new position, he noticed that look, but this time, clearer than ever before and then - he said it. Three little words that Blake had never heard from one of his lovers. The giant muscular athlete couldn't help the smile that took over his face, reaching right up to his eyes as it was clear as day how happy hearing those words made him. He leaned in and pressed his lips almost against Nick's, "Not as much as I love you," he murmured so that literally only the pledge could hear before he kissed him and returned to fucking him with a renewed and even more intense energy.

He broke their kiss as the other started moaning and crying as those sounds were like music to his ears and nothing got him closer to his finish than when Nick started losing all control and decorum when he was also getting close. "Fuck- me too!" he moaned, his deep voice boomed and sure enough, after a few more rough and fast ruts, he gave a powerful thrust that speared his cock inside the other completely to the base as his orgasm hit and with a growl he began to shoot his massive load inside the other. Blake wasn't the type to pull out- ever. No, he valued his own alpha seed too much and gave his lover boy no other option than to take all of it in one hole or another- unless his king was feeling particularly possessive that day and demanded to cover his face and chest in it.

Blake kept rolling his hips as he shot stream after stream inside Nick, holding his body so tightly and securely that God himself wouldn't be able to pry his fuck doll partner away from him. There were some cheers and raucousness from around the room as they finished and Blake milked every last second of his orgasm and Nick's. When they both were done, he held Nick there, foreheads pressed against one another and he stole one last secret kiss before carrying the other back to the couch and laying him down so he could pull out of the now cum filled and covered youth.

"Hey, fuckhead- Stop looking at my boy like that, he's not for you- he'll never be for you," Blake snapped at one of the other senior brothers who immediately snapped out of his horny haze and nodded quickly and muttered an apology while his leader pulled his pants back on. He then snapped his fingers and pointed at where Nick's clothes were and the nearest brother understood the silent order and quickly scrambled to hand them to Blake, "Hope you degens enjoyed the show. Take some tips on how a real man fucks," he said with a smirk, "Now, if anyone needs us ..." he announced, clearly and firmly, "... don't," and with that, he leaned down and scooped Nick back into his arms, carrying him bridal style this time and walking them to the top floor of the fraternity where his penthouse-like room waited for them.

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His lips had found their rightful place. The way his mouth watered just to taste the cock that created him. His mood changed when he looked into those eyes, when he tasted his father for the first time. Something about it had just awoken a deep, sinful thing inside. As he listened to those moans, he smiled up at him. His plush lips kissing along his massive shaft. His hand wrapped around the thickness. “Yes, daddy…No one’s ever done anything to me..” His words were a bit shameful and embarrassing as he blushed. “I’ve watched a lot of porn..” He grinned as he licked him slowly again. “You taste so good, sir.” He purred out as he stroked the man’s cock lovingly. He kept blushing as his curls were toyed with. 

Something told him this wasn’t some one off. This wasn’t like all those other men who wanted him for one night. He could feel the true love and desire in this situation. All he wanted was to show his father he could do it better than anyone. No whore he’d been with before could ever compete with him. “Mmm daddy..” He whimpered as he took the man’s cock back in his mouth for a moment just to tease him with a look. Those plump lips wrapped around his cock. Big eyes staring up at him as he moaned against the length.

As the cock was taken away from him, he laid there nude before his father. His own cock standing at full salute as he nodded. “I-I’ve heard of it. It’s where I blow you and you blow me at the same time…” His words sweet and enticing as he moved to the patted place helping his father remove the rest of his pants. His eyes caught a glimpse of him licking his lips. "I'll do whatever you want as long as you know that you and that big cock are mine only now." He bit his bottom lip. He was already addicted to it all.

Through his dominant, lust-filled haze, Alexander noticed a mood change in his son as well; when the other was given more freedom, he didn't pull away, didn't beg for the other to stop or even seem to hesitate anymore. The opposite in fact. The older male moaned as Brandon stroked his cock between various licks, sucks and kisses to his massive shaft, encouraging him to keep doing so. "You sure you're a virgin, son?" he asked with a light smirk and breathy laugh, biting on his lower lip as he tried to hold back yet another moan, "Because you sure do suck cock like a pro."

He returned his hand to the other's hair, this time though he stroked his fingers through the curls he knew so well- an adoring gesture, one he did often to show his affection to the other. To the rest of the world, he was a cold, calculating bastard- but his little boy had always been his source of warmth and comfort. And now, possibly, his source of pleasure. "Wouldn't be the first time you excelled when you first tried something," he said proudly, shrugging off the jacket but keeping the opened button shirt and tie on, "You're doing such a good job at making Daddy happy, sport. And making Daddy so proud ..."

He slowly pulled himself from Brandon's lips and maneuvered his body off the younger male's, setting beside him on the large, expensive bed he'd bought him, "Help get these pants off, sport," he hummed, patting his lap, "Then ... you know what a sixty-nine position is, right?" he smirked wickedly, licking his lips.

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The way the other just fell for him was astounding. A part of him wondered how he’d feel after the drunken haze of this wore off. It was weird a part of him actually cared about Jackson. Sure, he’d hooked up with a few other jocks, but he had always deemed this one as a prize. Maybe he just couldn’t fully admit how deep his crush on the other was. The taste of the other’s tongue on his had him feeling the same haze. It was like they’d both just fallen into the moment without a concern of what was to come. 

Their bodies moved so effortlessly together. Almost like they’d been made to do this dance. All of these pleasures were something he never wanted to deny anyone, but he found himself really wanting to give it all to him. Sure, his size was a bit daunting, but he wasn’t afraid of being made to feel new pleasures and pain alike. That was what made Barry a good boy toy. He was always wanting to find new things to experience, and now that he had someone that was having his first? It was remarkable. The smell of his sweaty body, those sounds he kept singing, they all brought Barry to that cloud nine. Lips breaking apart as their foreheads met. Barry chewed down on his bottom lip as he felt the other’s length breach him. 

Gasping, whimpering sounds escaped the nerd as he held onto the man tighter. “S-s-so b-b-ig…” He cried out happily as he sank further and further down. His tight hole wrapped around him hard with every inch. Messy, sloppy kisses fueled their erotic haze as he heard the other moan out just as Barry’s ass hit the hilt. His hips grabbed by the other’s needy paws as he groaned. His eyes kept fluttering open and shut as he attempted to accommodate him fully. Never complaining. Gasping, whimpered moans left his lips as he was held in place. His tightness clenched around the other’s massive manhood as he took the thrusts.

“Then m-make m-me yours, babe. Don’t ever leave me or this tight hole.” He purred as he felt the man’s legs move beneath him. All the air in his lungs sort of hesitated to come out as he realized what was about to happen. Slowly, he leaned back just a bit, so that Jackson could see his body contort in the dim lighting. Scream after scream ripped from the nerd’s sweet throat as he was pulled down into every thrust. His vision went a bit hazy as his leaking cock bounced around with each move. Sweat dripped down his body as he dug his fingers into the other’s shoulders as he let the fuck machine take him.

His entire body bounced harshly and yet so sweetly against his lover’s body. “D-Daddy!” He cried out as his body shook with every thrust, with every time he shallowed out deep inside of him. He gripped those powerful, thick thighs with his legs to try and stablize himself as he was fucked into oblivion by this animal. Barry's mind couldn't concentrate on the beast he unlocked, but all he knew was- he needed him more and more. With every forceful push down, with every raise up for a thrust, Barry found himself realizing just how much they were made for one another.

It hadn't yet really occured to the jock that he was fully making out with a dude- not only that but he was making out with him mostly naked after the other had been sucking him off. The himbo was just chasing the high and enjoying the moment, unable to stop himself from giving into all the new pleasures Barry was introducing to him. There was something so addicting and mesmerizing about how their bodies moved together- he was used to girls being a little awkward or complaining more, either about his size or that he was being too rough or that he smelt when he was sweating- but Barry wasn't doing any of those, Barry let him manhandle him as much as he liked and mirrored all the passion that Jackson was giving.

Their foreheads pressed together as his massive cock finally breached the other's entrance and the star quarterback's vision went completely hazy as ecstasy of the feeling completely overwhelmed him. Barry was tighter than any girl he'd been with and their kisses only got sloppier and hotter as they restarted while the other sank lower and lower - never stopping, never complaining or changing his mind, just taking ever single last inch. The erotic air between them reached a new, primal level as Jackson himself moaned hotly.

He nodded enthusiastically at the other's words, not understanding the depth of them consciously but his body knew that Barry was meant to be his. They fit perfectly together and the last few minutes with this guy had felt more memorable and incredible than any time he'd ever been intimate with a girl before. The jock took the nerd by the hips, holding him in place and began to thrust up into his heat, growling and grunting softly as he did so.

"Fuuuuck! I never wanna stop fucking you, baby- need you to be mine," Jackson spread his legs a little more, digging his sneaker-covered heels in the ground and his powerful thighs gaining better stability as he picked up the pace, now pulling Barry down when he thrust up and the opposite when he shallowed out. It took mere minutes before Jackson turned into an absolute fuck-machine- jack hammering up into the other like an animal, making the nerds entire body bounce on his cock.

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Not one other pair could compare to these two. All of the frat couldn’t even come close to the hotness, the sexual prowess even, of these two. The way they just molded together so perfectly was something the other’s envied and enjoyed. Nick was well aware of what went down when they started fucking around the house. All of the seniors grabbed their shadows and had them please them, but still, no one could do it like they did. None of them were even on the same level as these two. Their chemistry alone was one that he never thought he’d find or feel, but fuck, he was all in for Blake.

As the older of the two laid back and watched him bounce, he moaned louder and louder as every inch slipped deep into him. He could hear all the perverse things happening around them, but he dared not look away from the only one who mattered. His pale, freckled digits groped at his lover’s chest as he bottomed out on his cock. Both of them had fantastic physiques, but he couldn’t help but become addicted to every inch of his king. Shivers ran up his spine as he felt those hands caressing his body.

Sweat dripped down them both as he screamed out. “YES DADDY RIGHT THERE!!” He cried out as his head fell back. Sweaty, red hair flew back as that massive length kept hitting his sweet spot over and over. His back arched like he was in pure heaven. His cock leaking pre-cum against his lover’s chest as heard those words whispered. Wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s neck, he whimpered a whisper so sweet back. “You’re all I will ever need, baby…” He cooed sweetly. 

As he felt that strong arm wrap around his waist, he yelled out feeling that length spear into him harder. He was completely against the man. Within a couple of minutes, he was lifted and moved from the couch. That cock never leaves its rightful place. That sweet look of him biting his bottom lip let him know all he needed to. It was one of those signs that told him he was safe. The coolness of the wall hit his back as he looked down at him. Without thinking, he mouthed three little words to blake- I love you. No one could see what he said. It was for his king’s eyes only as he felt him taking control back.

“AHH!” He screamed out as his hands gripped tightly onto the other’s back. This was the man he fell for. This animal that could hoist him up and fuck him right there in front of everyone, but still make it feel like it was just them. Pleasured cry after cry soared from the boy like a song as he took the pounding. Hands moving to wrap around Blake’s neck after marking his back a bit. In that moment, he felt like nothing but a toy for the other to use and abuse. Their sweaty bodies bouncing and rubbing against each other as Nick whimpered feeling his cock aching and throbbing. “I’m going to cum, daddy!” He hollered out for all the boys to hear. This man had a chokehold on him and his body. He never even got to touch himself, and he was about to blow his load all over them.

The two of them were the hottest pairing in the frat by far, so it wasn't surprising that, as per usual when they fucked around the frat house like this - some of the other guys had dropped or zipped open their pants and were enjoying the show to the fullest extent. It wasn't uncommon for the other seniors to make their pledges service them while enjoying the show. Blake and Nick couldn't help it- their natural chemistry was palpable.

Blake laid back and enjoyed the show- he was the natural dominant in their relationship but that didn't mean he didn't give the other plenty of opportunity to take a little control of his pleasure. It was just as satisfying watching the other blissed out thanks to him- like a personal, live porno. Nick knew just how he liked it too- the other wasn't shy about cooing, moaning and screaming as he rode him like a champ. Blake would take turns having his hands folded behind his head, looking like an alpha male being serviced like the king he was, and running his hands along Nick's smooth, curved body.

Blake smirked at the other, "You're all I need," he whispered back into the other's ears, words only meant for the pledge to hear. With that, Blake moved without warning, he kicked off his pants that had been pooled around his ankles- his shirt long gone, the only thing he was wearing was his shoes as wrapped one powerful arm around Nick's waist and the other took hold of one of the other's thick thighs and he lifted up off the could, standing with the other in his arms and his cock still fully sheathed inside of him. He smirked knowingly at the other, biting his bottom lip as he walked them over to the nearest wall of the common room, pressing Nick up against it as he took back the control of their love making and began to pound the other into it, holding him up and fucking into him as if he were nothing more than a sex doll while burying his face into the crook of Nick's neck, grunting and panting as he did so, their sweaty bodies rubbing roughly against one another now.

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All of his life he was able to make his father do as he wanted. It never took much convincing for him. Just a sweet little batting of his eyes, or even something as sweet as saying ‘daddy please’. Brandon knew how to play his father in aspects of getting something like money, a new car, a trip across the world, but he never thought he’d be unable to use those powers. They were something he’d grown accustomed to using. Tonight though? Those powers were useless against the man pinning him down. The way he spoke about belonging to him had him confused in all sorts of ways. 

He couldn’t help but blush at the stares and the sweet compliments slipping from his father’s lips. He was stripped and laid bare beneath him as he looked up at the patriarch’s massive cock. His lips opened, but he couldn’t form words. He was too embarrassed at how turned on he was by the cock that created him all those years ago. The blush on his face turned a bright pink as he was told it was the only one good enough for him. Thick, monstrous cock slipping further and further passed his pouty lips. The boy moaned around him.

That was when he saw the change of aggression to something else. Something that just wanted this sort of sinful love, sinful attention. It was becoming harder and harder to deny that he too wanted this. As the older man released his grip, the young man began to move a bit more freely. His left hand reached up, a bit shaky, as he wrapped it around the man’s cock. He was a flushed, horny boy for his dad at this moment. All of the thoughts in his brain had turned to mush. All he could do was what felt right.

As he let the cock fall from his lips with a soft, wet pop, he looked up at him and spoke. “I want you to be happy, daddy…” He admitted as he slowly stroked him and licked at the manhood like it was a popsicle of sorts. The taste was intoxicating as he placed small kisses along the shaft. “Let me be the one to make you feel good like this…” He requested as he slowly took him back into his mouth. Giving in to such desires was probably wrong, but when his father’s gruff voice called him ‘good boy’ or ‘baby’, he just wanted to submit.

Doe-like eyes looked up at him as he took him further in. His mouth and his throat were being stretched out a bit. His father's size was that of a god. One he planned to worship daily if allowed. A wet, gagging noise ripped from his throat as he slowly came of the man's length, only to repeat it again and again.

Alexander wasn't letting the other struggle or talk his way out of it. Brandon had gotten away with plenty in life by batting his eyelashes at his doting father but here and now that wouldn't work. The patriarch of their infamous family was going to take what he believed belonged him no matter what. That being said - the way the other blushed and the particular tone he used when he called him 'daddy' as he'd undressed him ... something about that made Alexander's entire body flush hotly.

"Yeah, it is, boy - you're looking at a real man's cock," he boasted, his son now understanding where a lot of his father's natural confidence stemmed from. "This is the only manhood good enough for you as far as I'm concerned," he huffed, then his mouth dropped open and his eyes fell closed as Brandon started taking him into his mouth- the pleasure was overwhelming and soon he let out a deep moan the rumbled through his entire body. It was clear that now that he was finding some release and had complete control over the other, that some of his aggression was starting to taper off and the mood was starting to change.

"That's a good boy," he breathed, his tone easing up a bit now and loosening his grip, as if to give his son permission to explore and worship his cock at his own pace now. "My boy ... my beautiful boy," he hummed, slowly looking down at the other and running his free hand through those curls he loved so much. "You want to make my happy, don't you?" he hummed, "Show me how much you love your Daddy and appreciate everything he does for you ..." he cooed, loosening his tie and unbuttoning's his shirt now, exposing his chiseled, hairy torso beneath the fine, Italian suit, "Fuck, Baby-" a nickname he had for Brandon that took on a new context now, "-nobody's ever ... ever felt this good ..."

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“I haven’t!” He argued as he tried to fight against his father’s strength. The boy looked up at him with wide eyes as he could just feel his father’s intentions. “I-it’s not like that, let me go, dad!” He pleaded and cried out as he heard the veiled threat of what he should have done. His father was a lot stronger than he was. His body was extremely muscular. Every muscle seemed to flex as he pinned the young man down, and he could feel himself getting hard. This was wrong, and he knew it. A moan ripped from his throat as his own father, his creator, reached down and grabbed his hardening cock through his shorts. 

“Dad, please let me go..” He whimpered out as he was roughly stripped of his clothes. He could feel those big, strong hands ripping the fabric with ease until he laid there bare. It was wrong what was happening, but he opened his eyes to the man staring at him. His father’s eyes had turned into a look he’d never seen before. His rather nice sized cock twitched under his father’s control. Soft lips opened to speak. “Thank you, daddy..” He was blushing. He was embarrassed at how he began to feel.  It was like he was proud to be so adored by the grizzly man above.

He could see his father’s masterful length at full staff. He swallowed hard as he could see it throb. There was no fighting this. His father was forcing himself on him, and he was going to take him right here, right now. The twenty-something year old cried out in pain as his hair was taken in the other’s fist. “That thing is huge, dad fuck, i can't-” He swore out, but it was too late. His head was forced down, and that thick, throbbing head was past his protesting lips.

The taste of his creator's cock was intoxicating on a sinful level. He found himself growing hazier and hazier as it all proceeded to happen.

"Sure you haven't," Alexander scoffed sarcastically, "That's why you've been practically drooling after all of them and they all keep talking about you like you're some prize to be won," he growled, "I'm doing what I should've done the day you turned eighteen," he said simply, "You're my prize- I made you into the man you've become, nobody else!" Alexander was climbing onto the other's bed now, forcing himself onto his son, pinning him down with his massive weight and musculature, which was incredibly easy.

"Look at you, already getting hard, you little slut," he said, reaching down and grabbing Brandon through his shorts, beginning to assert his dominance in the most forbidden way. "Let's see just how much of my genetics you inherited, huh?" he said cryptically before it became clear when he started ripping Brandon's clothes off. His son's shorts were the first to go, followed closely by his shirt and anything else he wore until he was completely bare in front of his father and Alexander looked at the other in a way he never had before and felt things that he never had before.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, you're beautiful, boy," he huffed, running his hands along Brandon's body, his cock at full attention now, it's mind-blowing length and wide girth throbbing at just how perfect Brandon's naked form was- he truly had inherited all the best parts of his only parent. "Don't be shy now- show Daddy what you've been giving every other man who gives you attention, he growled, pulling the other forward and moving him onto his knees, taking a fistful of his dark curls, "Time for you to worship the very cock that made you and drain the same balls you once came from," he smirked devilishly, urging his son's head down as he said it.

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All of the frat just assumed this was how they were nonstop, but there was more to their relationship than this. Nick fell for the domination and craved it ever so. He loved submitting to his king, his lover. There was never any denial of that. The way he could just hear his man coming for him and instantly he’d get into a position for him. It was all incredibly hot, and he loved making all of these men jealous that he was the one Blake wanted. Being so devoted to one another? That was what he really fell for.

No one knew just how caring Blake could be. All of these tiny little things while in public that he’d do when he was taking him. The way those big, muscled arms would wrap around him? That kept Nick feeling safe and cared for. Those little pats to his lap? They let him know that he craved him just as much as he did. There were so many tiny, little details that could be missed by the horny, jealous frat bros who would watch, but he knew what each meant.

To call his love ‘The King’, he inherited it from the way everyone else spoke. Just sort of as a throw away title, but it soon became a name for his lust, his love. Blake was his king. The way he could degrade him with names like slut, cock lover, or whatever, he used the king to show his devotion, his love. It gave him a name to call when he wanted to show he was there to please the man he saw as true royalty. 

His own pecs heaved in the other’s face as he moaned for the world to see. With every lick, kiss, suck, or bite, he moaned like a cheap whore in heat. It was one of his favorite spots the others paid attention to. He knew he’d be punished for his act of falling into pleasure later, but he didn’t care. Those lips on his pale skin were enough to make any man fall. His fingers wrapped in that hair as if it was to prove something. He’d missed his lover, his owner, his king. All he wanted was attention that only he could provide to him. He nodded through whimpers as he heard the grin through those sinful words. 

Without a word, he fell into doing as told. Slowly, he began to roll his hips feeling that monster cock buried deep within his aching walls. “Y-yes, daddy.” He cooed out as he began to ride him. His eyes locked onto the other’s as he began moving faster. His hole being stretched and abused by Blake’s big cock as he took control for a moment. It could hit the spot like no other. Screams of lust poured from the pale boy’s lips as he rode him. He was safe and secure in these arms around him. His fat cheeks bouncing against the other’s laps. The harsh, sweet sound of skin slapping against skin sang through as he looked down at him. Sweat dripped down his flushed skin as he spoke. “You’re all I need, my king..” His body was burning up as he took every inch inside of him before teasingly moving up and down for a moment just to catch his breath.

While the frat brothers only saw the roughness, the dominant and submissive side of their love making - it was the tiny gestures in between that they didn't see that spoke volumes to what was really happening between them. The little touches, the soft assurances that each other was safe and secure, the lingering kisses and lips on skin, the never-breaking eye contact and so much more told the true story of two devoted lovers living out their most lavishly filthy fantasies for all to see and enjoy.

Everyone referred to Blake as 'the king' - it was a title that proceeded him at this point and he heard it nearly everyday in some shape or form and yet; when it came out of Nick's mouth it sounded sweeter and more powerful than any other time and never failed to truly make him feel like royalty being served.

He stayed at Nick's bountiful bosom, his chest being one of his many favorite spots on the other as he continue to kiss, lick, suck and bite as he pleased, moaning across the other's pale skin as they reconnected and he felt himself buried to the hilt once more. He felt Nick clinging to him, a hand at the back of his own head and he smirked a little- he knew the other was truly lost in pleasure now and normally he would reprimand him for being too intimate with him (in public, unlike their private sessions in their shared room) but he too had missed the other that day and longed for this.

"Enjoy it baby boy, it's all yours - whether you like it or not," he grinned, pressing his face between the other's pecs now, breathing him in, "Use it like a toy- show me how much you love this cock and this cock only," he instructed, "I wanna see you come using just me, no hands ..." He looked up at the other now, his own powerful, muscular arms fully wrapped around Nick now, holding him close and tight and forgetting about the frat around them, "Show me that I'm all you need."

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“Backdoor is always the best..” He teased as he watched the quarterback remove his underwear and shorts with haste. There was something insanely hot about the way he looked right there. That t-shirt still tucked away behind his head, those sneakers and knee high socks still on. It was a sight for the nerd. A small gasp slipped out of the boy as he was greedily taken to the other’s lap. His own heart racing when he realized he had to take that thick cock beneath him. This was going to be an interesting moment for the both of them, but all he cared about was getting the man he’d been wanting.

That simple, sweet moan that left Jackson was all he had wanted to hear. Their eyes met as he felt that large, powerful length slide in between his bubbled cheeks. Barry couldn’t help but moan as he felt it rubbing against his hole. He nodded at the question with a grin. “Love when a big, strong man like you begs for my tight hole to be wrapped around their even bigger cock.” He closed his eyes just for a moment to enjoy the sensations going on around him. In that moment, he felt the other’s lips finally crash against his. The so-called straight boy was showing a wicked desire with the way he forced the other’s head into it, closing all gaps. 

Moan after moan rolled through his captured mouth. Lips parting to allow the man to taste his tongue, to taste himself. God, he couldn’t even think at that moment. It was better than he ever thought it could be. The way his lips felt, his tongue tasted. It was all beyond his wildest wet dream. His toned figure pressed hard against the other as he fell into the kiss more and more. His hands placed on Jackson’s pecs, squeezing them as he felt the other fully giving him what he always wanted.

Their lips never broke. Not even as he was moved and positioned, but that didn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat as he knew what was to come. Barry’s lips disconnected from the other as he whined loudly as he felt that fat cock head push its way into his tight, sweet hole. “F–F–Fuuuu!” He couldn’t even finish the word as he was forced down on it. Inch by inch it speared the nerd until he was at the bottom. He was panting into the sloppy kisses as he tried to stifle the screams. “Make me yours, Jackson. Fucking prove you deserve to own me.” He spat out as he leaned his head back, pulling away from his lover’s kiss. The dim lighting swept them up as if they were being illuminated within the shadows. His own cock leaking between the boy’s as he tried to adjust.

"Oh fuck yes," Jackson breathed heavily, "My girlfriend never lets me put it in the back," he huffed, kicking off his own shorts and underwear that had been around his ankles, not bothering with the shirt still tucked behind his head, his sneakers or the knee-high socks he still wore as he greedily welcome the other into his lap, his heart leaping with excitement at finally being able to get what he wanted sexually - to be able to scratch and itch that he'd had for what felt like, to the himbo, forever.

He moaned as Barry used his chest to keep himself stable, then meeting the other's gaze as he closed in- their faces mere inches apart as the other let the jock's gigantic manhood slide between his cheeks to tease them both, eliciting a restrained moan from the athlete, his hands taking the other's waist now. "Yeah? Love when I beg to put it in that tight little hole of yours, huh?" he grinned, enjoying the other's game and playing along happily.

Jackson didn't think twice - truthfully, in this case and in most, he hadn't even thought once - when the other's tongue touched his lips, they parted softly, subtly while one of his large hands took Barry by the back of his head and forced him down so the space between their faces closed and their lips finally met. It was all instinctual, just like every other reaction and movement he made with the other. He'd never been with a guy before- but being with Barry was quickly feeling like the most natural thing in the world. He moaned into the kiss, able to taste his own cock and pre-cum but also able to taste Barry- a taste he quickly found that he liked. He also liked how the other was delicate like a girl, but with a strength that allowed him to move a little rougher, be a little more intense as they made out.

Jackson's hand dropped down from the other's head after a while and using his strength he easily positioned the other right where he wanted him and while still passionately kissing the nerd, the star quarterback lined his fat cock head to the other's entrance and began to force him down on it, their kiss only heating up and growing more lascivious with each moment, moaning shamelessly as a pleasure like he'd never known before began to wash over him. Without thinking, when the other reached his hilt, between languid kisses, Jackson moaned, "Mine, now ..."

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Over the years, Brandon had found himself the center of a lot of his father’s colleagues' attention. They had all made these sexual innuendos towards him. Hell, some had tried to cop a feel, but he never allowed himself to go there. Did he enjoy being the hottest boy around? Obviously. It came with a lot of perks. Any of these men would die to be his first, and yet, he still wouldn’t give it up. Well, not fully anyways. He had his fun by teasing and flirting back. It was sort of a game to him. He knew how to captivate a room, and he knew it pissed his father off. Almost as if he was jealous of the attention his own son got.

He had been out with a couple of friends from his school most of the night. So, he assumed his father was on some business call or gone to bed. Little did he know that the patriarch of this family was waiting in the dark to attack. As his finger slipped onto the switch, he was a bit startled. “Dad what are you-” His words cut off as the beefy, burly man began speaking. This was a different tone than he’d heard before. It felt as if his father had been possessed or something. “What are you talking about?!” The young man called out as he tossed his keys and phone onto a table by the door. “Is everything okay?” 

That was when he saw the man’s eyes narrow as he came closer. He swallowed hard as he listened to the harsh words being flung at him. “It’s not my fault I have good genes and inherited good looks you know!?”  Something in his gut told him he was in a dangerous spot, but he sort of froze there as he heard the tilt in his father’s tone. “I’ve never done anything with your work pals!” He shouted in defense. He felt that large hand grab onto his shirt and practically toss him like a toy onto the bed. “Dad, what are you doing?! What’s gotten into you?!” As scared as he was, he felt himself getting aroused a bit. He had never thought something like this could make him feel this way. His hands gripped onto the sheets as he watched the much taller, stronger man loom over him. 

His eyes went wide as he watched his father free his cock with such ease. It was massive, hefty even. “Dad, please! I-I haven’t done anything!” He cried out as he noticed him getting harder and larger as he declared his ownership. An outline from his own bulge formed at the front of his jeans as he trembled on the bed. The virgin son was in danger.

This was it. This was the last straw. Alexander was so tired of hearing his colleagues - men his age - lusting after his son, that he actually felt his fist clench along with his jaw as he listened to the latest dirty joke that held his boy as the punchline. Sure, maybe it was just scotch talk - most rich bastards were known to say the most heinous things once they had a Cuban cigar and an Irish whiskey, but this wasn't the first time. It was even in the first ten times that he'd come across someone lusting after his only son, the heir to his million-dollar company and his historic legacy as one of the most powerful and influential businessmen in America. One thing that made him so powerful and influential was the air of pure confidence and dominance that he exuded when he walked into a room; and home was no different. He ruled with an iron fist though it was also clear that he held one soft spot in his heart and that belonged to his son. But that part of his heart had hardened a little now as he waited in his lavish mansion, sitting in a dark bedroom that wasn't his own until the door opened, the lights turned on and their eyes met. "I've taken care of you, haven't I?" he asked, his voice low as it always was, deep and resonating from the center of his chest, "Given you the best of everything; schools, clothes, vacations, homes ..." he continued, smoothing down the front of the suit he wore which was worth more than what some people made in a month, "So tell me why is it that I seem to be the one that never gets to enjoy you as much as everyone else?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he slowly stood up, "It seems like every week I run into somebody telling me what a handsome, beautiful boy I have - practically drooling over the very thought of you. Is that all you are? All you've become? Your looks?" he scoffed, "A toy for men with half my accomplishments, a fraction of my money or sniveling, barely out of school ingrates with fumbling hands and no direction," his voice had a graveled, dangerous edge it. "All of them, pathetic and throbbing over you- like you're some cheap delight for them to enjoy whenever," his lips curled, "You're mine!" he suddenly bellowed, "I made you! I wanted an heir and I created one, a perfect boy to inherit my genetics, my wealth and my talents," he growled, as he took the much smaller boy by his shirt and all but tossed him onto the bed, "I was going to make you in my image, but I see I've made you into nothing but a whore," he reached down, unbuttoning his blazer and then lowering his hands further and loudly unzipping his pants, "Well, if that's the case then so be it- but I'll be damned if I let other, lower men enjoy my hard work. If you want to be a slut, then I'll treat you like a slut from now on and take what's rightfully mine," he spoke as he eased his cock free from his trousers, the hefty, massive member protruding forward and standing already at half mast and growing harder and larger by the second, "You're Daddy's slut now and nobody else's."

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No need to fuss or fight it. Nick had never found someone he had instantly had this much of an attraction to. Not even Charlie had ever gotten him like this. Something about that alpha male, super ego that Blake had drew him in. A part of him felt butterflies when his tall, dark and handsome lover came around, and on the other hand? His hole would just quiver at the sight of him. Almost like his body instinctively knew that it's owner would be in it soon enough.

As he turned and stared for a moment, he saw the gentle gesture given to him with just that pat. Those big hands wrapping around his pale waist had him feeling safe. This whole thing had him wanting Blake more and more. His hazel eyes looked dazed in the lust as he began his journey. Blushing, he spoke. "Where did I find such a king with a big cock and insatiable sex drive?" His sentence fell as he began to moan. The man could have easily forced it inside of him, but he quite enjoyed the allowance of putting them back together.

Whimpers and cries pleaded from his lips as he slid further and further down his massive length. His chest heaved up and down rapidly as he took in the sensation of his nipple being toyed with. He didn't care who saw or watched. All he cared for was being there with Blake. Intertwined in a lustful, sinful way. "It feels so good daddy!" He hollered out. "So big and thick, just forcing me open..." He cried out as he had fully put himself to the base. "Fuck yes!" His hand slipped up and wrapped around the back of his lover's head. Fingers clutching into his dark locks as he slowly moved.

His own cock leaking pre-cum wildly against his frat brother, his king, as he began to enjoy himself.

Blake's massive ego radiated from him as he watched his pledge immediately follow his orders; no questions and no fuss. He knew there wouldn't be but he still couldn't help the fire it sparked inside of him to dominate the red-haired pretty boy, especially in full view of anyone in the house who happened to walk by. He patted his lap gently when the other turned around and could see him, another encouraging gesture for the younger male to take his place and his hands immediately greeted the other's body by holding his waist once he was within reach.

This had to be one of Blake's favorite positions - a perfect full view of his lover with all of him close to touch and taste. "Where did I find such a horny little cum bucket, huh?" he smirked up at the other, letting him have a semblance of control by letting him reconnect them, moaning softly in approval as the other did exactly that, "Nice and slow, good boy-" he hummed, leaning in and letting his lips capture one of Nick's nipples, tasting the feint sweat and that unique smell and taste that was just Nick.

The frat brother that Blake had been talking to understood that their conversation was over; there was a specific look that Blake got in his eye when he was focused on something and right now that something was the beautiful boy in his lap that he had been completely degrading up to this point. Others walked by, most of which were jealous of either Blake or Nick or both. "Tell Daddy how good it feels," Blake asked, moving over to the opposite nipple, "I know you've been waiting for this all day, my little cock-hungry slut ..."