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PABLO SCHREIBER HALO (1.03)

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Steve Carell on The Four Seasons (2025)

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Will Sharpe as Felix Remen TOO MUCH (2025–)

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Sinqua Walls & Jack Harlow as Kamal & Jeremy White Men Can’t Jump (2023) | dir. Calmatic

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OLIVER STARK as EVAN 'BUCK' BUCKLEY 9-1-1 - S07 E01 · Abandon Ships

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SINQUA WALLS Resort to Love (2021)

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He let him go with a last kiss, eyes following his movements. Suspicion wasn't something easily shaken, and he kept a careful eye everywhere. The gas station, the road, even his Theo. Something was not right, but perhaps... he hoped, that was simply the anxiety of it all.

Either way, he could not have risked leaving Theo there, be it cops or the man who warned him... sooner or later something would break and he was not going to risk it.

He needed time, and he got it.

Walking into the store he bought a couple of beers, some snacks, anything they might need for the road, keeping a careful eye out. Food though, he'd have to stop somewhere else, Theo deserved better than some shitty roadside excuse for a meal.

"All done?" He asks, welcoming him back with a kiss to his cheek. Something he could afford, out here. "Come on, let's get you somewhere worthy of you." He teases, mouth pressing against his cheek, the corner of his lips. A gentle kiss as he leads him towards the car. He stops himself before he can start making out right where they stand. One look towards the bathroom, wondering. Then he looks away, opening the door for him. Ready to take the road once more.

Relieved when Valentin agreed, Theo nodded his head with a small smile. "Obrigado meu amor. I could definitely go some food, yeah. Whatever you feel like, I trust your judgement." He needed to be careful about how he did this, needed to ensure that he drew no attention to himself to avoid Valentin suspecting anything, or even just a bystander to get curious. Once the car stopped, he unbuckled and opened up his door, walking beside his partner as they approached the station. He had to keep his wits about him, making a note of everything that he saw in case it might come in handy along the way. It was one thing he had learned over the years, even the smallest thing could make the world of difference.

He pushed open the door to the service station, holding it open for Valentin to join him before he made a move towards the restroom at the back. Once inside, he locked the door and let out a long sigh, back resting against the wall as he took a moment to himself. Everything was becoming a little unraveled, he just needed to keep it together, all he could do was hope it would cool down with their time away.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out part of the cell phone he had destroyed. Toying with the small device in his hands, he took a few slow, deep breaths as he calmed himself before tossing it in the bottom of the trash can. He then wrapped the sim card in some toilet paper and tossed it into the bowl before quickly using the facilities. A simple flush saw the sim card disappear, and he wasted no more time before moving back out into the main building to find Valentin.

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Juan Carlos could have anything he wanted, virtually anyone he wanted too. It was sometimes a mystery why he was so fixated on this man, perhaps because he refused him, or perhaps because he was on pair. Because he truly did believe they could rule the world if they wanted.

Not for the first time he wondered if Henrique would accept marrying him. A contract, like any other, except much more intimate. He'd enjoy that, the claim, the connection. Perhaps, once they were alone, away from this place.

He smirked, letting him turn the tables and press him against the wall. Such a handsome man. His body reacts, like a teenager with a crush. "Are you sure?" He questions, hands finding his body, caressing him. Pulling him closer. "I am usually on top, darling."

He wasn't ashamed to be hard, at least not too much. He let a hand feel up his friend's ass, pressed flushed together so he can feel all of him. "You do have a way of getting your way with me..." He presses the button to stop the elevator, taking that same hand to caress his beautiful face, the other on his body. Did he have to be perfect? "You can stay on top, 's long as you give me what I want."

"Why am I not surprised?" Henrique raised an eyebrow as they exited into the hallway, knowing that he was truly playing with fire here. Still, he enjoyed the thrill that came with doing something so unprofessional, despite being such the opposite in his day-to-day life. There was a silence that fell between them as they awaited the elevator, his eyes watching the light as it moved towards their floor number, and once the doors opened, he stepped in without hesitancy. What came next should not have surprised him, and yet he still found himself caught off guard when he felt his back pressed against the wall, Juan Carlos' face just mere centimeters from his own, the scent of his cologne filling his nostrils. This was dangerous, but Henrique knew that he could handle it.

So he pushed back, shoving the other man in turn until he had him trapped between Henrique's body and the opposite wall, a smirk growing on his lips. "Or perhaps this is where you belong, meu amigo ousado... If you play this game with me, we both know it won't be you who comes out on top..."

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Trent laughed, he was sure he could be heard even through the walls. The frat brothers from his time already knew this of them of course but now the new ones would too. Tate was his and only his. "yes you do." he whispered against his lips, pulling the bottom one between his teeth, thrusting hard into his body. carving a place for himself inside him once more, "keep saying it, keep going, be a good pledge for me brother." He whispered, feeling powerful, feeling on top of the world. Their eyes never left each others, the gravity of the situation dawning on them, washing over their bodies as he claimed him, body, mind and soul for himself. He gifted him with a kiss, deep and passionate, swapping spit and promises, declarations of love unheard of before. "You're mine," he whispered, pulling his hair, thrusting deep, "always been mine," he gasped, feeling himself near the edge, thrusting hard into him, "fucking love you pledge. That what you want isn't it." He rambles, face twisted in ecstasy. "You got it, you got me. Take it." He kisses him again, this time while he floods Tate with his cum. He hopes he realizes things will be different now, Trent has never liked being far from his toys. And he's never ever been good at sharing.

Between how good it felt to just be around Trent again and to get fucked like he's been craving, Tate can't help but be blind to do exactly as he's told. "I love you so much," he whined groaning in delight as he clung to the older man. With each thrust Tate heard himself groaning in delight as his brain emptied of all thoughts. The only thing he could really focus on was the sound of Trent's voice. "I love you, I love you so fucking much Trent." Tate cried out burying his face into the other man's neck to consume all of him. There was such a need in his voice that Tate couldn't control if he tried. When their eyes met he felt his breath leave him as he fully realized how much he had missed and craved this man. "I missed you and I love you Trent," he begged holding Trent's face in his hands before kissing him again.

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He watched in delight, tongue between his teeth as father spit into son's mouth. Desire coiling thick around them, as did a sense of shame, of repression. Fighting so hard within himself when it was clear how much they all enjoyed this. And if they didn't... well, that would be changed by the end of the night. Corrupting his obedient little offering, his virgin bride and his lustful father would not be a hard task, not for him.

"Good?" He muttered, looking from one to the other while his hand groped and stroked Castor's cock. He knew very well how the man had enjoyed it, but he laughed at the boy's response. At the desire, at the open admission.

"What a little slut you are, my boy." He whispered, pleased, into the delicate skin of his neck, pressing kisses and bites as he fed him one of his thick fingers into his ass as a reward. "There you go," He moaned, gently spreading him open for himself. Untouched, but no longer. "So hungry, so needy. How desperate are you to finally have this little hole filled? It's been neglected for so long..."

He sighed as Castor pulled away, dark eyes turning to him. Annoyed at the interruption as his son finally got what he so badly wanted. "No." He said, hard and final, but he could hardly hide his pleasure, his arousal at the father's conflict. He wanted to devour him too.

"You can join, or you can watch, and help with every step of the way," He whispered darkly, leading Andrew towards his father, "You can hold him as I spread him open and taste him, as I slide into you. Feel my cock," He reached for the man's hand, leading it to his own cock if he didn't pull away, "against you as I shove it into your precious boy and show him what he was born for. Growing harder in your pants until you wet yourself."

A cruel chuckle. "We both know either way you'll jerk off to this memory for the rest of your life. The question is will you do it like an ashamed and pathetic pup cumming into your fist, or are you going to be a good boy for me an give in to what you really want?" He pulled his finger out of Andrew's hole, caressing Castor's face with it. Letting him smell his son, then, letting it linger against his lips. Not pushing in, letting him make the choice with a wide, almost cruel smirk as he guided the boy to his knees in front of them.

When it was announced to him that Andrew would be one of the sacrifices when the time came, Castor felt his world breaking down. No father in that village wanted this destiny for their sons. And yet, year after year, one was picked for that shameful and disgraceful sacrifice. Castor had known other dads, but none had spoken about their experience. What he knew was just what the Eldes had told him. Prepare your boy. Before and for the night itself.

And Castor obediently did.

But Ferdinand seemed to want more. He felt the pull on his hips and he was brought so close he could feel his son's warmth. He looked at him for a brief second and saw his face twisted in shame and lust. The lines of those fingers in his throat. The way he sighed as that bad man touched his ass. He looked away immediately just to feel a grip on his cock. Ferdinand knew him deeply. His cock was throbbing already. He looked at the older man with blushing cheeks.

And then Castor sniffed the fingers and opened his mouth. When the order came, he tried to resist it in silence, looking at Ferdinand almost begging for him to be freed, to be let go. He shouldn't participate. This was obscene. But the man's face told him of infinite pleasures. He turned to face his boy. He had his lips opened, obediently waiting. He had taught his whole life to be obedient. That was what he was going to be now. He looked at him and collect the spit in his mouth. And then he did it. He spit right there over his tongue.

For most of his life, there was no way of knowing what he should expect for this night. He knew he would be fucked and used. He knew he might even disappear after it, if the stranger took a liking to him. But he didn't know what the stranger looked like. And because his dad was constantly over him, he started to imagine and hope that the man would look like his father. So being there, looking at him, Andrew could not have hoped for a better outcome. Still, how bad was he for wishing that? He looked at his dad who could not look at him. And then he swallowed his dad's spit. It all happened so fast.

He turned to look at Ferdinand. His hole twitching against the poking digit. He moaned, his face wet, his vision blurred. He could barely hold himself together. He felt like he was falling into pieces in the presence of those two men. "Daddy." He moaned, his lower back arching so he could push his ass against that finger.

And then he looked back at Castor. His dad's face was twisted by his own desires too. He looked so ashamed of what he did. Andrew wanted to reach out to him. "It's okay, daddy." he moaned the word to the other man. "I liked it." He whispered softly.

"No." Castor shook his head, moving back, trying to get rid of the grip on his hard cock. "No." He stepped away, the shock of what he did breaking him apart. He could feel his eyes wet. He wanted to run from there. "This is not part of- We cannot- Please, you already have him." He felt his legs weak so he had to fall back on the couch, hiding his face in his hands. He could not protect his own boy. He was a failure. And a pervert too. "Do it as you must, but please leave me out." The thing that hurt him the most was how horny he felt and the words that came out were only because of a sense of moral that made little sense to him.

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Aleksi was almost ashamed to admit how happy this made him, being on his knees, with Chuck's thick cock against his lips. His taste lingering in his mouth like the most delicious treat. Moaning as he, all too aware of his size, of how he'd feel every inch of him as he pressed inside his hole. Stretching it, maybe even further than Kasim. He'd be nervous if he weren't so excited. "Please..." He whimpered, taking every cock slap eagerly, eyes clouded in that way they got when he was particularly hungry for dick. Spit and precum stained his face, reddened by the hefty cock being slapped against it, covering so much with its size. He couldn't even stop trying to sneak licks, the sound of the camera, inches away from his face just made him look to the lens, captured forever in his need.

"You could have been inside me," He admitted as it slowed, "That first night, every time you came over after. Wouldn't be able to say no."

"Glad it's happening like this though. Today." He smiles, presenting his face for more slaps, before he is stopped and that big thick head is pressed against his tongue. Pushed in none too gently. He moaned, attempting a nod before he gave up, eyes closed as it all washed over him. Taking that big cock right before he walked down the aisle. It felt so good, so dirty, knowing he was supposed to give him a good time, to worship him in the same way he did his husband. That it was what Kasim wanted.

Hearing that voice, that tone, calling him 'babe', telling him to open up, he'd have done anything. Taken anything, just to hear him say it again. His eyes opened, meeting Chuck's as he relaxed his jaw, hands moving towards his ass, pushing him in. Gagging as he pressed against his throat and pushing past the discomfort to please him. He swallowed him down eagerly, greedily, but not without effort. Breathless, with tears dripping down his eyes he felt his nose press against his navel. Face mashed against his groin, surely he'd smell of him later. Carry his musk for the rest of the night.

The thought, along with the feeling of pushing past his limits, of taking him down his throat and giving up air for it had him trembling, thighs shaking as he humped the air. Chasing friction where there was none. Showing Chuck a side of himself he knew his fiance talked about.

He didn't pull away, the hand on his hair telling him it was the right call to let him decide when he had enough. When it was fine to go back for air instead of taking his cock. His hands groped and kneaded Chuck's ass, lost in the moment of existing only to please him. Of satisfying him before his own wedding.

Maybe then Chuck would let him do it again. Would follow them once they left and let him have another go at his cock. Would visit their home not just to spend time with Kasim but to feed Aleksi cock. The thought made him moan happily around the shaft buried in his throat.

Chuck had heard about how slutty Aleksi was. He would never have guessed just by talking to him. But Kasim had given him some very spicy details, sharing also the fact that his soon-to-be husband was also devoted to cock, completely. When facing one, he had little desire for anything else than worshiping it. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he understood what Kasim had meant. Down on his knees, Aleksi seemed almost hypnotized by his girth. He kissed it with attention and then he sniffed it with unadultered wanting.

Chuck appreciated it. He could easily recognize a good fuck and there was one right there on his knees. He was not even sad this one was marrying Kasim. He was happy for the other, that was for sure. "Well, he just wants you to be happy." Chuck said with a devious smile. "And I have always wanted to be inside you. So you shouldn't really be thanking me for anything." He let out a soft, satisfied sigh. "If anything, the pleasure is all mine."

He grabbed the base of his hardening cock. The way it laid on top of that face, almost covering half of it, showed how big Chuck was. "This will all go inside you." He warned before starting to slap it over that pretty guy. Aleksi stayed, and the sound of his cock slapping his cheeks filled the room. The photographer got pretty close then, aiming the camera to that face as hit after hit left strands of precum that came out of his tip.

"Open up, come on." He said as he stopped hitting him, giving one small step back so he could aim that tip towards the tongue and then push it inside that mouth. "That's a good boy, taking a big cock before your wedding. Come now, don't disappoint me. Kasim wanted you to give me a good time." His hand moved over the other's hair, caressing it as his cock moved deeper into that throat. "Open yourself up for me, babe."

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Aleksi swallowed him down eagerly, lapping up the praise as he gave him the best blowjob he could. Not hard, after all, Sebastian and Dorian had taught him much of what he knew. Taking him down to the root, he did his best to not gag or choke, displaying his ass as he held himself there, cock down his throat.

He only let go and opened his eyes once he saw Dorian approach, his ears picking up on his gravely voice, dishing out orders. His cock throbbed seeing them interact like that. He wondered if Sebastian would be an obedient boy for daddy, or if they were going to be punished tonight. As he lapped at his cock, he reached towards Dorian's pants, grabbing hold of his bulge and kneading it on his fingers. Why take one when both of them were right there? And besides, it might earn him some nice punishment if that was the mood they were going for.

Sebastian always did make him naughtier.

There were a series of emotions flowing through Sebastian as the younger man stayed on his knees. His eyes flicked between Aleski's eyes and the eyes of others around the room watching them. Sebastian sighed deeply as his fingers pushed into the other's dark hair, even lifting his hips just a bit to gag him. "You are an excellent cocksucker my boy," Sebastian smirked enjoying the view. "There we go, good boy take all of it like the little slut you are for me." He breathed eyes flicking up as he knew Dorian would be watching in silent judgement.

At the same time Dorian watched the spectacle, rolling his eyes at how eager both of them were to indulge in each other. The older man was already considering the ways he would make sure both of them learned there were consequences for such behavior. Although he has done the same himself, it was different with Aleski being their shared lover. Dorian wasn't in the mood to fuck with an audience tonight. After downing the rest of his drink he went over to the both of them. He had no intention to stop or interrupt, but he did lean down to whisper into Sebastian's ear. "Make sure you come very hard boy, I might not let you do it again tonight. And you'll be returning the favor of sucking his cock while I fuck you. Understood?"

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the idea of another man, even back in highschool, having done this to the sheriff brings out some conflicting feelings in jacob. on one hand, he is glad the sheriff is not opposed to men taking care of him, on the other hand part of him feels jealous that he's not the only one. he knows, or at least hopes he can be the best but he also starts to realize he wants to be the one doing this... not just once but whenever the sheriff allows him.

"lucky guy." he whispers. "not as lucky as me though." he adds, with a kiss to the sheriff's cock, making sure he sees his devotion to it, to him. later he might need to ask him about that guy, about others, to hear the stories his father likely already knows and maybe the ones charlie wouldn't tell even him too.

he meets the sheriff's eyes, sees his own desire reflected there. suckling on his cock as he says those words and jacob... is he, offering up his hole for the man to fuck? he's never done that. never had anything but a cautious, curious finger or two up there. truthfully hadn't considered that, not until the sheriff. he seems to want it, and even if jacob didn't feel the growing need to find out what it feels like, to have the cock he now can't get enough of inside of him, it would be reason enough to let the man do it. to please the man in any and every way he can. "and what if i do?" he asks, another kiss to his cock, "will you fuck me, sheriff?" his hole suddenly feels very empty. like it too needs the sheriff. it feels right, the idea of being fucked by him, of not leaving without a load deep inside and knowing he kept the man well fed and satisfied. he wonders if the man now thinks he came here for this, to get fucked by him, to take his cock.

maybe he has.

as he takes off his shirt and reveals his body, jacob groans, hands roaming freely over muscle and soft flesh, over hair that he wonders what might feel like rubbing against his face. had he been able to part with his cock he might have tried that, but instead he kept swallowing greedily as he enjoyed the feeling and sight of the shirtless sheriff. "you're so fucking sexy, sir." he whispers softly against his shaft, tongue sneaking down to lick his balls, the hands on his hair grounding him, even as he wonders how he looks like, how eager he is coming across. how he is trying his best to keep cool the desire growing in him but unable to help the greed for the man and his body.

he waits, open mouthed. cock hard, but forgotten as he watches the sheriff swirl the beer on his mouth before he leans forward, spitting it directly into his mouth. jacob's eyes fall closed, and he moans, torn between swallowing greedily and savoring it in his mouth. drops drips from his lips as he gulps it down, mouth opening again as if asking for more. eyes, dark and hooded on the sheriff's, pleading. uncaring if he looked like a slut, drunk on his cock, offering himself up for his father's friend. he needed charlie.

"sheriff." he whispered, the praise washing over him, tongue peeking out to lick at his lips, "just for you." he admitted, moving so that they were close enough to share in each other's breath. "tastes better, from your mouth." he admits, nuzzling in until, eyes drifting from sheriff's eyes, to his lips framed by the mustache he now wonders how it might feel against his own lips. "i think, you taste even better." he leans in, presses his lips against his chin, feels the rasp of facial hair. respect and submission keep him from stealing a kiss, from taking his lips, and running his tongue across them. it should be the sheriff to take that step, to allow or deny him. "please." he whispers.

after, jacob grins, thrilled at giving him something he hasn't been given. something that, like all the rest he can't imagine not giving a man like him. especially when he jumps at the chance to do it. jacob is glad for the distraction of him reaching for something, looking away as he tries to clear his head, only to have it ruined by the authority on the sheriff's voice. as if he would try to get away, then again, not being able to does sound hot. especially when the sheriff seems to realize the power he holds.

he looks even sexier sitting down after cuffing his hands behind his back, hard, eager, ready to take what's his. it takes a second, but then the hand is back on his hair. grounding him, guiding him. making him pant right before he is pushed, with none of the gentleness from earlier right down onto his cock. hips meeting his face as the cock is pushed right back into his throat, no choice but to take it.

it's too much, and yet all he can do is moan in agreement, tears collecting in his eyes, spit coating the shaft, dripping slowly as he is made to take him, throat welcoming the sheriff like he belongs there even as he holds back some gagging. he can tell by the pulsing of his cock, by the tensing of his thighs, the sounds he makes how much the sheriff enjoys this, how much he needed this. he breathes through his nose when he can, content to be used for his pleasure, to be pushed down his cock and bury his face in his crotch for as long as he wished before being pulled back at his whim.

when he's let go, he coughs and splutters, mouth covered in saliva, but not more than the sheriff's cock, glistening, dripping down to the balls.

jacob looks up at charlie, mouth open, panting as he breathes in. flushed and well fucked, if he didn't look like a slut before... eyes still locked on the older man's, he bends down, pressing kisses and licks against his shaft, hands clenching uselessly behind his back as he licks and sucks on the sheriff's cock at his own pace, for now. "good?" he asks, voice hoarse, feeling the pleasant memory of the sheriff in the back of his throat. "gonna do that to my ass too, sheriff?" he does his best to push it up from where he's kneeling, back of his shorts riding up enough to give a nice glimpse of his crack below his cuffed hands as he licks the tip of charlie's cock.

throughout the conversation with jacob, charlie feels more and more comfortable. it's not that he's ever hidden anything from the younger man. there just hasn't been a reason to bond like they're doing right now. although with the other on his knees, cock in his mouth, he's just about done enough to earn some extra raunchy details.

so charlie admits to something that not many had known. mainly just billy now that he thinks about it. “lucky ladies and one lucky guy. although that was all the way back in high school.” a messy blowjob in the locker room. 

now he's transported to that moment that was always a distant memory for him. he feels like a high schooler again, rushing to get off with anyone that's around and willing. one thing about jake, he has that guy from high school beat. where did he learn to suck cock like that?

it's not a question that he's going to ask. not because the sheriff doesn't care about what he's been getting up to on his spare time, but because it doesn't matter. the only thing important right now is what they're doing with one another. “careful, son. keep talking like that and i'm gonna start thinking that you want to offer up your hole too for me to fuck.” as he thinks about it and says those words, his own cock seems to throb a little bit. almost like the thought excites him. charlie at some point is going to have to find some self control. the willpower to not take this too far and just see it as an opportunity to get off before bella comes back home or billy calls looking for his son. is he to blame now that he can't stop thinking about how tight jake's ass is though?

his body isn't the most toned out of all of the men in forks. especially compared to people from la push, it probably pales in comparison. still, he's in decently good shape. has to be to keep on being the sheriff. although it's not like he's constantly chasing criminals down to arrest them. as he lets the hands wander, he decides to lift himself up from the chair a little bit. long enough to peel off his own shirt. as he tosses it down on the ground next to him, he's relaxing back onto the seat. now his torso is fully on display for jacob. 

quickly, his hand goes to rest on the man's head again. it's almost like he doesn't want to lose contact with jake. a part of him thinks that it's silly. clearly, there's no more closer than he can get right now with his shaft shoved into the man's mouth. still, he needs to keep on touching him.

thankfully he was focused on the food when he first sat down and managed to take it all down. because now, as he looks down at jacob and feels the man getting him off, he knows that he wouldn't have been able to focus on anything else. this is both the sloppiest, but best, blowjob that he's ever gotten before. man or woman it didn't care. hell, most women didn't even bother going down on him.

he shifts in his seat, but not a single sign leading the conclusion that he's uncomfortable. if anything, he just hasn't felt this amount of pleasure in a long time. if ever. his toes begin to curl in his boots and he can't help but wonder how much more he has in him. he doesn't want this to end, definitely doesn't want to cum too soon, so he's trying his best to focus on anything else aside from orgasming. to hold out so that the younger man can continue to enjoy himself.

that's why he needs to take the break to feed him. to take the beer into his mouth, swirling it around a bit, and then lean forward to spit the contents into jacob's mouth. it's an act that in any other scenario would have been unthinkable. then again, even letting the man drink some of his beer earlier feels like it was crossing some form of line. what charlie has to realize, at least in that moment, is that all of those invisible lines he's drawn in between him and his friend's son are gone. he's not billy's son or bella's best friend in that moment. he's just jacob, the cock hungry slut on his knees ready to worship him completely. so he's going to need to keep on finding ways to reward him from it. something more than just feeding him beer, even if it's from his own mouth.

"didn't know you were this much of a good boy." a complete juxtaposition to the fact that he was calling him nasty moments ago. this time, he's actually singing his praises. wants him to know that he's doing a good job. no one would be able to make him feel that good and he wants to make him know that. if anyone else wants to get a taste of him then they're going to have to prove that they're just as good as the man on his knees.

something seems to stir within the other man when he's asked if he's going to fuck jacob's face. the answer seems obvious. of course he wants to. “i've never done it before.” admitting to that doesn't seem wrong. it's clear that he's experienced, but mainly when it comes to someone else's pleasure. something twists within him though and he moves down to grab something from his sheriff's belt. he pulls out a pair of handcuffs and dangles them in front of the younger man's face. “but if i'm going to do it, then we're going to do this right. put your hands behind your back. we're not going to chance it with you slapping my hands away or pulling yourself away from my cock.” if jake follows his instructions, then charlie leans back and connects both of his wrists with the cuffs. a swift motion that has him sitting back up in no time. 

he strokes himself for a couple of seconds as he looks down at him, just staring at how beautiful he looks on his knees after sucking him off. “now, where were we?” even if he doesn't want to be cuffed, that's fine too. either way, the sheriff finds his hands to rest behind his head again.

then he brings his mouth back over to his length. one would assume that he'd be respectful about it, like everything else in his life. yet a carnal desire rips through charlie and he throws ll caution to the wind. he immediately pushes jacob's head down so that he can shove his shaft down the man's throat. at the same time, he's jutting his hips up to further push himself inside. “be a good boy and breathe in through your nose for me.” he doesn't know if the younger man can hold his breath, but he's about to find out. charlie starts to meet himself halfway. his hips doing part of the work and his hands pushing jacob down the rest of the way. he doesn't stop until he can feel that spit drooling down to his balls, which are pulsing with pleasure too. then, when he feels his length fully plug jake's mouth and throat, he holds himself there for a couple of seconds. finally, charlie sits back on the chair and lets him go, giving him a moment to catch his breathing.

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It was true then, and endlessly annoying. Even the little annoying petname didn't dissuade him of it, maybe that massive hog was worth being called princess, not that he'd ever admit to it. Any of it. "You'd like that, wouldn't you." He grabbed his hair, pushing his face away even as he leaned down.

"Jesus you're so desperate, any hole will do huh?" He snorted, tempted to bite him for this, instead he did what he was told and shut him up with a hungry kiss. Pissed off even as he shoved his tongue into his mouth, ass pushed back into his hands, fingers pulling at his hair.

"You do need to be put in your place, too bad it looks like you enjoy it so bad." He sneered, even as he pulled back to undo his pants, holding him down with a hand as he slid out of it. Baring his ass for him and whoever wandered into the room if the place was not, hopefully, empty.

"If you want me to sit on it you'll need to get me wet first." That was the only warning he got before Leonard leaned in to sit on his face, balls falling over his nose, cock resting on his forehead. "Shit, I may have found the perfect way of dealing with you. Much better company like this." He whispered, looking down, "much prettier too." His eyes though, were drawn back to the fat hard hog in his pants, making him clench in anticipation. He knew he'd feel it for days.

"It's because I'm insufferable but also have a massive fucking hog, princess." He cooed, running his hands down to Leonard's hips before sneaking back to his ass and hungrily squeezing and parting the cheeks as much as he could with it clothed. "You can always shove your tongue into my mouth to shut me up for short bursts."

"Yeah? You wanna leave and let me fuck Tommy Johnson? If you don't wanna ride it, I know someone else will. Just hop on off and walk out if you don't wanna be riding it. Just know, once you're naked in my bed, there's no getting out til I've had my fill." He hummed. "So...make your choice. Gonna make me call a backup or are you gonna really put me where I belong and ride me for all I'm worth?"

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"Oh really?" He asked, a grin on his lips. "Where's the caution? The self-preservation?" He questioned, pulling him in for another kiss before he drove back into the road.

"I could take you anywhere." He continued, "Maybe even out of the country..." the idea amused him as much as it tempted. "What would you do then? Far from home, only me for company... and all the filthy things I will do to pay you back."

Usually, he liked having the radio on when he drove but this time he was far more entertained looking at Damien, teasing him. Making such fantasies come to life in the car. Anything but the cold reality of what he almost did, of what he might still have to do.

"Oh I will be sure to hold you accountable for that one handsome." Damien grinned letting out a surprised laugh at his affection. There was something about being so free with him that just made Damien's heart happy. "What a gentleman," he teased making sure to sneak another kiss before he walked away. He didn't pay the cashier any mind as he grabbed their bags. Even offering the stranger a kind smile simply because he was far too happy right now to think about anything else.

For a period of time he would be in his own version of paradise. Which meant having the full attention of the man he loved. The moment he got back in the car he reached over pulling him in for another kiss, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity while he had it. "Ready for the road, I'm ready to go wherever you lead."

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Dick licked his lips, the taste of Ezra's lips and his friends cock lingering as he watched eagerly the way he gave himself to it. Taking his cock just like he had taken Dick's, a good whore indeed, and one he might need to use more often.

Reece looked down, to his eyes, then up towards Dick's and the man kneeling behind Ezra, shoving his fingers all too easily into his hole. Filthy wet sounds following.

The eyes on him were the real draw though, pulling him in as he took him down to the root like no one had ever done so easily. Certainly not any of his girls. "Fuck." He moaned, hips pushing even when there was nothing else to give him and tears ran down the older man's face.

He felt like the man was trying to take him apart with that look, instead of simply taking his cock, a breathless gasp as he pulled back, only for Dick to shove him down again. Reece shook his head, cock throbbing in the air between them as Ezra spoke, "No..." he almost let out a sir, holding back only by the strong presence of Dick at his side, he was such a perfect picture of his father-in-law. He couldn't resist pushing him down to lick at his balls, dripping precum into his face as he fantasized about putting the old man in his place. Even if he still carried a strange deference to him, even to the man now on his knees for him.

"That's it," Dick whispered, eyes on the scene below, "use him, buddy. That's what he's here for." His hand caressed his friends back, going lower and lower until he slipped it under his pants, gripping his ass while his fingers teased at his crack. "You know you want it, Reece boy." He nipped at his neck as he said so.

Behind Ezra, Roscoe watched, frown on his face at the pair above, but thoughts distracted by the wet filthy noise of his fingers inside Ezra as the man fucked himself on them. He slapped his ass again, forgetting his wife, his children, and even how close he'd gotten to being in the man's place before he arrived. Without another word, and a single look into the boys' eyes he pulled out his cock from his pants and knelt behind Ezra, pushing in with as much ease as his fingers had. "Jesus..." He loved the feeling of warm cum on his cock, fucking an used hole was not something he did much. And this was... certainly beyond what he usually did but the debauchery called for him and he could not help but thrusting in harshly as Reece slapped the man's face with his cock. Shoving it inside his mouth a second later, a mere moment of hesitation before he fucked his face in the pace Roscoe was taking his ass.

Ezra was down hard for that one. He could almost leave the other two, but he knew this wouldn't suit anyone. He could feel Dick liked the attention, he liked to feel as if he was the one guiding the orchestra, playing the bottom like music. Ezra gave himself to that. He let that fat cock fuck his throat, so deep he could barely breathe. His cheeks turned red, water ran from his eyes as he let that cock full of slob and saliva. He growled when he was pulled away, but he drank that spit as if it was some sacred wine the old ones had offered himon his temple. He let it pool over his tongue and when he was swallowing it, he felt Dick's tongue invading his mouth, pushing deep.

He turned to the other one. Reece. He looked at that hard cock with wanting and longing before he moved to take it. He loved how easy it was for him to get fucked in this modern world. This one had something else to him, a hint of a delicious unpacked desire. He looked up as the cock slid into his throat. He let it go deep until his nose was buried into those pubes.

He looked up at those eyes, searching for what the man was thinking. He wanted to know, because he was so tight it was hard to deny there was still more to it. He would need to push things further. His tongue swirled around the girth as his head moved back. He was putting all his attention on the head when he felt a finger inside his hole.

A wet noise followed. The loads he had been holding in made his ass all wet. He let out a soft moan around the girth in his mouth.

And then Ezra started moving to sit on that finger, riding that hand as if it was a cock or a toy someone gave to him. His attention turned back to Reece. "Relax. You're so tense. Do I scare you?" He smiled at the man, his nose pressing against the wet cock. His tongue licked the tip. "Or are you scared by how much you want to use me?" At this he looked at Dick, holding to Reece's cock as he smiled at the bigger man. He watched the other as he took Reece's cock back into his mouth, the tip making a big volume on his cheek as he smiled with his eyes, happy to fulfill his purpose on that room.

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He whimpered, exposed, naked under his gaze. Hole clenching and releasing, cum dripping down, from hole to balls, sliding down towards his shaft, some dripping to the floor. Most delicious torture, to be made to show himself like this, all the evidence of how his body had been made a mere instrument of pleasure for a frustrated man, one that still longed for use.

Azazel's cock was pressed against him, hot and heavy against his ribs while his lips met skin. His words made shivers run through him, soul as naked under him as his body. The pleasure he felt being under that man, taking his rough thrusts and obeying every hissed order, thinking of when he'd come back to Azazel and have it replay in his head, have his voice twisting his thoughts and bring out the familiar, deep, dark satisfaction of being his whore. "Yes." He confessed, feeling Azazel's cock drip precum into his skin, smear it as he kissed his way up. The shame, the denial, the pain, he loved it. Every second of it, he was everything his father had said, as twisted as his demon master. The pain just made it all the better.

A gasp as his hair was pulled harshly, body bending to his will as he whispered, dark and seductive. He shook his head, or tried to, but the words twisted themselves around his brain, made him throb and his heart race. Could it be? Azazel's tongue was hot, distracting, promises of love and pleasure and violence, swallowed down eagerly. As desperate for his touch as Azazel seemed to crave it, chasing that tongue even as Azazel did all these things to him, as he promised violence. He stretched the kiss as long as he could, refusing to part, breathing in his air and sharing his spit. Pulling at his lip like the desperate whore he had made Yun.

"Don't hurt him." He whispered, as fingers sunk into him. Long and deep and with ease, pushing, pressing. All the things his father had done, all the orders and the cruel gazes. They had done little but push him into Azazel's arms, prepared him for the things he'd allow the demon to do to him. The things he craved, deep down.

"Please daddy." He begged, fucking himself back on his fingers.

The images that flooded his mind came straight from the desperation that filled Yun. If Azazel knew of guilty, he might have felt it just then. He fucked that mouth harder, deeper into the throat as the thoughts came within him. Shame. That poor soul felt shame under the gaze of a man he thought disapproved of him. Azazel felt a sudden hate for Yun's father before stopping and letting that head go so the boy could turn around and do as he was told.

He watched as the white thick load started to come out. At first a glimpse of a wetness. Once the hole relaxed more, it flowed with ease. It was not so thick as he expected. It was more like a white liquid that poured from him. "That's my boy. He got so deep into you, didn't he?" Azazel got out of the couch, undoing piece by piece until he too was completely naked and standing above the boy, watching as some of the cum dripped from those balls down to the floor.

"You tell yourself you didn't like it, but I can still feel it in you, you know? The traces of deep pleasure. One that makes you forget about yourself. Does it hurt you how much you love this?" He knelt on the boy's left side, his own hard cock right against his ribs. He leaned in, kissing his back, following the line of the spine up to his neck. He stopped there and moved, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair as his mouth traveled to the boy's ear.

"He doesn't disapprove you. He hates you because you had the courage to be what he could not." Azazel felt an infitiny sort of pleasure to reveal that little secret. "I've seen his heart, Yun. He loves you, but he can't cope with the fact that he is turned on by you." He licked the boy's cheek, tongue going down following his jaw line. "But if you want him dead for all these things he made you feel you just need to tell me? Didn't I promise you I would always take care of you?"

He moved closer so their lips could connect. It was a demon kind of love. Obession in its pure form, a twisted sense of loyalty and a dangerous companion to have. He was everything because he had fallen for Yun like he had fallen eons before, losing his wings to become something of the dark and of desire. His hand left the hair and traveled down that body until he was pushing two fingers into that wet hole. They went in with ease.

"I'm going to breed you until you cry my name, my beautiful beautiful boy."