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Had it been any other voice, chances were Benji wouldnât have succeeded in identifying it after months of separation - but again, Jesse was a special case. His brotherâs voice was the one the boy heard in his dreams, in his fantasies, it was the voice he imagined whispering dirty things into his ear when he tried touching himself, caressing his body in bliss for he couldnât properly access his locked up cock. âI didnât know you were coming!â, Benji whispered, his face lighting up in pure joy as his small body was flipped and he looked into his brotherâs eyes, sweet moans coming over those pink lips as Jesseâs tongue invaded his mouth, such a familiar and greatly missed feeling. âJâŠâ, he whimpered in need, arching his back on the bed as he felt his hands pinned, the older maleâs lips and teeth at his neck making him groan in pleasure. âO-oh⊠Feels so goodâ, he whispered, highly flustered already even by such a - comparatively - innocent touch, his tight pucker twitching around the plug he was wearing, having done so for as much of the time as possible ever since Jesse had last left home.
âNeither did I, but I couldnât be without you all summer.â Jesse admitted as his hands came back towards Benjiâs sweet innocent little face, thumbs rubbed at his rosy cheeks for a minute and then fingers raked through the thick set of blond locks on top of the boys head. âI suspect you want to get these locks off, donât you?â The older brother questioned tapping at Benjiâs chastity, he sat up over his brother for a second as he peeled his tightly fitted grey t-shirt off, a well sculpted body revealed once again and a simple chain that obtained two keys around his neck. The chain was pulled from around his neck and over his head where the older brother could then begin to finally unlock his brother, or so he teased to .Whether he was actually going to do that or not was a whole other story, as much as he loved his brother he enjoyed the control that he had over him and the dominance he asserted as the alpha male of the two. âIf you wanna be unlocked you gotta worship my body head to toe baby boy, Iâm still a little sweaty from the travel back home but that never bothered you did it?â Â
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It wasnât like Benjiâs shyness resulted from a lack of confidence or anything like that. While he wasnât a cocky boy in any way, the young blonde considered his self-esteem to be more or less normal, he simply had a tendency of being a bit introvert. Heâd spend his time reading or losing himself in his own thoughts rather than opening up to others - of course there being one big exception. Jesse had seen sides of him that nobody else would probably ever expect from small, shy Benji. Sides that were clearly hinted at by the boyâs nude frame writhing in need and pleasure on his brotherâs bed, eyes closed as he was deep in his own fantasy. Until, of course, all of a sudden he felt a body on his own, his face pressed into the mattress so he couldnât see whose weight was suddenly on him. âW-WhatâŠâ, he mumbled, his body tensing in shock and embarrassment, and honestly fear for a moment as he had no idea what was going on. Only when he heard the question did his tense body begin to loosen up a bit, the familiar voice calming him down. Was this just wishful thinking, or was it reallyâŠÂ âJ-Jesse?â, he asked carefully, the thought of his brotherâs presence immediately making the boyâs back arch like it was an instinct, trying to cling to the other needily. âI was⊠I missed you⊠I tried to smell youâ, he admitted, blushing in slight embarrassment.
Of course the boy was going to guess correctly when the voice was presented to him, even with the long break of not seeing one another Benji was undoubtedly going to know who was wrestled on top of him. âSurprise.â Jesse revealed flipping his small framed brother around on the bed and placing a huge kiss on his lips. âI missed you too baby.â He admitted rubbing his nose against the others petite one before going back in for a french kiss, wet lips overlapping and layering one another as Jesseâs tongue reached as far to the back of the boys mouth as he could, yearning for the closeness and taste of his sixteen year old brother. Hands slid around the boys waist and up to his shoulders before dragging out his little brothers arms and locking his fingers between his brothers, pinning his hands to the bed as he moved down to the soft exposed neck biting and sucking upon flesh. It started to bring a hickey or two to the surface, and all that Jesse could think was that Benji was gonna need a bit of luck explaining what it was on his neck to their parents. Or there was the latter option of a scarf, in summer though?
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Benji had missed his big brother every day since the older boy had left for college. Jesseâs school was quite a bit away from their small hometown, and that meant way too long periods of time where the small blonde didnât get to see his beloved brother. At age sixteen, one would think Benji to be less dependent on the older boy, but their relationship was⊠special. So special that Benji made use of days like this when his parents werenât home and he had the house all to himself - or so he thought, unaware of Jesseâs arrival. So he had sneaked into his brotherâs old room, taking one of Jesseâs briefs from his drawer and was now writhing naked on the otherâs bed, trying to inhale his lover brotherâs scent, fingers wandering over his own slim body as he moaned his brotherâs name. âJ⊠Jesse⊠MhhhâŠâ, he whimpered with closed eyes, imagining his brother was here. He missed him so goddamn much.
Ears picked up the familiar whimpers which only caused footsteps to gently trail up the stairs, Jesse had noticed that their parents cars were gone so they must of been at work whilst their youngest was cooped at home all alone this summer. It really wasnât the best or most healthy way for a sixteen year old to cave themselves in, but that was just the way Benji was. To most he was a fairly shy introverted boy, but to Jesse he was a little more extroverted in particular areas, though still constantly blushing and stuttering away. The older brother reached his room where his blue eyes seeped through the cracks of the doors only to see his younger brother rolling around in pure ecstasy, a mixture of a smirk and a smile grew on his face before he bashed through the door and jumped on top of his brother, pressing his face into the mattress without saying a word in hopes he would think it was someone else. âWhat are you doing?!â Â
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Summer was finally on the doorstep and so was Benjiâs older brother, not to his knowledge of course. Jesse had no plans on when he was coming back home for the summer and if he was going to at all. The college life almost enticed him enough to stay where he was, though there was one perk to being home and it damn right outshone the rest. His little brother, a boy that was barely legal and one that he utterly loved, there was a forbidden love between the two even a relationship, regardless of Jesse messing around with people at college Benji was the only one for him. So when he stepped through the door he placed his bag silently against the wall before shutting the door ever so quietly, making an effort to scare/surprise his little brother lover.Â
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It didnât go unnoticed by Patrick how his words seemed to stroke the undercover officerâs ego, despite his choice being of course nothing more than an educated guess, mostly based on how massive the manâs dick looked even soft. As the cops stroked themselves, the boy realized though that the difference wasnât much. Basically both scared the hell out of him thinking about getting fucked by either of these men. He didnât respond to the words about his own cock, refraining from making a comment that of course he was soft. Was he supposed to enjoy this? Two corrupt cops abusing him like this? But nonetheless, Patrick found his own body reacting, to his surprise and shame. His cock slowly hardened a bit when the undercover cop sucked his balls and dick, the vibrations getting him aroused despite how unwilling he was.
But while stroking the one officerâs ego mightâve helped the boy in some way, the other one didnât seem happy about losing out on the menâs little contest. Patrick turned his head in fear as the men knelt right besides him, trying to endure the large hand on his chest, the taste of the officerâs spit in his mouth. And even as he felt the older male force his tongue into his mouth, the boy tried not resisting, hoping to maybe get shown some mercy if he complied. He had not even realized he was crying, but at the manâs words he noticed the tears on his skin, his face wet as he was slowly breaking down. âT-Thank youâ, he whispered, thinking that if his anger and big mouth only had made things worse for him, maybe stroking both of the menâs egos would make this torment end.
It seemed that as much as he told himself that he wasnât a faggot he was still getting a hard on within the coppers mouth, this only made the older man smirk and stop for a second just to say. âYou love it you little faggot, look at you.â He slapped the boys cock causing an echo within the cell before going back down on him, taking in the boys cock fully within his mouth slopping and slurping at the full length deepthroating him like no tomorrow. His large hands cupped the boys balls pulling them and caressing them. Starting from the tip he dragged his tongue down the boys cock, straight across his balls and over his little pink flower of an ass pushing his cuffed ankles over to the boys and co-workers faces. A couple of harsh slaps to the boys ass were given before eventually spitting on the pink hole gently massaging his own spit into it, slowly two digits seeped themselves into the tight insides of Patrick that was a little struggle, but that didnât stop the older man.
Continuously he kissed the boy, then eventually Patrick had accepted what was happening thanking the second officer in a trembled manner. Once the boys legs were pushed over so that his ankles rested by the side of his head, it seemed like a good opportunity to get up and sit over them so that his soft uncut cock would rest on the boys pretty little face. It seemed that the older cop was prepping the boys tight cunt for a good first fuck, not to mention raw. âEver sucked a cock before? If not Iâm sure your little whore instincts will settle in once youâve got my dick in yer mouth.â The younger officer dragged his balls across the boys face immediately getting harder, his balls even got heavier with a fresh load of cum. Eventually he begun to rub his cock against the hairless face before inserting his dick into the boys gob. âTeeth off, mouth open.â The man pressed deeply into the boys throat regardless of limited air getting through to his airways, the squelching begun as his thick cock forced its way down his tight throat stretching it just a few inches. âGood boy.â
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Part of him still was unwilling, maybe unable to give in and submit to the demands of the men. But while Patrick had never exactly been a genius, he was smart enough to slowly realize he had no chance of overpowering the cops. Not only were they two against one, but also bigger in stature - not to forget he was naked on the concrete floor of the cell, his wrists and ankles bound by the cuffs. So with the menâs boots on his shoulders, the boy had to reluctantly accept that he had to cave in, play along⊠as humiliating as it felt.
âI-I donât know, man, these⊠both seem bigâ, Patrick mumbled, staring up in fear. Even soft, both menâs cocks at least were intimidating enough that he wasnât eager to feel them inside of him, not in his mouth and most definitely not in his ass. But he couldnât really think of any way out of this, and for a moment he was unable to think of anything, the sudden pain at his balls making the boy gasp for air. âShitâŠ! I donât know⊠Seven inches hard?â, he hissed in pain at the question, feeling the cold metal of the cuffs as he writhed in pain. âI-I think youâre biggerâ, he made his guess, looking at the undercover officer who had arrested him. Even soft, this thing looked too massive to let anywhere near his virgin hole.
A mischievous grin came out to play when the undercover officer was chosen by the boy in regards to who owned the biggest cock, it was fairly hard to tell when they were both at a semi. However it seemed a little more was going to have to be done to get the boys own cock ready to play with. âWhy thank you, yours doesnât look to measly, apart from when its all soft like so.â The bigger officer moved down to the boys soft cock sucking on his balls gently, caressing them with his tongue and giving a gentle hum so that vibrations would linger in his testicles. Before eventually peeling his foreskin back and sucking on his sensitive little head. Â
The night officer was a little bummed that he missed out on an inch but it only gave him more reason to play a little rougher later on, of course the men were going to take this to heart itâs just something that they would. Officer two knelt right besides the boys head as he watched his co-worker suck on his bollocks, a hand running over his chest as he spat in the boys mouth. A thumb, an index finger and a middle finger squished his face together as the night officer forced his tongue down the boys throat repeatedly swirling in and out biting on his lips. âYou look so beautiful when you cry.â He stated.Â
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Slowly, the terrifying realization sunk in that the officer was right. He was a cop, and Patrick was a drug dealer who got caught in an undercover operation. There was no way anybody on the other side of this door would ever believe a word he had to say, not when he accused the man without any proof, which heâd never be able to get without any security cameras around. âJ-Just let me go, letâs forget this okay?â, he mumbled, gasping at the smack with the baton, writhing on the hard concrete floor as he was getting more and more desperate about his situation.
Then, for a moment, a ray of hope. âHelp!â, Patrick cried out immediately when he noticed the cell door opening. âHeâs trying to rape me, please, heâs a fucking pervert!â For a split second, the young man was sure he was safe. Only when the second officer finished his sentence, the horror snuck back into Patrickâs face, and in a first reaction he kicked and struggled on the floor, as long as he could before his ankles got cuffed together. âS-ShitâŠâ, he bit his lip, terrified and facing the reality that there was no escape. âWhat do you want? Money? Drugs? I⊠I can get you some really good stuff if you let me go.â
âWe know youâve got no money, look at you. Not to mention you wouldnât be selling some really shit class drugs if you werenât trying to pocket a penny or two.â Both of the men laughed looking down at the boy they stood over, a boot on each shoulder stopping him from trying to get up, and the occasional boot moving towards his jawline in case he tried anything stupid. âYouâve got a choice, you have to tell us who you think is bigger then whoever you think is bigger wonât be going in your little virgin hole, just your mouth instead.â Of course the undercover cop had to add a little game into the mix, he just couldnât help himself. Not to mention it was a competition between the both of them, they both wanted to be the biggest.
âI mean we are both soft now so you better start looking cute, or you can suck us off.â The night patrol officer got in on the action as he whipped out as his cock as did the undercover officer, both jerking their own cocks off over the boy. The undercover cop was cut and the recently joined one uncut, he dribbled down slowly onto his dick so that a little lube could help the foreskin let his head peer through. âSâ how big are you lad?â A brow arched and a boot pressing down on the flaccid cock belonging to Patrick, the steel toe caps kicking his balls slightly so that they tightly retracted back to his body..
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Up to this point, Patrick had assumed the cop to be an asshole, but not really much more than that. Werenât all cops assholes in their own right? However, getting denied a lawyer did make an alarm ring off in the kidâs mind. Shit. He immediately noticed how isolated the cell was that the officer had led him to, no chance of anyone having seen them or hearing him even if he screamed for help. âFuck!â, he hissed, unable to shield himself as he fell to the hard floor due to the handcuffs. âI donât take it up the ass, you moronâŠâ, he growled, shuddering when he felt the baton rubbing at his hole. âN-No, man, stop thatâŠ! No, please, okay? Please!â, he begged quickly, staring at the officer in panic for a moment before his expression changed to anger again and he spat at the manâs face. âIf you donât let go of me Iâm gonna tell everybody what a fucking faggot rapist you are, I swear.â
The officer wiped his face as soon as the boy spat at him, of course he only returned the favour followed by a loud slap across those sweet little cheeks. âDonât do that again, youâll regret it.â He then slapped the lads ass hard with the baton making sure his bones felt the thick rubber weapon against his bare white cheeks. âHow can you prove that Iâm a faggot and that itâs rape when itâs just us, huh?â He laughed before spitting straight back into the boys eyes again.Â
âWhatâs with all the noise?â Another officer seemed to make his way to the cell only to be greeted with a rather pleasant sight. âWhat are you doing. . . . . â The man questioned, it seemed as if he cared but only because he had finished his sentence. â. . . You forgot to lock his ankles up.â They both chuckled in a synchronised manner before the new officer walked in and locked the door back up, he knelt down so that he could use his cuffs against the boys ankles. âI wouldnât move too much kid, theyâll start to rub on your skin, eventually your bone.â They both laughed, again.
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Of course Patrick was well aware that the cop had been undercover, but he still was pissed enough about getting caught before the deal could be closed that he felt personally offended by the officer. Besides, the man also actually did act like a complete asshole, and despite this being the young dealerâs first time getting into shit this deep, he felt like it wasnât normal to be treated like this. âFuck this, I have rights! You gotta get me a lawyer, even if I canât afford oneâ, he insisted, gritting his teeth in anger before all of a sudden, the cop crossed a line. âWhat the fuck, dude? Get your hand off of me, you fucking faggot!â, Patrick screamed, struggling as his clothes were tugged and torn off his body, the pants around his ankles and his cuffed wrists almost causing the younger male to trip. âI got nothing on me! And Iâm not your boy, you perv!â
It was true the man was a complete asshole but that never stopped him from getting what he WANTED. âYou ainât getting no lawyer, why the fuck would I give you money to get out of the hell you deserve to be in?â The officer laughed at the boys stupidity, ripping the trousers up into the air so that he would fall face forwards onto the cold hard concrete floor. His trainers being yanked off then his socks and eventually trousers paired with boxers, all that remained on the lad were the cuffs and soon to be plenty bruises. âAinât no perv or faggot, thatâs more like YOU.â He said before slapping the kid round the head, he tugged his hair so that his back arched and his face pointed towards the ceiling. âOnly faggots take it up the ass.â He said as his spare hand used his baton to rub at the tight virgin hole of the new prisoner, teasing the pink little flower.Â
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âI would have if you hadnât fucking lied to me, assholeâ, Patrick grumped, still bitter about how afully wrong his night had gone. The club was known for how easily one could find willingly paying customers, but of course he had to run into a fucking cop. âYou said you wanted crystal, so why are you not getting arrested?â His words were provoking, frustration in his tone as the man pushed him to his cell. âLet fucking go of me! You canât lock me in there forever.â And besides, what was this asshole going to do? âI want to make my call, dude. I want a lawyerâ, he spoke with confidence, still believing that he was in a position to make those demands.
âI didnât lie thick shit itâs called being undercover, never heard of an undercover cop? This is what I mean, fucking amateur.â The officer pushed the guy against the wall and locked the door behind him so that they were both securley within the cell, the keys being placed onto the back of his belt so that there was no way that the lad could get out. âYou donât get no call kid, nor a lawyer. How are you gonna afford a lawyer when you canât even complete on sale?â He laughed. âAnyway gotta strip search ya, fuck knows what you still have on ya.â The cop said pulling the lads trousers down immediately then his boxers, since he had cuffs on the man just ripped the lads top in half and threw it to the side. âShoes off too boy.â
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âI still find it fucking hilarious that you thought you got away with it, amateur.â The officer spoke with no respect or professional attitute towards his work, he often used and abused his power of the law but in some cases this would be seen as justice. What kind of people want dealers lurking in their community? âYou do what I say because I WILL make your life hell.â The officer pushed the boy towards his dark cold lonely cell, a concrete bed and a simple metal toilet was the only luxury he were to have. Not to mention the police officer made sure that his cell was isolated and not to be seen by CCTV.
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Straight, white and in a relationship - Graham surely did live up to those parts of the clichĂ©. As far as cockiness went, the man at least liked to think this wasnât one of his bad qualities, though who really knew that about themselves? One thing Graham did know for sure - he was indeed bored. He had met Jessica in high school, and had never been with anybody else since they got together. Getting married right after graduation felt right at the time - but now, years later, their marriage was⊠lackluster. The sex especially had become nothing more than a routine, and his wife didnât even seem to enjoy it, although it was her who refused to ever try anything new. That was one reason of many that had driven Graham to hire an escort - a male one, nonetheless. Paying a man felt much less like cheating, and also seemed a better fit for Grahamâs more⊠deeply hidden needs.
âUhm⊠Yesâ, he replied, a nervous smile on his lips as he looked at the other. It had not been a conscious train of thought when he hired Jin, but now that he looked at the man in the flesh, it did seem comforting that the guy was Asian. He looked much less intimidating than some of the other escorts Graham had checked out, and while it may be a somewhat racist stereotype, he felt like a Korean guy maybe would be⊠less of a struggle to handle when it came to a certain size.
It was always a relief to the escort when one of his clients wasnât over the age of forty and wasnât a complete sight for sore eyes, because having to perform anything remotely sexual on someone that wasnât an inch attractive usually meant he was going to have to pop one of his emergency Viagra pills, or have some rather intense porn playing on the screen in his office/playroom. Luckily in this case none of this was needed, the tight ass bulging out the backside of this Graham guy was enough to keep Jin going, not to mention the cute face that mounted the muscular toned body. Lucky wife Jin thought to himself, though it didnât seem like they were having the best of times in the bedroom otherwise the âstraightâ wedded man wouldnât of found himself in this situation. None the less this whole situation felt like a steal, getting paid to have some kinky ass sex with this guy, easy.
âIâm Jin.â He spoke offering a hand to shake, though Graham probably already knew that hence he was the one that selected this escort. âSo what fantasy brings you here?â He asks, beginning to slowly stroll to his room that was flooded with all neon lights, blue in particular. But as they walked past the other rooms of Jinâs colleagues there were varying noises of instruments, begs, moans and even music.
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Being an escort for a certain fetish service was rather fun in Jin Sooâs eyes, often people would mistake his baby face and race to lead to something more submissive and falling on the bottom side of things. However that was far from the truth, the Korean was hung and uncut like no tomorrow and it always came to be a surprise to his clients, especially as the majority of them were straight, white, cocky and usually in some form of relationship. Bored and hungry for more, this was the kind of place that they always ended up.Â
âSo are you my new client?â Jin asked.Â
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Yes, indeed Justin knew by now he had to hold back if he wanted to be a good pup. It was a lesson he had learned, maybe not one that most sons learned from their fathers, but the boy was grateful for everything Darren taught him. And so he resisted the urge to have his tongue lap at the manâs thick bulge, instead just taking in his scent, the manly musk that made Justin look up through the gaps in the cage with needy eyes that definitely matched those of an actual puppy that wanted to be petted and played with.
An index finger was fed through the cage for the boy to feed upon, Darrell often liked to start slow and progress when he was breeding his son. Why on earth would he want to rush things when he had created such a beautiful obedient faggot, it was probably going to be his most favoured toy/pet. The mans eyes peered through the thin bars of the cage awaiting the boys eager mouth, clearly he could see how eager he was through the wagging of his little ass that hadnât quite mastered taken such a huge cock. It was often weeks where he would leave his pup dude to his job so it was a rarity that he could pound him daily and keep him open for eternity.Â
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Justinâs days usually consisted of exactly one thing - waiting. Heâd spend the time alone in his cage, waiting for his father - his master, his owner - to come home. And from the moment Darrell walked in, the pet was up on all fours, excited to see the man, almost liked a hyped puppy who couldnât stop wiggling its tail at the sight of its owner. âGood, but I missed you⊠It was a bit boringâ, he replied at the question, looking at Darrell through the cage with hopeful eyes.
Of course it could get boring for the pup laying in his cage awaiting his Father/Master/Ownerâs return and attention, it was what his life revolved around now, and all that it ever would. Darrell pressed his tight work jeans against the boys cage so that his bulge would press against it, maybe too thick for it to fit completely through the gaps in the cage, so it just hung there in the boys face. It was all international though, he didnât want it being tended to just yet, that was of course going to be on his command and his command only. He had hoped that Justin knew that by now.
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Darrell had a tough day at work and nothing like a cigarette and a drink of whisky could settle the stresses of the day, not to mention the pet that he had that also comforted and relieved such feelings. A deep inhale through the stick caused a cloud of smoke later on, then a sip of his Jack Danielâs whisky to wash away they dryness. Not a word was said but a simple eye over to the cage that kept his PET.âHows your day been?â He asked.
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If there had been any doubt remaining about whether or not the drugs had kicked in, it was gone now. In fact, the effect was so much stronger than Nathan couldâve ever expected or anticipated, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he had made some mistake, given Scott too high of a dose, but no - this was apparently what a single drop could do. Turn a straight hunk into a wild animal, apparently indifferent about what kind of hole he would get to fuck, as long as he had someone to pound, to dominate. It may be weird, but somehow Nathan was more turned on by his flatmate right now than ever before, by this monster of an erection, by the forceful kiss⊠by the way he found his clothes literally ripped from his body until all that was left was his slim, naked frame and his own hardening length.
And then, suddenly this whole thing threatened to go downhill. Shock creeped its way into Nathanâs face as Scott spotted the drops, the smaller male honestly clueless how his flatmate would react in this state of pure testosterone. However, to Nathanâs surprise he didnât find himself murdered in rage, instead on the receiving end of a very different kind of violent outburst. âDonât, oneâs already enough!â, he tried to warn but to no avail, as Scott had already tripled his dose, and moments later Nathan found the slut drops forced down his throat, not just one or even three, but the whole bottle. âF-FuckâŠâ, he gasped, the drops making their way into his system while Scott was already throwing him around. âO-Oh godâŠâ It was merely a whisper, his voice lost in heated moans as he started sweating, his cock rock-hard and leaking precum, though it was his hole that really was eager, needy, yes - desperate for attention. âFuck me!!!!â, he groaned, his back fully arched, the round little ass lifted high into the air as his mind was clouded. He was definitely overdosing on the slut drops, every clear thought vanished from his conscience, his senses only picking up one thing: Scott. The guyâs musky scent making his vision blurry with need, every rough slap almost making him climax. Every word he heard from the hunk felt like a command from God, and as the monster cock finally shoved itself inside him forcefully, Nathan cried with pain and moaned in pleasure, the boyâs hips rolling greedily as he tried fucking his own tight cunt on the otherâs huge length. âOh god yes⊠S-So tight for your huge cock⊠I need your cock, sir! Fuck me!!!!â
wherever nathan bought these drugs sure wasnât amazon, who would of known such drops would of taken such an effect on the both of them. it completely abolished any sense that the two had and replaced it with a yearning hunger, one that wasnât going to let them go easily until nathan was completely full to the brim of this studâs cum. either way scott was NEVER interested in men and that was just the way it was, but now the whole gay straight thing was completely blurred nathanâs dreams could be fulfilled. if any other gay men found out about these drops, they were sure going to become a staple drug such as poppers, who wouldnât want a sex potion that would make anyone want to fuck you and treat you like the slut you were?
âyouâve wanted this straight cock for so long havenât you nathan?â scott asked in the bottoms ear, thrusting his hips straight into the round ass that was his target, each thrust getting harder and deeper hitting nathanâs body into the sofa like a domino effect, luckily it was simply a sofa and nothing else. the mans monster completely ripping open the used to be tight cunt, going in dry made sure that every sensation was twice as pleasurable and not to mention aided the burning sensation that plagued their bodies from a blue and red bottle. âi wanna see that pretty face.â a command as scott pulled out and flipped nathan over onto his back, a three sixty in mid air thanks to all the gym sessions that forged those god like biceps. scott moved down to finally bury his face deep in nathanâs ass, a deep inhale smelling the musk that leaked from between his sweet little thighs. tongue swirling in motion but not yet entering, simply licking at the entrance of the hole using his teeth to bite at it, and tasting his own cock got him even hornier. eventually he stuck his tongue down the hole to lick the boys insides out, hands spreading nathan so far apart it could of almost torn him in half. a tongue then slipped out of the hole leaving it leaking and twitching with his spit dribbling down onto the sofa, where he only spat several times back into the hole. scott then dragged his tongue across nathanâs thighs and down his legs biting down onto flesh, leaving teeth marks, bruises, loves bites the lot. eventually both palms dragged the soles of nathanâs feet across his face inhaling his musk and sucking each and every toe with attention, blue eyes penetrating the others as he begun to slowly insert himself back in, breeding him bareback and infecting him with an ADDICTION to his cock and his cock only. scott bent nathanâs legs as far as they could back, stretched over him pounding from above almost like a push up dropping all his weight straight into the boy and back up again. a hungry wet kiss at a constant not willing to break from nathanâs lips. âyou wanna taste your own ass, your own feet, donât you boy?â
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