The Super Jock Sluts - Gay superhero story

[SkyLarkin]

This gay superhero series will follow five main heroes who all become united together by a single man/mentor and a common goal to save their city and loved ones. Ch. 1 and 2 will follow Flyby and the troubles he faces to balance his two lives.

All characters are 18 and above.

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In an alleyway somewhere in Millennium City…

Going as fast as he could, Mason threw off his cut-off black blazer onto the pile of discarded clothes opposite him and pulled on the spandex red and dark blue fitness shirt. Unfortunately, Mason had forgotten to wash it properly last night and it had shrunk a couple of sizes.

Mentally cursing to himself, Fucking fuck! You idiot! This is the last time I do the laundry high.

Instead of completely covering his chiseled muscular torso, it ended at the middle of his eight-pack abs so Mason just went with it and continued the rest of the ensemble. The shirt still did what it needed to do, which was to show off every detail of his bulging muscles even more. You could see his always pointy silver-dollar sized nipples piercing right through the skintight fabric.

Needing something to cover up his bare legs, he grabbed the shorts from the backpack and yanked the tight fitness shorts up past his thick corded thighs. Like the shirt, they continued the color scheme but was predominantly dark blue with red accents drawing attention to the crotch and ass. They were soft and comfortable, but also framed his bubble butt like a jockstrap would so he was able to cut down on layers.

He struggled to get them up and over the farthest part of his massive ass, bouncing up and down in order to do so, but eventually got the job done. After finishing putting every article of his costume on, he checked himself out in the broken mirror propped up against the wet brick wall. He glanced down at his phone and saw that he had thirty minutes left to go, before he needed to be at Wizard Academy on time for first period. If he was late again, he would have to spend another day at detention with Mr. Volkov, the private school’s burly Russian janitor.

Mason found Volkov to be creepy, he on more than one occasion caught him with his eyes glued to his ass as he walked down the hall, but Volkov did it shamelessly. That fueled him even more to make it there on time.

Just gonna finish this up and get there. You can do this Mason, you can do this… Mason reassured himself, pulling the fingerless gloves over his hands.

He slipped on the red and blue sneakers, before placing the blue domino mask on his face to hide part of his face from anyone trying to figure out his secret identity.

Making sure the backpack was securely hidden behind the dumpster, Mason made note of where he was and checked his watch again to see where the location of the robbery was taking place.

Looking up at the pale blue sky, some clouds slowly going overhead, Mason focused his mind and began to slightly hover above the ground, then with a grunt launched himself higher into the air. The wind rippled through his wavy light brown hair and the sunlight bounced off of his fair skin, as he soared through the sky toward the bank. Mason steeled himself for the unknown number of enemies he would need to fight and apprehend for the police to cart off to prison, letting himself fully delve into the courageous, invincible hero that was Flyby.

But Flyby needed to get there and fast.

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11th Street Bank

“Faster fuckface! You better not try anything or I’ll squeeze your fucking head until it fucking pops!!”

The terrified bank employee, whose face was littered with acne and sweat, jumped at the menacing boom of the man’s voice. He was shaking like a little bitch and was desperately wishing he had called in “sick” for the fourth time this week. The golden nametag on his uniform read “Rod” and it quivered as he rushed to put more stacks of cash into the colorful villain’s dufflebag.

Although he knew that this could happen anywhere, he never expected it to happen to him or even more at a bank covered by Wizard Security Tech.

As he filled up the bag, he glanced out across the lobby of the bank where the bank’s customers were hogtied on the marble floor. He stared directly into his manager’s eyes, who was silently motioning him to press the hidden panic button underneath the front desk.

Rod attempted to do so--quickly and quietly--but being scared to death that the villain would make good on his promise, he fumbled a couple stacks and they tumbled onto the floor.

Despite only a couple seconds passing by, it felt like an eternity for Rod and ended with the man roaring at him again. This time with more intense rage.

“What the fuck are you doing, you stupid bitch?!? Pick it up! Pick it up!!” If the man wasn’t wearing an orange and purple mask to cover his face, Rod would definitely be flinching from the spittle flying everywhere.

This man’s entire outfit looked ridiculous with the weirdest mix of orange and purple to complete it. To Rod it looked like the guy had bought some secondhand hockey pads and spray painted them. Still Rod was scared shitless.

It took him a moment to move, he was just hoping that someone--anyone--would save him from this fucking nightmare. He was too young to die and he would not die a fucking virgin.

He ducked down and built all of the courage he had inside of himself, pressing the shiny red button of safety and hope. Within seconds, cops within the area were alerted to the robbery going on inside of the bank and Mason too. It seemed his savior wouldn’t be too far away.

He ducked back up with the fumbled cash and stuffed it into the dufflebag too, nervously grinning while in the back of his head jumping with joy that this douchebag wouldn’t be threatening him any longer.

The villain grabbed the dufflebag, it was full to the brim with bills and smiled like a dope underneath his mask, then turned around and began to make his way toward the glass double doors of the bank.

Rod took a couple steps back, letting out a heavy sigh of relief and then gasped out of surprise, when his hands were quickly wrapped up with some rope from a nearby stanchion. He tried to break free, but tripped and fell face first onto the hard marble, groaning in pain as the villain chuckled at his misfortune.

Right before he pushed the doors open, he turned around and began to boast as a villain typically does.

“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you all, but I gotta pay off some debts here and there--little guy problems--but I also did this to teach you all a very important lesson, one I hope you fucking remember,” He paced and forth in front of the audience of hostages who watched him closely and silently wished he would just leave, but didn’t stop. “When you feel like you're better than the guy making minimum wage, remember this moment where I let you live instead of letting your corpses hang from the ceiling by your ballsacks!”

He let out a hearty laugh that continued until there was tears in his eyes, but was able to catch himself and kept going, “Anyways, I really want you to remember my name, I want it to draw pure terror from deep within your souls. I want you to piss your fucking pants, if someone even mentions me. I want you to remember the name--Rope Burn!!”

Right as he finished--almost as if on cue--something crashed through the skylight overhead with a loud: CRRRRAAAASSSSHHHHH!!!

Amongst the hostages screaming in fear of what just came through above them, Flyby landed heroically in all of his skintight, hunky glory in front of the shocked villain and said humorously, “Seriously dude? Rope Burn?”

Instead of answering back, Rope Burn launched at the red-and-blue clad hero with a roar of fury, only to barrel directly into the wooden counter as Flyby leaped over his head and landed behind him.

Not missing a beat, he kept going with his retorts: “That’s the worst name I’ve ever heard, like you could’ve gone with--”

Rope Burn attempted again to catch him off guard, swinging a fist at his face but Flyby dodged it and with a single punch blasted him back and continued with what he was saying, “Hitch, Bowline, even Knot dude.”

Even though Flyby outclassed Rope Burn in pure strength, the man was relentless and attacked the hero once more--though this time more strategically.

Pushing Flyby toward the bank’s queue, he made clear mistakes in how he attacked him even yelling out some “Shut the fuck up” and “You bitch” to get the hero fired up.

When Flyby was close enough, he dropped the whole pissed act and with a calm, resounding voice said, “Gotcha.”

Before he could react, his body was being tightly wrapped up by the stanchion rope from the bank’s queue line; first his hands and feet and then the rope like slithering tentacles wormed their way up his muscular body. The teen knew he could easily break free and attempted to, but the flat rope began to travel underneath his costume and in between the two globes of ass meat on his behind. The rough texture of the rope made his sensitive jockpussy tingle with pleasure and all of a sudden, he felt weak in the knees.

Flyby groaned in pleasure and frustration, cursing to himself that “it” was happening again and in this dire situation too. Anytime anything got close to his jockpussy it was like he was swiftly being drained of energy. It was okay when he was alone in his room trying to get his rocks off, but it was getting embarrassing when it happened around his friends, family, and adversaries.

Flyby sank to his knees, arms being forced behind his back by the ropes as Rope Burn looked down, with a smirk on his lips, at the suddenly powerless hunky hero at his cruel mercy.

“Let me go you fucking pri--” Flyby demanded, but more of the rope wrapped around his mouth until he could barely speak.

“Fucking finally, I was wondering when you would shut that trap of yours the fuck up!” Rope Burn chuckled.

Of course, Rope Burn could’ve left right when he incapacitated Flyby, but feeling too cocky for his own good that he took down a physically stronger hero like Flyby, decided to boast some more.

“I guess you’re not so tough now huh?” He crouched down and leaned in close to Mason’s face, roughly grabbing at his hair to force him to look at him directly.

Although he had a fiery, grueling hate for heroes, deep to his core, he still had to admit to himself that he found this particular hero pretty hot. He was thinking to himself--now that he was examining Flyby up close and personal--that those tight, basically transparent shorts were letting every delectable inch of that bubble butt be seen.

Muttering under his breath “fuck” and subtly readjusting himself as the crotch of his costume became really tight; blood pumping into his cock making it inflate and snake down his pant leg. His thoughts swiftly strayed away from what he was going to say, while he continued to take Flyby’s physique in.

END OF PT. 1

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[SkyLarkin]

(PT. 2)

Rope Burn couldn’t help staring at his defined six-pack abs, watching as a couple beads of sweat rolled down in between the cleavage of Flyby’s muscles. He grabbed at his crotch to readjust himself again and unknowingly made the ropes around his superpowered captive constrict. As a consequence, the rope that was occasionally irritating Flyby’s hole dug deeper into the sensitive hairless pink pussy, drawing a loud moan from him.

Thankfully not everyone in the bank heard the embarrassing sound, but that didn’t mean Rope Burn was deaf to it and his trained ears picked it up instantly.

He thought to himself, “So the bitch gets off on this huh? Let’s see what we can do with this information.”

Standing up straight and clearing his throat, Rope Burn began to continue off where he left, “Like what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by this meathead here, you better remember my name or better yet--remember this!” Unzipping the front of his pants, he hauled out an angry looking cock that was the size of a Coke can and 11 inches long, Flyby couldn’t look away from Rope Burn’s red, flaring cockhead that was spewing precum like a leaky hose.

“Watch as I force your slutty hero to take my dick--but I feel like this fucking cockwhore is gonna enjoy it anyways haha!”

Rope Burn unwrapped Flyby’s mouth, revealing those pink pillowy, completely kissable lips, but Flyby refused to open them.

“Come on! Open up!” Flyby held fast, even when Rope Burn nudged with the tip of his cock and smeared precum all over his mouth. But remembering what got the hero all hot and bothered, made the rope dig deeper into his tight wet warm insides.

“AAH FUCK!” Flyby gasped loudly, only for Rope Burn to take the opportunity and slammed his cock right past Flyby’s lips.

Immediately, Flyby could taste the spicy musk and sweat that covered Rope Burn’s dick, followed by the thick tangy precum that slid down the back of his throat. He could barely breathe and his eyes started to water, but at some point when Rope Burn’s fat hog went past his tongue, his thoughts about resisting went right out of his head.

“There we go mmmm damn kid, you’re not terrible at this!” He looked back over his shoulder and seemed to shout louder. “Knew you were dick hungry from the first moment I heard your cheeks clapping!”

Gripping the back of Flyby’s head, Rope Burn was really fucking the hero’s face now. Loud audible wet sounds filled the large quiet bank, while Rope Burn continued to talk dirty to anyone listening but particularly Flyby.

“God! You honestly deserve this you fuckin’ cocktease! I mean coming in here and dressed like a total fuckin’ slut, those tight booty shorts and not even a jockstrap to cover up, I swear…oh fucking shit…I swear I could see your hungry cunt as you leaped over my head.” He complained with total arousal, not caring at all when he heard Flyby gag around his cock.

Flyby could feel Rope Burn’s dick bulging in his throat, but all he wanted was the throbbing piece of cockmeat to gush in his mouth. He needed Rope Burn to feed him cum, no matter how villainous and dirty all of this was. Even the people watching behind them at least wanted to see how this all would end.

Thinking to himself, Come on you fucking big dick asshole, cum down my hungry throat! Come on!

Knowing that he would need this evil prick to get the sense that he was really into it, he locked eyes with Rope Burn and began to push himself farther down the veiny shaft of the throat stuffer in his mouth. Then using his tongue, flicked it around the underside of Rope Burn’s dick.

Rope Burn was pleasantly surprised and pleased at how quickly Flyby turned from a protector of the weak and powerless into a weak, powerless, cock and cum hungry bitch.

“Fucking goddamn, you almost made me blow my load Fuckboy!” Rope Burn groaned, pumping his pelvis right into Flyby’s skull. Unconsciously using his ropes to fuck the hero’s hole and squeeze at his precum squirting cock. The tighter the rope squeezed Flyby’s dick, the more it fueled him to get Rope Burn off.

Mason, you've done this a thousand times to an endless number of horny thugs, it’s time to turn up the magic!

Rope Burn thrusted again and again, each thrust accompanied with a “fucking hero slut”, “hope your hole feels just as good as your mouth Fuckboy” and then a borderline guttural “gonna make you choke on my loads, Fagby”.

Flyby resisted rolling his eyes and wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was curious if Rope Burn’s cum would be sweet or just as thick and musky as his dick.

Like Flyby had willed it to happen, he felt Rope Burn thrusts stop and his already rock hard cock become like steel on his tongue as a torrent of hot splooge came rushing down his throat.

SQUIRT, SQUIRT!!!

“OOOOOH FUCKING YEAH! FUCKING TAKE THIS LOAD YOU MOTHERFUCKING HERO CUMSLUT!!!” Rope Burn yelled it at the top of his lungs, letting the final word “cumslut” drag out until it became a strangled cry. He had exhausted all of his energy face fucking Flyby and he felt incredibly light headed to the point that he stumbled back. His rapidly softening cock fell out of Flyby’s mouth with a wet, cummy pop--strands of cum and spit connecting the two still.

Unfortunately for him, the rush of cum pooling in Flyby’s stomach had gave him the right amount of energy to break free from his sexually frustrating bonds and plant a walloping punch to the right side of Rope Burn’s orgasmic looking face.

Rope Burn fell to the ground in a heap, his flaccid cock splayed out on his armored stomach. Flyby stood there heroically over the villain’s unconscious body, quickly rushing over to the helpless hostages--some of them had uncomfortable erections--but Flyby ignored that and ripped off their restraints with ease.

The bank’s manager was the first one to thank him, shaking his hand wildly, “Oh thank god you saved us young man! I was sure that he was going to kill us all, but you stopped him!”

Flyby grinned and sheepishly replied, “It’s completely fine, I’m just glad that no one got hurt except for of course…”

The bank manager chuckled, shaking Flyby’s hand again but couldn’t keep his eyes off of the clear amount of cum and spit around the hero’s mouth and sliding down his chin. He tried to subtly gesture to the hero to wipe it off, but Flyby didn’t get the hint and thought that this man wanted a hug.

They hugged awkwardly, the manager’s hand brushing against Flyby’s half exposed muscle butt while his erection poked and prodded against the hero’s chiseled torso.

Flyby broke the hug and went over to the knocked out villain, while a number of the hostages watched the hero’s butt cheeks bounce up and down like Jello. Flyby picked the man up by his collar and tried to shake him away, but it didn’t work and swiftly an idea that wasn’t so morally good crept into his head. He smirked and let out a chuckle at the idea.

As the cops pulled up to the bank, they rushed into the building with their guns drawn expecting to see a horrible, bloody scene and piles of paperwork in their future, but instead what was in front of them was really comical.

Rope Burn hung from the ceiling upside down and completely nude, the only thing that was still covering an inch of his body was some rope--one end tied to the ceiling and the other end tied tightly around his ballsack.

The cops and previously tied up hostages laughed for what seemed like hours, while Rope Burn angrily yelled for them to cut him down. Watching from overhead, Flyby stood on top of the bank’s roof peering down through the broken skylight. He stifled a laugh and only stopped watching, when his pocket buzzed.

Taking his phone out of his shorts, he was surprised by how late he was and cursed the fucking evil idiot for dragging the fight out. He stuffed his phone back into his shorts and took off into the sky, his body becoming a red-blue blur as he streaked across the pale blue sky. He pushed himself faster as a loud boom produced in his wake.

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The alleyway

Flyby hovered over the grimey alleyway, still dark even in the mid-morning light, before finally touching down and rushing over to where he had hid his backpack.

As he reached his hand back behind the wet, rust-covered green dumpster, he realized with widened eyes that there was nothing back where he hid the backpack.

“Son of a bitch, not again!” He thought to himself, before angrily ripping the domino mask off of his face. He was now back to being Mason, having gotten rid of his superhero alter ego and now back to being a seemingly normal, hunky jock.

He frantically looked around for the backpack, lifting the dumpster with one hand only to find nothing besides some disgusting, muddy water and ripped pieces of wet trash. He dropped the metal dumpster with a solid BANG!

“FUCK!” He screamed aloud, not worrying about if anyone would notice and glance down the dark corridor at him and wonder why he was wearing a red and blue getup.

Instead he let out his anger on the dumpster, punching a hole straight through the metal then pulled his arm out without a scratch and punched another hole in it. That continued for a full minute, before he calmed down and came back to his senses. He pulled out his phone from his shorts, checking the time which was getting close to 9:00 and then swiftly shot into the sky; a cloud of trash and papers floating into the air after him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Will post Ch. 2 either next Thursday or next Sunday, maybe splitting it into two parts but we'll see. Hope you enjoyed this, leave any comments or constructive criticism below--I enjoy it all well except for overly negative comments, but who does lol! Stay tuned for more! -- Sky

 

[charleyp_1999]

well i got rock hard reading this when ropeburn was face fucking flyby. damn. that was hot.

 

[SkyLarkin]

well i got rock hard reading this when ropeburn was face fucking flyby. damn. that was hot.

Happy you liked it, Rope Burn might show up again to face Flyby lol so stay tuned for that

 

[Rippedspeedo]

Wanted fly boy to be nude in alley caught by villan.

 

[nlfl22]

Amazing!

 

[SkyLarkin]

Amazing!

Thank you!

 

[SkyLarkin]

Wanted fly boy to be nude in alley caught by villan.

That would’ve been a good idea lol

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 2 - Mason
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Wizard Academy for Gifted Young Men

As Mason landed behind the enormous private school, whose building encompassed two entire city blocks and stuck out amongst the glass and steel skyscrapers with its stone Art Deco architecture. He whipped out his phone again and sent a quick text to Sam.

Hey, could you let me borrow your extra uniform?

Sam’s reply was quick: Sure. Meet me at my locker in five.

Mason grinned, thankful that Sam didn’t ask any more questions and slipped into the back of the building, making his way through the different hallways. It would’ve taken longer if the hallways were full of bustling students, but instead they were nearly empty except for a couple of underclassmen sneaking into supply closets, empty classrooms, and bathrooms for a quickie. Mason didn’t judge because he could use a quickie too after that fight with Rope Burn, his hole was twitching and puckering, but had been mostly ignoring it so he could focus on not being any more late than he already was.

Just as Mason rounded the corner, he saw Sam there leaning against some lockers with his back to the hunky teen; he was a couple inches taller than Mason at 6’1” and much leaner in contrast to Mason’s more bulkier physique. Still it was clear in the skimpy black, gold, and silver Wizard Academy uniform that he was physically strong and athletic. He had a head of fiery red hair that was so much more red than reddish-orange, it almost seemed like he dyed it; a pair of piercing, sharp emerald green eyes--accented by stylish glasses--drew anyone in and added to his dashing handsomeness and charm. He was friendly and extroverted, so it was clear how easily he was elected student body president.

Sam turned around with a grin on his lips, that it was easy to assume that the ginger teen was carefree and aloof, but he was smarter and more mischievous than he looked. To close friends they knew that Sam was a complete horndog, most of his horniness was directed at Mason and it reduced the “golden boy” title he had unofficially obtained from the school’s students and teachers. Still he never let any of it go to his head and remained one of the more nicer popular students.

The first thing that Mason noticed when Sam turned around was how heavy his best bro’s cock was in the tight sheer short shorts. The waistline of the shorts were so low, Mason could see a full inch of shaved red pubes and the pale white base of Sam’s thick cock. Even after how long they had known each other through their fathers, Mason was still blown away at the fact Sam’s dick--when completely flaccid--hung and dangled at an astonishing nine inches with a hefty set of shaved balls. So it wasn’t completely out of nowhere that Mason’s jaw slightly dropped and he was so distracted, he missed what Sam was saying to him.

“Hey dude, did you hear what I said?” Sam asked, snapping and waving his hand in front of Mason’s spaced out face.

Mason came back to reality with a bewildered “Uh what?” while Sam just chuckled and repeated his question: “I said, ‘what happened to your uniform, that you needed a spare so bad?’”

Mason slowly glanced down at the red and blue costume covering his body and quickly rattled off a bullshit story to Sam.

“Well first, these are a new set of jogging gear that Ty bought for me and the story about my uniform is a little embarrassing to be honest…” Mason trailed off, hoping that Sam would let it be as he grabbed the back of his neck and rubbed it.

Sam stepped forward, still grinning with a smirk, still grinning with a smirk and slowly sliding a hand down his shorts to grip around the monster cock barely hiding underneath the shorts. Mason felt his face get warm when Sam moved closer, the twitch in between his cheeks getting worse while a ping of pain coursed through his blue balls.

Sam used a free hand to grab Mason’s shoulder and leaned over slightly to say to him, “I mean it can’t be more embarrassing than that time your dad and big bro found us ‘helping each other out’ a week ago?”

Mason replied, “That was pretty embarrassing and my dad was super pissed, I mean seeing your son on his back and moaning like a slut, as his best bro is close to fisting his tight jockpussy--I think would make anyone fucking angry.”

“True, true…still I know you liked it.” Sam chuckled again, moving the hand down to Mason’s ass and gripping the fleshy globe, like he was palming a basketball.

Mason groaned lowly, unable to disagree with him, “Okay you’re right…okay so what happened was that I was jogging to school with my uniform in my backpack--I stopped to take a drink and this other dude came up near me and started to chat me up.”

“And he was really buff, dude, built like a fucking Mack truck and must’ve been running for awhile, because he was sweating like crazy and I could smell the musk off of him, but god he had the biggest dick I had ever seen stuffed in his joggers!”

Sam’s eyebrow rose at that and moved to make a comment, but was cut off by Mason’s quick edit to his previous statement, “Sorry one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen haha!”

Sam was satisfied and resumed his massage of Mason’s ass cheek, to wordlessly tell the shorter hunk to continue on with the story.

“So we were just chatting and I swear I saw his cock get bigger, so I acted like I needed another drink from the water fountain while keeping an eye on his crotch--and I swear to God dude! His cock snaked down his leg, while I pretending to drink and was poking out of his pant leg--it was so fucking hot dude!” Mason exclaimed with a smile, making sure to move his hands about as he went on with the story.

“And you know me, I was making sure to point my buns in his direction and I think I was really causing some problems for him. I started to feel bad so I asked if he needed any help with his ‘situation’,” Mason put up air quotes and then resumed the story. “He was a little nervous and turned to blush, I knew he wanted it because he just pulled his pants down right there out in the open and I went to town on his cock bro.”

Sam’s hand was gripping Mason’s ass with a little more power, squeezing it tightly and then letting it rest there in his palm, before giving it a shake and then a hefty smack--causing Mason to briefly pause during his story and momentarily lose focus.

“I must have been sucking his dick for five minutes, because I just couldn’t get him to cum and I knew he was right on the edge of cumming too. I was holding his hefty cum-filled orbs and when I fucking squeezed those things bro…”

Sam whispered into Mason’s ear, sliding his hand underneath the waistband of Mason’s shorts and resumed squeezing and groping, “And what happened bro?”

Sam’s sultry voice made Mason’s pussy go nuts!

“U-h--well he fucking came bro!” Mason whispered back.

Sam liked that detail of the story, rubbing his fingers over Mason’s hungry hole with some intensity. For years he was ecstatic to get into his best bro’s pants, but wanted to do it the right way although a little fun here and there wasn’t breaking that rule…more like bending it a little.

Mason continued on with the “story”, “Fucking came right in his shorts and dude his cum fucking stank--but in a good, manly way and was coming down his legs like he pissed himself, like talk about a case of super blue balls am I right haha!?”

Mason half chuckled, but Sam's increased teasing directed at the shorter jock’s hole was becoming too much for him to bear any longer--letting out some low moans under his breath and then a high-pitched cry when Sam breached Mason’s virgin tight pussy with a single finger.

“Wow bro, that IS a crazy story!” Sam grinned, using a free hand to tweak the aching nipples that poked outward like twin bullets on Mason’s heavy breathing chest.

Sam wished that Mason wasn’t wearing anything that would obscure his eyes from the teen’s beautiful, muscular body, but was happy enough that Mason dressed like a needy slut all the time.

“Yeah, but after that happened, the dude I guess got spooked because I didn’t even get a chance to properly drain those bull balls and I REALLY wanted to!” Mason groaned out of frustration and pleasure; Sam pushed further into Mason’s wet powerful cunt loving how Mason was constantly squeezing around the large long digit.

“But yeah, after he left I guess I was so caught up in watching him jog away--like man his ass was insanely big, probably been sucking down those limited edition BROtein MaXXX Nut shakes that they’ve been releasing or something--that I uh missed my bag being stolen!”

Sam paused his anal advance and nipple teasing to grip Mason’s chin, jerking the stud’s to look up so he could stare into Mason’s honey brown eyes, “What the fuck bro?!”

Mason winced at the sudden intensity that Sam grunted out.

Mason knew that Sam was a pretty overall chill guy but if someone messed with him or tried any funny business--that chill side could turn on a dime.

“Y-yeah…well it’s no big deal Sam…” Mason uttered and waited anxiously for Sam’s response.

“I mean Mase, it’s kind of a big deal…I mean we could go to the police and maybe see if anyone has found a black backpack or something?” Sam rambled out, getting lost in all of the problem-solving occurring inside of his head.

“Sam…Sam buddy! Come on, it’s okay!” Mason yelled to get Sam’s attention and rubbed up and down the taller teen’s corded muscular arms to calm him down, which seemed to work like a charm. “That’s why I asked you for the extra pair of clothes haha. Everything’s going to be okay, I’ll sneak my dad’s credit card and order another backpack and uniforms.”

If anyone had walked by during this moment, they probably would’ve figured that these two close bros were lovers in the process of a very intimate embrace.

Sam closed his eyes for a brief moment and let out a short sigh, before nodding his head and pulling the single digit out of Mason’s butt, “Ok bro, but maybe me and you should go on some jogging runs together yeah?”

Before Mason could reply, Sam broke their almost hug and turned back to the open locker, swiftly pulling out the spare uniform for Mason.

While Mason began to strip out of his “jogging” gear, he turned his back to Sam who leaned up against the now closed locker and watched the little show that Mason was unintentionally putting on for his best bro.

Slowly and dramatically bending all the way over to pull the skintight shorts down his thighs--phat and muscled at the same time--which would be the most difficult part to overcome.

Sam watched intently, pushing back the strands of red hair that fell across his forehead, then clearing his throat silently as Mason was bent so far over, Sam could directly see the teen’s pink pussy staring right back at him.

“So…did you see that fight between Ultimate Man and Czar the Nuclear yesterday?” Sam asked Mason, who was in the process of pulling the short shorts up his legs.

Mason took a moment to think, while bouncing up and down just enough to get the extra tight shorts up past his muscular thunder thighs. The two globes of ass meat wobbled and quaked with each bounce, making Sam’s monster dick fill with blood.

Damn, I thought Sam and I wore the same size? Guess not… Mason thought.

The second Sam got the text from Mase, he decided to get a little something out of doing this solid for his bro, giving Mason his extra pair of the student uniform although it was an accidental pair that was two times smaller than his normal size. Of course, Mason wouldn’t put much thought into it and that’s exactly what Sam was counting on, internally jumping with joy as Mason struggled with the tiny mesh shorts.

“Uhhh, I think so? I remember hearing from Leo that Czar almost went ‘Atomic’ in the middle of Empire City, but the Guard came in and was able to stop him.” Mason replied.

He finally got the shorts over the top of his ass and decided to forgo picking the wedgie out of his ass crack, although that did make the shorts look like a thong when hiked up over his big phat butt.

“Yeah haha! Fucking Czar got gangbanged right there in the middle of Heroes’ Park, someone got video of Silver Tempest and Warrior spitroasting that nuclear fuck!” Sam chuckled. His hands went back to firmly squeezing the swiftly hardening hog snaking down a pant leg.

“Leo mentioned something about Czar being carted off, while both of his holes were gushing cum…fuck wish I was there to see it in person.” Mason said and remembered the real reason why he didn’t fly down to Empire City to catch the action--having spent a long evening catching jewel thieves and convenience store robbers.

“The life of a teenage superhero isn’t as easy as it looks with the Guard going around and saving people, maybe one day I’ll be invited to join and get to service all of that daddy cock…maybe even get to take part in their monthly orgies, oh fuck yeah!” Mason smiled at the perverted thought as the teen looked up to the brave, erotic heroics of the planet’s mightiest and sexiest protectors, but especially Ultimate Man.

“Remember when Carrera stopped the Ferocious Five single handedly?” Sam said as he was publicly stroking the almost fully hard dick through his pants as the beast in between his legs drooled precum.

“Please, anyone of the Guard could’ve stopped those idiots, even Trickshot!” Mason retorted about the group of C-list supervillains. “Like Stink Bug was stopped by an old lady, who accidentally tripped him as he was running away from the cops.”

“Hey, watch what you say about Trickshot, I mean he is the lead star of your favorite movie series: The Fixer!” Sam replied.

Mason grinned as he slipped the cut-off black blazer over his bulky shoulders, allowing washboard abs and half of his perky pecs to be ogled by anyone around.

Mason turned back to his best bro--wearing the completed outfit--who was humorously staring Mason up and down with a slack jaw. Sam instantly knew that he couldn’t go back to class with a case of blue balls and a precum-spewing cock, since no one could blow him better than Mase could--he had the magic mouth.

Sam stepped close, putting each hand onto Mason’s shoulders as he spoke with hunger hiding behind his green eyes, “We can finish this conversation later…but right now I need your help with a little problem down there.” Sam motioned with his eyes to the problem down south.

Sam’s erect dick poked Mason in the belly; who glanced down slowly and couldn’t look away at the large amount of precum that was burped out through the sheer fabric. Mason could smell the potentness of Sam’s pre as it wafted into his nose and something clicked in his head.

Having neglected his own hunger and need for cummy sustenance, after that annoying fight against Rope Burn meant that almost nothing could stop him from getting what he desperately needed from Sam.

The intense pull of his hunger almost made Mason want to sink to his knees, rip Sam’s shorts in half and slurp the entire 11 inch length right down to the girthy base, rub his nose in Sam’s reddish-orange pubes until he could only smell his best friend’s distinct scent. Then within a minute, work his magic and empty the redhead’s full ballsack into his thirsty gullet. An intense shiver shot up Mason’s spine at the thought.

Without a word, Mason dragged Sam by the hand--who could feel the strength in his grip--straight into a nearby bathroom.

END OF PT. 1

 

[SkyLarkin]

PT. 2

Mason didn’t even bother with checking to see if the bathroom was empty, instead pushing Sam into the closest stall who went clattering down onto the closed toilet lid.

Although Sam was excited to empty his sack, he didn’t want Mason to go crazy and break his dick in the process. Mason had done this before, but it was a while ago after a two week long European vacation with Mason’s dad and big bro, where he was forced to wear a cock cage for causing some trouble with the airport security guards. All Sam could distinctly remember was the dull throbbing ache in his balls for five days after Mason got back.

“Hey! Ok, okay! L-let’s slow down okay Mase?” Sam tried to calm Mason down, getting up to regain control of him, but the teen used just a fraction of his inhuman strength to slam Sam back down onto the toilet.

As Mason pulled Sam’s shorts down the pale teen’s tree trunk thighs and released that monster from its mesh cage, it came swinging out and smacked right into Mason’s face, flinging precum everything and splattered large globs against his chin, nose, and forehead. Sam chuckled but the chuckles died down when Mason eyed the fleshy, throbbing hose and without skipping a beat, devoured Sam’s cock without even gagging.

Loud slurps filled the empty bathroom as Mason quickly bobbed up and down the veiny pale white shaft; it completely filled his mouth and although it looked and probably felt like he would have to unhook his jaw to take it all in, thankfully that wasn’t the case for Mason.

SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!

Sam was in orgasmic bliss, not surprised at how quickly he was already reaching the end of his rope with Mason deepthroating his arm’s length cock; his best bro was something out of this world.

“OOH HAH! AH FUCK!” Sam screamed, his hands flying to grip onto the back of Mason’s head, pushing him further down as spit and slobber coated Sam’s nuts.

Fuck! It’s like he’s sucking the cum right out of my balls, oh fucking shit!! Sam thought.

Mason pulled completely off Sam’s dick--breathing heavily but not breaking a sweat--and began to work on Sam’s balls which like his cock hung low and heavy.

“Ah fucking Christ Mase!” Sam grunted as Mason slobbering over his nut sack, sucking in one nut while letting his tongue swirl around it, before sucking in the other. Mason could feel the thick, protein rich spunk churning within those big orbs.

SLURP! SUCK!

If he keeps this up, I’m gonna fucking bust! Sam thought with urgency, willing himself to grab the back of Mason’s head and push him back.

“Mase slow down! If you keep washing my balls like that, I’ll fucking blow man haha!” Sam humorously warned Mason, who nodded wordlessly and moved back to the main dish.

This time, Mason had regained his senses momentarily and went slower; first only sucking on the bulbous head of the pale stud’s dick, while his tongue swirled and slurped down copious amounts of precum that spewed out. Mason loved the taste of Sam’s precum, it was different from the normal bleachy taste that precum has, instead being slightly sweet and bitter. He didn’t love it as much as cum, but it was almost as good.

SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!

Mason pushed himself further down the long shaft, until the tip of Sam’s dick was halfway down his throat and didn’t even gag a bit around the fleshy pole preventing him from breathing.

The bobbing continued while Mason used his free hand to cradle and juggle the ignored low hangers--rolling them around in his palm while giving them a gentle squeeze so Sam didn’t ruin this too fast. But even with Mason trying to hold Sam off on blowing his load, the pale hunk had been nursing an erection for the entire morning--rubbing it against the underside of a classroom desk while Mr. Cross gave another boring lecture about ethics.

Fuck! Sam thought to himself, lifting up off of the toilet lid to thrust wildly into Mason’s warm wet mouth.

SLOBBER! SLURP! SLURP! SMACK! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!

“Oh god Mase, I'm gonna cum bro!” Sam whimpered.

Mason, keen on trying to keep Sam from cumming, put his bro’s balls in a chokehold, but that just seemed to push Sam over the edge with a wall shaking, orgasmic yell.

“OOOOOHHHH FUCKING SHIT!!!”

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SPPPLLLUUURRRRTTTTT!!

Unlike the load that came shooting out of Rope Burn’s cock earlier, the hot, yogurt-like splooge that came rushing out of Sam’s fuckstick was deposited directly into Mason’s stomach and seemed to never stop.

Mason pulled back just a bit, so that the tip would rest in his mouth and he could coat his tongue in cum, savoring the sweet honey-like taste which had just light hints of salt within it all. Mason fucking loved it and didn’t stop the vigorous suction, until Sam was desperately trying to push him off as his nuts were aching from being sucked dry.

Mason lazily pulled off with a wet, slobbery POP and licked the leftover trances of cum from Sam’s softening shaft, until it was spit-shined.

He happily grinned at Sam--who looked exhausted--and felt invigorated, assuming that this batch of rich protein would give him four hours of much needed energy until he needed to look elsewhere for more.

Standing up, he stretched his arm out to his tired-looking bro, “Come on dude, we gotta make it back to class, before we’re both fucked.”

Sam barely heard him, almost on the verge of falling asleep right there in the musky-smelling stall--actually the entire bathroom smelled of musk and cum, it was intoxicating and clouded Sam’s head. But he was able to push through and muttered out a reply.

“Ok bro…let’s go.” He grabbed onto Mason’s hand and without a grunt, Mason pulled him to his feet, Sam feeling a little unsure that he could make it through the end of the day.

Mason noticed and, doing some quick thinking, rushed into the hallway and to the closest vending machine--the glowing glass fridge was filled from top to bottom with bottles of BROtein.

Mason pushed a button and the machine dispensed a bottle of the white stuff, grabbing it quickly and making his way back to the bathroom, where he saw Sam leaning against the sink counters--eyes half closed and head slumped over--but Mason knew what would get Sam back on his feet in no time.

It only took a moment for Sam to feel like he had drunk four shots of espresso, the BROtein instantly hitting the spot like some kind of intense drug, which was probably why it was so popular among young men and became the sponsored drink of the Crimson Cocks--Millennium City University’s championship winning football team. Even Brad Knight took part in a couple of photoshoots for the sports drink, while wearing only a tiny jockstrap--Mason shamelessly jerked off to the limited edition BROtein poster several times.

Once Sam finished the entire bottle, the two teenagers were off down the hallway to Mr. Cross’s room, hoping to make it there before the end of first period, which would end in twenty minutes.

The only problem was getting into Cross’s classroom which had two doors; one opening to the front of the room and the other opening to the back. Of course the two took the second door, hoping that the door wouldn’t squeak and make too much noise for the sharp-eared Cross to notice.

Sam went first, crouched down as low as possible and softly opened the door with minimal squeaks. Mason followed close behind, thankful to Sam that he grabbed two spots in the back of the classroom earlier, when he noticed that Mason wasn’t going to be to class on time.

Sam slid smoothly into the first spot, while Mason hesitated looking to his right and stretching his head to see if Mr. Cross was distracted or not.

The man in question was handsome to say the least, but Mason wouldn’t get distracted by his good looks, because the person underneath was a barking, antagonistic man who seemed to think anyone under the age of 35 was below him in all aspects.

Mason was confused on why a man who hated the students around him would be working as a private school teacher, although maybe Mr. Cross got rejected from a job working for a prestigious university or maybe someone realized that he was the biggest, sharp-jawed douchebag on the planet and canned his ass. Mason hoped it was the latter.

Mr. Gordon Cross stood at 6’6”, dressed in a black dress coat with a tight plain dress shirt, equally tight beige khaki slacks, and black leather dress shoes; to complete the ensemble was a pair of black framed circle glasses with sterling blue eyes behind the glass. Cross had his raven black hair combed back, showing that he had a widow’s peak although occasionally in one of his thundering screaming fits, a strand would come loose and hang down forcing him to push it back into place. He had fair skin and kept his face clean-shaven, it was very rare to see a five o’clock shadow across Mr. Cross’s face.

Mason knew that while he was sharp-tongued, he could perfectly back up his own words with the carefully sculpted muscles barely hiding underneath his clothes, which seemed strange for the conservative man.

Thankfully, Cross was seated behind his desk reading through a book that Mason didn’t care about, but instead wordlessly told the teen that his teacher wouldn’t notice a thing…unfortunately he was wrong.

The second Mason slid into the empty chair next to Sam’s--letting out a deep sigh of relief--he jumped out of the chair with the loud roar of Mr. Cross’s barely laced annoyance.

“MR. RHOADES!!” Everyone turned to look at the defeated teen, some were snickering and waiting for Mason to be punished, while others looked on with pity.

Mason internally sighed, his hopes dashed by Mr. Cross’s inhuman ability to catch his schemes.

“Seems you’re late again to my class again,” Mr. Cross rose from his chair, walking out from behind the long metal desk and sauntered to the back of the classroom towards his prey. “What do you have to say for yourself Mr. Rhoades?”

Mason decided to try the trusted and true, “Uh sorry Mr. C, got stuck in traffic on the way over.”

Mr. Cross hated the nickname, visibly prickling with anger as his entire body went stiff, but kept composure and grinned evilly, leaning down and close to reply to Mason, “Heard that one before Mr. Rhoades and it won’t work again, now tell me the tru--”

Surprisingly, Mr. Cross paused as his eyes honed in on something splattered against the corners of Mason’s mouth; casually using a finger to wipe the leftover residue from the noisy blowjob in the bathroom off of Mason’s mouth.

Cross sampled the cum off of his finger, which caused an immediate and stiff reaction in the crotch area that the older man shot back up quickly, hoping that no one would notice. Mason was too scared to realize the embarrassing event, due to his interest being focused on what Mr. Cross would do next, but unfortunately Sam did notice and took a mental screenshot of the throbbing fat tube of cockmeat across the teacher’s waist.

Clearing his throat, Mr. Cross continued on with the public flambéing of his late student, “Since this is your fourth time being late to my class and causing a disturbance for the other eager students wanting a good education that their wealthy parents paid for, I think this warrants a week’s worth of detention.”

Mason groaned, although he thought he did it mentally, but isn’t the entire classroom--Mr. Cross included--heard it.

Cross’s thick black eyebrow rose, “I guess you want to make that two week’s worth of detention and a bonus punishment of a grueling parent-teacher conference this afternoon?”

Mason scrambled and pleaded with the sadistic bastard, “No, no Mr. Cross! I’m sorry--it’s just been a long week and I really don’t want to anger my dad, I-I’ll take the week-long detention just please don’t call my dad…sir?”

Although Mason was inept at convincing Mr. Cross that had a valid reason for being late, he did know the right buttons to push to get out of being punished. Mr. Cross liked seeing the cocky jock submit to his authority over him and decided to relent at hearing the seemingly convincing “sir” from Mason. It also seemed that hearing that magic word, made his fat cock swell with blood even more.

“Ok Mr. Rhoades--a week’s worth of detention,” Mason seemed visibly relieved, sitting back in his chair but then Cross hit him with a whammy. “Still can’t let this entire thing slide, so for the rest of the day you’ll wear the plug.”

Fuck! Mason cursed, forgetting about the plug and all of its horrible, pleasurable wonders.

Any Wizard Academy teacher or faculty member had the option to force a student to wear a vibrating buttplug up their holes for any amount of time. All of the plugs were controlled via a Wizard Tech app that all of the Academy faculty members had access to.

Without complaint, Mason got out of his chair and bent over the front of his desk, pulling down the shorts until everyone in class could see the two bare globes, while Mr. Cross rustled around in his desk for the infamous buttplug.

It didn’t take long to find it; it was 5 inches long and as thick as a baby’s arm, but still could pack an orgasmic punch and it seemed like its next victim would be Mason himself.

Mr. Cross was enjoying himself; first he had gotten a extra bagel from the cute young coffee shop barista along with a phone number that read “Geoff XXX-XXXX”, then Mr. Hogan--a English teacher--was definitely flirting him in the teacher’s lounge, and finally, he had the opportunity to tease and torture the most annoying student out all of his five classes: Mason Rhoades himself!

He almost wanted to pinch himself just to see if he was dreaming, but decided against it so he could really savor this fantastic dream.

As he neared Mason’s bent over body, he crouched down onto the balls of his feet and attempted to pry open the teen’s phat ass cheeks himself, but was running into some trouble.

“Mr. Grimshaw, do you think you could help me out here?” Cross asked over his shoulder to the quiet, dark-skinned wrestler sitting a couple desks over.

The teen hopped out of his chair and wordlessly helped out, gripping each cheek with two large hands to pull them apart as Cross stared at Rhoades’ delectable pink jockpussy. Although it seemed like the silent teen was bored with what was going on, the more than easily-seen erection tenting the front of his shorts made it obvious that this was having an effect on him.

“Thank you Mr. Grimshaw, but if you could just lube this up for me.”

“Sure.” Mason moaned lowly at the deep, vibrating gruffness of Grimshaw’s voice.

Grimshaw spit onto the black plug, before doing it again until the short rounded cylinder was slick with his own saliva.

Cross was satisfied and without warning jammed the plug deep into Mason’s wet, hot gripping insides, which easily took the length of the buttplug until it was firmly secure within him.

“AH SHIT!” Mason yelled, but was quickly silenced by the black teen smacking his large ass--leaving a red handprint on the right ass cheek. Mason shot the hulking Adonis an annoyed glare, but received a blank stare in return.

“What the fuck is that dude’s problem?!” Mason thought to himself, he knew little about Duke Grimshaw, a 4th year just like him, but thought he was a bit of a weirdo despite being extremely good-looking, though not as good-looking as himself.

Before the teen went back to his seat, Cross patted him on his bulky shoulder with a swift and short, “Thank you Mr. Grimshaw.”

“Now Rhoades, hopefully this will teach you to make it to class on time.” With that Cross returned back behind the desk, grabbing the discarded book and silently reading it.

Mason sat back in his chair, tensing up at the already building dull vibration keeping his hard cock hard and tried to focus on anything else. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be any good and the last thought to go through Mason’s head, before everything became clouded with arousal was:

Today’s going to be really fucking long…

UP NEXT: CH. 3!

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Hope you enjoyed Ch. 2, leave any comments of appreciation, constructive criticism, or general questions below and I’ll respond back as quickly as possible. Ch. 3 will follow the wrestler named "Grimshaw" and his adventures as a teenage vigilante, so stay tuned for more!

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 3 - Duke
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Wizard Academy for Gifted Young Men

Duke exhaled slowly, trying his best to ignore the persistent wedgie running up in between the two solid basketball-sized mounds of ass meat sticking out like a shelf in the plastered on lycra wrestling singlet. It was a couple sizes too small for him, due to an unfortunate dryer machine accident caused by Coach Edwards. And coupled with that was how sweaty Duke had gotten over the past hour, but thankfully he wasn’t the only wrestler in the training area that was suffering as spread out were other hunks attempting to remain slightly decent in the tight, sheer--basically see through fabric they wore.

Duke glanced to the right and saw that half of Brandon Ballantine’s uncut cock was hanging out of a pant leg; he had to force himself to focus on the slimmer but still muscled wrestler crouched in the “attack” position opposite him. But still he couldn’t get the image of precum beading up on the hooded tip of Brandon’s dick out of his head.

Nope! Gotta focus here, can’t get bogged down with images of dicks, precum, and sucking Brandon until he hoses down the inside of my mouth with that creamy--Goddamn it! Stop Duke, control yourself! Duke yelled at himself before quickly grabbed at the lycra over his crotch, readjusting the growing hard on.

Instead he willed himself to focus on his sparring partner, whose brownish-green eyes seemed to be brimming with excitement and curiosity about the night of action Duke had experienced.

“So, what happened after you noticed the guys trying to rob that old man?” Robbie questioned.

Duke grunted in response, a clear tell that he didn’t want to discuss his nightly activities as a superpowered vigilante.

“Come on Duke, I mean I tell you every time I either fuck someone or they fuck me, like last night I sucked off Brandon at dinner with his parents. So I think the least you can do is spill a little for your old pal Robbie, yeah?” The curly brunette-haired beefcake named Robbie Reed, had been friends with Duke for many years and had gotten good at using the classic technique of repeated annoyance to convince Duke.

“Wait? You sucked off Brandon?” Duke was surprised despite Robbie being a huge slut with a bottomless appetite for cum. He glanced back over to the guy in question, watching as he easily overpowered and pinned Song Yi to the mat, but only after cheating and giving the buff Korean American hunk a pinch to his admittedly oversensitive pink nipples.

“Yeah, but tell me about last night, I want to know realllllyyyyy bad!”

Duke relented with a deep sigh, “Fine dude but only if it’ll get you to shut the fuck up for a little bit and you better tell me about that dinner with Brandon later.”

Robbie smirked and pumped his fist in victory.

“Ok so, after I saw that the three guys were beating and manhandling the old guy, I crept through the shadows of the dark alleyway and surprised them--”

“With a cool one-liner?” Robbie interjected.

“No!” Duke whisper-yelled back, trying to hold back his annoyance at Robbie and keep a low profile at the same time. He didn’t want to draw the attention of anyone else, especially Head Coach Reyes.

He glanced around the room, not taking long to find the Coach, who was distracted with helping a wrestler correct his form. Duke admired the older man, who was less of a man and more of a behemoth towering over everyone else in the entire school; he had to be at least close to 7 feet tall, not intimidating because of his height but because he was covered in muscles. It wasn’t like those disgustingly roided-out bodybuilders, but it was definitely close.

Every part of his body, every muscle group seemed to strain not just against the small tight clothes he wore, but against his skin--Robbie one time remarked that it seemed like if someone poked him with a needle, he would pop like a balloon. Football-sized biceps covered in tattoos that raced up and down his arms, thick robust thighs, and watermelon-sized pecs that jutted out like firm boobs.

Coach Reyes screamed dominance and Duke could sometimes hardly resist not looking at the man, forcing himself to look away but sometimes finding himself, or getting embarrassingly caught by Coach that he was staring at the man’s chest or ass. Duke might’ve had a very round ass that was pure fat with a layer of muscle, Reyes’ ass was two globes of pure beef and they seemed like they could bend steel.

Even now, Duke had to force himself to turn his gaze from the man, before he was caught again and went back to his story, clearing his throat which he found to be very dry.

“I…I surprised them with a roundhouse kick to the biggest dude’s scarred face, he then bumped into the other dude and while everyone was confused, I sucker punched the third one and knocked him out cold.”

“The other two were so surprised and off their game, they remained tangled up with one another on the ground of the alley. It almost looked like they were fucking or something.”

“Fuck dude! That’s awesome!” Robbie stopped crouching and straightened his back some, moving his hand down to stroke at the growing bulge in his crotch.

Duke noticed immediately what was happening and responded appropriately, “Are you getting off on this dude?!”

“No, keep going.” Robbie replied with a chuckle, although the hand over his crotch never stopped moving.

“Fucking hell, okay, so after I knocked that guy clean out I turned my focus on the other two were starting to get to their feet. I moved quickly and grabbed a round metal garbage can that I noticed, flinging it towards the shorter of the two.”

“Mmm fuck, what did the shorter guy look like?” Robbie asked, his hand moving a lot quicker than before.

“Um, well, he had piercings all over his face, but he was around your size. Wore a mesh tanktop, dirty leather jacket, and black skinny jeans, I think."

“I bet they were so tight you could see every inch of his tree trunk thighs through the sheer denim…did he have a big muscle butt too?” Robbie mumbled, his teeth were biting his lower lip hard as he imagined himself doing whatever to the burly criminal.

“I mean I guess…he definitely had some perky pecs, I could see them bulging through his tanktop and I think he had nipple piercings too.”

“Oh fuck yeah! So fucking hot!” Robbie was really stroking his dick now, Duke could even see a growing spot of precum on the front of the white singlet.

Ok that’s it! Duke thought and went straight for his distracted friend, wrapping his arms around Robbie’s middle, twisting the both of them around and before they landed onto the thick mat.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Robbie exclaimed before grunting as his erection was firmly pressed into the mat, grinding against the soft slick rubber.

“I’m tired of you weirdly getting off on this dude, also Coach could’ve been looking over here and I don’t want to get on his bad side again.” Duke reminded Robbie.

Duke didn’t have to say much, the mental gif of Coach Reyes’ rugged face turning from a forehead wrinkling confused shock into an angered, disappointing mix of realization at what they were doing to each other was burned into Robbie’s brain. Those almost golden-colored eyes burning a hole into Robbie’s own, making goosebumps form over his skin.

“Despite the fact that I’m 100% sure that Coach had a stiffie in his pants, when he found us in that closet 69-ing,” Robbie retorted back with a smirk that slightly faltered as he kept going. “You’re right, I don’t want that to happen again but you have to at least finish the story up, okay?”

“Fine, but no more jerking off.”

Robbie nodded and Duke continued with the story.

“Ok so the lid went flying right into the pierced nipples dude and I definitely broke his nose, because while he tried and failed to land a hit on me, blood was just gushing from that busted up thing the entire time.” Duke chuckled.

Although Duke didn’t like to talk about being a superhero, he was really getting into the story and was almost on the same level of excitement as Robbie was.

“What about the old man?”

“Oh dude, he was kinda amazed but also still pretty scared, I think he was hoping that I would leave him alone too.” Duke replied.

“Cool man, keep going.” Robbie was, at this point, slowly grinding his crotch into the rubber mat but also humping back against Duke’s own black python. Despite the half-hearted promise Robbie made with his best buddy, he couldn’t help but lie having decided that Duke would get caught up in the details of the story to not notice a thing.

“Well while I was fighting the shorter dude--who we’ll call Pete for now--the first guy that I kicked earlier caught me by surprise and tackled me into Pete.”

“Fuck really?” Robbie said, the thrusts of his hips getting just a bit faster.

“Yeah.” Duke replied, not noticing that Robbie’s perky muscle butt felt really good pressed firmly against his dick.

“But then something a little weird happened and well it was kinda embarrassing…”

“What Duke? What happened?” Robbie was really curious now and assumed that whatever Duke was leaving out would really make him blow.

Of course, Duke was hesitant to keep going out of worry of activating the dark, dirty side of Robbie, but Duke continued on with the story, ignoring all common sense.

“Ok so you know where my powers come from right? The glowing metal ring I wear around my dick?”

“The cock ring you mean?” Robbie interjected.

“It’s not a fucking cock ring, it’s a probably mystical ring that I put around…my dick…and…fine it’s a fucking cock ring.” Duke agreed in annoyance.

Robbie just chuckled and did a brief rotating motion with his ass, causing Duke’s cock to stir beneath the singlet and twitch violently, but he still didn’t notice.

“Anyways, when I got tackled into Pete my dick ripped a hole in my costume and it flopped right out and into the guy’s mouth.”

“Fuck! Did you bust in his mouth?”

“You know I can’t when I have the thing on dude, but I definitely think I fucked the guy’s face for at least a couple minutes.” Duke said, letting out a soft grunt as Robbie grinded firmly up against his stiff dick.

“Did he choke on it?” Robbie asked with a lick of his lips and a wink as he said the word “it”.

“Ohhh fuck yeah!” Duke replied accordingly with a hard thrust back into Robbie’s toned glutes.

“His face was turning purple and every time I tried to get up, and release my dick from his mouth, the other asshole behind me kept forcing me back down into his throat, although to be honest bro I didn’t really care.” Robbie knew once “bro” left Duke’s mouth that his buddy was pretty horned up and it only took a little bit of teasing to get what he wanted from him.

“I think he had a piercing on his tongue--and fuck man! Every time it grazed the underside of my shaft, I wanted to feed him my spunk so bad, fuck!” Duke exclaimed, roughly thrusting again into Robbie’s backside.

“You want to get out of here bro?” Duke asked and without waiting for Robbie’s reply, quickly scrambled to his feet and effortlessly hoisted Robbie up by the back of the singlet.

Before the two horned up wrestlers could sneak away, obvious erections tenting the front of their taut singlets, a voice rang out in the musky, humid training area: “HEY! Where are you two going, practice isn’t over yet?”

Duke internally sighed, not even turning to see who had called after them, already knowing that it was Walker Truong--the bane of his existence since joining the wrestling team years ago.

“Walker, I know you’re the team captain now and you think that it gives you the power to boss the rest of us around,” Duke remarked at the brawny Vietnamese 4th year. “But Robbie here was feeling a little light-headed and I was helping him to get a drink of water.”

Walker clearly didn’t believe Duke, knowing that the two smart-asses were probably going to fuck in the locker room or some closet again, had his large pale white corded arms crossed over his bare bulging chest. He had slipped the top half of the singlet off of his sweaty torso and although he was trying to suppress his pecs, it instead created a “push-up bra” effect and the two perky man tits spilled over with big pink hard nubs the size of silver dollars pointing downwards.

Despite Walker's good looks he was a total douchebag, meaning that Duke wouldn't be getting into his pants, and to go the extra mile, every time Walker opened his big dumb mouth with those pink puffy lips that probably would feel good wrapped around Duke's cock, all of the shit that he spewed out of it ruined any future chance of them fucking.

Duke was getting irritated by the impromptu staring contest and really wanted Robbie to wrap those hot soft lips around the reckless monster in between his legs.

“So can we go now or are you gonna stare at my dick all day?” Duke asked, making Walker fluster and stutter out a half-thought out retort.

“W-w-what?! No, I wasn’t s-staring at your…dick dude…that’s gross!”

“You don’t sound completely sure.” Duke teased with an amused grin.

“Shut up! Get the fuck out of here, but if you’re not back in 5 minutes, I’m telling Reyes.” Walker vowed.

“We will and don’t get your thong in a bunch, we’ll be back before you can blow your load to mental pictures of my dick stuffed up your ass.” Duke countered, before wrapping his arm around Robbie’s waist and quickly rushing them towards the locker rooms.

Walker was red in the face after that final remark from Duke, but quickly hid the growing erection in his singlet and returned to his sparring partner, however not before stealing a peek at Duke’s bouncing butt. Although Walker despised Duke with all of his being, deep down there was a small locked away part of himself that wanted to rim the probably tight, hairless dark brown jockpussy in between those phat as fuck ass cheeks.

But that would of course mean sucking up to that prick Grimshaw, in order to get a taste and Walker would be damned if he had to go through that, so instead he decided to get out his sexual frustrations on his partner, rutting and dry humping the dude’s meaty ass until he grunted and came into his singlet.

END OF PT. 1

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 3 Pt. 2 - Duke
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Coach Reyes' Office

“This is a really bad idea bro.” Duke uttered in between guttural groans as Robbie easily slurped down all 9 and a half inches.

Duke gripped the back of Robbie’s curly brown hair firmly as he forced him to remain around the thick, girthy root of his cock, effectively cutting off all air supply. Fortunately, he relented after Robbie gave one of his abs a quick, panicked series of taps.

Robbie pulled back leaving only a couple spit strands connecting his rosy red lips to the purple, angry-looking cockhead still spewing precum at a great volume.

“I…I mean you have to admit that this is pretty hot right?” Robbie breathlessly responded back to Duke’s nervous thoughts, while gesturing around the cluttered office space that Coach Reyes had to work with.

Despite the wrestling team of Wizard Academy being very good at what they do, the world-renowned prestigious academy which was directly funded by Adrian Wizard, was unable to give the head wrestling coach a bigger office. Instead, forcing the burly man to share the tiny office with his assistant coach. Coach Reyes constantly bumping into Coach Edwards, whenever he wanted to pull a water bottle from the mini fridge to the right of the metal desk. The only other pieces of furniture in the room were three chairs circling a round coffee table and a glass display case opposite the chairs. Inside were framed photos of the wrestling team throughout the years that Reyes had coached them. Underneath the photos, on the second to last shelf, was Reyes’ old college wrestling singlet with the name “REYES” in big golden lettering across the back and his comically big crotch protection cup.

Paintings of barely clothed wrestlers entangled with one another were scattered around the room’s walls, along with professionally shot photos of men wrestling, covered in oil and obviously aroused by the hard members throbbing through their singlets.

Duke tried his best to focus on the erotic positives of fucking and sucking in a teacher’s office, while overlooking the numerous rules that him and Robbie were breaking right there and the probable suspensions heading their way, but all of that anxiety was beginning to take over. Robbie noticed that it was clearly obvious on Duke’s face that he wasn’t entirely into this idea and decided to nip all of that in the bud.

Robbie engulfed the entirety of Duke’s cock down his hungry gullet, pushing through the burning pain in his jaw as he sank deeper around every thick, veiny dark brown inch. He only stopped until his nose pressed firmly against Duke’s cleanly shaved and well maintained crotch, breathing in his best friend’s distinct musky, earthy-smell. Robbie wished he could bottle the smell up as a cologne and wear it around, but didn’t want to risk weirding Duke out any more than usual.

Robbie increased the suction around the veiny, dark brown pole stuffed so deep that it was pressed firmly against the back of his throat. Then he began to twist his mouth around Duke’s member, drawing a deep resounding groan from the beefy wrestler.

Like magic, Duke’s anxious thoughts were wiped from his head and all that remained was the inherent need to get his rocks off. He moaned deeply and huskily replied, “Yeah just like that bro…so fucking amazing…”

Everything Duke was doing made Robbie swell with pride and caused feelings hidden away by the hunky brunette to rise to the surface. Well, actually, anytime Duke stuffed himself deep into Robbie’s tight smooth jock pussy or brutally face fucked those pink lips that they would be puffy for a week, before eventually pulling out and spraying either on Robbie’s stomach, back, or face, Robbie felt butterflies in his stomach.

Robbie would never reveal to his best friend, but if Duke ever-- just slightly--wanted to make their fuck buddies arrangement into something more serious, Robbie wouldn’t hesitate for a second to cross that line. But the thought of ruining their long lasting friendship for something that might not even last a month at least, always made Robbie hesitant…and well of course, there was also the fact that Duke was dating this snobby prick named Javier.

The mere thought of the mustached man’s shiteating smirk almost pulled Robbie out of the raunchy mood that the two teen jocks were in, but Robbie just couldn’t bear seeing the two together in any capacity. Not only were they a decade apart in age, but Duke always turned so lovey-dovey when they talked over the phone, while not-so subtly readjusting himself as Javier probably huskily whispered something perverted into the phone. It all made Robbie want to throw himself out of a window, but Robbie was determined to not let any of these aggravating thoughts ruin their fuck session and turned his focus back onto Duke.

Or more specifically Duke’s physical eroticism.

He wasn't even joking about that either. If Duke wasn’t completely focused on academics and wrestling, Robbie knew that his best friend could easily secure any modeling gig within the city with his height at 6’2, a stocky muscular physique built up over the years which also made him one of the more heavyweight guys on the team.

Robbie rubbed his hands up and down Duke’s muscled torso, letting his fingers give his bro’s nipples a quick tug and flick. All of the fat that Duke had gained from his carb heavy diets either went into his perky pecs, his thighs, or that big fat bubble butt on his backside.

Every guy on the team could admit that they had stolen a couple glances or literally just watched as Duke changed in and out of his singlet before and after practice, just the sight of his plump and phat brown asscheeks--which were definitely the size of someone’s head--could make even the straightest guy throw a boner.

Some of the guys even stroked themselves off in the shower or even right there in the locker room, sitting on a bench while they brought themselves to the animated mental image of Duke’s asscheeks jiggling from the slightest motion. Robbie only got a few chances to taste the hidden dark brown jockpussy that Duke kept silky smooth in between the two mountains he sported, but he treasured them.

Thank god for those endless squats and glute workouts that he did… Robbie happily mused.

“FUCK!” Duke groaned loudly as while Robbie twirled his tongue around the sensitive tip of the massive dick he had halfway down his throat, he began to wiggle the wet tip of his tongue against Duke’s deep piss slit--an extra sensitive area which had him respond accordingly.

Lifting his thighs up off of Coach Reyes’ desk, he aggressively thrusted deeper into Robbie’s velvety throat, assuring that he would leave a bruise although to be honest, neither of them would really care at the end of the blowjob.

Robbie pulled back off of Duke’s dick with a resounding pop, wrapping his two hands around the throbbing shaft to give Duke some quick strokes.

SLAP SLAP SMACK

Duke’s hefty balls were covered in sweat and smacked up against the bottom of Robbie’s hand as he gave Duke a good dick workout. Precum flew all over Robbie’s pouty pink lips, coating them in the shiny, sticky fluid, which Robbie licked off.

“O-oh…s-shit bro! I think if you keep that up…fucking hell…I’m going to burst…” Duke groaned, his rapid thrusts into Robbie’s fists slowed down--a telltale sign to Robbie that his friend was right there at the point of no return.

In response, Robbie grabbed Duke’s cum-filled ballsack and gave it just a tight enough squeeze that it stopped the beefcake’s impending orgasm, but didn’t hurt him too much and instead drew a low groan of discomfort from Duke.

“Not so fast my stacked friend, this isn’t over just yet.” Robbie stated with a mischievous glint in his light brown-greenish eyes, which made Duke internally groan because he had a slight idea what Robbie planned on doing to him.

Right as Robbie began to open his mouth and gobble up Duke’s cock, Duke froze when he heard the easily recognizable squeak of the locker room door being opened. Duke’s heart rate began to race, but Robbie attempted to calm him down, “Chill dude, it’s probably just Walker wanting to get a peek of what he’s missing out on, heh he might even rub one out watching us.”

“That doesn’t make me any less nervous about this, I told you it was a bad idea but of course I got distracted with my dick like an idiot!” Duke angrily whispered to Robbie, but still thrusted his hips towards Robbie’s lips.

“Well let me take your mind off of it…” Robbie remarked and without waiting for another nervous comment from Duke, engulfed the entire massive tool back down his throat without even a single gag, which immediately drew Duke back in.

There we go big boy, just let me drain your sack and your nerves. Robbie mused to himself.

While Robbie bobbed up and down over Duke’s crotch, light slurping and sucking filling the room, someone secretly watched them through the window.

Coach Reyes just wanted to quickly, quietly rub one out, while he had the chance with the students distracted by Coach Edwards’ more than necessary glute exercises. He didn’t blame the horny hormonal teens even a little bit, because he too caught himself staring holes into the fresh out of college himbo’s cakes and even jerked off to some intense fantasies of himself drilling a large hole into the man’s probably soft, smooth pink pussy.

Anyways, as he strolled into the locker room, planning on watching a couple JockHole XXX videos that a friend of his sent him last night and depositing a couple half pint loads into a waste basket, he came across something that both frustrated and aroused him.

Duke Grimshaw and Robbie Reed--3rd year students and two of the best wrestlers on the team--fooling around in his office which seemed to be an increasingly common thing to happen. More common was the amount of times that the older behemoth of a man caught them in the act, it almost seemed like the two teens wanted Coach Reyes to catch them. Usually he warned them not to do it again and as they left, nursed a case of blue balls and came all over his desk, floor, and clothes thinking about being included in their little “fuck sessions”.

Although Reyes thought of himself as a person who respected the “student-teacher” relationship, keeping everything professional and not letting anything get too out of hand, he had on very rare occasions crossed boundaries and let a student or two attempt to tame the beast barely hidden in his shorts.

From what he had witnessed on multiple occasions, Robbie was a very skilled cocksucker able to effortlessly take Duke’s impressively-sized dick and switch from cock to cock during a bukkake-ending blowjob circle that Reyes walked into a few months ago. No matter how many times he jerked off, he could never get that gooey image out of his head. If anyone had a chance to swallow the entirety of his 15 inch long, extra beefy cock, it had to be Robbie and Reyes wouldn’t mind shutting the mouthy kid up. While he never witnessed any cocksucking skills that Duke might have had, he could just imagine how tight the kid’s dark brown pussy had to be and he really wanted to break him in.

Reyes thought about interrupting the two, maybe even offering up the chance for the two jocks to go a couple rounds on helping him out with his urgent problem, but instead just remained quiet--hiding behind a locker holding extra uniforms and headgear and just watched.

SLURP SLURRRRPPPPP SUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!

Robbie’s mouth went into overdrive, so much so that the back of his throat hurt, his jaw ached with a dull pain, and he was for sure going to have that “I just sucked a big dick last night” look to his lips. But Robbie didn’t care at all as he wanted to give Duke the best blowjob he had ever had, though hopefully one better than Javier would ever attempted.

Duke began to talk dirty, turning on not just Robbie but Coach Reyes too who had slipped both of his hands underneath the extra tight waistband on his mesh shorts and was already working on blowing a load into them.

“Yeah fucking take my cock you big fucking jock slut…gonna make you fucking choke on my seed bro!”

Robbie replied but it was obviously muffled, but Reyes assumed that he said: “Yeah, fucking rape my throat, you stud!”

God he’s such a hungry cum slut, I need to try out that velvet throat myself one day. Reyes thought with lust.

“I’m going to bro, fuck!” Duke could feel his balls tighten as cum began to surge up his dick, sweat dripped down his shaking body as he went over the edge--Robbie’s tongue dancing along the underside of his thumping joystick.

“I’M FUCKING CUMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!!!” Duke yelled as the edged loads came firing out of his piss slit and down Robbie’s hungry gullet.

SPLURT SPLURT SPLUUUURRRRTTTTTT!!!

Robbie tried his best to swallow it all down, remaining completely still as Duke shuddered in ecstasy and pumped load after thick, musky, creamy load into the cum deposit that was Robbie’s stomach. Robbie counted to himself exactly 11 protein-filled loads that Duke fired off, along with the three leftover ones that he thankfully spurted all over Robbie’s happily awaiting tongue.

He was glad to get a taste of that backed up spunk and was just about to slurp it down, like he had done with the rest when he felt Duke grab him by the back of his neck and pull him upwards.

“Wait Robbie, let me try some of that…” Duke uttered before latching his lips around Robbie’s and in Reyes’ opinion, sharing one of the nastiest, raunchiest kisses that he had ever seen.

While Duke cumming into Robbie’s mouth brought him close to drenching his shorts in cum, the kiss pushed him over the edge and a gallon’s worth of rich splooge filled up the crotch of the man’s pants, running down his insanely muscular thighs and onto his socks. The smell of cum and sex was intense, making Reyes lightheaded although that could’ve been because of the accident he just caused.

The two locked lips and traded cummy spit for a couple moments, breathing heavily as they both broke the intense kiss--strings of what Duke jizzed out still keeping them connected along with an intense stare. Robbie couldn’t help the rush of romantic feelings as they forced themselves to the surface while staring into Duke’s dreamy half open dark brown eyes and he had to look away, unless he wanted to blurt something out that would ruin the mood.

Fortunately, Duke didn’t notice a thing and instead remembered where they were as post-nut clarity set in. He removed himself from the grip that Robbie had him in and began to pick up his wrestling singlet, slipping it on quickly, “Ok dude…I think we should head back before Reyes or anyone else notices…”

Robbie just nodded his head, pulling his own singlet back up his body as he had it pulled halfway off of his body beforehand, while helping Duke resecure and adjust large bait and tackle back into the tight lycra. Although Duke’s dick grew soft, it was still pretty noticeable underneath the material as was Robbie’s own erection which strained against the singlet, trapped there.

As the two teens got dressed, pulling their singlets back on and making sure that they didn’t seem like they had just finished another fuck session, Reyes slowly crept backwards towards the door of the locker room, until it came bursting open as wrestlers streamed in. Walker led the pack, his sweat-shined pale white muscle tits were on show.

“Hey Coach, where did you run off to?” Walker asked, surprise on his face as the older man could be usually found helping Coach Edwards cleaning up.

Reyes was breathing a little hard, but quickly collected himself and said back to Walker with gruffness, “Talking to Grimshaw and Reed, nothing to concern yourself with Truong.”

He passed by the young wrestler, who couldn’t help but breathe in the thick intoxicating musk that radiating off of the coach in waves; embarrassingly making Walker instantly sport a hard on which tented his sweaty singlet.

Duke and Robbie sauntered out of Reyes’ office, heading towards the shower like everyone else, but Duke paused briefly to say something to his “nemesis.”

“Happy to see me Walker, or would you rather like to watch me walk away?” Duke chuckled.

Walker wasn’t no time to reply back, “Shut the fuck up!” Sitting down to try and cover up his erection and save some face, groaning when he realized that he was leaking precum.

“Ok, just don’t poke me in the showers.”

Duke stripped out of his singlet fairly easily, his ass cheeks jiggling like crazy which Walker watched with amazement, despite seeing this happen every single day after practice. When Duke finished, he draped a towel over his back and walked into the showers steam flowing out.

Walker remained on the bench trying his best to focus on something that wouldn’t keep his dick standing to attention, then realized what was on Robbie’s face. Clear as day, a large glob of viscous cum barely hanging onto his chin. Walker couldn’t help himself and wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking the six inch rod feverishly until, not a few minutes later, blasting ropes of watery jizz all over his perky chest, abs, and hand.

He slowly stroked up and down a couple more times, getting the rest out of his system, then wiped his hand off on a nearby discarded singlet and walked--covered in his seed--into the showers with everyone else. Walker acting like nothing else even happened, letting the hot water wash away evidence of what he just did although a couple other wrestlers still noticed and smirked to themselves.

END OF PT. 2

STAY TUNED FOR: CHAPTER 4

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[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 4 - Duke​

A Rooftop Somewhere

With a leg hiked up onto the building’s brick ledge and the ring being tightly gripped in his right hand, Duke’s thoughts were on the city as he glanced out across the various rooftops and streetlight-lit roads of Stone Heights. The neighborhood wasn’t as crime-ridden as Oldtown or Portes, but Duke knew that someone shouldn’t be walking around at night by themselves.

Duke knew that he couldn’t be a hero like Flyby or Scorch, diverting crashing planes, and preventing disasters, but instead doing good deeds where they mattered the most and letting it all snowball together. It was his hope that maybe the people living in “the Stone” could feel just a little bit safer from what he would do, and despite knowing that the task would be difficult and take a while, Duke was determined to use the powers he got from the ring to good use.

Duke stepped back from the edge and slipped off his jockstrap as the ring gave off an vibrating buzz, tossing the discarded underwear into a black and red duffel--one side was embroidered with a white solid “WA Wrestling” logo, which he always brought along with him for these nightly incursions. Without the jock, Duke was left in the buff with only the dim moonlight casted on his dark brown, athletic physique.

Duke brought the small dull gray object as it glowed a faint orange yellow towards the soft seven inches hanging heavily over his cum-filled balls. Although the size of the ring clearly couldn’t fit around Duke’s thick girth, it mysteriously increased in circumference, until it was perfect for Duke to securely wear around his dick. Still the glow and the size changes weren’t the strangest thing for Duke when it came to the ring.

If anything it had to be the vibrations and beating pulses, almost like a heartbeat that made Duke believe that it was alive. Both Duke and Robbie were clueless on the origins of the ring, Duke believed that the ring was of alien origin, but Robbie theorized that the ring was a mystical item. But both knew that the ring was powerful and had to be kept a secret, no matter what.

Right as he was about to slip the ring on, his phone loudly buzzed and chirped bringing him out of his focused headspace.

What the fuck? Duke thought, snatching up his phone from the duffel bag as the lock screen showed a smiling photo of his Uncle Joshua. Quickly, Duke answered the phone.

“Hey Unc, sorry about not--” Duke said swiftly but was just as swiftly cut off by his uncle.

“D!? Jesus fucking christ, I’m glad you’re okay. You don’t know how close I was to calling the police. Where are you? Are you with Robbie or Jamal maybe?” Question after question was yelled into Duke’s ear, who had to pull the phone back and away from his head, before saying something back.

“Everything’s alright,” Duke said, trying his best to come up with a believable lie. “I was with Robbie and my phone died…and no one had a charger so---”

“Duke, Duke, Duke. It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re alright and not…you know.” Joshua interrupted again, but this time with a sigh.

The ring vibrated in Duke’s hand, but he tried his best to ignore it.

“Yeah, I’ll be home tomorrow evening if that’s okay?”

“Sure D, but let me know when you get to school and when you leave, maybe if I get off of my shift early we can go out to eat somewhere.”

Duke smirked and ruffled his hair with a free hand, “Maybe that Indian place in East Beach?”

Joshua chuckled in response, “Of course…oh!”

The ring buzzed again, although this time with some intensity, but Duke was able to reply with a “What?”

“I forgot to let you know that you got a weekend appointment--Saturday at 11:30 with Dr. De Luca.”

“Oh ok, but I got to go now, Robbie is calling for me in the other room. He wants me to watch this new movie he found, so I gotta deal with that.”

“No problem D, I love you, bye.”

“Love you too, bye.” And with that the call ended, although the ring continued to buzz and vibrate away.

Duke sighed, pocketing the phone back into the duffel bag.

He always felt bad, lying to his uncle, but knew that he was ultimately protecting him from the chaotic life of a superhero and whatever kind of enemies he would make, sooner or later.

Let’s do this… And with that final thought, Duke slid the ring down his veiny shaft, until he felt the smooth metallic surface rubbing up against his closely-shaved pubes. He waited for a moment for the transformation to being, having not yet gotten completely used to the process.

Another moment passed and nothing, Duke shifted on his feet and then---

A surge of intense, tingly, bone-chilling, but at the same time red hot adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream that made curled his toes, made goosebumps form, his nipples went stiff and now stuck out like two thumbs on his pecs, the once flaccid appendage in between his muscular thighs was rock hard and throbbing.

He groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, each sound coming out as a deep growl that made him even harder--he was loving every second of the transformation.

“Fuck…” He growled as the feeling of the transformation was a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure, and Duke was loving it.

His bones stretched and grew, muscles flexed and expanded in size as they became more corded and veiny; he went from looking like an above-average wrestler to a bodybuilder, although not even close to Coach Reyes’ levels.

Duke’s arms, biceps, lats, arms, and gut all became bigger--the overall muscle mass of his physique increased within moments. The once six-pack abs were an eight-pack now, but however impressive and cut they looked was being greatly overshadowed by the two mounds of muscle tit flesh above.

His perky pecs were meatier, bulkier with engorged areolas and nipples an inch and a half thick, sticking out from the beefy mounds like thumbs. He raised his hands up and gave them a slight flick, instantly yelping and falling to the ground; they were sensitive as fuck and his dick responded to all of the tantalizing sensations, Duke didn’t think that his dick could get any harder.

The phat, perfectly round bubble butt on his behind doubled in size, jutting out even further and looked like a perfect mix of grotesque plastic surgery and natural genetics. His waist was tight and thin, giving him an hourglass figure and that look was amplified by the sheer incredible size of the teen’s muscular thunder thighs.

The final phase of the transformation was most definitely Duke’s favorite, because it would be the closest to actually cumming that he would get. The first time he experienced his dick increasing, not just in size, but also length was incredibly weird and intense. It felt like an invisible force was at the same time tugging and blowing his cock up with air.

He tried his best to look past his hanging muscle tits, while his erection grew before his very eyes with every passing second. Quickly going from the previous, though still superb 9.5 inches to a staggering 12 inches--a fucking foot long precum spewing sausage. Duke had to wait for a few moments, before he could stand back up onto his feet as the ecstasy of everything washed over him.

I want to cum so FUCKING bad! He thought with clear need.

His unbelievably large cock swung in between his corded, muscular legs along with a low-hanging, apple-sized pair of balls that were definitely overfilled with thick, dense cum. A big vein ran up the underside of his newly transformed cock, ending right before the cherry red cockhead--exposed by the pulled back foreskin.

Then before Duke could do anything else, the ring vibrated again but a lot more intensely, sending it directly to his taint but most importantly to the tight little knot deep within his hole.

He moaned like a bitch in heat, throwing his head back as he uncontrollably let loose a big viscous squirt of precum onto the gravel.

Then, right before the whole transformation was finally over, an orange and red leather harness with black studs all over instantly shot out of the ring, wrapping tightly around Duke’s augmented physique; one wrapped around his slender waist creating a belt, while the others formed an “A” across his chest. The leather straps felt cool and rubbed against his oversensitive nipples making it feel like someone was constantly teasing and keeping him on edge.

Duke looked over himself, flexing the transformed muscles on his new body, making his hands into fists and watching the veins pop almost out of his dark brown skin; he almost didn’t want to touch the low hanging appendage--which looked more like a third leg but couldn’t resist. He could easily grip the beast, and if he absolutely tried, could definitely suck himself off. That perverted idea made him smirk and his balls churn.

He jumped onto the brick ledge of the building once more, looking out across the rooftops and streets of the neighborhood, but this time was able to see perfectly with his newfound powers. Turning his head and focusing onto the tiniest sounds, he heard a tussle happening at least three blocks away to the east and it definitely sounded like someone was in trouble.

Cracking his neck and stretching his muscles, he leaped off of the building thinking to himself, Time for Apex to go to work.

END OF PART 1

Sorry folks about the delay, life and work have really been kicking my ass lately, but I'll be posting pt. 1, 2, and 3 (it's a big chapter lol!) of Ch. 4 early tonight for everyone! So hopefully that makes up for the late post.

 

[SkyLarkin]

PART 2

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3 Hours Later

Duke grunted softly as he effortlessly leaped the gap between two buildings, landing on his hands and feet before taking off to jump again to the next building.

He was having a pretty productive night, having stopped a handful of robberies--most of which were at a chain of convenience stores, while the last couple were local offices. The would-be robbers were both completely surprised and aroused at seeing this overly-muscular vigilante, barely clothed with his dick swinging all out. It was definitely a sight to see and no one’s dick was soft, after being quickly defeated by Duke.

The biggest and scariest looking ones offered their numbers to the strapping hero, which made Duke chuckle as he thought back to it.

Not only would the bad guys he stopped be turned on by his presence, but so would the innocent citizens he helped out. Instantly thinking of this very nerdy looking teen he met earlier that night, who hugged him tight and began to grind into his body, eventually doing it so much that the teen brought himself to a messy climax. Duke wished he could've fucked the teen, but knew that the ring wouldn’t let him empty his balls unless he took it off. But that would mean risking his secret identity which was an automatic no-no.

Right as he landed onto another building’s roof, he snapped his head to the side hearing some unusual sounds.

It sounds like more than one person, maybe two or three--no it was definitely two people. I hope it’s a fight and not a struggle… Duke picked apart the noise, pausing long enough to hear two elevated heartbeats.

He began to follow the direction that the alerting noise was coming from, getting closer to a parking garage on the corner of Worthington Road and Alvarez Ave. It was darker inside of the concrete structure, but Duke could easily see inside and spotted something happening on the second level from the top.

Suddenly, he heard someone yell out something that made him spring into action: “FUCK! OH FUCK! STOP--DON’T--STOP-- AHHHHH!!!”

Duke steeled himself and ran like a blur up the spiral ramp, following the smell of sweat and the sounds of grunts and skin smashing against skin. He went to turn to the left, but paused and then went right before turning back around.

Fuck, it’s the echo of this place. It’s confusing me, can't waste anymore time. Duke decided to forget using his super hearing to his advantage and instead focused on smell, realizing that the smell was getting much more intense behind him.

As he got closer, he heard a harsh smack and then aggressive whispering, “Shut up, you want someone to hear?!?”

Duke peered around a corner, seeing two men grappling against the side of a car. The taller one had a mop of curly black hair, pale white skin, and broad shoulders--although Duke could tell that he was thin underneath the all-black fit he had on. The other one, much shorter by at least a few inches, was equally as pale by his hairless white legs exposed due to his jeans being around his ankles. Duke couldn’t really tell what he looked like, but they both had dark black hair.

The other guy yelled out again as the taller one grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back, “AH FUCK--SHIT!!”

A harsh smack was followed along with a whispered “Shut up!” in an attempt to hush him up, but the smack made the shorter one shout louder.

Duke had to will himself to move forward and remove the hand that had fallen down to his crotch, rushing at the assailant and yanking hard on the collar of the man’s black denim jacket.

He threw the guy backwards on the hard concrete floor of the garage, drawing a confused and angry yell from him.

“What the--what the fuck asshole?!” He laid there on the floor, his hard dick pointing straight up.

Duke almost blanked out right there, forcing his eyes to tear away from the guy’s eight inch-long prick. The tip was dark red and wet with pre.

Grabbing the guy’s collar, bringing him up close, Duke pulled his arm back to strike at the guy, but stopped when he heard the other one yell at him from behind.

“Leave him alone, he’s my boyfriend!”

Boyfriend? Oh shit…

Duke felt like an idiot, misinterpreting what was happening and was now the flustered one.

“I’m so sorry.” He dropped the guy, who landed onto the ground with a thud.

The other guy ignored him, only rushing around Duke to make sure that his boyfriend was alright. He had pulled up his pants, although had forgotten to buckle his belt and was repeatedly having to hoist them back up as they slipped down.

“You ok, August?” He asked out of concern, crouching down beside him.

“Yeah…I’m good, just help me up Percy.” August replied, keeping his gaze on the apologetic seeming, basically nude assailant there.

Jesus Christ, this guy is built like a brick shithouse. Definitely glad Perc stepped in when he did. August thought, his anger disappeared as his gaze traveled downwards toward Duke’s massive dick.

Percy was, at first, only focused on August but now that he was fine, he had begun to notice how fucking hot the douchebag standing in front of them was.

Duke felt like shit and had the overwhelming urge to make right this wrong. He started to walk towards them, but the couple moved away still unsure of the tall dark hunk with the low hanging shaft who attacked them.

Duke paused as they did that, silently understanding that maybe it would be best if he left.

“Again…I’m sorry to the both of you--I…I just thought you needed help,” Duke gestured towards Percy, then began to rub the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed and ashamed at what he did. “I thought he was attacking you, but clearly I was wrong and I’m sorry about that.”

“I’ll go…sorry again.” Duke turned and began to walk away, but was stopped by the couple.

Although they both wouldn’t realize what was happening to their bodies, due to being in close contact with Duke, they felt an intense desire to stop their mysterious attacker from leaving. Previously, both were completely fine with him leaving them both alone, but now they had to stop him.

“Hey, don’t go.” August replied, grabbing Duke’s arm and turning him back around. “You’re cool dude, I just got a little…heated.”

Being this close to him was making August extremely hard, which was strange since he had lost most of his hard-on after whoever this guy had showed up, but it was returning with a vengeance. To make things even weirder, August had to repress a moan that was attempting to escape his throat as soon as he laid a hand on the bulky man. The same was happening to Percy, who was missing the feeling of having something long, wide, and throbbing stuffed deep into his clean-shaven asshole.

“Maybe you can apologize another way…” Percy left the rest of that open-ended, just pulling down his pants and bending over the trunk of their car, teasingly shaking his lily white ass from side to side.

Duke’s mouth almost dropped, briefly confused on this sudden turn of emotions, then realized that his “musk” was back at work.

“Uhhhh what? I’m sorry, but I can’t--nnngh fuck!” Duke was abruptly cut off by August’s sneaky fingers as they grasped his stiff left nipple, giving it a sharp pinch.

“Come onnnnnn man! I mean you flung me against the ground and then when my guy wants--no practically tells you to fuck his tight little boypussy, you’re gonna say ‘No’?” August shook his head, while stroking up and down over the bulge in his jeans--a wet spot of precum already there.

“That’s bullshit man, now you said that you’re sorry and all, but I really think what is going to solve this problem is you getting our rocks off. Now I definitely want to feel those big dick-sucking lips around my cock.”

Everything that August was saying--and doing, having gone from pinching one of his more egregious areas, to twisting and tugging on his nipple was driving Duke crazy. He tried to fight off the pleasure coursing through his body, but he began to pant with arousal as the ring around his dick vibrated madly, almost like it needed this.

Duke decided then and there to give into the pleasure and the urge to suck this lean stud off, dropping to his knees and practically ripping the front of August’s jeans clean off.

No time wasting trying to pull or get that zipper down, I need that cock in my mouth pronto! Duke had forgotten he was in this enhanced state and instead of having August’s thin, but lengthy pecker smack him in the face, it smacked into his neck.

August laughed for a brief moment, but his breath was taken away as Duke swallowed him right down to the root. Pressing his nose firmly against August’s buzzed pubes.

“Holy fucking--Jesus fuck! Goddamn bitch!!” August yelled, instinctively placing his hands on the back of Duke’s head and beginning to face fuck him.

Duke wasn’t bothered by August’s show of initiative, but instead it turned him on and decided to let August guide the direction of his superhuman mouth.

August began to pick up speed of the face fuck, Duke effortlessly taking the quick pounding against the back of his throat, while spit dribbled down his chin and onto the ground. Eventually Duke fell into a steady rhythm of slithering his tongue around August’s not so wide shaft, like he was licking a cone of swirled ice cream, when he was the furthest down the piece of meat in his mouth. But when he pulled back, he was flicking his fat wide pink tongue from side to side across August’s uncut cockhead.

Percy had begun to feel left out of the action, moving away from the car and coming to stand next to Duke and August. Not wanting his own painful erection to go without having a chance inside Duke’s mouth, he started to poke his modest uncut five inches at the side of the hunk’s head like he was begging in a perverted way.

Duke responded quickly and quietly, pulling off of August without breaking a sweat and swallowed Percy down to the bone. Then, a new routine began between all three of Duke switching back and forth, swiftly bringing the couple to an early orgasm and to make matters worse, Duke used his free hand to finger fuck the couple’s pussies at the same time.

“That’s the fucking spot…fuck.” Percy groaned followed by August.

The two urged Duke to saw a couple more thick fingers in between their cheeks and increase the pressure on their prostates. If this was kept up, Duke would’ve been fisting the two horny men if they didn’t bust in his mouth in record time.

Duke wasn’t having much trouble switching back and forth, using his superhuman reflexes to make sure neither cock was left unattended for too long, always keeping their shafts shoved deep into his warm, wet mouth.

Neither wanted the fun to end, but Duke’s mouth…and hole were unforgiving and cum hungry, needing fresh batches of the vicious creamy substance. Pulling off of Percy’s cock, his chin covered in spit and pre, he uttered out a command that August instantly followed: “FUCK ME NOW, BOY!”

Forgetting at the last second that he should probably lube up the strangely-dressed bodybuilder, August was surprised to learn that the man was already ready to go.

Fucking cum slut, probably got stuffed with cum earlier. Fuck it’s going to be hot to add to his creampie. August wanted to savor fucking this cumslut muscle man, but the second his cockhead bumped up against the stud's tight asslips, they had a mind of their own, coming alive and puckering outwards. He was pulled in instantly, going so deep into Duke's hungry cunt that he had to grab onto the hunk's hips to stop himself.

August came within milliseconds, in a frustrating, humiliating fashion ruining his plans to draw this out.

“Nooo--nngh ahhhh!!! Fuck!” August exclaimed, clearly annoyed at himself for cumming so early, but decided to let it happen and enjoyed the feeling of his dick being milked by Duke’s black bouncy bubble butt.

Percy wasn’t too far behind, pushing backwards onto Duke’s four fingers that were wedged deep in between his cute twinkish ass, thrusting onto them harshly, before filling Duke’s mouth with a salty load.

Duke didn’t mind the watery consistency of Percy’s cum, just happily slurping it down and continuing to suck on the guy’s now softening dick. He pulled off after a little while, but quickly grabbed onto the man’s waist when he noticed Percy’s knees wobbling, still feeling the ecstatic aftereffects of his orgasm.

August was, likewise, feeling the long-lasting effects of Duke’s magical entrance and rested against him--breathing hard with sweat formed on his brow as he counted how many muscles Duke had on his defined back. Although, it wasn’t the longest ass fucking he had been apart of, it was definitely one of the more pleasurable ones and knew that he would think back to this when he wanted to rub one out.

Duke carefully pulled off August's dick, not having to worry about leaving a trail of cum if his pussy was gaping, since superhuman durability meant that it closed back up tight, like Duke’s own natural buttplug. He ignored the soft protests from the both of them as he rose from the ground, along with the tiny vocal voice that wanted Duke to milk the couple completely dry, until they begged him to stop.

He almost gave in, but stopped himself reasoning that the night was still long and that there were people out there in need of non-dick sucking help, and added bonus, the ring’s frenzied buzzing had lessened to a dull drone of low vibrations. Still the intensity of it earlier during the impromptu spit roasting session, was borderline agonizing; having to deal with the snug sentient metal hoop basically stimulating Duke towards an orgasm that would never come.

Duke almost went to leave, but knew that the couple would be in their vulnerable state for a little while longer and decided to make sure that they wouldn’t get actually mugged or raped in the dark parking garage.

Helping August to his unsteady feet, he fished the guy’s car keys out of his jean pocket and unlooked the car door, placing him in the backseat. Then he did the same to Percy, but on the other side before making sure that the car was locked from the inside, slipping the keys back into August’s back pocket. He almost said something, but saw that the two were passed out, peacefully and softfully snoring next to each other.

Duke smiled at their cuteness, wishing he had his phone to snap a photo--but was then abruptly brought out of his distracted thoughts by numerous nearby yells with one in particular more prominent out of the rest.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! HE STOLE MY BIKE!!”

Duty calls. Duke thought, as he focused on the task at hand, leaping over the rail that encircled that level of the parking garage, landing without injury from the tall height onto the street below and running in the direction of the commotion.

END OF PART 2

 

[SkyLarkin]

Part 3

5 Minutes Later

Duke chased after the perpetrator, who had manhandled a bike and some packages from a visibly distressed delivery man, who looked less like an adult and more like a teen with large light brown eyes that were magnified by the round, thick-rimmed black glasses he wore on his round, cherub face. Those big bright eyes were welling up with tears that threatened to spill down his reddened cheeks, but surprisingly didn’t. He wore a loose-fitting green t-shirt that had his delivery company’s logo and name on it, along with some dark green cargo shorts. His short, buzzed hair was hidden by a baseball cap also sporting his employers’ logo.

It didn’t take long to chase down the guy, leaping in front of him and clotheslining the prick right off the bike, which went crashing into a pile of trash bags and cans. The grizzled, now dizzy man’s shoes came flying off and the gun--which Duke instantly noticed was empty, went skidding across the wet pavement. The man attempted to scramble for it, but Duke just easily grabbed the waistband of boxer briefs he was wearing and lifted him into a painful suitcase wedgie.

Duke walked back to the delivery boy with the perp, hanging by his stretched out boxer, in one hand and the bike in the other. The guy just wouldn’t stay quiet, yelping and begging for Duke to let him go.

“Here you go ki--I mean sir.” Duke caught himself before he made a mistake, mentally reminding himself that this very young looking guy, wasn’t a day short of 15 years old and was older than that. Although staring at the dude’s patchy beard and hearing his scratchy, high-pitched nasally voice wasn’t helping him at all.

The guy was relieved and very grateful, grabbing the bike and making sure that all of the five white parcel packages were undamaged and secure in the back bike rack. As the guy rattled off a few “thank you” and “you don’t know how much of a lifesaver you are”, Duke couldn’t help but notice something off-putting by the packages the guy had, especially honing in on a green logo that looked oddly familiar to him.

Then it hit him, the logo was from a medical company--although Duke couldn’t exactly remember what the company made or sold, just that he saw a package with that same logo sitting in his uncle’s office. Duke assumed that his uncle used it for his practice.

Now his suspicion was raised and he sniffed at the air, focusing past the sweat, the slightly bad-breath from the kid and the guy Duke still had uncomfortably hoisted up, and the other normal smells of the urban city street, he could smell something strange--although he was unsure of how to describe it.

It was sweet and nutty but bitter and sharp all at the same time. If the logo on the side of the packages hadn’t raised his suspicions even higher, he would’ve assumed that they contained some sort of baked good.

If only I had x-ray vision like Ultimate Man. Duke wished and decided that he had to follow the boy, just to quell the feeling of this kid being up to no good.

Duke decided to keep to the rooftops, so that the darkness of the sky and being so high up, out of the delivery boy’s line of sight, would give him a twofold advantage over the kid. The boy kept turning down random streets and dark alleyways, almost convincing Duke that he was somehow caught and this was just a brilliant ploy to mislead the superhero.

Where is this guy going?

Duke’s question was eventually answered as the kid slowed down and stopped inside of a fenced off construction lot, which hugged the Belasco River--the only major river in Millennium City. It had been abandoned some years ago by corrupt and greedy development investors who promised to build a new, modern apartment complex for middle and lower-income families, but unfortunately that never happened. Now it was a half-finished building dominated by graffiti, vines, rust, and homeless people.

At this point, watching and following from the rooftops was pointless with the kid out of his own line of sight and Duke quickly scrambled down the building’s fire escape, hopping from each level until he landed onto the wet ground--dirty oily water splashing against his legs.

He silently crossed the street, almost like he floated across the black asphalt, running so fast and then slipped past the fence, through a hole someone had cut into the twisted metal. It didn’t take long to find the kid, who had rode his bike into a lower part of the lot, a large metal tube sticking out of the dirt along with some random rebar pieces here and there.

Duke crouched down inside of a horizontal concrete tube, peering over the side as a all-black, sleek SUV drove into the lot. The car parked in a line near the delivery boy, who was clearly nervous, chewing and biting his full pink lips, when he wasn’t biting at his already red, chewed up fingernails.

The kid abruptly stopped as the doors to the SUV opened and two hulking men with buzzcuts and black and white suits stepped out of the vehicle. One of them marched to the back car door, opening it so a man of shorter stature but similar physical fitness could step out. Duke could see that he was clearly a distinguished, older man with no hair, a carefully trimmed white beard, and crystal blue eyes that somehow shone in the dim darkness of the night. He wore a dark blue suit that looked very expensive and skunk of a horrible cologne that made Duke want to sneeze like crazy.

The kid stood up straight from the bike, staring straight ahead as the man approached, not making a sound even when the man’s manicured masculine hand landed firmly on the kid’s shoulder.

“So, how is the Big Boss’s favorite messenger?” The man asked in a slightly European accent that Duke couldn’t pinpoint, it didn’t seem entirely British nor entirely American, a weird in-between that kept going in and out as he continued to speak.

Before the kid could answer, the man went on talking, “That was a rhetorical question, some of my eyes and ears out here said that you were almost robbed, until a certain local hero helped you out of that potential, life-threatening jam?”

His seemingly calm, collected self was beginning to crack under the anxiety of potentially causing his superiors to be mad at him. He stuttered out a short reply, “Y-y-yep…”

“Well hopefully whoever it was didn’t follow you--now! Show me what you’ve brought for me today.” The man clapped his hands together, while the kid whipped around and handed one of the packages off of the bike to him.

The man in the suit snapped a finger, which summoned one of the huge guards to step forward, dwarfing the kid who had to crane his neck to stare at the muscle man.

The guard stuffed his hand into his pocket and produced a switchblade, cutting open the package, before handing it back to the man in the suit. The man grabbed a plastic bottle out of the box, turning it over in his hand before unscrewing the cap and shaking out one white pill.

The man held the pill in his hand, then turned around to his silent guard, “Can you believe that this single...little...pill in my hand, can cause the downfall of an entire city--that normal people will go crazy over just a pill.” The man began to chuckle after finishing this monologue.

He paused and then handed the pill to the guard, who quietly took it before silently staring back at his employer.

“Eat it,” The man turned back to the kid. “Gotta make sure that Rocky isn’t trying to scam us or anything.”

The guard hesitated for a split second, then dry swallowed the pill clearing his throat after finishing the deed.

A minute or two passed before any effects were noticed, first, by the guard tugging at his collar and then by the large--no enormous dickprint that appeared snaking down his pant leg.

“What the fuck?” Duke muttered under his breath, his hole twitching at the sight of the bulky guard’s massive trouser snake.

The guard was really starting to feel it now, breathing heavily as sweat poured down his face while he tried to undress, tearing at his clothes with an intense aggression. All of a sudden, the guard finally said something, moaning out a loud drawn out “FUCK” as his cock unloaded over and over again into his pants. A large, spreading cum stain appeared on the front of his pants and didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.

Duke guessed that the intensity of the man’s load was too much and he collapsed onto the ground in a heap, panting and sweating more than ever. In a final act of desperation, the guard ripped his suit apart and then tore the sweat-soaked wife beater off of his chiseled, bulging torso.

The guard’s pecs were heaving up and down with two stiff nipples sticking straight out that it was a wonder no one could see them earlier.

The man in the suit clapped his hands together and giggled like a captivated schoolgirl, “Excellent kid, we will take the rest of the pills and Rocky will receive a hefty check from you know who.”

Duke decided that, it was probably the right moment to speak up and stepped out from his hiding place.

“I don’t think so.” Duke boomed in his deep brassy voice, drawing all eyes over to him.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man in the suit questioned, looking confused, annoyed, and suspicious that the kid had double-crossed him. He looked the muscular Adonis up and down, not staring particularly long on the scantily-clad hero’s junk.

“I’m…Apex.” Duke replied, standing in a classic superhero pose with his hands on either side of his thin waist, perky chest pushed out. Well that was fucking corny.

It seemed the man in the suit thought the same way, “Sssssure you are…well okay the, do you two think you can take care of this for me? I have a rather busy night ahead of me.”

The man in the suit directed his two guards to attack the hero, while he grabbed some of the packages from the kid’s bike.

Duke began to rush towards the man in the suit, while the other guard pulled out his gun and fired, and that was where everything went into slow motion.

The gun fired slowly with a burst of light coming out of the muzzle, soon followed closely behind by the bullet as it soared through the air at Duke. He sidestepped it, then flipped over the next bullet that the man fired at him, landing behind him and cracking him atop the head before he knew what hit him. Once he was knocked unconscious, Duke sauntered over to the other stocky man, grabbing a handful of his wet rock hard package--drawing such a loud, intense moan of pure pleasure that he just passed out.

Duke grinned then turned to the man in the suit, who was running toward the SUV trying to get away but he wouldn’t get far.

Why do they always try to run?

Duke reacted quickly, looking around and then spotted a random piece of rebar laying nearby, grabbing it tightly and pausing for a moment to aim, before throwing it like a spear. It pierced the rear right tire of the SUV, making it go flat and leaving little escape for the man in the suit.

The man stopped in his tracks, dropping the packages in his hands and tried to turn back towards the kid’s bike, but the delivery boy was already riding away.

Before he could do anything else, Duke grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him up into the air and slamming him against the side of the SUV. Now that they were face to face--or rather face to chest, the man had to crane his neck all the way up just to stare at the hero’s chiseled face.

The man groaned, “You know when you slam someone against the side of a vehicle, maybe give them a bit of a heads up warning, because my back is going to be killing me later.”

Duke glared at the man, slamming him again, “Shut the fuck up, I’m going to ask you some simple questions and then you’re going to answer them, got it?”

The man was silent, only smirking.

“I will say right now--Apex is it? If you’re trying to attempt to intimidate me with this show of force, it’s not going to work buddy.” It seemed that the man was right, his heartbeat was impressively normal and he showed no outward signs of being nervous or stressed. Not even being in close proximity to Duke was causing him to be affected by his musk.

What am I gonna do? What are you going to do, Duke? Think! Think! He hastily thought, trying to come up with something that could trip up this dude.

Then something sprung into his mind, it was pretty perverted but would definitely work.

Keeping a firm hand against the center of the man’s chest, Duke slowly lowered to his knees, rubbing the man’s dick through his pants.

“What are you doing?” The man was confused, unsure of what the hero was going to do.

“Just trying something else out here…” Duke didn’t say much after that, letting his mouth do most of the non-verbal talking there. Once the man’s awakened cock was filling up with blood, Duke began to work his magic on the short, but thick sausage link that the man had in his pants.

At first, the man didn’t even make a noise, just silently stood there trying his damndest to remain perfectly calm, but eventually he couldn’t resist how well this slutty stud was working his cock. Duke tongued at the piece of meat, hidden beneath the satin fabric, making a wet spot where the man’s cockhead was.

“Ahhh--fuck.” The man muttered under his breath, making Duke mentally cheer at finally breaking through the man’s calm, collected exterior.

Duke kept up the pressure, unbuckling the black leather belt from around the man’s waist, pulling it loose before lowering the man’s pants down around his calves. Like the rest of his clothes, he was wearing designer briefs although they had now become stained with precum and spit, being stretched by the straining, uncomfortable looking cock trapped behind them.

Duke teasingly tsked, “Oh god, looks like you definitely need my help…but that’s if you give me something in return of course.”

The man grumbled, then nodded his head silently confirming that he would be grateful in return if the hero provided him some relief. Duke smirked, then pulled the man’s briefs down letting his dick swing free--it wasn’t any longer than six inches but was slightly thicker than the man’s own wrist. He really wanted to slurp and suck it down, but knew that he had much more important things to deal with.

He stuck his tongue out, just lightly letting it flick across the man’s red, circumcised cockhead, then began to question the man.

“What’s your name?”

Silence, except for small moans and groans that escaped his throat.

Duke grabbed onto the man’s low hangers, giving them a harsh squeeze.

“FUCK!” The man yelped, while Duke kept the pressure up.

“FUCK! OK! OK--ahhh! I’ll tell you--just stop!” The man begged in between groans.

Duke obliged but kept his grip around the cum-filled nutsack.

“The name’s...Weir…” The man replied hoping that it would be enough for the hero to let go of his balls.

“What were those pills?”

Weir decided that giving up that information wouldn’t be too big of a deal, but he didn’t answer back fast enough and received another crunch and yank to his precious jewels.

“AHHHHH!” Weir exclaimed, instinctively throwing his hands right at his crotch to protect himself, but Duke effortlessly blocked him.

Now the man was panting, a light bead of sweat forming on his bald head as his cock was leaking precum at a snail’s pace. It might’ve hurt like hell, but it was turning Weir on.

“O-ok, ok, their Brotein supplements that have been…altered…” Weir trailed off but a threatening squeeze from Duke made him continue.

“I don’t know the whole process, ok?! I just know that they make whoever takes them really, really aroused--like think of Viagra but times ten. You probably saw what happened to my dimwitted buddy over there?” Weir nodded his head in the direction of his unconscious, drooling bodyguard.

“Imagine cumming handsfree or being able to stay erect for days.”

Fuck, altered Brotein supplements…this could be the next biggest drug and could probably throw the city into chaos, I have to stop this.

“How are you getting them into the city?” Duke growled, pressing only slightly with his hand.

“T-there’s a shipment coming in Sunday night--and that’s all I know, if I did I would be dead by now.” Weir said, telling the truth.

“Could you please let go of me now?”

Duke figured that since the guy was doing such a good job throughout the interrogation, he should probably throw him a bone.

Duke let go of Weir’s balls, hearing him let out a deep sigh but then sharply gasp as his cock was completely engulfed by the hero’s wet hot mouth.

SLURP! SUCK! SUCK!

“OOOOH!” Weir moaned loudly, his hands tightly balled up in fists.

GURP! SLURP! SLUURPP!

Duke worked Weir’s dick expertly, pausing every so often to just hear the older man’s breathy pleads to keep going. It made him grin around Weir’s meat and aggressively play with the man’s cockhead, flicking his tongue from side to side then around it, licking like it was a lollipop. Precum streamed all over Duke’s fat pink tongue, it tasted salty and musky which he didn’t mind one bit.

He pulled back off of Weir’s dick and then took the man’s low hangers directly into his mouth, instantly tasting the salty sweat that had collected there. The wet slurping noises got louder as did Weir himself, groaning out, “Oh god, oh fucking god--ahhh!”

With this new task, Duke knew that the older man was getting close to busting his load and decided that maybe he shouldn’t fully reward the guy. Knowing that Weir would be fully distracted just focusing on his cock and emptying his balls down a tall, handsome stud’s throat, Duke was able to rush like a blur over to the asleep guards, searching their pockets for something specific.

“Yes!” Duke uttered, holding the handcuffs in his grip and running back over to Weir--swiftly cuffing the man’s arms behind his back.

“HEY! What the fu--!” Weir began to exclaim, but Duke gagged his mouth with the now-ripped briefs that he once had on. He kept talking around the makeshift gag, which only resulted in muffled yells and begs for the hero to keep going.

“Sorry about that Weir, but I just couldn’t in good conscience let you blow that load, especially when the cops find you in a little bit--it would just look weird you know? But don’t worry, maybe they’ll help you.” Duke replied as Weir glared at him.

Duke handcuffed the two guards together, dragged their unconscious bodies over near Weir and the SUV, before leaving a call for 911 and shortly leaving. As he walked into a nearby dark alleyway, he examined the bottle of Brotein pills in his hand--having snatched it off of the ground where Weir dropped it in his haste, but failed escape. He thought that maybe if he borrowed some equipment from his uncle that he could study the pills and figure out where they could be manufactured, maybe halting whoever’s operations before the Sunday night shipment arrived. But for now, Duke just decided to continue his nightly patrol disappearing into the shadows with that last thought.

In the sky, hovering silently, a perfectly round silver drone the size of a basketball went completely undetected by Duke’s superior senses. The front of it had a collection of four black dots in a diamond pattern and on the side of the drone was a single light gray ‘W’ in Gothic lettering. As Duke entered the alleyway out of sight, the drone beeped twice then shot into the sky and soared away.

END OF PART 3
STAY TUNED FOR CH. 5 and introducing a new main character: Tommy Wernik!

Leave any comments, questions, or constructive criticism below, it's all very much appreciated! See you all next week!

 

[Tatiana38ddd]

I know it's not geared towards me, particularly, but I enjoy your writing SkyLarkin. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

 

[BBCKing78]

This is so HOTTTT...Omg sat here leaking trying to get through it w/o cumming...wish someone would write some stuff inspired by me lol

 

[SkyLarkin]

This is so HOTTTT...Omg sat here leaking trying to get through it w/o cumming...wish someone would write some stuff inspired by me lol

thank you dude! You don’t know how happy and horny reading comments like this make me.

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 5 - Tommy
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Tommy’s Bedroom

Tommy’s room was cozy with the walls painted baby blue, pairing nicely with the white ceiling and white carpeted flooring. Opposite of the door leading into the room was a queen size bed covered with an outrageous amount of fluffy blankets. To the right-hand side of the bed was a large and tall wooden bookcase that took up two-thirds of the wall; it was filled with various books, journals, a salt lamp, a candle or two, some colorful knick knacks, etc. On the third row were two framed photos; one was of Tommy wearing a mesh croptop and skinny jeans sitting next to a taller teen in typical “bad boy who rides a motorcycle” wear.

The boy in the photo was Tommy’s boyfriend of six months, Damon, and his muscular, broad shouldered physique exemplified the complete difference between the two. Tommy was a pale, blonde-haired, crystal blue-eyed twunk smiling wide and brightly with his cheeks dimpling. Damon had shaggy black hair, a five o’clock shadow, piercing dark brown eyes, brown tanned skin. Although he was barely cracking a smile, he still seemed happy next to Tommy.

The other photo was of Tommy and his dad on a beach wearing matching pink speedos; Simon was laying on his stomach, wearing a pair of black sunglasses and had his solid ass high in the air. In the background of the photo, two guys grabbing at their hard-ons could be seen and were hungrily staring right at the scantily-clad Wernik men.

The floor was unusually messy, although that was mainly Damon’s fault who had hurried to undress to continue making out with his boyfriend. He discarded his jacket and t-shirt, removing his shoes as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over Tommy, who grinned like crazy. Leaning into Tommy’s neck, Damon lovingly kissed at the sensitive skin there, quickly devolving into rabid licks, bites, and sucks, sure to make deep dark hickeys form on the lean teen. He knew that Tommy’s neck was one of his many erogenous zones and went crazy there. But it was worth it for him, when deep guttural moans and high-pitched squeals escaped past Tommy’s full pink lips. It made Damon grin and his eyes light up with mischief.

“Oh, did you like that, baby?” He smirked.

Tommy could barely respond, basically reduced to putty under Damon’s tongue. The smirk on Damon’s face turned into a smile.

Damon went back to work and every so often, he would pause briefly and ask his stunning boyfriend a perverted question--he loved to ask how good Tommy felt during their makeout sessions.

“You like sounding like a horny little slut for Daddy?”

“Bet you would like me to lick and suck in between your phat ass cheeks, huh baby?”

“You like my warm wet tongue here? Or here?”

Of course, by that point Tommy’s mind couldn’t form any words at all, instead relying on a set of moans, squeals, and groans to convey how he enjoyed everything that Damon was doing. All of a sudden, Tommy’s hips jerked upwards straight into Damon’s solid, meticulously sculpted torso, poking him with his rock hard cock.

Someone is definitely happy to see me!

Damon lightly chuckled, sliding his hand down Tommy’s completely hairless defined 8-pack abs to grab a handful of his boyfriend’s erect cock. It strained against the purple thong pouch and leaked a small amount of precum onto the soft mesh fabric. Damon couldn’t resist and squeezed Tommy’s length, causing more precum to ooze out.

“Goddamn baby, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Damon paused to swipe some of the clear pre off the tip of Tommy’s barely hidden dick. “Here, give it a taste, babe…”

He brought the sample of Tommy’s own pre up to the blushing teen’s lips, which opened wide enough for Damon to push his fingers inside Tommy’s mouth. Tommy didn’t really do anything at first, then began to suck hard pushing his crotch back up into Damon’s midsection. His hole was winking and itching like crazy, which the thong strap wasn’t helping to relieve at all.

All of a sudden, Damon felt a strange sensation unlike any other he had ever felt in his life--it tickled as goosebumps formed all over and his hair stood up, then in a literal blink of an eye--along with some wispy pink energy…Tommy was the one on top. He straddled the startled hunk, sitting firmly atop Damon’s bulging crotch with his fat ass cheeks.

“You ok, babe? What just happened?” Damon instinctively gripped both sides of Tommy’s waist tightly, his voice full of concern for him although he had trouble keeping his focus on Tommy’s face, constantly drifting downwards to stare at the teen’s stiff pink nipples poking out from his chest.

Tommy didn’t even notice that anything had occurred, just gazed down at his boyfriend in confusion. His body did feel a little tingly, but besides that nothing else seemed out of the ordinary to him and eventually he responded to Damon.

“Sorry Damon, I guess I got a little carried away.” He grinned with cheeks blushed slightly red from embarrassment.

“Hope I didn’t hurt you?”

Tommy felt all over his boyfriend’s chest, letting his hand rub through the thick body hair before innocently groping at the hunk’s beefy pecs. Damon grunted with pleasure when Tommy clinically pinched at his dark brown nipples--it was so fucking hot! As Tommy continued to meticulously examine his amused boyfriend, unknowingly bouncing up and down on Damon’s crotch, Damon was definitely feeling the effects and began to grind his growing dick into Tommy’s ass. He had intentionally skipped jerking off before riding over to Tommy’s place that morning to sneak into the teen’s bedroom.

“Babe, I think everything up here is okay, but I think I got injured down there.” Damon hinted at his package, trying in vain to get across the message that his dick needed some ‘special’ attention, but it went right over his sexy boyfriend’s head.

“Oh God, Damon! Let me give it a look!” Tommy exclaimed with pure, oblivious worry and without even a second thought, made Damon’s pants disappear with a flick of his wrist and a quick, bright flash of pink light. Damon didn’t have to worry though and he really didn’t at all, because they reappeared a second later on the floor next to his other discarded clothes.

With the skin tight black jeans gone from Damon’s lower half, the only thing that remained to hide the area that Tommy needed to examine was a tiny, stretched out white jockstrap over his dick and balls. It was like Damon had stuffed a very thick, very veiny Italian sausage into the small garment, causing the pouch to stretch out from his pelvis and show off a considerable degree of black wiry pubes. For now, it didn’t seem too unmanageable, since Damon was just semi-hard but he knew that once Tommy thoroughly “examined” him, that Little Damon would become Big Damon in no time.

Tommy scooted backwards, then gently wrapped a hand around the middle of Damon’s dick, giving it a light squeeze as Damon grunted from pleasure. Tommy misunderstood the noise and quickly let go of his boyfriend’s member like it was on fire.

“Damon--Oh God you’re really hurt! I’m so sorry!”

Damon wanted to tell Tommy the truth, that his dick wasn’t injured but he decided against it at the last second. His judgment was clouded by the need to unload his balls into a warm deep hole or down a particular someone’s hungry throat.

“It’s…okay Tommy, but maybe focus on my balls instead? Just to give my dick a rest for now.” Damon faked a wince to keep up the act.

Tommy nodded his head, “Of course, but I’ll be gentle.”

Tommy handled Damon’s large hefty balls with care, but still couldn’t tell if the cum-filled orbs were alright or not. Slowly, he grabbed the elastic hem of the jockstrap and pulled it off, letting out a surprised gasp when Damon’s erect cock of ten inches smacked him right in the face. It was really fucking heavy and felt like getting getting hit in the head with a fleshy pole.

“Be careful babe, wouldn’t want you to get injured too.” Damon joked.

Tommy nodded again and grabbed ahold of Damon’s cock, keeping it from swinging around before slowly sliding his hand up and down the thick shaft. It started pretty thick at the root and as it rose from the messy nest of pubic hair, got even wider in circumference. Tommy was taking his time, trying his best not to irritate the injury that he had caused by the accidental teleportation, but the unintentional teasing was driving Damon crazy with arousal. He knew that he needed all of this to speed up if he wanted to cum like a fire hose down Tommy’s mouth, or maybe even stuffed deep in between those lily white cakes of his. Although deep down, Damon knew that probably wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“Hey babe…maybe you could try another way to examine me?” This got Tommy’s attention, who glanced up from staring directly at Damon’s dick. He looked so slutty and cute like that with his boyfriend’s huge piece of meat pointed right at his mouth. If Damon wanted to, he could easily slide his member in between Tommy’s lips.

Tommy was curious about the different way Damon was about to suggest, but being in such close proximity to Damon’s dick was having a drastic effect on his attention span. It was becoming difficult to keep focused on the problem at hand and if this wasn’t a medical emergency, that cock would be lodged deep down his throat.

Maybe that’s exactly what Damon needs! I’m such a smart boyfriend! Tommy grinned.

Before Damon could even begin to come up with some embellished truth, Tommy swallowed all ten inches of cock within an instant, burying his nose into Damon’s musky pubes and breathed deep.

“FUCK!” Damon shouted in ecstasy, trying his best to be quiet but Tommy got the better of him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as Tommy began to unconsciously suck around his cock.

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Unfortunately, Damon’s cries echoed through the house and carried all the way into the kitchen, where Simon Wernik was cooking breakfast. He was a handsome, blue-eyed, blonde-haired man of 5’11” stature, wearing a flowery apron over his lean nude physique. As he paced back and forth between the flat top of the stove and the waffle maker behind him, the apron he had on would reveal just an inch of his low-hanging nutsack and sizable dick, but the man seemed to have little care if anyone peeked through the curtain-less bay windows.

Simon Wernik generally was oblivious to anyone’s attraction toward him, thinking that the passing glances and “accidental” grazes and ass pinches were merely that: accidents, friendly, harmless accidents. Just like the accident that happened a couple hours earlier that morning with the next door neighbors’ teenage son Lucas. Now Simon had a degree of self-awareness, knowing that he was clumsy and said clumsiness could cause these accidents and incidents, but that the people involved never had ill-intentions against him--they just caught up in his own mistakes.

So when he caused Lucas to trip and fall face first into his meaty pecs, the kid’s mouth engulfing one of his sensitive pink nipples, he knew that it was a horrible accident. Simon apologized profusely to the teen, whose mouth was still filled with his nipple, and Lucas’s surprise caused him to bite down, drawing a big moan out of the DILF; embarrassingly enough Simon spurted a significant amount of precum into his thong when Lucas bit down.

God, I hope Lucas didn’t see the stain through my thong--definitely wouldn’t want him to feel like I was being a perv. Maybe I’ll make a basket of baked goodies and bring them over to his family--just to smooth things over, in case he mentioned anything at all.

As his thoughts wandered, it allowed him to forget about the waffles in the waffle maker and it began to smoke; thankfully, he was able to remove the black burnt waffle at the last second before a fire started. Simon eventually went back to cooking, pulling his thoughts away from the teenage stud muffin and his skintight compression shorts showing off every vein of his impressive six inches of flaccid cock.

NO! STOP IT SIMON!

Shaking his head and running a hand through his slightly damp blonde hair, he flipped the eggs, continuing to make breakfast for himself and his son before he had to head to school. He started to make the table, just as cries of passion came from his son’s bedroom, making him perk his head up in confusion.

Tommy usually isn’t up and about until a little bit later…I wonder what’s going on in there?

“Son?” Simon questioned but got no response in return, and that worried him. He decided that maybe checking up on Tommy wouldn’t hurt anybody and made his way to the teen’s room.

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END OF PT. 1

 

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 5 Pt. 2
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Meanwhile, Tommy pulled back on Damon’s dick, just until the fat precum-spewing tip remained in his mouth. He got a good dose of pre on his tongue, tasting the hints of musky sweetness hidden there and sucked harder around the cockhead. All of a sudden, Tommy felt a familiar and annoying wetness in between his ass cheeks and let out a muffled gasp.

Oh fiddlesticks! Not my puck getting all wet again, that’s the fifth time this week! Dang it, dang it, dang it! Gotta plug up the leak before Damon sees and freaks out!

Worry filled Tommy’s mind, but he continued to act natural. He silently reached back behind himself with his unoccupied hand, trying his best to get into the deep valley he called an asscrack. But it seemed impossible.

Freaking fudge face! Gotta use my other hand and hope Damon doesn’t notice. Be cool Tommy--be cool!

Tommy’s other hand was previously busy with squeezing and fondling Damon’s warm, spunk heavy orbs, but with it now removed, Tommy sucked Damon hands free.

With both hands working together, Tommy was finally able to grab a hold of his phat ass cheeks, pulling them apart and providing enough room for him to push a finger toward the hidden pink boy pussy. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to pull the soaked thong strap back, so as he did this the strap got sucked in too.

SSUUCCKK! GLORP! SLAM!

Tommy’s pussy was hungry as fuck, sucking him in knuckle deep with the strap wrapped around his digit. The mesh fabric of the thong tickled and rubbed really good against the walls of his pussy, making Tommy insert another finger into himself. The simple “plugging” that Tommy intended swiftly turned into a loud, lewd slimy fingerfucking.

GLORP! GLORP! SLAM!

“Ah--MMMMHH! God!” Tommy gasped around Damon’s dick, sending pleasurable vibrations down his length and directly into his ballsack.

“YES BABY, RIGHT THERE!” Damon couldn’t help himself and grabbed the back of Tommy’s head, pushing his mouth deeper onto his dick. “God--baby--fuck! That feels so fucking good Tommy!”

Although the impressive hands free blowjob hadn’t been going for long, maybe a few minutes, Damon was close to blowing his spunk into Tommy’s stomach.

“I want to fuck you so bad baby, fuck that sweet pink pussy until it’s gaping and leaking my cum--would you like that baby? Would you like your cunt to be creampied by daddy?!”

Tommy couldn’t reply clearly but muffled out a response of “Fuck yes daddy!”

Before Tommy knew what was happening, he had slipped a couple more fingers into his hot wet snatch as pussy juices began to flow out of his hole like crazy and soak into his satin bed sheets. Instead of a simple fingerfucking, Tommy was nearly fisting himself. Damon felt his hips lift up from the bed as the cum coursed up from his sack and through his cock, but right before he was about to blow…the door opened and Mr. Wernik stepped into the room.

“Son? What is going on…” Simon drifted off, his green eyes going wide at the shockingly erotic sight in front of him.

Tommy was sucking and slurping around Damon’s huge cock like a natural-born cocksucking slut while his boy’s bouncy bubble butt was arched high into the air.Tommy had almost his entire fist wedged deep into that ass. Simon couldn’t help but pop a boner right then and there, as a loud gasp escaped his mouth.

Tommy didn’t even have to turn around to know that his daddy was in the room and let his magical instincts take over, teleporting Damon off of the bed and right in front of Simon at the open doorway. Tommy lewdly pulled his fingers from his still hungry boy pussy, strands of ass juices flying all over his already wet bed sheets and blankets, then covered himself with said blankets. He watched as everything unfolded and should’ve felt bad, but honestly it was hot as fuck to see Damon lose his self-control all over his daddy.

Although Tommy instantly realized what was happening, it took Damon a second, his eyes still closed awaiting his long overdue orgasm but sensing that something was off, he peeked just a little bit. Just the image of Simon’s almost nude body, covered by a thin white--basically see through apron and his mouth wide open made him bust like crazy.

“OoooooohhhHHHH FUCK--FUCKING FUCK! OH GAWH--NNNNGHHHH!!!”

Damon couldn’t hold back even after being magically teleported across the room and came buckets all over the place. Most mainly fired directly at Simon and his apron, chest, and face, painting him with the white hot, gooey ropes of spunk. Damon watched as more than one rope landed directly into Simon’s wide open mouth, right onto his wide tongue and instinctively the hot daddy swallowed the protein down. That made Damon cum some more, these heavy loads splattering and squirting across Simon’s already cum-drenched face.

Damon wasn’t left out of the cum shower with his face having a couple stray ropes dangling from his chin.

Finally, the last few weak loads oozed from his sensitive purple cockhead onto the carpet. Damon felt weak in the knees and his balls ached, but waves of pleasure radiated through him before the dreaded post-nut clarity would begin to set in. Tommy was so turned on watching Damon shower his daddy in cum that he had restarted the self-fingerfucking, quickly working himself to a strong climax with a couple watery loads soaking into his blankets.

Definitely going to do some laundry tonight if Daddy doesn’t take care of it…

After Damon finished cumming, everyone just remained in silence for a couple of moments, before Simon regained his ability to speak. He had to clear his throat of the chunky loads that clogged it up and acted lighthearted despite what had just occurred.

“Jeez Damon, I haven’t had a bath like that since college,” Simon chuckled heartily, patting Damon on the shoulder. He tried to look the stud in the eyes, but his gaze dropped downwards and lingered on Damon’s still cum oozing cockhead.

“But next time you want to pop off, at least aim at the floor, Son--and not on my face, okay?” Damon numbly nodded, trying and failing to cover his crotch as he blushed a deep red all over.

“Now, I just wanted to see if you were alright, Son--but I can see that you definitely have your hands--or should I say your mouth full!” Simon winked at Damon, giving them both a light ribbing.

Simon turned to walk out of the room, slowly closing the door behind himself as his chubby ass cheeks jiggled and bounced with every step, reminding Damon of Tommy’s similar cakes.

“Breakfast is ready by the way, don’t fill up on anything else!” He yelled out over his shoulder.

As soon as the door shut, Simon hurried into the bathroom down the hall and turned into a cum-obsessed freak, scooping the spent spunk off of his cheeks and face to feed it directly into his mouth. He was too shocked to savor the protein-rich, delicious tasting seed that Tommy’s sexy boyfriend had fired onto his tongue, but now he wouldn’t let the opportunity go to waste.

He tried not to take too much time, knowing that the two lovebirds would probably rush to get dressed and come out for breakfast before school, so he attempted to imprint the images of Damon’s dick cumming right into his memory. Yes, it was super perverted and wrong of Simon to harbor intense sexual feelings for his son’s beloved boyfriend, but he knew that Damon wanted to act on his natural bull instincts and breed him like the daddy slut Simon was.

For months since Tommy had introduced Damon to him, Simon would play with his DILF pussy until he passed out coated in his own semen, just fantasizing of Damon brutally railing him in every dirty, naughty position imaginable. Spanking his chubby cheeks scarlet red, spitting into his mouth, fisting him until he was gaping for weeks--the daddy was going crazy with lust. He knew that doing this was going to both satisfy his urges for a little bit, but also make his seemingly harmless attraction to Damon evolve into full-blown obsession.

And as he licked the remaining bits of cum off of his red lips, he knew that he had to get that ten inch dick stuffed deep into his guts…while also trying his best to avoid hurting Tommy. Because despite all of his intense desires, he would never forgive himself if he had hurt his sweet baby boy.

Back in Tommy’s room, post-nut clarity had set in full force for Damon as he hurried around, frantically grabbing discarded pieces of clothing from the floor. Tommy could see that he felt embarrassed and guilty for something that wasn’t his fault at all and it made Tommy’s heart hurt.

“Oh fucking Christ, I’m sorry Tommy! Fuck! I didn’t mean to do that, cumming right in front of your dad like that, God I bet I looked like a disgusting pervert, blowing my load all over his body--I don’t know how I’m going to show my face around him again! Shit! He might not even let me back over here! What are we gonna do--”

Tommy silenced his extremely worried boyfriend with a firm kiss to the lips, slipping his tongue past Damon’s pursed lips and not waiting long for him to return the favor. The two deeply kissed for a while before breaking apart breathlessly and Tommy hugged Damon close. His tiny body pressed tightly against Damon’s own.

“Everything is going to be okay--yes, maybe it might be good to apologize to Daddy--but don’t worry too much about him trying to separate us or whatever. He would never, EVER do that to us, or to me, okay?” Tommy spoke into Damon’s chest, so his words were slightly muffled, but Damon heard every word clearly.

Tommy didn’t hear a response from him, so he pulled back from his chest and glanced up--seeing a grinning Damon staring back at him. His usually hostile and guarded dark brown eyes were soft and caring, which made Tommy smile wide.

“Are you good now?”

Damon just nodded and kissed Tommy on the forehead, making him blush.

“Good, now let’s get ready and go eat because I smell waffles and I need to feast!” Tommy said excitedly, rushing to get dressed in his Wizard Academy uniform.

Damon did the same and very soon, the two hurried into the kitchen to scarf down their breakfast, before leaving for school.

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END OF PT. 2