#𝐗𝐕 — V. MAIN.

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Caius' shoulders had slackened and relaxed once the deal had been struck; it meant he wouldn't have to worry too much about paying his rent and utility bills, or having to dress layers upon layers of clothing just to keep warm during the colder months of the year. With his job solely being a person to move the product of choice, in his case, marijuana, he soon came to realise Joseph as being a man of his word, someone he could trust. No doubt his good-looks, charming smile and hefty bulge that Joseph naturally seemed to sport had something to do with Caius being quick to agree to his terms. It didn't seem like much, but a full grand a week in his pocket was more than he could scrounge up in a month. It was natural for him to feel somewhat close to the man, who was twice his size, imposing and dominant, but Caius saw how gentle of a giant he was, despite the circumstances.

In the subway, Caius sat back on his seat, hoodie pulled over his head, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket that was dressed on top of his sweatshirt. Often and casually, he would glance across to Joseph's groin, his mind wondering if the volume was all balls or cock. Just before he could ponder on the thought, he fell witness to the man pushing his jeans down past his hips at the front, just enough to fish out that thick slab of meat. "Jesus, fuck." Caius was more than impressed, and quite horrified. He didn't need any instruction or guidance as he dropped down to one knee, hand seizing him at the base to angle it upwards in the direction of his hungry mouth. His lips spread, his breath hot, his tongue lashing out across that cockhead in a circular motion, coating it in a generous coating of hot spit. Caius could tell the man was still soft, not yet at its fullest potential. He paid no mind to his surroundings, knowing his new boss would keep an eye out for them both. Lips seal around him, securely and steadfast just as he begins to sink his head down, sliding that thickened, perfect rod into the back of his throat. Didn't even supply Joseph with a gag or a choke. His head returned until the only thing remaining on the surface of his tongue was the head. A kiss was laid, and he returned back down, gulping the shaft deeper, swallowing it until it filled and expanded his neck. Caius went on for several minutes until he began to struggle, gagging as the man's length began to expand in its girth and length. And yet, he fought to bury it as much as he could, while he could, until his nose was pressed into the pubic area and his cheek was pressed flush against those firm, large balls. So full and round. It had only been roughly five-to-ten minutes since he had begun, not once did he speak or pull free to look upon the man to note his expression. Until now.

He withdrew that full monstrosity with a loud, echoing POP of his lips. Before he could resume his seat, he proceeded to have that heavy tool bat away against his face. Only briefly, while his face dug in to his groin, inhaling that sweet musky aroma of both man and cock. "Hng, fuck." Caius whimpered out, his own shaft coming to life, twitching awake beneath boxer-briefs and jeans. After some time, he returned, tongue flat from base to tip, swallowing any remnants of pre-cum that had began to dribble down. He resumed his seat, wiping the corners of his mouth and licking his work out of his fingers. "I know you've probably heard this a million times, from the millions of bitches that drop down to their knees for a man of your status, but fuck, dude, your dick's fuckin' huge." Caius beamed at him, a tooth-bearing grin that clearly illustrated his glee. "Tastes fuckin' good." He realises his own loft apartment isn't too far from the next stop. As bad as he wanted to take the subway all the way to Joseph's home, which was probably 50x the size of his entire apartment, he didn't think he could provide his best work with the constant rattling and shaking of the carriage. "D'ya mind if I take you back to m'place? Could get there in less than five minutes at this stop comin' up." He wasn't even sure he could make it there, his arousal coming swiftly and voraciously. "C'mon, what d'ya say?" If this was under other circumstances, he would lure Joseph into some dark alley to milk him dry; but a somewhat soft twin bed or a sectional sofa was more comfortable.

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Rain pounded the pavement, each drop a staccato beat in the symphony of the city’s late-night chaos. The alley was a forgotten slice of urban decay, squeezed between two towering apartment blocks, where the neon glow from a nearby bar struggled to penetrate the darkness. The air was thick with the mingled scents of wet asphalt, oil, and the faint, acrid tang of cigarette smoke that clung to the damp walls.

Caius stood near the alley's end, leaning casually against the rough brick, the hood of his black jacket pulled low over his face. The fabric clung to him, dark and slick, absorbing the rain that poured down in relentless sheets. His breath misted in the cool night air, but the cold didn’t bother him. Magic pulsed beneath his skin, a constant hum that kept him warm and on edge, ready for anything.

He glanced down the alley, eyes narrowing against the torrential rain. The world beyond was a blur of headlights and distant sirens, a city that never slept and never cared. But here, in the shadows, Caius had carved out a space for himself—a place where deals were made in whispers and power exchanged hands as easily as cash. This was only the second time he had met with the PI, so his nerves were naturally high.

Ryker was late. Not by much, but enough to make Caius’s instincts twitch. The private investigator was usually on time, a rare quality Caius appreciated in his business partners. But the rain, the lateness, it all added an edge to the night that didn’t sit well with him. He tapped a finger against the inside pocket of his jacket, feeling the weight of the small, leather-bound notebook tucked there. Inside were names, dates, locations—a complete dossier on a gang that had been making moves in the city’s underworld. The kind of information that could shift the balance of power, that could make or break someone like Ryker.

Caius wasn’t in the habit of giving things away. Every piece of information he sold was meticulously gathered, carefully curated, and priced according to the risk involved. And this? This was high risk, high reward. Ryker needed it, and Caius needed the cash. Simple as that.

A flash of movement at the alley’s entrance drew his gaze. Ryker, finally. The man moved with the practiced ease of someone who’d seen too many dark places, he knew it was him purely by the tall, broadened physique of the man, easily thwarting Caius in size. He paused just outside the alley, scanning the shadows before stepping in.

Caius didn’t move, didn’t call out. He waited, letting Ryker come to him. The rain dripped from the brim of his hood, each drop falling in time with the distant thud of bass from a club somewhere down the street. The city was alive with its own pulse, but here in the alley, it was just Caius and Ryker, two figures shrouded in darkness, about to make a deal that could change everything.

Ryker stopped a few feet away, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. “You got it?” Caius heard him say, his voice was rough, but steady.

Caius reached into his jacket, fingers brushing against the notebook. “You got the money?”

He saw Ryker nod. It was odd how safe he felt now, being so close to a man that was twice his size and had arms as large as his legs. It was perhaps one of the reasons as to why he agreed to give him this information, since naturally, it would put a bounty on his head if word got out he was feeding information to someone like Ryker.

Caius pulled out the notebook, holding it up just enough for Ryker to see. The rain continued to fall, a steady drumbeat that matched the rhythm of the city, as they prepared to exchange power and secrets, both men aware that in the darkness of the alley, trust was just another commodity to be bought and sold.

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It had been many years since Caius had stepped foot in a high-school. But his old stomping grounds, even though he attended for no less than half a year, still looked the same. One man had stood out to him. It had been over ten years since he was last in town, but he was glad to have come across his old coach, still in the shirt that was tight across his build and shorts that often left little to the imagination. He'd never done anything with his favourite teacher prior to tonight, but he had always wanted to. He'd been meaning to visit the school out-of-hours, sneak in and think of the good times he had here, while he was. There were still some students leaving to go home, or otherwise, waiting to be picked up after football practice.

He had found coach in the changing rooms. Within a few short minutes, he was mounting the bench and helping himself to Coach Daniel's shorts, hand digging in to retrieve that stupendously fat meatstick. Caius always had some idea of how endowed the man was, but surely, not this. Still, the grown and rugged man was still soft to the touch. After seeing no objections coming from the man, he lowered himself down after tearing away at his shirt.

No time was wasted to offer him with a steady stroke of his hand. Caius spat a wad of spit onto his hand to help lubricate the shaft, watching as his grip seemed to become smaller as Daniel's cock grew thicker and proving to become a challenge to yield it. Alas, his wet strokes came to an end, his hand ending with a steady grip at the base in order to tip it upwards. It was far heavier than he imagined it to be, so without a firm grasp on it, he knew it would surely collapse onto his belly or his hip. "Fuck me, coach... we always thought you'd have a big dick but this exceeds expectations." Caius delightedly commented with a smile fixed to his lips. And soon after, the smile faded as he leaned in, lips parting as far as they could to introduce that beercan of a cock. After a few slow bobs of his head, he had enough slobber drooling out of his mouth to coat the majority of that throbbing piece. Caius moved to kneel between the man's spread thighs, a hand tucking into the shorts to cradle fully-loaded balls, while the other was secured around the base of the member.

At this angle and position, he had better alignment. He utilised the coach's thighs to rest his arms. While maintaining eye contact, his tongue trickled out to swirl over the head, gathering every droplet of pre-cum that seeped out. Caius swallowed it gracefully, lust deep in his eyes. He tried his very best to maintain that eye contact, he wanted to see Daniel's physical reaction to the wonderful skills he had picked up since becoming sexually active. But as his lips spread far and wide, stuffing inch after inch into his mouth until he forced it into his throat, his eyelids could no longer be kept open, the strain causing him to close his eyes, tears welling up in them, muscles of his throat straining around that deliciously thickened intrusion. Alas, he did not pull away. He had over half of the length stored inside of him. Caius gagged, he withdrew, before plunging back down, retracting and repeating it all over again, not caring for how much of a mess he was making with his slobber over the man's cock, nor the way he audibly gulped the length down in rapid succession, the changing rooms echoing with the sounds of him swallowing, gagging and slurping.

Eventually, he plopped it from his hungry throat, letting it bob free in front of him, drooling with the combination of spit and pre-cum onto the ground. His hand was brought up so he could wipe the tears from his cheeks. "I've wanted this massive cock since my days in this place, Coach." Caius beamed up at him, his tongue swiping along the towering length, acting as if he had full ownership of it. "I spent more time looking at your bulge, ass and tits than any other book or board in this school. Look at me now, Coach." Caius proclaimed, just as he returned to lowering his mouth on that pulsing slab, his tongue working to massage into that hot flesh and lather it up. With enough swallowing bobs, a bubbly mixture formed at the length, it was far as he could reach without causing an injury to his throat. So close, yet so far from having his face be squeezed into his navel. Caius retracted, choking and clearing his throat. "I'ma lose my voice after this." He began, lips puckering to kiss at the ruddy wet tip. "Y'want to fuck me, Coach? I promise this'll be the best ass you've fucked in years. And if it ain't, y'can fuck me till it is."

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