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cvntboys:

       to be fair, roman was getting slightly wet at the thought of his brother’s cock– and if it really was that big. he swallowed a little, his eyes roaming over the other’s thick bulge and then going back up to his eyes. “all right. prove it. prove you’re not full of shit like usual.” he challenged, sitting back on the couch with his legs pulled up onto it, slightly spread out as dampness starts to form between them.

Chase smirked at Roman as he finally confirmed his suspicions, nodding at his younger brother as he lifted his legs up at the other couch while he unzipped his shorts and grabbed the fat length inside, pulling it out and letting the thick member dangle onto his pants thigh. “See that? All natural meat.”

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cvntboys:

      “dude, i don’t wanna see your dick.” that was a blatant lie. especially now that he knew chase was packing heat– or at least he claimed to be– it only got roman more curious to see how big his brother really was. “anyway, it’s your own damn fault for stealing my ice cream. no more xxl condoms for you.” he teased.

“Well you were curious enough to be snooping through my condom drawer so it’s obvious you probably want to see,” Chase chuckled as he smirked at his younger brother, raising a brow as he studied what his brother’s next move was going to be.

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cvntboys:

       “xxl condoms? you’re kidding me right?” he couldn’t believe his brother actually needed those– even though he was skeptical about chase actually having them. “you know they’re condoms right? not plastic bags? they’re supposed to actually fit on your dick and not hang off of it.” the idea alone was sparking some interest within roman, a desire to find out if his brother’s dick was actually that big or if the other was just lying about it. 

Chase couldn't help himself but let out a laugh at the comment about the size of his wrappers, rolling his eyes as he set the tub of ice cream and leaned backward against the couch, eyes glued to his younger brother. "They make that size, you know. At least the world knows there are guys with big dicks. It's hard to find one that fits all." His eyes began to roam along his brother'a thick physique, wondering when he got buff and thicker than usual. "Don't believe me? Maybe you should come see it for yourself."

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Reed had to emphasize with the pledge as he was more of an understanding individual and wanted to reassure him, because truly this was his ultimate kink, a fantasy he could finally live thanks to this rare opportunity. Reed chuckled softly and gave Connor’s bicep a pat.

“Hey, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. Wanna know mine?” Reed leaned upward and let his lips graze against Connor’s earlobe, hot breath ghosting along the pledge’s ear. “I love cuntboys, so if you make me feel good, chances are my tongue are gonna feast on you.” It was risk Reed was definitely willing to take.

Reclining backward, he set his head upon his forearms as he tried his best not to get hard just yet. He wanted to see how Connor would be able to make him feel good, to feel his touch stimulate him on his own by performing whatever surprising motions and hand motions he has up his sleeve.

pledge task #1 | reed + connor

paper-boys:

The fraternity Reed joined was definitely very taboo and risqué. Every single member had to swear an oath every year to renew their agreement to secrecy and confidentiality because of their practices inside the premises of their mansion. It wasn’t like the President of the university was going to be thrilled to hear about a fraternity on his campus that seems like it’s using pledges as sex slaves.

It wasn’t supposed to seem that way. The hazing was meant to build trust amongst each other, and getting naked with the oil massage was always the first step in that process; it was a tradition only their fraternity practiced. Reed thought it was honestly better than the others, considering how much effort these guys put into their reputation.

Reed relaxed himself as Connor began to undress, eyes closed as he heard the sound of a bottle being picked up and clothes dropping to the floor. A smirk curled his corner lip. “We all have secrets, some of them spill eventually. But don’t worry, I’m no tattle tale,” Reed joked as he felt Connor’s weight on top of him.

Finally opening his eyes, he got a good look at the pledge. Up close, his lips were redder and fuller than normal which was something he enjoyed looking at. But when his eyes darted downward to see a pussy instead of a dick, that’s what got Reed really surprised. “Whoa dude, you have a cunt… A pussy,” he repeated. “Do any of the other guys know about this?” This was big, he couldn’t believe the pledge was already leading Reed into something as deep as this kind of secret.

What was Connor expecting, joining a fraternity like this one?  For the most part, he knew that these people were made out of money.  The second, his father was in this community of men, so Connor was but a legacy.  A legacy of Waldorf men that were part of this group where they ended up making themselves quite important in the fraternity and in life.

So why was it so bad to want that for himself?  Why was it so bad to want to feel included, to have guys know him, and like him.  He was different, and he didn’t want that difference to dominate his life.  Eyes glanced down, looking at the other.  He hoped that he didn’t say a word.  He massaged his chest, biting his lower lip and keeping his eyes on the other.

But it was hard.  It was hard not to find the other attractive.  But of course, his luck came around, knowing that he would be treated differently now that the other knew.  He sat up, looking away, knowing that this could be his end.  “No one knows,” he whispered as he looked at the other.  “I don’t want anyone else to know either, please,” he responded, looking at the other.

Connor never felt like the pleading type, but he was not bitch.  He wanted to be in the fraternity.  And if that meant exposing himself, to just one person, then he would take the risk.  And he would find out soon enough if the risk was worth taking.

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The fraternity Reed joined was definitely very taboo and risqué. Every single member had to swear an oath every year to renew their agreement to secrecy and confidentiality because of their practices inside the premises of their mansion. It wasn’t like the President of the university was going to be thrilled to hear about a fraternity on his campus that seems like it’s using pledges as sex slaves.

It wasn’t supposed to seem that way. The hazing was meant to build trust amongst each other, and getting naked with the oil massage was always the first step in that process; it was a tradition only their fraternity practiced. Reed thought it was honestly better than the others, considering how much effort these guys put into their reputation.

Reed relaxed himself as Connor began to undress, eyes closed as he heard the sound of a bottle being picked up and clothes dropping to the floor. A smirk curled his corner lip. “We all have secrets, some of them spill eventually. But don’t worry, I’m no tattle tale,” Reed joked as he felt Connor’s weight on top of him.

Finally opening his eyes, he got a good look at the pledge. Up close, his lips were redder and fuller than normal which was something he enjoyed looking at. But when his eyes darted downward to see a pussy instead of a dick, that’s what got Reed really surprised. “Whoa dude, you have a cunt… A pussy,” he repeated. “Do any of the other guys know about this?” This was big, he couldn’t believe the pledge was already leading Reed into something as deep as this kind of secret.

pledge task #1 | reed + connor

paper-boys:

Reed shrugged at the pledge’s question, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, giving Connor a casual glance. “Dante’s always been a host for hazing and our parties. He’s the only one that volunteers to do it and is the most outgoing out of our bunch. It brings in interested people knowing our frat house has more confidence than the others.”

It was true; their vivacious attitudes and daring behavior made their fraternity one of the most renown in the state, if the not the whole country. But their secret affairs remained secret. They were very careful choosing pledges and keeping the ones that leave to shut their mouths. It was a wealthy fraternity, one that was sure to have power over certain people given circumstances.

Already naked and hopped onto the table, Reed flexed his thick pecs that secretly would lactate if ever given attention of a sexual nature. It was something unique about him that his frat brothers enjoyed. But he wondered what the pledge would think himself. His hung cock lay limp upon his muscled thigh, arms pillowing his head beneath him.

“Do you thing, pledge. Let’s see if you have what it takes to be one of our brothers. Not like you have any secrets to hide. Or do you?” Reed teased half-heartedly, though he had to wonder whether this guy was gay or not. Telltale signs would probably manifest once they’d begin the oil massage, leaving Reed with his eyes closed and ready to be thoroughly massaged.

Connor watched as Reed began to take off his clothes.  He was spectacular.  Eyes were glued on the other’s chest, and biceps, and abs, and the rest of his body.  How could someone be so absolutely perfect looking?  Yes, the fraternity was filled was such attractive guys, and if he got through it, Connor would fit in just well.  He blinked several times before finally paying attention to the other.  “Well, I’m looking forward to see more of the parties, and well–– seeing what else is in store with me, if I last long,” he responded.  

Connor slowly started to peel off his own shirt, joining the other.  The one thing he was a bit nervous was that instead of the dick that guys had, he had a cunt that he was born with instead.  Would that change everything in that moment?  Would Reed find that disgusting and immediately kick him out.  He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t remove anything else as the other got completely naked and got on the table. 

The young Waldorf took off his pants, leaving him in briefs that didn’t show a bulge whatsoever.  He turned to look around at the room again and he grabbed one of the bottles filled with oil.  He blinked several times, slowly removing his underwear now, so that it revealed the big, plump ass that he worked so hard on.  

“Secrets,” he whispered.  He had a secret, the fact that he didn’t have a cock, that was one.  He turned to look at the other, looking ready to have his massage.  He quickly made his way over to the other, letting himself straddle on top of the more muscular male.  “I’m good with hands,” he smiled as he started to rub the oils all over his body.

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Chase was chuckling at his brother and his dismay as he scooped up another bath of ice cream and spoon-fed himself, groaning as his taste buds zapped his jaw from the glorious taste. At the mention of his condoms, Chase swallowed the melting dessert and licked his ice-cream-stained lips. “What you are doing touching my condom drawer? I told you to stop going through my stuff, Roman.” He said this with brows knitted and tone aggressive. “You know how hard it is to find XXL condoms? Fucking ridiculous. Don’t even play with that.”

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      “i swear if you don’t stop eating all the ice cream–” roman had to think about what he could actually do to get back at his brother for a second there. he sighed, ran his fingers through his own hair and scratched at the back of his head. “–i’ll poke holes in all of your god damn condoms. don’t test me. i’ll do it.” a small snort finally broke through his serious expression. “but for real, don’t eat my ice cream.” 

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cxnnorism:

There were doubts when it came to choosing schools, and realizing that his life would turn upside down, knowing exactly that moving far from home would result in being a completely different person than what he was.  But Connor Waldorf knew that if he wanted to gain genuine friends, to be in honest relationships, and to discover a side of him that was more than the rich boy, attending the school he was at was the perfect place to be.   Of course, he never thought that he would be part of a fraternity.  The appeal, well he thought he would find a good brotherhood and well–– the good looking guys were nice to look at.

Here was the thing, he wasn’t sure if he was capable of lasting the hazing.  But he was a Waldorf after all, and Waldorf’s never gave up, especially when they end up doing something that they truly want to go for.  So that’s why poor Connor was now stuck with the rest of the pledges, waiting to see what their brothers would do.  He had no clue what it would be, until finally he heard what it was.

Eyes blinked a few times, letting it all sink in.  They were serious?  Absolutely serious?  This was something he never thought would happen, but he didn’t want to leave now.  So he was extremely satisfied when he heard who his big brother would be.  Reed van der Maas one one of the few that Connor found interest in, and he was ready to take on this hazing, knowing that he would succeed.

He followed the other male, leaving the room where they were and following Reed to the bedroom that was set for the two of them.  Eyes shifted, finding the other pair and he smiled.  “Are these hazes all that intense?” he asked, glancing at the other male.  He was fit, gorgeous and Connor absolutely found him attractive.  This was his type after all.  “Didn’t think they be like this,” he awkwardly chuckled, as he looked around the room, seeing the different things that he would eventually use to satisfy Reed.

Reed shrugged at the pledge’s question, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, giving Connor a casual glance. “Dante’s always been a host for hazing and our parties. He’s the only one that volunteers to do it and is the most outgoing out of our bunch. It brings in interested people knowing our frat house has more confidence than the others.”

It was true; their vivacious attitudes and daring behavior made their fraternity one of the most renown in the state, if the not the whole country. But their secret affairs remained secret. They were very careful choosing pledges and keeping the ones that leave to shut their mouths. It was a wealthy fraternity, one that was sure to have power over certain people given circumstances.

Already naked and hopped onto the table, Reed flexed his thick pecs that secretly would lactate if ever given attention of a sexual nature. It was something unique about him that his frat brothers enjoyed. But he wondered what the pledge would think himself. His hung cock lay limp upon his muscled thigh, arms pillowing his head beneath him.

“Do you thing, pledge. Let’s see if you have what it takes to be one of our brothers. Not like you have any secrets to hide. Or do you?” Reed teased half-heartedly, though he had to wonder whether this guy was gay or not. Telltale signs would probably manifest once they’d begin the oil massage, leaving Reed with his eyes closed and ready to be thoroughly massaged.

pledge task #1 | reed + connor

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muscleisms:

Wyatt found himself relaxing more and more. Okay, so Dean had thought all this through, that was a t least a little reassuring. Dean’s touches became more fervent, sending pleasurable signals through his body, and his body responded in kind. He watched the larger man above him carefully, his body moving and reacting to every small movement of his. Wyatt sighed softly at the first touch, Dean’s calloused hands finding their way beneath his shirt, and his body flushed with heat. This was happening, Dean Hayes was touching him. It was such a childish thought, but it crossed his mind that he, never in a million years, would have suspected Dean of being interested in him. 

Dean became rougher in the colliding of their hips, brushing his stiffening bulge against Wyatt’s flatter crotch, he wasn’t sure how but the player managed to catch the sensitive nub of him every time he ground against him, eliciting small pleasurable responses on their own. Soon, Dean’s shirt was off and Wyatt caught sight of him in his full muscled glory. until he was coming back down to him, lifting his body up to press their bodies together. “Not yet.” he responded quietly, indicating that he was not ready to penetrated, though he was fully confident that Dean had no intentions of making this quick. 

The cheerleader let his hands explore Dean’s body, while the player continued to lick and nip at his neck. The different sensations of touch enough to raise goosebumps over Wyatt’s body. “Fuck…” he finally let an expletive spill out of his mouth, one that he had been holding in for a while. Taking a chance, he tugged Dean’s hair to pull him away from his neck, kissing him squarely on the lips. Kissing was intimate in himself, though he waited for the rejection of the “straight” football players.

Pulling back and biting his lip, he unwound Dean’s arm from his torso, falling back to the bed with Dean over him. Taking the man’s hand, he ran it down his torso, and to the waistband of his pants. Looking up at Dean as reassurance, he undid his pants. “Touch here…” he requested, voice whisper soft. 

Dean respected the cheerleader’s hesitation to proceed too quickly and nodded at the protest. While keeping the roughness as an edge, Dean slowed his approach and let his grinding become a bit slower yet sensual nonetheless. He was now paying attention to every single nerve awoken by the pads of his fingertips lacing along the silky skin belonging to Wyatt below while he too explored his body with more comfort than what he had before.

“I’ll make sure I pleasure you good,” Dean promised through a whisper into Wyatt’s ear as he allowed the male’s hand to guide him through the lower regions of his body, hands sneaking into the tight confines of the guy’s jeans and feeling his fingertips come in contact with the erect moist nub between Wyatt’s legs, penultimately confirming that Wyatt indeed had a pussy, something that turned on Dean in such a weird yet satisfying way.

Fingers lacing through the lips of his cunt, Dean continued to give attention to the neck and shoulder area to elicit more promiscuous moans from the cheerleader reclined below him, pressing his own body against his toned lean form, letting the hand inside Wyatt’s jeans tickle the sensitive clit. “I hope you’ll enjoy it when my tongue is inside you,” he murmured, nipping at the earlobe this time before his lips gave attention to Wyatt’s erect nipples, suckling on them firmly.

He moaned against the tit and let his tongue make circles around the areola, humming with satisfaction as his hands worked their places in different parts of Wyatt’s figure, wanting to give him one of the best, if not the best, nights he’d ever experience. This was Dean’s first cuntboy, and probably Wyatt’s first football jock to sleep with. It was obvious this was going to be a night that won’t be soon forgotten.

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Camden couldn’t really deny that he wasn’t able to pick up on the practice round’s energy. He’d walked into it as a challenge. And usually, he’s composed while wrestling against other guys on the mat. But the insane difference in size mixed with the bulge continuously pressing against his barely clothed ass was making the room a bit more heated than normal - even after the hulk released his hold on the boy and allowed him to reposition. “I’m glad you think so. Theo’s a pretty tough name if I say so myself.” He’d figured that their moment to reposition was a better time than any to keep their friendly banter up, even though his chances of even winning against the beast were seemingly getting lower.

The boy took a few steps forward, unknowingly hopping his ass from side to side for the man behind to see. Camden spun on his heels and got in his stance, knees bent and evaluating his possible moves. Yet, naturally… his eyes drifted down to Theo’s ridiculously impressive bulge with ease. The thick, soft outline was strained against the stretchy material and Camden actually had to gulp to swallow his intimidation and clear his mind. A giant always fell the hardest, so the boy made his move and leapt forward, both hands immediately grappling around the thick trunk of one of Theo’s thighs. He needed to make the man lose his balance if he had any hope of getting the upper hand.

“Thanks, I work pretty hard to live up to it.” It ended with a cocky tone but Theo was proud to live by his strength and power; it didn’t take a cup of tea to get him muscles and ability to use them for self-defense and combat. Plus, living a healthy lifestyle is the most recommended option for a person to live a better life. He might as well start while he’s still young and fresh so he won’t grow old having to limp because he had a soft back.

Theo took his stance and welcomed the rampaging hunk that thumped into his thighs, and Theo thought he had his footing stable and glued to the ground. But somehow, be either clumsiness or miscalculation, he stumbled and fell with a loud thud onto the floor, air huffed out forcefully out of his lungs. “Shit, wasn’t expecting that,” Theo breathed out as he now had to readjust his body in order to try and trap the boy that was on him.

Using the opportunity while Camden’s arms were still wrapped around his thigh area, he widened his smirk and clamped his legs around the shoulders and neck area to lock his head between his legs, ultimately placing Camden’s chin upon his thick heavy balls which its outline left barely anything to the imagination. “God damn, you look good with a dick on your face,” he muttered lowly for only Camden to hear.

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Theo was proving to be just as challenging as Camden had expected. His much bigger body held enough power to keep the freshman in a headlock with ease. Hell, Theo had even managed to contort his body upward without breaking a sweat. The boy’s back was now arched, leaving the rest of his body vulnerable. Ultimately, his ass was also forced tight into the impossibly large bulge that strained Theo’s singlet. He couldn’t even talk when the coach was passing by, only muttering a few choked syllables thanks to the tight chokehold Theo’s arm had on his throat.

Thanks to their new position, his spread legs made moving around quite the obstacle. Even the larger wrestler knew the predicament was futile, toying with him with a cutesy nickname while asking his name. “Name’s Camden,” he grunted in response. “What about you, big guy?” He’d hoped that the question would actually buy himself some time for an escape; Camden pressed his back flat against the wrestler’s broad torso so that he could attempt to force himself back into a standing position - where he actually stood a chance against the brute.

Theo concluded that the strength the freshman possessed was no match for the amount of force he’d been putting out, and therefore he expected him to give up. But Camden was still fidgeting for a way out, something Theo picked up on. This one was different, definitely a fighter. Usually, the rest of the team would tap out from the headlock because they could never bother to get out of those. Once those arms got a hold on your neck, the round would already be over. Theo huffed as he felt his torso press against Camden’s back. “Camden, huh. Nice name for a small guy like you,” he teased before he released the headlock, taking a stance away from Camden to allow him a fighting chance.

Arms extended wide and knees canted at a bit of an angle, Theo was ready for an attack at any moment from the smaller, male. His dick outline already was showing a sign of slight arousal as it was thicker and bulgier than normal from a few minutes prior. But Theo didn’t care; everyone in the team knew he had the biggest dick and they obviously couldn’t help it when they got hard during training or practice. Though, he studied the male before him and the way his curvature widened further at the hips, signifying Camden’s large posterior that jiggled every time he moved and how his singlet was tight around he thighs an hiking up his fat ass. It was a wonder how no one from the team gave him attention.

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The words of reassurance from the bigger wrestler honestly did help… momentarily. “Trust me, man. I’m not gonna let coach kick me off for nothing.” For the first few seconds of their initial encounter, Camden had merely been intimidated from the man’s overall size. Whenever Theo started to walk around, the lad had a close-up view of a hung even when soft package that was aching to burst out of his already tight singlet. The freshman didn’t even have time to narrow his eyes and examine whether Theo was actually hard or not. Before he knew it, the man was letting him feel the bulge pressing firmly between the curves of his ass.

Naturally, Camden never backed out of a challenge. Yet, also naturally… the bulge and being held in a power lock from someone so much stronger actually started affecting him. It didn’t help one bit that the older wrestler’s whisper could’ve been conveyed as dirty talk. “I might be smaller but,” he grunted, trying to roll quickly to his side in order to break out of the headlock. Unfortunately, the motion only worked to grind his barely covered ass even more along the impressive bulge resting between his tightly clad cheeks. “But… I can handle you.” Camden’s legs tried their hardest to wrap around one of Theo’s, trying his best to get the behemoth of the two to lose his footing. “Question is: can you handle me?” 

It was amusing for Theo to see the smaller of the two attempt to wrestle himself out of the headlock; Theo was known to have really hard headlocks to loosen out of, so Camden was going to have a hard time getting out of this one unless Theo would change the position and tactic. He held on for a few more moments, feeling Camden’s large ass cheeks that peeked out of his singlet rub against his bulge, and to be honest, it quite turned him on. But he couldn’t let himself harden in front of his teammates. So it was good that he was covered by the other.

Shifting the position to that Theo was hovering above him, Theo wrapped an arm around Camden’s neck and craned their bodies upward so they’d be in a kneeling position, his knees spreading out Camden’s legs wide apart. Smirking behind his ear, Theo chuckled audibly. “I believe I can handle you good enough, freshman. Got a name, pretty boy?” Theo teased as the coach began making his rounds, observing his pupils with a careful eye, Theo nodding to him. “All good here, coach. Just teaching the freshman my headlock.” The coach snickered and shook his head, waving them off nonchalantly and kept walking.

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Rarely ever did Theo seem to question his own wrestling partners. He was alright with whatever the coach could throw at him, taking them down one by one, admittedly losing to a few of them, but hey you can’t win every fight. However, the freshman that stood looking frantic in the middle of the mat was beginning to amuse him, wondering if he should tell coach to find him another partner. However it looked like he paid no attention to the wailing and complaints.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, freshman,” Theo said as he walked over, his hips swaying because of the way he had to walk, the large bulge between his legs always getting in the way inside the tight singlet. Getting behind Camden assuming the position, he huffed against his neck. “don’t give up that easily, freshman. Coach will never kick you off the team if you do.” With that said, Theo kneed the back of Camden’s leg so that his knees would crumble towards the mat, twirling them before hitting the ground and getting his legs wrapped firmly around the waist while his muscular arms placed Camden in a headlock, feeling the large cheeks beneath him rubbing against his bulge. “Think you can handle me?” Theo whispered into his ear.

Camden was always the type of boy that was eager to prove himself - it’s why he carried his passion of wrestling from high school to wrestling level. But what the coach was asking of him was ridiculous; the guy that he was paired with was a behemoth in a singlet. Quite literally, the dude was a wall of muscle that towered over him. Camden was as impressed as he was intimidated, and it showed in his faltering voice as he protested to the coach, “But he’s not even close to my weight bracket. How the hell am I supposed to pin that?” He gestured to the hulking wrestler in exasperation. The coach merely shrugged, muttering something about ‘freshman always complaining’ and ‘welcome to wrestling’ before moving on. The smaller brunet turned to face his new teammate and tried his best to keep his intimidation from showing. “Sup, man… So,” he laughed nervously, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head, “coach thinks I stand a chance against you, so should I go ahead and lay down or do you like it the hard way?”

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muscleisms:

Wyatt had just barely stepped around Dean again when his wrist was caught by the football player. “Dean, let go…” his voice was stern, taming any sort of panic that should have risen in his voice. Moving when he was suddenly, his bag dropped back to the floor as he sat down on the bed beside him.  “I told you, I’m really not your type…” 

Things became a bit more difficult when Dean rolled over, pressing his weight into Wyatt. Though, Dean’s words weren’t malicious, or cruel … Wyatt found himself liking the situation, though he quickly brushed those thoughts away. It couldn’t happen like this, he couldn’t let it. This is not how Dean wanted to do things, he was sure. “Aren’t you afraid people will think you’re gay if they find out you slept with a …. with me?” he intoned, raising an eyebrow, anything he could say to make Dean think this through.

The cheerleader’s heart was racing now, his hands, at some point managing to take hold of Dean’s shirt and ball the fabric in his fists. Chewing his bottom lip, he watched Dean as he spoke. There were two sides fighting in him, one that told him to run, and the other that told him to enjoy it. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t watched Dean, too. You would have to be an idiot not to. When the football player ground down against him, whether he meant to or not, he managed to catch the sensitive nub of Wyatt’s cllt, eliciting a gasp and moan before he could even think to catch it.

“Yes, okay. What you heard was right.” he finally confirmed the thought. There was no point in hiding it now, Dean knew, and if he didn’t, Wyatt sure as hell just gave it away. “So, say I do agree, to let you do what you want.” he was speaking slow, negotiating now. “You can’t tell anyone.” he bit his lip, pressing his head into the bed so Dean would pull away and look at him. “No one can know.” he nodded in affirmation. “It would be best for the both of us.” 

The protests from the male below made Dean attempt to rethink this through because Wyatt made some good points about this situation. It was a spur of the moment thing that Dean wanted to do, but they couldn’t go back at it now. They’ve already had gotten this far into it, and the football player was determined to see this through the end. Shaking his head in response, Dean carded fingers through Wyatt’s thick strands, pinning his head against the pillow with an amused expression.

“Don’t worry, no one is going to find out about what’s going to happen here,” Dean explained, his imposing build still hovering above Wyatt’s, shrouding him from the dim lighting of the room. “No one really comes to this motel, so it’s just the two of us here.” Of course, Dean wasn’t too sure about them only occupying the whole motel for the entire night. There were bound to be outside travelers, but outsiders nonetheless.

Running a hand up Wyatt’s shirt, feeling the ridges of the muscles and bones prominent to his touch, Dean smirked as he leaned downward to plant kisses upon the other male’s neck. “Just relax and enjoy this, I won’t tell anyone.” Soft pecks warmed Wyatt’s skin, tongue licking at the nape of his neck while lowering his body until his entire weight pressed against him.

Feeling the flat crotch against his own, Dean had confirmed his suspicions once again and honestly it aroused him more. He wasn’t experience with this type of sexual intercourse, but he was about to get his fill. Leaning upward to discard his shirt, peeling off revealed his muscular build and tanned body, his swaying hips increasing in roughness, an arm snaking underneath Wyatt to press up against Dean’s as he nibbled on the skin of his neck. “You’ll learn to take me.”

cheerleading | dean + wyatt

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pledge task #1 | reed + connor

Fraternity hazing season had just begun that the Beta Alpha Nu was among the kinkiest houses in the fraternity row. But that was a secret best kept to the members and pledges of the house. One slip that jeopardized reputation and the rejected pledges or current members would suffer dire consequences. The leader of the brotherhood had just announced the first task for pledges by having his brothers run around the house banging pots and pans with barbecue tongs, yelling in the middle of the night and probably disturbing the other houses.

“Alright, faggots!” He announced to the pledges that had hurriedly gathered in a messy cluster, fresh out of sleep and groaning to get back to bed. “Nah you aren’t going to bed yet. This is your first task of your initiation!” A loud roar from the crowd of frat brothers erupted, echoing on the hallway and staircase. “We want to see how trustworthy you are. Trust and discipline is an important aspect here in Beta Alpha Nu. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” The men around him snicker and whistled at that statement. “Oh don’t worry, boys, they’ll find out what we mean by that soon enough.”

Reed van der Maas stood in the pool of muscle with a smirk on his face, chuckling at the worried pledges as they stood there hugging themselves as if they were left out in the cold. “You’re all going to give us oil massages,” the leader stated followed by another roaring of cheers from the muscle hunks. “And here’s the catch: you’re all gonna do it naked. The goal of this is to make them cum. Don’t matter how you do it. All of our bedrooms have been tailored to the setting. Candlelight, sexy music, and oils you can choose from. This is for you to ‘get a feel’ of your new brothers while they get a feel of you. Pledges! Here are your assigned brothers!”

Going down the list of pairings, he finally came to the line with Reed’s name on it. “Reed van der Maas, by big dicked brother. The lucky pledge you’re paired up with is… Connor Waldorf!” His frat brother leaned inward to him to whisper into his ear. “Have fun with this one, Reed. Looks like he’s got a big fucking ass. I want a full report in the morning.” Reed nodded and gave a flirtatious gaze towards Connor who looked worried and scared. Shrugging it off, Reed led Connor towards his bedroom and locked the door behind them, proceeding to undressing himself. “Quite the host isn’t he?” Reed asked, his deep husky voice loud and clear.

[paper-boys-blog]

muscleisms:

Wyatt was aware of Dean’s eyes on him as he continued to move around the room before sitting on the foot of the bed. He was used to it, though, it wasn’t uncommon for the cheerleaders to be gawked at. What had him a bit on edge, however, was the fact that it was Dean Hayes. Dean, one of the football players that could have had any girl in the school, and did quite frequently.

An audible chuckled reverberated through the mans face as he stared, incredulously, at Dean. Very few people ever actually understood what happened at cheer campus. “It’s co-ed, naturally.” his voice came off a bit haughty, but he quickly calmed himself down. “Boys have their own showers, and girls theirs, respectively.” He turned his head and stared curiously as Dean threw himself onto the other bed. Well, at least he was respecting his personal space.

What happened next caught Wyatt’s attention, though, not necessarily in a good way. Feeling his anxiety creep up a couple of levels, he swallowed. “Just the … two of us? Why?” he maintained composure as best he could, eyeing Dean cautiously. The man’s voice practically used seduction, and Wyatt became hyper aware that he was being flirted with. “Heard a thing about me?” he repeated, slowly. “I’m not sure I know what you mean…” he beat around the bush. Yes, Wyatt had his own secrets, very well-guarded secrets, but everything was slowly becoming a bit clear. 

Wyatt stood up and paced slightly, while keeping his distance from Dean. “You can’t be serious…” he said, flatly. “I didn’t even think you were into dudes. Not only that, but you could literally have any girl in the school that you wanted.” He bit his lip, trying to stop himself form babbling. “Maybe coming here was a bad idea. I think, maybe, I should just go home.” He stepped around Dean to pick up his bag before walking towards the door.

Dean didn’t really expect anything of an answer from Wyatt regarding the segregation of cheer camps. It should have made sense to him that the norms followed societal normality for gender places. He wasn’t sure why he pretended to be so interested in a topic that was completely out of his realm of understanding. Therefore he decided to drop it and focus on other important things, like the fact that Wyatt was getting ready to walk out that door.

Clasping his hand around Wyatt’s wrist in time as he past the edge of his bed, Dean smirked softly and tugged the cheerleader onto the bed he lay on. “Ah-ah,” he playfully scolded, “you don’t get to leave here just yet until we’ve had some fun.”

“As per your assumption, you are correct. I could possess any girl on campus; however my current interests are focused towards a certain individual who is apart from that spectrum.” Dean had pulled Wyatt underneath him as he switched their position, hoisting himself upon him, his muscular build hovering over the smaller muscled individual. Wyatt couldn’t leave just yet, Dean was just about to confirm his own interests and curiosity. He could not pass up this opportunity.

“I’ve had my eye on your for quite a while now because of this rumor, and I would like to have a firsthand experience of what I want,” Dean whispered into Wyatt’s ear as he began to ground his crotch against Wyatt’s flat one, trying to feel for some bulge that would signify a dick between his legs but so far nothing was felt. A confident smirk curled his lips as he nibbled onto Wyatt’s ear. “So it’s true, you do have a pussy. I wonder if another man’s tongue has ever been inside here before. Care to share?”

cheerleading | dean + wyatt

[paper-boys-blog]

muscleisms:

If he were being completely honest, had he not seen the familiar, muscular frame walking up the road, Wyatt would have left the shady motel all together. Okay, so maybe shady was the wrong word … to be fair, it was build in such a way that it had optimal privacy, but as a result, it wasn’t very well cared for. Though that didn’t stop people from staying there when they were passing through, and even the town’s residents were guilty of using it from time to time, for one reason or another. Wyatt was just never one of those people.

Wyatt moved to greet the other man as he walked up, the anxiety of standing alone in the dark being enough to want him to be near someone. Dean, being the hulking brute of a football player that he was, was the perfect candidate. Making brief small talk as they walked to the office, Wyatt was curious to see the man pay for the space completely in cash. Who carried that much cash on them regularly? Though he decided to brush this off in favor of entering the “safety” of the room.

The cheerleader kept his eyes on the ground, arms crossed over his chest as they walked up the stairs. “It’s good to see you, too.” Wyatt glanced up and offered the man a smile, though he couldn’t stop himself from looking around. He could only suspect what anyone might have thought should they have seen he and Dean together, at the motel just off of campus. Not that it would have really changed anything. But appearances were important, especially given how serious their reputations were on campus.

Following Dean inside, Wyatt walked around the room and surveyed its contents. Much to his relief, the woman at the desk had placed them in one of the nicer rooms. Even still, Wyatt ran his fingertips over the solid surfaces, just in case, only to have them come clean. Feeling at ease, Wyatt finally moved and sat down on the bed. “I was supposed to go to a cheer camp for the whole week, but some scheduling issues got in the way.” he said calmly. “So, yes, I’m here all spring break … as exciting as that is.” the final statement practically dripped of sarcasm. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be off gallivanting with your frat brothers?” he smirked, glancing up at Dean. It was no secret the kind of shenanigans the fraternity brothers from the school got into, especially when the campus was closed for breaks. “Speaking of, is there anyone else coming? The place is rather … dead.” he raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at Dean, curiosity getting the better of him for the lack of people.

Dean had to admit that he was only half prepared for this. He had the money, the reputation to book a motel room at the cheapest price they offered him for the cleanest room in the building. But he still didn’t know how to approach this at all. He was a dominant frat boy who’d had sex with many girls before, but this situation was of another circumstance.

“Cheer camp, huh. I still don’t get how those work. Don’t the guys just perv on the girls in the showers? Or is everyone segregated?” Not expecting a straight up answer, Dean plopped himself down onto the other bed besides the one Wyatt sat on. It wasn’t as comfortable as a cloud like the one in his room at the frat house; he heard springs underneath the mattress and the wood creaking a little, signifying the age of the furniture in the room. They need to do some serious upgrading.

Taking his mind off interior designing, Dean let his eyes gloss over Wyatt’s body, how the ass behind him had expanded outward so much that Dean never knew this guy had a great ass. “Oh don’t worry, no one’s coming. It’s just gonna be you and me tonight.” It was then his flirtatious side began to manifest itself as he hoisted himself with an elbow on his side.

“I’ve heard a thing or two about you, Melrose. The source was sketchy, but it interested me enough for me to spend money and get the two of us alone.” Lips glazed by the tongue that swiftly poked out and lubricated the rosy lips, Dean chuckled softly. “I’ve fucked many pussies in my years of high school and college. But you know... I’ve never heard a guy having one before. Makes me... curious.”

cheerleading | dean + wyatt