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corendisguise · 1 day ago

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Neighbor's Curiosity

Chapter 1

„What the hell is going on next door?" Scott muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the handsome blonde man emerging from the house. The guy was tall, with broad shoulders and a confident stride that made Scott's heart skip a beat. But there was something off. Something wrong.

Scott had been in this neighborhood for barely six weeks, and already he’d seen at least 8 different men leave that house in the morning, only to return later in the evening. It was strange. Too strange. And now, curiosity—or maybe something darker, deeper—was gnawing at him like a restless beast.

But what if I’m overthinking it? Scott thought, trying to rationalize the situation. Maybe it’s just some kind of... fitness group? Therapy sessions? A rotating roommate situation?

The blonde man disappeared down the street, and Scott’s mind raced. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something unusual was happening behind those closed doors. His neighbor, the bearded guy who lived there — at least he was the one he saw most often — seemed normal enough at first glance. Friendly, even. But now, Scott wasn’t so sure.

“Screw it,” Scott whispered, his resolve hardening. He waited a few hours and the he grabbed his keys and stepped out onto the porch, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. The coast was clear. Heart pounding, he crossed the yard and approached the neighbor’s house.

The front door was unlocked.

How careless, Scott thought, though his unease was quickly overtaken by excitement. He slipped inside, closing the door softly behind him. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, as if it were waiting for him.

He moved cautiously through the living room, his eyes darting left and right. Nothing seemed out of place, but the air felt charged, electric. Then he noticed it—a door slightly ajar, leading to what must be a bedroom.

This is crazy, he thought, but his feet carried him forward anyway.

The bedroom was darker than the rest of the house, the curtains drawn shut. In the corner, a large cabinet caught his eye. It was ornate, old-fashioned, and slightly creepy in its grandeur. Curiosity won out over caution, and Scott approached it, his hands trembling as he swung open the doors.

What he found inside made his breath catch in his throat.

Row after row of male masks stared back at him, each one meticulously crafted, lifelike. Some were old, some young, and all of them bore expressions that ranged from neutral to downright sinister. There were also bodysuits—tight, muscular ones, slender ones, even a few that mimicked age or skin tone variations.

And then, right at the center, was a mask that made Scott’s heart stop.

His neighbor’s face stared back at him.

"No way," Scott whispered, his voice barely audible. He reached out, fingers brushing against the cold, smooth surface of the mask. It was identical to the bearded man who lived here, down to the smallest detail.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

But it was.

A surge of conflicting emotions washed over him—fear, fascination, and something else, something primal. His cock twitched in his pants, and he cursed under his breath.

I need to get out of here, he told himself, but his body had other plans. Without thinking, he grabbed the mask and a nearby muscular bodysuit. They weren’t heavy, but they felt oddly substantial in his hands.

He didn’t know why, but he needed to try them on.

Back at his own house, Scott locked the doors and drew the curtains, shutting out the world. He stripped down to nothing, his naked flesh prickling with anticipation. The latex lifelike bodysuit came next, slipping on smoothly despite its tight fit. It clung to him like a second skin, accentuating every curve and muscle. When he looked in the mirror, he barely recognized himself.

The transformation was stunning.

Finally, he placed the mask over his face, adjusting it until it sat perfectly. The edges were seamless, blending into his skin as if it were his own. He ran his hands over his new appearance, marveling at the texture, the detail.

"Wow," he whispered, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. It was uncanny how real it all felt.

A thought occurred to him, wild and impulsive: Can I fool anyone?

With the suit and mask on, he felt invincible, empowered. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt from his closet, dressing quickly. The disguise was complete.

Scott stepped into the late afternoon, the cool air brushing against his synthetic skin. His heart raced as he walked to the local gay bar just down the street. The place wasn’t fancy, but it was lively, filled with people laughing and talking.

He hesitated at the entrance, glancing around to see if anyone looked familiar. No sign of his neighbor—good. He took a deep breath and pushed through the door, stepping into the dim light and noise.

Almost immediately, someone caught his eye.

A man sat at the bar, mid-thirties, with dark hair and sharp features. He was alone, nursing a drink, his expression distant. Scott swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

Just go talk to him, he told himself. You’ve got this.

But as he approached, his confidence wavered. What if he messed up? What if someone saw through the disguise?

Before he could overthink it, the man at the bar turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and Scott froze. „Hey Mike, i didn’t expect you to be here today“ the man said, his voice low and inviting. “You look like you could use a drink.”

Scott nodded slowly, forcing himself to smile. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice steady. “Thanks.”

As he slid onto the stool beside the man, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was exactly what his neighbor had done countless times before. Was this part of the game? The thrill?

Or is this something more?

Scott’s heart raced as the man at the bar slid closer, his dark eyes locking onto Scott’s. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a tension that Scott wasn’t sure he could entirely explain. Was it the thrill of the disguise? The alcohol loosening his inhibitions? Or was it something else entirely—something regarding his mask?

“You’re quiet tonight,” the man said, his voice smooth and low. He leaned in slightly, his shoulder brushing against Scott’s arm. “Something on your mind?”

Shit, Scott thought, I should say something. But the words caught in his throat. Instead, he tilted his head, letting the mask’s persona guide him. “Just taking it all in,” he replied, his voice steady, though his pulse quickened.

The man smirked, raising his glass in a toast before taking a sip. “Can’t blame you. This place has a way of making you think.” His gaze lingered, flickering down to Scott’s lips before returning to his eyes. “So, what’ have you been up to, tonight?”

Keep it together, Scott told himself. Don’t overthink it. The guy obviously knew him, the identity he was wearing at least: „just need a drink with a friend,” he said, the lie rolling off his tongue easily. “And you?”

“Rick is part of the inventory.“ the barkeeper responded from behind the counter. Rick laughed but left his gaze on Scott:. “I am happy to meet you today here, Mike,“ his tone casual but laced with an undercurrent of interest.

They exchanged small talk, the conversation flowing like water over rocks, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses. Scott found himself relaxing, the initial nerves giving way to a strange sense of confidence. This is working, he thought, marveling at how seamlessly he’d slipped into this new identity.

Rick’s fingers brushed against Scott’s hand as they reached for their drinks, a subtle touch that sent a shiver up Scott’s spine. “You’re different today,” Rick said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not like last time we met here.”

Scott swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “Different how?”

Rick smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. “You look… curious. Like you’ve got secrets.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Scott’s ear. “And I think I want to know what they are.”

Before Scott could respond, a deep voice cut through the haze of flirtation. “Hello, Mike. How are you? I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

Scott froze, his body stiffening as he turned to find an older chunky bearded man in a leather jacket standing beside him. The man’s expression was friendly enough, but there was something in his eyes—a sharpness, a calculating gleam that made Scott’s stomach drop.

“Uh… hi,” Scott stammered, his mind racing. Who the hell is this?

The man chuckled, leaning in to hug Scott tightly. “It’s been too long, old friend.” His voice was warm, but when he pulled back, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

Scott nodded uneasily, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah, just… life, you know.”

The man didn’t respond right away, instead studying Scott with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. Finally, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Scott’s ear as he whispered, “I know you stole my face, Scott. Don’t play dumb. I have cameras in my house. Follow me quietly into the restroom, or things could get… unpleasant.”

Scott’s breath hitched, his body going rigid with fear and arousal all at once. He knows, his mind screamed. He knows.But even as panic surged through him, there was a flicker of something else—an electric thrill that coursed through his veins, igniting a fire in his core.

Without waiting for a response, the man turned and strode toward the restroom, his leather jacket creaking with each step. Scott glanced at Rick, whose expression was a mix of confusion and curiosity, then back at the restroom door. What choice do I have? he thought, pushing himself off the stool.

The restroom was dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the ventilation system. The man stood near the door, his hands resting on the edge as he waited. As Scott stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in together.

The man’s eyes widened briefly before narrowing again, his jaw ticking with what looked like anger. “You really thought you could fool me? My own fucking mask?”

Scott swallowed, his mouth dry. “I… I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up,” the man snapped, stepping forward until Scott was pinned against the cold tile wall. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in? Stealing from me? Who do you think you are?”

Scott shook his head, his breathing shallow. “I’m sorry, I just… I was curious. I wanted to see—”

“Curious?” the man repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re lucky I don’t call the cops.” His hand moved to Scott’s chin, tilting his face upward. “But you know what? You’re not all bad. That mask and body suit fits you like it was made for you.”

Scott’s cheeks flushed, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. The man’s proximity was overwhelming, his cologne mingling with the scent of leather, creating a heady mix that made Scott’s knees weak.

“You like this, don’t you?” the man asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Being caught. Being exposed. Fucking stealing my face and parading around like you own it.”

Scott couldn’t deny it. Somewhere beneath the fear, beneath the shock, there was a raw, undeniable excitement coursing through him. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

The man’s lips curled into a sly smile, his fingers trailing down Scott’s neck, across his collarbone, and lower still. “Well, then,” he murmured, “let’s make this worth my while.”

Before Scott could process what was happening, the man’s hands moved quickly, ripping apart the T-Shirt and opening his jeans. The man pulled the jeans down and Scott didn’t resist. When the trousers fell to the ground the man’s lips were already on his, rough and demanding. The kiss was nothing like the lingering, almost hesitant ones he’d shared with Rick. This was dominance, pure and unapologetic, sending waves of heat crashing through Scott’s body. While kissing Scott

he was pulling at the zipper of the bodysuit. Scott gasped into the kiss as his erection pressed against the tight fabric, aching for release. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

The man pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Turn around,” he commanded, and Scott obeyed without hesitation, his arousal overriding any sense of caution.

As Scott braced himself against the wall, the man gripped his shoulders with bruising force, his touch leaving no room for doubt about who was in control. The sound of the bodysuit being pulled down sent a shiver through Scott’s entire body, a tight, restrictive layer was removed that only heightened his sensitivity. and then finall he felt it: the blunt pressure of the man’s cock against him, ready and relentless, covered in precum. Somehow he had managed to open also his own jeans before.

The man’s hands tightened on Scott’s hips, his grip almost painful, but Scott didn’t care. All he could focus on was the way the older man’s body pressed into him, the heat of his arousal building up, the bodysuit still clinging to Scott’s legs. The zipper had somehow opened more then the suit.

“You like this, don’t you?” the man growled, his voice low and deep, vibrating against Scott’s ear as he leaned in close. “You like being taken like this. No questions, no hesitation. Just surrender.”

Scott nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His mind was spinning, fogged by desire and the heady rush of submission. He wanted this—wanted him—more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. The man’s dominance was intoxicating, his every touch sending electric shocks through Scott’s veins.

“Yes,” Scott whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their harsh breathing. “Please… yes.”

The man smirked, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he slid a hand up Scott’s back, fingers tracing the curve of his spine. “Good boy,” he murmured, punctuating the words with a sharp slap to Scott’s ass that made him cry out. “Now hold still.”

He positioned himself again, and this time there was no hesitation. Scott felt the blunt head of the man’s cock pressing against him, slick with precum, and then—finally—he was inside. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and Scott’s knees buckled slightly as he struggled to stay upright. The man didn’t give him a chance to adjust, thrusting forward with brutal force, driving deep into him.

Scott clenched his fists against the wall, his entire body trembling as the man took him with reckless abandon. Each thrust was hard and unrelenting, sending jolts of pleasure-pain rippling through him. He could feel the bodysuit tangled around his feet, the fabric scraping against his skin with every movement, and the mask still clung to his face, its weight oddly comforting despite the situation.

“You’re mine,” the man snarled, his voice dripping with authority. “Every inch of you. You understand that?”

Scott nodded again, his vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over him. “Yes… I’m yours,” he gasped, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. The man grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled hard. The mask was stretched out and the features were distorted.

The man chuckled and moaned darkly, his grip on Scott’s hips tightening afterwards even more. “That’s what I thought,” he said, punctuating the words with another deep thrust. “You’re good at taking orders. Too bad you’re such a little thief.”

Scott’s eyes snapped open, confusion flooding his thoughts. “What?” he managed to choke out, his voice trembling.

The man paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to look Scott in the eye. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” he said, his tone cold and mocking. “You were stealing one of my masks. One of my suits. Do you have any idea in how many places I’ve been with it? How many people I’ve fucked with this mask on?”

Scott’s heart skipped a beat, panic surging through him. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected the man to call him out so explicitly. But before he could respond, the man grabbed both ears of the mask with both hands, his fingers digging deep into the rubber.

“Let’s see who we’re dealing with, shall we?” the man murmured, his voice dripping with menace.

Scott tried to pull away, but it was useless. The man’s strength far outmatched his own, and within seconds the mask was being lifted off his face. The cool air hit his cheeks, and Scott’s stomach churned with a mix of fear and humiliation. He wasn’t Mike anymore—not in this moment. He was just some guy, caught red-handed, about to be exposed.

But the man didn’t seem interested in his identity. Instead, he held the mask up in front of Scott’s face, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous. “You stole this from me,” he said, his voice low and deadly. “And now you’re going to pay for it.”

Before Scott could react, the man slammed into him again, harder this time, driving the breath out of his lungs. Scott cried out, his voice echoing off the tiled walls of the restroom, and then everything blurred together in a haze of pain and pleasure. The man assaulted him relentlessly, each thrust pushing Scott closer to the edge. He took the mask to his lips and pressed his tongue into the mouth hole. He licked off Scott’s remains, his sweat and his odor.

“Come for me,” the man commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Do it now.”

Scott couldn’t resist. He was already teetering on the brink, and the man’s demand sent him spiraling over the edge. He came with a strangled cry, his orgasm flooding through him as the man continued to pound into him. And then, a moment later, the man followed, his muscles tensing as he emptied himself inside Scott.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, the man buried deep inside Scott, both of them panting heavily. And then, slowly, the man withdrew, his movements calm and deliberate. He stepped back, allowing Scott to sink to his knees, the bodysuit still tangled around his feet.

The man crouched down in front of Scott, his expression unreadable. “You’re lucky I enjoyed that,” he said, his voice quiet but laced with danger. “Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”

Scott looked up at him, his heart pounding in his chest. “Who… who are you?” he whispered, his voice trembling.

The man smiled faintly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “Look up,” he said, his tone suddenly gentle. “I’ll show you.”

Scott hesitated, but the urgency in the man’s voice—and the promise of answers—was too strong to ignore. He looked up, facing the mirror above the sink, and watched as the man reached up to his own mask.

With deliberate precision, the man pried the edges of the mask free at his throat, his fingers working patiently until it came loose. He inserted his fingers into the seam on both sides of his chin. He pushed them under the mask. The features stretched and the eyehole became empty. Scott’s breath caught in his throat as the mask was lifted away, revealing the man’s true face.

It wasn’t the rugged, bearded visage Scott had expected. Instead, the man standing behind him had a handsome, angular face with blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His brown eyes shone with a mixture of triumph and something softer—something almost kind.

“George,” the man said, his voice smooth and calm. “My name’s George.” „I think I should invite you more into my house. We could have a lot of fun.“

to be continued…

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corendisguise · 2 days ago

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Date with two daddies

Chapter 1

The jazz music hummed softly in the background as Jo sat nervously at the bar, drumming his fingers on the counter. He had been waiting for Tom for what felt like forever, and his anticipation was growing with every passing minute. He had met Tom on a fetish dating site. He was a muscular hunk daddy with a gorgeous mustache. Jo knew that it was just a elaborate rubber face mask. But it was his kink not to know who was under this lifelike mask. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, adding to the intimate atmosphere of the small, cozy bar. Just as Jo was about to check his phone for the hundredth time, a tall figure emerged from the entrance, his presence commanding attention.

Tom sauntered in wearing a worn leather jacket that hugged his stocky, muscular frame, only covered with a tight T-Shirt. A thick mustache framed his lips, giving him an unmistakably rugged charm. He looked as if he was in his 40s. Jo’s breath hitched as Tom smiled warmly, revealing a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey there, sweetheart," Tom’s voice was deep and smooth, sending a shiver down Jo’s spine.

“Hey,” Jo replied, his voice a little shaky but filled with excitement. He couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly Tom exuded confidence. The way he moved, the way he looked at him—it was all so intoxicating.

Tom slid into the seat next to Jo, his thigh brushing against Jo’s ever so slightly. “You look even more handsome than your pictures,” Tom murmured, his tone dripping with admiration. Jo’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, feeling an undeniable surge of pride.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Jo teased, stealing a glance at the man beside him. Tom’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I think we’re going to have a very good night together, don’t you?”

Jo swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of Tom’s gaze. The air between them seemed charged with electricity, and Jo found himself leaning in just a little closer. Their hands lightly brushed against each other as they reached for their drinks, and Jo noticed how warm and firm Tom’s hand felt. It was as if his touch sent jolts of pleasure surging through Jo’s body.

As the night wore on, the two men grew more and more comfortable with each other. Tom’s playful banter never failed to make Jo laugh, and his sweet whispers in Jo’s ear made him feel cherished and desired. “You’re so beautiful,” Tom would murmur, causing Jo’s heart to race. Every word, every touch, was designed to make Jo feel special.

Jo couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch Tom’s face, marveling at the slight roughness of his skin. The texture felt different, almost sticky, but in a way that only added to his allure. Tom didn’t shy away from Jo’s touch; instead, he closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation. “Do you like what you feel, sweetheart?” he asked playfully, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

Jo nodded, unable to form words. The way Tom looked at him, the way he made Jo feel, was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was as if Tom knew exactly how to bring out the best in him, to make him feel confident and sexy.

As the evening progressed, their touches became bolder, more intentional. Tom’s hand resting on Jo’s thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles against the fabric of Jo’s jeans. Jo reciprocated by placing his hand on Tom’s knee, slowly inching it upward. Both men were acutely aware of the hunger building within them, the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

“Let’s get to the restrooms,” Tom suggested in a low, husky voice, catching Jo’s eye. Jo felt a delicious thrill run through him at the suggestion, and he quickly agreed. Without another word, Tom stood up and offered his hand to Jo, who eagerly took it.

The pair made their way through the dimly lit bar, ignoring the curious glances of the other patrons. Jo couldn’t help but notice how no one recognized Tom as anyone other than the charming, older man he appeared to be. To everyone else, they were just another couple enjoying a night out. But to Jo, Tom was something else entirely.

Once inside the privacy of the restroom, the tension between them exploded into action. Tom pressed Jo against the wall, his strong arms caging Jo in as he leaned in for a kiss. The first touch of their lips was gentle, almost reverent, but it quickly escalated into something more passionate. Tom’s tongue slipped into Jo’s mouth, exploring hungrily, while his hands roamed over Jo’s body, igniting a fire within him.

Jo moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck as his hands tangled in the thick, dark hair. The sensation of Tom’s stubble grazing against his cheek only heightened his arousal, making him crave more. “You drive me crazy,” Tom whispered against Jo’s lips, his voice laced with need.

Jo could feel Tom’s hardness pressing against him, and he gasped in response. Tom took advantage of Jo’s momentary distraction, sliding his hands beneath Jo’s shirt to caress his bare skin. The warmth of Tom’s touch sent shivers of delight coursing through Jo’s body, and he arched his back instinctively, seeking more contact.

Tom chuckled softly, pulling back slightly to meet Jo’s gaze. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Jo nodded fervently, his breathing ragged as he gazed up at Tom. “More than ready,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tom’s expression softened, replaced by one of pure desire. “Then let’s see where this takes us, shall we?”

As Tom and Jo emerged from the bathroom, their shared excitement still simmering between them, they were greeted by two familiar faces. A muscular leather daddy bear with a commanding presence and a twink, both of whom Tom knew well, stood by the bar, their eyes meeting Tom’s with a knowing grin.

“Well, look who’s been hiding in the loo,” the leather daddy drawled, his voice deep and rich with amusement. His gaze flicked briefly to Jo, then back to Tom. “And who’s this? A new playmate?”

Tom chuckled, pulling Jo closer by the hand. “Jo, meet Ben and Alex. They’re old friends of mine.” His tone was casual, but there was an edge of something more—something playful and undeniably naughty. Jo felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine, his heart racing as he realized what might be about to happen. He knew both from the fetish site, but never talked to them.

“Nice to meet you,” Jo said nervously, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. He could feel the heat radiating off Tom, and it only added to his growing arousal.

Ben, the leather daddy, stepped forward, his towering frame exuding confidence. “Well, well, aren’t you just adorable?” he said, his voice dripping with charm as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from Jo’s face. “And so eager too, I see.” He bent down and kissed Jo‘s skin, his masked face with a thick beard tickled at his chin. Like Tom‘s, his face looked absolutely life like, only slight details around the eyes proved for him the truth. All the crowd around them didn’t seem to notice. It was so exciting.

Alex, the twink, giggled softly, his slight frame pressed against Ben’s side. “Looks like we’ve got quite the party going on here,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tom leaned in close to Jo, his lips brushing against his ear as he whispered, “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” The warmth of his breath sent shivers through Jo, and he nodded without hesitation. “I do.”

“Good,” Tom replied, his voice low and seductive. “Because things are about to get very interesting.”

With that, Tom turned to Ben and Alex, his expression one of pure intent. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more… private? My place isn’t far.”

Ben grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with approval. “Sounds like a plan.”

The four of them left the bar together, the cool night air doing little to dampen the flames of desire burning within them. As they walked, Tom kept a firm grip on Jo’s hand, his touch grounding him in the moment. Jo couldn’t help but steal glances at the others, his mind racing with possibilities.

When they arrived at Tom’s apartment, the atmosphere changed immediately. The door closed behind them, and the space seemed to shrink, the tension between the four men palpable. Tom led Jo to the center of the room, his hands gentle but insistent as he guided him to stand before him.

“You look so good, baby,” Tom murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of Jo’s jawline. “So perfect.”

Jo’s breath hitched, his body responding instinctively to Tom’s touch. His eyes fluttered shut as Tom’s lips found his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Tom…” he whimpered, his voice trembling with need.

“Shh,” Tom soothed, his lips moving lower, his tongue darting out to taste Jo’s flesh. “Let me take care of you.”

Ben and Alex watched silently, their own desires clearly visible in their expressions. Ben took a step forward, his hands sliding down to cup Alex’s ass, pulling him closer for a heated kiss. The sound of their lips meeting filled the room, adding to the already electric atmosphere.

Tom’s hands moved to Jo’s waist, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of his jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid them down, freeing Jo’s erection. Jo gasped as the cool air hit his skin, his cock already throbbing with anticipation.

“Beautiful,” Tom whispered, his voice thick with desire. “So hard for me already.”

Jo’s legs felt weak, his entire body trembling as Tom began to stroke him. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He clung to Tom, his nails digging lightly into his shoulders as he struggled to stay upright.

“Please,” Jo begged, his voice barely audible. “Please, Tom.”

Tom smiled, his eyes dark with lust. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

With that, Tom sank to his knees, his lips closing around Jo’s tip. Jo cried out, his head falling back as Tom’s mouth worked its magic. The sensation was indescribable, the mustache tickle his skin, his body electrified by the feel of Tom’s tongue swirling around him, the warm suction drawing him deeper. Jo could se the sides of the mouthhole of the mask slipping back and forth with Tom mouth moving on his dig.

Meanwhile, Ben had lifted Alex onto the nearby table, his hands roaming freely over the younger man’s body. Alex moaned softly, his hands gripping Ben’s shoulders as the older man kissed his way down his chest, pausing to tease his nipples with his teeth.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” Ben growled, his voice rough with desire. “And so responsive.”

Alex blushed, his cheeks flushing a deep red as Ben’s fingers found his entrance, teasing and probing until he was panting with need.

Back with Jo, Tom’s mouth was relentless, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers to send Jo spiraling toward release. Jo’s vision blurred, his hips bucking helplessly as he sought relief.

“T-Tom!” Jo screamed, his orgasm crashing over him in waves of ecstasy. Tom swallowed every drop, his eyes locked on Jo’s as the younger man came undone in his arms.

As Jo’s body relaxed, Tom rose to his feet, his own hardness straining against his jeans. Without a word, he spun Jo around and bent him over the edge of the couch, his hands gripping his hips firmly.

“Hold on tight, baby,” Tom commanded, his voice gravelly with need. “This is gonna feel so good.”

Jo nodded, his breathing quickening as he felt Tom position himself behind him. The first thrust was deep and unrelenting, driving the air from Jo’s lungs. He cried out, his hands clutching the couch cushions as Tom set a punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting his prostate with precision.

“Fuck, Jo,” Tom groaned, his voice strained with effort. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.��

Ben, seeing the action unfold, couldn’t resist joining in. He positioned himself beside Jo, his hand reaching out to stroke the younger man’s back as he thrust into Alex, the sounds of their coupling filling the room.

“Look at you,” Ben said, his voice dripping with admiration. “Taking it like a pro.”

Jo could barely respond, his body consumed by the sensations coursing through him. He felt like he was floating, his mind unable to process anything beyond the incredible feeling of Tom’s cock pounding into him from behind.

“Harder,” Jo begged, his voice breaking. “Please, Tom, harder!” Tom breathed hard now, but the white shirt was still sweatless, every drop of sweat was enclosed inside the mask.

Tom obliged, his pace increasing as he drove into Jo with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Tom’s grip tightened on Jo’s hips as he thrust into him with an intensity that made Jo’s breath hitch. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the wet slap of latex against skin echoing like a drumbeat. Jo felt himself being pushed to his limits, but it wasn’t enough—he needed more. His fingers clawed at the couch, desperate for something to hold onto as Tom’s rhythm grew frenzied.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tom growled, his voice low and rough. “So tight around me, baby.”

Jo moaned, his head falling back as he surrendered completely to the sensation. He could feel Tom’s cock deep inside him, hitting spots that made his legs tremble. The weight of Ben behind them only added to the heat, his presence looming like a shadow ready to consume them both.

“Ben…” Tom’s voice was a command now, not a request. “Come closer.”

Jo’s heart raced as he felt Ben step in, his muscular frame towering over them. There was no hesitation, no pause—just the smooth slide of Ben’s hands reaching out to grasp Jo’s shoulders. The touch was firm but gentle, a contrast to the wildness of Tom’s movements. Jo shuddered, his body alive with anticipation.

“You want this, don’t you?” Ben murmured, his lips brushing against Jo’s ear. “Want us both.”

The words were whispered but carried a weight that sent a shiver down Jo’s spine. He nodded, unable to form a coherent response through the haze of desire clouding his mind. Ben’s hand trailed down Jo’s chest, fingertips teasing across his nipples before gripping his waist.

“Good boy,” Ben said, his tone approving. “Let us take care of you.”

Tom released Jo’s hips, allowing Ben to guide him onto his back. Jo gasped as Tom pulled out, the loss of contact momentarily jarring. But before he could process the emptiness, Tom was positioning himself above him, straddling Jo’s thighs while Ben knelt beside them. The sight of the two men flanking him, one above and one beside, was almost too much to handle. Jo’s cock twitched, already hard again despite the intense sucking it had just endured.

“Ride him,” Ben instructed, his voice calm yet commanding. “Show him how much you want him.”

Tom didn’t hesitate. With a wicked grin, he lowered himself onto Jo’s throbbing erection, the slick head sliding easily into his tight heat entering through a small gap in Tom’s muscle suit. Jo groaned, his hands instinctively finding Tom’s hips to steady him as he began to move. The sensation was overwhelming—being surrounded by Tom’s warmth, the feeling of being connected so intimately with someone who seemed to know exactly how to pleasure him.

“Oh God,” Jo muttered, his voice breaking. “You’re so… fuck.”

Tom chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as he took Jo deeper. His movements were deliberate, each grind of his hips sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Jo’s body. Ben watched intently, his dark eyes focused on Jo’s reactions, cataloging every twitch and moan.

“Look at him,” Ben said to Tom, his voice thick with amusement. “He’s loving this.”

“He definitely does,” Tom replied with a smirk, his gaze never leaving Jo’s face. “But I think he needs more.”

Before Jo could ask what he meant, Ben shifted closer, his hand caressing Jo’s chest. Ben entered his hard prosthetic dig in Jo’s mouth. The combination of Tom riding him and Ben’s expert touch was too much. Jo’s breath hitched, his hips bucking involuntarily as he fought to maintain control.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Tom cooed, his voice dripping with affection. “Just let go. Let us take care of everything.”

Jo closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations swirling through his body. Tom’s weight on top of him, Ben’s hand massaging him, smelling the faint smell of warm wet latex, the heat of their skin mingling—it was all too much. His mind spiraled, focusing solely on the pleasure coursing through him.

“That’s it,” Ben encouraged, his voice low and soothing. “Feel it all.”

Tom picked up the pace, his hips rolling faster as he rode Jo with increasing intensity. Tom was still hard, his dig chopping on his Abs. The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths mingling, the rhythmic slapping of flesh, and Jo’s increasingly desperate moans. He could sense the sweat of Ben’s body running out of the opening around his dig running down his hip with a tickling sensation. Every movement brought him closer to the edge, a precipice he was eager to tumble over.

“I’m close,” Jo mumbled, his voice trembling. “Please, I need—”

“Shh,” Tom interrupted, leaning down to press a kiss to Jo’s chin. “It’s okay. Just let it happen.”

With that, Ben squeezed Jo’s chest tighter, his thumb brushing over his nipples in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through Jo’s body. The final push was all it took. Jo cried out, his release washing over him in waves as he came inside Tom. His body convulsed, muscles tightening as he rode out the aftershocks. Tom came simultaneously on Jo‘s stomach, pumping out four huge loads onto his stomach. Also Ben started now to groan loudly and shot his load into his fake dig only letting a drew drops out at the tip.

Tom stopped moving and stayed seated on his dig, grinding gently as Jo came down from his high. His own breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he adjusted to the feeling of Jo’s seed inside him. Slowly, he leaned back, his arms braced on Jo’s thighs as he looked down at him with a satisfied smile.

“There you go,” Tom said softly, his voice tender. “Perfect.”

Ben moved closer, his hand resting on Jo’s chest as he watched the two of them interact. The air between them was charged, the intimacy of the moment palpable. Jo smiled faintly, his eyes fluttering open to meet Tom’s gaze.

“Thank you,” Jo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime,” Tom replied, leaning down to kiss Jo gently on the lips. The kiss was soft and lingering, a quiet moment amidst the chaos of their passion. When they parted, Tom turned his attention to Ben, his expression shifting from tenderness to something darker, more primal.

Ben stepped back, his breathing heavy, the heat of their shared passion still lingering in the air. Alex, ever playful and mischievous, took advantage of the moment. He leaned in close to Ben, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you could use a little break,” Alex teased, his voice light and teasing. “But first… let’s show Jo what’s under that mask.”

Jo watched with wide eyes as Alex reached up and gently touched the edge of Ben’s mask. The rubber felt sticky against his fingers, damp with sweat from their earlier activities. Ben didn’t resist, letting out a soft chuckle as Alex began to search the seam at Ben’s throat and stocked his fingers inside. He inserted his hand at both sides of Ben’s chin and stretched the mask to the side. With that he lifted his hands and pulled the mask up. Jo’s heart raced as the edges of the mask lifted about a bearded chin, revealing skin beneath—smooth, youthful, and glistening with sweat.

“Holy shit,” Jo whispered, his voice barely audible. The man he thought was a commanding leather daddy was now revealed to be something else entirely. Beneath the mask was a young face, flushed and panting, with a boyish charm that made Jo’s stomach flip. Alex giggled, clearly thrilled by the revelation, as he tossed the mask aside.

“Surprise!” Alex said, grinning widely. “Ben’s not as old as he looks.”

Ben smirked, running a hand through his now-exposed hair. “Well, it adds to the role, doesn’t it?” he said, his voice still carrying that deep, rich tone that had initially fooled them all.

Jo couldn’t take his eyes off Ben’s newly revealed features. The contrast between the imposing figure he’d seen earlier and this playful, younger version was staggering. And yet, there was something undeniably attractive about it. The drops of sweat glistening on Ben’s muscular latex chest, the way his muscles moved up with every breath, it all seemed to scream raw, unfiltered masculinity.

Before Jo could fully process what was happening, Tom moved closer, his own presence drawing Jo’s attention. Tom’s expression was calm, almost serene, but there was a hint of mischief in his dark eyes. He reached up to his own mask, his fingers tracing the edges with deliberate care. Jo held his breath as Tom began to remove it, the anticipation making his pulse quicken.

The mask came off slowly, revealing another young hairless face beneath. Tom’s cheeks were flushed, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead. His lips curled into a faint smile as he met Jo’s gaze, as if to say, “What did you expect?”

Jo exhaled sharply, his mind racing. This wasn’t the man he’d been picturing all night—the confident, charming daddy who’d swept him off his feet. But somehow, it was so hot. There was an intimacy to this revelation, a vulnerability that made Jo’s heart swell with affection. Tom wasn’t just playing a role before; he was allowing Jo to see him another part of his identity.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Jo admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Tom chuckled softly, stepping closer until their bodies nearly brushed against each other. “Don’t say anything,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “Just feel.”

With that, Tom reached for the zipper of his muscle suit, pulling it down with practiced ease. The latex peeled away, revealing a toned, athletic body underneath—one that glistened with sweat just like Ben’s. Jo’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his arousal returning with a vengeance.

“Fuck,” Jo muttered under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away.

Tom smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on Jo. He turned to Ben, his expression shifting to one of playful challenge. “Your turn,” he said, his voice dripping with mirth.

Ben rolled his eyes but complied, peeling off his own muscle suit with a flourish. Underneath, his body was lean and muscular, his skin slick with sweat. The three of them stood together, drenched in their combined heat, the air thick with desire.

Alex clapped his hands together, clearly thrilled by the unfolding scene. “This is way better than I expected,” he said, his grin widening. “We will be good friends.”

With that, Alex stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Tom. He tilted his head up, his lips brushing against Tom’s in a soft, exploratory kiss. Tom responded immediately, wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist and pulling him closer. Jo watched, his breath hitching as he saw the two of them embrace, their bodies pressed together in a seamless union.

Ben, meanwhile, turned his attention to Jo. He reached out, his fingers lightly grazing Jo’s arm before moving up to cup his cheek. “You okay?” Ben asked, his voice gentle but laced with amusement.

Jo nodded, his throat tight. “Yeah,” he managed to say, though his voice wavered. “It’s… it’s kind of overwhelming.”

Ben chuckled, his thumb brushing across Jo’s skin. “That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Letting go, seeing where things take you.”

Jo swallowed hard, his mind flooded with conflicting emotions. He loved to know that there were very handsome guys underneath the disguise, but he preferred the masked faces.

„Now, let’s see how far we can push this.” Ben murmured, his tone challenging.

Jo’s breath hitched as Ben leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss. The taste of salt from their sweat mingled on Jo’s tongue, sending waves of heat cascading through his body. Ben’s grip tightened on Jo’s hand as their kiss deepened, the intensity building with every second. With this he turned aside and picked up Tom’s muscle suit and mask.

Tom, meanwhile, pulled away from Alex long enough to watch the situation with curiosity. “Looks like we are getting a sequel,” he said, his voice teasing but affectionate. He went over to Ben’s suit and masked and started to dress up aswell. The sweat inside made it easy for them to slide inside.

Alex grinned, his cheeks flushing as he looked between the two couples. “Should we help them?“ he suggested, his voice filled with mischief.

Jo’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched this identity switch. Tom was now looking as as the muscle bear and his hands roamed over Jo’s back, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Jo moaned softly into Tom’s fully bearded mouth, his hips instinctively grinding against Tom’s.

“You feel so good,” Tom whispered against Jo’s lips, his voice low and intimate.

Jo could only nod, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure. He wanted more, needed more, but he wasn’t sure how to ask.

Ben must have sensed his wish because he closed in now with Tom’s mask on his face, his dark eyes locking onto Jo’s. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice firm but encouraging.

Jo swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I… I want you both,” he admitted, his words barely above a whisper.

Ben’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, leaning in to capture Jo’s lips next to Tom’s bearded face.

As their kiss deepened, Ben’s hands moved lower, sliding down to cup Jo’s ass. Jo gasped into the kiss, his body tensing as Ben squeezed gently. The sensation was intoxicating, sending shivers down his spine.

Tom moaning at his face, his presence adding another layer of heat to the already charged atmosphere.

Tom moved behind Jo, placing his hands on Jo’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Jo’s entire body shuddered at the touch of the rubber mask and the thick beard, his arousal spiking as Tom’s lips trailed lower, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath his jaw.

“You’re going to love this,” Tom murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that sent goosebumps skittering across Jo’s skin.

Jo didn’t respond; he couldn’t. His mind was too consumed by the sensations coursing through his body. Ben’s hands on his ass, Tom’s lips on his neck, the weight of their combined desire pressing down on him. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Lean into it,” Ben instructed, his voice steady and reassuring.

to be continued…..

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