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zaceouiswriting · 22 days ago

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The Football Stud

Character: Gabe x male reader, (mentioned) Scott McCall

Universe: Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut: degradation, humiliation, choking

Author's Note: I finally finished one of my smaller works, and for some reason, it had to be smut—though that's a problem for another time. Since I haven't written smut in a while, I'd love to hear from you all if it's okay and if you liked it as much as I hope you would.

You were bent over the counter by the sinks in one of the school's bathrooms, your head pressed against the surface by strong, immobile hands. At the same time, hard thrusts from behind slammed you in a harsh rhythm against the same counter. You would surely be bruised soon enough, but you didn't care.

"Fuck," a deep voice yells from behind you. "Why are you still so damn tight?" he asks, a smug tone in his already arrogant voice.

That was a good question. He's been forcing himself on you for months now, ever since he caught you staring in the locker room after gym class one day. You couldn't take your eyes off his perfectly muscular body or the big, thick, limp penis he unashamedly showed off to everyone before you got in the shower.

Back then, you never thought he would fuck you, or any guy, for that matter. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it in some ways; feeling his hands all over your body, his sharp, brutal eyes constantly staring at you, even in class, only for him to tap your desk in the middle of class as he passes by, signaling you to follow him so he can fuck you wherever he wanted.

"You fucking faggots are all the same!" he continues, his humiliating, degrading words driving you to the brink of lust-fueled madness. "You stare at me and drool over my body like I'm just a piece of meat," his words become a little slurred, "but I'm not like you, nothing more than a hole that needs to be filled by a real man!"

You couldn't deny his words. After all, you were desperately attracted to him. You were in the same class your entire school career, watching him grow from this scrawny, whiny little boy to this handsome, muscular flirt. Rumor has it that he's a real stud who apparently fucked his way through the cheerleading squad and most of the other girls in school, something you never could have imagined.

Even though he is brutal to you, you feel honored to be the one this man completely destroys. And even though you are the same age as him, you don't feel like you deserve to be called a "man" compared to him.

While you were lost in thought, the other suddenly grabbed the back of your head and pulled it upwards so that you had to look at him through the mirror while your upper body was still pressed to the counter surface by his big, strong other hand.

"Look at yourself!" he commanded, his face grim, as if he were doing something disgusting, but his rhythmic thrusts did not let up or slow down in any way. His rock-hard cock pulsed violently against your inner walls. "What do you see?"

When you finally did as he commanded, you saw your eyes red with tears, your mouth wide open, and your head was in complete euphoria. The sheer size of his cock alone gave you more than just pleasure, although it still hurt a little, but not as bad as the first time when he almost ripped you to pieces when he fucked you dry. You couldn't walk for nearly a week after that.

If you were honest with yourself, you felt and looked pathetic for letting yourself be taken advantage of by this stud who will surely play college football and maybe even go pro. Yet all you cared about was being his toy, even though you wanted more. You were satisfied that you were at least something to him, even if it was just his sperm vault that was regularly filled with his hot cum. But as a side effect, he was also fucking your brains out at the same time, which made you wonder who was really taking advantage of whom.

A sharp pain, worse than the cock trying to stretch your inner walls, snaps you out of your thoughts. As your eyes focus, you see a large red mark on your face. It's not the first time he's hit you, but you've been a good boy, just like he wants, so this time, it hurt you more than just physically.

"Don't look at me like an innocent slut!" His harsh words make you even sadder. Suddenly, he holds you tight, grabs your hair roughly, and pulls you towards him. "You know I hate it when you don't look and act like my little whore, so what's wrong?"

With tears in your eyes, you didn't want to, but you spoke anyway. "Why did you hit me?"

With a look of contempt you've never seen before in his mysterious dark orbs, he looks down at you like you're an idiot. He rolls his eyes in annoyance; it's almost playful, only to push you back to the surface harshly, immediately picking up his rhythm but thrusting into you harder than before. He was so brutal that you cried out involuntarily, only to see him grinning like a psychopath in the mirror; then you knew it was all intentional.

“That’s right, bitch, scream my name,” he yells euphorically, visibly happy about the pain he is inflicting on you.

Contrary to what he thought you would do, you gathered all your strength and covered your mouth with your hands, visibly angering him. Even though you knew he would punish you for it, you thought it was fair since he didn't answer your question. But when you saw him gritting his teeth, you almost broke down and did it anyway because you wanted nothing more than to be his good boy. After all, he always treated you nicely when you were good to him, but you had to make something clear right then.

He, on the other hand, was already at the end of his tether, slamming his hands onto your bare waist and holding it in a grip that would undoubtedly leave you with more bruises. But you didn't even care, too scared because you already knew what was coming next.

Slowly he pulls his cock out of your abused hole, all the way to the tip, and with a devilish grin, maintaining eye contact, his hips suddenly snap forward. The force pushes you to the mirror while the pain causes your arms to fall like cooked noodles at your sides. You didn't even notice how you finally let out a primitive scream, as your brain was already mostly incapacitated.

“Gabe!” You finally shouted so loudly that everyone in the surrounding classrooms could hear it, even if you didn't know it yet.

“Louder!” Gabe orders you in an icy tone, perfectly concealing his prior pure excitement.

And as ordered, you scream his name so loudly that your voice breaks. Through a veil of tears, you see Gabe's grin in the mirror; it's eerie, almost dark, like the smirk of a murderer.

But suddenly, Gabe leaned forward; his thrusts became a little sloppier. His hot breath tickled your neck, but despite the way he treated you, you were not afraid; on the contrary. If he ordered it, you would worship the ground he walks on. Carefully, he took your chin between his fingers and forced you to make eye contact with him again.

"Now tell me," his deep voice echoed in your soul, sending not only shivers through your entire body but your brain exploding in pure ecstasy, "who owns this hole?" He moved his cock slowly in and out, making it clear that he meant your loose asshole.

Feeling his cock suddenly throb viciously, you moaned his name. As you watched his face become even more smug and confident, you realized what a stud he had become, knowing full well that he was superior to everyone else. Your already rapidly beating heart nearly jumped out of your throat.

"And who owns you, slut?" He pronounced the degrading name prominently and slapped your left butt cheek so hard that you knew you would have another bruise there in the morning.

Immediately after the slap, he stopped his thrusts to hear your reaction, knowing without a doubt that your response would not be the result of pure lust controlling you.

Out of breath, it took a while, but when you saw Gabe's waiting look, you swallowed hard.

"You, Gabe," you finally managed to choke out, your words almost drowned out by your heavy breathing.

To you, your whispered words felt like a promise, an invisible contract that you will probably never be able to escape. Yet you didn't mind.

"Who?" Gabe asks again, his grin becoming sinister, his hand tightening around your chin while his other hand quickly begins to clamp around your throat.

"You, Gabe!" you squeaked with all the strength you had left. Your voice echoed through the bathroom, but you couldn't stop; you repeated his name like a mantra.

Even Gabe seemed surprised when you started to cry. It wasn't because of the pain, at least not physically. Although you never minded being just a hole for him, something inside you broke in that moment; you suddenly realized that there would never be anything more, no matter how much you wanted it to be.

Even with all your heartache, a moan suddenly erupted from you. Your mind became foggy almost instantly as something struck deep inside you.

Through the mirror, you saw Gabe standing upright again, his letterman jacket hanging halfheartedly over his shoulders, his perfectly fluffy, styled hair in disarray, but most striking were his facial features, stern but compassionate. Despite his look, he first gently ran his rough fingertips—due to all the training he does—over your soft back until he forced you where he always said you belonged: bent over and wide open for him. Like a good, obedient slut.

“You’re so tight for me,” he murmurs, his voice slightly trembling.

Just from his voice, you knew he was close to coming, even though he hadn't fucked you in almost a minute. Suddenly his thrusts became faster, distracting your mind from your emotional turmoil as he endlessly pushed his cock against your prostate to the point you couldn't control yourself anymore. Your hands twitched at your sides, clenching them as if you were searching for something to grab onto; you gasped like a bitch in heat until your limbs fell back onto the counter, your head bouncing off it a second later.

"Fuck, I'm close... I'm clo- Fuck!" Gabe's deep voice echoed off the bathroom walls as his body stiffened.

You felt copious amounts of cum filling your insides to the brim as his sweaty hands pressed deeper into your flesh.

But as you feel this wonderful, warm, thick sensation, your body gives in to exhaustion and knocks you out on the spot.

When you awoke from your short nap, you saw a shadow standing over you. You looked around anxiously and found yourself on the floor, lying on his letterman jacket. When you felt the soft fabric under your overstimulated cock, you came a third time in less than twenty minutes.

As you turned your head ever so slightly, you saw something you never thought possible. There stood Gabe, wiping your ass. He looked disgustingly at his hand as he wiped his cum off and out of your hole. However, when he caught your eye, his annoyance turned to anger.

"Fucking faggot," he mutters, clearly dissatisfied. "Can't even take it up the ass without passing out, pathetic whore."

A feeling of shame began to grow within you. It only worsened when he stood up, washed his hands, and simply walked towards the door. You could have sworn you heard your heart breaking at that moment.

“Your jacket.” Your voice was just a whisper, but Gabe halted anyway, his hand already on the doorknob.

"Don't think anything of it," he presses through clenched teeth. "I don't want your worthless sperm on it." He pulled a disgusted face again and even went so far as to spit right at your feet. "I would never want anything back from such an easy slut like you."

You lowered your head and nodded, understanding that he didn't want anything you touched. But despite everything, he didn't leave the room. Gabe sighed heavily. You saw out of the corner of your eye how he wiped his face, looking somewhat displeased and defeated simultaneously.

"Tomorrow morning, same time, same place," he mutters dejectedly. Your head snaps up, unable to believe you heard him correctly. You're amazed at the warm face he showed you for the first time. But he must've realized his mistake as his face twisted to anger again. "You're just a better slut than most girls, but if you pass out again, I'll hand you down to the rest of the football team. Got it?"

You nodded happily, unable to hide your euphoria, which caused Gabe to chuckle darkly, but you didn't care. For the first time, he actually saw you as more than just a hole, upgrading you to one of his sluts, which was better than being just a piece of meat, and maybe there's hope for much more in the future.

Lost in your dreams, you didn't notice Gabe finally leaving the bathroom. You lay there for another minute before finally gathering your clothes strewn throughout the room and putting them back on, even though they were gross.

The second you stepped out of the bathroom, Scott was outside the door asking if everything was okay.

You knew he meant well, but it pissed you off. He's always on your case, wanting you to give up on Gabe, but at the end of the year, you were both going to different colleges anyway, so you wanted to use this time to at least get fucked properly. With a scowl on your hardened face, you told him you were great, pushed past him, and went to find your friends, ignoring all of Scott's attempts to pry deeper into your business.

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dumbpuppyfag · 3 months ago

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look dude we've been over this so many times, you need the restraints because you keep getting scared and pulling away when i try to give you your t shot. you made that stupid yelping noise and tried to slap it out of my hand last time, remember? cmonnn, don't you wanna be a good boy for me?

HAAAA! so that's how to get you to play nice, i shoulda guessed :3 okay so just lie down, breathe deep, aaaaand... done! see how easy it is when you just obey me instead of being a whiny little faggot about everythi- oh wow what was that? make that noise again dude, that was adorable. cmonnnnnnn, lemme hear it.... is it because i called you a whiny little faggot?? a silly, dumb, needy, drippy, grinding, cumbrained little mutt?!

ohhhhhh my god bro are you fucking drooling? you've got it baddddd, you'd probably give aaaaaanything to be able to move your twitchy lil paws right now, wouldn't you? you'd probably even bark for me if i wanted....

whoa that was pretty good! still though, i don't like the idea of letting you loose while you're this feral :/ you could get into all sorts of trouble without me to keep an eye on things, your judgement's gonna be so clouded with these hormones swirling into your brain... grinding yourself on anything and anyone that catches your eye, cumming yourself stupid over and over... and frankly i really don't like this potty mouth you've picked up either, calling me such horrible names after everything i've done for you. you clearly need some kinda supervision while you're like this.

honestly i think it's in your best interests to stay right here where i can see you. you're gonna lie there, bound up nice and tight, we're just gonna watch some stuff on your laptop, and if you end up needing aaanything at all from me then you can just go ahead and ask. don't worry, i'm just gonna pull videos from your search history. you're gonna LOVE em :3

#for my boys :3 #i love u boys

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humiliatemeplesse · 5 months ago

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Ya I had to have you over to see this man. This faggot's been coming over here a few times a week now, he massages and sniffs my sweaty socked feet, can you fucking believe that? LOL I was walking home from dinner one night and I walked by that fag bar on South Street and it was out front drunk and told me I was hot when I walked by it. I stopped to punch it in its fucking fag face and then it said it'd pay me to go in the alley and sniff my socks. I was like, what the fuck but it was serious. He said twenty five bucks for fifteen minutes and I said fifty and the asshole agreed! LOL So it pays me the fifty up front and we go in the alley and it lays on the filthy cement and asks me to take off my shoes and step on its face. I'm like, I can't fucking believe this! So fifteen minutes later I'm like, your time is up faggot and I start putting on my shoes to go, I was gonna give it a good kick in the face before I left, then it asked me if it could do it again sometime. I couldn't believe the balls on this fag! Another guy might have killed it by this point. I thought about it for a second and I said sure faggot, but you're gonna have to pay me every time. It said oh yes please and was fucking drooling and desperate and thanked me blah blah blah. It was pathetic and hilarious at the same time. Anyway I made a proposal for it. It comes here once a week and cleans my entire house and pays one hundred dollars and it gets to sniff my stinking socked feet after that. It was fucking thrilled and said yes so it started coming over once a week. Now it's so fucking desperate to sniff my socks it comes over two or three times a week. One hundred dollars each time. Cleans the whole place one time and straightens up everything the other two times. I sit back and relax with a beer and get my house cleaned and then watch the game and make one hundred bucks just for letting this fag sniff my stinking socks! LOL Fucking pervert, it's hilarious. Easy way to make extra money too. So I thought I'd have you over and let you know and see if you wanted it to pay you too to sniff your socks. Easy money bro! Hahaha! And we'll have a great time laughing at it too. You in? Fuck ya, great! faggot, go get that extra hundred bucks and give it to my friend, you got two pairs of sweaty socks to sniff now! Fucking fucked up freaked out perv faggots man! LOL!

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bigboysfalldeep · 2 years ago

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Soccer Boy - Mind Slave

I moved to a new town, got a new job, and started a new life. I wanted to start over, but all of that changed when I found my new roommate. Mike, 22, is chronically obsessed with the gym, playing soccer, and, what matters most, broke. He was looking for a roommate to basically pay rent while he spent all of his money on his body and his athletic career.

I simply couldn't resist. I saved so much money throughout my life that I could sustain that flat, pretending to be an office worker, when in fact, I use my time to take over men's minds and have my way with their bodies and their bank accounts. I tried to hide my desire in front of him, but somehow he saw right through me. It must have been the way I was looking at him working out, or maybe he realized I was going through his stuff.

One day, he confronted me, got angry, and called me a faggot. Still, he didn't kick me out; instead, he even teased me more and more, but got angry with me when he caught me looking. I needed him to obey me soon. One day, he joined me in the living room, wearing his soccer kit, while I was watching TV. "What are you doing here, fag?" He grunted, snatched the remote from my hands, and made space for him on the sofa. "Watching TV." I mumbled when he shoved me aside with his body, so I was now on the edge of the sofa. "Not anymore." He smiled for a second before giving me an annoyed look. I believed that if it were for my money, he would have gotten rid of me ages ago. But he needed me, and I wanted him.

I took my phone, unlocked it, and went to a specific app. A wonderful little thing I came across a year ago. It lets me remotely control any phone with this installed, sending signals, images, and electronic impulses through the device. While he was showering, I prepared his phone, just waiting for the perfect moment. I wanted him so bad, seeing him in his kit, his thick dick bulging already, and his muscles testing the limits of the shirt fabric.

With one little click, I sent a push-up note to his phone, a small message disguised as an Instagram notification. Mike took his phone and, with a smirk, opened it. Right when he clicked on the note, his screen turned dark before a spiral appeared all over the screen, a dozen colors spinning and turning, sucking him deeper and deeper. He instantly froze, his body tensed, and his eyes grew wide. "What the fuuuck?" he said, stretching the last word.

I could tell he was hooked right away. I have seen that countless times before. Those men, strong and buff, are mostly weak-minded. Easy to manipulate. "A pretty little thing, isn't it?" I said, moving a little closer to him. Mike moved his head to look at me, but something made him look into the beautiful spiral. "It...is." He nodded slowly, still focused on his phone. With one press of a button, I activated the second function of the app, letting it send low electric impulses through his hands and, later, his entire body. Mikes body twitched shortly, once, twice, the phone firm in his hand. I love seeing men like that, their bodies getting encouraged to tense and to grow bigger, and so did his. At first, his biceps grew larger, followed by his pecs, chest, and abs. They're now extremely visible through the shirt, and his nipples pierce through it as well. My eyes wandered down his beautiful body to his pulsating dick. It moved from left to right, up and down, dancing, wanting me to grab it. But I needed to be careful. I place a hand on his shoulder and lean in.

"Mike, can you hear me?" I said, and he nodded. "Yes." He started drooling slightly. "Good boy. Then listen to me. I want you to go even deeper into your mind. Let go of your physical form; let your body obey me; follow my every order." I said, intensifying the grip on his shoulder. For a second, it seemed like it wasn't working, until he leaned his head back, moaning quietly. Mike closed his eyes before his head sank down to his chest. "Heads up, boy," I said, and slowly, he did. I watched him sit there, drooling, his cock still twitching and his well-formed body pressing against his clothes.

I couldn't help but start to touch him. I placed my hands on his chest, stroking him harder and harder while he looked into the void, his normally bright eyes now dull and vacant. "So good." I chuckled nervously. Better than I imagined. "Lean Back." I ordered. "Yes." Mike said it like a robot and rested his back against the sofa while I kept touching his wonderful chest. I could tell he enjoyed it, partly by the derpy smile spreading across his lips and his cock tenting inside his shorts. "I want more." I ran a hand through my hair, thinking about what to do next. "Take your socks off." I grabbed his hard cock before he reached for his feet as I got up.

"Very good." I smiled and kneeled down. As Mike sat there, I fondled his big thighs, tracing the outlines of his tattoo with a finger before grabbing his cock some more. It was already leaking quite a bit—a wet spot spreading through the thin fabric of his shorts.

"You like it, faggot?" I said angrily, channeling his anger towards me. "Yes." He drooled harder while I began to move my hand up and down his massive cock. Mike started to moan loudly, again and again. "Fuck." I removed myself,got up, p and motioned for him to do the same.

"Take that shirt off." I pulled at it and watched him slowly undress himself.

"Very good boy, indeed." I said, and I took a step closer, placing both of my hands at his thick pecs again, before playing with his cute nipples. "Freeze." Mike's body tensed again, all of his muscles reacting to my every touch. I began to touch him again, firmly, with my hands encompassing all of his upper body.

My hands ran up and down his pecs, abs, and even up to his neck. I felt his shoulders, his firm biceps, and back to his beautiful chest, but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was slowly gaining consciousness again. "No." My whole body was shaking, and I panicked for a second before I saw his phone still lying on the sofa.

I took it and handed it to him. "Mike, look at the pretty spiral again." He nodded and looked at his phone again.

I needed to do something. And there was one thing I could do. I picked up my phone, opened the app, and clicked on the electrical impulse button. This time, I increased the frequency and power of the pulse. Mike's whole body got stiff and rigid while shaking slightly. "Can you hear me, Mike?" I said nervously, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth again.

"Yes." I sighed. "Good. Now. You will go even deeper. Let go of your struggles. Let me tell you what to do. Let your body be my slave." I said, and with that last word, he closed his eyes, and the phone dropped to the floor. I walked around him and hugged him from behind, letting my hard cock grind on his tight hole through his shorts. I needed to restrain myself, or otherwise I would have shot a load right then and there.

"Take them off." I moaned loudly, pressing my crotch against his arse. Slowly, Mike moved his hands and managed to pull them down without falling over.

Now just in his boxers, he stood there, drooling and his cock leaking more and more, staining his tight white boxers with precious cum. From behind, I grabbed his erect cock and played with it, jerking him off while he let out moan after moan. I felt myself leaking now too. "Kneel." I whispered into his ear, and without another word, he did. Enjoying the sight of my cocky roomate on his knees, I walked around, positioning my throbbing cock right in front of his soft face.

"Pull my pants down." I smirked and watched him grab my waist and slip his fingers inside my pants. Tenderly, he pulled it down, causing my cock to bounce, making me chuckle. I never imagined him sucking me off, and right now, I could live that fantasy. "Worship my cock, boy." I touched myself before he leaned in, kissing it, licking it, and touching it passionately. Mike steadied himself against my thighs and went all in.

I shot a load prematurely, the thick liquid pressing through the thin fabric. Instantly, Mike sucked it off before fondling with my dick again. "Good boy, now, suck." I grabbed my cock and felt him pull my boxers down. At first, my wet dick slapped him roughly, flushing his face with color, but he didn't mind. In a second, he took all of me inside his mouth and started to suck me off. And it felt good—so good, like fucking the perfect mouth—and even though he claimed to be straight, he must have done this before. Mike knew how to push my buttons, how to move his mouth, and how not to gag with my cock inside him.

It didn't take long for me to reach my limits, but before he could finish me, I pulled out. Just in time for me to cum all over his face. It spread all over his face; he flinched and groaned. The second one erupted towards his bare chest, covering him in my sticky cum. Again and again, I shot another load, covering him fully. "Fuuuuck." I moaned, trying my best to control myself. As soon as I went dry, I stroked Mike's face, neck, and chest, rubbing my cum into his skin. "Like that." I pet him playfully while he just nods.

His eyes rolled back for a second before a derpy smile spread across his face again. "Get up." I said, and he did. I could tell he enjoyed it too, given the massive wet patch all around his still-throbbing dick. "Are you done?" I touched his neck and his dick. To my surprise, he shook his head. "Follow me then." I led him into my bedroom and sat down on the bed, motioning for him to join me. Turning him around, I hugged him from behind again, one arm on his chest, the other around his neck.

"Now for the finale." I breathed down his neck, choking him slightly. Mike didn't fight back; he took a deep breath, awaiting my commands.

"Every time I touch you, you will get hard. Your body will crave my touch; it will crave a release from my hand and my will." I said, stroking him lovingly while choking him. I managed to pull his wet cock out of his briefs, causing him to groan breathlessly. "You can touch yourself and play with yourself; nothing will make you cum. And once the pressure gets too high, you will get back into this state and follow my orders." I said, tightening my grip. Instinctively, he grabbed his own cock with both of his hands, trying to make him cum, but nothing happened. "Do you understand me?" I said, letting him breathe again. "Yes." Mike moaned, and his body went stiff again. "Once you release yourself now, this will be your reality. You will be mine; you will be a slave." I stroked him while he took another breath. "I will be yours." He said that, and with that, I wrapped my hand around his cock. With one move, the tip erupted, and I aimed for his chest again. This time, it was his own cum. I loved seeing his body twitch, his eyes so blank, and his cock so hard.

After a minute of shooting massive loads, he went dry as well, and I released Mike. "Get up and get clean, pig." I pushed him, and he stood up. "Once you're done, you will get out of that state again and won't remember a thing about today. The condition is what stays." He looked at me with his eyes shining slightly, nodded, and left.

I fell down onto the bed, touching myself again. This is going to be fun.

#tf story #male hypno #male hypnosis #gay hypno #hypno story #soccer hypno #soccer gear

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hiskillingjar · 10 months ago

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helloooo, hope youre having a nice day :) can we maybe get mc huffing strades sweaty pits? im am a very normal anon who can be trusted around stinky men, if you cant tell

you....you understand me, anon. like nobody else. this is totally pornographic and ya'll better be cool with it.

600+ words. we're on some faggot shit

The headboard of Strade's bed banged rhythmically with each hard thrust, accompanying grunts, groans and whimpers, and the sound of slapping flesh on flesh.

He had you on your front, hands and knees, head down and ass up. Stereotypical, really. Or, your head would have been down if he didn't have his thick fingers fisted in your hair, pulling your neck and chest upright as he fucked into you hard.

"Nghhh-" You moaned mindlessly, your drooling mouth wide open and panting as the headboard banging got a little less rhythmic and erratic, the more he went on.

You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as he let out a gritted teeth groan, irritated by how long this was taking.

"Fuck, you're taking a lot out of me today, you little whore," He grunted, his accent thick, each breath heavy as he let go of your hair and placed his hand on your hips. "Let's have you doing some of the work, hm?"

You whined as he pulled out of you (feeling somehow empty without his pulsing cock), though you couldn't mourn the loss for long before he was man-handling you into a new position, pulling you into his lap, yanking your soft thighs apart and forcing your head down, so that he could wrap his arm around it, lodging you deep into the grove of his armpit, and keep you still in a tight headlock.

"Mmph…" You murmured, still a little dazed, your lids fluttering as he slid back inside of you and resumed thrusting, his other hand on your hip, forcing them to bob in time and putting a little more effort on your part.

He was already sweaty before this from a hard day of work, evidenced by wet stains in the pits of his overshirt and a thick, sour smell of sweat lingering on his tan and damp skin. Despite popular belief, he actually showered every day, but that wasn't enough to keep up with what he got up to (nor did it keep up with his German genes, he blamed it on once).

Sex had exerted him all the more though, and the scent of sweat and sex, deep and heady and teeth-achingly addictive, had only gotten worse, which meant being nestled so close to his armpits was sending you into absolute fucking overdrive.

"Goddduh-" You moaned stupidly, feeling your body tighten involuntarily when you felt the thick, wet hair that dusted his armpits against the corner of your mouth.

"Oh yeah, you like that?" He asked between pants, sliding a little deeper inside you, like he was trying to penetrate an organ (and you wouldn't have put it past him. "Your pussy is clinging onto me, so you must like it an awful lot, liebling." He laughed and flexed his bicep a little tighter, squeezing around your neck and making your head rush all the more.

"You're so fucking gross," You slurred, gasping as he pulled out of you and pressed the head of his cock up against your erect clit, stimulating it but barely. "Nghhhhh, so disgustinggg…guhh..."

"Mm, you like that though, don't you?" He teased, shifting his arm up a little more so that you were pressed right up against the deepest groove of his armpit, your nose nestling against the damp hairs, breathing in the thick, rich smell of his sweat. "You wanna be fucked by someone as gross as me, which, if you think about it," He breathed out, sliding back inside of you and feeling you grow tighter. "Makes you even grosser than me."

You couldn't resist a deep moan as you buried yourself more against his skin and dragged your tongue over him, tasting his body, tasting the thick scent, the sour, salty taste of his sweat.

"Gaaah," He groaned, squeezing your neck even tighter. "You little freak…"

"So fucking good," You murmured, your voice thick with demented lust as you delved your tongue back against his armpit, moaning as it worked its way against the sweaty and warm fold of fat, muscle and flesh, and your cunt squeezed even tighter against his pounding cock. "You smell so fucking good."

#strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #fics #drabbles #if strade isn't disgusting and sweaty and gross I DON'T WANT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

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camisoledadparis · 4 days ago

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story: Piss Pig new year's night

My hot new year's threeway

New year's night. I was with a 71 year old big cock daddy! He told me to get ass up face down, and spread my ass wide with my hands. So I did. His mate was infront of me wanting his small dick sucked. So used one hand to spread my ass and one to support myself up to get spit-roasted. He slowly pushed into me about 1/3rd of his dick and then thrust the rest in with force balls deep!

He nearly busted me! Three strokes of his big cock balls slapping my balls, and boom! I had an orgasm! I blew as my almost hard cock pulsated and throbbed! Big load all over the bed.

His mate held my head and jammed all into my tongue out sloppy spitty mouthed. Balls slapping my chin. His dick was small but tasty, unwashed! Like I like em.

He shot pretty soon, considering, I took him balls deep, sloppy wet, tongue out, looking at him with eye contact, moaning! Only a little load cause they were fucking before I got there and was empty! I absorbed his jizz, still getting balls deep by Daddy!

The slapping sounds got louder and wetter as my ass juices flowed. I repositioned and put my face into my big load on the bed, and started licking the bed sheets sucking it all up, while daddy, went gangbusters on my now open, sloppy Faggot hole, I looked back at daddy, covered in cum, licking my lips, and said" "Am I a good Faggot daddy" right there he moaned and yelled and started pumping his load into my ass! I said, "oh yeah, daddy, fill that Faggot hole, yeah daddy" he had a big orgasim, and slumped onto me and I slumped onto the wet bed! He almost fell asleep! One of those orgasims! The soul sucker!

I felt his dick soften and Start to slip out. So I said" it's gonna slip out, quick put it in my mouth. He got up, I turned and squatted, and he put his semi hard , cum and ass juice covered cock into my mouth, no hands I slurped gently, and licked up and down till he was not sensitive again. Then I sat him on the bed, told him to lift up his legs and relax! He did! I squatted again, and preceded to give him thick wide tongue lashes from ass to knob and down again! Cleaned his messy man bits groin like a kid eating a melting gelati. His cum dribbled out of my gaped hole cause I was squatting, so I used my hand to grab it as i finished him off! He asked me to squat over him and squeeze!

I did what daddy asked. A few wet squelches and a few drips and it was over! My sphincter slowly closed, my ass throbbed, my face and mouth and body slowly absorbed the stink and I lay back and lit a cigarette. HAPPY NEW YEAR BOYS! All I need his mate was spent. Daddy was almost asleep, I was high on shard and DADDY dick, so I got up, and said, im going into the back yard, and ill be there mouth open until daddy needs to piss! Lol

Suddenly daddy got energy, so too his mate, and we went out back , I squatted, mouth opened, tongue out, drooling saliva, and both of them were pushing to piss in the moment. Cause a piss Faggot Pig, was looking up mouth open needing degradation!

I kept on degrading myself verbally while I waited. " Mmm what a dirty pig Faggot I am," and " mmm, come on guys, finish the faggot off" lol I'm so Verbal! They both stood there trying to piss, and pulling their cocks! So I spat on both their cocks and up into the air into my face, like a pig, and daddy said, "yeah it's coming" " here Faggot, take daddies hot piss". I said YES DADDY!"

I opened and out tongue out and he started slowly pissing but dribbling, so I moved and lapped it flicking my tongue like a dog drinking from a tap! Lol. He built up pressure and I just took it into my mouth! Overflowing it onto myself then swallowing the next fill! Pulling my ROCK HARD DICK, and saying, "mmmm thank you daddy" " please spit on me, please".

He spat and I then put my mouth on his cock while the last flow started to wane. He grabbed my head and thrusting it all into my mouth getting harder again! His mate then fired up! I swapped to him and put his whole cock into my mouth, as he started to piss. I opened wide, started tonguing his nuts, while his little dick pissed into my mouth running out all over me!

They both starred spitting in my face on my head, and degrading me verbally! "YOU DIRTY FILTHY FAGGOT CUNT" "FUCKING PIG" the more they spat and abused the more I got excited! My dick was full raging, throbbing and pulsating! They piss stopped but I didn't! I then sucked daddy tongue out as he held my head and I had his knob blocking my airway! I reached and gagged. But he held on hard, making me pull out hard to breathe, and I brought up hot piss as I coughed! Daddy said, "YEAH", his mate said " YEAH" and I said " YEAH" as I got oxygen in! Then his mate grabbed my head. He was now hard again! Power fucking my head then pushing me back forcefully saying, " Fucking faggot" and spitting in my face! Daddy got hold of my neck and walked me to the outdoor lounge! I lay back, head off couch, upside down, and daddy squatted down and thrust fucked my throat !

I struggled to cope, his 9 inch was full mast. I kept on gagging, and slobbering and vomiting the fresh piss and trying to breath! Daddy was gonna fuck this Faggot pig nasty now. Slamming down and holding down until I nearly passed out and to breath. The verbal was full on. " Faggot, pig, whore, cunt, " the spit was flowing, and I was struggling but lovin' the degradation, and aggressive energy! I was under dick attack then daddy moaned and moaned and pushed down, and screamed full voice," Ohhhhhh you fucking Faggot!" and with all his weight down my throat, his hands holding my feet down, his mate grabbed my arms, and held them back tight. I was like a star fish. Pinned unable to move , his cock Rick hard half way down my throat, weight

Pinning my neck bent back , he unloaded into my THROAT! I felt his pulsating dick, unloading and I started going " gruuuh, gruuuh, gruuuh" trying to breath as my throat tried to regurgitate, but couldn't cause I had 9 inch pumper, blocking it. It was past my Adams apple. Never had a dick that deep. I throat my 8 inch dildo all the way and that's maximum. So I thought. Well the neck muscles are powerful, and I had just enough to pull side ways and out! Instantly I regurgitated, his load, his piss, his mates piss and cum, my ass juices, my saliva, and my stomach lining like a proper vomit! Extreme and not pleasurable in those few moments. I coughed, and my eyes watered, blurred, and I was FUCKED UP! That was it! They let go, I started to recover, and reboot! The vomit was bad but lasted 10. second or so. But everything before that was fucking amazing! As I sat there covered in piss, spit and slobber, blurry eyed, and throat killing me, I looked at them both smiling, and I said, " NOW THAT'S HOW TO FUCK A FAGGOT UP!". LOL. We all started laughing! I said, THANK you DADDY! I swear my throat was sore like I had tonsilitis!

For over a week tender, and 19 days in, still tender! Fucking loved it! SUBSERVIENT, submissive, slave but who was in control? I made it all happen. I went, I serviced, I surrendered, I lead, and even when I was pinned , arms and feet held, cock blocking my breath, it was cause I surrendered! law of attraction applies! Careful what you wish for, cause and affect, all in there, and in control in truth, but I'll claim it as mine! I made it happen!

Now xx that's how to fuck a dirty filthy Faggot! Lol

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sissyndfw · 10 months ago

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Sam's Training - Part 1

About a week after Leigha and I got Gangbanged in the bar parking lot Sam showed up at my place. He was crying and all upset. Normally I wouldn't care about a guy being a big pussy like this but I felt bad for the guy having fucked him with my caged cock and making him eat another mans cum out of his girlfriend. I invited him in and we sat on the couch, I asked him what was wrong, Leigha broke up with me he sobbed. I hugged him and asked if she told him why. She said I don't satisfy her. I don't know what to do he explained. I said, Sam let's face it, you have a very small cock. I put my mouth right next to his ear and quietly asked, do you remember what I told you the other night?

He responded yes, but I don't like doing that. I said, listen Sam, don't fucking lie to me. You came so hard when I was inside you. I licked his ear and continued, I bet your little cock is fucking hard right now isn't it? He stammered, yes. You liked feeling me inside your virgin ass didn't you? I stuck my tongue in his ear hole and wiggled it. He responded yes. Yes what Sam, I whispered. I liked it when you fucked my ass. Good boy, I told him. There's only one thing, I continued, I was wearing my cage that night so it doesn't count. I turned his head and kissed him. I'm going to teach you how to cum like a girl I told him as I kissed him again and reached down and grabbed his rock hard dick. See, just thinking about my cock inside you has your little dick about to squirt.

I told him to stand up and strip naked for me. Sam was very fit and had a great body, he looked so cute standing there in front of me with his little cock poking out. I giggled as I looked at it twitching up and down. I ordered him down on his knees and said, now the first thing you always do is give a blowjob. This will get your man really hard and get his cock super wet. Now I want you to practice on my big gurl cock, I reached out and grabbed his head and pulled him to the edge of the couch.

All I had on was a t-shirt and my panties. Pull my panties down, I demanded. As he pulled them off he let out a sigh and said your cock is bigger than mine and you're not even hard. Put it in your mouth and let's find out how big it will get, I responded. He just sat there pondering so I grabbed his head and pulled him in between my legs. Lick the tip I commanded as I lifted my hips up. Good boy, now put the tip in your mouth and suck on it like a lollipop. I moaned as his lips wrapped around my cock. He took all of my soft cock into his mouth and pressed his chin into my balls. I let out another moan and released his head. Keep it right there I said as I could feel my cock start to stiffen. It's getting hard I said as the tip hit the back of his throat causing him to moan and squirm.

He started bobbing his head up and down my throbbing cock. He was able to take almost half of my big cock before gagging. He started drooling thick white saliva as he reached up and grabbed the base of my cock. He was really sucking my dick now and I could tell I was about to cum. I grabbed his head and asked if he was ready for lesson 1. He moaned as I thrusted hard into his mouth. Lesson 1, a good faggot always swallows. I pulled back so only the tip was in and flooded his mouth with cum. He tried to pull away but I held him there as I drained my balls down his throat yelling at him to swallow all of it.

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haidynskye · 2 months ago

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This was from a few years ago when I put on my mom’s panties and bra. I felt so slutty, I put an ad on craigslist, and within an hour, I found my first cock of the night. I was hesitant to answer the ad, but really gave into my sissy desires. I wanted to feel like a dirty slut, so I chose an older bear type. When he came over, he sat on my couch and took off his pants. He was a heavy set older man with a big belly. His balls were big and hairy, and he had a large bush above his cock. I got on all fours, and crawled up to him. I slowly kissed his inner thigh until I reached his balls. He let out a moan and placed his hand on my head as he thrusted his balls on my face. He rubbed his hairy sack along my face as I felt his cock begin to throb on my forehead. I sucked on his balls, using my tongue to lick all over his hairy sack. The musky taste was off putting at first, but my sissy mind continued for the sake of sissifying myself. After a few moments of gargling his sweaty ballsack in my mouth, he moved my head onto the tip of his penis and told me to massage his cock with my throat hole. The first lick was all i needed. The softness of his cock made my tongue water, soaking his juicy cock with my saliva. I made out with his head, and then slowly began to work his shaft, up and down. I put pressure with my lips while giving him head. The feeling of his veins made constant contact with my lips, causing his cock to throb and pulsate. His hand was placed on my back, as he guided my head. His giant stomach was pressed up against my forehead as he bit his lips. Sweat began to roll off his chest, down his tummy, and onto my face. Using my saliva, I gagged on his cock to create a thick strand of spit. With my own spit, I lubricated my throat by forcing his cock as far down my throat as I could. The tip of his penis helped push my saliva farther down, opening up more room in my throat for cock. Each time I shoved my head down onto his cock, more spit built up. His cock became covered in my spit, making me feel like a filthy cum slut. I drooled all over his cock and balls as he used my mouth to unload his nutsack of all his sperm. This went on for over an hour. I grew tired, and wanted to stop, but I reminded myself that as a sissy faggot, I am obligated to milk his cock. A second wave of horniness took over me. In that moment I felt my feminine side grow. The feeling of my mom’s panties riding up my ass, while I have a daddy cock in my mouth, made me so turned on. I began to moan with a girly voice, i arched my back with my ass up so Daddy could feel me up. I really embraced being a woman, feeling so sexy in a bra and panties. I grew excitement thinking I’m an actual woman. I heard Daddy suck on his middle finger, prompting me to look up. He took his finger out of his mouth, and placed it over my butthole. Without hesitation, I wiggled my ass to give Daddy the signal, and he wiggled his finger into my tight hole. I loved the feeling of my ass getting fingered while I gagged on his cock. I was so turned on I started to lick all over . I passionately licked his stomach, legs, balls, and taint while he stroked his cock with one hand, and fingered me with the other. Before long, his legs began to shake as his cock stiffened. Daddy started talking really dirty to me as he approached orgasm. He called me son, and said I am a faggot for putting a mans penis in my mouth. He verbally shit talked me while I sucked his cock to completion. “You let me grind my balls over your face, what kind of faggot are you?”, he said. “What kind of gross boy lets another man shove his cock down his mouth?” He grunted and leaned forward as he told me “and now you’re gonna let a man fill your mouth with sperm, you nasty slut, now open wide!” He slid his cock all the way back and held me down while he groaned. I felt a throb, and then his tip open as a warm, thick load of cum was dumped in me. His cum was full and chunky. The force of his sperm made me gag as it filled my tummy. I slurped his dick like a straw, swallowing his creamy load until he was done

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captainlondonman · 2 years ago

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RUGGER BUGGER

Rugger Bugger

Charlie had worked at the Rugby club for a few months to earn a bit of extra money for college. It meant being there on a Saturday after the match to pick up all the towels after the guys had showered and put them in the washer and then generally tidy up. All easy work but Charlie enjoyed being in the changing room after the matches and seeing the lads strip off to go into the shower. They had all worked out and being rugby players had real thick legs and well built upper torsos. More than 6 pack with all their dedicated training. Most guys shaved their chests and Charlie relished seeing their well developed tits and rippling arm muscles. Some had beards, some had their hair tied back and most had shaved heads which Charlie preferred. Christ they looked Real Men. Charlie was slim built and was never going to be man mountain. Some guys liked to shave their pubes but all of them showed off their cocks as they went into the showers. Charlie also liked to hear them talk especially if they had won a match as it was usually how much of a high they were on and what they were going to do that night with their wives and girlfriends, the talk was always about screwing and getting the girls to give them blow jobs. Often as they talked the guys would give their cocks a quick pull one or two of them clearly horny the length just before going erect. There was always banter, mildy slapping arses and hugging. Charlie watched quietly hoping that his cock was not seen by the guys as usually he had such a boner. Often he would go home and wank furiously thinking of what the guys could do to him but knowing it was only a dream. There was one of the players that Charlie liked most. Matt.

He had legs like tree trunks and a wide chest with big pecs and muscular arms. He was always telling the team about how much he worked out during the week to prepare for the game and how at the gym the women were drooling over his body. He was the leader of the group who told stories about all the women they fucked. He had dark hair cut like a crew cut with a squashed nose that had been broken several time on the pitch due to his aggresive nature. He always liked to show a couple of days unshaven growth. Said the women loved the feel as he worked on their pussies

Though Charlie may have had the hots for Matt it was certainly not reciprocated from this pure male stud. All Matt thought of Charlie was that he was the one to tidy up after the games.

That Saturday the lads won so were all shouting and swearing in the showers as they got ready to leave,

Charlie said to Matt as he went into the showers

‘Great score, Matt’

Matt didn’t even bother to reply.

After putting most of the towels into the washer he returned to the changing room to check all was done and the team had all left leaving only a few towels and still the smell of their bodies lingered in the room which Charlie found such a turn on. He saw hanging on Matt’s clothes hook a jockstrap, clearly the one Matt had worn during the game. It was like a gold nugget for Charlie. He picked it off the hook and put it to his nose. He could feel Matt’s balls and cock sweating in the jockstrap. It was high with sweat and he could also smell the piss when Matt had pissed at half time. The more he smelt it the more aroused he became, pressing the jockstrap against his nose, his cock was ramrod stiff. With one hand holding the jockstrap the other went down to the crotch and started stroking his dick. Shit I have to cum here and then I can take it home with me and wank all week.

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing’, a voice bawled out behind him.. Matt stood there with his towel wrapped round him, legs apart.

‘You dirty little faggot, shit you’re getting off smelling my jockstrap you little pervert. I always thought you were a queer boy and I’m dammed right and it’s my fucking jock that isturning you on. Well you’re not getting away with his, no way you fucking little bitch. Get your pants down now, you hear me.’

Charlie was helpless and could only obey the command. This was never what he had dreamt off. Matt walked over and snatched his jockstrap out of Charlie’s hand

‘So you fucking like my smell do you. Well open your mouth and see how much you like this’ With that he forced the jockstrap into Charlies mouth making him choke as it was rammed in.

‘Not so much of a turn on with that down your throat. Now bend over the bench you little poof. You won’t be able to make a sound when I finish with you’

Taking his wet towel off he wound it up making a tight strap. As Charlie bent over so Matt took his aim and slapped the towel hard against Charlies arse. The pain was acute but he could only mumble as the tears started to roll down his cheeks.

‘That’s one for being a fucking queer, now this for taking my jockstrap.’

2, 3,4, 5,6 times the towel hit hard on Charlies cheeks the red weal mark showing and his arse tingling with pain.

‘Now look what you’ve fucking gone and done.’

Charlie looked round and Matts cock was showing a good sized boner.

‘Christ belting you has turned me on, you faggot. I don’t get hard without needing to come.’

He pushed Charlie away from the bench and sat down on it, his legs wide apart and his prick sticking upright. He gave his cock a couple of long strokes and let some spit fall onto his shaft.

He grabbed hold of Charlie and brought his body over for Charlie to sit on him.

‘Well this is what you wanted isn’t it. All I want is to get some cum out of my balls.’

Matt forced Charlies raw arse to move down on to of his prick and as he felt Matt’s head touch his hole, so Matt forced him down his cock ramming straight in and up to the hilt.

‘Now then you little poof now you’ve got what you want my hard big dick up that arse of yours, and sniffing all my sweat and piss from my jockstrap’.

As Charlie was pinned down on Matts cock, the changing room door opened and in walked another of the rugby team, Joe.

‘Fucking hell mate, what the fuck are you doing.’

‘It’s not what you think Joe, I ain’t bloody queer. This little ponce was getting off on my jock so I decided he need to be taught a lesson and after a good belting, shit my cock got a boner seeing all the marks on his bum so I thought a rape fuck would be best for him and me.’

‘Jesus that lad looks as if he got more than one cock up him.’

Joe walked over to them.

‘So you’re a little perv eh. You like watching all us butch guys in the changing room. Getting in and out of the showers. Christ you must be hard as fuck watching us. Surprised we’ve never see your dick sticking out. Maybe you need to get a lesson from me as well. Any game we win always makes me horny and needing to get back to shalft the girlfriend but I came back to get my jacket and I’m still horny.’ Joe said rubbing his crotch which was showing a long outline in his joggers

‘As Matt has his dick up your arse then you’ve still another opening that can service me.’

With that he pulled the jock out of Charlie’s mouth with one hand and with the other flipped out his thick dick now hard his massive head showing signs of precum.

‘So open your mouth wide boy and take my dick. Joe grabbed Charlie hair and pulled his face into towards his cock teasingly letting his head slide gently into his mouth.

‘So you like us rugger men do you. Then you must just luv this being shafted by Matt and having my cock in your mouth. Must be bliss for you.’

Charlie knew he could do nothing. He was being raped by the two guys who were so much stronger. No one would believe his story as they were clearly so hetero.

Joe moved his cock in and out until Charlie had taken the full length and could feel Joe’s pubes brushing against his mouth.

‘Christ boy that throat of yours knows how to take dick.’

Seeing Joe’s cock inside Charlies mouth made Matt’s prick start to throb. He now needed to shoot his load all the way up Charlies arse. Putting his hands around Charlies waist he started to move him up and down so Matt could feel his cock being massaged by Charlie’s arse. The more he raised and lowered Charlie the more Joe was pushing his cock in and out.

‘Tell you what Joe, I’ve never fucked a guy before but this tight arse is almost better than a bit of pussy but I won’t be doing any more of this. Looks as if you are getting a good blow job judging by your face.

‘Tell you what Matt this fucking pansy’s got some bloody big throat. Christ he’s about to take a fucking great wave of my spunk.’

Mine too’ moaned Matt. ‘Jesus I’m about to cum

‘Mate let’s do this together. I’m ready.’

‘Shit I’m coming Joe.’ With a final shove Matt erupted his spunk up Charlie’s arse and Joe let go all the way down Charlie’s throat so much cum that it was running out of Charlie’s mouth and down his face.

Joe took his cock out and wiped his dick on the towel Matt had used to fly Charlie then stuck it into his joggers. Matt pushed Charlie off his cock and also wiped himself.

The door opened and in walked the Coach.

‘What the hell is going on here? What the fuck are you two doing with Charlie? I’ve a good idea.’

‘The little poofter was asking for it Coach.’

‘Don’t make me believe that load of crap you morons. Get the fuck of here now, I said NOW. Grab your things and get out before I fucking hammer the two of you.’

Joe and Matt grabbed their things and left.

‘Come and sit here Charlie, the Coach said putting his arm around his shoulder.

‘I can guess what happened and know you were not able to stop them. They are too strong for you to fend off.’

Charlie broke down into tears and buried his head into the Coach’s chest.

‘Look go and get a shower and really clean yourself and then come back. Don’t worry I will make sure you get your own back.’

Charlie spent ages showering cleaning as much cum as he could out of his arse and this throat. He came back dressed and stood in front of the coach.

‘Now listen carefully Charlie. I will put a bag outside your front door next Saturday. Do as the instructions say and then come here before the match. Look don’t worry, Matt won’t see you and you will know what to do. Believe me. Now go home and relax and wait until next weekend. OK?

Charlie did not know what the Coach meant but knew the guy was honest and caring. Sure enough next Saturday when Charlie opened the front door a sports bag was sitting in the front steps. It seemed quite heavy as if full of clothes. He undid the zip and saw a page of instructions on the top and under it a small bag.

The instructions started

‘Open the bag and you will find a jockstrap, a well used one, take it out and start smelling it getting as many of the piss fumes up your nose as possible.’

As Charlie opened the bag he could immediately smell piss and sweat. He felt as if he hardly needed to stick his nose into it. He felt a bit nervous after what happened the last time he did that but this time he was on his own and so safe. In fact he thought this time it could be a real turn on so he took of his dressing gown and stood in front of the mirror so he could see himself getting hard and then wank shooting his spunk into the mirror.

He put the jockstrap next to his nose and slowly took in the pungent aroma. Christ it was high but he loved the fact that someone had worn this and pissed. The more he smelt it the more he pressed to his nose and the more he started to feel like an electric current run through his body. He felt as if his body had started to shake , the heat intensifying the more he smelt but he could now not take his nose away. His body was not only tingling but he felt as if his skin was stretching every way. Pulling him upwards and outwards. He looked into the mirror and his eyes could only make out a blur so he looked down at his body and saw his legs thickening to look almost like the tree trunk legs Matt had, dark hair was sprouting all around his legs in curling clumps. He was taller ,much taller than before. His arms were massive with bulging muscle and again hair sprouting all down the full length and onto his thick hands. His chest was no longer the skinny frame he had always hated. He had a good slim waist but from there up the body grew outwards showing every strong muscle with big pecs and raised tits. In between his breasts dark curly hair sprouted. Shit what is happening. He then looked down to his groin and between his legs was a thick heavy cut cock hanging between massive balls all covered in hair. His cock was huge and he could see the vein outlines struggling to stop being fully erect. Finally the blur started to clear and he could look into the mirror. He was looking not at just a different body but a different face. He now had like a rugger forward bulldog face with a snub nose that had been broken, a shaved head and heavy facial growth. He looked as if he would mow down any guy on the rugby pitch. He pinched himself to make sure it was him and yup it was.

He started to feel so horny as this is what he had always imagined himself as wanting to look like in his dreams. As his hand went down to start stroking his lengthening cock he looked at the instructions

‘Do not masturbate. You need to save yourself for the match and after. Get dressed in the clothes from the bag and get down to the rugby club.’

Taking his hand away from his new large prick he looked again into the bag and brought out the clothes.

He put on the thong with enhanced cock profile, pulled on the jeans with large belt with it cinched high to show off a proud cock outline. The T shirt was almost glued to his chest so tight it showed every bone and muscle. Heavy black boots completed his change. Charlie looked admiringly into the mirror, swung the bag over his shoulder and set off for the club.

As he walked in feeling fully confident he met the Coach.

‘Hi Chas’ he said ‘glad you could make it today to help us out. Let me take you into the changing rooms and meet the lads.’

They walked in together.

‘Shut it for a moment boys, meet Chas, a great player and I’ve asked him in to help us today as Joe is off with a broken arm. Matt meet Chas you will be working together in the scrum so make sure you get on.

Matt said ‘Well Chas you’re built like a brick shithouse, should be great in the scrum. Haven’t seen you around.’

‘Well Matt, just back and been doing a lot of work out to get back into a shape so I can play again. Coach rang me up and suggested that as one of your guys broke his arm, I should step in.’

‘Yes shame about Joe. Coach was with him at the time. Says he will be out for the rest of the season.’

The guys changed and went out on to the pitch to meet their opponents. A great dirty game with Chas scoring two tries.

‘What a fucking great game that was. Thank God we had Chas in the team. You did a bloody great job and would not have won without you.’

‘Yeah good to be back in the game.’

All the lads went into the shower and Chas held Matt back to discuss the game and what they might do next week so by the time they stripped off most of the lads had finished and were on their way out the door.

Matt and Chas stripped off and walked to the shower, Matt looking Chas up and down.

‘Shit you have certainly worked out Chas. Takes a lot of work to get a bod like that. And that’s some tool you’ve got. Shit a bit of a monster I’d say. You won’t have any trouble meeting the chics later in the pub. They will be drooling over you. Every Saturday they are always hanging around looking for a good fuck.’

Both guys stood side by side in the shower lathering themselves and cleaning off all the dirt. letting the cascade of water run down them.

Matt stood facing the wall and wiping his face as the water splashed over. He didn’t stand a chance. Chas moved over and stood behind him, quickly clasping his strong right arm around Matt’s neck taking him fully by surprise.. Matt brought his arms up to try and free himself but the more he tried the more Chas choked him until he realised it was hopeless to struggle.

‘What the fuck are you doing that for?’ he spluttered.

‘Just think a minute. Remember last Saturday eh?’

‘What the fuck do you mean?’

‘Remember that kid you raped in the changing room with your mate Joe. Well Joe has been taken care of but you need to be reminded.’

‘It was only a joke. The bloody little queer was wanking himself with my jockstrap.’

Wasn’t doing you any harm but you still had to fuck the young guy.’

‘He was probably gagging for it.’

‘Really mate?’

‘Shit Chas what is that you’ve got against my arse?’

‘You noticed my massive dick a few minutes ago so you obviously took note. Well it’s now hard and I’m needing to fuck and you’re the only one around.’

‘You’ve got to be joking. I’m not a bloody homo and no one has ever fucked me.’

‘Well this is going to be the first time for you then. Now widen your legs to let me in.’

Chas pushed Matts legs apart. Seeing Matts broad back and his hairy arse sticking out made Chas’s cock swell to its full length. Shit he was going to enjoy fucking this virgin arse. Chas pressed his manhood against Matts crack, his head forcing the hole to widen.

‘Don’t tense or it’ll be worse for you. I’m going the whole way in so accept and let that big cock of mine work its way up you.’

‘No please don’t. I can’t take all that meat seriously you are too big. I ain’t ever been done.’

Tightening his hold around the neck, Chas felt more and more horny knowing his cock was the first ever up Matt’s arse.. With his free hand he widened Matts cheeks to let his cock start to slip in.

‘Oh my God you can’t do this’

The more Matt begged the more Chas wanted to fuck and cum all the way up. He inched his cock up and as Matt tried to struggle all he did was push his arse out making it easier for Chas to ram the whole way up. When he was fully in he could feel Matt relax his muscles. So he slowly started to move in and out hearing Matt groan with pain but was it? Chas moved his free hand round to grab Matt’s cock which was rock hard and good 8 inches.

‘For someone who ain’t ever been fucked your cock is loving it. Bit more of a queer than you think.’

‘I am not’

‘Well that stiff dick of yours tells me differently.

Feeling the erect cock made Chas start to hump more and more furiously his hand rubbing Matt’s dick and feeling precum at the tip.

‘You’re going take every drop of my cum and shoot yourself, you fairy. The more Chas rammed the more Matt’s arse responded and the louder he groaned until Chas erupted wave after wave of cum op Matt’s arse

‘Shit I’m coming Chas’ and with that Matt spunked all over the shower tiled wall.

Chas slipped his cock out and washed off the remaining cum pushing Matt against the wall.

‘Now get yourself off and look for all those chics of yours. If they know you have just been fucked by a man they might not be so keen. Piss off and look out next time.’

Matt quickly got dressed and said nothing as he sloped off.

As Chas went to get dressed Coach appeared from a corner of the room

‘Well Charlie I said you would get your revenge on Matt and you sure gave that bum of his a mighty fuck. Now you have to think if you want to stay as Chas or go back.’

Looking at himself in the mirror a full rugger player he replied

‘There is no going back Coach. This is me now the way I have always wanted to look like. If there is anything I can do for you.’

‘Well take a look at this Chas’

Chas looked at the tenting in Coach’s joggers a meaty pole sticking out horizontally.

‘That fuck of yours Chas has made me ready for a blowjob. Hope you can oblige.’

Chas pulled down the joggers releasing Coach’s cock as it sprang up to hit off his chest. Pulling Coach down onto the bench Chas knelt down to stare at his cock. ‘This is going to give both of us satisfaction’ Chas said as he opened his mouth to rim the tip of his head..

‘Let me get my saliva going, Coac,h around your dick makes it easier to take the full length.’

As the cock slipped down Chas’s throat so Coach took hold of Chas’s head and started moving it back and forwards his own body arching back with pleasure his breathing deepening with every suck.

‘That’s right Chas take it all the way. Shit what a cocksucker. Joe was right. Go on Chas wank yourself now as I want you to enjoy this as much.’ As Chas started wanking so he sucked more and more the two men reaching a frenzy of pleasure.

‘Christ Chas I’m coming, take every drop ‘ and forcing Chas’s head right up to his pubes Coach rammed in mouthful after mouthful of cum down Chas’s throat as Chas let out a groan his own spunk spurting out across the floor.

‘Am I glad to have you in the team Chas. I may have to give you a bit of personal training from time to time.’

‘It would be my pleasure Coach’

As Chas walked out the clubhouse his phone rang

‘Yes?’

‘It’s Matt. Christ my arse is sore but I now realise what I did last week was wrong. Poof or not I should not have done it and will apologise to Charlie next time.’

‘No need, telling me is enough’

‘I’ve thought of little else since I left you and I’m not going out with the lads tonight. I wondered if you might come round to mine.’

‘So I thought you were Mr Straight.’

So did I, but when you get a cock like yours up your arse it makes you think twice. Now that you’ve opened me up I hoped you might like to have another go. And Christ man I never thought I’d say it but I want to take your dick all the way down my throat. So all right if you want to know I fancy you like fuck.’

‘You don’t need to ask I’ll be round in an hour so get ready for a long night you rugger bugger.’

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