#salemsindie

[strikersunindie]

@salemsindie

Augustus and Morgan were a power couple that made many men submit to the both of them. They were unsure at first how they'd be compatible given they were both tops but finding men to share together was their solution. However, it became apparent that whenever they added the kink element and the hookup became a session, Augustus was the one in charge. It must have inspired Morgan to want to feel what that's like, since the other suggested they have a session like that. Morgan did have a condition however. That Augustus feed him an odd liquid if the other was able to drop into that subspace. He knew that Morgan often made little concoctions, so Augustus trusted the man with this.

"First, we'll put this on," he said before wrapping a blindfold around Morgan's eyes. For someone first submitting, Augustus usually liked taking away their sight to make them feel vulnerable. Augustus then brought Morgan's wrists behind him. "Hold them together, baby," he whispered into Morgan's ear, deciding to go a little softer than their sessions to start off. Once he saw they were clasped, Augustus used the rope to tied them together properly. "Go on. Try to wiggle out of it for your Sir," he ordered. The Dom reached around and began playing with Morgan's nipple with one hand while the other began palming that impressive bulge to teach the body that being bound was pleasure. It would also help Morgan get over the body's natural instinct to resist that was common among those being bound by someone for the first time.

[slvttybvys]

@salemsindie liked for an Owen starter

"That... was a very smooth line. Did you come up with that yourself?" Owen asked genuinely impressed with the other man.

[modcrnspirits]

Fatin had a certainty that was hard to resist for his lovers. He knew it, even if he chose them carefully. But he had to admit that with Jon, the impulse came out of a very bad day at the tribunal. The energy inside of him pulsed with a need for release. And then coming to his office to find the intern slacking off? Oh, the release presented itself right there. Watching Jon, he had no more doubts about getting exactly what he needed from him. And when that tongue ran up and down his shaft - he smiled as if he had actually won his case already. "There you go." He said softly, just as the boy asked about the door. "No need for that. Everyone in this office will know we found a new position for you." He winked down, grabbing Jon's hard and pulling his face closer to his cock.

"Besides, no one would dare to enter." The people that worked for him adored Fatin with a kind of submissive devotion. And Fatin trusted them with closed eyes. Jon was the odd one out - but Fatin was about to make him his too. "Now, open wide. Or else you can go and pack your stuff." Rude, not exactly charming, but the frustration spoke louder and he needed at least one happy ending for his night.

The young man was half convinced that he was dreaming. There was no way that Fatin of all people was really standing there in the middle of his office with his cock out in the intern's face... Right? Never in a million years would Jon have pegged him to be anything but the tight-ass stick in the mud lawyer yet there they were. The solid smack of his head, obviously still not completely engorged, pulled him from his thoughts and set him into motion. "You're not going to want to leave your office once I'm through with you."

Say what he might about the man as a boss, Jon couldn't deny he was hot. In a grumpy 'Why haven't you done what I've asked you to do in the 6 hours I've left you alone' kind of way and something about seeing his cock hanging front he fly of his suit pants really did something to him in a way he wasn't expecting. In one fluid motion Jon slipped to his knees before him and ran his tongue along his hardening length. "Did you lock the door?"

[tricky-tricky-boys]

Closed starter for @salemsindie

Jackson stretched his arms up as he stood behind the front desk of his gym, his tanktop riding up to show his fuzzy abdomen as a guy walked in, and Jackson gave a happy little wave while stretching, grinning as the other approached. It was night time, the time when the gym was only open to supernatural creatures that had the special night membership. As he came down from the stretch, he grabbed the shoulder strap of his tanktop and peeled his shirt off in a swift and fluid motion, tossing it aside since he had been meaning to change shirts anyways. "Welcome in! I'm Jackson, the owner. You can call me Jax. Can I help you with anything?

[pcwerfulmisfit]

Nate couldn't help but chuckle as he noticed Xander's almost-slip. "Oof. Caught yourself just in time, huh?" Nate joked with a fond smile on his lips as he looked at the other. He saw the bags and his smile widened even further. Call him materialistic, but Nate absolutely loved and adored new clothes. Especially when they clung to his skin for dear life. Why not have a little fun teasing the viewers, after all?

"Wow. They must be feeling pretty leniant right now. I'm afraid to know how bad the next show might be now." Nate joked with a grin on his lips as he nodded his head. "I am, I am. I'm always ready to work with you guys. Having such a great crew makes this feel more like a hobby than a career." Nate said with an appreciative grin.

Of all the things to happen when Xander set foot into Vought ending up as the head of wardrobe on the first talk show to be hosted by a supe was not one of them. Not that he was complaining in the slightest. Sure, the day to day could be crazy and trying to wrangle some of their guests left him wanting to rip his hair out or chug a handle of vodka, but at least the star was easy enough to work with.

"Hey Herc- Nate." Xander would be lying if he said his gaze didn't linger on that sliver of of the man's impressive chest as he stepped further into the familiar dressing room with several garment bags slung over his shoulder, but who could blame him for it really? "I'm doing pretty well actually! The gods smiled upon us and got us your outfits for today's taping with enough time to actually make any necessary alterations for once." He hung them up with a practiced hand before hopping up to sit on the desk to face Nate once more. "How about you? Ready for today?"

[strikersunindie]

Jack smiled when Xander giggled after breathing in the mixture. It was rare that the body reacted negatively, especially combined with Jack's hands. Jack did want to get rid of Xander's aches and pains, so he focused on the healing aspect first. The muscles were loosening up, and Jack spread the healing light to Xander's neck. If Xander accepted it, even those face muscles would be relaxed. Then those hands glided down the strong back along the shoulders and down the arms. Then back up and down the spine, though this was slower. The light would heal up the back better. He leaned in to whisper in Xander's ear.

"Just relax and let the magic work through you," he ordered. "Let all those moans out. It's the ache and pains leaving your body," he explained. Once a few more minutes passed of massaging the man's back, Jack tested the waters by holding up Xander's hand and seeing if it would fall. "Good boy," he whispered. "You earned a reward," he said before placing his hands on those ass cheeks. The magic would heal Xander of course, but on that part, Jack's power would make him feel pleasure too. He spread the globes apart, exposing the fur on the hole. Then he leaned in and pressed his bearded lips against it, tongue licking the opening.

"Awesome. Thanks, man." He looked up just in time to get an eye full of Jack's crotch, and god damn did he fill out those jeans beautifully. Chiding himself he let his head rest in the little cushion, quickly reaching down to adjust himself so he wasn't laying directly on top of his now half hard cock. While Jack got whatever it was he was getting for him Xander tried his hardest to get his body to behave for fear of eventually having to roll over and apologise to the man for the inappropriate reaction he was having to the situation. Images of Nuns and puppy dogs floated around his head until he heard Jack instruct him to breath in.

"Sure thing." Xander took a few deep breaths, a soft moan escaping his lips before he could stop himself as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of whatever oils Jack had on his hand. Some part of him noted the warmth that spread through his body as if it carried the scent through his veins, but he chalked it up to his imagination playing a trick on him. "I feel fucking great." He said with a giggle. They had only just begun and already he could tell Jack was going to work magic on his sore body.

[slvttybvys]

"How could you not know?" he deadpanned "And somehow you manage to amass nearly my entire collection? That doesn't just happen," he pointed out. "You seek these out don't you?"

"I'm kind of hard to not pay attention to Marco," he said easily "I'm not exactly a bit role in any of these," he moved a bit closer "How long exactly have you wanted me to fuck you?" Maybe he was pushing too hard but he needed to hear Marco admit it. Admit that Warren wasn't the only one who'd thought about what it would be like before.

"I was looking for the all the things I've leant you I never got back," Warren countered easily with a raised brow "But forget that, you watch my movies. All of them from what I can tell." He said not letting that fact be lost. "And these look... Well loved let's say," he gestured to the one in his hand "Is this one your favorite? It's a pretty good one from what I recall."

He looked over his little brother slow and deliberate "How often have you jerked off to me Marco?"

[modcrnspirits]

Fatin was looking down at Jon. If it wasn't for the attitude, maybe he would have had the opportunity to make the boy work. But he didn't have time to babysit Jon and that favor for a friend had suddenly turned into a burden. So his cock was out - and there he was, really trying to find something useful for Jon to do. At the young man's question, he shook his shoulders and grinned. "If you do it well. I can call a good cocksucker and he might be here in twenty minutes or so. But since you are pretty and you are already here, might as well give you a last chance."

Taking hold of the length by its base, Fatin shook the hardening cock against that pretty face. "Want to give this a last try, Jon?"

"Huh?" Jon woke with a start. Panic lancing through him as he took a moment to get his bearings and realise where he was and calming down immediately when he remembered he was just at the stupid internship that his dad forced him to take. "There's not much you can do. If Daddy wants me working this internship then that's what I'll be doing." Of course, that didn't mean he actually planned on doing any of the work he was supposed to do. They had employees that they actually paid that could answer phones and sort through mail.

"Not really, no..." His words died at the sound of Fatin pulling down his zipper. Suddenly he found himself face to face with a rather sizable cock and damn if he wasn't weirdly turned on in that moment. "So let me get this straight." He pulled his gaze from his length while he spoke. Though his eyes flicked briefly back to his cock hanging out of his fly every so often. "If I suck you off you're not going to send me packing?"

[salemsindie]

"Awesome. Thanks, man." He looked up just in time to get an eye full of Jack's crotch, and god damn did he fill out those jeans beautifully. Chiding himself he let his head rest in the little cushion, quickly reaching down to adjust himself so he wasn't laying directly on top of his now half hard cock. While Jack got whatever it was he was getting for him Xander tried his hardest to get his body to behave for fear of eventually having to roll over and apologise to the man for the inappropriate reaction he was having to the situation. Images of Nuns and puppy dogs floated around his head until he heard Jack instruct him to breath in.

"Sure thing." Xander took a few deep breaths, a soft moan escaping his lips before he could stop himself as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of whatever oils Jack had on his hand. Some part of him noted the warmth that spread through his body as if it carried the scent through his veins, but he chalked it up to his imagination playing a trick on him. "I feel fucking great." He said with a giggle. They had only just begun and already he could tell Jack was going to work magic on his sore body.

Jack was an only child, but damn was he glad that Xander wasn't. That torso was the perfect amount of muscled and soft, which not only was nice to look at but also made his job easier. Then there was the fact Xander was commando. No shyness was right. That man's cock and ass were perfect to look at, and Jack knew he was smitten with it. He wondered if the man would appreciate what he was going to offer, as the spa they were in was NOT one of those kinds of places. Jack blinked himself back into the situation when Xander responded.

"Rain, shoulders and thighs. Got it," he said before going to the small speaker. He selected the rain storm sounds and changed the lights to reflect that. "Now, let's get your head in a better position," he said before walking right to Xander's face. His crotch was only a few inches away as Jack reached underneath the table and pulled out the attachement so Jack could look face down. "I'll get you something that will help you relax even more," he said before walking around so Xander couldn't see him. On one hand, he applied a drop of oil that would make Xander feel high while the other hand went down his shorts and to his crotch so he'd associate Jack's scent with feeling good. Rubbing the two together, the scents would mix.

"Here, take a deep breath, and hold it in," he ordered after hovering those hands right underneath Xander's face. "Now let it out. One more time. In. Out." Jack placed his hands on Xander's shoulders before activating his ability to a small degree. "How do you feel right now?" he whispered, applying just enough pressure to the shoulders to undo the knots that were in both of them.

[strikersunindie]

Jack was tired after a full day of massages, but fortunately for Xander, the last appointment had canceled and Jack needed the money. However, once the man entered the room, Jack was glad he did. Xander was hot, and the peak of hair from the top of the shirt was promising of some hidden fur. "Well, there's a modesty space there you can strip down if you're shy. Doesn't have to be all the way, you can keep your undies on if that makes you more comfortable, but since you booked a full body, I do need torso and legs bare." Jack grabbed a towel that seemed like it would fit around Xander's waist. "Let me know your favorite scents and sounds if you have any. We have a bit of a selection here," he added as he lit some candles. His hands hovered over each flame for a moment, warming them up while Xander got ready. "Now lay down and tell me any problem areas you have," he said, his little rolling tray of oils ready.

@strikersunindie

"Hey, man!" Xander greeted Jack with a cheerful grin. "Thank you for fitting me in so last minute. You're a life saver." Placing his backpack down by a chair in the corner he turned to face the masseur. "So, uh, how does this all work? I've never actually had a massage before." The concept as a whole wasn't unfamiliar to him. He'd seen plenty of shows where people got massages, and several videos online that he might have saved to rewatch, but he tried his best not to think about those least he get more excited than was probably proper for a situation like this. Jack was a professional after all. Not some random guy he met off of the apps.

[strikersunindie]

Jack was an only child, but damn was he glad that Xander wasn't. That torso was the perfect amount of muscled and soft, which not only was nice to look at but also made his job easier. Then there was the fact Xander was commando. No shyness was right. That man's cock and ass were perfect to look at, and Jack knew he was smitten with it. He wondered if the man would appreciate what he was going to offer, as the spa they were in was NOT one of those kinds of places. Jack blinked himself back into the situation when Xander responded.

"Rain, shoulders and thighs. Got it," he said before going to the small speaker. He selected the rain storm sounds and changed the lights to reflect that. "Now, let's get your head in a better position," he said before walking right to Xander's face. His crotch was only a few inches away as Jack reached underneath the table and pulled out the attachement so Jack could look face down. "I'll get you something that will help you relax even more," he said before walking around so Xander couldn't see him. On one hand, he applied a drop of oil that would make Xander feel high while the other hand went down his shorts and to his crotch so he'd associate Jack's scent with feeling good. Rubbing the two together, the scents would mix.

"Here, take a deep breath, and hold it in," he ordered after hovering those hands right underneath Xander's face. "Now let it out. One more time. In. Out." Jack placed his hands on Xander's shoulders before activating his ability to a small degree. "How do you feel right now?" he whispered, applying just enough pressure to the shoulders to undo the knots that were in both of them.

"You grow up with as many siblings as I did you kind of get the shy beaten out of you over time, y'know?" Xander mused as he kicked off his shoes and made quick work of slipping out of his shirt. The muscles in his back flexing with the movement. While he wasn't a gym bro by any means, his work in the greenhouses kept him in pretty decent shape. His pecs, covered in a decent carpet of fur that made it's way down into his happy trail, were definitely up there on his list of his favourite features. "Ah, well..." He paused momentarily as he worked open his belt. "I might have forgotten my underwear today, so I guess we're going all the way!" In a moment he was sprawled out face down on Jack's table with his head pillowed on his arms. "I'm not picky when it comes to scents, but maybe some rain storms if you have anything like that?" Xander shifted just a bit so he could look at him from where he lie. "My left shoulder has been giving me some trouble, and all the lifting has work has been killing my thighs. It's like every day is leg day and I am in hell. Please save me."

[slvttybvys]

"I was looking for the all the things I've leant you I never got back," Warren countered easily with a raised brow "But forget that, you watch my movies. All of them from what I can tell." He said not letting that fact be lost. "And these look... Well loved let's say," he gestured to the one in his hand "Is this one your favorite? It's a pretty good one from what I recall."

He looked over his little brother slow and deliberate "How often have you jerked off to me Marco?"

suggested connections: friend, roommate, brother, stepbrother, ect

“It’s kinda weird you watch my stuff,” Warren said holding up a DVD of his most recent porno that had been hidden in the others stuff, he’d also found all his other pornos he’d starred in and was starting to think if he checked the others computer he’d find plenty there. He didn’t mean to snoop, he’d only been looking for something of his the other had borrowed “I mean…. You got unlimited access to the real thing right here,” he said with a wink, only half teasing.

[slvttybvys]

"You saying you don't like it?" Warren challenged. He groaned as the other began to stroke him "Well if I don't we have time to get through them all. Let's start with just a few for now," he said with a chuckle.

"I can pinch you if you need," he offered as he began rolling his hips into the others grip as he began to harden under the others attention.

"Well obviously that's why you don't drop it at breakfast," Warren said with a small smirk amused by the scenario his little brother had pitched.

"More than okay with it Marco," Warren assured as nervous hands unzipped him and freed his half hard cock. "Think it's about time you get to impact every fantasy you've ever had about me."

[slvttybvys]

"Well obviously that's why you don't drop it at breakfast," Warren said with a small smirk amused by the scenario his little brother had pitched.

"More than okay with it Marco," Warren assured as nervous hands unzipped him and freed his half hard cock. "Think it's about time you get to impact every fantasy you've ever had about me."

He grinned as Marco spoke and finally admitted how he wanted Warren. "Well then that brings me back to my question from before: Why bother with my videos when you have access to the real thing," he purred softly.

"You've been jerking off to me for years now apparently and I've been right here," he moved even closer, well in his brother's personal space now.

[strikersunindie]

"Good boy," he whispered into Morgan's ear. "Never hold back your moans for me. It's so much sexier when I'm the one drawing them out of you." Augustus slipped his hand down the tight compression shorts he made Morgan wear for their session. The hand wrapped around those heavy balls that would normally be pounding against some bottom's cheeks, prepping the hole for Augustus. Some would want first dibs, but Augustus loved fucking a sloppy loose hole, and the thick member Morgan had was perfect for stretching it. It was why he had no plans of shrinking it inside a chastity cage, like previou subs. There were still plans for it though.

"Take a deep breath," he ordered before bringing that same hand to Morgan's face. In the mean time, Augustus reached for his jockstrap and pulled it down, exposing himself first since Morgan wasn't going to see just yet. "Remember your own scent? I think it just…isn't strong enough. Compare it to this," he growled before placing the pouch of the jock right over Morgan's nose and mouth. No matter how the man would breath in, it'd be filled with Augustus's scent, intensified through working out in the morning and not showering all day. Even if Morgan had a potion, Augustus had his own trick up his sleeve. "The smell of your Man. The Big Man between us," he said while pulling those shorts underneath Morgan's big ass cheeks while still keeping that cock covered and aroused.

Morgan was happy to let Augustus take the reins when it came to their boys. He loved the way that man's mind worked and deferring to to his whims always sent a distinct kind of thrill through his body. Of course, being who he is, Morgan couldn't help but find himself curious about the experience on the other side of their play. He saw how blissed out these men looked after being so thoroughly used by the both of that and wondered how that must feel. To give up a level of control that he had always had in all aspects of his life was both an incredibly thrilling and daunting idea. After some studying and careful potion crafting he came to his partner with his idea, happy to find him agreeable to it.

Morgan looked up from where he knelt and drank in the image of the man he loved before his vision was blocked by the blindfold. Taking a steadying breath he did as he was told. First holding his wrist together behind his back, then attempting to pull his hands free. "Like this, Sir?" Those hands exploring his body pulled a soft moan from his lips. His sizable cock already beginning to stir beneath Augustus' palm.

[slvttybvys]

He grinned as Marco spoke and finally admitted how he wanted Warren. "Well then that brings me back to my question from before: Why bother with my videos when you have access to the real thing," he purred softly.

"You've been jerking off to me for years now apparently and I've been right here," he moved even closer, well in his brother's personal space now.

"How could you not know?" he deadpanned "And somehow you manage to amass nearly my entire collection? That doesn't just happen," he pointed out. "You seek these out don't you?"

"I'm kind of hard to not pay attention to Marco," he said easily "I'm not exactly a bit role in any of these," he moved a bit closer "How long exactly have you wanted me to fuck you?" Maybe he was pushing too hard but he needed to hear Marco admit it. Admit that Warren wasn't the only one who'd thought about what it would be like before.