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Roscoe was working on another man to join his twisted cabal of men: Johan Fehd Karouani. While he was a semi-famous bodybuilder, he didn’t live in the U.S., unlike the rest of Roscoe’s men. So, he hopped in his private plane, paid for by Trevor, and made his way to Kazakhstan, where Johan was competing. In the interest of time and security, especially in the Middle East, he didn’t go to Johan directly, but hypnotized and got rid of most of his staff. Trevor kept the chauffeur, as he couldn’t drive a limo.

Johan got in, and instead of busty and nearly naked foreign women, Roscoe was there, fully clothed, with rainbow-colored eyes.

“Johan, I am your Master.”

“You are my Master.”

“You will do whatever I tell you to.”

“I will do whatever you tell me to, Master.”

“Good.” The driver took Johan and Roscoe to his jet, where the two went back to the States and arrived at the warehouse complex, where the next porno was already ready to start filming.


Dr. Bruce walked in to his office, where Johan was lying on the bed.

“Hello, Johan. What brings you in today?”

“It’s my cock. I can’t get it down, and it’s been like that since last night.”

“That is an issue. Take off your clothes for me so I can investigate further.” Johan stripped, and revealed a rock-hard body, with a rock-hard cock to go along with it.

“It’s not discolored, so you should be safe. But still, this needs to be cured immediately, and the fastest way to do so would be by sucking on it.”

“Ok, doc.” Quin leaned over the man and began to suck him off. The doctor showed incredible deepthroat skills as he was able to fit the entirety of Johan’s cock in his mouth and hold it for a bit before coming up for air. Johan’s cock quickly became covered in spit as Dr. Bruce attacked the cock. Johan helped to take off Quin’s clothes while moaning in ecstasy. Quin had a stellar body beneath his lab coat as well and Johan started to stroke his doctor off.

“Fuck, man, that feels fucking amazing!” said Quin after sucking on the cock for a solid minute. He continued to “cure” Johan’s priapism, much to his delight. The moaning only intensified as Johan got closer and closer to cumming, until he finally came. It was clear there was a blockage Quin’s spit had partially dissolved, as a giant glob shot out and landed squarely on Quin’s head. The rest of the cumshot wasn’t as extreme but the man’s body was coated in cum when his cock finally started to go down again.

“And as payment for getting you off, help me get off,” explained Dr. Bruce, who flipped Johan over so his perky ass was visible. Quin, with his rock-hard cock from Johan’s erotic stroking, quickly shoved it into his ass. He felt the ass cheeks clench around his large cock, and provide a bit of lubricant. He rammed his cock into Johan’s ass quite a few times, with lots of moaning and groaning from both parties. Due to the circumstances, Quin came a lot quicker than usual, as normally he didn’t have such an erotic experience beforehand. He was able to pull out and coat Johan’s backside in even more cum, making the stud appear ghostly.

“Fuck, doc! What am I going to do now? I’m sticky all over, and I have a raging erection again!”

“I have another client coming in in a few minutes. Have you ever been in a threesome before?”

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After talking to Dr. Chris for a bit, it was decided that Baker Mayfield, a fairly popular football hunk, would actually go to Roscoe. It would bring him down a peg, and with some extra help from Dr. Chris, could easily transition to Celebworld if need be. Roscoe had a special plan for this cocky stud, one of the most complex yet.

It started with a local strip club sending Baker a coupon for a free private room for an hour. Of course, it was some of Roscoe’s machinations behind the scenes that lead to that deal. Baker naturally accepted, and went to the club at the designated date and time. The coupon was honored, but what Baker didn’t know was that Roscoe was hiding out in the room’s closet, getting his eyes ready for the attack.

Once his hour was up, and the stripper left, Roscoe jumped out.

“Hey! What the-” was all Baker could let out before Roscoe’s eyes took effect on him. Baker was nude, and Roscoe got a good look at what the people would see in his upcoming porno.

“I am your Master.”

“You are my Master.”

“Follow me.”

“Yes, Master.” Seeing a nude male walking around a strip club was nothing new, and Roscoe did pick up some underwear at the front desk so Baker wasn’t arrested for public indecency. They made their way to the warehouse complex, where Baker was fully processed and the next scene was being prepped.


Baker was running through a forest close by to his home. There was a road running through it, but there were also a no trespassing sign that Baker missed. It was small, and since the owner did own a wide swath of untouched land, besides the road, Baker didn’t realize anything was amiss. As he was running, a cop car was driving down the road. Officer Longeaux owned this property, and the station allowed him to keep the car there as it was quite a ways from most of civilization. He noticed Baker running along, and followed him for a bit. He had quite the bouncy ass, and enjoyed that for a bit before accelerating and pulling him over.

“Hey, man, what the fuck are you doing?” Baker asked.

“I don’t know how you missed it, but this is a no trespassing zone.”

“So what, officer? I’m just running and minding my own damn business. I think the landowner wouldn’t mind.”

“The landowner is me, and you’re under arrest, boy.” Baker then took off at a sprint, but Officer Stan was quite fast for someone of his weight, and easily apprehended the victim. He dragged him back to his cop car, cuffed him, and stuck him in the back. He had to listen to the petulant young adult whine the whole way to his destination, but he sucked it up, as what he was about to do to the stud would make up for it entirely. They arrived at a small farm-like location, with a stage of sorts and various equipment strewn about. What Baker didn’t realize was that this was not farm equipment, it was actually BDSM equipment.

Stan took him out of the cop car and escorted him over to the chain-link fence surrounding the stage. He uncuffed one hand, but quickly attached it to the chain-link fence. Baker tried to yank it out of the ground.

“That’s no use, boy. There’s cement under the ground the wires are sunk into. I wouldn’t want you breaking your hand.”

“Fuck you! I’d rather have a broken hand than deal with this!” Baker’s eyes then turned to shock as Stan found what he was looking for: a yellowed jockstrap with obvious cum stains on it. He made his way over to Baker, and despite his loud and obnoxious pleadings, forced it into his mouth, and then duct-taped it shut. He then stripped the runner, by tearing off his flimsy shirt, but actually taking the rest off. He then walked over to the other side of the fence and did the first humiliating thing to Baker. He pissed all over him. The stream went on for quite a bit too, so Baker had streams of piss dripping off of him as Stan moved to the next degrading task.

Normally, he would have face-fucked the perp, but since Baker was quite talkative, and conscious, he went immediately to the ass. He spit in it a few times to get it lubed up, much to the chagrin of Baker, who moaned in anger. He then stuck his cock up Baker’s presumably virgin hole, which caused him to scream out in pain. Stan had fun fucking the runner and playing with his meaty ass. He kept moving his cock in and out of Baker’s ass, causing him more pain and torture then ever imaginable.

“Do you like that, you little bitch? I know Daddy likes it, boy.” Baker could only whimper in agreement as Stan continued fucking him. A couple minutes later, once Stan was ready to cum, he pulled out and walked over to the front of the fence, where Baker was looking. “I think I’m going to cum on that pretty face of yours, bitch.” Baker tried to look away, but it didn’t work. Stan’s cum still splashed all over his face, and started dripping on to his already-wet body from all the piss that had landed on him.

Stan then took off the duct tape and the jock, but before Baker could even get a breath in, Stan shoved his cock down the poor runner’s throat. “Suck,” he commanded. He knew that his big cock could stay in Baker’s throat for as long as he pleased, as Baker showed he could easily breathe out of his nose. Of course, to actually get a thrust in, Stan would need to move his cock back and forth, but it was a small price to pay for Baker’s disgust.

“Have you sucked off a man’s cock before, boy? I don’t think you have! How does it taste? Does it taste like a real man?” Along with the frontal assault, Baker was also bombarded with a vicious verbal assault too. Stan kept talking down to him and making him a worthless gay cum dump, something that slowly starting to turn him on, as evidenced by the fact he was starting to chub up a bit. “Ooh, the straight runner actually likes cock down his throat! I would have never guessed!” Baker was forced to suck Stan off for a few more minutes, until Stan finally came. He spared no expense in even making that tortuous, coating Baker’s throat in thick wads of his creamy cum. He pulled out for the second time today.

“So, it seems like you fucking like me abusing you, boy. So, I’ll cut you a pretty deal. I won’t press charges if you let me fuck you and do whatever I want to you next weekend. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Stan then uncuffed Baker from the fence, and then left. Baker got himself dressed, but had to go shirtless. It was going to be quite a trek back, but hey, he was a runner, right?


Roscoe’s next victim was Kyle Sari, a fitness nut. The best place to capture him was the gym, so Roscoe couldn’t really spice it up too much. He did get someone from a bigger gym this time, Gold’s Gym, and no one batted an eye.


Kyle was underneath Sam’s sink, fixing the faucet. Most people didn’t think a man of his size loved this kind of work, but he was into it. He had naturally gone shirtless, though, as part of the problem involved the faucet dripping water from its pipes. Sam walked into the kitchen to see Kyle looking like that. He had gone out for a bit, and was expecting it to be done by the time he got back. 

Kyle did pop out from under the sink, all wet. “I’ve fixed the problem, to the best of my ability. It seems a high spray shoots straight down into the pipes and causes it to leak. A less intense flow should work, and I’ll order those parts straight away, Mr. Cushing.”

“I fucking paid you to fucking fix my sink,” said Sam, walking closer to the bodybuilder plumber. “So why isn’t it fucking fixed?”

“It’s outside of my control, Mr. Cushing. I’ll rush ship the parts.”

“I don’t fucking care,” Sam replied, face to face with his plumber. “If you can’t fix this pipe, you better fix another of mine.” 

“What do you mean?” Kyle’s question was answered when Sam unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock. He pushed his plumber’s head down onto his cock.

“Suck,” he ordered. Kyle had never sucked a dick before, but he was deathly afraid of what would happen if he didn’t. He had got a blowjob before, so he tried to remember the tips he had told that prostitute. He did make sure not to scrape his teeth, and went down as far as he could before he started gagging.

“Fuck, Kyle, you feel so fucking good on my cock. Oh, yeah, suck it, you dirty little bastard!” Kyle learned that Sam was quite the verbal top for a himbo twunk, and the degrading continued throughout his ordeal. “You’re such a dirty little pig, aren’t you, Kyle? Sucking off a young stud like me? You thought you’d never see the day! How does my cock taste? Can you taste the mixture of cotton and sweat? I wore my tighty-whities out just for you.”

Kyle could only nod in agreement, as if he tried to answer or speak, Sam pushed his head back down. He was very quickly learning how to breath out of his nose. “Fuck, Kyle, I’m gonna fucking cum at that roided-up pimply face of yours! FUCK!” screamed Sam as he did just that. Thankfully, he shut up while he was racked with convulsions from his cumming. However, the torture didn’t stop there. Sam grabbed some duct tape from Kyle’s tool box and covered his mouth with it, as well as tying both hands together, tightly.

“I’m going to fuck you like the dirty bitch you are, and this will be my fucking payment. And if you fucking sue me, I’ll show this video to your wife of how you loved sucking a man off and taking it up your ass!” Denim was a bit harder to rip than other pants, so Sam had to awkwardly take Kyle’s pants off without his help. However, he ripped his boxers off and then immediately stuck his cock up Kyle’s virginal ass, with no lube.

“FUCK!” Kyle screamed, which was actually audible through the duct tape, albeit very muffled. 

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking worthless piece of meat! I’m the fucking Alpha here, and only I get to fucking talk!” Sam punctuated each word with another thrust inside of Kyle. It was a miracle he wasn’t bleeding yet, but that didn’t stop Sam’s vicious assault. “How does it feel to have a man’s cock up your ass? Does it make you feel less of a man, you bitch? I know you fucking like it, and you’ll be begging that ugly-ass wife of yours to get you a strap-on, you sissy!”

Kyle’s ears weren’t blocked, so he was hearing everything Sam was verbally abusing him with. He knew he couldn’t fight back, lest the consequences Sam explained to him. And his work was already quite homophobic, so he didn’t need his work buddies finding out about this either. “You’re such a worthless little piece of shit, Kyle. My dog eats its own shit, and she would probably spit you right back out! That’s how fucking gross you are!” Sam was having so much fun verbally abusing his plumber, he didn’t realize he was cumming.

“Oh FUCK!” he screamed as he let loose another torrent of his cum, this time into Kyle’s virgin asshole. “Fuck, man, your hole’s going to be so fucking wet now! And what are you going to tell your wife when you’re the one getting pregnant?” laughed Sam as he pulled his cock out. Kyle got dressed as Sam continued to talk down to him. “Yeah, I’m not letting clean yourself up. What’s your boss going to say about that? And your wife? She’ll think you’re a fucking sissy, man! And those pipes that are under rush shipping? You’re fucking paying for them.” Sam said the last part as Kyle walked out the door.

It was true. He reeked of cum, which would not end up well at home or at work. And he was going to go to the gym later today, but their shower was broken. And to add even more insult to injury, he had to either wait to pick up his kid, or face the laughter from the guys at the gym seeing him commando and with caked-on cum on his face.

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Roscoe was in for a special treat today. He would be able to hypnotize two men for his twisted fantasy at the same time. Mason and Logan Rudolph were both visiting home at the same time, a very rare occurrence for the pro football players. That meant they had to share a room, which worked well into Roscoe’s master plan. He hypnotized his way into their house and waited in their bedroom.

He heard them arrive home and eat and speak with their family. Then, they both went upstairs to change into more casual clothes. Roscoe was ready for them with his rainbow eyes.

“Come with me.”

“Yes, Master.” The brothers followed Roscoe to his car, walking past their clueless parents as well. Once they were all safely in the car, he issued some more commands.

“I am your Master,” he said, firmly implanting the idea in their minds.

“You are our Master.”

“You will do whatever I say.”

“We will do whatever you say, Master.” Roscoe was content with that and drove the three of them to the warehouse complex, where the Rudolphs were processed and the newest scene set up.

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Roberto was standing with his hands on his hips, clad in a singlet. “Come on in, boys!” Both Mason and Logan Rudolph entered into the gym, clad in their own wrestling singlets as well. They stood in front of Coach Portales. “As you know, we can only have one member from a family on the team. Therefore, we will have a two-step competition to see who gets the spot.”

“Yes, Coach!”

“Okay. Step one is a wrestling match. Winner gets one point. And go!” The two brothers immediately got into their wrestling stance, and waited to make the first move. Logan did it, and then the action really heated up. The young adults’ bodies flailed all over the place as neither was coming out the real winner. Eventually, after a somewhat sneaky move by Logan, he was able to pin his brother, and got the point.

“Good job, Logan. Now take your singlets off, boys. It’s time for part two.” The Rudolphs did so, and Coach took his singlet off as well. “Part two is a threesome. Whoever I feel has the best sexual experience will get a point. If Mason is to win this round, I have a tiebreaker handy. Let’s start by seeing who can suck my dick off better.” Both Mason and Logan dropped to their knees and began to suck off their coach. Naturally, they took turns, but Coach’s cock was so fucking big, they both could lick it at the same time. 

Roberto was thinking there was a clear winner in mind once Logan had his first solo turn on his cock. He knew exactly how to turn him on, licking under the cockhead and fondling the balls in just the right places. He could also deepthroat his whole cock, and he was able to hold his breath for quite a long time. Mason wasn’t half-bad, but certainly not up to the caliber of his brother. He did make up for it in spit, however. Whenever he had to lube up the cock again, a big fat loogie always came out, which became impressive after the fourth or fifth time doing it. 

“Now I’m going to fuck both of your tight pink holes, and then I’ll decide who fucking wins round two.” Roberto grabbed a condom from practically thin-air and rolled it on. He started with Logan first, to see if he would win. All signs pointed to yes, once his cock slid right into the college student’s hole. It was tight, but loose enough that it was comfortable for the coach. He was able to go in and out easily, and he loved the moans he was hearing from this brother as he got a cock up his ass. Switching over to Mason was not much different. It was clear these two had done some ass stuff before, as Mason’s hole acted exactly the same way. Mason was actually on the way to winning this part, with his erotic moans and hip action, something Logan had neglected to do. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum on whoever makes the team!” Coach Portales yelled. After swinging it back and forth a bit to build suspense, it was Logan Roberto’s cum splattered on. 

“Good job, bro,” replied Mason, hugging his brother and kissing him as well, getting some of Coach’s cum in his mouth as well. He then left as Logan stood up, ready to get his team singlet. He was a bit shocked when the bottom was non-existent.

“What the fuck, Coach? I thought I won!”

“You did, but my team’s already full. The competition was to figure out which Rudolph was a bigger cumdump, and you won!”

Logan smiled. Even though he was understandably pissed at not actually making the team, being their cumdump was going to be fucking hotter!

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Roscoe had his next man in his sights: Quin Bruce. While he did work out a lot, Quin actually competed in bodybuilding competitions. Roscoe decided to capture him there, just to spice it up a bit. Using some of his natural eye charm, he was able to become an oil rubber for the men, specifically Quin.

He was the first to enter. “Hello.” Quin then laid on his stomach to get oiled up. It was absorbed by the skin quickly, so Roscoe didn’t need to wait too long to put his plan into action. He rubbed the bodybuilding oil around Quin’s back, while getting his eyes ready. When he was ready to flip, he was met with the colourful eyes of Roscoe.

“I am your Master.”

“You are my Master.”

“You will compete, but afterwards, make your way to my car without changing first.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good,” thought Roscoe, as he left and tagged the real employee in. The command was a bit long, and he wasn’t sure if it would actually work. It did, as he watched Quin compete in the Men’s Physique category this competition. After the judging, he slipped out the back and read the results posted on the wall. Quin had won, and a few minutes later, he walked over to Roscoe’s car, still bronzed up and in his poser. The two made their way to the warehouse complex to get processed.

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“That was a fucking good practice, Quin!”

“You too, Joe! Our team finally has a damn good pitcher.”

“You’re too kind,” he replied, as the two men made their way to the locker room close by. They began to strip out of their uniforms. Quin caught Joe sneaking cursory glances at his body, and his jock, which was filled quite nicely.

“Like what you see, man?”

“Oh, no. It’s just that you keep yourself in really good shape for someone your age.”

“Do you know what my secret is? It’s a lot of gay sex.”

“How the fuck does that help?”

“Endurance, and it’s like a mini workout.”

“And your cock’s pretty fucking big too.”

“Want to taste it? It’s just the two of us here. Nothing to worry about.”

“And this shit stays between us?”

“Of course.” Joe then adjusted his body as Quin towered over him, cock dangling in anticipation. He tentatively put his mouth around the cock. He hadn’t done this since college, but it was surprisingly all coming back to him. Joe made sure not to scrape Quin’s dick as he picked up speed and intensity. Quin was a bit shocked by it too, but was very much enjoying it. He hadn’t got his dick sucked in a while, but for him, that was about a week. 

“Do you know what else helps me to get so fit? When someone eats out my ass.”

“That literally makes no fucking sense.”

“Heightened sensations mean more euphoria and more ability to push through the workout,” Quin explained.

“If you say so,” responded Joe as Quin got into position to get his ass licked. He had never licked a dude’s ass before, but had eaten out a lot of pussy, so he assumed it was the same thing. It was, and actually much more simple. There was only one hole he needed to worry about. He lubed up Quin’s hole quite a bit, coating it in his spit, mixed with the sweat from the practice. He also stuck his tongue up Quin’s hole, causing the euphoria Quin had mentioned. After a few minutes of that, Quin pulled away. 

“And now for the final part: fucking.”

“So who’s topping?”

“I am. Bottoms get a pretty intense workout in as well.”

“Nothing’s ever been stuck up my hole before.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Quin lubed up his cock with his spit and procured a condom from his bag. He slipped it on as Joe got up on the bench and got ready to be fucked. The initial penetration was the worst.

“FUCK! What’s going on down there!?”

“Shit, man. You weren’t lying when you said nothing’s ever been up there. Let’s take it easy.” That was hard for Quin, who was used to fucking assholes dripping in other men’s cum, or so loose from all the cocks he had taken prior to Quin. But he always enjoyed a challenge. He most definitely kept his cock inside Joe’s ass, as he wasn’t sure he could get it back in without Joe screaming bloody murder. And he had to go much slower, as the inside of the ass was entirely virgin to foreign objects. It would take a while to cum, but it was worth it. 

Joe tried his best to give Quin a great sexual experience as well. He couldn’t do much, but found that by slowly moving his ass up and down, it provided Quin a greater range of motion, to an extent. Joe didn’t particularly hate a cock up his ass, although the insertion was going to be painful for quite a while. The additional thrusting helped to speed up Quin’s production of sperm ever so slightly, so a few minutes later, Quin came in Joe’s ass, in fear pulling out too quickly might rupture something. The condom broke from the intense stream that shot out of Quin’s dick. Luckily, he was free of STIs, as that was included in the team’s weekly drug panel.

“It fucking broke inside of me!? There’s condom in my ass?”

“It’s okay. You’ll shit it out later. But that wasn’t half-bad, right?”

“Right, and I can see how you classify it as a workout. I’m sweating more than I did in practice!”

“Same time next week, man?”

“Sure!” replied Joe. “And I’ll work on loosening my asshole too!” Quin winked at him, and the two then cleaned up and got ready to go back home to their wives and careers. Both couldn’t wait for next week’s game.

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Guest Request 44John’s final request, for the time being, was once again a personal one, but not hands-on. It involved American’s luge sweetheart, along with the bevy of male gymnasts at their disposal. John waited snugly in his viewing room terraform for the fantasy to start. Chris was laying on a bed, practically immobile. He was, in fact, and only the people who were fucking him would be allowed to move him. Those people filed into the room. Jake, Sam, Brandon, Alex, and Steve all stood at attention, nude, until Jake made the first move. He walked over to the fellow Olympian, and without any warning, rammed his cock into his meaty ass. Chris didn’t react, which John got a big hoot out of. Jake continued his assault on Chris’ ass, not having to worry about how he was feeling. John likened it to a rag doll, seeing his body flop around like that. After a few more minutes of quite intense fucking, Jake came. He naturally pulled out and coated Chris’ chest in his thick and creamy cum. The gymnasts had been given extra supplements to increase sperm production today. Up next was Sam. The only gymnast still technically competing, he wasn’t as intense as Jake, but more than made up for it in moving Chris around. He couldn’t make him flap around with his ass, so he did it with his body. John very much enjoyed seeing the hairy hunk repeatedly being pound into the mattress as Sam fucked his brains out back there. Sam came not too long after, and he too had a massive cumshot, but this one landed on Chris’ face. Next up was Brandon, the gymnast John was most excited for. He was the strongest out of the five, and so his commands were actually to lift Chris up and fuck him that way. It lasted for a lot longer than John thought it would, probably having to do with something on the island. Chris looked like even more of a rag doll this way, flopping around in another man’s arms. His cum-coated face and chest was causing some of it to fly onto Brandon, but he didn’t mind. That only added to the fun. Eventually, he couldn’t support Chris any longer, and so dropped him back on to the bed. He finished fucking him there, and spread his copious amounts of cum all over his chest, mixing it in with some of Jake’s. Fourth was Alex. The thing that he had going for him was the largest cock out of the five. This actually led to a pretty fucking hot experience, as ramming it all the way in led to Chris convulsing, very much out of his control. That meant Alex was also the loudest so far, with all the sweat his fellow gymnasts had deposited in Chris’ ass, not to mention pre-cum, and the noise of skin hitting skin as balls bounced against Chris’ meaty ass. His cumshot was a bit quicker than the other guys so far, but he once again made up for it in quantity. Not one inch of Chris’ face was not covered in sperm, and most of it was Alex’s. Chris’ only command for this request was to lick cum so he could breathe, so he happily did that as Steve got ready to fuck him. In a bit of a slant rhyme, Steve’s main focus was speed. He knew that he always took a while to cum, so he hoped to give the guest a show by viciously assaulting the luger’s ass. Chris’ buttcheeks flapped around as Steve repeatedly drove his cock into them, causing a cacophony of noise to reverberate throughout the room. This also caused quite a bit of cum to bounce up and down on Chris as well, creating another amusing spectacle for John to see. All that resulted in a stellar cumshot from Steve, in which he made a line all the way from Chris’ dick to his hairline. The five gymnasts then filed out as John was left to take in the sight of Chris’ beefy and hairy body coated in thick and creamy layers of sperm.Requests are always open. | Patreon 



Roscoe was excited to bring another dude in, Joseph Tolve. Even though he was a cop in real life, he was also a pro bodybuilder, so ensnaring him at the gym was quite easy.


“Let’s go, you motherfuckers!” barked Warden Joseph after Sam, Randy, and Scott had finished their manual labor for the day. The three made their way back to their cell. Randy and Scott were pretty tired after working, so they fell asleep quickly. Sam, however, did not, and took the opportunity to jerk off. He pulled his cock from his bright orange pants and began stroking it slowly. It just so happened that Warden Joe was walking by at the same time, to inspect the prisoners and making sure they were not doing anything bad. 

Joe locked eyes with the jerking off Sam. He didn’t say anything, but took out his keys and unlocked the cell door. He walked over to Sam’s half-nude body and made the shush symbol. He then went down on Sam’s throbbing erect cock. This was of course frowned upon in the prison, but Joe was the warden. He could do whatever the fuck he pleased. And Sam’s cock certainly did not disappoint. It was caked with sweat after a hard day of work, and the fact required all male prisoners to go commando. 

He kept his sucking sounds down to a minimum, although he would have loved to moan once he tasted that delectable cock. Sam was moaning in pleasure as well, but softly, as to not wake up Scott and Randy. Joe continued to suck off Sam, playing with his balls and coating his cock with his spit. A couple minutes later, Joe pulled away from the cock, before Sam came. He unbuckled his pants and took out his own monster cock. He pointed to it, and mouthed, “Suck.”

Sam obliged, and flipped onto his stomach to get all of his warden’s thick juicy cock in his mouth. It too had a very particular taste, somewhat tart but covered in sweat as well. Joe always enjoyed getting one of his prisoners to suck him off, so he was able to keep his sounds to a minimum. Sam was much more louder than he was, but still quiet enough that even the next cell over probably didn’t hear them. He reciprocated in playing with Joe’s balls, and he too pulled out before Joe was able to cum. He then glanced at the two sleeping hunks sharing his cell.

Joe walked over to Scott and woke him up, and Sam did the same to Randy. “Get the fuck up and take your clothes off,” said the two of them to the drowsy men, who quickly obliged when they realized it was Warden Joe in the room with them. Joe stuck his fat cock into Scott’s virgin hole, which made him scream out. “Shut the fuck up, you bastard, or you’ll be in solitude.” Scott was silent after that, but constantly hurting inside from the monster cock rubbing against his asshole. The fact that the warden found his prostrate pretty quickly did not help his predicament, and he was biting his tongue, literally, to get him to stop screaming. 

Randy, on the other hand, was being forcibly fucked by his cellmate, who thankfully had a smaller cock than the warden. However, that meant he could go harder and faster in Randy’s thick and juicy ass. He had already heard the warden’s warnings to Scott, so he tried to be as quiet as possible. It was a bit difficult when Sam found his prostrate quickly as well, and the fact that he was turned on by the smell of sex and sweat in the air. He channeled that energy into being a power bottom, which Sam greatly enjoyed. 

“Get the fuck on to the bed, maggot,” seethed Joe as he and Scott changed positions. The bedframe was really hampering his thrusts, and it wasn’t as hot as he was hoping it would be. It also gave him more leverage to slam Scott’s face into his pillow to muffle his screams as Joe picked up intensity. The sound of pre-cum and sweat splashing around in Scott’s ass was getting louder and louder, but Joe didn’t mind. Scott, on the hand, was in torturous pain. Joe had picked up the assault on his ass, and now he could barely breathe. Joe had also taken to jerking him off as well, denying him most bodily functions for his own pleasure. 

Sam and Randy changed positions, but in a different way than Scott and Joe. Sam laid down on his cellmate’s bed, and then Randy positioned himself over Sam’s cock. He slowly edged his way down, and then both of them could join in the fun as they both thrusted up and down in rhythm to each other. This allowed both men to have free use of their hands, and used that to their advantage, feeling up each other’s hard muscles and tweaking each other’s nipples. It also allowed Sam to jerk off Randy’s cock a little, flapping away from all the intense thrusting they were doing. 

“I’m going to fucking cum on you, you dirty slut,” announced Joe, pulling out and jerking himself off just a little bit more to cum all over Scott, whom he had flipped around. Scott watched as Joe’s monster cock ejaculated, spreading globules and streams of thick and milky cum all over his chest. Naturally jerking himself off as well, the sight of his chest caused him to cum as well, further coating his stomach and groin in cum. Joe collected some on his fingers and force-fed the prisoner a mixture of both of their cum.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” then announced Sam, pulling out of Randy’s ass. Randy had switched to jerking himself off too, and so both came at about the same time. Sam’s abs were completely covered in creamy sperm from the two of them. Both of them licked it all up, coating each other’s mouths in a combination of their cum. Warden Joe then stood up and put his clothes back on. “You three better go to bed. Roll call is at six tomorrow, and our little dalliance tonight isn’t a get-out-of-jail-free card. Not showing up will have the same consequences as usual.” Joe left as the three men collapsed back onto their own beds, sweaty and reeking of cum. Prison did have its perks.

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