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The team's new physio has caused quite a stir since arriving in the locker room. The guys are clamoring to book appointments with him and exchange knowing glances whenever he’s mentioned in front of the coach. Curious to see what the fuss was about, the coach booked a session himself. He was shocked at first but soon got into the spirit of things; not only did he get the best handjob of his life, but all his nagging old aches and pains vanished, just as the guys were already knocking on the door, waiting for their turn.
I always knew i had the biggest one of the familly. But did't realised m'y older brother was craving for it, until has a now expérienced bottom and young dady, he took things in hand. Likely overcome by fatigue and hormones, he gaved in to his desire, throwing himself onto my big cock, with tenderness and determination, to relieve the pressure, just as I was asking how I could help with the baby's arrival.
You have been a bit long to understand what was happening. He bought you drinks and sodas the wall afternoon during the walk in town together. But you are just a naive dumb top and that's when he stay silent with a smile on his face as you ask for pee at the bar toilet that you understood. The tortue last the wall afternoon. He brought to you overs cans of juic as you walked the street. The urge to let it flow was so strong you began to freak out without knowing what would be the worst between embarassingly pissing yourself in the public street and walk back your home alone with your wet pant or face his disapointement. It was so hard and endless but the way he looked at you gave you courage. He was proud of his boy enduring this for him.
When he dicided the game was enough he bring you back his home. The way never seemed so long. As soon the door was closed you undressed as the rules says. He mad you stand up in the living room when he mooved aside the carpet, then the sofa and also the Coffe table, taking his time. When he finished he makes you wait a few more minutes by letting you alone in the room and when he cames back he ironicly apologies saying he had to take a pee before you began to play. You were letting out little moans of distress serching for his attention. He smiled at you while slowly taking of his clothes. Wearing nothing els than his fav white jock. He knelt down front to you without stoping eyes contact. He stay like that looking at you in the eyes. Your desperat look seems to please him as he began to stroke his hard dick through the jock. He juste said "come on" and you immediately let out a strong pressurized urine jet on his chest that splashed piss all over the place. He laugh at the violence of the flow. You were relieve of all this liquides and also satisfy to see your master having fun. You finally relax your crisped face and laugh with him. The urge became pleasure and you watered the man by pointing your now alf erected pénis on his face. You proudly looked at him play with the steam, taking it in his mouth and then spit it on you. There's now your urine all over the floor and the stream still dont slow. Wow that's the most long and powerfull piss i ever had you thought to yourself. Master was beating strongly his meat while spraying drops by dozens all over the room. He was now covered in it and his hair were totaly wet. As you began to feel the flow down you shaked your cock strongly to make him enjoy the laste drops in every direction.
When it was over he stood up facing you, fluffing himself up like a dog, dropping piss all over you. He took off his jock and wrung it out, letting a large amount of piss flow to the ground adding more of you on the massive flac. The piss smell was so strong around you. "Well done boy" he says manely tapping your chest. Then he takes you in his arms to share with you the dirtyness on his skin. You both froted, your skin sliding on each over. As you were now full hard he took your Dick in his hand starting wanking you. He approched his face to yours, wispering at your ear to lay down on the floor. You executed the order and lay down in the flac still hard. He step over your naked body letting clear yellow drops rain on you. He sat on your hips froting his big ass against your dick. You couldn't help but move your pelvis to his rhythm, raising the tension a notch. Your breath quickened as he leaned forward over you to better slide it between his buttocks. Drops continued to fall on you while you felt your sex inside your master. He leaned on your chest to prevent you from moving and began to come and go. Your heart accelerated. His movements became more aggressive and each time he violently crushed his big ass on your cock, drops of piss were projected. Under the effect of his weight on you, your whole body trembled and ripples formed in the pool of your piss. You could hear his grunts in rhythm with the lapping noises and behind your panting breath cut off with each thrust. Then he got up and put you on your feet with a simple turn of his hand. He leaned against the edge of the sofa, leaving wet prints on the fabric as he did so, showing you his hairy ass, which from this angle looked even more plump. No need for an explanation, you got straight to work and pushed your cock all the way to the base, the hairs of which were completely wet with a mixture of your piss and your master's juices. You fucked him directly with strong movements of your pelvis while holding him by the hips. You knew you could go all out because you know that your master likes to be fucked like a real man. He was making manly grunts. Then he turned towards you to tell you to cum now. You weren't ready but you had to carry out your master's order like a good submissive top to the boss's orders, so you arched a little further forward to go deeper and accelerated the pace so as not to make him wait. You concentrated by tensing your face distorted by the intense effort. After only 4 or 5 movements you emitted the obligatory moans to warn him that you were going to squirt. He responded with deep grunts while you released the sauce by trembling all over your body and continuing the movements to squirt as far as possible inside, juste as he like. After a few moments of catching your breath you pulled your cock out of him leaving his stretched hairy hole wet with your cum, your piss and his but sqwirt. He tapped you on the shoulder to congratulate you still out of breath then he headed to the bathroom without a glance walking in the urine that had spread all over the floor of the room with the dirty traces of our footsteps. You looked at this mess yourself as dirty as the floor wondering how you were going to clean everything up. because obviously you are the one who is going to put everything back in order.
You daughter told your wife that her boyfriend was asking for annal sex, so after a few réflection you gave him what he wanted, like you used to do with men before wife and kids,to save your daughter's honor.
I was already on the principal's radar when my teacher caught me watching gay porn on my phone right in the middle of class. They lectured me for a while before suggesting a less academic way to channel my overflowing bad energy. Since then, I haven't missed a single session with my teaching team of dominant "bottom" teachers. And apparently, the coach wants me to see him after class twice a week, too. With all that energy being burned off, I have no choice but to behave myself during lessons.
My brother warned me to stay away from the single dad who’d recently moved into our neighborhood. I thought that was a bit much—the poor guy had barely arrived; there was no need to single him out. Besides, he was so hot that I couldn't help but stop by his place when he invited me in after I’d said hello to him in the neighborhood. "Oh, you're Max's brother? Come on in," he’d said. I quickly understood why my brother wanted to keep me away from him, but his natural air of authority compelled me to obey. Before I left, he asked if I had any other brothers or cousins in the neighborhood. Since then, he’s summoned both my brother and me at the same time to give us the privilege of absolutely wrecking his ass.
Son, you know I love the scent of your pheromones after a long day at work, but damn, I can smell your stench from outside the house. You really ought to change your underwear once in a while and—for the love of God—put down that PlayStation and go take a shower right now.
I used to drop my shorts without a second thought whenever I was goofing around with my new roommates, just to entertain the crowd. I enjoyed that relaxed, good-natured vibe. But it turned out that what I thought were innocent antics backfired on me. The three longtime friends had devised a hypnosis technique centered on their backsides. I soon found myself unable to think of anything but their firm, round asses. Once I was completely under their spell, the mere sight of their rears through their shorts gave me a massive, mind-numbing hard-on; they took great pleasure in tormenting me, turning me into a plaything they’d freely pass around during endless sessions where—like a mindless gooner—I’d pound their asses with everything I had going deeper and deeper in the goon service bro.
The groom was a bit on edge right before the main event. He was starting to overthink things and have last-minute doubts, wondering if he’d made the right choice and if he was really ready to spend the rest of his life with a woman. He confided in his uncle. He was on the verge of walking out of the church just as the guests were taking their seats in the pews. Fortunately, his closest confidant knew exactly how to set him straight. As my Master, he quietly came to fetch me, enlisting me for a last-minute task. While I did my best to help out by pounding the groom’s ass as fast as i can, behind the rectory, my Master reassured him, telling him that guys would soon be lining up to secretly fuck his ass that was about to transition into a "daddy's butt" status. Heads turned our way as the three of us made our entrance last—still adjusting our shirts—claiming we’d been looking for the misplaced wedding rings, a story that made the congregation smile. It was a beautiful ceremony, and I felt a surge of pride when I heard my Master whisper "good boy" in my ear during the vows.
Just as I was doing my utmost to save my faltering relationship, my boyfriend surprised me by announcing he was taking on a second partner. Feeling a touch anxious, I decided to play along and give it one last shot. His behavior shifted and things improved between us, though I didn't dare bring up the other person. When he finally introduced us, I found myself face-to-face with an impressive stud. And instead of my boyfriend being shared between us as I had assumed, I was forced to watch as the other man took the love of my life with raw, animalistic intensity—making me realize that day that I was no longer diminant male I had believed myself to be but an beta sub top
My best friend was constantly mooning everyone. Every time we hung out with friends, we knew we were about to see him pull down his briefs. His confidence led the group to do the same, and each time we randomly ended up with our butts hanging out. That's how I began to be obsessed with men's butts. Now that he had my attention, he constantly played with my nerves. As the leader, he quickly gained the upper hand, and the appearance of the full moon was always accompanied by a pointed look in my direction, reminding me of my place as the stupid top bro in the hierarchy.
He built me endurant as fuck but when he tells me to lie down so he can suck me deep after two hours of intense pounding, it's a welcome rest before I go back behind him for endless hip thrusts. Master always makes me work hard to exhaust me and then establish his control over me.
Daddy is out for the week. He off cours caged me before to leave because of that stupid incident last tim when the pool had to be drained after he left me all alone for the weekend to go on a fishing trip with his bottoms buddies. I know it's bad but i can't help but hump the sofa leaving some traces and pheromones in the process, under the effect of the lack of his powerbottom supervision.
I'd never had a problem with nudity in public, nor with getting an erection in front of my buddies on my old team. It wasn't unusual for me to get erections in the showers after practice, but we'd always been like brothers, and it wasn't taboo anymore. They knew I could get hard easily in any situation and hadn't been offended by it for years. Sometimes a joke or two, but nothing more, and most of the time practice ended with us comparing our penises and sometimes even a group masturbation contest. So the first time I got an erection in the locker room in front of my new teammates, I was greeted with kind comments and admiring glances at my ability to relax in public. My teammates gathered around me, showering me with praise and exchanging knowing looks. So I suggested they join me for a quick wank to get to know each other, but they explained, amused, that they had other traditions for ending their workouts. Very quickly, I developed new habits and found myself offering them my rock-hard cock after every training session. Skeptical at first, I quickly got into it; after all, what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, and if I could help my new buddies while relieving myself, all the better. I thus began to develop an obsession with their muscular and insatiable asses, and three times a week I made a point of bonding with my men by regularly and disciplinedly obeying all their orders, moving from one teammate to another, standing against the lockers and sometimes even in the shower, to their excited shouts and encouragement. I became the team's mascot until the day my role as a top took an exclusive turn when they locked my three-piece suit in a chastity cage that they only unlocked during practices. I never missed a practice again, and sometimes I even skipped the whole thing without leaving the locker room where my teammates would take turns between runs to get fucked on the bench in every position after I'd meticulously licked their sweaty, athletic asses. But no matter how practice went as long as I sweated at the end, after all, I'm just a dumb top with a big dick.