Lick my feet and you might get to smell my jockstrap
The real alpha male - a bulge so big that other men take one look and know they are inferior. The best a faggot can wish for is to smell the delicious scent of his cock after he has flung aside his worn briefs.
"I’m your replacement Daddy because your real father is incompetent with regards to anal training. Brace yourself boy, it’s going to be a long weekend"
Being influential in politics and markets, Mark Russell was welcomed at the hotel personally by its enthusiastic owner; everyone made an effort to please Mr Russell, especially when his recommendation could mean great things for a business.
Russell got a knock at his door at 11pm, it was the owner’s son. ”My father sent me to… keep you company”. He was nervous. Russell understood immediately, he got this all the time. ”Look kid, I’m tired but I don’t want to offend your dad by rejecting his kindness, just grit your teeth and bear it, and I’ll give you $500 you can keep to yourself, that sound good?”
Rich liked his job fitting jockstraps at the sports shop, but today this little brat was really testing his nerve. He wouldn’t even try to fit his cock into the pouch before rudely declaring it was too small. If it was up to Rich this little shit would be tied down and men would sit on his face to teach him a lesson.
Eventually fed up of the kid’s complaints, Rich took a hands-on approach; he stuffed the bemused kid’s dick under the waistband and into the pouch. ”There. It fits. Now buy it.”
Matt had been working at the club 18 months now and had become a client favourite. Originally employed because of his incredibly proportioned body - tiny waist, pert ass and big member - he soon became more notorious for his ability to take a pounding. Rubbing their hands over his smooth body, older men got a glimpse of the dreams they thought they’d never realise; 20 minutes of slamming into him and draining their balls inside his godly body was worth every penny of the £1000 fee.
"It costs a lot to look this cheap"
Within 10 minutes the trashy fag wasn’t looking so cocky, his cunt had been brutally pounded by 3 pissed-off men in succession, the thong yanked so hard out the way that it had ripped, leaving the fag’s annihilated hole exposed. The men laughed as the cum slowly oozed out his hole, sitting on the fag’s face to prevent him leaving.
Getting fucked to pay for his weekly food had become so routine for Bobby that he didn’t even get hard any more.
Having sorted out a long weekend off work and having locked himself in (giving the keys to a friend) nothing was going to stop Bill from finding anal nirvana; a stock of drugs kept him awake and the hunger at bay and over the 40 hours he took a spiritual journey ranging from a meagre 6 inch to the aptly named ‘hole-ruiner’ [whose girth is that of two fists]. What’s perhaps most impressive is that Bill never once touched his dick - it remained in its latex prison, never having enough room to get fully hard, but leaked cum anyway as Bill’s prostate was stimulated to insane degree.
Tom didn’t exactly like it, but with the large pay bonuses his boss was giving he’d be a fool not to wear his skimpy pants to work and not to offer his hole for the boss to use.