Indebted Muscle Prologue (Patreon)

Topics and CW: Big Penis Humiliation, Body Worship, Body Writing, Bondage, Chastity, DH, Exhibitionism, Hard BSDM, Humiliation, Intense Kinkplay, Leather, Mentions of Loss + Grieving, Muscles, Public Play, Overestimation, Orgasm Denial + Milking, Service Top Servitude, Sex toys under clothes, Size Difference, Slave Training, Sounding, Streaking, TPE, Unequal Relationships

Summary

Sloan tries to cope the best way he can. By being a cruel. Debaucherous. Sadist against the big muscle-slave he’s fallen in love with. Unfortunately for Sloan, his controlling ways….maybe were too much for his property. As a session of passionate domination, ends bitterly into being the worst day of his life.

Roy’s curiosity gets used against him, as the gym bro he had a “Straight-crush” on, ends up shooting his shot. Testing the muscle idiot’s wits as they fool around in the showers. Where he unfortunately learns how dumb, but sexy, Roy truly is. The ridicule, and humiliation….reawakening something in Roy he desperately doesn’t want to let go despite the fear it brings him.

Prologue-Revelations

‘Ezra Can Not Come Here Soonerrrrr’, Sloan anxiously thought as he sat in his bedroom, alone. Legs ‘unwinding’ on his antique, orange, velvet armchair facing the door to his private quarters. Creaking his old furniture from steady fidgeting, as the uneven legs bang against his nightstand. The small, chestnut box uncomfortably shaking besides his seat; as a large, diamond-glass bottle rested atop, nearly empty of fiery liquor. Set in a warm light from vintage tin lamppost polished to a metallic sheen along the hard-wood walls. Their green surfaces interconnected by a column design for painted lilacs to spiral up their cage-like, carved beams.

All imprisoning the small kingdom Sloan had carved out in his abode; doubling as his personal chambers and ‘playroom’ afforded to him in his stay. His lavish bed folded neatly, something Sloan Loathed, but did to make space for the slave he loved. The same mattress where many nights were spent with his lover’s fervent worship, those passionate moments of his sub’s devotions….unable to bury the impeding dread the shorter Dom couldn’t escape. From recent events today he could not stop thinking about as he tried drowning them in pleasure. Even in drinking.

Sipping his heavy percentage of scotch; Sloan’s attention was kept on the AC chilling his cookies n’cream skin as his delicate pudge fidgeted in full leather gear. The black, daunting attire fitted in a warm gloss across his soft body as his uniform of authority revealed parts of his supple flesh that would enjoy the tender union of his inferior’s worship. Ass-less chaps. Sleeveless vest. Neck exposed. Thick cock crowned in a golden cock cage as tall as a thimble. Sunglasses and patrolmen hat covering the deep anxiety from his amber eyes as he stared to a ‘certain’ app in his other hand. Waiting for the steps outside his door, their ruckus causing him to increase the dial on his phone’s screen to maximum.

The sounds of his last sip of scotch followed by a silenced groan made Sloan smirk; ‘ahhh, There’s my love~ Aha. Ooohh He WORE everything I told him too last night’. Feeling some of the dread ease, Sloan’s arousal crept back into focus slowly as his locked dick throbbed at the faint noises hidden behind his bedroom door. Placing his glass down by the bottle as he savored the struggle happening out of view as the noises grew...more pathetic.

Steps on the wooden floor outside the room stumbling as a gagged muffle deepened in pleasure. Leaving his glass besides the chair on a matching dresser, Sloan tried putting on a brave face as his cock throbbed hard in it’s gilded confides. “Come in, Toy~. Show me the perverted freak behind the door. And what you slept in alllll Night for your Owner”, Sloan jested hungrily.

Licking his lips as he heard his property struggle to open the door in front of it. A few, labored seconds of pathetic, gagged exertion mixed with lust almost failed to do the simple task as a tall man with glossy brown eyes finally entered. Dark-hazelnut hair wrapped in a bun, the flossy strands loose with sweat. Closing the door behind him, and barely able to face Sloan; was an older sub in his 40’s, almost 6’feet in height. His broad, but lean frame clung to the tan, long-coat he wore across this college town in his pathetic, black tennie shoes. The sub’s eyes were almost fully closed as they floated about the black face mask muffling most of the violent moans that came from his stubbly face. Drool dripping from the bottom of the covering like an eager, expectant dog. Pearl-like tears creeping from the edge of his eyes from….over-stimulation.

“Strutting around the town in Nothing. But. A. Coat~ Lucky no students are Awake yet, Slave... Be A Shame to have them clock you as the pathetic Pervert you are, Fuck-toy”, Sloan moaned as he began to snicker. His nervousness fleeing behind his lust as he berated his sub. His degradation being met with a loyalty that trembled from the sensations his slave was suffering, rather than disobedience. Whatever pleasurable groan his slave omitted was deeply gagged by something choking his throat under the mask. Fuck-toy used his slender form to anxiously wag his excitement, eager but unable to communicate to his owner in anyway. His broad shoulders tensing the sleeves of the coat as he...struggled to do that basic motion due to what was underneath it.

“Yeah, Slave?~ You wanna show off How much of a perverted you are to me, Boy. Strip for me, Then. Let me Lovvee the worthless inferior that slept like this”, Sloan commanded lustfully. Fuck-toy drank up the belittlement like an addict to his fix, looking away shyly as he obeyed the subtle command with a sensual revealing of his shoulders parting the coat. As Sloan was immediately blessed by his sub’s easy compliance, the many years he had molded his lover into unequal property pulling off as the toned school official began disrobing. Fuck-toy’s groans shifting to whimpers in sync with the more audible, buzzing noises under his attire as the motion’s pain made Its deep arousal worse. The shorter man’s uneasy shaking fully stilled with his creeping, devilish grin.

Kicking off his shoes along his long coat, was a fully naked ‘man’ decorated like a kinky Christmas tree.

The furry, toned Beefcake may have been considered an impressive man in public, but in front of its Master, It was a worn piece of property whose imposing body was groomed for service. Whatever ego It had long buried or destroyed judging by the desperate moans getting louder as he flexed his puffy biceps to the back of his head like was trained to. Years of night body inspections paying off as the plump, meat tightened as Fuck-toy arched his elbows to the air.

The soft, lean muscles covered in a toy-box of fetishes that overwhelmed him. Fuck-toy’s aged, but firm, light-tan skin coated in fuzz was bound in thin, red robe. The bondage segmenting his trembling body in interlocking diamond patterns constricting his movement with each pitiful breath as it webbed him from shoulders to knees. Fuck-toy’s “real clothes” besides the Shibari knots, were the degrading names marked with arrows: on his arms (BoyToy, Muscle-Meat), his Calves (Service Pole, Fuck-meat), and above his hairy crotch on his light hairy abs (property of Master Sloan). Their marker-ridicule slightly faded from the recent sweat of Its “sprint” to its Owner’s abode.

Fuck-toy’s nipples were pierced with orange rings for pulling his supple tits, as a chain of similar color connected them downward to the middle of his pecs. Obscuring his hairy crotch, was a tight belt snuggling his toned hips with a strap-on at its center; its orange dildo lazily obscured his real cock. Fuck-toy’s once ‘manly’ 7.5-inches confided into a flat cage smaller than Sloan’s, that was being pushed out due to his aroused straining: 4 inches constricting the caged shaft tightly outward. Cum lightly dripping from the thin, silicone sounding rod peaking from the urethra hole of his chastity device. Fat, low hanging balls shaved of their masculine pubes to host the words “kick-me” on their wide surface; as they were teased by the pink boxes taped nearby. His upper calves hosting 4 controls to the wired plugs filling up his stuffed bubble butt. The thick dildo in the shape of Fuck-toy’s Own dick tapped shut, as the vibrators were clearly on max by the sounds of their violation.

Sloan’s prideful, amber eyes stared fondly at his slave in more than lust; but a deep sense of romance that kept his swell of despair in check. ‘My Booyyyy, Just the kind of Cutie I needed to break in right now’, he mused in his mind. As Sloan reaped the rewards of years grooming His perfect slave captured in that moment, smiling cruelly as his partner was finally nude before him. To unwind the best wat a man could with his property.

Swiftly leaving his seat, and sauntered over Fuck-toy with an amused whistle. Barely making a yard before his booted foot rammed into the fat, dangling testes of his Slave. Fuck-toy groaned out a lustful scream from whatever was occupying his throat underneath the black mask. Its pathetic moans the only admittance of pain, as the Slave was trained not to hide his crotch or stop flexing or less it would face actual punishment. Fuck-toy doing his best to keep both hands behind his back, expectant and trembling as he tried keeping it together like the slave he was molded for. Flexing his somewhat impressive arms for the ‘Otter’ that he was; his shoulders amusing Sloan as the Dom gained a boyish blush along his cookies n’ cream skin.

Fuck-toy getting rewarded with a firm pull of his long nuts as Sloan got into kissing distance.

Firmly yanking the testicles downward like the grasp of a leash, forcing Fuck-toy to bend his knees.

Not from pain. But training. His own agony making him obey further.

Sloan’s other hand was on the rims of the slave’s defined chin. Unstrapping the black face mask that obscured from the noise to the jawline as he brought Fuck-toy’s head fully to his height at eye level. Making sure to slap Fuck-toy’s balls harder as his muffled groans of ecstasy slouched out with a pathetic whimper at his last ‘accessory’s’ removal.

Letting go of the nuts as the slave adjusted his weird squatting in sync with the removal of the mask; as a 3 inch, purple dildo wetly released itself as Sloan tossed the face-wear to the floor. Fuck-toy’s louder, pitiful vocalization silenced with the….tender union of Sloan’s mouth. The taller slave hunched as much as possible, as his lips were locked with his much shorter owner. His glossy gaze focusing as Sloan wetly kissed Fuck-toy with a warm, exploitative passion that betrayed the cruel leathers he was draped in. Fuck-toy closing his eyes fully as he felt his mouth being dominated in the union of taste buds and spit; Sloan lightly staring hearts into his Property’s whimpering face as the sub’s suction grew greedy from sharing the hints of orange scotch on Sloan’s tongue. Cupping his Slave’s chin as their make-out got deeper, the smaller man was teasing the strap-on above His Locked ‘Dildo’.

Sloan away with a wet trail of spit as Fuck-toy got drunk on his Master’s essence. “Good Boy~ Look at you. Just a pitiful. Weak-willed. Plaything. My perfect, Pathetic, Ripped-toy for my amusement. What would your school think about Their Dean begging to Fuck my Ass. Or—”, Sloan seduced before interrupting himself. Tossing Fuck-toy’s head from his hand and stopping his stroke of the strap-on, as he sauntered back to his chair. Shaking the fat, bouncy ass of mixed tones in front of the horny sub, his slave keeping eye contact as he licked his furry lips. Micro cage Throbbing more violently until Sloan sat down. “--Especially since you’re gonna have to Work for the privilege of my Cunt, like the worthless little pole you are. Hump my Boots, WORM. Entertain me, and I might unlock you to Milk the 2 years of chastity out of you~”, Sloan commanded haughtily.

Fuck-toy perking to attention with wide, brown eyes as he dropped to his knees fully. Moaning in pain from his overwhelmed senses made more intense from the Shibari constricting his mobility. Meekly crawling to a now seated Sloan as he wetly whimpered and kissed his owner’s knee. For 5 minutes of humiliation: Fuck-toy pathetically humped above the boot of his Master’s leather boot. The strap-on awkwardly bouncing as he rubbed his straining flat cage up-and-down, down-and-up the full length of Sloan’s ankle to the calve. His incoherent begging a repeat of, “it’s not worthy of you, its not worth of you, please Master. Pretty Please Let Me Cum In you with its Worthless Rod, Sire, PLEASE”, whenever Fuck-toy could string words from the pain. His cock half-mast as the restraints made his already sore balls suffocated from micro cage. Sloan drank his slave’s misery by petting his boyfriend’s head as he downed the rest of his scotch.

“AHAHAHa, ALRIGHT, WORM~ Let’s test out your endurance. Your misery has been fun, so lets see how desperate you are to nut for my amusement…”, Sloan commanded as he snapped his fingers. Fuck-toy got up with immediately, dripping cum from his sounding rod. As Sloan got in front of his tall, toned slave with his arms outstretched; “lets use your strength against you, Slave~ Full Nelson me for about 10 minutes without the bed, see how long you can ruin my ass mid-air with the strap....”.Extending his arms behind him to part his fat, juicy cheeks to reveal a bright white taint streaked with other pale skin once fully cacao dark. Just as Fuck-toy was gonna bend to eat-out his lover, Sloan held up a finger to the crouching slave and stopped; “No love. Not today, you didn’t earn that privilege. Now, Bring that toy into my sleek hole already~”.

Fuck-toy Obeyed.

Sinking his knees deeper as he positioned the strap on fully above his straining, locked cock. Wincing as the Shibari tightened around him, moaning as he saw the 8 inches of orange silicone sink into his Master without so much as a cry from his owner. Helpless to enjoy the process of penetration: making Fuck-toy ram it in pathetically, hitting Sloan’s g-spot with a coy moan.

Lifting his Master by the knees carefully, as he both power-lifted, and power-hammered Sloan’s lubed asshole like a rabbit in heat. His low hanging ball slapping pathetically from the motion. Desperate grunts for affection And vibrators the only noise filling the emptied headed top as he used his full strength to fuck his Master Midair. The slaps of their union getting louder-and-louder as Fuck-toy kept his steady, ruined orgasm from the denial of “real penetration”. His aged, toned biceps clinging to his lover’s arms in a mix of needy hug, and a lustful, penetrating grip in his full nelson of Sloan.

“please let me fuck you master, please let me fuck you master. please let me fuck you, master. Please, Please. Pleaseeeee”, Fuck-toy begged fervently. Sloan ate up the devotion as he soothed words of encouragement and cruelty as his head was brought closer to his slave’s ear. Enjoying the silicone jack hammer failing to loosen the silky grip of his experienced cunt for 10 minutes of pained pleasure.

Until kissed his Slave’s cheek, barely breaking his property out of his sex-crazed stupor. “My Lovee, you did good. Noww, Fuck-toy: Let me enjoy my property in full~”, Sloan cooed out his command. The rhythm of his penetration slowing to a halt as he felt the sleek dildo leave his asshole vacant of company. Slowly lowered to the ground with painful winces, Sloan napped the key from his vest and knelt by the cock he owned. Kissing the “freed” shaft, the cock head strangled as the choked balls prevented the cage and ring from slipping off. Humming, Sloan took his time removing 3 inches of silicone from the urethra with hearts in his eyes, Fuck-toy kept his hands to his sides like a good slave as the urethra insertion left his cock with a wet vacancy.

Tossing the sounding rod towards the mask, Sloan unlocked his boyfriend from chastity as he set the device away as the hung, meaty dick he owned fully expanded. From 4 inches to almost 8: a fat, uncut, tan shaft bounced to attention as it leaked its excited before his Owner, the phallic rod much darker than Fuck-toy’s body. The purple cock head bulbous, wet, and unable to escape the foreskin as the handsome pecker looked heavy and eager for use. Fuck-toy looked down pleadingly in a whimper, his brown eyes glossy and needy of….something Sloan clocked as more “affection”. The shorter Master leaving one wet kiss on the purple head of the cock he owned. Fuck-toy’s erect prick throbbed violently, making him struggle to keep his obedient position.

“No deep-throating for you yet, Fuck-toy. It’s time I have my fun in full….Now let’s see how long you can last till I allow you to cum, Fuck-Toy”, Sloan commanded calmly as his devious eyes looked upward to his slave as he rose off his knees. Wrapping his chubby arms as his smooth skin caressed the sweaty, furry body of Fuck-toy tightly in a hug, not bothered by the robe binding his lover. Fuck-toy hugged back, as he took it as a queue for one of his Master’s other favorite position. Embracing his owner as he dipped his height down as he used his strength to lift Sloan again, now facing forward as his arms traveled from the leather vest, to the calves exposed from the ass-chaps. Expectantly gripping Sloan’s juicy ass, parting the cheeks as his almost meaty cock angled its way to the warm, firm, silky grasp of a cunt he waited so long to be allowed sex with. Sinking 1, 2, 5, all 7.5 inches of his denied erection with an immediate groan that was silenced by Sloan kissing Fuck-toy again. Their make-out muffling cries of pure ecstasy as Fuck-toy held tight to the ritual, rhythmic penetration of his Master.

Sinking his hard, trembling shaft in pain and pleasure. Clearly on the cusp of bursting, but using every ounce of his will to not cum as Sloan made it worse. Sloppy in his deep, French kiss as Fuck-toy was crying from the passion of his Master’s skillful, warm, anal grip that choked the cock that pathetically invaded it. The wet, Meaty smacks filling the room as Sloan yanked the chained nipples Hard; Pulling Fuck-toy’s chest like the reins of a steed, his stallion directed to penetrate deeper as a result of his upper torso’s worsening bondage. Fuck-toy’s focus to topping was getting more lucid as he lost himself in the union; his tensing cock switching from jack-hammering into Sloan’s ass, to manually pushing down his shorter owner in desperation. Continuing around 10 minutes more as Fuck-toy’s topping got more needy, his powerful thrusting through the slick asshole slowing until it flopped out wetly,

Sloan broke away from their make-out as Fuck-toy begged for more kisses; “Aahahaha, DaMn, Ezz~ Looks like someone needs to earn that load...Harderr. Be a good boy and plop us on the bed, Slave. On your back. I want to see you struggle to lift me up as you dig that worthless hung rod deeper in me”. Fuck-toy tried his best not to cum at that, as he obeyed. His sweaty, fuzz body now lightly washing away the degrading graffiti over it as he carried his owner to the plush bed. Fuck-toy wordlessly holding Sloan in the initial position as he lightly smacked his back into the mattress. Enjoying the greedy, evil look of Sloan; the shorter man was caught smiling at his lover. ‘I needed this...though I think it’s time my toy Earned his release like he deserves’, Sloan schemed.

Rubbed his juicy ass in a stead grind, Sloan began to lightly cackle as his lover squirmed from the motion. The muscular sub gripping Sloan’s hips harder as a result, his shorter master’s chastity cage slick with precum from whatever idea he would make reality. “Alright Toy: I got better things to do than entertain a worthless, hung, perverted pole like you. You got 5 minutes. Breed me, Fuck-toy. All your effort to use my asshole for 5 minutes, so you better pump every load you got manually~”, Sloan snickered. Rubbing his thicker, delicate hands along the shibari and permanent marker names as he continued, Fuck-toy’s eyes sparkling widely as he nodded.

“You are gonna fuck me….like an automated dildo, Toy. All strength on your end as I tear apart whatever parts of your worthless ego is in you. Get to it”, Sloan commanded in a laugh.

Ezra needed no invitation as he took no time finding Sloan’s asshole again. Lifting the bottom’s soft, sinking asscheeks of multi-tones, and stabbed his manhood into his owner. The meaty smacks forcing the antique bed to creak along with Sloan’s laughs as his locked cock throbbed from amusement. “AAHAHA ^Plap^, Just a dumb little ^Plap^ Breeding stallion for me. With an overgrow ^Plap^ WORM ^PLAP^”, Sloan Ridiculed as he felt his guts get a new coat of paint. Ezra’s painfully groaning out his lust as his first load gushed in a creamy torrent of climax deep into Sloan. Ezra’s toned hips and arms tensing violently as he was unable to stop fucking his owner, with 4 minutes left to nut more.

“^PLAP^, What A Waste of Inches!!! ^Plap, Plap^ Can’t even cum right anymore without someone putting ^PLAP^ you in your place! Better off Locking up ^PLAP^ your worthless pole or ^PLAP^ ONLY WHEN Betters ^PLAP^ need ^PLAP^ a TOY to ‘TOP’ Them!!”, Sloan demeaned cruelly.

Sloan Enjoying another burst of Ezra’s DNA meekly lube up his silky asshole, as Ezra whimpered; “Yes Master PLAP, I’m just a pole for you, Sir. A big PLAP, Dumb PLAP, worthless ToyPLAP. I never want to stop cumming you, SIRE”. His self belittlement being met with laughter and cruelty as Ezra and Sloan continued on well after the 5 minutes. Getting lost in their union longer than Sloan would care to admit.

……

Lounging in a pile; Ezra rested his naked, sore body besides Sloan as his owner cuddled on his stomach, the shorter dom not wanting more cum from his asshole to spill. The taller slave no longer in shibari or wearing the strap-on, as he nuzzled his Bf like an eager pet. “m-master….why did you want to meet up all of a sudden anyhow. If I am allowed to ask”, Ezra winced out as as he tried holding Sloan fully. “Stress relief aside, Ezz: I had something I wanted to...ask of you?”, the shorter Dom revealed shyly. Making his lover perk up, Sloan went to the lower pocket in his leather vest as he pulled out a small bag. Opening the container to reveal as collar, custom black leather and rose gold with a blank dog tag. “Will...Will you be mine forever?”, Sloan revealed with a tenderness in his voice Ezra wouldn’t have found minutes prior.

The taller slave squeezed his owner tightly as he squealed in a way that betrayed the deeper voice of the older sub. “A YES, YES, Yes, SIRE!! I!! I have been Wanting this for So Long!!! Ahh, the other Deans are gonna Gush when they see me walk the Isle to you as equal...only to be your bitch the second we’re out of eye-shot”, Ezra mused with joy and lust. Emphasizing his elation with deep, face nuzzling besides the pudgy cheek of a chuckling Sloan. “Ahahah, ayy Meu Amor, Yes yes. They’ll have plenty of time to savour your new life since they won’t have to worry about you as a Dean for long”, Sloan released with ease. Laughing a little at his statement, as the nuzzling against his face slowly churned to an abrupt halt as the taller sub….digested what that could mean? Until it came to him in a worry.

Ezra shot up from the cuddle anxiously; “master. Why would they Not worry about Me as a Dean?”. Waiting a few seconds after chiming that out in rising panic, Ezra was not soothed as Sloan responded in confidence.

“I sent your letter of resignation to their office before you got here. They got the meeting tomorrow, so figured you wouldn’t need the position since being my slave-hubby is a full commit”, Sloan aired with Pride. Ezra groaned as he rushed out of bed; “NOO, FUCK NO, I worked my Ass Off to even get on that overconfident cloister of SELLOUTS for you to, HRNNNN”. The taller man’s body expression changing rapidly as the panic turned to seething betrays. His groan restrained by clenched teeth as his sore eyes collected enough water from the revelation of his partner’s actions, that Sloan’s 1st thought wasn’t guilt, But deep Fear.

Sloan awkwardly got up, trying to hold it in so his bed was less stained; “YOU HATE THAT JOB! I Thought, as your Owner: You’d be Happier with me helping you get away! Be a stay-at home sub! I got the money for all Our Dreams, And—”. Pausing as he saw Ezra’s deeply hurt face. The older school official on the verge of a breakdown at what Sloan had done, making Sloan feel more than regret at this point as his guilt was not prepare for his lover’s response.

“I’m Done. Dom OR NOT, you don’t upend your Boyfriends Career without Letting him KNOW! WE started Dating when I barely got in their PACK”, Ezra responded as he got his shoes on. “Get back Into Bed, Ezz! We can talk this out!!”, Sloan pleaded in rising worry. “TALK WHAT OUT, The man I wanted to marry That can’t-- who keeps on...Who kept on breaking my trust, no matter how easy it was to be wooed by Him”, Ezra replied with tears as he tightly wrapped up his long-coat.

“Ezzz. Why are you using Past tense. Are you. ARE WE Not—”, Sloan said in panic as he felt the emptiness from before come back. Ezra looking away from his pain before he continued speaking to Sloan as he finished preparing to leave.

“Because I Can’t be in ANY relationship with you treating me like this! Playtime is one thing. But THIS kind of disregard! You make me feel like Trash, that my life and opinions are so easy for you to dispose. I...Can’t be with a man who Fucking throws away my life’s work on a Vibe!”, Ezra cried out. Getting to the door before Sloan could reach him, the shorter dom didn’t care about the cum in him that could spill out as he tried fixing his Mistake. “Meu Amor! Don’t! We-We can work this out like we always do, don’t leave me too, give me a little—” Sloan pleaded as he was interrupted.

“Marques! I. I need time to think about us, I. Don’t hate you, but….I don’t think I can be Anything to You Because of how you are. Considering I’mma gonna run Practically in the Buff to stop the Letter You Sent.... Goodbye, Sloan”, Ezra confronted with firm weeping as he closed the door in front of Sloan. His crying muffled as the muscularly-lean man ran further away, leaving Sloan further in silence. The shorter dom feeling like he was stuck in a dream by how dirty he felt. The dread he had felt before he had made love to Ezra swarming his body like insects feasting on every essence of Sloan. Fear and disbelief overtaking him fully, as a sudden shock from his phone’s humming came from his vest pocket. Trying his hardest not to cry, Sloan answered the call from the contact labeled ‘Pops’; “uahh, Now is not a good time Old man, I need to.. fuck I need to think about shit right now, Ii—”.

“OI LAD. Now Is not a good time for isolation, your. Grandpa, my Everything; isn’t gonna make it. HE. nasty sob, sent me away to get you so you….can say goodbye too. I.IIii. I’ll Be there in 10 minutes, lad. Please be ready”, Leopold urged as he violently withheld his sobbing. Tears Sloan never heard from his grandpa’s husband, the former boxer sobbed on the line as he continued explaining the situation. As Sloan was checking out mentally from his world collapsing a second time in his bedroom.

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‘Fuckkk, since when did Austin...look and smell soo gooddd’, Roy mused pathetically in his mind. Looking up to someone he had admired since he got a gym membership in city, Roy was awestruck by features of his gym-mate that most Straight Guys wouldn’t get an erection from. Enjoying his crisis of… “Taste” physically viewing his best buddy, Austin, from a certain angle. The younger college student getting a personal view of his friend from below as his back rested on the weight bench.

The college senior was toned in a way Roy always envied. Austin’s form was bouncy, pronounced, and much more round than the jock himself; despite the differences to the self worship of their health….Roy was transfixed on his gym-mate’s everything at the moment. The mass soft, his olive skin sweaty as it drenched his red, more modest gym clothes that failed to hide the definition. Austin’s musculature hypnotized Roy in a way he had never felt before, his dim head hiding any disgust the ‘straight-boy’ would have held from admiring his gym-mate.

Roy tried watching his bro hype him up, the angle forcing Roy to witness it crotch first while bench pressing well over his body weight. Struggling to keep focus of Austin’s words from the allure of his supple form looking more imposing beneath his waistline as the younger man’s head was a few inches below it. The older classmate spotting Roy with a breathy enthusiasm as more than his chest was bouncing in his modest attire. ‘Why Would you Free Ball, BRUUhhh’, Roy complained in his head as he realized his buddy was erect; getting a good whiff of an intoxicating scent he feared he wanted more. Trying hard to ignore the smaller, but hard shaft of Austin poking at full mast under the older jock’s sweatpants. Roy was losing his mind from an arousal he had thought suppressed in his dorm a few hours ago, one that made it hard to remember how many sets his buddy had spotted so far.

‘Shittt, Why did I have to dress like A Sluttt again, my cock is slipping in front of my mate’ again’, Roy regretted in his head as felt his cock get stiff from all of Austin. Whining lightly from Effort as the almost naked jock lifted weights on a bench he wished could cover his full erection as it slipped from black jockstrap out of his slutty, orange gym-shorts. His bulky form stretched the tighter closer more, and more in the rhythm of his mindless exercise as he tried hard to focus on finishing his set until Austin..told him to Stop. Because obeying his friend….felt really good to him in this state. It felt...naturally being beneath the stern, steady voice of his shorter friend.

His arms pumped upward as the bar of the dumbbells got closer and closer to Roy’s face, the mocha mass of brawn struggling to finish due to a mix of sensations. The arousal from the position, the lustful gaze of Austin, and Austin’s praise fogging his mind...Roy’s impressive form was about ready to tap out from his gym-date. His smooth, toned, athletic physique racking up sweat along his thick, sculpted body as his tank top clung to his broad bulk; stretching the slutty phrase printed on it “Two-Seater” with arrows pointing up and down. Roy’s strength waned as he ascended-and-descended the dumbbell above his head, and narrowly beneath Austin’s stiff shaft. His mouth trembling wetly as he saw the member shiver as Austin’s chest giggled with a hardy, youthful laugh.

“Ahaaha, Yeaaah, That’s my BOiiii, You Got this! I’m so Proud of you, Broo! This is more weight I could have managed, Roy-royyy. Fuck look at your body Go~ A little More, Big Guy, I believe in you!”, Austin urged with deep passion. Trying hard not to let his arousal get in the way as he wiped something from his face as he itched his crotch, the lack of resistance from his sweatpants revealing no underwear. Making Roy bite his lip as he barely paid attention to his gym-mate save for sight, his big eyes taking in the care and confidence of his buddy as he whined.

‘yeah, yeah, yeah I do got this. Gotta Pump. Gotta Pump. Need to….Follow….Needdd...to...Finish..” Roy barely managed to string in his head from his mind empty save from blind euphoria. Roy’s powerful display couldn’t save his ego, as his youthful form betrayed him; Precum dripping from the hung cock of Roy as he was praised by Austin, both men unaware of the sublet lewdness as Roy lost himself in the exercise. Until Austin broke him out of the stupor; “And that’s 50! BRO! YOU DID IT!!! WOOOOH. Come on, Roy-roy, ditch the bell’s! Let’s hit the showers..Bro?….You okay, bro?”. Roy snapping out of most of the deafening lust that controlled him out of nowhere, almost jumping face first into the bar he had been lifting for 15 minutes. Caught gently by Austin, the older jock grabbed Roy’s closest shoulder before contact was made with the bar. His grip firm...but was just enough to make both their cock’s bounce from the electricity between them.

‘ACT FAST, Can’t let BRO Know My cock’s like that from HIM, He’ll think I’m A Fairy or S-Something’, Roy fumed in his head. Shaking his black curls fast as he pretended to ‘catch’ himself before an equally stunned Austin, both men trying to hide the flush on their face from more than exhaustion. “LAST ONE IN THERE….HAS TO DO WHAT THE WINNER WANTS”, Roy screamed in a loud, awkward way as he blushed. Dumbfounding Austin further, brushing his short, raspberry hair in deep confusion and something else as Roy bolted to the gym showers. The older jock unable to stop the weird outburst from the clearly exhausted man that sagged his brisk movement from fatigue. Roy, unaware of how intently Austin admired his hasty stride; his bulky frame naturally flaunting his sculpted physique until it was out of sight via the open hallway into the showers. Swearing in Portuguese under his breath, using both hands to cup almost 11 inches of cock confided to his slutty shorts to try and hide his boner until out of sight.

Austin tried to process what happened….Until he had a realization; “AH, DAMMIT BRO! *sad sigh*, I need to clean the bench if you...run like that… you are lucky I like you, you bastard”. Slouching out of sight of Roy, the younger man wasted no time making the distance to the locker room in front of the showers. Clinging deeper to the wall small locked storage units, his cock unable to go down as he faintly heard his gym-mate mumble as he wiped away the workout equipment Roy had sweat-up. Faintly hearing Austin work away at cleaning his mess, Roy slipped off his shorts as he saw his jockstrap bounce from the mouth with a hefty thud into his chalky palm.

Staring down at the flinching, wet, meat-slab that was suffocating in the damp fabric of his skimpy undergarment. “there’s a very rational reason for you, fuckk you feel go-NO. I’m just blue balled after Andie ditched me a month ago. Just blue ball, not how sexy Austin s-smells—”, Roy tried denying himself as he...kept touching himself. 10.4 inches of his heavy, meaty cock wincing as his chalky hand lightened his sweaty shaft as his full balls escaped his soaked jockstrap. Precum cautiously dripping from his snug foreskin as he paid attention to both Austin mumbling in the distance, and to his surroundings. The empty locker room making him consider rubbing one out then and there, but he wasn’t That Desperate…. Was He? Ditching his clothes, Roy painfully released his hand from his hung rod as he napped his undressed attire to the lockers him and Austin paid for.

His dark, handsome frame both broad and supple; strutting around the showers for once without the confidence Roy always displayed with his impressive body. But with uncertainty that made him nauseous as his mind began to sharpen again after the workout dulled it. Unlocking his locker in the nude, picking up his pace to ditch the stuff in his thick arms to robe-up with a towel as he heard Austin’s ramblings get closer. Until his friend was at the door, his older classmate taking off his shirt for his soft form to bounce with in the middle of the doorway as he called out to Roy. “you there, Bro? Dammit, Hold on, shirts caught on my shoulders..stupid thing, thank god the gym’s empty right now fuck”, Austin tried to call out as his fat chest struggled.

Roy unable to wrap his towel fast enough as the sight of his best-buddy made his erection worse somehow, as a thought barely managed to pierce through his anxiety. Tying his long white towel to his Curvy waist he remembered something; ‘right….I set our usual bet….And actually Won it this time. Ehehe, Ooh Austin wouldn’t deny me e-even if its…. A little fruity’.

Not looking towards Austin as his older friend stopped by shirtless. “Dammit, Bro, no Fair...You know this gym is stingy as hell with cleaning the equipment when you are done”, Austin playfully whined in a chuckle. Getting closer as Roy withheld his tongue for the last minute as he spoke facing away from his shorter friend.

“Sorry, Bruh. Didn’t Want you to get a lead on me like you always do. Figured I would get payback this time~ Tin-tin’, and it got me thinking on How to….settle what you made me do last time”, Roy proclaimed coyly. Austin giggled a little, as he stayed about 5 feet, unable to get into his locker as the broader gym-bro held out his hand dramatically.

“I doubt me Begging you to get breakfast with me is worthy of retaliation, But whatevs Bro; lay it on me...what does my Roy-roy want from me this time?” Austin mused as he held his arms. The older bro’s blue eyes looked….enamored as Roy side glanced his buddy before continued; afraid to show his erection off. “Ahah, Ooh, Don’t worry Bruh. I think I got just the kind of dare that will leave you stunned”, Roy mustered out cockily. Stopped Austin’s steady laughter as he untied most of his towel to flaunt his somewhat...small ass. Shaking the soft cheeks as the toned muscle was undeveloped, unlike his fat calves. “oooh, I was thinking: I dare you to strip in front of me and...ah.. GET IN THE SHOWER WITH ME, YEAH! What Normal Bros DO!!!!….i think”, Roy said in a flurry of emotions as he quickly wrapped up his waist. Turning his head as he cautiously tried covering his stiff cock with nervous hands, his face truly showing his arrogant youth in contrast to his impressive brawn.

To see Austin with his Mouth agape.

The college senior slouching as he dropped his shirt, his fat chest sagging further as he was clearly transfixed by Roy’s words, distracted from seeing his bro’s fat cock. “Sooooo, Tin-tin, is that Yes Or you scared to—”, Roy flaunted as he fully faced Austin. In time for his gym-bro to drop his sweatpants without a second thought. Flashing the overconfident Roy, with the 1st image of a cock that wasn’t attached to his crotch; the 5 inch, thick cut shaft was coated in blonde pubes that grew wild all the way down to balls not as big as Roy’s. Stunned himself, Roy blushed but not as visibly as Austin, his lighter skin was cherry red despite all the blonde body hair as as the older man got within arm’s reach. Wordlessly napping his locker keys from his sweatpants pockets, before tossing his stuff into his locker next to Roy’s, grabbing his slippers and as he put them on. Soaps and shampoo in hand.

‘Fuck. Shit shit. Shit he is actually doing it’, Roy panicked in his head. Studying Austin’s strut to the open showers after he had his sandals on. Memorized by all of his buddy: having never even stood by him in the urinals and now exposed to the 1st man he ever saw naked. And found that he was more handsome than Roy would be brave enough to admit. His cock throbbing violently through the thick towel as he monitored the fast body of Austin getting into the small stall. Austin’s mass was more delicate and meaty than him, but his ass is what made Roy question himself more, as the juicy surface swayed along their hairy surface. His pink taint visible as they parted from the motion of moving. “welll, broooo. You coming in? Don’t leave me hanging, Roy-roy~Unless you’re scared to finish the dare you set? No-homo, bro, if it helps get you in here with me…”, Austin goaded with a sultry tone in his masculine voice.

‘Well, if he said no Homo, than it wouldn’t be Gay if I get in there!’, Roy thought with resolve.

To stupid to release how very, NOT STRAIGHT, the situation HE orchestrated was.

“BET, Hold on!”, Roy chimed back as he dashed loudly in the dead showers as his cock was hidden to his thighs in the sprint. Unable to register the dumbfounded confusion on Austin’s face, as if the senior wasn’t expecting that excuse to work That Well.

Making the distance, as Austin closed the stall’s curtains….and didn’t turn on the shower as he looked to his still clothed friend. “Well, Well, Roy-roy......guessing I get to pick my reward then for completing our usual~. You ready to pay your debt bro?”, Austin cooed in signals of attractive Roy was too dumb to pick up on. “Hell Yeah, Bruh! Down for Anything you can do to ME. Even if It’s gay-shit, it don’t count if it’s in the showers with your bros, AND YOU SAYING NO-HOMO”, Roy boasted. Flexing his arms to the side and closed his eyes from pride, until he looked down to a crouching Austin besides his towel. “not how that works, bro….but I’ll take you up on that Tasty offer. How about I get to enjoy whatever is behind this towel~ So be a good boy and show off that cock of yours?”, Austin teased.

Roy hesitated, Throbbing hard between his calves as he tried hiding his erection from Austin. He had nothing to be ashamed of, it was his biggest symbol of his macho, his grit, his literal manhood. Sure, Austin’s hairy, thick, prick made the taller classmate want a taste; ‘but what straight guy hasn’t fantasized about going down on his buddy before at our age?’, Roy attempted to reassure himself. “alright...Tin-tin, if you Want a Real Man Cock to ‘enjoy’, whatever that means, here-”, Roy asserted with a scuff. Ditching his towel to the rack on the shower wall. 10.4 inches of uncut meat immediately swung close to the oval face of Austin, the musk subtle but addicting as a cock made to be used shivering to attention.

Silence filled the empty locker room before a subtle laughter echoed in the stall Roy stood in.

As Austin grabbed the hefty cock of Roy with one hand as he knelt down fully, slapping his handsome face with the meaty rod as he snickered. “Ahahahahaha, Damn BROO. You Dummy Hung! No wonder you scare all the hoes, I doubt most would want this thing near their HANDS, let alone any other part of them”, Austin jabbed cruelly. “whatthefuck did y-You justsay???”, Roy responded with a breathy double-take. Wincing upright as Austin’s free hand slapped his small ass hard in response. Slapping Roy’s cock against his pudgy cheek as he mocked him; “this ^slap^, WORTHLESS ^slap^, Overgrown Worm: ^slap^ doesn’t make you a real Mannn. Just makes you ^slap^ someone’s Toy in One ^slap^ way or another, an Oversized POLE ^slap^ that can’t get head or tail because it’s too Big ^slap^”.

“austin, OUCH!”, Roy tried responding as he was spanked again. His college senior getting his fingers from his free hand to his mouth as he sucked on them. Lathering them with spit before he continued demeaning his overconfident gym-bro. “It’s Just Meat, Bro. Sexy, Heavy. Thick Meat Most want a sample, but Never the full course...Except for meee. Don’t worry, Roy, I’ve seen how you’ve been starring at my ass and have been wanting a sample of me~”, Austin cooed hungrily. Roy was unable to speak as he whimpered Hard as he felt Austin’s fingers part his small cheeks. “Most folk can’t handle a monster like yours, but your Bro’s gonna take good care of your useless, pole alright. But 1st I’m gonna make sure your ‘Other assets’ get some love too”, Austin snickered as he dug his index finger into the clean asshole of Roy.

Pure Euphoric Ecstasy shoot through Roy’s whole body, his broad brawn tensing as before he knew it, the deep warm pleasure he got from the ridicule and anal massage was too much.

“Please Don’t Stop, BRUHHH”, Roy screamed out in passion as his eyes rolled to the back of their head as 2 fingers were added to his asshole. The deep itch in his smooth, expanding cunt was enough for him to cum in under 30 seconds of Austin’s actions. 1, to 3, to 5 heavy, creamy ropes shot besides Austin’s head as he did not stop his teasing as he continued. “AHAhaahah, God you’re pathetic. Just a waste of muscle AND manhood if 2 fingers can make you Cum without me wrapping my mouth around your Firehose!~” Austin responded cruelly. Licking Roy’s cock from heavy balls, to the middle of the 10.4 inch shaft. Roy was hiding his face as he felt so FUCking Good right now. Austin’s warm mouth coupled with constant, passionate insertion of his bro’s thick fingers into his ass made him NEED to cum more. The now whimpering, macho jock was broken further as Austin’s cruel words were cut off as he swallowed 5 inches of Roy’s meaty cock before gagging it out.

Slapping Roy’s balls HARD as he increased the taint’s massage more; “Fucking Choking Hazard~ My Meaty, overgrown, Choking Hazard….It’s Okay Roy. I’ll make sure this pole of yours keeps cumming like It deserves,”. Roy’s only response was begging; “dontstop, don’t Stop. Don’t Stop, Austin. Please keep touching my Cock, Pleaseee”. Being met more ball slaps that stung and made his asshole tighten around the now 3 fingers invading his loose cunt as his mind dulled in his blind obedience. Burying his own thoughts of his 1st experience with a man, with Roy trying to assert himself that he wasn’t gay. No matter how much he loved the thick fingers in his ass making his mind numb. Or the bullying that kept his balls fat and full of cum. Or Austin’s licks and gagging that kept him Hard.

Even as Austin swallowed enough loads through his cruel words until they had to shower. Even as they headed back to the dorms where Roy kept playing with himself until his thought came back and asserted he was straight, and that he couldn’t go to that gym again so Austin didn’t corrupt that idea. No matter how much he cried ignored his bro from the revelations he beat out of his cock in tempting denial.

……

The same day as Chapter 1, 1 week after the prologue

Sloan sat besides his grandpa’s husband in the office of the inheritance attorney. Decorated in fancy, hand-me-down formal wear of light oranges and tan browns as Leopold tried keeping himself together in the other seat in a yellow button up and black slacks. Shoulder to shoulder, both men clearly cried a lot in the past few days due to the bags under their eyes, as they studied the attorney in the silence of his office as the much skinnier man read the will they were hear to suffer through.

“Thank you two for coming in, the rest of the Marques estate has been notified of the assets left to them behind the borders of the USA. Such as most of the orchards and trade dealings for your family's liquor. But, since Senior had become a citizen, most of his worldly possessions were left—”, the attorney introduced. Before he was interrupted, side glancing to the older gentleman through his coke-bottle glasses.

“we’re guessing the Lad and I inherited most of everything else?”, Leopold chimed in as he tried patting Sloan. Sloan shied away lightly, too vulnerable to pull away from the only family he had left. “Correct Mr. Marques. Most of the 20 pages detail ownership of various thing left to you two”, their attorney added. Sloan and Leopold's mouths were wide in shock by the amount of property 20 pages could contain, momentarily looking at each other's grief-struck eyes before Sloan responded.

“soo, can you condense for us,....please” Sloan pained out. Being met with a sympathetic mood as the inheritance was read aloud. “To Junior, my second, I leave you almost every worldly possession, save for the things in my bedroom, including the deed to the Honeypit. It’s assets are yours, as you were always more than my grandson….As for my dutiful sl—”, he cut off as he stammered to finish the rest. Leopold’s face sank as he heard the self interruption. “well? What does Pops get from this all, can’t be that bad…”, Sloan jested. Sloan jested. His face shrinking in confusion as Leopold shrank to his chair….in shame?

“for my dutiful ^gag^, slave. Your Master wants you to put our playroom in deep storage when Sloan inherits the Honeypit. Keep or sell whatever you like from any of the blackrooms, our bedroom, your....god….cages???”, the attorney said in indifferent terror. Sloan turned his face to Leopold slowly in revelation that him and his grandpa were also kinky freaks, a connection that shattered whatever parts of his ego mended when he became “just friends” with Ezra.

Leopold looked down in shame as he collected his thoughts, his knuckles tightened; “I should have killed that man when he wrote out our will on our honeymoon drunk on bourbon”.