The Male Whore And The Beasts - 1 - Teaser

AN: This is going to be a new story, a bit more on the crazy side. This guy, Brent, who's a total whore for cock, will finally get all the dick he needs and wants and even extra, when he gets lost in a magical forest, and ends up mating with some horny dudes with animal like features. This first chapter features a half-wolf, the alpha of a pack, but Brent will get dicked by many other beasts. So, expect penis shape variations, knots, cum of different tastes, viscosities and colors, even some dudes with more than one cock, and overall craziness. Plus, Brent is going to give birth to litter after litter of different offspring for his beast lovers, 'cause he's that kind of bitch.

I'm going to publish this story everywhere for free, but as always, the latest chapters will appear first on SubscribeStar. 

For now, here's a snack!

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You’re such a fucking whore. Brent couldn’t say he didn’t agree. He shifted in his place, and the bus hit another bump in the road, making him break into a sweat. The butt plug pushed upwards, hitting him just right. Fuck, these country roads were a blessing in disguise, weren’t they?

His boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend had caught him last night sucking off their 60-something landlord’s fat cock while his 5 sons took turns at wrecking his ass. It was true that he never missed an opportunity to jump on a hard cock. It had been like this since his 21st birthday party when a gang of thugs had caught him trying to buy liquor in the wrong neighborhood and given him dick all night. He had been a virgin, too, so the shock of liking to suck and get his ass rammed by 10-inch cocks had been something. He hadn’t even thought of liking dudes until then. Now, 5 years later, he still thought fondly of that night.

He was kind of a pussy, so when the gang leader had grabbed him and put him on all fours, he had just begged not to get beaten. They had all laughed, then pulled down his neatly pressed kinos. Then, the gang leader had entered his ass from behind, basically getting him a brand new asshole. By the end of the night, he was walking on his hands and knees, licking the last drop of juice from each cock.

Ah, the memories. Brent grunted when the bus hit another pothole. He was so fucking close to come in his pants. He was looking forward to it.

He kind of regretted breaking up with Harry. The guy had a good 12-incher on him. But he was looking for a relationship, commitment, all that. Brent knew that responsible dudes like Harry fell for him because he had such an innocent pretty face for a guy, with his big blue eyes, pouty red lips, and soft blond hair. They never expected a hardcore slut when looking at him for the first time. He was soft spoken, polite, and a real pleasure to be around. Until his pants ended up around his ankles and he ended up sucking off truckers and drug dealers in public restrooms, with a broom stick shoved up his ass as far as it could go.

Ah, fuck, he was going to miss Harry. And now, he was on this trip alone, taking the bus on top of all else. Good thing he had remembered to stuff his ass with that huge butt plug. The road to the so-called magical forest had been a real delight.

The guide invited them to get down, and Brent put a spring in his step to reduce the friction inside his ass. As much as the idea excited him, cumming with all those old people watching wasn’t his idea of fun, mainly because these guys looked like they hadn’t got a hardon in the last ten years. Maybe they could fuck him with their canes. Nah, that would be boring.

“Don’t go off the main path,” the guide warned them. “Strange things have happened here, and I don’t need to go looking for you through the bushes.”

Brent wanted to laugh in the guy’s face. All those elderly people listened to him like they really were fit enough to start running through the forest, with the fat guide on their tail.

He shrugged and lagged behind. What he needed right now was to find a nice bush, play with the butt plug in his ass, and shoot like crazy.

Magical forest, my ass, he thought as he took off from the main path and decided to walk enough so that he could no longer hear the guide’s annoying voice. Not that he cared if he got caught, but he didn’t want to be the guy responsible for causing a series of heart attacks.

Although not magical, the forest seemee pretty nice. Not that Brent was outdoorsy as a general rule. Harry was that. Ah, to think that he could have choked on that 12-incher right now and get a nice warm meal delivered right into his stomach. He shook his head. Harry had been so adamant about not wanting to see him ever again. They hadn’t had farewell sex, either.

That spot had to do. Brent pushed down his pants and clenched his butt cheeks hard. That felt so fucking good, the smooth metal pressing against the walls of his ass. He was gonna shoot so damn hard.

All around him, the forest was silent. There was no chance of older people happening upon his jerking off session.

Brent smirked and took off his pants completely, hanging them over a low branch. Then, he knelt on a patch of moss and reached for the butt plug. Oh, fuck, that thing was huge, but it was so it! He pulled it half way out and then slammed it back in with all his force.

He groaned and his head lolled back. Next time, he’d get an even bigger one. He was moaning like an animal in rut, but he didn’t care. The few birds in the trees had no idea what they were staring at with their tiny beady eyes.

He was about to pull the butt plug out again, when a sound startled him. What the fuck was that? Some kind of growl? Brent pushed himself up to his feet. The brochure didn’t say anything about wild animals, right? He hadn’t read it. It was Harry’s job.

Ah, fuck, he needed to grab his pants. Another growl, this time nearer, made a chill move down his spine. The fuck! Brent just pulled at his pants and risked a look back. What he saw made him froze in place. He shook his head, as a beast like no other rushed toward him. It looked like a man, running on two legs, but his body was really hairy and what the hell were that? Wolf ears?

The beast was barreling toward him, his huge pecs bouncing tightly on a broad chest. Brent felt his mouth going dry at the sight of the big ass nipples. Fuck, idiot, run, he told himself. Maybe he could climb the tree? He grabbed the branch and tried to pull himself up, but he ended on his ass, the broken branch in his hand.

He yelped as the beast was on him. Fuck, that face was clearly human, he realized when he stared into the face of his attacker. It was a handsome man’s face, even, with a strong square jaw, covered in two-day stuble, a straight nose that flared, and hot coal eyes that burned. He opened his mouth to scream again, but he was silenced by an enormous tongue that licked his mouth, then his entire face. It was like a fucking huge puppy!

“The fuck are you?” Brent shouted.

“Bitch in heat,” a sonorous voice cut his words, “obey your alpha!”

“What?!” Brent shouted, and this time, the tongue moved inside his mouth, down his throat, making it impossible to speak.

His legs were forced wide open and rough fingers searched his ass. The creature growled into his mouth while wrenching the butt plug out. Then, Brent realized while he couldn’t scream at all that there was something a lot bigger posed at his slick ass. The creature grunted without pulling out his tongue and continued to fuck Brent’s throat with it, while his cock – it had to be that – made a breach.

Brent felt his eyes rolling in his head from pain and pleasure. Not since that night when the thugs had turned his virgin ass into a slut’s ass, he had felt that kind of intensity. It was blunt, it was big, it had the girth of man’s fist, and it rammed inside him, breaking him apart.

He could hear squelching sounds. The fuck, he had used very little lube when pushing the butt plug inside so that he could still feel that sting and pain that could make him cum just while thinking about it. Yet, the creature’s oversized cock was clearly moving in and out easily, like Brent’s ass was super slick.

It was so fucking pleasant, too. The cock head was so fucking big, it made not only his asshole, but his entire rectum stretch to a point that it felt like it couldn’t go further. And it was deep, too, smashing against him, over and over, and making him spill like that first time when his ass had got fucked, totally unprepared.

The beast looked like he enjoyed it, too, because he howled, tilting his head back, and Brent felt something being pumped up his intestines. Was the creature cumming in his ass? The fuck, he hadn’t even bought him dinner. Not that Brent cared about stuff like that, with his slim figure. Plus, dinner usually meant several cum servings, pumped right into his stomach.

This time, though, the hot serving was being pumped up his ass. Maybe it would reach his stomach, eventually from the other side. Maybe he’d end up puking cum, and that thought was enough to make him cum again, shooting all over himself, and making his body slick. The creature moved on top of him, and Brent could feel all that virile body hair brushing against his skin. He shivered in pleasure, and he was about to ask the guy when he was going to pull out, when the beast spoke again, in that low, manly voice.

“Take my knot, bitch.”

“Um, what? Your knot?”

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Sucking It Up (Prison Island Extra, Mouse's Army Story) - teaser
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AN: This will be the story of Mouse’s life in the army, starting with when the new commander, a certain captain Reynolds, comes to take over. It will have several chapters, I believe, and it will be updated when possible, without preceding important events from In It For Life so that the timeline doesn’t get fucked up.

It will contain a lot of sex stuff and kinks, especially oral, since that’s Mouse’s specialty, but it won’t be limited to it.

 

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“Sucks being in the army, right?” Mouse dragged a long wet line from the base of the delicious cock in front of him up to the tip.

“Sucks a lot less when you suck me off,” the guy replied and kept his hand on top of Mouse’s head, raking his fingers through his hair. He kept it a lot shorter now that he was in the army, and he appreciated the treatment.

This guy he was sucking off right now was called Jordan and came from some northern state where, apparently, they built their men how they built their cars. Mouse took great delight in devouring the thick veiny lollipop in front of him, and the wicked play of his tongue made Jordan groan in pleasure.

“How it’s like?” Jordan asked. The guy had a girlfriend back home and, by what he said, he got blowjobs very rarely. Therefore, he was one of the most grateful of Mouse’s hobby of sucking cock whenever they had a break.

“Do you want to know how it’s like to suck cock?” Mouse asked. He held the throbbing thing by the base and patted his tongue which he had stuck out as much as he could.

“Yeah, you seem to like it a lot.”

Mouse grinned. “Wanna try it?”

Jordan recoiled right away. “No way, I’m not a cocksucker.”

“Then keep your curiosity in check.” Mouse was done talking. He had a task at hand, and Jordan immediately moaned as Mouse took him deep down his throat and began moving his head fast.

One thing with Jordan was how fast he shoot. The guy was pent-up, and Mouse liked pent-up guys because they fed him nice warm cum quickly so that they didn’t risk getting caught.

He stood up and showed Jordan his tongue coated with cum. As expected, the other looked away and seemed ready to bolt. “Thanks for the cum. Now, fuck off,” Mouse said with a roll of the shoulders. He craned his neck to one side, then the other, to work out the kinks. Jordan pushed his cock back into his pants and made a run for it. “Till next time,” Mouse called after him.

He wiped the corners of his mouth carefully. It didn’t serve to be seen by the others, since too many got horny, and Mouse only had one mouth and two hands. He had been asked about giving ass, too, but nah, that wasn’t for them, as much as he missed getting a good hard dicking. That was for Kekko, and maybe Karl, as fucked up as that was. He knew that he’d see them again, one day, even if it was maybe far into the future. He had no idea.

“Roll call,” someone called out and he rushed out of the old warehouse to be present along with the others.

“What’s going on?” he asked one of the guys who were busy forming an organized line, all looking straight ahead.

“We’re getting a new commander, one captain Reynolds,” the guy to his right explained and stopped abruptly. He was a short guy, with small features, and he always made a badge of honor for himself to stay informed. Mouse debated whether the guy would want a blowjob or not for some less known deets on captain Reynolds.

“How is he? Is he going to bust our asses or something?”

“You’re talking to me now?” The guy suddenly ruffled his feathers all of a sudden. “You never talk to me.”

“Looks like I just did.” Mouse looked at the guy, taking advantage that the new commander wasn’t there just yet. “What’s your name? Michael? Mike?”

“Ryan,” the guy replied with a scowl.

“Right,” Mouse said. “How would you like a good old-fashioned suck tonight after dinner, Ryan?”

The guy seemed taken aback by the offer. “Are you making fun of me, Ahab?” He tried to push himself on his heels to seem taller.

“Nope. I never joke about blowjobs. I’m very serious about the topic, just ask anyone.”

Another scowl met his words. “Yeah, you’re blowing anyone but me.”

Mouse took a good look at the guy. He was cute and insecure. So, he slouched to one side and then tipped the guy’s chin. “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

Ryan stared at him and blinked rapidly. Then he blushed to the tip of his ears and swatted Mouse’s hand away. “You’re making fun of me,” he decided.

Mouse chuckled. “Let’s see if you still think the same when you come down my throat tonight. Meet me by the old warehouse. What do you have to lose?”

Ryan didn’t have a chance to reply to that because the line began arranging itself with each soldier taking the mandatory stance and saluting as a man began walking down the line and observing them one by one. Mouse stood straight and allowed himself to spy by the corner of one eye, which didn’t help a lot.

Finally, the new commander stopped in front of him. “Ahab, that’s quite an unusual name.”

Mouse kept silent and just scanned the man in front of him rapidly. He had to be in his late thirties or early forties and was built like a bull. His heavyset frame met a contrast in his eyes, a light blue that seemed to irradiate heat on a weather-beaten face. Mouse wanted to look lower and see what kind of heat the man packed downstairs but didn’t have the guts. Captain Reynolds was completely bald, whether by the whim of fate, or because he didn’t like hair on his head, so Mouse only took after his dark blond eyebrows what kind of body hair he could expect.

“Not much of a talker, I see,” the captain commented and chuckled.

Mouse wanted to say something, but his chance was gone as the captain moved away and stopped in front of Ryan.

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