A New Type Of Content - Prison Island Illustrated

Prison Island will receive a particular type of re-telling that will include illustrations accompanied by text for maximum titillation. These illustrated stories will have a free version and will be published online, but subscribers will get the most perks, as usual.

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 Earning His 'Fuck You' Money - 1 - Teaser (Part Sixth of The Used Boy)

Summary:

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James takes Andy on a business trip and promises him an awesome reward if he can last 6 days without saying 'no'. Once he sees that he could get a car and a lot of money if he does everything James says, Andy's on board.

Of course, there's no such thing as free lunch, and Andy quickly understands that he's going to work hard for that reward. James explains that since he'd been gangbanged already, he's no longer interested in just keeping Andy for himself. So, the deal is that Andy is going to be lent around, to James' business partners, and those guys will pull out all the stops to make sure he's properly used.

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This short story contains various sexual activities, such as unprotected anal sex, oral sex, piss fetish, cum fetish, public humiliation, and other things.

Earning His 'Fuck You' Money will have multiple parts, throughout which Andy is going to get properly used and well beyond his imagination. However, if he goes through it without complaining too much, he's going to earn his 'fuck you' money, and won't have to whore himself out ever again. 

~Teaser~

James had allowed him to sit by Viktor’s side, and the man fed him bite-size morsels from his own plate. Apparently, the personnel at the resort continued to consider him invisible, and he hadn’t been asked if he wanted something or have a plate placed in front of him. But Viktor was generous. Andy accepted everything since he was so hungry, but he stole glances at James and tried to imitate the man’s elegant manner of eating, slowly and measured.

Viktor used any occasion that presented itself to touch him. It was weird to get hard while having a meal, but Andy was starting to feel better and better. He didn’t even understand what was that they were eating since he had never seen fancy foods like that. But it didn’t matter because they were tasty.

In the meantime, James and Viktor talked about boring stuff that Andy tuned out without a second thought. He really hoped that James didn’t think he had a head for business, because he couldn’t be bothered with nothing like that.

“Now, I suppose it’s time to give Andy the treat, right?” James said. “Your choice, Viktor.”

Viktor smiled and waved one of the waiters. Andy listened while pretending to be bored. He didn’t hear everything, but he could swear there was something like ‘dog bowl’ in there.

The mystery cleared, when the waiter came back with a stainless steel bowl that looked like the kind of thing people used to feed their pets. Wasn’t it a bit too late to make him eat his meal from there? He was already full.

The waiter knelt in front of Viktor as the man turned in his chair. Andy watched in shock as the waiter took Viktor’s cock out of his pants and held it delicately above the bowl. Viktor let out a stream of piss with a satisfied groan. Andy grimaced and looked around. There were hardly any other guests still around, since they had arrived a bit late for lunch. No one seemed to notice what was going on.

The waiter placed the full bowl on the ground, then patted Viktor’s cock dry with a white handkerchief and put it back into the pants. Then, he left without giving Andy a look. He was a handsome dude, but everyone at that resort, both men and women, looked like they belonged to fashion magazines and shit like that.

Viktor patted his head. “Go on, drink your fill, boy.”

“Like how?” Andy looked at the full bowl a bit warily.

“You go on all fours, then lean your head and start lapping at it.” Viktor appeared to enjoy being patient with him. “Lick that bowl clean, Andy, and I’ll know that James is not just smitten with you and exaggerating your qualities.”

“That’s sick,” Andy said. “It’s like a lot of piss in there.”

“And you should develop a good palate for it,” Viktor said.

“You must know that Andy reacts well to pecuniary incentives,” James said. “Of course, I warned him that I will trade him for favors during this trip, but he’s just a young punk.”

Andy understood a cue when it was thrown in his direction like that. “Give me a grand and I’ll drink it all, doggy style or whatever.”

Viktor started laughing. “A grand? That’s expensive. I could call the waiter from earlier and have him do the same for no extra cost.”

“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you? It’s me you want to see lapping at your piss like a dog,” Andy pointed out.

Viktor roared and grabbed Andy’s hair to pull him into a hard kiss. “I’ll give you your grand, but let’s make it more interesting. Jerk off above the bowl. Come on, on your knees.”

Andy obeyed. It wasn’t hard to rub one off. With those frat dudes only caring about to get off, he had come very little and needed to unload.

“Make sure,” Viktor said while caressing the back of his neck, “that you don’t make a splash. Are you good at controlling the way you jizz, Andy?”

Fuck, of course shit like that came with strings. He felt his balls tight and was pretty sure that he might just send Viktor’s piss flying out of that bowl when his jizz would hit. So, he slowed down, trying to figure out a way to do it.

“Do you need my help?” Viktor asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” he said.

Viktor moved his hand along Andy’s spine, until it reached his ass. Once there, he began playing with a finger around the hole. How the fuck was that going to help? Andy just couldn’t see how. That only made it worse. Viktor began whispering in his ear. “When it’s near, hold the base. Squeeze hard.”

Andy huffed and grunted. He was already fucking there, edging like fuck. He did as told and Viktor pressed his finger in. Andy watched his cock, expecting a shot, but the cum came through slowly, pouring down his cock and over his fingers. It splashed little as Andy moved to make it drop into the bowl.

Now, it seemed like he had the attention of everyone around. Heads were turned, and interested looks were thrown his way.

“Good boy,” Viktor whispered in his ear and pushed his head down. “Now have your treat and take your time. Ass up in the air. I like a good sight while talking some business.”

Andy leaned over the bowl and began lapping at it. Wait, was he going to have his grand?

~end of teaser~

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Hot Rod - 1 (Ollie/Leon, Prison Island Side Story) - Teaser

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Hot Rod

1.

The string of numbers on the screen were starting to get blurry and very, very boring. Ollie swung his chair back and rolled himself around the office until he bumped into Ned. His colleague grunted and gave him an equally bored look. “What? Wanna go grab a bite?”

Ollie groaned and pressed his linked hands over his head. “We can’t leave until five. The powers that be wouldn’t agree.” He looked out the window, at the workers going about. They were out there, in their dirty tees or wife-beaters, enjoying the sun. And Ollie was enjoying to look, but that was all. He didn’t fuck at work. But what he saw on the construction site, only a few yards away, was enough to give him a semi. Especially the new guy, a huge gorilla with hairy arms. Fuck, how he’d like to get bent over and fucked into the next day by that guy. Like fucking animals.

“Wipe that drool off your chin, Ollie,” Ned teased him and began to clank away furiously as if he worked faster, they’d be allowed to go free earlier. Ollie knew that wasn’t the case, which was why he was in the mood to shoot the breeze instead of following Ned’s example.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” he protested.

Ned stopped for a moment and looked outside. “Looks like a good guy to me. Serious, dedicated. Never complains, never misses work.”

“Yeah, his work ethic makes me so damn hard,” Ollie retorted with a grin.

“You know, you could use a guy like that in your life,” Ned pointed out without tearing his eyes away from his screen.

The gorilla took off his tee and wiped his brow with it. That allowed Ollie the pleasure of watching that big hairy torso twist and turn as the guy continued his demolition work.

“His name is Leon. You should go talk to him,” Ned suggested.

That made Ollie shake off his wide-eyed dreaming. He returned to his desk. “I don’t care what his name is. I don’t fuck where I eat.”

“Suit yourself. He might be interested.”

Ollie scoffed. “Or he could break my neck for asking.”

“You could go subtly about it.”

“I doubt that huge gorilla cares about subtleties. Yeah, I don’t think I want my ass handed to me in a bad way just yet.”

“Yet?”

“Just a figure of speech, you ass,” Ollie replied.

He needed to get back to work and toil over the numbers, and stop drooling over the workers. Still, he looked out the window a couple of more times, while pretending to be busy with his coffee mug. The gorilla turned, and Ollie could swear the dude – Leon, was it? – looked straight at him. That look alone made him shiver, while his little friend swelled in his pants again. The way that guy could break him. Ollie shook his head. “Back to fucking work,” he told himself under his breath.

***

“I’m here for my slip.”

Ollie looked up and his nose flared at the sight. And the smell. Leon the gorilla was standing in front of him, his yellow plastic hat in his hand, staring at him. “Right, right,” he said and searched through the papers on his desk. “Here you go. Good job.”

Fuck, he sounded like a retarded fuck. He tried to keep his eyes away from Leon, but the man really filled a room. And he hadn’t put his t-shirt back on. Ollie was getting a bit dizzy from the scent.

“Thank you,” Leon said primly.

Ollie pulled his hand away fast, when Leon’s calloused fingers brushed over his. “You’re welcome,” he said rigidly and turned toward his screen. “Is there something else?” he asked. Leon was still standing there, unnerving him.

“No,” came the curt reply and Leon eventually turned on his heel to leave.

Ollie looked if only to catch a glimpse of that muscular back but had to snap his head away fast when Leon turned, his hand on the door. Was it possible that Leon could tell Ollie had been eyeing him like a piece of meat for the last days? That would be bad. He had joked about getting a beating from the guy if Leon ever found out what Ollie was getting up to, but it could just as well not be a joke. Hell, Ollie kept his gay cruising away from his workplace, and only Ned knew, Ned who was a loyal friend, but what if others suspected him? Even if he didn’t give Leon the time of the day, if a gorilla like that found out Ollie was a fag, that could be enough reason for him to break a few bones, just for the fun of it.

He needed to be careful around these guys, and maybe stare less. His fingers were frozen on the keyboard until Leon got out of the room.

***

Leon hit the brick wall with all his strength, again and again. That cute guy in accounting was staring at him like he was a filthy animal. Guys like that always looked at guys like him just like that. It had always pissed him off. He had fucked some of them, and they had always willingly choked on his cock given the chance, only to give him the cold shoulder the next day.

This time around, he wouldn’t fuck the cutie in accounting, as much as he needed to get brought down a peg or two. That didn’t mean that Leon wasn’t free to imagine those pouty lips wrapped around his rod, swallowing him to the hilt. Yeah, those pretty eyes would get so fucked up while their owner got cock to last him a year.

He needed this job. So, cutie’s ass in accounting was safe. Leon grabbed his crotch for a moment to will the snake down. Better to take it on those walls instead. And search for a warm hole to fuck, and fast.

***

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In It For Life 

25. – Missing Scene, Karl’s POV

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“Come here,” Morgan ordered.

Karl didn’t move, so Morgan had to walk around the table, grab him by one arm and push him toward the bedroom. His heart began hammering in his chest. So far, Morgan had never crossed the line with him, just kissing him now and then and caressing him as a means to offer comfort. But now, it looked like something else was happening, and Karl didn’t quite well know what to think. Was he supposed to give in? Should he fight back if push came to shove? He didn’t even know what to expect.

Morgan took off his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. When he reached for his belt, Karl looked away. Wouldn’t it feel like he were with his dad? This man was older than him, maybe not as old as to be his dad, but it wasn’t anything like with Cesco or Mouse, and Karl didn’t sleep around.

He watched as Morgan undressed completely without saying a word. The man’s cock hung heavy over a pair of hairy balls. He didn’t say a word as Morgan took him by the hand and then placed it over his dick.

Cesco was in the house next to this one. He was washing away the piss from his hair and probably getting hard while thinking of how Karl took him in the forest like a well-used whore. And he was that, he was a well-used whore, but Karl even liked him like that.

“Get on your knees,” Morgan said softly.

Karl shook his head, although he didn’t remove his hand from Morgan’s cock. It was a hefty thing, not like Cesco’s slim cock, or Mouse’s, long but not too thick. This was a man’s cock, and it felt like it.

“It will make you feel better, not to be in control for a little while,” Morgan insisted, in the same tender voice.

Karl shook his head even more energetically. “I’m not in control anyway.”

“Yes, but it shouldn’t mean that it’s a bad thing all the time.” Morgan caressed his face and his lips. “You would be so good. You have the lips for it.”

Karl moved his head away, but this time, Morgan was firm as he grabbed his chin and made him look into his eyes. “Not all men are like your father.”

“You don’t even know what he did to me.” Karl could barely recognize that hoarse voice as belonging to him.

“I can imagine.”

Karl choked as Morgan stroked his cheeks and kissed him again. Just the thought of someone knowing what means his dad used to humiliate him was enough to send his mind reeling down a spiral. Morgan insisted more with the kiss now and slowly began to push against his shoulders so that he would go down on his knees. At this point, he didn’t even know why he was fighting against it. Morgan broke the kiss only when he was down on the floor. “Karl,” he said softly, “there is nothing he can do to you to make you feel less of a man.”

Karl just held Morgan’s gaze as the silky head was pushed through his lips. How he had to look, opening his mouth like a common whore to allow a man to put his cock inside. He expected to choke on his own misery and humiliation any moment now, but nothing came. Instead, he was only aware of how Morgan caressed his throat, urging him to open his mouth wide and take the hard cock deeper.

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AN - just a little teaser on how Karl gets on his knees for Morgan and gets into the pleasure of sucking a cock. 

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Owned By The Frat House – 2
(The Used Boy – Part Five)

Summary

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Andy gets used properly by the frat boys until he blacks out. He wakes up in the bathroom with Ryan, the new pledge, who's there to take care of him. Andy finds himself attracted to the new guy and teases him into fucking him. However, while he thinks that his adventures with the frat boys are over, Garrett walks into the bathroom.

Ready or not, Andy gets more cock before he manages to get out of the frat house. Things only get complicated when Mr. Torelli makes an appearance. Clearly, his career as a highly paid hooker is over.

At least, that's what he thinks until an expensive car pulls by his side, and he learns that all is not lost.

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This short story contains various sexual activities, such as unprotected anal sex, gangbang situations, anal creampies, sloppy seconds, and so on.

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Fragment

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He was strapped over the table, and cocks were coming and going in his ass, so many times that he had lost count already. After Garrett had told him that there would be more cocks for him, he had been forced in that position, and the next thing, he heard laughter, dudes high-fiving each other, and of course, a cock was at his ass, bottoming out inside. Andy didn’t know who these dudes were and didn’t care. What he did care was that no one was paying him for all this fucking going around.

Someone grabbed him by the hair, and he opened his mouth while keeping his eyes closed. He was so fucking tired already. The new cock pushed through his lips and began to fuck his throat. The only thing he could say for sure was that no one so far proved bigger than Garrett, Dean, and Luke. They were just average, their cum was the same, or he couldn’t tell anymore, and his belly was starting to feel full.

“How many loads we got in him?” Garrett asked.

Someone was writing something on his right ass cheek. “We got to 20,” Luke said. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed something like this. Should we push to 50?”

“Do you have that much cum inside you?” Dean taunted him. “I came thrice. I need to reload.”

Didn’t Andy know it? Dean had fed his ass once and his mouth twice. Luke had just had his fourth in his mouth. Garrett was the only one who hadn’t come for a second time. He liked to keep score, and have Andy wrecked completely for his profession. Andy really hated the asshole’s guts.

Garrett leaned over him. “How’s it going? Do you still want to suck that old man’s shriveled dick?”

“Still,” Andy confirmed when he was given a break by the cock in his mouth so that he could answer.

He could hear Garrett grinding his teeth. “Then have some more, you fucking stupid bitch.”

Andy didn’t get a chance to answer as the impatient cock from before muted him immediately. As much as he knew that he was riling Garrett up by saying he wanted to go with James and suck his old cock, he didn’t want to stop. He wasn’t going to give that fucker the satisfaction. That was out of the question. And Mr. Torelli better kick his son’s ass the moment he found out. Nah, that wouldn’t happen. But Andy was still pissed big time at Garrett and wanted to piss him off in turn, fuck whatever happened.

He couldn’t properly feel his ass anymore, and his throat was sore from so much fucking. At least, not all of that college cum ended in his ass and belly. Some guys were just too horny and jerking off around, spraying his cheeks at both ends, his hair, and everything else. He was starting to get caked in cum, and he didn’t know how to feel about that. Nothing to do but wait for everyone to fuck their fill. Too bad Tyler wasn’t there. He could have used some of the guy’s tender loving after having his ass and mouth turned into cock sleeves like that.

***

There was something wet on his face, and it took him a few good moments to open his eyes and struggle against someone’s hold.

“Easy, dude,” someone whispered. 

Andy blinked a few times and looked around until the sight became steady. He was in a bathroom, under the shower, and there was a dude holding him. He wasn’t that surprised to see Ryan. “What the fuck happened?” he asked.

His throat was so fucking sore. His voice came out raspy. 

“They fucked you senseless,” Ryan said and blushed. 

Andy couldn’t believe the dude could still blush after seeing what he must have seen. “You didn’t come back to fuck me,” he said.

Ryan bit his bottom lip and didn’t look at Andy. “It felt wrong to do it.”

“No shit.” Andy managed a hoarse laugh. “Dude, I wanted you to feel my ass before those fuckers wrecked me. Now, you missed your chance to feel how tight I usually am.”

It was probably from all that fucking that he was talking like that. Without getting paid, he didn’t want to get fucked. Only that he wanted Ryan’s virgin prick in his ass and mouth. After getting railed for hours, that said something. 

“They put you in charge of me?” he asked, seeing how Ryan didn’t say anything.

“Yeah. I have to wash you and put you to bed.”

“What? For real? Don’t they want me back at the party to fuck me some more?” He had survived the gangbang of his life. That counted for something. His ass twitched in need for more. Yeah, he was fucking gone.

“The party’s over,” Ryan said. “It’s morning… 7-8 already.”

“Fuck,” Andy groaned. By now, James had found another boy toy to buy him a fucking car. He covered his eyes. 

Ryan mistook his move for something else. “You know, you could go to the police,” he whispered. “It’s fucking wrong what they did to you.”

Andy removed his hands from his eyes. “I’m not crying about getting fucked. I could have gotten a fucking car. Do you get it? A fucking car. And it was only one dick I had to handle.”

Ryan seemed surprised. “What? Do you mean,” he licked his lips nervously, “you like it?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe his own words. “Those guys… doing you like that?”

Andy shrugged. “Meh, whatever. I’ve had bigger cocks.”

Ryan was staring at him like he was growing another head.

Andy pushed him away and rested his head against the wall. Then, he began to rub his cock slowly. Because of all that rough fucking, he had come very little. Ryan looked like a freaking doll, with his moist lips parted and his wide-eyed eyes. Yeah, he was a virgin, alright.

“My ass is ruined, and my throat hurts, but you can do me if you want,” he said. “Either way.”

Ryan shook his head, panicked, by the looks of it. “I can’t.” 

Andy looked at the guy’s cock. He was just as naked, and his cock was hard. “Why? Your dick says you wanna fuck me.”

Ryan moved to lean against the sink. “That doesn’t make it right.”

Andy rubbed his face and eyes. His short hooker career was over, anyway. There was no way he would go back to it, not with a wrecked ass like that. As farewell, he would give this virgin boy a freebie. He pushed himself up and winced at the sensation of cum pouring out of his ass, down the inside of his thighs. Ryan hadn’t probably gotten around to wash him there. 

He stood in front of the other and pinched his cheek. “Fuck me, virgin boy. These dudes won’t accept you in their stupid frat if you don’t fuck me.”

“They can’t know if I did or not,” Ryan protested.

Andy muted that all with a kiss. He couldn’t remember ever wanted to kiss a boy like this, but he wanted to kiss Ryan. That was enough, because Ryan began to kiss back and moan while moving his hands down on Andy’s back and caressing his butt. 

Andy moved on all fours on the floor. “Come on, stick it in. It’s full of cum, but you didn’t wash it, so it’s on you if you don’t like it.”

Ryan mumbled something and just moved behind Andy. Andy groaned as Ryan pushed inside. His ass was swollen and puffy, and he basically felt everything a lot more than usual. He had no idea that was possible. He was supposed to be sick of getting dicked by now. Ryan’s cock felt good, moving in and out.

He heard the guy’s breath getting harsher. “The fuck, already?”

The answer was his hips getting grabbed, and a new fresh coat of cum painting the inside of his asshole.

Ryan stood up abruptly. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled and ran out of the bathroom, just like that.

Andy shrugged and pulled himself up. He wasn’t going to take a shower. He was going to take a long bath.

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End of fragment

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 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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