Jason wasn’t about to tell the guy intending to rape him that he wasn’t special, that he was just manipulating him and using him - no, that didn’t seem like a good idea at all. The only thing he did was moan out as he felt the man’s cock slipping into his virgin cunt. Arthur seemed to take it easy on him at first, until Jason made the mistake of trying to refuse him and then Arthur pulled him back on his cock, making Jason take half of his cock in one quick motion. Jason gasped out at the feeling, the way that Arthur stretched him open. “Please, sir…” Jason begged, but the man didn’t show him any mercy. He was openly enjoying this, even going so far as to plan to fuck him again when Daisy was asleep. “FUCK!” Jason cursed loudly as he felt Arthur slamming all the way in - he was rough about it, refusing to give him any sort of mercy even for his first time. “You’re too big…” He’d never felt anything like it, he’d never experienced being so full of something before. 

“I’m only too big because I’m your first cock. The harder I pound you, the easier you’ll take me.” It was a lie. Arthur knew he was big: bigger than most men, and bigger than most black men at that. His cock was thick as a beer can, with an uncut head that kept threatening to punch a hole in Jason’s gut from the heavy thrusting. Still, he wasn’t planning on changing any time soon, and not for some kid that was in his house uninvited. He pressed his hand down on Jason’s lower back to force his body into an arch, just as he slammed himself hard into his ass. Arthur’s other hand found itself into the boy’s hair and pulled, if only to make the curve in his body greater. “How many loads you think it’d take me to fill you up, Jason? Is one enough, or is your cunt so hungry it needs all the nut it can get?”

“Yeah? I like the sound of that. All the men will be able to follow the trail of cum to add more loads to my ass.” Dylan was so fucking worked up by this point; this younger man knew exactly how to turn him on. It was crazy that a guy half his age could be such an alpha like this. He felt the man’s piss spray out of his hole as he shot his load, feeling like a total slut right there in the bathroom. He could feel Brock holding onto him as he began to shoot his seed inside of him, driving Dylan even crazier with lust. “FUCKIN’ BREED MY HOLE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs so that anyone that walked past could hear him whoring himself out for this younger man. He moaned out like a slut as he felt Brock pumping his seed into him, all whilst Dylan made his own mess.

As big as the man was, Brock knew he would be able to pound his hole a new one. He’d be sore in the morning, but it was worth it to take the man’s body weight on him and force him to marvel at the kid breeding him from above. “LOUDER DYLAN! The cops who deserve a turn on your ass aren’t even on your radar yet!!” He boasts as he keeps pumping him full, holding his legs against his head to ensure the added wave of intensity to it. It felt like a full five minutes passed before he finally let the man drop to the floor, and straddled himself onto his lap. “Holy fuck.” Brock mutters as he collapses onto his chest, and moves in close for a greedy kiss. “You fucking reek, man. They’re gonna need to power wash the walls with bleach to get rid of the smell in here.” He boasts as he sits up on Dylan’s lap. He ruts himself all over his leaking cock and playfully teases his chest as he tries to look for something to wipe himself of. “Did you like how I turned you out, stud? Feel good to have some kid half your age bitched out on his cock?”

The man’s balls were pumping out quite the load, all whilst Grady was continuing to lazily pump into him, clearly making sure that every drop was inside of him. Jason felt used and dirty but… he was turned on and still very much attracted to this man. All Jason could do was lie in the puddle of his own cum as Grady toyed with him, kept him pinned down and smacking his cheeks. A part of Jason felt a little offended when Grady said that it wasn’t worth it; having his ass raped like that should have been worth it. It was silly that he thought that considering how much he’d fought against the man cheating on his wife. He looked up as Grady walked around in front of him and squatted down, his thick cock dripping cum right in Jason’s face. “Yes, we could have done better,” he admitted. Fuck it, he thought - they were already too far gone by this point, he was tired of pretending like he didn’t want this. “Maybe we should have a second attempt?”

Grady almost felt bad for the kid. Jason had gotten the breeding of his lifetime, and he looked an even bigger mess on the outside. His seed was dripping off him like sludge, a feat of both Grady’s and his own virile skill. The man should have pitied Jason enough to at least let him clean up. But, truth be told? Seeing him in his living room this fucked out was making his cock swell a second time. And hearing him actually suggest a second attempt? He grew to full mast in record time, his dick head bopping the boy on the nose. “You’re that big a slut for my cock, faggot? You were all worried about me cheating on my wife, and now you’re asking me to do it again?” Grady laughs and moves closer just wiggle his hips and cause his cock to bob against Jason’s face. “If your hope is for me to fuck you long enough for my wife to catch us, I should warn you she’s gone for the whole weekend. No way you’d last that long with me before realizing the truth.”

it had been a long day at work and jason didn’t feel like cooking anything. sure, there were leftovers in the fridge but he didn’t want that, either. he wasn’t about to starve himself so he figured it would have to be delivery. it was then he remembered about the place his friend told him about. apparently, whenever you order, you get a free girl to go along with your meal. the idea of pizza and a hot girl in his lap didn’t sound like a bad way to wind down. so, he picked up the phone and put in his order. he even put in his specific order for the kind of girl he wanted. apparently, they had just the person to send him. he grinned on his end of the phone and thanked them before hanging up and going to change into something more ‘comfortable’.

It was a strange first day, to say the least. Amelia was eager to start her first real job (even if it was a part-time delivery gig.) She was eager to make her own income to afford her future dream, and the place seemed perfect. Too perfect, but she didn’t know that yet. Her first clue should have been her uniform. The shirt was tight on her (a size smaller than she requested, not that she knew,) so it felt more like a crop top than a real shirt. She didn’t know why she had to wear a skirt, but she wished it reached at least her knees! Her pajamas gave her more coverage than this. Still, a job was a job. She rode her bike to the client’s address, praying the wind didn’t blow her skirt up as she rode it, and made her way up to the door. “Delivery! Food here for a mister..?“ Amelia read the bag and suddenly realized she didn’t know who she was supposed to hand the food to. The person was a total stranger to her. Something the restaurant ensured for the sake of anonymity. She only had an address and an order to fulfill.