Dirty Betrayal

A gay story: Dirty Betrayal Author’s Note: This story has been rewritten.

Tom had just finished cooking dinner when he heard the front door open. He grabbed a beer can from the fridge and walked into the living room. Hunter spread his big legs on the sofa and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He had a slightly tense expression, which meant he had a stressful day at work.

“Thanks,” said Hunter in a deep tone, grabbing the beer can and taking a large sip.

“How was your day?” asked Tom, turning on Hunter’s favorite sports channel and sitting down on the floor.

“Not too bad. Just a lot of work,” said Hunter casually, staring at the flat screen.

Tom quickly removed Hunter’s dress shoes and black socks, and started rubbing his feet. He felt the familiar sweaty, manly steam emanate from Hunter’s big soles, and his partner released a deep breath of relaxation.

That was a common ritual in their relationship. Tom always came home from work and cooked dinner, and an hour later Hunter arrived. He brought him a beer and gave him a foot massage, and if Hunter was in the mood, he would also receive a blowjob. It all started with dominant gestures, choking and rough sex, and it slowly turned into casual, daily domination.

“Good news for Evan, though. He got a promotion,” said Hunter while crossing his legs on the coffee table for easier access.

“Really? Good for him. I’ll congratulate him later,” replied Tom while using his knuckles to massage the tired soles, and then sliding his fingers between the toes.

Tom and Evan had been friends since high school. Evan worked for the same company where Hunter was the manager. At first, he felt slightly jealous of Hunter being in the same building as Evan every day, but he learned to accept it. There were good-looking guys everywhere, anyway, and Hunter happened to be a big, muscular hunk who attracted people everywhere he went.

“Would you like a blowjob?” asked Tom, feeling surprisingly horny. After a while, his hands hurt.

Hunter didn’t move his eyes from the TV screen.

“Sure, buddy. Do your duty,” he said while scratching his beard.

Tom kneeled between his thick thighs and reached for his belt. Hunter’s fat cock flopped out of his musky underwear and his large, low-hanging nuts rested on the couch.

Tom sucked on his soft shaft eagerly, tasting the cock sweat he was acquainted with. Hunter’s natural scent was quite masculine, and he preferred it that way, savoring the intimacy inside his underwear. He massaged the soft meat with his mouth, patiently waiting for it to grow.

When it finally happened, he started to choke a little. Hunter’s size stretched his jaw and throat easily. He felt a hand on his head and suddenly he was being throatfucked. Hunter kept watching the flat screen as he banged Tom’s throat, releasing low, rumbling sounds as Tom gagged on his hard prick.

Tom’s dick was rock-hard inside his pants. He enjoyed being used. He wanted to be fucked hard right there. He had an infinite appetite for Hunter’s sex.

“Use me,” confessed Tom.

“Yeah? You want me to use you?” provoked Hunter, with a lewd smirk.

“Yes, please break me,” begged Tom.

“Do you even know what that means?” asked Hunter while slapping Tom’s face with his cock.

Tom sucked on the heavy balls and moaned something.

“Careful what you wish for,” whispered Hunter.

Tom didn’t know exactly what he wanted. But saying those things always turned him on. Asking Hunter to use and abuse him always set a fire in his chest. He wanted Hunter to know that he was completely devoted to him – desperate to serve and give him more pleasure.

“I’d do anything for you,” said Tom as he sucked Hunter’s balls.

“Yeah? Anything to give me pleasure?” asked Hunter.

“Yes, please, whatever you want,” replied Tom.

“Whatever I want?” Hunter placed his fingers on his chin playfully and thought to himself. “What if I fuck another guy?” he provoked.

“Fuck…” Tom felt his dick. The idea scared him, but he went along. “Anything you want, sir…”

“Anything I want? Careful, Tommy…” provoked Hunter. He grabbed Tom’s head with both hands and pounded his mouth nonstop.

Later that night, while Hunter took a steaming shower, Tom grabbed his phone and called Evan. A handsome blond’s photo appeared on the screen.

“Hello?” said a warm voice.

“Hey, congratulations on the promotion!” said Tom playfully.

“Oh, thank you!” Evan laughed on the other end.

“You deserve it, Evan. Should we celebrate?”

“Well, I’m coming to your place tomorrow!”

“What?” asked Tom.

“Hunter didn’t tell you? Well, since he’s our manager, we’ll be working closely from now on, and he asked if I could come and help him with the next project.”

“Oh… really? Okay, that makes sense, I guess,” said Tom slowly.

“Is that okay, Tom? Am I crossing a boundary?”

Tom took two seconds to answer. Somehow that revelation made his heart beat faster. Evan in their apartment, working with dominant Hunter? He felt a slight tingle of jealousy, but a hot one. What was happening to him?

“That’s fine, don’t worry,” said Tom. “So you’re showing up tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow evening. Hunter said he likes to work in his home office,” replied Evan, sounding slightly confused.

“He does. He usually takes care of projects during the weekend, once in a while. It’s more comfortable here,” explained Tom.

“Yes, he told me that. Are you really okay with that?”

“Don’t worry, Evan. Feel free to use our apartment as you wish,” replied Tom eagerly. “And my boyfriend,” he added playfully.

Evan chuckled nervously on the other side.

“I’m glad you’re open-minded,” said Evan.

“Yes… oh, and prepare to be bossed around. You know Hunter.”

“I can’t wait,” Evan chuckled.

“Okay! See you tomorrow, bye!”

“See you soon, bye.”

Tom stared at the ceiling. He could feel his heavy heartbeats. Maybe he was imagining things…

The next day, Tom left the apartment alone for an evening workout at the gym. He always spent two hours exercising and Hunter would sometimes join him. He was slightly toned and smaller than Hunter, and he intended to stay that way. Hunter enjoyed his fat butt and natural torso, so he mostly focused on maintaining those proportions.

He thought of Hunter and Evan alone in the home office. At that point, Evan had probably arrived. He imagined the two sitting close to each other, becoming more and more friendly every minute.

He tried to concentrate on his workout and forgot about things for an hour. The loud music influenced his mood and he suddenly felt energized. He looked at his sweaty body in the mirror and became horny, desiring Hunter, wanting to be fucked. He left the gym an hour earlier.

As soon as he entered the apartment, he noticed an energy in the air. He walked through the corridor and saw that the office was lit but empty. Papers and a laptop were left on the desk. Suddenly he heard a muffled sound – a wet, dirty noise, and he slowly walked toward the bedroom.

The door was closed, but there was a warm light coming from the crack. He stood in front of the door panel, leaning his head, and the sound became more clear. It was definitely the sound of dirty cock sucking, and the moans and grunts coming from two different throats painted the image of what was happening: Evan was deepthroating Hunter’s cock. Their sounds of pleasure were painfully recognizable, especially when Hunter released a loud, throaty sound of satisfaction.

Tom felt his entire body burn. The shock electrified his body and he couldn’t move. He stood there, pressing his ear against the door and hearing every detail. Clear images assaulted his head: he could see Evan kneeling between Hunter’s thighs, eagerly sucking on his partner’s hard prick and creating lewd suction noises. Hunter had a satisfied smirk on his face as his member was being serviced.

“Fuck yeah, swallow that cock,” said Hunter.

Evan moaned and choked in response. The slurping noise became faster and more aggressive. Evan was moving his mouth around Hunter’s shaft almost like a fuck machine, slurping and sucking louder and louder. The sound was vulgar and unhinged, but Hunter answered with deep grunts.

Tom’s chest burned and his face was in flames. Slowly his mind realized what was happening, and he felt a need to stop listening and walk away, but something deeper held him in place.

The sucking turned into mouth fucking. He heard the sound of Hunter’s big balls slap against his friend’s chin, as his partner started to ravage Evan’s mouth, breathing heavily and making Evan moan loudly.

The sound of the passionate throat fucking echoed in Tom’s brain and shattered his ego slowly. At that moment he realized he wasn’t special. He admitted the unspoken truth: Hunter could have anybody he wanted. Hunter never needed him, and yet he fell for him for so many years and served him eagerly, committing to that man like a good housewife. Cooking for him, cleaning after him, ironing his clothes, massaging his feet every single day.

“I wanna fuck you real hard until he hears us,” said Hunter.

Evan groaned and Tom could hear a few rough movements. Tom heard them lie on the bed, and a dumb moan came out of Evan’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Sit on it, babe. Sit down on that big cock.”

It didn’t take long until Tom started hearing the pounding. The images assaulted his head and he couldn’t control them anymore. He saw Hunter lying on the bed, his legs spread and his hands around Evan’s waist. Evan squatted on him, taking every inch of Hunter’s immense prick. Hunter grabbed Evan’s waist hard and ravaged his hole, making his fat balls clap against Evan’s toned ass cheeks.

The noise was loud and vulgar: a crystal-clear soundscape of betrayal. The bed was squeaking with every intense thrust. The headboard was smashed against the wall. Their bodies clapped louder and louder, creating the most vulgar thunders. They wanted Tom to hear it. They wanted him to find out.

Tom finally looked down and saw a throbbing tent. He hadn’t noticed his erection. The sight and the sensation shocked him. Something broke inside him. As the sounds of sex intensified and became faster, his dick throbbed more and more.

What was happening to him? He searched for an answer inside his shattered mind, but he only found a strange and dark horniness. A deep, unspoken feeling took hold of him.

He couldn’t resist anymore. He grabbed his bulge and silently rubbed himself to the sounds of the thunderous sex. Some part of him felt somehow glad that at least someone was enjoying this – Hunter seemed to be enjoying it a lot. He heard Hunter’s throaty sounds of hot pleasure. He didn’t want to touch himself, but he couldn’t resist anymore.

“Tom! Do you hear that, Tom?!” Hunter shouted proudly. “Are you there? Fuck! I want you to hear this!”

The bed squeaked louder and the sex turned into a crazy, loud banging.

“Come in, Tommy! Come in. Come watch me fuck him.”

Hunter sounded feral and intense. Tom stroked harder and almost came in his pants. He heard Hunter slap Evan’s ass cheeks several times.

“Come in, Tommy! Watch me fuck, Tommy!”

Tom finally gave in and opened the door. The real image fucked his mind. Their bodies were gleaming in the warm light, toned and sweaty – a glorious painting of the most heartbreaking degree. Evan looked perfect on top of him, as if they were destined for each other. Hunter’s face lit up and he grinned at Tom, and kept powerfucking Evan.

Tom touched himself to it. Hunter smirked and chuckled. Evan had an expression that said both “I’m sorry” and “This is too hot”.

“I knew it,” he said while staring at Tom’s crotch. “I knew you were a cuck. Are you happy now?”

Tom couldn’t say anything. Tears ran down his face. He kept rubbing himself to the beautiful sight of Hunter’s fat schlong sliding in and out of Evan’s ass.

“Are you happy, Tom?” asked Hunter.

Tom opened his mouth but no words came out of it. Hunter kept pounding and thrusting harder into his friend’s pink asshole.

“I know you are… I know you are…” whispered Hunter, accelerating and finally bursting into a deep orgasm.

His masculine voice echoed in the apartment – a victorious shout of pleasure. Tom could almost hear the jets of semen being shot into Evan’s buttocks. That was possibly the best orgasm Hunter had in years – it was obvious by the indecent look of success on his face. His wet schlong came out of Evan’s ass with a loud pop.

“Come here, now!” he commanded loudly.

Tom approached the bed and Hunter grabbed his arms and threw him on the bed.

“Come on, Evan, give him a treat,” said Hunter.

Evan moaned and sat on Tom’s face.

“Eat up, fucker,” said Hunter. “Open your mouth and eat up.”

Evan’s pink asshole opened and Tom couldn’t help but suck on it. He swallowed every drop – the manly flavor of alpha semen, the warm fuck juices, the mixture of sweaty sex.

He knew there was no turning back. He was humiliated, and yet his dick throbbed pathetically inside his pants. Hunter slapped it a few times and chuckled.

“Come on, Tommy. You asked me to break you,” said Hunter. “Now show me how much you love this.”

Hunter practically dragged Tom out of the bed, making him kneel in front of him. He waved his feet in his face.

“Kiss my fucking feet,” he commanded.

Tom whimpered pathetically. He didn’t even want to think anymore. There was no point in resisting at that moment. He was weak in front of the man he worshiped the most.

He kissed his feet repeatedly, from sole to sole. Hunter chuckled and slapped Evan’s buttocks as Tom cleaned the sweat and dirt on his soles and sucked on his toes. At that moment, he felt a new fire inside his chest, and he suddenly looked up at the god above him and worshiped his power.

He admired Hunter and massaged his feet and muscular calves with his tongue. His strong body shined with sweat and the warm light made his juicy muscles look all glorious. Tom was somehow mesmerized.

He stayed in that position for a long while, as Hunter smirked and rubbed his soles in his face, with Evan lying by his side massaging his muscles. Hunter smacked his face with his right foot and nodded approvingly.

“Fuck yeah. Learn your place,” he said.

Hunter grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a sip, and then gave it to Evan. Judging by their expressions, they were both pretty high.

“He looks cute down there,” said Evan warmly.

“Yeah, he’s a good boy, isn’t he?” said Hunter. “Hey, Tommy. Take your clothes off.”

Tom blinked a few times, and slowly took off his shirt. Hunter nodded approvingly and encouraged him to remove the rest. Tom’s dick throbbed in the air; a thin rope of precum oozed out of the tip.

Hunter grabbed him by the hair and shoved the bottle of whiskey in his face, and forced him to drink.

“Come on, bitch boy,” he encouraged, as Tom choked and tried to take a few sips. “More… keep going…”

Tom felt the liquid ran through his body and slowly intoxicate his mind. He sat there on the floor and silently kissed Hunter’s sole, waiting and trying to process what was happening in his mind.

Hunter grabbed Evan by the hair and made him suck on his hardening cock again. His thick member became fully erect, ready for round two. Hunter looked at Tom, an evil glint in his eyes, and smirked lewdly.

“I’m kinda hungry,” Hunter yawned, as Evan choked on his dong. “Make me a sandwich, Tommy. Come on, hurry up.”

Tom woke up from his foot worshipping trance and slowly walked out of the bedroom. He could not believe that was happening. As he entered the kitchen and started preparing Hunter’s favorite ham sandwich, he heard the noises intensifying in the distance. All of a sudden, the loud clapping started all over again.

Tom stood there naked in the kitchen, noticing the way his dick twiched uncontrollably as the sex sounds became louder and louder. His hands were shaking, and he decide to open the fridge and make some lemonade as well, and then patiently waited until Hunter finished fucking.

Sometime later, he entered the bedroom and served Hunter. Evan lay flat by his side, panting with exhaustion, his butt cheeks all spread and red, his hole red and stretched out, and he had a stupid expression, as if he had never been fucked that hard before. Hunter grabbed the sandwich and the glass of lemonade from Tom’s hand and gestured toward the floor.

“Kneel and jerk off,” he commanded.

Tom could not help but obey. His felt his heart race again, as he fell to the ground and started touching himself. His eyes ran over Hunter’s glorious sweaty body and he edged himself as his partner lay comfortably on the bed. Hunter smirked as he chewed, then grabbed Evan by the hair and shoved his sweaty cock in his friend’s mouth again. Evan blinked and choked like a pathetic plaything, and suddenly Tom lost control and felt the orgasm come out. His seed spurted out of his dick and fell on the floor, as Hunter observed every movement with a satisfied grin.

The next morning, Hunter was the first one to get out of bed. He entered the bathroom and took a cold shower. Meanwhile, Tom sat on the sweaty bed and stared at the wall. Evan had left late at night, and Hunter had finally pulled Tom onto the bed and they slept drunkenly for a while.

Tom got out of bed and decided to make breakfast. As he cooked the eggs in silence, he received a message from Evan.

“I’m sorry for last night.”

He took a minute to reply. His heart raced and his erection twiched in secret.

“It’s fine.”

He served Hunter on the dinner table, and ate his bacon in silence. Hunter stared at him and suddenly winked. He looked annoyingly hot. There was a new energy in his body. His juicy, red arms pulsed in the air and his wide chest bulged proudly.

“You were a good boy yesterday,” said Hunter.

“You fucked me up,” replied Tom. He remembered how shocked he felt.

“I know, but I’m glad you’re still here,” said Hunter in a serious tone. His eyes pierced Tom’s. “Do you wanna know what I really think?”

“Go ahead,” said Tom carefully.

“I knew you were a cuck. The way you enjoy seeing me interact with other guys at the gym; the way you allow friends to come in and talk to me; the way you allowed your hottest friend to come here and tempt me. You wanted this somehow.”

“I did not want to be betrayed,” replied Tom.

“But you wanted me to fuck him,” said Hunter.

Tom didn’t answer. He felt his face blush and his dick twitched inside his pants. There was a silent tension between them. Hunter’s eyes glinted and he nodded slowly.

“I knew it,” he provoked.

Tom felt a little angry. He tried to reflect on his feelings. Hunter knew him more than he had asked for. Part of him wanted Hunter all to himself, so he could serve and worship him forever, but he knew better. He knew Hunter was an insufferable stud – an alpha male, waiting to fuck and conquer everything around him. Somehow he knew that day would come.

“Say it, Tommy,” insisted Hunter.

“Say what?”

“Admit you’re a cuck.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Admit you want to see me fuck Evan. Admit you want to see my big, strong, sweaty body on top of him. Admit that makes your dick throb,” pressed Hunter.

“Hunter…”

“Say it.”

Tom took a deep breath. He knew Hunter was testing him. He knew his partner well enough to see it in his eyes and posture. Hunter was analyzing him; looking for answers; trying to push his limits and see how far he would go.

“I’m a cuck,” whispered Tom.

Hunter stood up and approached Tom. He grabbed Tom’s head with both hands and shoved his big thumb in his mouth. He slapped Tom’s face gently and smirked.

“I’m glad we’re being honest with each other,” Hunter whispered in Tom’s ear. “I’m gonna fuck Evan again and you’re gonna watch and worship me. Sounds good?”

“Fuck… Hunter, please…” moaned Tom.

“I fuck. You watch. Is that what you want?” provoked Hunter. He slapped Tom’s face impatiently when he didn’t answer. “Say it. Is that what you want, cuck?”

“Yes, sir. Please… fuck him as many times as you want,” confessed Tom. His dick twitched uncontrollably.

“Why?” inquired Hunter.

“Because… because you deserve it. You deserve the pleasure. You deserve the power. I want to be your cuck,” said Tom finally.

“Good boy,” sang Hunter. He forced Tom to get on his knees, then dropped his shorts and his cock jumped out and slapped Tom in the face. “Let’s seal the deal.”

Tom opened his mouth and accepted Hunter’s cock. Hunter grabbed his head and facefucked him like never before. He made Tom drool and tear up as he banged his throat passionately. He shot a big load down Tom’s throat and finally smirked proudly.

The next day, Hunter invited Evan to drink and watch the game.

Evan wore tight shorts that exposed his thighs and accentuated his toned ass. Tom noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his ass slightly higgled as he walked. His red skin contrasted with his blond hair and it was clear he had spent some time at the beach.

Evan sat next to Hunter on the large couch. The game had just started and Hunter quickly snapped his fingers at Tom and ordered a cold beer. Tom hurried to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles from the freezer.

When he walked back into the living room, Evan was already gagging on Hunter’s cock. His partner sat comfortably with his big legs spread wide, and his friend lay on the side and worked the throbbing erection. Hunter grabbed the beers from his hand and ignored him for a long while, watching the game and getting his cock serviced. Tom sat on the armchair and felt his face blush as his partner ignored him and gulped down both beers.

Hunter wore cargo shorts and white tank tops that did a poor job of covering his muscular and hairy torso. His armpit hair sprawled out of each side and released his musk into the room.

“More beer, Tommy,” Hunter snapped casually as he forced Evan to go down further on his cock.

Tom went back and forth several times during the entire game, bringing more beer, more ice and more snacks. Hunter became more and more comfortable, removing his flip flops and spreading his legs on the coffee table. When Tom was distracted watching the TV, Hunter snapped at him and pointed to his feet.

“Massage my big dogs. Come on, hurry up,” he said confidently.

Tom kneeled in front of the coffee table, and grabbed his sweaty feet. They were slightly dirty from a walk at the park earlier, but that didn’t stop Hunter from wiggling his toes in front of Tom’s.

Tom gave him a long and comfy massage, as Evan slurped and worshipped the big dick. They both serviced Hunter like a king.

“He’s quickly learning his place,” said Hunter.

“Good for him. Glurk…” said Evan with the cock in his mouth.

Tom grabbed Hunter’s feet harder and gave him a proper foot rub. Hunter’s soles were pretty sweaty, and he had a few calluses that Tom tried to work on by rubbing them with his knuckles. Then he slid his fingers between the toes and spread them for a while, provoking a sight of relaxation.

“He’s good at this. He does that all the time?” asked Evan.

“Yep. Every single day. I come back from work and he drops everything to give me a foot rub,” Hunter chuckled. “It’s his nature, I guess…”

“Tom is very open-minded,” observed Evan as he kissed Hunter’s balls.

“Yeah… he’s even willing to watch us fuck again,” continued Hunter, prompting Tom to blush intensely.

The game ended some time later, and Hunter fucked Evan’s throat harder and chugged another beer to celebrate his team’s victory.

Hunter kicked Tom aside and stood up, and guided Evan to the bedroom. He then whistled and waved his head so Tom would follow him. In the bedroom, he grabbed Evan by the shoulders and threw him on the bed. They removed each other’s shorts and underwear as Tom sat in the corner and quietly watched – his dick pulsed inside his pants.

Hunter lay comfortably on his back and spread his legs and arms and received a wet blowjob. He winked at Tom and grabbed Evan’s head as he facefucked him proudly. The way he quickly controlled Evan and dominated him was natural and impressive. Evan seemed hypnotized by that body and gaze – he slurped Hunter’s prick up and down and looked up at him, waiting for approval. Hunter used the power of his muscular legs and hips to fuck Evan’s throat shamelessly.

Hunter mumbled and whispered filthy things in Evan’s ear. He slapped his buttocks and suddenly Evan crouched over his big lap. Hunter’s fat schlong pulsed and pointed at Evan’s hole aggressively.

Evan sat down slowly and his sexy butt swallowed every inch of Hunter’s shaft. Tom gasped to himself.

“Hell yeah, sit on that pole. That feels good,” said Hunter.

Evan jumped up and down on Hunter’s cock, and Hunter thrust up and down into Evan’s ass. They fucked each other powerfully. Their bodies clapped and created vulgar wet sounds that echoed on the walls. Their sex was aggressive and primal.

Tom quietly looked at Hunter’s big dirty feet and wished he was sucking on them. His partner turned his friend around and made him lie on his belly, and smashed him from behind. He pounded and massaged Evan’s hole while saying dirty things in his ear. His chicken eggs bounced up and down with every thrust and his hairy ass cheeks jiggled and clapped – they looked so juicy and sweaty in the warm bedroom light.

“Take that big fucking cock, you slut,” said Hunter, possessed by power.

Tom tried to decide between focusing on Hunter’s big bouncing balls or staring at his fat jiggling butt. He had to admit Hunter looked the hottest fucking another guy. His entire body looked juicy and perfect, now that he had the privilege to sit back and watch every detail and every movement. He suddenly felt the urge to crawl and kiss every inch of Hunter’s body.

Evan stood on all fours and let Hunter powerfuck him from behind. His red skin shined with sweat as he was ravaged like a dirty animal.

After a while, Hunter looked back at Tom and snapped his fingers.

“Cuck, on your knees. Show some respect,” he commanded with a threatening gaze.

In a trance, Tom crawled onto the carpeted floor and kneeled by the side of the bed, savoring every detail right in front of him.

Hunter pounded Evan harder this time, pinning his waist against the bed. Every thrust forced Evan to pant and moan.

Evan grunted in pleasure, as he received the hardest pounding of his life. He was fucked for a long while, as Hunter roared, possessed on top of him. Tom tried to adjust his erection inside his shorts, but his partner looked at him with a threatening gaze, and he just kneeled there and watched in silence. Hunter winked and nodded in approval.

“Take it! Take it! Fuuuck!” Hunter shouted all of a sudden.

He finally came, thrusting hard with every jet of semen deposited into Evan’s ass. The intense smacking seemed to send Evan over the edge and he was suddenly also cumming and twitching around Hunter’s cock.

Tom watched in awe as Hunter fell on top of his friend, groaning and enjoying every second of his manly orgasm, his sweaty flesh glistening in the warm room. When he was finally done, he lay on the side and his cock came out of Evan’s hole with an audible pop. He gestured toward the used hole and snapped his fingers.

As Evan lay on his stomach completely exhausted, Tom crawled between his legs and started sucking his red hole. He slowly gulped every drop of fuck slime that came out of the stretched-out pucker. When he was done, Hunter noticed and pointed at his shiny cock, and didn’t have to say a word.

Tom promptly polished Hunter’s schlong and cleaned every inch. Hunter shoved his sweaty balls in his face; he kissed and sucked on them in a haze of submission. Hunter grabbed his hair and pushed him down. Tom sucked his taint and prompted him to gasp in pleasure. He massaged Hunter’s hairy taint for a few minutes.

“That’s it, boy. Get cleaning,” said Hunter.

Hunter held one leg up in the air and presented his sweaty ass crack. He smirked and that was all the encouragement Tom needed. Tom moaned and lapped Hunter’s hairy asshole – it had an irresistible masculine taste.

“What do you say, bitch?” asked Hunter.

“T-thank you, sir…” moaned Tom. “Thank you for the privilege.”

He licked and sucked Hunter’s perfect asshole like never before. He realized how privileged he was to taste Hunter’s sweat, and slowly moved his face up and down the manly asscrack.

Hunter slapped his face and chuckled. He grabbed him by the hair and forced him to lick his sweaty pecs. Tom whined and lapped the sweat off the warm flesh.

“Good boy… keep going,” mumbled Hunter.

He shoved Tom’s face into his musky armpits, and told him to clean every drop. Tom rolled his eyes in pleasure and sucked them carefully. The incredible manly flavor was hard to bear. He moaned like a bitch in heat and prompted more laughs. After a good thirty minutes, Hunter’s armpits were fresh and shiny. He smacked Tom’s face gently and pointed at his feet.

“Back to my feet, chump,” provoked Hunter.

Tom jumped like a pup and licked his soles clean. His partner smirked and placed his hands behind his back, as he sucked between the toes. Tom enjoyed polishing the sweaty feet and even massaging the calluses with his tongue. The soles were so large and sexy, they made him feel weaker.

“Fuck, I need to piss,” said Hunter all of a sudden. “What do you think, Tom?”

“What?” mumbled Tom with a foot in his mouth.

“Can you take my load?” asked Hunter.

“I… uhm… what do you mean?” asked Tom with a big toe between his lips.

Hunter stood up and pushed Tom into the bathroom. Evan followed them with a smirk.

“It’s time for your beer, buddy,” said Hunter, forcing Tom to get on his knees. “Come on, open up.”

Hunter flopped his fat semi-hard in front of Tom’s face and nodded suggestively.

“What? Please, sir…” moaned Tom.

“Come on, buddy. You’ve come this far. Don’t act all tough now,” encouraged Hunter. “Open your little mouth,” he ordered, and slapped his beer belly loudly. “You’ve come this far, and now it’s time to accept it. Swallow your pride and swallow my piss.”

“Fuck yeah… do it… it’s your big chance, Tom,” pressed Evan, standing behind Hunter and massaging his shoulders with both hands.

“Swallow my piss, cuck,” sang Hunter. “Come on, I know you want it…”

Tom felt his face burn and his heart race. He knew what was coming, and there was no turning back. Hunter was pushing his limits harder than he expected. If he swallowed his piss, they would never be equal again. There was a part of him that wanted to shout “Please, no! Stop provoking me!”, and another deeper part that moaned “Please, sir, piss in my mouth. Please, please, please! I’m your bitch!” – he felt the first jet hit his throat and accepted his fate.

He gulped and gulped Hunter’s steaming beer piss. A tear rolled down his cheeks, but he could not stop swallowing – it was so hot. Hunter’s juice tasted surprisingly good and smelled so masculine, he could not believe his luck.

“Fuck yeah, swallow my piss. Swallow my fucking piss, cuck,” sang Hunter.

Hunter towered over him in his muscular glory, as Evan eagerly massaged his wide shoulders. The piss jet increased in size and velocity, and Tom struggled to swallow more, but not a single drop was wasted.

Hunter caressed his hair and released a deep breath of relaxation as he unloaded his entire bladder down his throat, second by second, pissing more and more beer down his throat. Hunter looked almost proud. He shot the last few jets and patted him warmly.

“Good pup… you’re a pro,” he said as the last drop was swallowed.

Hunter grabbed his hair and forced him to bob on his cock, grunting warmly and patting him on the cheek, slapping his face approvingly with his cock and facefucking him some more. Tom looked up at him and quietly admired his handsome smug face.

Later that day, when Evan had left, they took a hot shower together, rubbing each other with soap. Hunter bit his neck, slapped his butt cheeks and whispered filthy things in his ear. Tom felt owned.

“That’s only the beginning,” said Hunter. “I’m gonna have fun fucking as many holes as I want.”

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