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And asses! Well-muscled, bubble asses. Perfectly tanned asses. These men were each excellent specimen of both species and gender. A construct, sure, but they were well-constructed.
Zandros and Bruno find each other hot. How could they not? They have fantasy bodies that look at home in a wooded wilderness. Their masculine scents are equally at home in the fresh airy scent of the forest. Each has a musk that helps to drive the other wild. In the woods, they feel wild, ready to give in to their base instincts.
And they have perfect cocks for sucking, a fact they are know finding out. The two muscled wood goblins push aside the obvious middle earth parallels and decide to get down to business. They simply must have each other. Those cocks must be devoured.
There are no words needed as each alpha knows what he must do – just as the other animals pack hunt, groom, and mate – these two must provide sexual sustenance to their forest equal. Both men are there to commune with nature and bring the other to fulfilled ecstasy among the lesser creatures, earth, wind, and water.
They take turns ravaging each other’s bodies and cocks. All other thoughts have emptied from their mind. They are as animals now. Wild. Primal. Doing what is natural.
What did you have in mind, jock?
“I’ve always been a total top in the past, but my boyfriend is vers. He’s been so good about only bottoming with me, but I know he wishes he could still top sometimes too. Could you help me become comfortable with bottoming?
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The party seemed to have everything – acrobats, go-go dancers, even a hypnotist. The young man had never believed he was an easy target, and dismissed his zoning in and out as being distracted. He was busy volunteering and it’s not like he was paying total attention. Every once in a while, he’d hear a line like: “The next pics you see will drive you wild,” where the hypnotist then held up some photos to the young man in front of him. Only hearing the action and not seeing it, Brooks ended up mishearing it as “pecs,” but he didn’t give it too much though. Sure he was dazed here and there, but then a guest would walk by and he’d refocus even as words like “will be your new obsession” could be heard.
It was only a matter of time until he ran into someone though, and soon he had ran into one of his fellow volunteers. Brooks felt like he was suddenly seeing the most magnificent pecs ever, right in front of him.
“Can I help you buddy?,” the muscled hunk said.
“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, buddy, and that’s a big no no given we’re volunteering here. But come on, they want a group pic but in some other underwear we need to change into quick. Some type of paid sponsorship for special pics.
Brooks grew more enamored. It seemed that whether he heard pic or pec, pics or pecs, the similarities were enough to trigger him. It’s why hypnotists are encouraged to come up with unique triggers, but it was too late now. Every time he heard it, he craved those pecs more.
It seemed like the word on the new briefs was coming true. Brooks was addicted.