Danny's 9 inch adventures

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Part 7:

Training went well the next day. Despite his worries that he wouldn’t be up to the job, Dan was playing well. He could tell the coach was impressed. Despite being fiercely tackled at one point by Max and hitting the ground with an unceremonious crunch, he'd managed to score two trys and complete a conversion. Connor was also playing well and, although still not on close terms, the two were beginning to forge some relationships with the established players.
In the bar after practise, the two lads were very pleased with themselves. Connor over-shared about his threesome with the blondes and Dan revealed how he had fucked one of Max's girlfriends. It was a shame that Max was around. He was the only thing spoiling their new job and new life from being perfect.

Later that night, Connor headed out early, doused in his sexiest aftershave and ready to meet up with one of the blondes from the other night. Dan was a bit disappointed to be having a night in but decided that he could probably do with an early night anyway.
Around 7pm, Max came out of his room and stared rudely at Dan, lying on the sofa,
'Aren't you going out tonight?'
'No, why?'
'I've got a girl coming round – was hoping to have the place to myself.'
If it was Connor talking, Dan would have been happy to head out for the evening but this was Max and he felt no obligation to help him get laid. He wondered if Max was meeting up with the same girl he'd fucked senseless the day before.
'Hot girl? What's she like?'
Max quickly warmed to the conversation, a chance to boast about his abilities.
'Yeah man, gorgeous! Big-titted blonde called Candice. She's fucking filthy. Dirtiest girl I've ever eet with. Always brings a bag of toys with her. Absolutely no boundaries!'
Dan was a little jealous that Max had pulled another girl but also a little relieved that it wasn't Lyndsey coming round. Feeling a small twinge of guilt, he said,
'Well what time's she coming round? I'll head into my room and watch a movie on the laptop with my headphones.'
'Thanks man. About 8pm.'
Dan wondered if maybe he and Connor, and Max had just got off to a bad start. They were on the same team together – it'd be good if they all got along. He was only going to watch a film anyway, so why not do it in his room rather than on the sofa. Besides, with his headphones in, he wouldn’t have to listen to them shagging while he was getting nothing.

About half an hour later, Dan was just opening another beer as Max's phone started to ring.
'What's up, Sis? ...Manchester Airport?! You gotta be kidding... But I've got plans... Can't mum and dad - ...well okay, I'll leave in a minute.'
'Problem?' asked Dan in as friendly way as he could.
'My little sister. She's been on holiday and her lift home's cancelled. She needs me to pick her up from Manchester airport.'
'Jeez, that's quite a way!'
'Tell me about it! Five hour round trip if I'm lucky. Damn it!'
He was back on his phone.
'Hey Candice, it's Max. Listen, I'm gonna have to cancel tonight. I hope you get this message before you start getting ready and stuff but it's a bit of a family emergency. Hope we can re-arrange. Call me tomorrow.'
Dan looked at Max and could tell he was annoyed. He would be as well.
'Well I guess I'm not the only loser going without pussy tonight then.'
And, with that, he picked up his car keys and left the apartment.
Dan could have done without the parting comment. He was trying his best to like Max, but remarks like that just pinned him out as a wanker. He opened another beer, stretched out his tired legs on the sofa and flicked on the television.

When the doorbell rang, Dan thought nothing of it but got to his feet and opened the door. In the doorway stood a girl who could only be Candice. She had massive perky tits, long blonde hair, a tight navy blue dress, a pretty large bag, and a cute but naughty face that said: filthy slut.
Dan grinned, he was already tempted to get one over on Max and could feel his dick twitching inside his jeans. He shot her his best smile and flexed his bicep slightly as he gripped the door.
'Hey, are you Candice? I'm Dan. Max has left for the night I'm afraid.'
'Seriously? That's too bad. We had a fun night planned.'
'Sorry 'bout that. D'you fancy a drink before you head home?'
He smiled again and he could tell she melted a little inside. She followed him into the apartment and he knew that he'd have her knickers off in less than an hour.

'I like fun too you know,' he grinned as he passed her a glass of wine.
She smiled, but with a strange doubtful look.
'I'm not sure you'd be up for the kind of fun that I had a mind.'
Dan raised an eyebrow.
'I can't believe that,' then added, 'I'm pretty much up for anything. What's in the bag?'
She licked her lips slowly as she looked at him. He could tell she was tempted. Why was she being so coy?
'The thing is,' she started, then paused, looking across his muscular frame, 'you're a great-looking guy but I tend to take charge.'
Dan's mouth opened a little in surprise but he tried to play it cool as she continued to explain,
'In fact, I'm usually totally in charge. That's what my bags for. Handcuffs, blindfolds... stuff like that.'
He'd underestimated just how filthy she was and now he could feel his dick throbbing with urgent desire. But at the same time, a little panic set in. He loved a bit of kink but was getting the impression she was into more than a bit!
'Well as I said, I'm pretty much up for anything if you are.'
She laughed, sexily, but clearly not believing him.
'I'm not sure you know what you'd be letting yourself in for. My other "stuff" as I called it is actually pretty extreme. You ever been spanked or whipped? Or been with a girl wearing a strapon?'
She could tell by his open mouth that he hadn't. She downed the rest of her wine with a smile and said, 'I better be going.'

He was still uncertain but this was now or never. He took her by the wrist and grinned,
'You know, I'm always in control. But that doesn't mean I'm not up for something new. I wanna experience everything in life. And right now... I wanna experience it with you.'
'Positive?' she smiled, so damned sexily.
'Hell yeah!'
'Well I need to get changed then. Can I use your bathroom? Perhaps you should change too... fancy getting in your rugby kit?'
She smiled again and Dan wanted to push her to the floor and fuck her right there. But instead he grinned back,
'Sure, bathroom's there. My room's on the left. I'll be waiting...'
 

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He stood as calmly as he could until she disappeared into the bathroom with her bag. Then he ran into his room, half-excited, half-terrified for the first time since losing his virginity. He pulled his casual clothes off and got a fresh set of his Wasps rugby kit from his draw. He pulled on a jockstrap, forcing his semi-erect cock inside, then pulled on the tight black shorts and the rugby shirt. He threw himself to the floor and quickly did fifty press-ups to get his body looking good. Inspecting himself in the full length mirror that stood opposite his bed, he grabbed the front of his shorts and laughed at his reflection, 'Nice work, Danny-boy'.

He heard the bathroom door open and leaned back on his chest of drawers, looking as relaxed as possible. She appeared in his room like a fantasy from a porn film, a crotchless, cupless, black latex outfit, clinging to her gorgeous body, showing off her squeezable tits and her shaven cunt. His dick strained against the jockstap. He wanted to pounce on her but knew that this night he had to let her take the lead.
She walked towards the foot of the bed, dropping her back of tricks on the floor. Then looked at him and said, 'Get over here, rugby boy.'
He loved her domineering style and did as he was told.
'Strip.'
He peeled of the rugby shirt, pulled down his shorts and kicked them across the room. She looked over his body. It was huge, hard, and muscular, like a carving in a mountainside.
'Bend over the bed.'

Dan did as he was told, his face pressing into the duvet as his firm arse raised in the air, framed by the black elastic of his jockstrap. Suddenly he felt a sharp, wide stick and heard a loud slap as she brought down a wooden paddle hard against his left buttock.
A loud, pleasured grunt burst from his mouth, followed by another as she brought the paddle down against his other buttock.
'Jesus baby!'
'Having second thoughts?'
'Fuck no. Go for it!'
He felt his body sizzle with pleasure as the small pains ran thrillingly through his body, starting where the wood met his bare arse and racing down his thighs and up his back and across his shoulders. When she told him to get to his feet, he faced her with his dick pounding against his jockstrap. She grinned and told him to take them off. As he bent forward to do so, his dick slapped hard and loud against his abs. He straightened up and now it was her turn to look surprised. He looked at his reflection in the mirror again and grinned at his huge cock.
She bent down but instead of getting straight to the business of sucking him off, she pulled another item from her bag. She held a small riding crop, and ran the tip along the underside of his cock extremely slowly, before bringing it down with a just bearable sting on his bellend. He gasped sharply with enjoyment and she ran the tip of the riding crop across his body, tracing the outline of his bulging muscles and whipping him slightly on his waist or his thighs and once across his back. It felt strange and amazing. And then she got onto her knees with Dan ready for some more conventional sex in the shape of a blow job. He wasn't quite expecting it when she ordered, 'Now fuck my mouth big boy,' but did as he was told, grabbing her head and grinding his hips back and forth as she gripped his arse and he filled her filthy mouth with his nine inches.

She reached across to her bag again, removing a string of beads. As Dan fucked her face aggressively, she began to push each bead, one by one, into his arse. Feeling the first one enter him, he stopped momentarily but it felt fine, and wanting to appear cool with whatever else was going to happen that night, continued to drill his cock into her slut's mouth. Soon, the string of beads was only a short thin cord hanging from between his legs.
'Now fuck me.'
Pleased he was getting to do something he was more used to, he threw her back on the bed, gripped her wrists in his hands and fucked her like crazy. Her dominance had got him wound up and excited and now it was his turn to show his power. She screamed with pleasure as his dick drove into her like a bulldozer, smashing away and bringing her to orgasm. As he pounded away, she reached around him and slowly tugged on the cord.
'Wow!'
The beads popped out one by one, each time, sending a massive thrill through his body. As the last one emerged he shouted with delight and burst out laughing.

They rolled around the bed and he got her on her front, in one of his favourite positions, this time facing the mirror so he could watch himself at work. He unzipped the front of her latex outfit and buried his face in her tits as he pounded away, then looked into the mirror, roared like a tiger and fucked her even harder.

He loved watching himself and it was perhaps because of this that he failed to notice the slightly different appearance of his full-length mirror. Half way down on either side of the mirror, two screws held the glass in the wooden frame. Usually bare screws, they were now protected by small, clear plastic globes. One of these was simply a piece of translucent plastic. The other was an expensive and tiny camera, sending information to a electronic box on the other side of the wall, hidden behind the cupboard in the lounge, which transmitted a very clear picture of the events in Dan's room ten metres across the apartment to Max's laptop.

'Come on my tits!' she ordered, panting for breath.
Dan pulled out, sat astride her hot body and pumped his thick white sex all over her chest. At her insistence, he slowly massaged it into her succulent flesh, then – again at her insistence – lowered his mouth to her nipples and sucked and bit before giving his attention to the other. He could taste the faintness of stickiness and salt on his tongue but ignored what he didn't like and focussed on her beautiful tits...
 

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Momentary disappointment that the night might be over quickly passed when she ordered him to sit back against the frame of the bed. He did as he was told, his flaccid penis flopping between his thighs.
'You're a powerful fucker, aren't you,' she purred as she handcuffed his wrists to either side of the frame, 'but now it's my turn again. Ready?'
'Definitely!'
Dan was loving the turn the evening had taken. It was a bit unusual but it was incredibly sexy and no-one would ever know.

Candice tied a blindfold over his eyes and he wondered what was coming next. His query was answered by a sharp pain biting into his nipple. He cried out in pain at the peg being attached but the pain quickly subsided into a warm flood of energy and he moaned with pleasure as his cock jerked awake again. He winced and exhaled with desire as his other nipple was pegged. She kissed him slowly and passionately and, as she pulled away, he felt another nip as she snapped a peg onto his balls sack. He felt his scrotum contract with surprise as two more pegs were attached but the blood was pumping hard to his dick and he realised the pleasure that could be had from a little pain.

'Do you like chocolate fingers?'
He laughed at the bizarre question and agreed. Suddenly she was pressing one between his lips. He could feel the chocolate melting in his mouth. He snarled suddenly to turn her on and bit it from between her fingers, chewing and swallowing it, before grinning blindly at her.
The next chocolate finger didn't go between his lips but was pressed against his tight arsehole. He exclaimed in surprise, then relaxed as it entered his body.
'Just easing you in gently,' she whispered soothingly before sliding the biscuit out, wiping the melting chocolate over his cock and licking it off, 'Mmm, I think you're ready.'

There was a pause of about a minute, during which time Dan tried to decipher the sounds that were reaching him out of the blackness. When the blindfold was removed he blinked several times. Partly from the contrasting bright light and partly to process the image before him.
Candice was now completely and beautifully naked, except for a large strapon dildo secured around her waist and protruding from her pussy.
She smiled as she removed the pegs from his body, then uncuffed him, then order him onto all fours. He was more unsure about this than anything tonight. But he'd got this far and it had been incredible so why not...

He did as he was told and her head dived between his buttocks, teasing his arsehole with her tongue then pressing inside. She poured oil down his spine, between his legs and massage a finger inside him, then pressed the tip of the dildo against his hole. Facing the mirror, he closed his eyes as he felt the cold hard silicone press against him. Suddenly she pushed inside, forcing her way through his nervous barriers and sending a pain from his butt to his mouth that emerged as an almost girly squeal, followed by a higher pitched than usual, 'Fuck!!!'
'You okay there, rugby boy?' she asked joyfully.
Getting his breath back and calming his breathing, he began to reply,
'Yeah, sure, just wasn't expecting it to feel so huge – Whoa!!'
Pleasure rushed through his body as she hit his hotspot, he felt his dick thicken and start tapping against his stomach with increasing urgency and lust.
'That's right rugby boy, enjoy it!'

She continued to fuck him, rhythmically and with some gentleness, all the time driving Dan in a thunderous ecstasy. He moaned and grunted and howled as each stroke brought a different pleasure. This increased as she suddenly pulled his hair with one hand and slapped one of his big arse cheeks with the other, just as he'd done to hundred of girls in the doggy position.
He looked into the mirror and grinned at himself. He couldn't believe he was doing this, let alone enjoying it. Guys didn't know what they were missing... but he certainly wouldn't be telling them on a night out!

The dildo pumped in and out of his arse and slowly she guided his body backwards until he was squatting on the bed, his hands either side of her, and she beneath and behind him, thrusting into him in a similar way to the reverse cowgirl position Dan loved so much. She grabbed his large throbbing balls and, looking into the mirror, he could see the large dildo stretching his arsehole open, exploring insistently inside him, emerging to show how his hole contracting tightly around the fake bellend, then pushing back in.

Balancing on his left hand, he raised his right arm, flexed the bicep for his reflection, then gave it a kiss. Sweat was dripping down his body and he was turned on more than he had been for ages and in the dirtiest way he thought imaginable. He gripped his enormous cock and began to work himself into a frenzy. The dildo inside felt amazing and he wanked away hard and fast. The girl was screaming with pleasure too, squeezing his balls and telling him to come all over his amazing chest.
A loud, primal growl ripped from his throat as thick ropes of creamy cum burst from the end of his cock and splattered his chest. He put his right hand back down on the bed to steady himself as he remained squatting on the bed, his dick now flopping off and swinging like a pendulum between his legs. She pushed him gently forward onto his knees, the dildo still inserted fully into him. She ran her hands over his throbbing muscular arms, then his thighs, then up his abs, slowly gathering up the sticky cum into her fingers.
'One final experience,' she uttered seductively, and placed her slippery fingers to his lips. He took them into his mouth like an animal, licking and sucking up his own cream with a slapping and smacking noise from his hunger lips.

They showered and she left.

Across town, Max began drinking another pint, smugly imagining what he'd find on his laptop if his plan had worked. It was time to bring that prick down a rung or two. He wouldn't go back yet. He'd give Dan plenty of time with the prozzy he'd paid so much money for.

Returning to his room, steam still rising from his body after the shower, Dan kneeled on the bed, naked in front of his mirror. He inspected his body, flexing his muscles proudly.
'You're the fucking man, Danny boy!'
He laid back, flicked off the light and began to sleep. His shadowy body still watched by the tiny electronic eye.
 

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Part 8:

The following evening, oblivious to his S&M scandal that was hidden in Max's laptop, waiting like a time bomb to explode and destroy his career, Dan went out on the pull with Connor.
Connor was particularly upbeat having spent the day at a photoshoot. As part of Wasps' commitment to charity work, all new players did an interview with a magazine to promote cancer awareness. Dan hadn't heard anything about his own interview yet but Connor had enjoyed a glitzy day in London at the offices of Cosmopolitan, being treated like a celebrity. He'd said the interview was simple stuff: interests, what he looks for in a women (he'd said her eyes, but he'd actually thought a cracking body and easiness), what he's thinking about his professional debut match, that sort of thing. Then he showed some of the photos from the shoot. He didn't know which was going to be used but, Dan had to agree, he looked amazing in all of them. Stripped down to a pair of tiny tight white Calvin Klein boxers, Connor had pulled different poses for the camera and looked like a hairy Greek god.
"I'm gonna get so much pussy when this magazine comes out," he laughed, "look at my knob!"
Dan looked again and noticed how, in all the photos, Connor's big thick cock could be seen clearly through his boxers. It wasn't just a large bulge, it was a clear outline of the shaft, head and balls, and he looked enormous. Dan hoped his own photoshoot turned out equally well whenever it was his turn.

Sitting in a bar, they shared a few beers and discussed their match debut in two days time. They'd been training like beasts for a fortnight now. Their bodies were pretty much reaching the peak of perfection but they ached like fuckers at the end of each practice session. The two lads were excited, proud, but also nervous, desperate to make a good debut impression but aware they had to work as a team and that any selfish showboating could have a disastrous effect.
Their attention pretty soon swung round to the different girls in the bar. They drank and rated the passing girls, swapping stories of similar girls they'd fucked in the past.
It took forty minutes for something truly interesting to appear: two tall girls, both in short black dresses, fashionably cropped hair, nice pert tits – just a handful rather than a faceload, slim bodies, and juicy looking arses.
"Jesus, I could make those two come like no man before me," grinned Connor, whistling softly under his breath.
Dan was also entranced, "Hell yeah, I reckon I could make 'em both squirt."
Connor raised an eyebrow at Dan's subtle one-upmanship.
"You reckon?" he mocked, jokingly.
"You've seen me in action," countered Dan with a smug smile.
"Sounds like you're setting up a bit of a challenge, Danny boy."
"Maybe I am."
The two handsome rugby players looked back at the two hot girls, felt their dicks twitch in anticipation, and looked back at each other.
"First to make them both squirt," challenged Connor.
"Deal," responded Dan confidently, "and the forfeit?"
The two lads thought to themselves; they were mates so it couldn’t be too extreme but it had to clearly signal one as the man and the other as the humiliated loser. Connor thought to himself and remembered a funny one from two years ago at uni,
"How about a big tin of treacle over the head?"
They both grinned and agreed.
"Okay," confirmed Dan, "we take them back and take a turn on each. Once I've made one squirt, you've only got five minutes before I can take yours off you and do the same again."
Connor laughed at Dan's over-confidence, always a big mistake in a rugby challenge, then suggested they book a hotel room. After a quick use of lastminute.com, it was time to actually hook their prey.

Like animals in the jungle, the lads moved in on the girls from either side. Each girl saw a handsome face, one saw blond hair and a square clean shaven jaw, the other saw dark hair and masculine stubble. The dark one's stubble led down to a shadow of hair in the unbuttoned triangle of his shirt and the girl let her eyes trace the curve of his pectorals and biceps through the material. The blond one had one extra button undone and the girl could see the cleft between the powerful muscles of his chest. She imagined kissing her way across those two prairies of strength and manliness. As the men leant in with a drink for the girl they'd set their eyes on, each girl felt a warm, strong hand on her arm, an electrifying shiver rushing up her body.
"Hi."
And that was all each boy needed to say. The girls were caught and pretty soon the four were in a taxi heading for the swanky hotel that had been booked.

Five minutes from the hotel, the lads saw an all night supermarket and remembered the forfeit. Laughing, Connor told the taxi to pull over, Dan jumped out and ran into the supermarket. Grabbing two bottle of champagne, and two large tins of black treacle, he made his way to the tills. Feeling his phone vibrate, he brought it to his ear,
"See you there, loser!" he heard Connor laughing.
Looking out of the front window of the shop, he saw Connor grinning and giving two thumbs up as the taxi sped away, providing him with a head start on Dan.
"Wanker!" he exclaimed, laughing at his mates cheekiness.

Connor lay shirtless on one of the double beds in the luxurious room. The two beautiful girls, stripped by now to their underwear – tiny wisps of white and black silk – lay either side of his massive frame. As he kissed them, one at a time, they ran their delicate hands over his chest, running their fingertips through the dark hair of his torso, then leaning down to lick or kiss his nipples. Their fingers fought over the buttons of his jeans, feeling his hard cock forcing against the denim. They pulled his jeans down and off, eating up his huge muscular legs with their lustful eyes. Their hands crept up his strong calves and squeezed his enormous thighs, enjoying the silky smooth bristles against the palms of their hands, as they made their way towards his waist.
He wore bright red Calvin Kleins briefs and his rock hard cock was pushing urgently upwards in a bid for freedom. He grinned at the girls' impressed faces and felt a thrill rush through his body as each girl hooked a finger under the waistband and began to tug down the tight briefs, slowly revealing the thick pulsing shaft of his cock until the waistband moved over the head, sending his cock bouncing back with a slap against his abs before returning forward to sit at a ninety degree angle. The girls' mouths fell open with desire before lunging forth to kiss and lick the huge thickness.
Wanting to keep them eager and gagging for it, he picked the girls up and swung his body round, sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor, and a girl straddling each of his legs. He could feel their cunts pressed desperately against his thighs through their silk thongs. As they ran their hands all over his muscles, he unhooked and removed their bras, taking their tits one by one into this hungry mouth. They stroked his long chunky dick, caressed his large balls, and felt their pussies grow wetter.
He felt like a king and grinned broadly as the lock on the door clicked and Dan finally arrived, framed in the door way and gutted to see how far Connor had already got. He couldn’t help but stare at the great thick eight incher rearing up majestically between the two girls.
"Alright mate, sorry we didn't wait!"
He picked the girls up, swung them round and replaced them across his legs so they were now facing Dan.
Standing, holding a carrier bag full of champagne and treacle, he felt himself harden at the sight of the girls' gorgeous bouncy looking tits. He could see a slight glimmer of Connor saliva on their nipples and felt incredible jealous. Wanting to redress the situation, he pulled the two bottles of champagne from the bag and let it fall to the ground as he held both bottles under his strong arm, ripped off the foil and popped the corks across the room then, holding one in each hand, spread his arms wide and asked,
"Champagne ladies?"
He was pleased to see how quickly they jumped from Connor's hairy legs and ran towards him. Left naked and alone on the bed, Connor no longer looked quite so impressive. But he acted calm, leant back with his hands on the bed, spread his legs a little further to show off his goods, and waited.

As the girls grasped a bottle each, Dan stood between them and slowly removed his shirt. Although not as muscular as Connor, he was still incredibly well built and his waxed chest revealed its sculpted muscles more than Connor's dark jungle of hair.
Kicking off his shoes, he dropped his jeans and stood before the girls in a pair of sparkling gold silk boxer shorts. Connor laughed at his mate's typically garish choice of underwear and, as the girls looked back at him, stroked his exposed cock temptingly. But Dan was one step ahead, moving his hand over the front of the shorts to press the thin silk over his long cock.
"What d'you think girls – goldmember?"
They laughed at the enormous outline and allowed him to lead them both to the free double bed. He sat facing Connor as he enjoyed his own turn with the two girls. As they kissed him and he hardened fully, creating a large shining tent in the silk shorts, he unbuttoned the waistband, letting the boxers fall open and unleashing his massive cock. The dark one had been massive but both girls instantly noticed that this blond hunk was even bigger, both longer and thicker.
"Oh wow!"
"That's the biggest one I've ever seen!"
Dan grinned across to Connor who was failing to conceal his slight jealousy at Dan's all-important extra inch.
"Ready for the challenge then?"
 

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Inwardly pleased with Dan's over-confidence, knowing it would make the sight of him covered in thick black treacle even more humiliating, Connor stood up, took charge of one of the girls and let battle commence.
Their muscles and stamina well honed after weeks of training, the lads fucked like machines. The girls screamed loudly with pleasure and surprise as Connor and Dan pounded away, their muscles rippling and their waists pumping back and forth like engine pistons. The huge dicks stretched the two tight pussies aggressively, smashing through the delicate red folds of flesh and filling the girls with sheer manly force. Pulling them into different positions, the guys treated the girls like slutty princesses: trying to give them the best pleasure they could but handling them roughly and showing who was boss. Hung like horses, they grunted like cavemen as they plunged into the girls, fucking, screwing, and hammering away as hard and as fast as they could.
Dan looked across to Connor and saw his mate was working as hard as he was. By the sounds of the bitch screaming beneath him she was enjoying it as much as his girl was as well. He got his girl on all fours, gripped her waist firmly and started to drill away as quickly as he could. Suddenly her body shuddered violently and the bed sheets were soaking wet. Dan pumped his fist with joy as the girl flopped onto the wet sheets with exhaustion. Connor was looking across, gutted. Dan made a show of stroking his huge, sopping wet cock before nodding at the clock,
"Five minutes to make your mark and then we swap over!"
Connor didn’t say a word but resumed his urgent, powerful fucking. The girl was screaming louder than ever but no squirting yet. He wasn't going to lose to Dan. He swung himself onto his back, and pulled the girl on top of him. She sat straddling his thick dick and he pulled her back against his powerfu chest, pumping his waist with all his might so he smashed inside her deeper than before.

Laughing at his mate's effort, Dan left his girl panting on the bed and walked over to watch the shagging. He looked at Connor's cock ramming away, then up at his hands, gripping the girl's lovely tits.
"One minute, mate..."
He couldn’t wait to take this girl off Connor's hands and give her an even better time. He stepped forward, nearer to the sweating, coupling bodies. As he did so, Connor moved his right hand from the girl's redly tweaked nipple and strummed on the lips of her cunt. Suddenly, his dick, flipped out of her pussy and she went off like a fire hydrant. The torrent of juices cascaded through the air. Dan only had time to open his mouth in disbelief as the tsunami hit him full in the face. Connor whooped with joy as he watched his cheeky mate getting a pussy soaking.
He leapt from the bed, grinning broadly at Dan's shock and disappointment.
"That's how to do it mate. She's all yours."
He looked down with elation to see that his mate had flopped off after his surprise shower. As he passed him on the way to the other bed, he gripped Dan's soft floppy cock in his hands and squeezed tauntingly,
"I hope you can get that back up for round two!"

With Dan still standing in shock, he released his grip and dived on top of his new prey. She'd got her breath back and was all wound up and ready to go. As eight inches drove inside her like a bulldozer, she squealed with delight. Dan looked down at his limp cock then across to his new girl, lying exhausted on the bed. He was in trouble.
Ploughing away at the hot slim body beneath him, Connor raised himself up on his hands and rhythmically slammed himself inside the girl's tight cunt. With every jolt of his waist he grunted with effort and the girl convulsed with pleasure and gave an exclamation of sheer ecstasy. He looked across at Dan whose mammoth cock had finally reawakened but was still getting no more than a slow blow job from the girl.
"Hey mate," he shouted across to the other bed, "I hope you're ready for a good treacling!"
And to make his point about how well he was doing, he slammed away more aggressively, raising the girl's cries to a jubilant shout.

Dan, his face still dripping with the girl's juices and realising he had nothing left to lose, threw the girl on her back and plunged his face into her pussy. Ignoring the fact that Connor's big knob had been here only minutes ago, he did his best work with his tongue. He circled the entrance, darted inside, pressed the tip against her salty walls, and moved his pleasuring tongue rapidly from side to side and up and down. He felt her start to tremble. Connor was still looking across, amused by the sight of Dan's mouth in the same place his dick had just triumphed when the girl gave a scream and once more doused Dan's face with her wet joys.
"No, fucking way!"
But Dan wasn't finished. He had a point to prove. Raising himself on his knees, he pulled the girl towards him, wrapped her legs around his waist, rammed his nine inches all the way inside her and, grunting with sheer effort, jackhammered her until she was speechless. Suddenly an animal screech burst from her throat and she squirted for a third time that evening, splashing her ecstasy all over Dan's rippling abs.
He let the girl slump to the bed and grinned across at Connor who had frozen mid-fuck and was watching with a look of horror on his face.
"No – fucking – way!" he repeated.

At Dan's insistence, Connor got sullenly off the bed and kneeled down. Finding his jeans on the floor, Dan pulled out his mobile and waggled it in front of Connor's face with a grin. He flicked the lids off the tins of treacle and told the girls what to do. As he sat on the bed in front of Connor, he grinned at his mate,
"C'mon man, give us a flex like you did in your photoshoot."
Aware that he was about to be totally humiliated in front of the two girls, and doubly aware that Dan was going to be filming it, he thought he might as well look his best, so raised his arms and flexed his enormous biceps. They bulged like rocks as the girls stood behind him and poured the thick black treacle over his head. It landed thickly in his carefully styled hair and ran, sticky and viscous, across his handsome face and down his ripped, hairy chest. Dan grinned as his mobile filmed the treacle sliding all down Connor's body, gathering around his pubes before engulfing his cock which was still sticking out erect, unfulfilled, and blackened. Dan got up and circled Connor to get a view of everything. He'd noticed earlier how, unlike himself, Connor had obviously kept his speedos on when on holiday and his arse was significantly paler than the rest of his body. He watched, grinning from ear to ear, as the treacle slithered down his spine like a thick black snake and made its way between the firm white bubbles of his butt.
"Hey girls, I think he deserves a spank for not giving you what you deserved."
The girls giggled and simultaneously slapped a buttock each. Dan caught the look of Connor's annoyance and pain on camera, then circled round again to record a small handprint glowing redly on each cheek. Facing Connor once more, he grinned across to the girls,
"So ladies, whose got the biggest and the best cock?"
Standing either side of Connor, his huge proud frame smothered with sticky treacle as he knelt like a loser on the floor, the girls squealed back,
"You, Danny! Yours is the best!"

As Connor headed, frustrated to the shower, Dan nodded to one of the girls to follow him, not wanting to ruin his mate's night completely. And for the next half hour they finished off fucking, Dan on the bed and Connor in the shower, before empting their heavy throbbing balls over their girl.

In the taxi on the way home, both men were exhausted. Training and fucking had taken its toll and they both couldn't wait to get in their own bed for a long, long sleep. As they neared the apartment, Dan felt his phone vibrate. He casually pulled it out and swiped the screen on.
"Fuck," he uttered sharply under his breath.
"What's the matter, mate?"
"Oh, er, nothing – just family stuff. Nothing to worry about."

As they returned to the apartment, Connor pulled his clothes off, dropped face forward on his bed and fell fast asleep. Dan meanwhile, sat fully clothed, looking at his phone.
The message came from an anonymous number. There was no message, just a photograph attached. The image showed an incredibly good looking and muscular rugby player, sitting up in bed, blindfolded and handcuffed, his legs spread to show of his prodigious cock and dark tight arsehole, with little clips pegged to his nipples and his ball sack.
Dan's previous night's fun had come back to haunt him.
 

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Part 9:

"I think we're gonna have some fun."
Danny woke on match day with that text message still in his mind. The previous evening he'd received a second message from the girl he'd been fucked by. This time, rather than just a picture, it was a short video of him in the same position: blindfolded and handcuffed and rock hard while she fingered his arse.
He turned on his mobile to discover a fresh message:
"I know you don’t want your video finding its way on the internet so I've sent you a present for match day."
When he opened the front door of the apartment, there was a small box waiting outside. He quickly scooped it up and returned to his room to open it. Inside he found a woman's red lacy thong with a label attached that read: Wear me under your shorts during the match.
He knew his teammates would notice when he got changed and he knew they'd rip him to shreds for it. But it was better than appearing in a kinky video on some sex site for all to see. And besides, the boss had said no scandal. Surely this counted as scandal! Could it cost him his job.
Worried and not as focussed as he needed to be, he looked at the clock and watched the time tick away until he and Connor would leave for their professional match debut.

The was an atmosphere of tension and excitement in the club changing rooms. The coach was going from player to player, giving a few pep talks. There was a lot of laughter and boisterous behaviour but it masked the nervousness of an important game. As the coach left, Danny started to change into his kit. He unbuttoned his shirt, peeled it off and hung it up before pulling on his crisp new black and yellow Wasps rugby shirt. He stealthily looked around, hoping no one was paying much attention, then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off. Not bothering to hang them up yet, he quickly grabbed his black rugby shorts but before he could pull them up, James's voice behind him shouted,
"Woah! What the fuck are you wearing!"
All eyes turned to Danny and saw the thin red lacy material stretched across his large muscular buttocks. James jumped over several bags and swung Danny round to face the rest of the laughing team. His large cock was rammed sideways into the tiny red thong, whilst his balls fell out hopelessly to one side.
"They're for luck!" he blurted out, improvising, "A girl gave me them three years ago and I've never lost a season opener since."
"Couldn't she afford a pair that you could get those big bollocks in!" shouted someone as the changing room erupted into laughter again.
He hated being the centre of humiliation just before a match but there was nothing he could do about it. He pulled up his shorts as Connor walked past and gave him a friendly but slightly disapproving pat on the back, "Good luck, mate."
He glanced around the room, happy that people were focussed on match prep again and not paying any attention. At that point, Max walked past, smirking at what a fool he'd made of himself.

As the time came for the match to start, the group of men started to make their way towards the pitch. In a sudden panic, Danny felt his bladder fill and throb. He left the line and ran for the toilets. Pulling his shorts down, he took his heavy cock in one hand and leant forward against the wall with the other. He had to get control of himself. With relief, he released a long rope of piss, streaming hotly into the urinal with a ringing sound and a rise of steam. Holding his cock, he felt his nervousness pour out of him. He looked down at his member, clutched in his hand and still gushing like a hose.
"I'm the man," he began to intone, "Dan the man!"
Finished, he shook his dripping cock, squeezed it back into the thong, pulled up his rugby shorts and pounded his fists against his chest, shouting, "Dan the fucking man!" as loudly as he could. And with that, he jogged calmly towards the pitch the play the most important match of his life so far.

80 minutes later, with the score 14-14, a bloodied and muddied Danny was racing across the pitch with Connor to his right. He threw the ball to his housemate, it sailed back though the air to him. He caught it and began to weave his way around the opposition players, watching from the corner of his eye as Danny continued to run with him, falling back slightly should Conor need to pass the ball back. Two opposition were running straight for him. He looked left, breathed a silent pair and hurled the ball back across to Danny. The wind whipped up slightly, raising the ball higher than Connor had intended but Danny leaped upwards, grabbed the ball in his firm hands, and hit the ground again running. With the beautiful white line of the perimeter quickly approaching, Danny felt someone behind him. He glanced back to see two hulking opposition bearing down upon him. He looked for Connor but he'd been grounded so with his last thump of energy, he sprinted and lunged forward as four desperate hands grabbed for him. As if by magic, he slipped through their powerful hands like oil, hit the ground and, holding the ball like a precious egg in front of him, slid across the muddy grass and brought it down over the line.
The stadium erupted.
For a while the screaming fans, the final whistle, the blaring music and commentary seemed to overpower him. It felt like he was blacking out with sheer delirium. Then a sudden feeling of coldness, alerted him to the fact that, in sliding forward to make the try, his shorts and dragged down to expose his beefy tanned arse clad only in wisps of red lace. Gutted that this should ruin his proud moment, aware that camera's were flashing all around him, he tugged his shorts back up and stood to his feet, just as he was engulfed by fourteen ecstatic men, running to celebrate, lifting him off his feet and screaming with joy...
 

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Back in the changing room, the coach sat and watched the men arrive. 45 years old, with more experience than anyone else at the club, he was loved and respected by the players. Now he watched them, as he always did. His men. it was his reward when the team one. He would sit in his plastic chair, close against the rule, writing up his notes and watching. The men were grateful for his notes and the pleased looks that he gave them. Not one player suspected the yearning that throbbed through his body as he watched them.
Every night, he returned home to his stale marriage, with its egg and chips, and his wife constantly ironing. But here, in the changing rooms, he could imagine a different life. He was unfulfilled. But it was enough.
He watched as James walked towards him, naked. His huge, broad body seemed sculpted and each engraved muscle seemed to pull the eyes towards his waist where his cock rested under its bed of blond pubic hair.
"Good game, James."
"Thanks coach."
They shook hands. One with respect. One with desire. And the coach continued to watch, calmly, proudly, as James walked away to the showers. His large buttocks undulating slightly as he stepped down and disappeared into the hot mists that seemed to dance against the white tiled shower area. Only in a job like this, with men like this, could he observe their naked bodies unsuspected and with such freedom.

He saw one of his favourites, Sam, enter the room, tear of his shirt, kick off his boots, tug down his shorts and peel off his jockstrap. He grinned at the coach and called across,
"Great game coach, I did what you said in the second half."
"I saw. Well done. It's all in my notes. You enjoy your shower."
The handsome, dark-haired man grinned and he too disappeared in the swirling steam. The coach thought back to when Sam first joined the club, aged 20. He had got cramp during the first training session so the coach had shown him how to massage his leg to warm the muscles. Lying on his back on a massage table in just his boxer shorts, the coach's firm, probing fingers had brought Sam an instant erection. The lad went bright red, his dick intently pushing against the thin cotton. The coach had been kind, not mocked, not told the others, just told him it was normal, but joked it wasn't a good idea to let it happen should he ever have a female physio for fear of finding himself on the end of a sexual harassment claim. Sam had laughed and had probably forgotten the embarrassing incident but the coach remembered it quite vividly. He could still see the curved outline of the bellend throbbing through a pair of white boxers printed with thin blue stripes.

He liked to imagine the men together. Even now he could see past the sexy steam of the showers where James would be sliding shower gel over those huge muscles. He could see Sam, stepping up to him, grinning sexily, pushing him forward against the white towels, the hot shower jets beating against the bodies, James open pleasured mouth as Sam curled his arm around his front, ran his fingers over those legendary abdominals, grasped that cock and stroked it hard, probing his arse with the index finger of his free hand, Sam's chest against James's muscular back, his nipples like the studs of rugby boots pressed against the shoulder blades, his own cock rising up to tap against, James's balls, moving his waist back slightly so he could aim his dick at his teammates open hole...

"Can we collect the boots up now, boss?"
Used to the interruptions, the coach snapped quickly from his reverie as if nothing could happen. The two boot boys, Cam and Oli, were standing in front of his carrying a big basket between them.
"Yes boys."
He felt differently about these two. 17 or 18, they were barely kids. They'd flunked most of their GCSEs as so many kids did round here, and had hung around after a match to ask for a job. He's been pleased by their courage and pleased even more by their hard work. They did a lot of the menial work, including cleaning the boots after matches, but he paid them well and hoped he was giving them a good start in life. He glanced at them in a fatherly way, not once considering them in the same way he looked at his team.

He added some more points to his player notes as Danny left the shower. Not the new lad who'd scored two of the trys, he hadn't seen him; he was probably upstairs being balled out by the club owner for wearing ladies underwear. He began to think about this new boy but turned his attention to the other Danny.
"Is it okay if I get my notes now coach. I need to leave early, I've got a date."
As he spoke, he stepped into a pair of white Armani briefs, pulled them up to his waist and adjusted his attractive cock inside them. He had a nice, if not particularly large bulge, and he now stood spraying on cologne and looking at the coach. He was pretty much the team stud, always seen in magazines with a new d-list celebrity he was fucking.
"Hot night ahead?" smiled the coach with camaraderie.
In reply, Danny, grabbed the thick, tempting bulge in his briefs and winked,
"You know me coach."
Posed like a stripped, his muscles bulging, his manly face beaming with his fuck-me smile, he was completely unaware of the effect he had on the coach who simply smiled back, benignly, his mind taking a series of mental photographs to be looked through later in the sad, loveless darkness of his marital bed.

As he handed over the notes, the second Danny walked in, looking rather sheepish for a man who'd just helped his team win the first match of the season. He smiled inwardly; so the boss had given him a roasting. The two Dannys exchanged pleasantries as one dressed and the other stripped. The tiny red thong was cast aside and he moved towards the showers.
It was the first time the coach had seem him naked. His body almost rivalled James's and his cock was very impressive. Where some seemed to stick out like a hook over the balls, this one drooped down thickly, swinging from side to side as he moved. He was probably as big as Christian who was known as the largest lad on the team. He'd heard a story of how Christian had had a threesome with Joe, the team captain, and one incredibly lucky girl. But as big as he was, he was still no match for Joe who could apparently out-fuck every other player on the team. As his forfeit, Christian had had to run round the pitch after practise wearing nothing but a blonde wig. The coach had watched as his black muscular limbs pumped into the ground, then inhaled sharply as he got closer, his huge cock slapping against his thighs as he ran, then his firm arse cheeks bouncing as he raced the curve of the track and shrunk into the distance.

He watched Danny walk towards the showers. He was undoubtedly a great-looking lad. As if by force of his presence, the steam shifted like a curtain as he stepped into the white tiled enclosure. The other new lad, Connor, was nearest to him. They were obviously friends and they embraced. The coach watched and the world blurred and slowed down to something like a dream. Like an old black and white movie that could never have been made, he watched their monochrome bodies touch. Their arms reached around each others bodies then flexed in greeting, their biceps rising magnificently to the surface of the skin, creating shadows that rippled as the flex of friendship moved across their shoulders and down their backs, their granite bodies on show like magnificent Greek statues. He saw one's thick hairy chest pressed darkly against the other smooth pectorals. Their chests were like barrels and as his eyes moved down, their joined bodies parted slightly at the stomach, allowing the coach to see further into the showers. Naked, soapy skin flitted amongst the swirls of mist whilst the men continue to embrace. His eyes carried on down to see their cocks pressed softly against each other. The hairy one was clearly almost as well hung as his mate, with a more prominent head that bulged massively under his foreskin. The two prodigious members hung down thickly and the coach imagine how they would feel in the mouth: warm, filling, hardening, throbbing with blood and masculine energy, pushing against the roof of the mouth as they grew and surging assertively down the throat to choke and gag and conquor. He imagined the thick white cum that would squirt from each one, hot and salt to the tongue... He didn't want the men to part and, later that night, the movie would continue in his mind, but, there and then, the world began to speed back up, colour flooded back into the picture and the men parted, began to shower their tired bodies, and the curtains of mists fell back once more to shroud the men from the coach's hidden desire.

The coach got up and left each player's notes on top of his kit bag. For him, match day was over. No doubt the lads would all go out and celebrate, making the most of their success, exercising their virility, and expending their remaining energies on tight eager young pussies. Cam and Oli were dropping the last of the muddy boots into their basket. They held the door to let the coach leave first. The two boys followed and the door swung back softly with an almost indistinguishable sigh.
 

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That night, after the match, the team went into the city to celebrate. In every bar, there were free drinks and easy women – managers desperate for their bar to be known as a place where local celebrities hung out, and women desperate for the touch of a rugby player. Each bar the men walked into, they felt lustful eyes burning into them, the women shifting their bodies to look their best, their tight cunts moistening slightly at the idea of what they could take home: the thought of a tall, broad, strong body, the flex of muscles, the rough kisses, your legs being pushed apart by powerful hands or thighs, the intense energy and stamina as the thick cock of a local stud pounded inside of you for the whole mind-blowing night.
Dan and Conor were enjoying their night. Although still the newbies, the match had been a complete success and they were beginning to bond with the team and be included in the banter. Trying to appear manly and unconcerned, Dan laughed along as he was ribbed about his red thong, especially when his match-time exposure appeared across the bar's three television screens as part of a local news report. And, to be fair, it had got him noticed by a lot of girls. Despite that, he and Conor were aware that the established players were getting the pick of the girls wherever they went. But they looked on the bright side that, with a few seasons behind them, this would be their hunting ground.
Walking into the gents to take a piss, Dan unbuttoned his fly, tugged down the waistband of his boxers and brought out his thick cock. As a hot stream began to whizz against the metal of the urinal, he heard a girl's voice behind him,
'Oh my god, you're huge.'
Nearly dropping his cock and dousing his shoes, Dan looked behind him but there was no one else there. He stared at the door of the cubicle and heard a man respond,
'That's right baby, open wide.'
He recognised the voice. It was another of the players, Christian.
'My go, now!'
Dan silently laughed as he finished at the urinal. The lucky bastard had two girls in there. He was surprised there was room and then, as there was a bang against the door of the cubicle, two excited squeals, and a repeated thumping against the wall and a rocking of the entire cubicle to the sound of Christian's voice moaning, 'That's it baby, take that huge meat!', he realised they really didn’t have much room. Laughing again, he buttoned his fly back up, washed his hands, but didn't use the dryer as a little nod of respect not to disturb his team mate.
When he returned to the bar, Sam who played on the back row was arm wrestling one of the props, Alex. Sam was a handsome lad and his right bicep was bulging out like a barrel. But Alex was a prop, his job to put all his force into a scrum, and as such he was built like a tank. His arm was also bulging like a barrel and then, to everyone's laughter, he actually flexed it. The entire arm seemed to double in size. Sam let out a quick 'Ah, shit', and his arm was slammed back on the table.
Alex got to his feet and lumbered towards one of the girls who'd been watching. Her smile made it clear she was eager and she giggled excitedly as his beefy arm passed around her waist and pulled her forward into a passionate but beery kiss.
He watched, grinning as Sam got up for their agreed forfeit. Taking off his shirt, he dropped his trousers to show off a pair of very tight Jack Wills boxers. Then he down his pint. Half way down, James nipped forward and tugged down his shorts but Sam was quick enough to clutch the blue and white striped material to his sizeable bulge. The girls were pleased to see his juicy bum on show as he finished his pint, but disappointed not to have a got a look at how much this hot rugby player was packing. Tugging the waistband of hi boxers back over his large muscly buttock, he pulled up his jeans but didn't both with his shirt. Instead he calmly went and stood between two girls whose eyes were both wide with desire. Although he'd been the loser in this show of strength, his rippled abs looked carved into his stomach, his pecs stood out like boulders on his chest, and his shoulders resembled a mountain range. He grinned at each girl, his arms slid around both their waists and, with a wink at Alex, he immediately led them out of the bar. The girls didn't appear to know, or even like each, other, and Dan imagined what fun Sam would have fucking two girls who'd be competing, even fighting, for his attention.
Dan joined Conor at the bar. He was eyeing up two girls near the door and suggested they try their luck. As Conor turned to the barman to order four shots, Dan's mobile buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out. It was the girl who'd filmed him. Who'd ordered him into a red thong. Who pretty much had his future at the club in the palm of her fucking hand.
He thought about ignoring the message but decided it was best to open it. She was ordering him to deposit five grand into her account within the next half hour. To convince him it was the right thing to do, a picture was attached. There he was, his face in ecstasy as he knelt on the bed, her behind him, taking him up the arse with a strapon whilst reaching round to jerk on his cock. He'd never regretted a night so much.
'Are we doing this or not?'
He hadn't realised Conor was talking. He was standing holding four shot glasses, ready to make his move.
'Just a sec,' muttered Dan, quickly logging into this internet banking and making the transfer. It left him pretty much penniless for the month but he didn't know what else to do.
As he and Conor chatted up the two girls they'd chosen, Dan felt his stomach churning. The girls were paying much more attention to Conor. He seemed to have lost his spark so it was lucky his mate was there to do the talking. But it did the trick and they were soon heading back to the apartment.

In his wing mirror, the taxi driver watched his four passengers furtively. The girls were stunning, in barely-there dresses, with long legs and big tits. After initially climbing into his black cab and sit either side of the two handsome lads, they'd begun to straddle the guys. He watched, alternating his glance between the road in front of him and the sight of the girls' dresses riding higher and higher up their thighs to show off the flimsy lacy material of their underwear. The dark-haired lad was moving his hand over his girl's peachy arse. She, in turn, had her hand inside his shirt. The other girl was stroking the blond lad's crotch, creating a long cylindrical bulge down the leg of his jeans. They kissed and whispered to each other. At one point the dark-haired lad leaned over and started kissing the girl that was straddling the blond lad. Obviously jealous, his own girl unbuttoned his jeans and slid her hand inside, easily winning back the attentions of his kisses...
 

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They stumbled into the apartment, all horny and full of desire. As Conor pushed his towards his bedroom, he called across to Dan and unashamedly announced,
'An hour then swap over, yeah?'
The girls didn't protest and Dan led his into his room. His phone buzzed again. He knew it was the bitch who had his balls in a vice. He didn't look at it. But he knew. He couldn't ignore it. He opened the message:
Thanks for the cash. You played well today. But next game I want you to drop every ball that comes at you. You'll be laughed at. But not as much as if your mates saw this:
It was a screenshot of him, similar position to her last message but this time he was flexing his bicep and kissing it as he jerked his cock with his other hand, the strap on deep inside him as the girl behind him laughed.
His anger built up and he looked at the girl in front of him. He wanted to fuck her senseless. He ripped his shirt open and tossed it aside. The girl should have been frightened but the sight of his immense muscular body just aroused her further. She glided forward, stroking the bulge in his jeans,
'Mmm, c'mon big boy, I wanna see that massive weapon you've got hidden away down there.'
In response, he pulled her dress off of her and pushed her onto the bed. She was giddy with excitement and began unhooking her bra as he pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go. Struggling slightly with his shoes still on, he kicked them off, peeled away his socks and stepped out of the remaining clothes that hung around his ankles. As he straightened up she saw his cock for the first time and gasped with pleasure. It was rock hard and rearing from his waist like a castle turret. He lunged at her and ripped away her black thong.
'Are you gonna let me suck on that beast?' she asked seductively.
But, at that moment, Dan just wanted to fuck. Full of anger and energy, he rolled the slut over, slapped her arse hard, then pushing her buttocks apart, slammed his nine incher inside her. The force and thickness and length made her squeal with shock which soon turned to pleasure as the big rugby player began to fuck her like an animal. She could feel his chest on her back, his breath warm on her neck, as he grunted with exertion,
'Go on! Take it you fucking slut!'
His pelvis ricocheted back and forth as his dick drove inside her, making her scream with joy. He thought of the bitch who was ruining his life and began to fuck harder faster hard faster. Then suddenly realised he was bashing his abdomen against her buttocks and his dick was flopping about between his legs.
Defeated and frustrated, he pushed her aside and rolled onto his back. The girl looked at him, unsure what to say. He wanted her gone.
'Go next door and see my mate.'
Annoyed by his abrupt tone, the girl looked at his huge dick shrivelling to sleep, she surveyed his enormous body and thought what a disappointment he must be to girls. She kept her thoughts to herself but picked up her clothes and made her way next door, wondering if his dark-haired mate would be any better.

Dan punched the pillow in frustration then lay back on the bed. The light changed and he was aware Conor was standing in the doorway. As if to taunt him, he was completely naked with his erect cock standing alert and proud, ready for action, and so much more powerful that Dan's useless member.
'What's up mate? You've been acting funny since we left the bar.'
Dan was touched by the genuine concern in his mate's voice. He wanted to tell him everything but something stopped him,
'Nah, nothing mate. Just knackered!'
He decided to hide behind the manly, braggart behaviour that came so much easier than real, vulnerable emotion.
'Don't worry about me, just make sure you fuck em both good and proper! You gotta try extra hard if I can't help you.'
They laughed and Conor left. Entering his own room, he found the two girls kissing. They watched him stride towards them, his cock still wet with his original girl's saliva. He climbed onto the bed and they turned their attention to him, running their fingers through the luxuriant hair that curled on his chest, teasing his hard brown nipples, tickling his different muscles, gripping his massive thighs, and sliding their wet tongues around his balls and up his big cock. They kissed their hard throbbing prize, slowly pulling back the foreskin to show off the huge purple head, much larger than they'd seen on any other man they'd fucked, and ran the tips of their tongues over the sensitive head. There was nothing like having two girls worship your dick, Conor grinned to himself.
He grabbed one and pulled her cunt to his mouth. While he probed her with his powerful tongue, he brought the other one down on his dick, holding her hard around the waist and bringing her up and down until she found her own rhythm. Then he pushed the riding girl back, grabbed the one he was licking out and got her on all fours. Pushing her face down into the other girls wet cleft, he unleashed his dick inside her.
'Oh yeah, you like a bit of Conor do you?' he laughed as she screamed allowed.

Next door, Dan tried not to listen but lay in the darkness with his hands behind his head. Unconsciously, he moved his right hand down his body. His fingers moved stealthily through his pubic hair and encircled the sleeping tiger of his manhood. It hardened to the touch and began to fill the palm of his hand. With his eyes closed, he could see Conor fucking the two beauties. He could see the sweat on his tanned skin, matting the hair on his chest, his muscles bulging, that impressive cock grinding away. He watched as it stretched the pussy of the girl he'd failed. Saw the dark meat drilling into the darkness between those pink wet lips. Saw him pull out slowly, inch by impressive inch, until that unbelievably large bellend was stoppering her cunt. Saw him pull it out and girls excitedly fighting to lick and suck it, desperate to be on the receiving end of all its magnificent pleasure.
His dick was now rock hard. He quickly pulled the bedside draw open, grabbed some lubricant and squirted the thick cold oiliness over his dick and continued the assault, jerking on himself fast and furious. He saw the golden limbs of those two sluts, their eager mouths, that large tits with their nipples like pink berries, their dark arseholes ready to be violated, and their tight red pussies, gushing with their own excited juices.
He could hear the two girls screaming as he erupted over his own chest, a shower of cum streaking from his abs to his pectorals. His head fell back on his bed as his exhausted cock flopped once more against his powerful thighs, leaving a trail of whiteness as it sank further between his legs. He got up and wiped himself down with his torn shirt and fell face forward on the bed, fast asleep.

It was 5am when Dan awoke. He'd been watching himself in his dreams being fucked by the girl with the strap on. Watching all his humiliations as his mates would match them on some internet porn site if he didn't do as he was told.
'Fuck!'
There was something wrong. He grabbed his phone and clicked on the last image she'd sent. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He wasn't blindfolded so how the fuck had she made a video of him. He thought about the angle of the video and stared at the mirror. He'd have noticed her setting up a fucking video camera! It must have been tiny... then how? He walked to the mirror. A screw was missing from one side. How had she set up something so complex? It must have been when he'd left the room. But he hadn't. She'd come to him. He'd been set up but not by her. Then who?
He leapt of the bed, still naked, and pulled his door open. He stormed through the flat, his voice roaring like a wildman, 'MAX!'
As he approached Max's bedroom door, he lifted his right foot and planted it flat and hard against the centre. It ripped off its hinged with a crack of splintering wood and cartwheeled into Max's room before smashing against the far wall. Dan stood panting and full of rage in the doorway. The room was completely empty. Max had already cleared out.
 

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Sorry it's taken me so long to add another installment. I hope this one's worth the wait (it's quite long - I think it'll take several posts). Thanks for all the likes and kind comments; you've all been really encouraging and its always nice to know people are enjoying the story!


Part 11:

Conor ran naked from his bedroom door to find Dan in Max's room, punching the wall.
'CUNT!'
'Mate what the fuck's going on?'
Dan punched the wall again, then leaned against it and slumped to the floor exhausted.

Once Conor had gotten rid of the two girls in his bed, he made two coffees and joined Dan who was still sitting on the floor in Max's room.
Slowly, Dan retold the events of the last week: hooking up with a filthy bondage slut, getting blackmailed by her, and then realising it was really Max who'd secretly filmed them both.
'What am I gonna do? All the fucking sex tape leaks in the tabloids at the moment. The club will just kick me out if it gets in the papers or something!'
They sat silently drinking their coffee until Conor voiced what they both knew,
'You're just gonna have to come clean, talk to the boss, confess everything. You're more likely to get away with it if you tell them first, especially if you've been set up by that wanker! Go back to bed, get some sleep, then go and see the boss in the morning.'

At 10-30am, Dan was standing outside the boss's office in his best suit, his career slipping though his fingers and one chance to keep hold of it. He prayed that the big old walrus would take pity on him, and knocked firmly on the door.
'Come.'
The voice sounded strange and he stepped into the office to find a woman behind the desk. She was attractive in a cougar-ish way, 50 years old, dark blonde hair, generous tits fitted into an expensive black dress.
'I was looking for the boss,' he began uncertainly. 'Er, sorry, I'll come back later. Do you know when he'll –'
'My husband is at a meeting in London, he won't be back until late.'
Husband – Dan thought, eyeing her up once more – the lucky old walrus!
'Oh, um, okay, then –'
'Is this a club matter?'
'Kind of, yes but –'
'Then I'll deal with it. I'm a joint share holder, what's the problem?'
'Well I'm not sure, you see –'
'Out with it, I haven’t got all day!'
And he told her. Everything.

She sat, emotionless while Dan poured out his embarrassment in front of her. When he'd stopped, she simply sat watching him. Was there a slight smile curving her lips – was she laughing at him? He should have waited for the boss to come back. Seconds felt like they were turning into hours.
'I think we can deal with that quite easily.'
'You can?'
'You're a good player – we earn nothing by sacking you. And if it gets out it damages the club whether we sack you or not.'
She stood up from behind the desk. She was tall, gym-toned slim, and incredibly sexy in the way she moved gracefully yet powerfully around the desk.
'Go and lock that door.'
He did as he was told, only realising the strangeness of the request once he was turning back to face her.
'Now strip.'
'Huh?'
'If you think I'm making work for myself without getting some fun out of the morning you're much mistaken. Now strip. Slowly.'
His mouth fell momentarily open. Then he closed it and slowly slipped his jacket from his shoulders and let it fall behind him on the floor. The woman sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her long slim right leg over the left. She smiled, slyly.

Dan undid the club tie he was wearing and discarded it on the floor then, after unclipping the waistband of his trousers, slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. She watched as he gradually revealed the tanned skin and huge muscles of his torso, peeling the shirt from his arms to show off his rippling biceps. He stood looking at her, the red material of his boxer shorts peeping above the waist of his trousers. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and slid the trousers from his strong thighs before stepping out of them. He looked at her watching him. Her eyes drifted caressingly across his body and came to rest on his boxers. His cock was bulging thickly through the tight red underwear, his large balls creating a weighty curve between his legs. He hooked his thumbs under the lycra waistband and pulled them down, proudly releasing his impressive manhood. He knew she wouldn’t have seen bigger.

He wondered what was next. Would she want him to fuck her standing up against the desk, or push her back, climb on board and bang her on the office furniture?
'On your knees.'
This he wasn't expecting, but he obeyed and, as he looked up at her, she uncrossed her legs, opened them, and smiled properly for the first time,
'Come on then, Stud.'
He breathed sharply with surprise and excitement, then crawled on all fours towards the boss's wife, placed his head between her legs as she hitched up her dress slightly, pressed his lips against her tight smooth pussy, and pushed his tongue inside. He was confident in his talents and pretty soon he could feel her wet against his face. His dick was throbbing between his legs as he probed her cleft with his firm, darting tongue. Suddenly she slipped forward off the desk, pushing him backwards. His head still between her legs, he put his arms behind him to keep his balance and continued to lick and stroke. Her hands were in his hair and without warning she gripped his head and began to grind her pussy against his face.
'Mmm, you're a dirty fucking rugby boy aren't you!' she moaned as she rushed her hips back and forth, her wet pussy pressing excitedly into his face, 'You like having your face in your boss's wife's hot cunt?'. She looked down over her shoulder at his big cock now fully erect and twitching desperately for action. She gripped his hair harder and grinded even my furiously against his face until she squirted with pleasure, drowning his face in her joy. When she stepped away from him he was almost gasping for air and fell back against the floor, his hard naked body glistening with his sweat and her juices.
'You ought to get dressed.'
She turned back to the desk and flicked a button on the telephone speaker,
'Coach Sess, I'll be needing you.'

Dan quickly pulled up his boxers, shoving his cock inside. His hardon was subsiding but not fast enough and he struggled pulling his trousers up over the rampant bulge. He struggled into his shirt, did the buttons up unevenly and slipped his tie around his neck, and was hastily buttoning his jacket when the coach entered the office.
'Ah, Mr Sess, I'm afraid we have a problem with young Danny here, and one of the other players.'
She looked calmly at Dan as if nothing had happened,
'It was our new prop, Max, I believed?'
'Um, yes that's right, ma'am'.
Ma'am? He had no idea how to address her now she'd used his face as a sex toy.
'That'll be all Danny, we'll deal with things from this point forward.'
'Really?'
'Yes, nothing at all to worry about. But you will owe the club an immense debt of gratitude that I'm sure you will use all your talents to repay.'
As the coach turned to face him, the woman smiled behind his back at Dan. He didn't even know her name.
'Off you go now, lad,' added the coach, and Dan left the office full of relief but not quite believing what had taken place...
 

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Dan spent the afternoon in the gym, pumping out his frustration. It was only after a few hours that he realised his anger with Max had long since gone. His frustration was sexual. After having his face well and truly fucked, he was desperate for some proper action
He headed back to the apartment, arriving to find a box in the hallway. He picked it up, took it inside and opened it. Inside were hundred of bits of metal, glass and plastic. It looked like someone had taken a hammer to a laptop or several mobile phones. And then he realised that that was exactly what had happened. Inside the box was a small card. He opened it:
Max Jameson has left the club and the country.
Here's what's left of the evidence.
I'll be seeing you soon.
X

That evening, he and Dan stood in a bar in town sinking pints in celebration. The money he'd sent to Max had reappeared in his account so the drinks were on him. His cock was still in a state of semi-excitement, throbbing aggressively every time a hot girl walked past but nothing had quite piqued his desire.
'Plans for tonight then?' Conor asked, scanning the bar for the right tits he'd like to squeeze as he pounded a girl from behind.
Dan thought momentarily before replying,
'Yeah... I want a cougar.'
He nodded across the bar towards a brunette sitting with two friends.
'Nice call mate! Fancy some company?'
The two lads laughed and Dan made sure he caught the woman's eye and shot her a sexy half-smile.

They continued drinking until the woman's friends left. She sat, touching up her makeup, obviously waiting for Dan to approach her. He left Conor at the bar and made his move.
Sliding in beside her, he could smell her subtle expensive perfume,
'You didn't mind me looking then?'
'Not at all, it's not everyday I get a smile from someone as handsome as you.'
'Dan.'
'Marianne.'
She looked at the broad shoulders in his short sleeved white shirt, saw how his pecs curved firmly through the tight material, and allowed her eyes to lower. She smiled at the prominent bulge in his jeans.
'It looks like you've come ready for action.'
Dan grinned, 'Always. Especially for someone as gorgeous as you.'
'Well it certainly looks... big.'
He leant forward and whispered in her ear,
'Nine inches,' he slowly closed his fingers around lower arm, 'and as thick as your wrist.'
She breathed in excitedly and they kissed. Her mouth was warm and excited; his strong and sensual. As their lips parted, he gazed into her eyes and she sat transfixed,
'And my mates almost as well hung too. But not quite.'
He grinned sexily and her soft, pale hand, went excitedly up to her neck. She held her breath, aroused, as she looked across the bar at Conor – tall, dark, and so muscular – downing his pint. Taking his cue, he sauntered past the different customers and sat himself on the other side of her.
'You two boys seem very naughty, but I'm not sure you'd be up for what would be involved...'
'Try us,' countered Dan.
'My husband would want to watch.'
There was a partly stunned silence. It hung in the air, enticing, tempting, until Conor broke it with the words,
'Not a problem.'

Half an hour's taxi ride later, the two lads were in the plush kitchen of an expensive town house, being passed a beer each by Marianne as her husband perched calmly on a bar stool and watched. He was thin with grey, receding hair, a wrinkled face, and pale tired eyes. He licked his lips as Dan eased his hands around his wife's waist and pulled her in for a kiss before taking a swig from his beer bottle.
'You're both so big and strong,' she exhaled, stepping forward to unbutton Conor's shirt. 'Mmm I love a hairy chest, so manly'.
Conor grinned as she removed his shirt and fingered his short dark curls. Playing up to her, he raised his arms and flexed his enormous muscles. She ran her hands over the mountainous limbs and unbuttoned his jeans, stepping behind him to kiss his back and pull them down.
Dan watched his mate beaming away as the woman undressed him. He was mildly jealous of the huge body and began to remove his own clothes. Soon they were both standing in the kitchen in their underwear. Conor looked across as Dan's black Calvin Kleins, pleased his mate was wearing more conservative underwear than usual. He looked down at his own white Armani briefs, pleased with the package on display.
The husband watched as she kissed the lads, gentle massaging their bodies as her mouth swapped between their tongues. As she kissed Conor, her hand moved firmly over the bulge in his briefs. His cock was now rock hard and was pushing insistently for freedom. She kissed Dan once more, then turning back to face Conor, slipped her thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, getting to her knees as she tugged the slip of white material to his ankles. His cock flicked upwards with relief and slapped her under the chin with a loud thwack. The husband laughed out loud, the first noise he had made since they'd entered the kitchen. Both lads eyes darted towards him but his eyes were fixed on his wife's face.
'I think you're going to enjoy yourself tonight, my love.'
She smiled in response, opened her mouth and took between her lips the gift of eight thick inches that Connor was presenting. He closed his eyes with pleasure as she worked her way around his huge bellend, sliding her tongue over the throbbing shaft, and dragging her wet sexy lips over his hard meat.
Eager to get in on the action, Dan pulled down his boxers, wrapped her hair around his hand and guided her towards his cock. She looked up with a smile,
'Wow, you weren’t exaggerating were you, big boy.'
Then started to tackle his tempting offering.
Her husband slid from the bar stool and made his way towards the stairs. The lads thought he was leaving, but Marianne let Dan fall from her mouth, got to her feet, and gently gripped both lads by the dick. She gave them a teasing pull and then followed her husband. Dan and Conor looked at each other, their dicks rearing up and hungry like wild beasts, and followed Marianne to her bedroom...
 

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The husband was sitting on a small couch opposite the bed. Marianne guided the two rugby lads onto the bed, laying them opposite each other and arranged their legs over each other until they were dick to dick. She leant forward running her hands down their chest, then alternated between their cocks, stroking one while sucking the other, then stroking both while she placed her head in between and kissed the base of their cocks and then their balls. She pushed their thick cocks together and stretched her mouth around the two purple heads. The lads could feel their dicks throbbing excitedly against the other as she managed to get them both inside of her.
Then she climbed on board, Dan in her pussy and Conor up her arse, and started to ride the two dicks like a whore. After a while she allowed herself to fall forward on to Dan, kissing him as the end of Connor's dick gradually flipped out of her dark tight hole.
'Come on boys, I think it's time for you to take charge.'
They didn’t need asking twice.

Fucking her like animals, the lads swapped between cunt and mouth, filling her with their mighty examples of manhood and making her scream with pleasure. They felt like they were making their way through their repertoire of sexual positions, passing her around like a rag doll, pumping their pelvises like machinery, and showing off their best moves, not trying to out-do the other, just push him to try even harder.
As Dan got her into the doggy position and filled her pussy with his 9 inch weapon, Conor came and straddled her too, placing himself in front of his mate, his large firm arse pressing against Dan's abs as he eased his length deep into her arse again. He could feel Dan's pecs hard against his back and the two lads fucked rhythmically, both easing out and ramming back inside in unison. Dan could feel Connor's large balls sweeping heavily back along the shaft of his cock each time they swung themselves away from this cougar before slamming their way back in again. He had his arms around Conor's body in order to grip her waist, while Connor leaned forward, one hand on the bed and one hand on her lower back. The men grunted excitedly as they humped their prey, fucking her hard and dirty. Her screams were bouncing of the wall and her husband was on his feet, his small cock hanging out of his trousers as he jerked on it furiously at the foot of the bed.
'Give it to her dude!' panted Dan.
'Too right mate, fuck her good!' He leaned further forward, the hair on his chest caressing her back, his hard nipples rubbing against her soft skin as he pounded his full weight back and forth, in and out of her.
'You like that baby? You like Conor and Dan inside you? Two fucking great schlongs pumping away? Yeah you fucking love it dirty, don't ya'.
'Oh my god this is amazing!!!!' she squealed, another orgasm ripping though her body.
'That's right darling,' chipped in Dan, 'who are the fucking men!'
They pulled out, reaching their peaked, grinned at the timid wanking husband and knelt either side of Marianne's face, pulling on their hard beasts until both ejaculated simultaneously. They laughed with pure masculine joy as their cum streamed out over her face. Dan watched his own cream splash across her forehead and saw with envy the amount Conor added as it splattered over her mouth.
They high fived and grinned at each other, then excitedly grabbed the husband by the shoulders and pulled him onto the bed. The shoved his eager face between her tits and watched laughingly as he kissed her body frantically, pawing her flesh. Then they pushed him up to her face and grinned together as he kissed her deeply, their cum sticking gloopily to the face of husband and wife.

They both headed downstairs, aware that their cocks had quickly hardened again. Opening the fridge, they helped themselves to another beer and leant back against opposite kitchen counters to quench their thirst. Conor looked at the impressive naked body in front of him. As Dan drank thirstily, a little beer ran down his chin and Conor watched the journey it made down his mate's body: running brownly between Dan's pecs, trickling slowly over the eight rippling abdominals, before making its ways to the base of his cock. His lips around the head of the beer bottle, Conor looked at his mate's cock, thick and so stunningly long. It was only one extra inch but he was damned envious of that extra inch. He'd never met anyone else with 9 inches and he wished he could have that status: biggest cock ever. He looked down at his own dick then back at Dan's. His shaft was a little thinner than Dan's and he wondered what Dan's measured. He looked at the tip, stetching excitedly against Dan's foreskin, then thought about his own bellend which was actually thicker, and grinned with the knowledge of how girls loved the sensation of it forcing their pussy open.
He looked up at Dan, who was calmly watching him.
'So you really let her take you up the arse with a strap on?'
Dan blushed very slightly but proceeded to man it out, 'Uh-huh.'
'You kinky fucker...'
The words seemed to emboss the shadows of the room. Dan felt an accusation, a criticism of his manliness, a sense of mockery that he couldn't bear –
'...I'd so be up for that,' concluded Conor.
Dan laughed at stepped forward, slapping Connor against his shoulder,
'Man, I'm glad you're as filthy as me.'

The bright moon shone through the window from the street outside.
The sweat began to cool on their skin.
But still both men stood there, rock hard, facing each other, their powerful cocks proudly displayed and almost head to head.
A light, danced against the chrome of the kitchen surface. Conor turned calmly round to face the window, the large bubbles of his buttocks pale against the rest of his tanned skin. Dan stepped forward further, the twitch of his cock almost tapping against the shadowy crevice that would lead to his mate's arsehole. He wondered just how kinky Conor was. What would turn him on, what would shock him?
Conor stepped back from the window, the weight and movement pressing Dan's enormous member down and between the smooth firm flesh of his arse cheeks.

The doorbell rang urgently.
'Sorry man I didn't realise you were so close.'
Both lads burst out laughing.
'I think I nearly showed you what a strapon feels like'.
They laughed again but were suddenly aware that the light dancing off the chrome surfaces was flashing blue and the door bell was ringing more urgently.
Marianne was sweeping down the stairs, 'Better get dressed boys!'

She opened the front door,
'Hello officer, how can I help you?'
Two police men were standing on the threshold, looking concerned.
'Everything alright this evening madam?'
'Yes officer, why do you ask?'
'The neighbours are very concerned, madam. They reported screaming. Sounded like violence. We've been asked to investigate, naturally.'
'Nothing to worry about officers.'
'Well if you could please explain Madam.'
'It's all very simply... boys?'
Dan and Conor, now back in their underwear, their semis bulging proudly under the warm lighting, stepped into the hallway. The police officers looked them up and down. Then looked back at Marianne.
'Ah... er... right madam... very sorry to have... disturbed you... evening gents... maybe... try to keep the noise down if possible... er... sorry to have bothered you... we'll be er... on our way.'

Marianne closed the door behind the red-faced, hastily retreating police officers. Dan and Conor grinned broadly at each other.
'Good enough to wake up the neighbours,' laughed Dan.
Marianne looked from rugby player to rugby player. She'd had the night of her life and so had her husband. But all good things come to an end. She smiled at the two strapping hunks in front her, the perfect carved bodies proudly on display, their large thick dicks now firmly squeezed into their tight, revealing underwear.
'I think it's time I called you boys a taxi.'