Chapter 6: Measuring Up
Blake's heart thudded in his chest as the clock ticked toward Friday lunchtime. It had been an incredible first week at the warehouse-mansion, filled with intense workouts, heavy meals, and mind-bending experiences that left him both exhausted and exhilarated. Every day felt like a new challenge, a test of his limits both physically and mentally, but he thrived under the pressure, pushing himself harder with each passing moment.
Blake was still pumped from the grueling morning workout when Big Ryan's booming voice cut through the hum of activity in the office. “Blake! Get your ass in here!” The command was sharp and brooked no hesitation, sending a jolt through Blake. He scrambled to his feet, adrenaline kicking in as he hurried to Ryan's office, knowing better than to keep the massive ex-Marine waiting.
As Blake entered the office, Ryan stood behind his desk, his immense frame looming large, casting a shadow that seemed to fill the entire room. At 6’6” a hulking beast of pure, hard muscle, Big Ryan was an absolute freak, every inch of him exuding power and dominance. His presence was overwhelming, a force that made Blake feel small in comparison, even though he was in the best shape of his life.
“Strip,” Ryan barked, not wasting a second. His tone was gruff, impatient, his eyes already fixed on Blake with a predatory gleam. Blake hesitated for a split second, then quickly yanked off his shirt, shucking his pants, socks, and underwear, standing naked and exposed under Ryan’s piercing gaze.
Ryan pulled a tape measure and skinfold calipers from his pocket, moving closer, the floor creaking under his weight. “Measurement time, face forward, feet apart, don’t speak and don’t fucking move unless I tell you to,” he commanded in the Marine tone, his voice low and gravelly as he stretched the tape between his thick fingers. Blake could feel his pulse quickening, his skin prickling under Ryan’s intense scrutiny.
Ryan started with Blake’s shoulders, wrapping the tape around his back, and the rough brush of Ryan’s knuckles sent a surge of electricity through Blake’s veins. He moved methodically, measuring Blake’s chest, biceps, waist, and thighs; ordering him to flex at certain times and relax at others. Each time the tape circled Blake’s body, Ryan’s touch was firm, deliberate, almost taunting, as if daring Blake to move or react.
Blake’s mind raced as Ryan worked, trying to stay focused and ignore the heat pooling low in his belly as he did the various skin fold testing with his calipers. But then Ryan paused, his eyes narrowing as he glanced down. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.
“Well, well,” Ryan drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Looks like you’re smaller than me in every area, kid. Except one.” He pointedly eyed Blake’s crotch, where his big cock had betrayed him, and was pointing due north, thick and throbbing with each passing second. “Damn thing’s bigger than I thought. Bet that’s ten inches easy, thick and rock hard.”
Blake’s cheeks burned, humiliation and arousal mixing in a confusing, dizzying swirl. He couldn’t help it; just being near Ryan, feeling the man’s rough, dominating presence, was enough to get him hard. He bit his lip, trying to keep his composure as Ryan’s big hand moved to his cock, giving it a rough squeeze, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting through Blake’s body.
Ryan chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to make Blake gasp. “You like that, boy, that power? All wound up like a fuckin’ spring. Bet you wish you could feel these giant muscles, don’t you?” He flexed his free arm, the bicep bulging like a mountain, veins snaking across the thick, hard muscle.
Blake nodded, his eyes wide, hungry, staring at the massive bicep like it was a feast he was dying to devour. He could barely keep himself from reaching out, his body trembling with the urge to touch, to feel, to worship the sheer power in front of him.
But Ryan wasn’t having any of it. He released Blake’s cock, stepping back with a smirk. “Nah, you haven’t earned that yet. That’s a reward for when you put on fifty pounds of muscle, hear me, boy? Until then, hands off.”
Blake’s heart sank, a whimper escaping his lips before he could stop it. He wanted to protest, to beg, but Ryan’s glare silenced him, the intensity in those blue eyes making it clear that there would be no arguing. He nodded meekly, swallowing down his frustration.
Ryan gave a curt nod, dismissing him with a wave. “Now get out of here. Time for your next feeding, muscle pig.”
Blake shuffled out of the office, his big cock still throbbing, his mind spinning with a mix of disappointment and desire. He made his way to his desk and redressed and then shuffled to the kitchen, where Zane was waiting, a massive tray of food and a protein shake the size of a small jug sitting on the counter.
“About time,” Zane grunted, grabbing Blake by the arm and dragging him over to the table. “Sit. Eat.”
Blake did as he was told, dropping into the chair, the smell of the food making his stomach rumble despite the knot of frustration still twisting inside him. He picked up the spoon, shoveling the various high-calorie nutrient-rich foods into his mouth, barely tasting it as he chewed and swallowed, desperate to finish and get out of his head.
But Zane had other plans. As Blake ate, Zane moved behind him, his hands finding Blake’s shoulders, massaging the tense muscles, his fingers digging in just enough to send sparks of pain-pleasure shooting through Blake’s nerves. “Looks like Big Ryan got you all riled up with his monthly measurement session,” Zane murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr. “Got you all hot and bothered, didn’t he?”
Blake nodded, his mouth full, a muffled groan escaping him as Zane’s hands moved lower, sliding down his chest, his fingers brushing over Blake’s nipples, sending a jolt of heat straight to his still-aching cock.
Zane’s grin widened, his hands sliding even lower, teasing the line of hair that trailed down Blake’s belly under his polo shirt, stopping just above the throbbing hardness of his cock. “Betcha want some relief, huh? Betcha want me to take care of that aching big dick of yours. I can see it throbbing in your pants.”
Blake moaned around a mouthful of food, his hips bucking involuntarily, desperate for more, for anything to ease the aching need that had been building since Ryan’s office. But Zane’s hands stayed teasingly close, never quite touching where Blake wanted, where he needed.
“Uh-uh,” Zane chided, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Not till you finish your meal, pup. You got to fuel up if you want to grow big and strong, right?”
Blake whined, his body trembling with frustration, but he forced himself to keep eating, shoveling down the food as fast as he could, chewing the required minimum number of times as his mind a haze of need and desperation.
Zane kept up his teasing, his hands ghosting over Blake’s skin, his breath hot against Blake’s ear, whispering dirty, taunting promises of what he’d do once Blake finished. The words were a low, constant murmur, pushing Blake closer and closer to the edge, every nerve in his body screaming for release.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Blake swallowed the last bite, slamming the spoon down on the table, his eyes wild with need. “Please,” he gasped, his voice raw, desperate. “Please, Zane.”
Zane’s grin was wicked, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he finally unzipped Blake's pants and wrapped a hand around Blake’s throbbing cock, giving it a slow, hard stroke that made Blake see stars. “There you go, pup,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “Good job. Now let’s see if we can’t make you feel a little better, huh?”
Blake nodded frantically, his hips thrusting up into Zane’s hand, his mind a blur of pleasure and relief as Zane worked him with practiced skill, driving him higher and higher, edging him closer and closer to that sweet, blissful release he’d been craving all day.
Zane dove down and wrapped his thick lips around the red, juicy cock-head just in time as rope after rope of Blake’s super sweet cum filled his mouth.
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Late Saturday afternoon, Blake was still wound up as the Tribe finished up their lunches and broke up to continue their day. Jacob and Austin were at the table studying, Blake couldn't help but lust after the two hot bodybuilders sitting shirtless next to each other, their pecs rising and falling in the same rhythm as they unconsciously synced their breathing.
Zane stood up as he finished his meal and leaned over whispering in Blake's ear, "I've got a special reward for you later, pup. Meet me up on the roof in two hours."
Blake's pulse quickened at Zane’s words, the low growl sending a shiver down his spine. The past week had been a whirlwind—an intoxicating blend of muscle, dominance, and raw power. Every moment spent with these men had pushed him deeper into this world of the Tribe, a world that seemed to run on testosterone, sweat, and an unspoken hunger for control. And Blake was slowly realizing how much he loved it.
As Zane walked away, his hulking form casting a long shadow, Blake’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the way the bodybuilder’s muscles moved beneath his tight tank, his back like a mountain of muscle. His mind was already racing, wondering what Zane’s "special reward" might be. He knew Zane wasn’t the type to hold back, and that both excited and terrified him in equal measure. Every encounter with Zane had left him breathless, his body aching, and his mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it all. And yet, he craved more.
Blake glanced over at Jacob and Austin, who were still engrossed in their textbooks, their focus unwavering. The contrast between their studious nature and the raw, primal energy Zane exuded was almost dizzying. But even as they worked, Blake could feel the unspoken dominance that radiated from them—two gods among men, their bodies massive and sculpted, their minds sharp. Blake's eyes trailed down Jacob's torso to that massive horsecock visible in his workout shorts, the size of it almost impossible to comprehend. His cock twitched in his pants just thinking about it.
This entire week had awakened something in Blake. Being surrounded by these huge, powerful men had done more than just excite him—it had changed him. The constant presence of bulging pecs, thick arms, and throbbing huge cocks had driven him to a level of horniness he hadn’t known was possible. He could feel it now, a deep ache that settled low in his gut, an insatiable hunger for more. More muscle. More dominance. More of everything.
Blake shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to adjust the growing bulge in his pants. He caught Jacob’s eye for a brief moment, the way the massive bodybuilder glanced at him with a knowing smirk, like he could see right through him—knew exactly what Blake was thinking, what he wanted. The tension in the room was palpable, and it didn’t help that Blake’s thoughts kept drifting back to the night he’d spent with Zane, the way the man’s thick, sweaty body had pinned him down, fucked him hard, leaving him utterly wrecked.
Blake refocused on his laptop, catching up on some work items for Hadi. But his efforts were constantly thwarted.
It was impossible to focus, surrounded by men like this. Each one of them was a towering monument of muscle, confidence, and raw masculinity. And Blake couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have all of them. His mind raced, imagining being passed from one to the next, each one using him, filling him, taking what they wanted from his body. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, pre-cum already slicking the fabric as the thoughts spiraled deeper, darker.
“Fuck…” Blake muttered under his breath, glancing at the clock. It was almost time for Zane’s "surprise," and his nerves buzzed with anticipation. He stood up, casting one last glance at Jacob and Austin before heading upstairs. The mansion was huge, sprawling, and each step he took seemed to echo through the empty halls as he climbed to the rooftop terrace.
When Blake reached the top, the cool early evening breeze hit him, but it did nothing to cool the heat in his body. The terrace was dimly lit, a few soft lights casting a warm glow across the space, but it was empty—except for the faint sound of heavy footsteps approaching from behind. Blake turned, his heart pounding as he watched Zane step onto the terrace, his massive form illuminated by the soft light. But he wasn’t alone.
Behind Zane came Big Ryan, his massive, hulking body casting an even bigger shadow as he stepped onto the terrace. Blake’s mouth went dry as he took in the sight of the two muscle gods standing before him. Zane, with his dark eyes glinting with mischief, and Big Ryan, his chest broad and solid, his presence commanding and overwhelming. Blake had never felt so small, so out of control, and yet so incredibly aroused.
“Didn’t think we’d let you off easy after this week, did you, pup?” Zane’s voice was a low rumble, filled with that teasing dominance that made Blake’s knees weak. “We’ve been watching you, Blake. Seeing how you’ve handled everything. You’ve done good so far… but tonight, you’re gonna have to work for your reward.”
Big Ryan stepped forward, his towering presence making Blake feel even smaller, his massive arms crossed over his chest. “You’ve been craving this, haven’t you, boy?” Ryan’s deep voice sent another jolt of arousal straight to Blake’s cock, his words dripping with authority. “I can see it in your eyes. You want to be surrounded by muscle. Dominated. Used.”
Blake swallowed hard, his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he nodded. He couldn’t find the words, his throat dry, but the look in his eyes said everything. He did want it. He wanted it more than anything. And now, standing in front of these two hulking men, he was about to get exactly what he’d been craving.
Zane stepped closer, his body radiating heat, his massive chest just inches from Blake’s face. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.
Blake’s hands shook as he fumbled with his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His jeans followed, leaving him standing there in just his underwear, his huge cock tenting the fabric, the outline clearly visible as he had soaked it with his pre-cum all afternoon. The cool air brushed against his skin, but it did nothing to dull the heat raging inside him.
Big Ryan grunted in approval as his eyes raked over Blake’s smaller frame, his gaze lingering on the bulge in his underwear. “Fuck, you’re hard already,” Ryan growled, stepping closer, towering over Blake. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Dreaming about being surrounded by big, sweaty muscle?”
Blake’s breath caught as he nodded, his heart racing. Ryan’s words were sending him over the edge, each one feeding the deep, primal need inside him. His cock throbbed, desperate for release, but he knew that wasn’t coming anytime soon. Not with these two in charge.
Zane reached down, grabbing the waistband of Blake’s underwear and yanking them down in one swift motion, leaving him completely exposed. Blake’s 10-inch cock sprang free, already slick with pre-cum, throbbing in the cool air. Zane’s grin widened as he wrapped his hand around Blake’s thick cock, squeezing just enough to make Blake gasp.
“You’re gonna be a good boy tonight,” Zane growled, his voice thick with promise. “We’re gonna use you, pup. Make you feel what it’s like to be completely owned by the Tribe.”
Blake’s mind spun as Zane’s words wrapped around him, his cock pulsing in Zane’s grip. He could barely think, barely breathe as the two massive men closed in on him, their towering forms surrounding him, the scent of sweat and testosterone filling his lungs.
Ryan’s voice was low, rough as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Blake’s ear. “You’re gonna be a good boy tonight, aren’t you?” he growled, his massive hand reaching down to grab Blake’s ass, squeezing hard. “You’re gonna let me fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
Blake moaned, his body trembling as he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes… yes, sir…”
Zane chuckled darkly, his hand still stroking Blake’s cock as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Blake’s neck. “Good boy.”
Zane's grip on Blake's cock tightened as he stepped even closer, their bodies nearly flush. Blake's mind was spinning, the combination of Zane's rough touch and Big Ryan's towering presence pushing him to the edge of control. He hadn’t expected this—Zane, the dominant bodybuilder, who had spent the past week breaking him down with brutal workouts and intense sessions, now looking at him with a dark hunger in his eyes.
Zane leaned in, his hot breath brushing against Blake's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You’re gonna fuck me, pup," Zane growled, his voice thick and commanding, but there was a hint of something deeper, something raw and needy in his tone. "You’ve earned it. But don’t think this makes me any less in charge."
Blake’s heart pounded in his chest, his cock throbbing in Zane’s grip. The idea of fucking Zane—a mountain of muscle and power—was enough to make his knees weak, but the way Zane said it, with that dangerous, dominant edge, only fueled Blake’s lust. He had been fantasizing about being surrounded by the Tribe’s muscle gods, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined.
Big Ryan grunted in approval, stepping closer until his massive chest was brushing against Blake’s back. The heat from Ryan’s body was overwhelming, his sheer size dwarfing Blake, making him feel small in the best possible way. "You heard him," Ryan rumbled, his voice a low, commanding growl that sent a jolt of arousal straight to Blake’s gut. "You’re gonna fuck Zane, and then I’m gonna stretch that tight little hole of yours while you do it."
Blake could barely process the words, his mind spinning with the thought of being sandwiched between these two muscle beasts, their huge bodies dominating him from both sides. His cock twitched painfully in Zane’s hand, already dripping a huge flow of pre-cum, aching for release.
Zane took a step back, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation as he stripped off his tank top in one swift motion, revealing the thick, carved, tattooed muscles of his chest and abs, his skin glistening with sweat. He was a goddamn monument to raw power, every inch of him sculpted and bulging with muscle, and Blake couldn’t tear his eyes away.
"Get ready, pup," Zane growled, kicking off his shorts and turning around, bending forward slightly, his massive ass and muscular back on full display. "Show me what you’ve got."
Blake’s breath caught in his throat, his hands trembling as he moved forward, his cock throbbing at the sight of Zane’s ass—round, muscular, and impossibly perfect. He could barely believe this was happening. Blake had fucked many of his high school buds once word got out about his huge cock but Zane was nothing like the little twinks whimpering for his big meat. He wrapped his hands around Zane’s hips, feeling the hardness of the bodybuilder’s muscles beneath his palms, his cock brushing against Zane’s hole, slick with pre-cum coating the tight entrance.
"Don’t fuckin' tease," Zane growled over his shoulder, his voice rough and demanding. "Put that big cock in me. Now."
Blake didn’t need any more encouragement. With a shaky breath, he lined himself up and pressed forward, the thick head of his cock pushing against Zane’s tight hole. Zane let out a low, guttural groan as Blake pushed inside, inch by inch, the tightness of Zane’s ass squeezing around him, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," Blake gasped, his hands gripping Zane’s hips tighter as he buried himself deeper, the heat of Zane’s body overwhelming him.
Zane grunted, his hands braced against the railing of the terrace as he pushed back against Blake’s cock, taking him deeper. "Harder," Zane growled, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel all of it."
Blake’s body responded instinctively, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep into Zane’s ass, the slick, tight heat sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. Zane groaned, his body tensing as Blake set a punishing rhythm, his cock slamming into him with brutal force.
"Yeah… fuck yeah, that’s it," Zane growled, his voice rough and low. "Fuck me like you mean it, pup."
Blake’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as he fucked Zane harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, his cock throbbing inside Zane’s tight hole. He had never felt anything like this before—the power, the dominance, the raw need coursing through him. And the fact that Zane was letting him do this, wanting him to fuck him, only made it more intense.
But just as Blake was losing himself in the feeling, he felt Big Ryan’s massive hand on his shoulder, gripping him tightly. "Don’t forget about me," Ryan growled, his voice sending a shiver down Blake’s spine. "I’m about to give you something you’ll never fuckin' forget."
Before Blake could respond, he felt the head of Ryan’s thick cock pressing against his own ass, the size of it already overwhelming. Ryan was a huge man—and his cock was just a little smaller than Blake’s, and the thought of taking him, of being completely filled by this muscle giant, made Blake’s cock twitch inside Zane.
"Fuck," Blake gasped, his breath hitching as Ryan pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching Blake’s hole wide, the burn sharp and intense. But the pleasure was immediate, crashing over him in waves as Ryan buried himself deeper, his massive cock filling Blake inch by inch.
"That’s it, boy," Ryan growled, his voice low and commanding as he shoved the last few inches inside, his cock buried to the hilt. "You’re gonna take it all. Every fuckin' inch of my muscle cock."
Blake’s body trembled, his knees weak as he was caught between Zane and Ryan, his cock buried deep in Zane’s ass while Ryan’s massive cock stretched him open from behind. He could barely breathe, the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled from both sides sending him into sensory overload, trapped between 800 pounds of huge muscle.
Ryan’s hands gripped Blake’s hips, holding him steady as he began to fuck him with slow, brutal thrusts, his thick cock dragging against Blake’s walls with every movement. Blake moaned, his body trembling as he tried to keep fucking Zane, but Ryan's grip held him immobile, Zane began to ride back and forth on his cock matching the rhythm of Ryan's deep thrusts.
"Fuck, you’re tight as hell," Ryan grunted, his voice rough as he pounded into Blake, his massive cock slamming into him with brutal force. "You were made for this, boy."
Blake’s moans mixed with Zane’s grunts, the sound of their bodies slamming together filling the air as Zane continued to use Blake's huge dick for his own pleasure. Blake's entire body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as he was used by the two muscle gods. His cock throbbed inside Zane, his balls tightening as Ryan’s cock pounded into him from behind, each thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Zane’s voice was low and rough as he looked over his shoulder at Blake. "You’re gonna cum inside me, aren’t you, pup?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "I can feel how close you are. Fuckin' do it."
Blake’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as his hips snapped forward, his cock jerking inside Zane’s ass, the heat and tightness overwhelming him. "Fuck… I’m gonna cum…" Blake gasped, his entire body tensing as the pleasure built higher, tighter, threatening to spill over.
"Do it, pup," Zane growled, his voice thick with need. "Cum in my fuckin' ass."
With a final, brutal squeeze of Zane's powerful ass around him, Blake’s cock exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into Zane’s ass, his entire body convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm. His moans filled the air, mixing with Zane’s grunts and Ryan’s growls as he continued to pound into Blake, his massive cock driving deeper with each thrust.
Ryan grunted, his hands gripping Blake’s hips tighter as he felt the boy’s body tremble beneath him. "You’re fuckin' mine now, boy," Ryan growled, his voice low and rough. "I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna feel it for days."
Blake’s mind was spinning, his body trembling as Ryan’s brutal pace, my god how could any man fuck that fast and that hard, pushed him closer to another orgasm, even though he’d just finished. Zane continued to ride him, using him for his own pleasure as if he was just a big 10-inch dildo. The feeling of being completely owned, completely dominated by these two muscle gods, was too much, and he knew he’d never be the same after this.
Ryan’s growls deepened as he pounded into Blake harder, his massive cock jerking inside him, the heat of it filling Blake completely. "Here it fuckin' comes," Ryan grunted, his voice thick with command as his cock exploded, thick ropes of cum flooding Blake’s tight hole.
Blake moaned, his entire body trembling as Ryan’s cum filled him, the heat of it overwhelming, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel every pulse, every throb of Ryan’s cock as it pumped load after load deep inside him, filling him to the brim.
Zane groaned, still trembling beneath Blake, his voice low and rough as he glanced over his shoulder. "Fuck… you served us both, pup. You fuckin' earned it."
Blake could barely respond, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he collapsed forward onto Zane, completely spent,
Blake lay there for a moment, his body trembling, completely overwhelmed from the intense fucking he had just received. His mind was a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, but as Big Ryan finally pulled out, his massive cock slipping from Blake’s stretched hole with a wet, popping sound, something primal stirred inside him. His body was spent, but his cock twitched, still rock hard, and his eyes locked onto Zane’s muscular ass, still glistening with sweat and cum.
Ryan grunted, standing tall, his broad chest still heaving as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “You took that like a good boy,” he growled, his voice thick with approval as he adjusted his cock, still hanging thick and heavy between his legs. “But I’ve got business to take care of. You two studs have fun.”
With a final, possessive slap on Blake’s ass, Ryan turned and left, his massive frame disappearing into the shadows of the terrace. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and testosterone, but Blake’s focus was no longer on Ryan. It was on Zane.
Zane was still bent over the railing, his back heaving as he caught his breath, his massive, round ass on full display. Blake’s cock twitched again, harder this time, the sight of Zane’s muscular ass driving him wild. He wasn’t done—not yet.
Blake pushed himself up, his body still trembling from the intense double power fucking, but his lust was far from sated. His cock throbbed, fully hard again as he stepped behind Zane, his hands sliding over the hard, sweaty muscles of Zane’s ass, feeling the way they tensed beneath his touch. Zane was a beast, a mountain of muscle and dominance, but right now, Blake wanted to be the one in control.
Zane glanced over his shoulder, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling from his chest as he caught the look in Blake’s eyes. “Already ready for more, pup?” he growled, his voice rough but filled with approval. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Blake grinned, his hands gripping Zane’s hips as he pressed his cock against the tight, slick entrance of Zane’s ass. “You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of,” Blake muttered, his voice low, filled with a confidence he hadn’t known he possessed.
Zane’s chuckle deepened, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he pushed back against Blake’s cock, his muscular ass grinding against Blake’s throbbing length, teasing him. “Then show me,” Zane growled, his voice dark with lust. “Show me what you’ve got, pup.”
Blake didn’t hesitate. With one hard thrust, he shoved his cock deep into Zane’s tight ass, the slick heat enveloping him completely. Zane let out a low, guttural groan, his hands gripping the railing as he braced himself, his massive back tensing beneath the strain.
Blake’s hands slid up Zane’s broad, muscular back, feeling the hard ridges of muscle flexing beneath his fingers as he began to fuck him with slow, deep thrusts. The tightness of Zane’s ass around his cock was overwhelming, the heat and pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure through Blake’s body with every movement.
“Fuck, Zane… you’re so tight,” Blake gasped, his hands gripping Zane’s hips tighter as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into Zane’s ass with a brutal rhythm. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the terrace, mixing with their heavy breathing and low groans of pleasure.
Zane grunted, his hands gripping the railing so hard his knuckles turned white, his massive body tensing with every thrust. “Yeah… fuck… that’s it, pup,” Zane growled, his voice rough with need. “Give me that fuckin' big cock.”
Blake’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pounded into Zane harder, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Every thrust drove him deeper, the tightness of Zane’s ass squeezing his cock, sending him closer and closer to the edge. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as he lost himself in the sensation of fucking Zane, the power of it, the raw, primal need coursing through him.
Zane’s groans grew louder, his body trembling beneath Blake’s relentless pace. “Fuck… you’re fuckin' good at this,” Zane grunted, his voice thick with approval. “Harder, pup. I want more.”
Blake growled, his hands gripping Zane’s hips tighter as he fucked him harder, his cock slamming into Zane’s ass with all the strength he could muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing over him in waves as he felt Zane’s body tensing beneath him, the massive muscles flexing and trembling with every brutal thrust.
“Fuck, Zane… I’m gonna cum…” Blake gasped, his body trembling as the pleasure built higher, tighter, threatening to spill over. His balls tightened, his cock throbbing inside Zane’s tight hole, every thrust pushing him closer to the edge.
Zane’s voice was low and rough as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes dark with lust. “Do it, pup,” Zane growled, his voice thick with command. “Fill me up. I want to feel it.”
Blake’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing as the pleasure reached its peak. With one final, brutal thrust, he shoved his cock deep into Zane’s ass, his entire body convulsing as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into Zane’s hole. His moans filled the air, mixing with Zane’s low groans as he continued to fuck him through the orgasm, his body trembling with the intensity of it.
Zane’s body tensed, his massive muscles flexing as he felt Blake’s cum filling him, his own cock twitching beneath him, hard and throbbing as he shot ropes over the balcony's edge. “Fuck, yeah… that’s it, pup,” Zane growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Fill me up.”
Blake’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as he collapsed forward, his chest pressing against Zane’s broad, muscular back. His cock twitched inside Zane, still buried deep, his body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.
Zane grunted, his hand reaching back to give Blake’s ass a rough slap. “You did good, pup,” Zane growled, his voice low and approving. “Real fuckin' good.”
Blake’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath still shaky as he slowly pulled out of Zane’s ass, his cock slick with cum and sweat. He stepped back, his legs weak, his body spent but satisfied. He had never felt anything like this before—the power, the dominance, the sheer intensity of being surrounded by these muscle gods, of taking what he wanted from them.
Zane straightened up, turning to face Blake with a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You’ve come a long way, pup,” Zane muttered, his voice thick with approval as he reached out, giving Blake’s shoulder a rough squeeze. “You’re one of us now.”
Blake’s chest swelled with pride at Zane’s words, his heart racing as he realized just how far he had come in such a short time. He was no longer the shy, uncertain boy he had been when he first arrived. Now, he was part of something bigger, something raw and primal—a world of muscle, power, and dominance.
And he couldn’t wait for more.
