Jace adjusted their sunglasses and took a long, hard sip from their capahirna. “Ah, life is good, Igs.”
“Do not call me ‘Igs’”.” Next to them, lounging in a pink caftan and a neon green thong, Iggy Astro stretched their long, muscular arms towards the bright, Rio sky. “But you got that right, puto.” Still, too much relaxation tended to dull the mind…and the senses.
And today, Iggy was in the mood for mischief.
They had invited Jace on their ‘bad boys weekend’ retreat in Brazil. El Amante, Iggy’s lover, was currently indisposed in Mexico City, doing various local shows (Iggy had slyly suggested it to keep the lovable luchador away from the world championships, which had grown considerably dangerous as of late). As Iggy was no longer fighting full time, they had decided to escape down to familiar pastures. But of course, they needed a chew toy to bring along.
And Jace was as chewy a toy as they came. Kindred spirits in a way, Jace was a similar themed cosmic heel with a mean streak. But where as Iggy was a sadist to the core, Jace (who did get off to other people’s pain as well) was a secret masochist. And a piggy one at that. Iggy had been waiting for the right time to spring their trap on him.
Today was as good as any.
Jace looked over and took in the site of Iggy extra large bulge. Looked like they were smuggling a banana in their banana hammock.
Without removing their sunglasses, or looking over, Iggy sniffed, “Can I help you?”
“Need me to oil you up?” Jace had already applied a generous sheen to their buff, alabaster body.
Iggy rolled their eyes. “Someone is horny.” But, perhaps it was time for indulgence. A little afternoon snack. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Nope!”
“Heh. Good.” Iggy reached over to their companion and occasional sparring body and slid their hand down their trunks. “Feels like you’ve been bad. Hard already? Show some restraint.”
Jace let out a soft moan. “Please, like you aren’t?”
“Oh, I’m just thick where it counts.” Iggy tugged the hem of their thong down, giving a sneak peek of their base. The skimpy bit of fabric could barely hold it back. “Trust me, when I get hard, this thing basically snaps off. I’d say it’s embarrassing but…” They removed their sunglasses and flashed Jace their cunning eyes and devious smile, “When I whip it out, someone’s getting punished. Or pleasured. Or both.”
Jace snickered as he got up. “Both. I like both.”
Iggy motioned for Jace to come forward. Iggy took his prize, and pulled in Jace for a passionate kiss.
“Fuck,” Jace moaned. “How are you so hot?”
“Mmm. A good diet,” Iggy answered, before tonguing Jace’s mouth.
Jace straddled him, rocking back and forth. “Should we do this now?”
Iggy thought about it, then shoved Jace off. “Nah. I got my friend coming over later.”
“Oooh! Tell me more about this friend,” Jace said, tugging themselves.
“Oh, you’ll love him. His big, muscular, and has a huge cock. Even bigger than mine, if you can believe it.” Iggy leaned forward. “And he likes bad boys.”
“I’m bad boys!” Jace said, drooling. But his desires turned to simpler cravings. He scratched his abs, lazily, looking around the balcony. “ Hey Iggy, where are your cigs?”
Iggy groaned, and not in the sexy way. “Viki and I made a New Years resolution to quit. I realized getting lung cancer would be a terribly boring way to die. A little green mistress now and then is fine though.”
Jace bit his lips. “Oooh, a little toke and fuck. Sounds hot.”
“Oh you. My grinder is somewhere on the counter. If you find it it’s yours.”
“Thanks.”
“And don’t tell me I don’t do you any favors, basic boy.” Iggy stood up and stretched. “Iggy Astro is a heel, but a generous one.”
“Yeah…yeah…” Feeling cheeky, Jacey slid down the back of his moon print speedo and showed Iggy his own full moon. “I got your payment right here.”
Igyg smirked. “Be very careful what you wish for.”
As Jace went indoors to smoke Iggy’s weed, the buff, pink haired stud heard the sound of a car door shutting. Smiling wickedly, they leaned over the balcony and looked down at the giant, beautiful, bodybuilder stepping out from the taxi (and leaving a generous tip). He looked like a Romance novel cover came to life…and proceeded to go on a serious juicing cycle. He was also dressed to the nines, and beautiful.
“Olá,” the deep-voiced spellbreaker said. “How’s my penthouse treating you? You have spilled anything on my upholstered couch…or my bodybuilding trophies…have you?”
“No, but there’s a few things I’d like to spill once you get up here, Apollo Champion. “Iggy blew him a kiss–a quite literal construct of light–that floated down and landed on the buff man’s cheek. “Thanks for lending us the place for the weekend. Now, strip off your clothes and join us in the hot tub will you?”
The pretty man scratched his pretty hair. “Uh…us? You brought a friend? Well, I guess I said you could bring a plus one, didn’t I…”
“A little treat for us,” Iggy said. They could feel the devil horns starting to form. “He’s young, dumb, and about to be full of our cum.”
“My favorite! I’m coming right up.”
“Heheh. Perfect…”
Inside what Jace had already referred to as Iggy’s ‘porn star penthouse’, the punkish spellbreaker snooped around the kitchen. Whoever owned the place, they had good taste. They also had a glass case full of shiny trophies. Bodybuilding, wrestling, and spellbreaking, it looked like. They also had a plethora of black and white portraits on the wall–artistic close ups of quite possibly the biggest, bulgiest muscles Jace had ever seen.
“Shit, I’d like to see the model.” Jace’s cocked twitched at the prospect. Then, their eyes landed on the coffee table. Next to some male model mags was a shiny, attractive, golden thong.
Jace’s eyes lit up. “Oooh what have we here?” Jace’s eyes went between the thong and the grand, standing mirror positioned in the corner (whoever owned this place must have thought highly of themself, Jace thought). He looked around, corner to corner, for signs anybody might be watching. Fortunately, Iggy was too much of a hedonist to move when the sun was positioned just well enough to give them a golden tan, so Jace knew he could seize the moment.
Snickering like a naughty school boy, Jace stripped down his black speedo, getting a good look at this plump ass in the mirror. “Leg day been treating this badboy good,” he said, giving himself a tender smack. For good measure, he gave his long cock a few good strokes. “Man, everybody wants to get fucked by Moonshot Jace. A god like me deserves something nice, skimpy, and golden like this number here.”
Carefully, Jace slipped on the thong. It was…a bit roomy in the pouch. He growled. We can’t all be horses, I guess. But the skimpy number looked good on him. His ass ate up the strap.
“Golden boy central,” Jace said, striking a few bodybuilder poses for the mirror, pumping out his pecs and flaring his lats. “Fuck yeah! Look at that stud. I’m turning myself on!”
Then, a deep voice. “Hey..is that mine?”
Flinching, Jace looked up into the reflection, at the massive, unreal beast that had just appeared in the entrance doorway. He hadn’t even heard the dude come in! Jace was startled, not only by the hunk’s appearance, but also his size…and girth! He was a bodybuilder, that much was for sure. He was almost a mutant. His long, blonde hair dangled down his pectoral, which were so full and big that his luscious locks actually hung off the edges of his round chest like they were shelves. Abs sculpted. Legs the size of actual trees. And then, lower.
“Holy….FUCK.”
Now Jace realized who the thong currently wrapped around his junk belonged to. Horse? More like an elephant. The giant man wasn’t packing heat, he was carrying a whole battalion. Not even erect, his penis was an almost obscene–priapal mass at least a foot long and several centimeters of girth across. Thank goodness he was so big, Jace thought, or else the man might topple over with that anchor.
Confused, the giant bodybuilder–nothing to say of his model-like looks–stared dumbly at Jace, scratching his head. “Hey waitaminute…that IS my thong!”
Squinting, Jace bit his lip. “Oh shit.”
The giant man growled softly, giving Jace a dark sneer. He walked over, his arms spread out like he was carrying two boulders tucked beneath his pits. Jace could almost feel the floor move with each of his footfalls. “And you’re posing in front of MY mirror too?” The man said, moving abruptly to the left and crossing his arms over his massive chest. As he moved, his cock slammed into Jace’s pouch–indirectly illustrating the size difference between them.
Pretending to walk in on a scene that they hadn’t planned, Iggy sauntered gingerly through the balcony doorway, butt ass naked (and their own impressive member swaying pendulously beneath their knees). “Oh, Jacey, what a naughty, naughty house guest.”
Jace, the color draining from his already pale, swimmer’s build, looked to his so-called friend, and glared. “Did you plan this?
“Why, whatever would you mean?” Iggy said, playing dumb. “Not my fault you’re into putting on other people’s property. Property I just happened to know you couldn’t resist, naughty kitten.”
Smiling, Apollo cracked his knuckles. “I was gonna call you out for being a rude, puny kid. But you might have just made my afternoon a whole lot more interesting.”
Iggy gave trembling Jace a Cheshire cat grin. “Jace, this is my friend…Apollo Champion. He’s a solid gold heavy weight in the spellbreaking league. A professional bodybuilder. And sometimes pornstar. I think he won…what was the category…’hole wrecker of the year’? And it looks like you’re wearing his favorite posing thong in front of his precious mirror.”
Jace bent backwards, putting his hands up in defense. “Er…I can explain, Mr. Apollo, sir.”
“Blasphemer,” Apollo roared. And it was then Jace matched hisbuild to all the studly portraits on the wall. “How dare you flex your puny muscles in front of my mirror.” He stepped forward, pressing his massive cock against Jace’s torso. Jace felt it suddenly get harder, no doubt with Apollo picturing the punishment he was about to give him. To add insult, the giant beast of a man leaked a fresh stream of sticky fluid down his abs, already marking the punk for a beatdown.
“I’m gonna have to crush you now, kid.”
“Wh…wait! I think there’s a misunderstanding.”
The giant man wrapped his giant hand around Jace’s neck and promptly shoved his forearm under his chin, the other around his neck, putting him into a smothering, oily guillotine. The pressure was instantaneous. Jace squeaked, and then went limp in the giant’s arms in seconds.
“Damn, Apollo.” Iggy whistled. “He already passed out.”
Apollo laughed to himself, bouncing his giant pecs in the mirror, watching the oil splash off them and onto Jace’s trembling, already unconscious body. “That’s right! No fight. Instant KO. Apollo Champion style!” Apollo planted his barefoot on Jace’s back, and began to go through a series of poses, in the mirror, his chest like two oiled up boulders, and his biceps glistening with his bodybuilder oil. “Fuck yeah,” he said, watching himself get harder. Again, his massive member dripped precum onto Jace’s back in a humiliating fashion, showcasing this massive, roided god’s virility.
And as if to bring the statement home…
Apollo rolled the drooling Jace over with his foot. “Cocky boy,” he laughed, bending over and scooping Jace up over his shoulder like as a sack of flour. He slapped his ass, leaving a big red print.
“Agh!” Jace’s eyes snapped open. “H…hey! Let me down!”
“Oh, I’ll let you down,” the giant man, once again slapping Jace’s posterior (for posterity). “Come with me, boy. Your transgression deserves a bigger punishment. Taking you to my fun room.”
“Nooo! I don’t want to see the fun room!”
Iggy gladly opened the door at the end of the hallway, indulging in the sight of Jace kicking his muscular legs in the air helplessly. “This is where the fun happens,” Iggy winked. “Apollo’s private mat room.”
Blue mats in a room decorated with marble walls, lined with gold trim. The arena of a god.
“This’ll wake ya up!” Apollo said, bringing Jace’s back down across his knee.
“GAH!” Jace cried out, rolling off. “My back!”
“Hahahaha!” Apollo laughed, with Iggy’s arm around their neck. “Now, let’s do some more wrestling. What do you say we oil him up with our special concoction?”
Iggy held Jace’s arms down while Apollo squirted a pleasantly scented fluid into his hands and began rubbing Jace’s lithe torso, top to bottom. Whatever the fluid, it felt warm, and filled Jace with a tranquil sense of arousal. “Ohhhh fuck,” he said, his skin tingling. Despite himself, his erection returned in full force.
“Can’t wrestle without some good ol’ Eros Juice,” Apollo laughed. “This oil is an af…afrr…”
“Aphrodisiac,” Iggy said, letting his captive go, and generously applying some of the oil on himself. “I bathe in the stuff. That’s why I’m always horny.”
Jace had enough of this. He slipped out of Apollo’s grasp. “You want to play, big boys?” He said, grinning. He stroked himself off in front of Apollo, who seemed generally impressed at the kid’s stamina. “I like it rough, but I dish it back even rougher.”
“Fuck yeah!” Apollo said, bouncing his pecs, and flexing. “That’s what I like to hear, boy!”
Suddenly, Jace began to glow. “The sun ain’t no substitute for the moon, but all that tanning did me some wonders.” He charged forward.
Apollo was ready. He grabbed Jace around the waist, but the young spellbreaker was faster–and slippery–sliding out of the golden god’s grasp. He jumped up and delivered a spinning roundhouse kick to his face, sending Apollo back into Iggy.
“Agh!” the pink-haired rockstar cried out, as 300+ pounds of prized meat fell on top of him. Thankfully, the lubricant made the giant slide right off him, otherwise Iggy would have been trapped under his bulk.
“That’s fuckin’ right!” Jace side, throwing Apollo Champion a mockery of his own pose. “How do you like Moonshot now? I think once I KO you losers, I’ll take your prized thong collection for myself!” He turned around and showed off his bare ass, flexing it. “Kiss. THIS.”
“Grrr!” Apollo jumped up, on the offensive, and tried to get a hold of Jace again. “I’m gonna pound your pretty face in!”
“Only thing that’s gonna be pounded is that big, muscle butt of yours,” Jace said, sliding gracefully between Apollo’s legs (and not getting caught between them). He pivoted around on his heels and jumped onto the big man’s broad back, clamping his arms around his beefy throat.
“You brat!” Apollo growled, trying to get Jace off of him. “Ugh, you’re clingy.”
“I tell him that all the time,” Iggy said out of the corner of his mouth. This match is getting interesting!
Jace flexed his biceps, putting Apollo in a rear-naked (literally) choke, clamping down down on his carrited artery. “Don’t care how big you are,” he sniffed. “You’re going down, muscle man.”
Apollo shook his back, but Jace held on to the colossus for dear life. “Get…off me!” he wheezed, face reddening. Jace’s tight grip took hold, blocking blood-flow to Apollo’s brain.
“Shhh,” Jace said, kissing Apollo’s meaty neck, and humping his back, spreading precum across his oiled delts. “Go to sleep, stud. Go down. Good boy. Good muscle pig.”
“Garr…” Like a tree falling in slow motion, Apollo fell to his knees on the slick mat, sliding forward and intentionally giving Jace a tighter grip. He struggled with all his might to throw him off, but the guy wouldn’t budge.
“Oh nice,” Jace said, repositioning himself, and sprawling. He thrust his cock between Apollo’s giant, hard cheeks. “My cock is right by your ass, Champ. Bet you like it there?” He humped him, getting harder. “Oh fuck, wouldn’t it be hot if I blew my load all over your crack while I got the KO? Big muscle stud like you falling to me. I think that’s what the crowd wants.”
Iggy admittedly didn’t hate this reversal, watching it with a smile on his lips and their hand on their girth, stroking. “Fuck, I knew that booking this trip was a great idea.”
“Nnnggg…” Apollo’s eyes rolled back into their head.
“That’s right. Snooze-land, big boy,” Jacae said, kissing Apollo’s cheek.
Suddenly, he found himself ripped off the beefy bodybuilder–and before he could react, Jace found a knee in his gut.
“GAH!”
Wind knocked out of him, the pretty punk doubled over in pain. As he clutched his sore stomach, he looked up into the eyes of his beautiful betrayer–Iggy Astro.
“Whoops,” Iggy said, plucking Jace up by the hair. “How did that happen?”
“B-basatrd,” Jace wheezed. He head butted Iggy in the chest, knocking him back onto the mat. He lunged forward then, jumping on top of the well-oiled heel–while Apollo slowly came alive next to him.
“Little bitch!” Iggy roared, Jace already on top of him. “Oh, you want to roll around, bad boy?”
“Fuck yeah,” Jace said, interlocking his limbs with iggy, bodies grinding against each other ad muscular appendages inetrlocking. “Let’s get wrenched up.”
Quickly, Jace and Iggy became living, breathing art, intertwined bodies in the grip of lust and violence, struggling for dominance, either fighter trying to tie the other up in themselves. Jace grabbed Iggy by the neck, yanking them backwards to face them. Iggy reacted by locking their lips–Jace, by grabbing them by the waist and rutting them through their giant thighs with their cock, pushing his shaft against Iggy’s.
“Are we fighting or fucking,” Iggy said with a glare.
“Both.”
They returned to madly tounging each other. Iggy threw their ass back, going harder, bringing Jace to the brink. “Fuck, Iggy.”
“I do this to Viki all the time,” Iggy said, cocky. “Not even he can resist this.”
But while Jace was distracted by Iggy’s movements, the devious badboy reached behind Jace’s neck and grabbed down hard–and before Jace could fight back, Iggy completed the loop.
“Sitting snapmare,” Iggy called out. “A new one.”
“GURK!” Jace struggled. “You don’t have the leverage. You aren’t that strong.”
Iggy immediately grabbed down tighter. “Am I? You silly little boy.”
WHAM!
True to their word, Iggy mustered the strength to throw Jace clear across the mats. He landed painfully on his head, seeing stars.
Behind Iggy, Apollo sat up, collecting his senses. “Ugh…that little bitch.”
“I’m dealing with it,” Iggy spat. “Forgot he absorbs light and converts to strength. Like a more annoying Sailorboy…if that were possible.” Iggy didn’t waste this moment. Like a lion with a beautiful mane stalking its prey, Iggy crawled forward, on all fours, their wet hair clinging to their oiled body. “On my turf, we play by MY rules. And I’m the barbarian babe in this jungle, bicha.”
Jace groaned, gripping their neck and head. Who knew vacation could be this exhausting…and painful. “Dirty trick. Should have thought about it myself.”
“But you didn’t,” Iggy said, jumping on top of their prey and pinning them down. “Let’s take care of that cheap power of yours, basic boytoy. You forget who the Ruler of the Cosmos is here. Time to remind you.”
Iggy’s eyes flashed sparkling, neon, pink–stars quite literally in their eyes. They leaned forward and locked their lips around Jace’s mouth. The boy struggled as Iggy probed their throat with his tongue, and used his magick to quite literally suck the light out of him. Jace immediately felt weak, head spinning, and muscles growing weaker.
To make matters even more embarrassing, their erect and throbbing dick promptly went limp. Iggy had truly rendered them powerless.
With a rush, Iggy tossed back their pink mane, stardust glitter falling from their buoyant locks. “Fuck yeah!” they said, muscles pumped larger. A spray of precum shot out of their massive cock and hit Jace right in the face–an extra insult! “Thanks for that energy boost, bitch. Now, time for you to face the music!”
Iggy grabbed Jace by the legs and swung them around. The prettyboy punk went sailing, right into Apollo’s massive chest. The blow nearly knocked him out.
“Time for payback!” Apollo growled. “Come here you!”
“Aw crap!” A dazed Jace squeaked, finding his head thrust into Apollo’s meaty, gargantuan thighs, all throbbing veins and knotted muscles.
“Hehehe. Feels good with your puny body between my giant legs like that,” Apollo said, squeezing his quads down on his prey. He began to gyrate and thrust, like an oversized stripper, posing with his arms behind his head and his little buddy at the mercy of his legs. Then, Apollo reached down and pulled Jace up onto his shoulders.
“How’s the air up there, little buddy?” Apollo laughed. “Time for a powerbomb!”
“N--n-no, wait!”
Apollo brought Jace down onto the mat with all his might. The room shook. So did the inside of Jqace’s poor skull!
“Eeeeesh.” Iggy cringed. “Don’t…actually kill him. I know some lawyers, but they aren’t that good.”
“Aw, come on, Astro, he can take it!” Apollo looked down at the twitching mess laying at his feet. “Right, little bro?”
“Ghhhhh.” was Jace’s reply, as his body spasmed uncontrollably.
Iggy saw the opportunity for pain and took it. He jumped up into the air and delivered a smashing elbow drop, right across Jace’s prone chest.
“OOF!”
Iggy threw back his hair. “I love the classics! What else,” he said. “Eye rakes?”
He reached over and clawed his nails across Jace’s eyes. “FUCK!” the boy shouted. “Aw, fuck, Iggy!”
“Oh, sorry! Here, show me. Let Iggy take a look.” As Iggy cooed sweetly, he manifested stardust light particles into his palms.
Timidly, Jace let Iggy take a look at his sore, red eyes.
“Thanks!” Iggy said, just as he blew blinding light dust into his opponent’s eyeballs.
“AAAAAGH!” Jace screamed, clutching his eyes and falling back. “I’m…I’m fucking blind! I can’t see!”
“Stop whining–it’s temporary,” Iggy said, eye rolling and staring down at his fingernails, wondering if it was about time for a manicure. “You think I, your best friend in the whole world, would cause you permanent damage?” He then wrapped his legs around Jace’s arm and pulled back, shoving his feet into his ribs.
“GAAAAH! IGGY!”
“That’s my name!” Iggy said, tugging on Jace’s arms and pushing with his feet. “You give?”
“Gah, yes, I give!”
“I’ll let you go if you say who has the better body!” He looked over at Apollo and blew him a kiss.
Apollo glared back.
“Uh! UH!” Jace knew this was another one of Iggy’s tricks, but he had no way to thwart it, and he was in deep pain. “Y…you! You, Iggy! Now, please let me go!”
Iggy did as told. “Of course! What do you think, Apollo? He said that I had the better body.” Iggy flexed their biceps.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Apollo said, grabbing Jace up and putting him a torture rack. He stretched him out.
“FUCK!” Jace crieed out. “My spine! Okay, OKAY! I was just kidding! You have the better body, Apollo, sir!”
“Better!” Apollo huffed, letting Jace’s busted body fall back to the mat.
Jace landed on his back. His spine seared. “Ugghhhh…”
“Liar!” Iggy said, smiling maliciously. “You’ll pay for that.” Iggy grabbed Jace by the arms and pulled back, planting his knee in the crook of his back, stretching him out.
“Gaaaah!!!!!” Jace screamed. “Iggy, you fuck!”
“That’s no way to address one of the two gods kicking your ass,” Iggy said, sweetly. “How does it feel? Does it hurt, little jobber!”
“I’m not your fucking jobber!” Jace spat back. But even he didn’t believe it. This was brutal!
“Yes, you are!” Iggy said. “And that’s gonna be your name by the time this match is through.”
Iggy swung his legs over Jace’s neck and pulled in tightly–the fly catching the spider in its web. Iggy’s quads grabbed Jace’s neck, clamping down and cutting off oxygen and blood. But that wasn’t all Iggy had in store for him either. With the lubrication from the oil, Iggy managed to turn Jace over, burying his face in his balls and cock–humiliation on top of punishment!
“How does it feel?” Iggy asked, watching Jace squirm as his legs crushed his neck and his cock smothered his face. “And how does it smell? Hahaha!”
“HHHhhnnn,” was all Jace could get out. He couldn’t go out like this, could he? Face-deep in Iggy’s nuts and cock. They were so big that they were actually suffocating his mouth and nose.
“Aw yeah keep squirming like that,” Iggy said, smiling with satisfaction. “Fuck yeah, that feels good. Here, have a little token of my appreciation.”
Jace tried to move his neck and give him some leverage, but it only managed to free a stream of precum from Iggy’s engorged cock. Waterboarded by precum! This was a new low for Jace!
“Hahah! Look at that,” Apollo said, flexing for Iggy. “Here, have some more inspiration, Iggy.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Iggy said. “Drowning by my own juices. What a way for a pathetic jobber to go out.”
Apollo reached over and slapped Jace in the ass again. “Ain’t that the truth! Nighty, night, boytoy.”
Thank goodness, Jace’s conscious mind could be spared this utter and complete humiliation. He passed out, drooling, as Iggy’s genitals covered his face like a pillow.
“Do the thing!” Iggy asked Apollo.
Obligingly, the giant bodybuilder got down and grabbed Jace’s limp hand. “One,” he said, letting it drop. “Two! And…WHOOPS!”
Cruel dick that he was, Apollo held his hand in the air. “Look at that! Kid’s still awake!”
“Silly me!” Iggy said, facetisiouly. He shifted positions and slapped Jace’s face with his wet meat. “Wakey wakey, Jacey-Jace! Looks like you have more in you then I thought!”
“Nngggg…” Blue in the face, and covered in Iggy’s juices, Jace’s eyes rolled in his head as he tried to make sense of this fresh world of pain. “Worst nightmare ever.”
“A waking nightmare!” Iggy said, pulling Jace by the hair. “Here. You were forced to worship my cock. Why not worship his?”
Iggy thrust Jace’s head right into Apollo’s sweaty, oil covered, elephant cock. “Bet he could beat you to KO with it!” Iggy said.
Apollo laughed, slapping Jace in the face, side-to-side, with his giant member. “Nah, I got something better in store for you!”
“Nooo. No more!”
Once again, Jace found himself tucked in tightly between Apollo’s meaty quads. He struggled, but barely, the fight completely drained out of him.
Apollo reached over and spanked Jace’s red, raw ass a few times. Iggy joined in. “We were just getting started,” he laughed. “Don’t worry. We’ll put you to bed again. I think I saw Colt the Bolt do this to ya!”
With that, Apollo inverted Jace into the air, forcing his face back into his nuts.
“How them taste?” Apollo laughed.
“Mmmmfff!”
“Get ready for dreamland, boy!” Apollo said. He jumped in the air.
Jace braced himself for concussion. Nothing happened.
“Ha! False alarm!” Apollo said. Then, he jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling, and drove Jace’s cranium into the mats.
BOOM!
Jace’s body sprung up, involuntarily, before falling limp to the mat, twitching. “Gaahhhhh…” he said, in his forced slumber, foaming at the mouth.
“I think we broke him!” Iggy laughed, planting his nuts on his face. He made a slit motion across his neck. “That jobber is done. But…you should have the honors, Apollo. I’ll count out!”
Apollo flexed, doing a most muscular pose that caused all of the oil to spray off his body like a fountain–a fantastic spectacle of muscle and might. He made a thumbs down in front of Jace’s twitching body. “Your face will make a throne for a god.”
Iggy watched in arousal as his massive friend planted his giant, thick muscle butt on top of Jace’s poor, pretty face, burying his head inside the valley of his massive cheeks. Apollo scooted back and forth, adjusting himself, and flexing his biceps in the mirror. He watched, dumb and gleeful, as his giant member swelled to even larger proportions. Iggy couldn’t imagine a more humiliating setup for the arrogant spellbreaker!
Spike would be envious, Iggy thought. He counted out. “One! Two! Three! Hey, don’t suffocate him, Champ!”
“Hehehe. I think he likes it.” Apollo stuck out his tongue and winked at his reflection in the mirror. “I know I do. Comfy seat. Hehehe. Now, give me back my thong.” Apollo stripped off his property easily, revealing Jace’s flaccid, limp dick. The big man played with it like a little toy. “Hehe. It’s so puny compared to mine.”
Suddenly, Jace came to, in Apollo’s ass. He struggled, groaning and kicking his feet and arms. “MmmmmMMMMMMMM!!!”
“Oops,” Apollo said, sitting up.
Jace gasped for breath, coming to. “Ughhhh….”
Apollo turend around and straddled Jace, crushing his chest. “Hey kid. Get a look at this and worship it!”
“Ugh….what. Oh wow. Muscles.”
Jace’s cock sprung to life, going hard the moment Jace touched his palms on Apollo’s sweaty, shining chest. He played with his hair and massaged his big nips, turning the giant man on harder.
“You like this?” Apollo said, getting up. He reached down and scooped Jace’s ankle dragging him across the oile-soaked mat by his back. “Get up! Let’s see what fight you got!”
Growing, Jace tgo to his feet and started to kick and punch Apollo, uselessly. The big man laughed at each blow, bouncing his pecs to prove a point. “That's all you got, kid? Here. Have my signature. The Golden Squeeze!”
“Noo-NOO!!!”
The giant man roared, picking up Jace in a tight, oily embrace, crushing his spine and ribs. Jace squealed and kicked, weakly trying to pull himself away. To make matters worse, Apollo activated his powers, transforming his body into solid gold, basically trapping and crushing Jace with the power of a metal-wrought statue.
Jace’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Okay…I…give.”
Apollo reverted back to normal. “You’re going out again, little one.” But Jace coudln’t even hear him. He’s slipped back into unconsciousness, drooling on himself.
“Unnng…”
Apollo draped him down gently across the floor, and turned to Iggy.
“Iggy. Let’s wake him up in a fun way.”
“Oh I thought you’d never ask.” Iggy rubbed his palms together, and straightened out his pulsating hard-on. “Mouth, or ass? It’s your house, after all.”
“But you’re my guest!”
“I’m packing too, but….” Iggy knelt in front of Jace’s pretty face and pried his lips open. “I want to make him gag. It’ll muffle his screams once you get inside him.” Iggy did just that.
Jace’s eyes snapped wide awake. “Mmmm!!!” But his shock turned into pleasure, and made tame, he immediately went to servicing his muscular friend. “Mmmm. Mmmm…”
“That’s a good jobber,” Iggy said, smiling, head tilted back in ecstasy. “Damn, I knew I brought you along for a reason. Heard you like taking huge cocks too. Well, we got a challenge for ya.”
Jace’s eyes went ride with frightened realization…before they narrowed into mischievous determination.
“Let’s dig in!” Apollo said, grabbing a sizable toy from the shelf and lubing it up. “Here, little buddy. You’ll need to open up a little. Wow, you took that like a champ!”
Iggy continued to facefuck Jace, while Apollo thrusted his twelve-inch, ribbed toy into Jace’s hole, sliding it back and forth. “Oh, Jace has a hungry hole,” Apollo laughed, taking the toy out and admiring his work.
“Ung. Ung!” Jace grunted, eyes in the back of his head, as Apollo expanded his insides. “Fuck. Oh fuck.”
Apollo smiled, satisfied at his work. He withdrew the lube covered toy and looked down at Jace’s widened hole, thumbing the ring. “Well, let’s see if you can take the champ.”
Suddenly, it hit Jace. There was no WAY all of that could fit inside him. He suddenly worried for his health!
Somehow, Apollo made it work. He put his giant round head against Jace’s hole, and then nature and physics did the rest. Jace’s ass struggled at first, to grip all of it, but Apollo managed to shove his giant mass of meat into poor Jace’s backside.
Jace’s immediate reaction was softened by Iggy gagging his mouth. “Mmmm….MMMFFFFMMF!!! MMMMMFFFF!!!!”
“You can tap out whenever you want.” Apollo said, going into bull mode and rutting Jace raw and deep. “I promise.”
Something inside Jace’s brain snapped, and his eyes rolled back with a release of pain and pleasure. It was like a drug. He let go and let Apollo expand his insides. First hole. Second.
“Nah,” Iggy said, already close. “Look at those eyes rolling back. I might make him walk funny for weeks, but right now it’s pure bliss.”
“Welcome to Brazil, Jacey.” Apollo said. He smiled. “He’s so tight. Well, won’t be after this. Maybe not ever again. But…ohhhh fuck.”
Jace may have gone to Rio, but right now he was on another planet, letting two of the biggest studs in spellbreaking use him like a toy.
Iggy groaned. “Let’s fill him up!” He said. “FUCK!”
A trickle of cum slid outside Jace’s mouth as Iggy unloaded. But that was nothing compared to Apollo, who roared out like a lion in heat. He unplugged himself from Jace with a wet sucking noise, and a river of white fluid followed. Apollo had turned Jace’s raw, red hole into a faucet tap.
“Didn’t need my weed to get stoned, huh?” Iggy said, leaning back and appraising his work. He played with the tranced-out Jace’s long hair. “Look at that. Muscle drunk and cum drunk.”
“He’s on a whole other planet now.” Sweating, heaving, bulging Apollo said, hoisting the limp twunk up. He grabbed him by the waist and went to pumping, using his still erect, giant cock as extra sensation on Jace’s own stiff erection.
It didn’t take much. Pounded to perfection, Jace’s beaten and expanded prostate contracted and forced out a torrent of cum from Apollo’s milking. “NNNNGGGGG!”
After releasing himself all over the floor, Jace’s mind couldn’t take any more sensation, and slipped back into blissful sleep. Unconscious, a mischievous smile formed on Jace’s mouth. He would remember this for a while! (His hole certainly would for the next week or so).
“Err…sorry about your mats,” Iggy said, standing up and scratching his head.
“That’s okay.” Apollo took it in stride, and hoisted Jace over his shoulder like he was nothing. “Let’s take him to bed.” He slapped the poor twink’s raw ass. “The night ain’t over yet!”
The End
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