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The morning, just a few hours before his upcoming scene, Zayne had woken up to his boxers being damp. Peeking under his underwear and inspecting his manhood, he noticed it sticking to the fabric and leaving his groan with a layer of gloss. Surprisingly, his wood somehow retained its hardness. For the sake of his comfort, he made sure to take off his used bottoms to let his rock-hard dick breathe. What could the usually uninterested popular jock have been dreaming about? After yesterday’s playtime, it couldn’t have been anyone other than Derek. Oh, Derek… The dreamy quarterback. No one intrigued him more than that mysterious hunk; there was nothing he’d wished to do more than to get to know him better. It’d be an absolute privilege to be part of his already exclusive social circle. Zayne might’ve had all the popularity of UOlympus, but that didn’t mean much. Eventually, the screeching girls, the constant fan letters, and the borderline harassment became unbearable. Derek might’ve been right to live a low-key life of humbleness, caring about what matters most: meaningful relationships. For some reason, daydreaming about Derek’s caring and gentle personality made him wet again. Even if Zayne was a few inches taller and longer than Derek, the latter’s bigger intimidating frame could easily dominate his thinner frame. Indeed, it’d be hard to top the King. The horny playboy imagined himself getting fucked by the Greek god-like built man. Zayne might’ve represented the house of Zeus, the god of all gods, but Derek, representing the god of war, made Zayne’s “conquering” element appear insignificant. Even if his rival gave in to his promiscuous behaviour, no one was ever in the same “league” as him. Everyone else just let him dominate them, but not Derek; as promised, the King made sure to give him a good fight. His challenging character made him even more attractive.
Rolling his eyes and feeling himself, Zayne, overwhelmed by his thoughts, dug into his stash of toys, located in his nightstand. The hot stud searched for the largest dildo he could find, imaging it being Derek’s enormous cock. After all, being his first time, Zayne had to prepare himself in order to take something as large as D’King. As he braced himself to insert something so thick in him: adding lube to the giant toy and taking deep breaths, Zayne couldn’t help, but imagine Derek being on top of him. Evidentially, the dildo wouldn’t fit inside him considering his tight pucker. Desperate to loosen it, he simply grabbed a dazzling butt plug, teasing himself with it before inserting the tip inside of his hole.
“Haaa… Fuck,” moaned the horny stud.
Even if being topped wasn’t his thing, butt play was sure pleasurable. With a part inside him, he started to slap his dick onto his hand: rushing more blood toward his member. Thanks to being uncircumcised, Zayne didn’t need lube or lotion to jerk off. Good ol’ precum was enough to facilitate his masturbation session. Reminiscing about yesterday, the golden prince made sure to recreate one of the King’s movements: twirling around his frenulum, where his piercing was located. God, did he miss his guest’s touch… Hopefully, after their scene together, it wouldn’t be the last time they explored each other’s bodies.
Zayne continued to toy with his member while moving his hips. Fantasizing about the dom daddy, he proceeded to call out his name out of desperation:
“Derek, fuck… Please…”
Wanting to feel more, the aroused man snatched the dildo he initially attempted to insert in him. With the help of the butt plug and his fantasy, Zayne managed to fit the large toy inside his anus. Huffing and puffing, the weakened giant continued to moan his partner’s name and cussing even more:
“Oh fuck! Fuck. Derek, your cock’s too big! I can’t take it!”
As Zayne continued to struggle with the size of the toy, he tried to fap his long meat to compensate for the pain. Moving the dildo back and forth, at a comfortable pace, Zayne started to understand bottoms’ love for his cock. This wasn’t so bad after all. Massaging his insides and prostate, the pain slowly transitioning to pleasure; Zayne felt at ease. Intensely into this new forbidden discovery, the conqueror kept sliding his needy dick through his sweaty hand while being pounded by a body of satisfaction. The scenery of enjoyment certainly released a cloud of foulness, leaving the room smelling like sweat, precum, and musk. Zayne couldn’t be bothered by the suffocating odor. In fact, he was even more turned on by the aroma of self-love making.
As he continued to pleasure himself, his pace intensified: Zayne was humping the air and fucking himself harder. As he felt the need to climax, the hungry jock made sure to push the whole length inside him, directly hitting his g-spot before releasing waves of his yummy glaze. Most of it covered his delectable washboard abs; some of it landed on his face. Lying in his own pool of cum, Zayne looked at his phone and noticed a text from Derek:
“Hey buddy. Where are you? I hope you’re okay,” read the tired-out jock.
Oh crap! Zayne was about to be late to the shoot! Even after being destroyed by his own prop, he managed to quickly prepare himself: wiping off the mess, taking a shower, grooming himself to perfection, and spraying on his favourite cologne.
Meanwhile at Jock Studio, Derek was already prepared for his scene with Zayne. Worried about the late individual, Derek made sure to send a concerned text. The winner of yesterday’s contest was worried that his rival might have backed out of the film due to his potential discomfort towards bottoming. Was the King selfish for choosing not to bottom?
“Ugh. Where is Zayne?” moaned Jacques.
“I don’t know! Derek said that he sent him a text,” worryingly answered Ace.
“Guys, be patient. I’m sure he’ll be here anytime soon,” calmly replied Derek.
“I hope Zayne didn’t chicken out knowing he is the bottom,” giggled the French twink.
“Watch yourself, Jacques. I already cannot stand you for crossing several lines,” snapped Derek.
“Don’t blame me! It was Ace’s idea for one of you guys to bottom,” retaliated the intimidated director. “Anyway, you depend on me, Derek. Did you forget that?”
Derek continued to glare at Jacques. What a jerk. The unhinged filmmaker always took advantage of his stars. The poor jock initially thought that this porn studio would offer a healthy work environment. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be further from the truth thanks to that evil mastermind. Having immense strength, the strong football player had to hold his composure, preventing himself from beating the fragile twink. After all, Derek currently relied on this dark path to make a worthy income.
As Jacques continued to rant about Zayne, the purple-haired stud rushed into the building.
“Sorry, guys! I know I’m late!” announced the tardy jock.
“Zayne, just hurry yourself. We don’t have any more time to waste,” scolded Jacques.
Fortunately, Zayne didn’t need to prepare himself considering the fact that he already loosened himself for Derek. As Zayne took off his clothes, the top of today’s scene couldn’t help, but stare at his partner’s exposed body. Noticing Derek’s hungry stare, Zayne took this opportunity to tease him:
“Excited to fuck me, huh, big boy?”
“I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been waiting for this” replied Derek with the same attitude.
The impatient director interrupted their flirty interactions just to tell them about the premise of their film. The idea centered around both of them “sword fighting” until one of them lost and submitted to the other. Jacques made sure that he was clear as he did not want to repeat himself considering the already lost time from Zayne’s tardiness. Understanding the vision of their film, stripped from their garments, only keeping their underwear, Derek and Zayne stepped into the camera’s frame, bracing themselves to fight each other for one’s submission, in this case, Zayne’s. Jacques, noticing the lustful looks between the actors, excitedly hollered:
“Three… Two… One… Action!”
Stepping towards each other, the stars knew that it was about to be a showdown.
“Ready to be conquered, King?” announced Zayne.
“Not a chance. I’ll be the one making you get on your knees begging for this cock,” confidently answered D’King.
Strategically, the basketball superstar immediately took advantage of his opponent’s choice of wearing a jock strap. As he attacked his rival’s lips, the thirsty playboy reached for the other jock’s buttocks: pulling onto the straps of his custom-made underwear and smacking his muscle butt. Loving the attention, Derek opened his eyes while kissing Zayne, seeking an opportunity to target his unguarded state. Did Zayne really think that focusing on his most desired part of D’King was going to work? It didn’t really matter because Zayne was still going to submit himself to his stronger competitor; he might as well take advantage of this moment. As the playboy continued to play with Derek’s reddened cheeks, the latter dove his toasty hands into his adversary’s boxers and pulled out his already damp cock.
“You think you can beat me when you’re leaking this much, cheeky boy?” scoffed the redhead hunk.
Zayne made sure to establish a distance between him and Derek before the latter’s touch made his sensitive dick erupt. Challenged by the mighty King to a sword fight, the known conqueror exposed his hard wood, showing off his true glory.
“If I were you, I’d shut my mouth and brace myself to be taken down by a champion like me,” sensually warned the Great Alexander.
The confident King, knowing the outcome of this duel, took off his jock strap, revealing an also erect and slightly leaking member. Wanting to bait his hot rival, Derek jokingly retaliated:
“I already told you to stop testing the King. You’ll only end up losing.”
As they ended reciting their corny lines, both challengers lunged at each other and spread their legs apart, creating a steady stance. Moving their hips side to side, the jocks swung their own dick onto the other’s. Funny enough, for the first half of the affair of honour, the duelists missed most of their attacks: hitting instead their own thighs, producing a loud slapping sound. Gosh, was it hot to hear these noises. You could audibly know that these guys had massive, heavy cocks. As the jocks continued to swing their members, Derek showed off his skill by consecutively hitting Zayne’s slimmer dick. The King’s blood-filled sword was sturdy; Zayne’s striking attempts wouldn’t be able to bring it down. With a final blow, Derek’s manhood made his opponent’s weapon lose its hardness, limping a bit towards the front. Recognizing his victory, Derek proudly sat on the iconic black couch, claiming it as his throne.
“Come and serve your king,” commanded D’King.
Zayne, mesmerized by Derek’s own charms, got onto his knees and treasured the winner’s sword. Sucking onto that beautiful cock was all Zayne could think about. The new servant made sure he made his king proud by sloppily slurping his whole length with his slippery, warm mouth. He didn’t dare even disrespect the one who overpowered him by taking a glance at him. All of his attention was on that magical log.
Derek, pleased by his subordinate’s abilities, caressed his face. Even if he was a dom daddy, he still knew to be gentle with the ones he cared about. However, his instincts couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Zayne’s hair, and aggressively make him swallow his entire shaft as he continued to groan like a beast. Continuously moving back and forth with Derek’s forceful grip, Zayne managed to choke on the quarterback’s large cock. Derek, noticing this tiny mishap, apologized in a low dark tone and freed his boytoy’s hair, preventing the latter from getting hurt. Zayne, confused from being let go, looked up to his king. He noticed the sex expert biting his gorgeous lips while blushing, being all hot and sweaty. As both shared glances, Derek hinted his cock sucker to move up to his body with the hopes of the submissive jock worshipping his muscles. As he already knew, Derek’s body was fine art, but being in this current position, Zayne could only focus on his opponent’s massive chest. He envisioned putting his length between those pillowy pecs; even if he wasn’t topping today, he would at least fuck something. Determined, the freaky giant climbed up onto Derek’s chest and started play with it. He eventually moved onto sucking one nipple while continuing to massage the remaining pec. Zayne’s touch certainly drove Derek insane.
“Fuck, Zayne… You’re so sexy when you suck my nipples… Keep going, baby,” moaned Derek in sultry tone.
It was indeed a hot scene to witness. From the perspective of Derek, it was incredibly amusing to see a previously known strict dom top turn himself into a voracious slut. Zayne’s talented self never ceased to amaze him even with much less experience. Hypnotizing Derek with his methods, Zayne begged to care for his masses of softness:
“Would you let me fuck that chest of yours, King?” suggested the subordinate.
“Anything for you, baby,” assured the master.
Zayne instructed the King to lie on the couch as he proceeded to sit on him and put his shaft between those male boobs. The jock on top pressed his partner’s chest muscles against his member and moved back and forth: creating a friction against his movements.
“Oh, fuck…” let out Derek, pleased with Zayne’s suggestion.
Derek was a sucker for massages: usually what he needed after practice or complex, heavy workouts. Relaxed thanks to the love given to his pecs, Derek slowly grabbed Zayne’s waist and helped him increase the pace of the tit-fucking, granting himself a deeper massage. Both actors started to moan louder, almost leading Zayne to climax. However, even if the experience felt surreal, the well-pleased royal made sure to stop his partner from cumming before penetrating him. With his powerful grip, Derek grabbed onto Zayne’s wrists, previously massaging his tits, and pushed him onto the other side of the couch. With nothing, but lust in his eyes, D’King rushed to pin his defenseless prey, guaranteeing he was facing him.
“Is this how it feels to be dominated by the famous King?” whispered Zayne with excitement.
“I’ll make you chant my name every time I thrust in you,” notified Derek.
“Just give it already,” demanded the once honorable top as he spread his legs. “I made sure this morning that your gorgeous cock would fit in me.”
The King couldn’t wait and started to insert his tip inside of the bottom’s entrance. Having his cock sucked in by a virgin hole like Zayne’s was a feeling he never thought he’d experience again.
“Fuck! Zayne, you’re so fucking tight…” whimpered Derek as he continued to insert the rest of his length.
Zayne, previously preparing himself for this moment, wasn’t in pain; on the contrary, it felt like heaven. It felt a million times better than having that plastic toy inside him. Having another guy inside him drove the stud mad; a man-made object could never imitate the authenticity of a real man’s skin hitting his walls. As Derek started to thrust inside him, Zayne let out a deep groan. Derek’s expertise quickly managed to turn his rival’s insides into a sloppy mess. Somehow, Zayne’s hole still managed to wrap itself tightly around the foreign body, resulting in the top grunting with every movement. Every time D’King hammered his g-spot, Zayne was getting noisier, desperate to be rammed harder and deeper. What a slut! As much as he wanted to continue teasing Derek, Zayne lost his focus on his target, immobilized by his desire for his coworker’s length and thickness. Either way, Zayne was glad that it was none other than Derek Kingsfield pounding him to oblivion.
As the King continued to thrust, his balls kept slapping against his peer’s butt. This sensory delight immensely turned Derek on, causing the latter to strike harder, leading to Zayne screaming of indulgence. His once deprived hole was swallowing Derek’s entire cock: pulling its base closer to the entrance each time the hunk tried to move back.
“Your hole likes my cock this much, huh?” suggestively asked Derek.
Zayne couldn’t answer Derek as he was drowning in pleasure; he was a moaning mess. In fact, Derek completely put Zayne’s previous top facade to shame: driving him to constantly cuss, beg to be fucked harder, and leave his own dick soaking wet. Derek had to admire another one of his lovely creations. With the intent to drive Zayne wilder, the quarterback grabbed his exposed neck and started choking him. With Zayne’s mouth wide open, the dom daddy didn’t wait to spit in it.
“Spit on me, Daddy!” squealed the slut.
“I knew a filthy whore like you would love that,” spoke the dom daddy. “You love getting spit on by me, don’t you, baby?”
Somehow, this time, it was Derek who turned Zayne into a mess with his words of endearment. Ironically, it didn’t seem difficult to reshape that fucker into a submissive slut.
While spitting was fun, Derek wanted to make out with Zayne instead. While pounding him, Derek reached for Zayne’s lips and kissed them with immense passion. Even if this was strictly professional, he still wanted to show gratitude, thanking him for doing this scene with him, knowing he wasn’t exactly going to be his dominant self. Still desperate for the towering man’s constant attention, the messy playboy inserted his tongue to the equation, making the exchange of saliva sloppier and way more gratifying.
As the dom daddy slowly let go of his intimidating persona, the love session started to feel more intimate. Derek didn’t stop himself from giving Zayne little pecks, occasionally looking at his face to make sure he isn’t in pain, caressing his slimmer muscular frame, and whispering sweet little nothings while biting his ears.
“Zayne, you’re so pretty when I fuck you,” murmured Derek.
Even if Zayne was blinded by his current infatuation for the quarterback, he managed to take control of the situation by exploiting Derek’s vulnerability. Pushing his dominant partner on his back, he managed to hop on top of him and rode his dick like a cowgirl. Astonished by this alteration, Derek couldn’t hold off his grunts as Zayne grinded on his partner’s groin.
Deprived from touch, Zayne’s own cock started to twitch, leaving a small pool of precum onto Derek’s sixpack. Pitying its desperate self, Derek grabbed the lonely dick and played with it. Derek followed the same routine of yesterday’s playtime, debuting with his well-known circular motion on the tip. Zayne bit his lip as he tried to suppress his moan; even if he was technically on top of Derek, he was still being dominated by D’King.
Initially impressed by his attempt to take the lead, Zayne ended up angering his rival’s alter ego. As a dom daddy, it was Derek’s duty to punish his partner for messing with him. Derek smacked Zayne’s pancake butt and thrusted deeper until the latter couldn’t take it. Losing his balance, Zayne landed his hands on the couch, surrounding Derek’s head. Face-to-face, the jocks stared at each other as they continued exchanging moans from the orgasm-worthy sexual intercourse.
“I’m about to cum,” nervously yelled Zayne.
“Fuck… Me too,” followed Derek.
Derek continued to thrust harder as Zayne cared for his wet member, which he previously neglected thanks to his pleasure being centered around his pucker. Soon enough, both jocks lost their minds and shot hot loads of cum as they each uttered an orgasmic groan. Derek’s face was covered in Zayne’s warm nut while the latter’s rectum was filled with the former’s own warm cream, leaving him looking like an eclair. The satisfied, but tired actors made sure to end their scene by kissing each other.
“And… That’s a wrap!” cheered Jacques. “Good job, boys. You guys did a fantastic job!”
Ace couldn’t even let a single word out; the shy twink was completely frozen from the prolonged sexual content provided by his favourite actors. His nose even started to bleed. Embarrassed by the effects of this anticipated shoot, he rushed to the bathroom to deal with his own needs.
Left alone, Derek and Zayne exchanged a few words before cleaning themselves up.
“You were amazing, Derek,” complimented Zayne.
“Thanks, but I wouldn’t have pushed myself this hard if it weren’t for you,” breathlessly insisted the expert.
“No need to be so humble, King. You know how excellent of a top you are.”
As they awkwardly stared at each other, Zayne proposed:
“Mind coming by my dorm to celebrate a successful shoot?”
“Is this an invitation for a second round?” taunted Derek.
“Maybe. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”