KOK FRAT HOUSE | FRATERNITY ROW
Brad Knight was just trying to enjoy the first day of the weekend.
His morning went well, at first. Received some stellar head from a phat-assed twink, who Brad brought back to his room at the tail end of another legendary KOK party. He must've been right on the edge of blackout drunk, because as he woke up, the blurriness of beer, vodka shots, and a keg stand faded away, revealing that Brad's seemingly cute bed mate was actually pretty fugly. His face was average, but Brad couldn't stop looking at the red pimple right in the middle of the twink's forehead. His body, which Brad thought was fine the night before, was actually way bigger than he had realized in the moment.
Ahh...noooooo. Brad thought, his memory a bit blurry.
The guy, whose name just wasn't clicking in Brad's head, unfortunately woke up around the same time he did and fired into dreaded morning conversation. The chubby twink chatted and giggled about whatever, while Brad nodded along wordlessly staring at the big, crimson bullseye. Right as he was about to cut the twink off and instinctively pop the pimple, one of his best bros--a hulking offensive lineman named Drew, barged into the room and easily pulled Brad from the startled twink's plump arms, telling him that he needed a quick pick me up from the store.
Brad had never been more grateful for his bro's sudden interruption and didn't even object, just throwing on whatever he could grab from the pile of clothes on the floor, although not before making a mental note to clean up when he got back. As the door was closing behind himself, he called out over his shoulder to the now-annoyed looking twink. "Make sure to let yourself out!"
He decided to gain some distance between himself and the frat house on Fraternity Row by going to the Quikie on the corner of Summers Street and Grey instead of the one on Howlett. He passed by the DIK frat house, giving the rival fraternity a quick middle finger before continuing on in his hastily assembled outfit. On his muscular torso was a way too small neon orange, mesh tank top that barely reached the top of his chiseled abs. The neckline was stretched out so much, his massive pecs were threatening to pop out like a slutty busty jogger's tits.
Pressed tightly against the underside of his elephantine cheeks, not an ounce of fat on those meaty dark chocolate globes, was one of his gold-colored jockstraps. They were a gift from JockHole Apparel for Brad being a part of their `Young Gentlemen Auction' charity drive and receiving the highest bid out of everyone else. Brad didn't mind participating since he loved the attention and also he was determined to beat Kyler Mills--the president of MCU's DIK chapter and a grade A dickhead. After it was over, Brad framed a photo of Kyler's pissed off face in the bathroom and it's become tradition for KOK brothers to cum on the photo.
The jockstrap was heat and fire resistant, perfect for his after-hour activities and was, most importantly, incredibly breathable. It was also free of his wallet and when Brad noticed this, he deeply sighed.
Fuck it, Brad resigned himself, then thought, it might help me get something free, maybe.
It didn't take long for Brad to make it to the store, although he did stop to let some fans take pictures and to get some phone numbers. He was smirking on the inside when one of his fans got a little handsy and copped a feel of his famous buns. One person, a hot blonde chick got her awkward-looking boyfriend to grab Brad's oversized bulge, making him really squeeze and stroke the heavy piece of meat until the wet circumcised tip poked out. Brad thought the dude's girlfriend might keep pushing and get her man to suck him off right there on the sidewalk. Brad wouldn't object to that, but he was on a mission and feeling thirsty.
Brad rarely went to this Quikie since it was out of the way, but he thrived in the unknown. Before he entered, he glanced to the right, waving at a fan across the street, and saw that a BistBRO cafe was set to open next week. He made another mental note to tell the bros back at the frat house about it.
The glass door, plastered and almost completely covered with ads, opened with a DING and Brad saw a young, 19-year-old, with the name "Gino" embroidered on his shirt's breast pocket standing behind the counter. Gino lazily raised his head to mumble out a greeting, then suddenly paused and did a double take so fast that he could have broken his neck.
His mouth gaped open, then closed, then opened back up again before words finally flowed out in a nervous stuttering jumble.
"Y-y-you're Brad Knight--ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" Brad had to hold back the laughter bubbling up in his throat and flashed his killer smile.
"Calm down bro," Brad chuckled, trying to get `Gino' to settle. "I know it's me, but take a breath, can't have you passing out on me."
With some effort Gino got to a point where he stopped mumbling "ohmygod" under his breath, but his heart kept racing and his cock rapidly swelled with blood.
It didn't happen a ton, but sometimes Gino got to see glimpses of local heroes in public like Apex or Flyby but his favorite was Scorch. He had cool fire powers and could fly, but it was probably because Brad Knight reminded Gino so much of his former babysitter Axl, with his big muscles, fat cock, and thick muscle butt. Both men were wet dreams come to life but out of reach for the average teen. But here was Brad Knight, standing in front of Gino, talking to him in a slutty tank top and a jockstrap. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.
Brad was mostly oblivious to the predatory look that washed over the kid's dark brown eyes, asking, "So you guys got BROtein here?"
Gino stammered, "W-what?" his brain filled with thoughts of how to take advantage of the situation and maybe even get rid of his seemingly permanent V-card.
He repeated himself. "You sell BROtein?"
Gino's brain just wasn't working in Brad Knight's stellar presence. BROtein? Oh! BROtein!
"YES! I mean--yeah we do," Gino silently scolded himself. "It's back there...next to the Rhino-Aide."
Brad winked and smiled, turning to walk to the line of glass refrigerator doors at the back of the store and gave Gino a show he would never forget. His perfectly round, toned black booty, jutted out like a shelf and bounced without jiggling. Just pure muscle.
Fuckkkkk...I need to spread them RIGHT NOW! Gino thought with barely restrained horniness, watching as Brad grabbed the 12-pack of BROtein. He sauntered back up to the counter to pay, where Gino noticed that the beefcake had no wallet and quickly came up with a devious plan.
"Hey bro," Brad flashed his pearly whites again, drawing Gino's attention immediately and he knew that this wouldn't take long. "Looks like I forgot my wallet. I had to leave my place real quick, there was this...phat as fuck babe, you know, but maybe you could let me take these for...free?"
He was hoping that the kid would let him take the drinks without paying, but he noticed Gino hesitating and decided to sweeten the deal.
"I could even let you take a selfie with me, maybe a video for your buddies?" Gino lit up then surprised Brad.
"I got something better in mind...how about you pop off that slutty jockstrap and let me take a ride on that cock I've seen so much before?" Gino grinned wickedly, the counter hiding the tent in his pants.
Brad wanted to argue. Gino saw the thought pass through the jock's head and add, "And if you want to leave without paying, just know we record all transactions here at Quikie." Pointing up at the security cam pointed right at the pay counter.
This fucking kid. [sigh] Fine! Whatever! Might give me some time for that guy back at the house to be gone by now. God, I hope Tyler kicked him out--can't have the accounts and blogs talking about my new pimple-faced fuckbuddy.
"Ok fine, didn't get a chance to unload my balls this morning, BUT you better not start acting all clingy and shit afterwards." Brad stated flatly.
"Sure whatever, go flip that sign over." Gino wasn't really listening to what Brad was saying as his mind was finally realizing that Brad Knight was going to fuck his ass!
Brad flipped the open sign to `closed' and walked around the counter, where Gino was fumbling with his shorts, trying to pull them down.
What a fucking virgin...kinda cute tho. Brad thought, while kneeling on one knee and slapping the teen's shaky hands away. In one go, he pulled Gino's shorts and briefs down around his ankles.
SMACK!
Gino's hard, average-sized penis smacked, or rather, slapped Brad right in his chiseled perfect face, leaving behind a shiny smear of precum across his nose and cheek.
"Ah shit! Sorry!" Gino blurted nervously while trying to keep the giggles contained.
Brad just glared and grunted, aggressively maneuvering Gino around so that his perky butt was facing him now. He wanted to slap the kid's ass so bad, but decided he could do one better instead.
Wasting no time, he pulled the jockstrap down releasing a much thicker, longer cock from the overstuffed golden pouch. It was 8 inches long, dark brown, almost to the point of being black, with a large vein running from his carefully trimmed pubes to the big pink head at the end. A pair of hefty hairless balls hanging below that Gino imagined smacking against his ass.
This is soooo fucking hot! Oh my fucking god! I think I might bust if his cock touches my asshole! I can't wait to tell Dan at school, he's going to fucking--WAIT! Is he going to fuck me dry!?! Oh shit! Gino thought and felt a whirlwind of emotions as he realized what was about to happen.
"W-wait!" Gino exclaimed, making Brad freeze. "You're not going to enter me without any lube right?"
"HAHAHAHA!" Brad loudly laughed.
"Fuck no, bruh! Here," Brad held his cupped hand in front of Gino. "Spit."
Gino wanted to smack himself for how fast he obeyed the jock's command, spitting out a large glob of saliva into Brad's hand, but the deed was done and Brad was already using the natural lube to slick up his dick.
"Stand on the chair." Gino did that too, putting one leg up on the folding chair he usually sat on behind the counter.
With one hand wrapped around his now slimy dick, Brad aimed it at the slightly hairy, light brown rosebud in front of him and eased it in a little faster than he would normally for a first timer. And Gino could tell.
"AAAAHHHHH FUCK! SLOW DOWN! SHIT DUDE!" Yelling at the top of his lungs, the pain making him buck away from the giant horse cock that seemed to be ripping his asshole apart.
SMACK!
"Shut the fuck up," Brad remarked offhandedly giving the manipulative bottom a quick smack on the ass. "You wanted this, you're going to take it slut."
He didn't care what Gino was feeling and he wasn't going to stop, not once he had felt how warm and snug the teen's ass felt around his cock. Plus, he had already gotten the worst part over with, having pushed his big cockhead past Gino's tight ass lips and it was pretty much smooth sailing from there on out.
"Fuck yesssss!" He groaned, holding the kid's waist tightly.
Inch after inch filled Gino up until the pain fell away to pleasure and his whimpering, borderline teary cries for Brad to `slow down' turned to whoreish, loud as fuck moans for him not to stop. He got halfway into the teen's perky bubble when all hell broke loose.
SCREEEECH! BOOM!
Everything happened at a snail's pace for Brad, he saw the front windowed wall of the store shattering inwards as a car barreled through. Shelves full of snacks and gadgets fell over into each other like giant dominoes, scattering bags of chips and candy all over the place.
Gino barely noticed what had happened until he felt a great sense of emptiness, leaving him unsatisfied. Feeling cold air on his gaping hole, he glanced over his shoulder to see Brad swiftly pulling his jockstrap up. He watched him adjust that yummy horse cock in the pouch until it felt somewhat comfortable, although it was plainly obvious that it wasn't. Brad's beer can thick cock was straining against the mesh jockstrap, trying to escape.
As Brad hopped over the counter with ease and went to check on the passengers of the crashed car. the twink called after him, "You better fucking come back here soon and fuck my ass, o-or I'll post the security footage online! I'm not playing!"
Brad didn't respond, just rolling his eyes and moving on, leaving Gino to huff and pout.
The car had come to a stop deep inside of the store. Brad hurried to the driver's seat, and pulled on the door handle, but it didn't budge. He told the delirious, probably concussed driver to hold on and look away. Holding a finger up to the car door's hinges, Brad focused as his fingertip glowed brighter and brighter until it started to melt and cut through the metal, acting like a flameless blowtorch. When he felt like it was good, Brad grabbed the door and pulled it away from the car, tossing it behind himself and helped the middle-aged, auburn-haired man out.
He sat the man down against the side of the car, looking him over while hearing police sirens, shouts, and gunfire coming from outside. "You okay?"
The man numbly glanced up with a numb expression, painfully grunting before giving Brad a short nod.
Brad couldn't ignore the bloody gash on the man's head and yelled over to Gino. "Gino! Pull your shorts up and come over here!"
He heard a bunch of hushed curses, before the hastily redressed teen with a tent in the front hurried over to the crashed car. Brad didn't waste time, ignoring Gino's angry shouts as he ripped the teen's shirt off and wrapped it tightly around the man's bleeding head. He hoped that the evenings spent watching his buddy Milo's shitty medical dramas would pay off. Once he felt that the makeshift bandage was wrapped tight enough, he snapped his fingers in the man's face.
"I have to deal with that out there, but my buddy Gino here, will keep you company until the ambulance gets here. You'll be fine." Brad smiled wide, trying to reassure the man.
The man could only give Brad a small smile, but it was enough for the hero to rise to his feet and start to walk towards the giant new hole in the store.
Gino grabbed his arm, stopping him. "I'm serious dude, if you don't come back later and finish the job, I'll post the footage online."
Jesus fucking Christ! Brad wanted to throttle the teen, but held back.
"Fuck, whatever...here."
Brad went over to the counter, picking up a sticky note and jotted down Drew's phone number. He stuck the note to Gino's chest before heading back to the hole, then called out over his shoulder.
"Make sure to call 911!"
Gino smiled then yelled after him. "This better be real!"
Brad bounded through the hole towards the destruction in the street. People were screaming and running away, a car was overturned, and a few brave (but really dumb) citizens stood behind police barricades filming the action. Standing in the middle of everything was...well Brad didn't really know what it was. What the...?
First off, it had the head of a literal gorilla, absolutely MASSIVE, probably more than 9 feet tall and definitely weighed over 700 pounds. But if it wasn't dragging THE biggest cock Brad had ever seen in his entire life between its roided out, furry black legs, he probably would've thought that it was someone in a fursuit. The gorilla cock was a foot and a half long. Brad tried to imagine being able to wrap both of his hands around. He knew that the creature's melon-sized cum churners wouldn't be leaving his brain for a while.
Brad was usually pretty well-versed in the daily weird shit he saw in Millennium City, but this stumped him. Still, he had to pick his jaw up off the ground and remember that he was pissed off at this thing, not ready to drop to his knees and suck. No! He had the biggest cock in town, and he wasn't about to be shown up by this freakshow. He readied himself, about to get its seemingly occupied attention when... ...
SCREEEECH!
Brad whipped his head to the left as a white and blue MCPD cruiser skidded to a halt and two officers hurriedly stepped out, immediately leveling their guns at the beast's furry grayish-black head.
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!!" The older black officer ordered, bushy mustache covering his grimacing mouth.
His hands and aim were steady, while his younger white partner looked a little unsure of what they should do.
Probably pissing in his pants haha! Brad chuckled.
The younger cop's partner quickly glanced to his right and sternly whispered to him. "Keep it together Maloney!"
Maloney had to take a deep breath and swallow the stuck glob of spit in his throat. He was able to calm himself somewhat, although his hands still shook.
"Thanks Keyes." Keyes turned back to the creature who was still preoccupied.
"I SAID, GET YOUR HANDS UP!!"
Unbeknownst to the officers, the animal's head was pounding like someone was using a jackhammer to bore into its skull, and its eyesight was bleary as colors seemed to swirl in front of it. But the officer's commands brought the animal's vision into focus. Realizing the threat aimed at it, it let out a deep, chest rumbling growl.
"Oh shit! GET DOWN!" Keyes yelled, diving out of the way as the animal easily leaped ten feet into the air, arcing down onto the hood of the cruiser.
The impact tore the metal like it was wet tissue paper. The cruiser's tires and windows popped from the immense, sudden pressure.
Maloney rolled to the other side, grunting as his bare legs scraped against the pavement. Before he could get to his feet, he felt a firm meaty hand wrap around his leg and haul him high into the air, and found himself face to face with the annoyed creature.
"AAAAAH!!!!" The man screamed, while a warm wetness ran down his black shorts and underneath his tight shirt, dripping off his chin.
AS the creature huffed in response and pulled the terrified cop's closer and began to sniff him, the officer's face swiftly lost what little color it had.
BANG! BANG!
The older officer fired, sending two rounds into the towering beast in a failed attempt to stop it from hurting his partner. He only succeeded in making things worse.
With an effortless whip of the beast's bulging mighty arm, it pitched Maloney like a human-sized fastball at his partner.
Gasps and screams rang out from the crowd. A bellow of terror poured from Maloney's throat as he felt himself hurtling helplessly through the air. He and everyone else fully expected his flight to end in carnage, but that didn't happen.
Maloney felt himself stop mid-air. Instead of ending up a red paste against the wall, he was cradled in the muscular arms of--well he had to shakily peek out of one eye to see that it was Scorch holding him.
He couldn't stop the buzz of excitement and eagerly praised the superhero, getting a swoon-worthy smile in response. Maloney felt his damp crotch becoming pretty snug and glanced down to see his shorts all tented.
He blushed. Oh god--I hope he didn't notice that.
Brad had noticed it, actually he felt it brushing against his arm and chuckled. Maloney just blushed harder, avoiding eye contact with his senior partner while Scorch faced the creature.
"EVERYONE STAY BACK! I got this prick!" He announced to the audience of onlookers in his typical, overdramatic heroic flair.
Brad shouted at it. "HEY FREAKSHOW! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
The creature couldn't even hear what the hero was saying. Its head felt like it could explode from the thunderous cacophony stabbing at it. It couldn't remember what had happened to cause its current suffering. When it tried to remember, it saw random flashes of blinding white lights, heard muffled voices, and felt unbearable pain that made it shudder. Now it just wanted the headaches to stop.
Brad growled under his breath. "Don't you fucking ignore me!"
He instantaneously generated a fireball in his hand and threw it right at the creature's face. It hit the mark and burst upon impact like a fiery water balloon. The flames spread around the creature's head, singeing every hair and making the beast roar in pain.
Now I got your fuckin' attention! Brad growled.
Brad twisted around to bask in the crowd's praise as they cheered.
"YEAH! YOU GUYS LIKED THAT?" He bragged.
The beast panicked, frantically trying to pat out the spreading fire, eyes clenched shut so the fireball couldn't do anymore damage. Eventually it was able to smother the flames, but the beast felt incredibly weary as the pounding of pain in its head increased, seemingly climbing to a crescendo, and the beast wanted to leave--no, needed to leave, immediately.
Then, like a ray of sunlight cutting through dark stormy clouds, a soft, honey-dripping but firm voice whispered in the beast's disjointed noisy mind.
Focus.
Suddenly, the beast's fuzzy senses became crystal clear as it felt something, like an invisible hand, on the back of its head, tilting it towards its boasting attacker. Making it concentrate on him. It wondered why this disembodied voice was helping it, but then the voice wiped away all its concerns and whispered again.
Attack.
The beast's heart began to race, its veins bulged, throbbing wildly, its fists clenched so tightly that its fingernails cut into the skin and blood dripped down. It couldn't make sense of this newfound growing anger, but once more, the voice came back and said with more conviction.
ATTACK.
The beast let out a deep rumbling growl and knew what it had to do.
Brad was so busy preening, boasting to the crowd and showing off that he didn't notice the creature crouching like it was about to launch at him.
"I'll be signing autographs right after I deal with this--!"
Brad was turning back to deliver what he thought would be a knockout blow to the beast, a bigger fireball generated in between his hands, when the beast caught him off guard.
"OOF!" Brad grunted with pain, slamming into the asphalt and feeling it crack with the added weight of the beast and the beast's monstrous cock on top of him.
GRRR!
The beast's hot stinky breath billowed down the back of Brad's neck, making what little hairs remained on his body stand up. What Brad focused on more so was its massive cock, feeling like a one-ton safe grinding against his bubble butt as they wrestled for control. Brad couldn't figure out if the beast was trying to crush him with its strength or fuck his ass with that warhammer of a cock, either way he didn't want to find out.
Under different circumstances, Brad would be all up for some guy on top of him, but in that scenario, the guy would be some dick-starved, bubble butt jock or twink bouncing and moaning like a bitch while Brad rocked their worlds. Brad wasn't up for having his asshole torn apart by a fleshy flag pole, Brad took pride in being a total top--well he had given a few worthy guys a blowjob or two, but no one and that meant NO ONE, would pop his cherry.
"GET uh! THE! FUCK! OFF!!!" Brad yelled at the beast.
Fire spread all over the college jock's chiseled body as Brad ignited like a Molotov cocktail, forcing the creature to instantly release its hold on the pissed firestarter. With a little more wiggle room, Brad took the chance and hopped to his feet, jumping away from the creature and sending a yellow-orange blast of flames right at the center of the creature's chest.
The creature yelped in pain and glanced down at the stinging, softball-sized, patch of burnt off hair, then looked back up just in time to dodge another blast from Scorch. The beam blasted right through a nearby car.
Brad threw another fireball at the creature. "SUCK ON THIS!"
The creature didn't suck on it, instead ducking out of the way and picking up a hub cap that it flung like a frisbee right at Scorch.
CLANG!
It hit its mark right on Brad's forehead, making him lose momentary focus and rub at the aching spot. The creature saw a window. Swiftly climbed up a nearby light post, it swung from post to post, gaining enough momentum to send a powerful flying punch at Scorch's face. The crowd shared a collective grimace, feeling the shockwave from the mighty wallop.
Brad felt his jaw almost break and sailed backwards right through the damaged police cruiser's cracked windshield, landing with his legs over his head, his spread ass jutting out for everyone to see. Not a good look for the macho hothead. That view would no doubt be splashed across every newspaper, news blog, magazine, and Brad Knight/Scorch fan page on Looker within a couple hours.
Brad groaned. "Ow."
"Come on Scorch, you got this!" Someone yelled from the crowd.
Brad was trying to hype himself up too. Come on bro. You're motherfucking Brad Knight, this gorilla asshole doesn't have shit on you! Now shake it off and get the fuck up!!
With a pained grunt, he'd almost extricated himself from the car when a great shadow fell over him, drawing a curse from his lips. The creature peeled back the roof of the car like it was opening a can of sardines, and Brad was once again pinned down.
"GRAAAARRRR!!!"
Spittle splashed on Brad's face, making him grimace from the smell.
"Get away from me...you stupid fucking ape!!" Brad growled back, taking a deep breath and concentrating. He was going to light the bastard up.
Smoke wafted off his body for a moment as he tried to do a full body ignition, but suddenly Brad felt light-headed and slightly dizzy. He took another deep breath and tried to concentrate again, but that just made the fuzziness worse as he got a big whiff of the thick heavy musk flowing from the beast's pores.
What's happening to me? Brad asked himself as the panic rose. It smells so strong...it's intoxicating! I can feel him getting heavier! I can't...can't! The strength in his beefy arms was gradually fading away, until he could barely keep the immense weight above from crushing him. I need to get away from him, gotta hold my breath!
That seemed to work with his head becoming a little bit clearer, then the beast's fur scratched his sensitive nipples making Brad gasp. The last remaining iota of strength disappeared instantly and Brad went from pushing against the beast to holding onto it, although he wouldn't admit it.
God...this fucker is so...BIG! Brad thought. It's like it has muscles underneath its muscles, just built to be powerful. So...fucking...powerful...NO! I need to focus, I gotta think, how am I going to get out of this. I gotta...I need to, to...uh w-what was I doing...I was thinking, I guess? With a start, Brad came to a realization. Damn, my cock is so fucking hard right now!
His cock was hard, hard as rock and trying its best to tear a hole through the skin tight mesh pouch of the golden jockstrap. Precum flowed freely, making the mesh fabric trapping his cock glisten, and he could feel his balls aching, fresh cum brewing in there just waiting to jet. The beast's stiff black fur brushed against Brad's chest again, forcing him to bite back a moan that almost slipped out.
Brad Knight doesn't moan like that, he said to himself, even if he really, REALLY wanted to. Brad couldn't help but think: Maybe just one little, tiny moan wouldn't hurt?
Brad wouldn't be able to think about it anymore because his mouth made the decision for him, letting out a decidedly feminine-sounding noise. "Ah!"
It surprised and scared him, although a part of Brad didn't really mind, wanting to submit.
Oh fuck no! Brad worked to come to his senses. Brad fucking Knight--all-American football player, big dick swinging, pussy-hound with a body count of 500 and climbing will NEVER fucking submit! Even to this...big, strong, hung like hell and smelling soooo good...like salt and sweat and DICK!
"Fuck me!" Brad surprised himself again, muttering out the two words that he had never said in his entire time as a self-proclaimed and practically confirmed "sex god."
Brad didn't know if the creature could even understand what he had just begged for so meekly, but the voice directing its actions knew exactly what was said and decided to oblige the sexy hero. Even disembodied voices were horny bastards.
TONGUE THAT SLUTTY HOLE.
The beast grunted and lifted up off Brad, who was so drunk on its alcoholic scent that he didn't think about trying to escape and just laid there. He watched as a long slithering pink tongue slipped out from the beast's fat black lips and was shoved right into his gaping mouth.
"MNH!" Brad mumbled through a mouthful, and then some, of beastly tonguing.
Brad was taken aback, but insanely turned on and his dick burped out a big glob of precum into the drenched jockstrap. He could feel the wide slimy appendage searching around in his mouth, swiping from side to side then prodding against the back of his throat. The steamy one-sided face sucking lasted for a few minutes and the lewd wet slurping echoed on the quiet street. The growing crowd looked on from the sidelines with bated breath, stiff tents, and wet crotches.
When the beast finally pulled back, Brad was flushed and gasping for air, trying and failing to say "don't stop". A steady stream of drool fell down on him and he caught a good amount with his tongue. The beast moved lower, letting its slimy tongue trail downwards over the hero's chocolate chiseled torso, passing his perky nipples and restrained dick. Brad bucked and whimpered that his cock was being ignored, but the beast had a final destination to get to.
It paused there for what was no more than a few seconds, but for a horny-as-fuck Brad it felt like an eternity. He was on the verge of telling the beast to hurry the fuck up, when it's tongue dived right in and stuck its mouth to the jock's hairless brown puck like glue.
"AH FUCK!"
SLUUURP! SUCK! SSUUCCK!
The surface of the gorilla tongue was almost like sandpaper, grinding and rubbing against Brad's overly, sensitive hole. Brad went from bucking his hips to straight up writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat.
"Haah Uhg! Uhn--FUCK! YESSSS! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY! EAT MY FUCKING PHAT PUSSY!"
The beast seemed to grunt in response, sucking so hard against Brad's sweaty puck that a plunger-like suction was formed around it, sure to leave a humongous hickey later on. Then that tongue came back, darting straight at his hole, trying to get past Brad's virgin tight ring. Then the beast took another tack, taking big quick licks from taint to the top of Brad's ass crack, then right back down to start all over again. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
The hero hollered. "LICK THE FUCK OUT OF THAT BITCH! UNNF! F-FUCK!"
The beast's tongue kept lapping at Brad's hole like it was drinking water from a doggy bowl, driving Brad wild. He grabbed the back of the beast's furry head, pushing it deeper against his ass. He never wanted this disgusting, raunchy anilingus to stop. It wasn't long before the beast decided the cocky hero was finally loose enough to properly taste, allowing it to use its tongue like a fleshy spear, thrusting deep into that forbidden place.
Only two things had ever been inside of his round muscular buns; the anal thermometer used by his family's doctor and his father's thick hairy finger, and neither happened very often. So Brad wasn't completely new to getting some action back there, but it had only been to check up on his health and he always took it like a Knight. Still, he had a small and extremely tight hole. This was something he'd never experienced before and he absolutely fucking loved it.
"AH NNHG UH-UHH! FUCK! FUC--SHIT! OH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCK YES! FUCK YESSSS!!!" Brad's eyes rolled into the back of his head when they weren't threatening to pop right out.
He knew there was a tongue slithering and burrowing deep into his pussy, but it honest to god felt more like a cock was fucking him. Albeit a cock less intimidating than the one spewing gooey, dripping precum onto the ground. Brad didn't care though, and neither did his pussy since it was clenching and unclenching around the beast's tongue. The most frustrating thing about this was that his body refused to let him cum, no matter how badly he wanted to.
"YOU'RE TONGUING ME SO DEEP! MOTHERFUCKER! DON'T STOP! NNGH!"
To Brad's dismay, the beast's tongue did exactly that, getting pulled out with a loud wet SPLAT from the hero's delicious tasting pussy.
"MNHH--! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T FUCKING STOP, YOU DUMB FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
The beast didn't want to stop, it liked how the mean, loud hero's cunt had tasted but the voice in its head was giving it new orders and it couldn't resist. Actually, the beast knew it was going to enjoy this order, a lot!
He gasped under his breath, seeing the creature's huge, absolutely MASSIVE foot and a half long cock aimed right at his slobber-covered puck; precum bubbling up at the uncut purple tip like a trickling water hose. The creature grunted, grabbing its unnaturally wide cock around the middle and started to close in on where it wanted to bury its bone. Brad's eyes went from the creature's tree log to his hole and instantly put two and two together.
There was no way that cock could even go inside of him without being ripped in half. His jock pussy was slightly gaping from the tongue fucking and considerably lubed up, but the angry-looking battering ram coming towards him was larger than his own head. It couldn't realistically fit, and if Brad wasn't geared up from the beast's intoxicating pheromones, he would've said something.
Brad was still in bliss even as the impossibly wide tip smooshed against his hole. Then the beast thrust into him.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! AHHHHH SHIT! STOP!!!"
It was the sheer, almost inexpressible pain of having his asshole torn wide open like tissue paper that wiped away the horny haze from his mind. And he reacted appropriately.
Like a searing human-sized flashbang, Brad burst into white hot flames and drove the beast away.
It tripped on the edge of the cruiser and fell backwards, its gigantic cock slapping against the asphalt and leaving behind cracks and goopy splatters of precum.
Brad shook his head to get rid of the remaining fog and tried to fly away, hoping to get some much-needed distance between himself and the gorilla. But while his brain felt clearer, his body was still fatigued. He'd only gotten a few feet into the air when he felt a familiar meaty paw grasp his leg and sling him in the opposite direction like a ragdoll. Brad grunted as he slammed into a lamppost, bending the metal far enough to cause it to collapse.
The post fell, sparks of electricity flying, threatening Brad with being crushed or electrocuted. Brad had only seconds to roll out of the way. As the jock escaped from that problem, he realized a much bigger, more pissed off and hornier problem was still coming his way. The beast lumbered towards him with its hard cock leading the way and Brad knew he had only moments to think of a plan to finally take that big fucker down.
Need to think! Need to think! Wait, what's that smell?
Brad sniffed, then immediately spied where the slightly sweet, extremely pungent stench of gasoline was coming from. A trail of the flammable liquid had leaked from the destroyed police cruiser and ran to where he was.
He willed a single flame to appear at the tip of his finger, a considerably harder task than usual in his current state, then reached towards the gasoline trail, stopping just short of igniting.
"HEY FUCKFACE!" He shouted to the beast, easily getting its attention.
"SUCK ON THIS, YOU FUCKING--!"
Brad was cut off in mid-sentence by the sudden ball of fire; he could feel the massive pressure wave and ducked as searing hot shrapnel soared clear and high into the air, but thankfully no one was hurt besides the obvious.
The beast's body was briefly outlined before being swallowed up by the yellow-orange flames, so bright that Brad had to shield his eyes from them. He thought it was over and was just letting out a sigh of relief when his eyes widened and his heart started racing again.
"RAWRRRRR!!!"
It sounded angrier than a motherfucker as it leaped out of the explosion, covered from head to toe in flames and agonizing looking burns, its fur burnt off, but much to Scorch's amazement growing back at a rapid rate.
How the fuck is it still standing?!? Brad couldn't believe what he was seeing and didn't have any time to process it either.
The savage beast tilted its head back and bellowed into the sky. The deafening roar made the ground rumble, windows shake, and jolted everyone standing around watching. It roared until its throat was raw, and when it was done with the entire block had fallen deadly quiet as the onlookers anxiously waited for whatever was going to happen next.
The beast's head whipped around and its eyes, which were completely black, zeroed in on Brad.
END HIM!
A hoarse growl bubbled out from the beast's beating chest, then it was running at Scorch on all fours like it had reverted back to being a savage animal of the jungle.
For a split second, Brad froze and panicked; he could tell fear was getting the better of him by how badly his hands were shaking. But he knew what to do, since he did it every time before a big play during a game. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, clearing his mind.
You got this Brad... because you're Brad FUCKIN' KNIGHT!
His eyes opened and he drew in a sharp breath at seeing how close the beast was to him now, no more than a few steps away from pummeling him into the ground. He still couldn't generate more than a tiny miserable bit of fire on his fingertip, still fatigued and achy, so he looked at his surroundings and spied something that could just work. Brad wrapped his hand around the exposed cables hanging out of the broken lamppost and yanked right as the creature was on top of him.
With a big lunge, Brad stabbed the sparking cables into the biggest thing that filled his vision--lighting up the beast's black cum-filled orbs!
The beast halted like it was struck by a freeze ray, straightening its back immediately and standing straight up as torturous electricity coursed through its entire being. All previous thoughts of violent murder and destruction were wiped from its head as the commanding voice was blown backwards and out by the sudden painful surge of electricity. Following it was an echoing scream of aggravation, but it was quickly and thankfully gone.
Brad yelled with victory. "TAKE THAT YOU--! AHH WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Once more, the jock was cut off, but this time by a thick chunky torrent of gorilla cum blasting him right in his handsome face.
The sheer volume of splooge firing from the creature's massive fuckstick could fill several buckets and more, but all of that was being plastered across Brad's head and chest; the rest spilled onto the street and sidewalk creating a river of yellowish-white cream. Even when the beast fell onto its back unconscious, its cock was still erect and spewing cum.
Brad leaned against the lamppost to steady himself as he got to his feet, wiping large globs of spunk from his eyes and spitting the rest out of his already full mouth. A good bit he subconsciously swallowed and wouldn't admit that it tasted not half bad. He stumbled some as he walked around the beast's passed out body, making sure that the brute was truly unconscious by lightly kicking at it.
"That's what you fuckin' get..." Brad muttered.
Looking over the creature one more time, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was still hard and grinned. He was about to lower his jockstrap and quickly jerk off on the creature's face--a final "fuck you" to the gorilla, but was swarmed by the ecstatic crowd of adoring fans. Questions and cheers bombarded him from all sides.
"WAY TO GO SCORCH!" "WE LOVE YOU SCORCH!" "CAN I SUCK THAT BIG BLACK COC-- !" "I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN BRO!" "SIGN THIS FOR ME SCORCH!" "PLEASE TAKE A SELFIE WITH ME!" "FUCK YEAH MAN! YOU'RE THE GREATEST!"
Brad was a little dismayed to ignore his erection, which was bordering on painful at that point, but the exhilarating energy of the crowd kept the grin on his face. He couldn't not take a few pictures and sign some things for his fans, taking some time to get through the people who fought to the front of the crowd to see him. He didn't mind that he was being ogled and felt up during the photos, and even encouraged it with the people he found attractive.
One very attractive couple who seemed to be around his age stood on either side of him, giving him a sideways hug while a stranger snapped the pic. Both of them felt up his chest, rubbing and tugging on his nipples while copping a feel of the quarterback's famous bare bubble butt. They both gave his dark-skinned globes a couple of firm squeezes and one of them tried to sneak their pinky finger into his ass crack. Thankfully the picture was taken before things could escalate further, although Brad did make sure to get both of their numbers before they disappeared into the crowd.
Some reporters had arrived on the scene and were already recording interviews and footage for their mid-day broadcasts about the most recent supervillain sighting in the city. One reporter squeezed and shoved his way through the buzzing crowd and thrust a microphone in front of Brad's face that weirdly sent flashes of the creature's big black gorilla cock through his head. His puck twitched a bit, but Brad ignored it and flashed a pearly white smile.
"Scorch! Ethan Bashar from Channel 9 News--can you tell the viewers at home what happened today? Who is this monstrous primate and why did he attack you?"
Brad instantly recognized the short, slim Arab twink and his wide, bouncy backside which stretched the reporter's professional but unintentionally slutty pants to their limits. He gave the reporter a wink, not missing the rosy, red blush now on Mr. Bashar's brown cheeks.
"Primate? An appropriate name, Mr. Bashar! By the way, you look stunning in those pants--ass is POPPING!"
Bashar blushed harder, trying his best to remain collected under the very attractive younger man's flirtatious gaze. "Th-thank you Scorch."
The reporter mentally kicked himself for stuttering and continued on with the impromptu interview, forcing his eyes to remain level and not drift down to stare, drooling at Scorch's big dick.
The interview ended with Brad getting another set of digits from the older twink. He posed for another round of lewd photos and signed more autographs before flying away into the sky back to the KOK house.
Primate, which everyone quickly started to call the creature, was loaded away into a large, all-black special security prison transport van designed to temporarily hold dangerous superpowered criminals until they were secured in Black Rock. Before the end of that day, footage of Scorch's fight with the new simian supervillain was shared across every platform and forum, trending #1 in Millennium City for a while until the next big piece of news dropped. Things moved rather quickly there.
LATER OUTSIDE OF MILLENNIUM CITY
The steady drone of the transport's engine coupled with the low vibration from the road underneath, had kept the captured brute in a deep sleep. Then, someone woke it up.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP DETAINEE!" The guard noisily banged on the glass of the prisoner's cage.
Primate was strung up, his arms and legs spread eagle by titanium-tungsten restraints that limited movement. He glanced down and noticed with wide eyes that a large, completely solid metal device was now attached to its massive appendage. Primate tried to fight against his restraints, but one tap from the guard's bracelet sent a powerful electric shock straight through his dick, zapping him into submission. The man tapped the button a couple times just for fun afterwards.
The blonde-haired man with beady blue eyes and a crooked nose laughed at the latest prisoner-to-be through the holes in the glass. Primate could see that the man's name was: "B. Tynion", from his embroidered nametag.
"So I hear the media is calling you `Primate'? Makes sense!" Tynion heckled.
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the glass cell. Primate had to really strain his eyes to see a dark-haired guard slightly shorter than Tynion with unremarkable facial features, except for a stubble-covered butt chin stop beside the guard. His nametag read: "O. Loeb".
"Looks like Sleeping Beauty is awake--I'll let Control know." Loeb stated, glancing at Primate.
Loeb elbowed Tynion. "He's gotta be, like, the ugliest motherfucker that we've transported before, yeah?"
Tynion snorted. "Definitely! Although there was that one guy with the rope powers or whatever--Rope Burn! Yeah, he was a total pizza face underneath that fuckin' purple and orange mask! What. A. Loser!"
Primate watched the spittle fly out of their mouths and land on the glass as the two guffawed, just wishing that they would shut up soon.
In between tears and gasps, Tynion panted. "He was so fucking BAD bro! I mean...getting beat on your first outing as a supervillain has gotta be a death sentence! I just know that he's been turned into the communal cumdump for Block 8!"
"Oh yeah dude! I heard that guy with the stretchy powers--uh I think his name was...ah I fuckin' forget, but he made Rope Burn suck his cock!" Loeb retorted.
"I would think dude!" Tynion slapped his buddy's chest, rolling his eyes. "That shit happens all the time in Black Rock! Fuckin' Piers' from Block 9 got this one guy whose constantly in solitary to suck his cock--!"
Loeb cut him off. "Dude. Stretch's cock was three fuckin' feet long."
Tynion's eyes bulged out of his head. "No way, you're lying."
Loeb shook his head. "Nope, the guards had to freeze Stretch's anaconda of a cock with liquid nitrogen and take Rope Burn to the infirmary to treat his broken jaw! I heard he's strictly doing handjobs now, although that ass of his is still up for grabs haha!"
"That pussy is getting a REAL workout too!" Tynion quipped with a dark chuckle, grabbing his bulge and subtly stroking it.
"Fuck yeah!" Loeb's cock was stiff too, his hand had drifted down to touch himself during their conversation.
Both men were staring hard at Primate, who saw sinister glints in both of their eyes.
Loeb grunted. "God, you're a ugly motherfucker! But I think I could bust down your throat--nothing much that you could do to stop me."
"He tries anything dude and I'll shock him until his heart fuckin' bursts!" Tynion threatened, his finger itching to press the button of his tablet so the prisoner knew that the threat was real.
"Nah, I think it got the message," Loeb grabbed Tynion's wrist, stopping the man from pressing the button. "Besides I don't want to risk getting my dick chomped off and it'll be satisfying to see what the other inmates from Block X do to it."
Tynion chuckled darkly. "Oh yeah! They're going to eat you alive in there, better not drop the soap! HAHAHA--!"
Tynion was silenced as the truck came to a harsh, abrupt halt, throwing Loeb into his partner and knocking them both to the hard steel floor.
"Ooof!" Tynion grunted, being knocked out cold while Loeb staggered to his feet.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE?!?" Loeb yelled into his bracelet, rubbing his head.
Yells and sounds of gunfire could be heard on the other end as the sound suddenly cut off, replaced by static.
"Shit!" Loeb looked nervous now, forgetting that his partner was still unconscious on the ground.
Primate could tell that the guard was panicking trying to figure out who, what, or why this was happening. Then, he was looking down the barrel of Loeb's pistol.
Loeb threateningly jabbed his pistol against the glass. "DID YOU DO THIS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT? HUH?!"
Primate didn't--couldn't respond even if he wanted to. He was in the dark just as much as the aggravated guard was.
Suddenly, it was like the shadows of the truck had come alive behind the agitated guard, rushing to wrap around and ensnare Loeb's arms and legs. He was pulled back against the metal wall, held tightly with his arms and legs spread until he mirrored Primate's orientation. His gun fell to the floor with a clatter while Loeb struggled to break free, to no avail. The wispy darkness was solid as stone and cold. He tried to stretch and reach the knife in his pocket, but another purplish-black shadow formed around his neck, strangling him until he got the picture.
The back door to the truck opened with a creak as a tall man, decked head to toe in black, walked in with the purplish-black shadows trailing behind him. A few similarly dressed men armed with glowing futuristic rifles followed along, but Primate could tell that this guy was the leader of the pack. He exuded `alpha energy' and was muscular underneath the wetsuit he wore. It could see every muscle through the sheer outfit, especially the man's substantial dickprint snaking down his leg. The man in black stopped in front of Primate's cage, just blankly staring since his entire face was covered, then Loeb interrupted.
"I won't say a word--to anyone! Just let me go, please!" Loeb begged, piss dripping down his legs.
CRACK!
The man in black didn't even turn around to hear what the guard was saying, ruthlessly snapping his neck as his one and only response. Then, he released Loeb's lifeless corpse from the wall, letting it fall to the ground with a thud as the shadows were sucked back into the man's body. He inhaled sharply at the sensation and nodded at one of the armed men, who marched over and effortlessly slung Tynion's unconscious body over their shoulder.
The man in black touched the earpiece underneath his mask, rasping to the person on the other end. "Tell Overlord, Subject 609 has been recovered."
Then, gas canisters were thrown through the holes of the cage, spraying a sweet smelling grey gas into Primate's cage that soon rendered the creature unconscious.
END OF CH. 7
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, stay tuned for Ch. 8 where we will continue to follow Brad and the raunchy wild KOK fraternity! If you want to send me any questions or general comments of appreciation, just email me at skywindswine@gmail.com and I will reply as soon as possible. See you all later!
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