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"This tastes like dish water: you are a terrible barista." Nathaniel poured the cup of coffee down the sink, moving closer to cup his employee's cheek, "But you are an incredible fuck!"

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"Closing time was twenty minutes ago." Nathaniel approached Leo with a playful smile. His deal with the man had been lucrative; his newfound creativity, and flare for business, had rapidly escalated plans to expand the number of locations. "My employees were getting antsy, so I sent them home." He took Leo's cup and saucer, and placed with the other dirty dishes. "What can I do for you, handsome? Want a sweet treat -- on the house?"

"A little rough? Pretty sure your balls are now imprinted on my chin from how hard they were slapping against me."

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"If only I had a prostate in my throat." Blake nodded as he walked over to Zeke's desk and bent himself across it. "It's all yours, boss." He started to reach into his pocket, "Condom or no?"

"you say that like you don't take pleasure from sucking my cock" Zeke said cocking an eyebrow. "My best employees would find away to complete all possible tasks to a high standard" he said with a grin. "And they take the initiative"

"Why am I the only one working for our time together?" He teased as he assumed his position on the floor. With each sit-up, Stefan kissed the tip of Heracles' dick. "3... 4... 5." Stefan began to wrap his lips around Heracles', deep-throating him with each situp. "8... 9."

Heracles grinned watching the man workout. His cock was hard in his pants. "Okay last one is 10 sit up" he said as he pulled off his pants leaving him naked. After Stefan was in position his stood so everytime he came up he would meet Heracles' hard cock. "Go"

"So you're assuming I will tapout first? Careful, Howell. Or I might interpret that as a challenge." Taking Howell's hands in his, Todd gently guided them to hold his ass. "I might be the best, but that doesn't mean I'm the only guy." He countered, "What would you like me to do for you, handsome?"

“Mm, Stamina? Well, we are going until you ask me to stop.” Howell admitted kissing the other deeply. He chuckled into the kiss locking eyes with the other, “Do you think I would be here if you weren’t the best guy for this?” Howell asked smirking.

Oscar handled Aubrey's growing hardness with ease; his muscles tensing as he fought the urge to bob his head, or constrict his throat, to pleasure his lover. His eyes lit up at the acknowledgement and Oscar nodded enthusiastically, carefully pulling back until Aubrey's boner was throbbing for them both to see. "Yes, Sir. Will make you feel good." Shuffling forward, Oscar pressed a loving kiss to Aubrey's cheek before leaning closer to his pit. He sniffed it with a groan, peppered it with kisses and swirled his tongue over the hairy expanse. He pushed himself closer, brief kisses becoming longer and more sloppy until he was eagerly making out with his lover's pit.

Aubrey tilted his head and smiled, reaching out to pet Oscar's hair when he shuffled closer and kissed the tip of his cock. "There's my good boy." As Oscar followed his command and took him all the way to his base, Aubrey glanced up over his phone to see Oscar still looking at him, even when his throat was taking all 9 inches of his cock. He had long since trained Oscar out of a gag reflex, so he just went back to checking his emails, moving his phone so Oscar could see his face. He took another picture of Oscar, grinning as it saved to the private album he had. As Aubrey answered email after email, his cock grew to full hardness. Occasionally, he would gently push on Oscar's forehead so that he'd back up just enough to take a few deep breaths, and then Aubrey would push on the back of his head to get him right back down. The last of his emails were answered in about 5 minutes since they were short, and Aubrey finally set his phone down. "Very good boy. I think you've earned getting to suck me, but it hasn't been that long. You're gonna really earn it." He placed his hands behind his head to show off both his pits and his biceps, flexing his abs while he was at it. "Why don't you worship my body? Kiss, lick, touch, rub, suck. Everywhere except my cock. Save that for last."

Todd offered no resistance, content to follow the handsome man's lead. The quiet confidence with which Marcus fixed his bowtie both aroused and charmed him; it felt as if Marcus were signaling that Todd was his for tonight, and that just made him smile harder. "Young one? You look around my age." He pressed himself closer to Marcus, their chests almost touching, as he swayed to the man's rhythm. "I'm Todd. Nice to meet you, Marcus." Todd's hand drifted down to momentarily nudge the hand that held his hips, hoping Marcus would take the hint and let it drop a little further. "Now that I'm dancing with you? Absolutely. I love clubbing but I always get distracted by the lights and music. Plus, I love a chance to dress up - it makes me feel cute. So tonight seemed perfect. How about you?" He replied, "Enjoying yourself? What made you pick me from the crowd?"

Marcus had noticed the boy nearly immediately since the scent of the room shifted. Now, the hunt was on. He mingled with the crowd, making his way through and greeting people until he got to the source of the scent. While not rare, people with a scent like Todd's weren't common in this city. So, Marcus wanted to call dibs by offering his hand to the man and asking for a dance. At his jest about stepping on his toes, he just took Todd's hand in his and led him out onto the dance floor. "Just follow my lead, young one." With a practiced ease, coupled with his vampiric speed, he untied and re-tied Todd's bowtie, now sitting perfectly on his neck. The pants weren't fixable, but perhaps if he had his way... they'd soon be off. He placed one hand on Todd's hip, pulling him closer and the other hand held Todd's hand. A simple waltz started to play, and Marcus quickly took the lead and spun them around. "My name is Marcus, by the way. Marcus Gutierrez, the owner of this club. Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

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"A dance?" Todd turned to face the source of the request, grateful for the distraction: he had spent almost ten minutes standing at the bar, but still had yet to settle on a drink. A fact that was quickly making the bartender lose their patience. "I would love to." He wore his best suit although his pants were too tight and his black bowtie was poorly tied, and wonky. "But, um, I'm clumsy. I might step on your toes. You sure you wanna risk it?"

"Thinking could hurt me? I had no idea! I thought only muscles could get hurt from being used..." Ariel's touch aroused him instantly; Adam shamelessly held his hands on his hips to show off the boner he now sported. "All yours." He agreed, smiling for the camera. "Will you tell me when you're looking at the pics? It'd be hot to know you're touching yourself to me." Adam turned to one side, flexing both arms for the camera. "Good, hot, and yours. Good, hot, and yours." He repeated to himself, "Hey. So. This is real leather, right?" Adam touched it in another pose, "Where'd they find a purple cow?"

Ariel just chuckled fondly as Adam tried to concentrate on finding a word, and he reached up to pat the boy's cheek. "Don't hurt yourself thinking, puppy. That's what you have me for." Ariel let his arms glide down Adam's shoulders, squeezing his biceps as he flexed. "Good boy. And thank you. I'll let you kiss my pecs later, dont worry. You're so strong. So handsome. And all mine, isn't that right, Adam?" He hummed, chuckling as Adam rushed to get undressed and nearly toppled over. When told that he should take pictures, Ariel got out his phone. "You know what? I think you're right. But first..." He smiled and kissed him again, taking the last chunk he needed for Adam to still be able to function, but enough for him to be the himbo he was meant to be. "There we go. Now, you don't have to do any more pesky thinking anymore. All you know is be good, be hot, and be mine." He stepped back and sat in his chair, pointing the camera on his phone to Adam, taking off his own shirt to show off his own muscular physique. "Now be a good boy and pose for me."

Gole whimpered, clenching around Brad, as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. "Do you feel good?" He murmured, "Am I being a good boy?"

Brad was enjoying Gole's desperate noises. He thrust up into him to match the intensity of the fucking.

"My ass, babe. My ass." Oscar crawled onto the bed, using his magic to convert his boxers into a jockstrap. "Get over here, handsome." He waved him closer, "Gonna need a lot of prep to stretch me out."

"I want you bent over on the bed, babe. No... I want you on your back with your legs speed, I want to see you when I dive into your bussy" he was smiling way too much at calling it that, almost poking Oscar every time he did

"You look..." Adam hesitated, his brows furrowing, and expression becoming tight with concentration. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything that could adequately describe his Sir. "Hot. Really, really hot. Your pecs are massive: they look so... Kiss-able?" Adam almost tripped as he tried to jump out of his boxers, turning his back on and posing with arms in the air to show off his back and thighs. "You can take pictures if you want: bet it'd make good material to jerk it to!"

Ariel just smiled, letting his eyes trail over the boy's form. "I do. Very much so. And if you look good, it makes me feel good. But what about me, Adam? How does your Sir look?" He grinned, watching Adam start to flex and make his pecs bounce. "I think I could see everything much better if you were naked." He kissed him again, taking another chunk of his mind as he used his power to make a simple purple leather collar appear on Adam's neck. "There we go. I think that looks good on you. Don't question it. You just me do all the thinking, yeah? Get naked and show me that body you've been working so hard on."