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Aden's reception to the house was a blur. Without him noticing, Kane had left his side. Someone had then ushered him into a drawing room and seated him on a sumptuous oxblood leather couch. A glass of red wine had appeared in front of him, which made him realise he was, after his antics in the car, incredibly thirsty. When it was finished, a silent figure replaced it with a fresh one, and added a small glass of water too, which Aden gulped.
To his right, Aden saw the mirror, in which his only real sighting of the house's master had been. Aden's memory of the mirror, as Sir, in his video, had slowly approached it, was that it was small, the man's head having been cut off by its gilded frame. In reality, however, it was gargantuan. It filled an entire wall. He looked at himself in its reflection, feeling tiny on the massive couch.
Of the master of the house, he had since only seen his silhouette at the car door.
The second glass of wine he sipped, legs crossed, enjoying the tightness of the cum-encrusted lingerie, and the reassuring metal of the buttplug. Of the river of cum that Kane had deposited in him, he fancied that he could feel it straining against the silver dam, a thought which had his cock, again, begging for attention. He was half way through the second glass of wine when a small bell rang, announcing something. Aden felt, foolishly, like standing.
If he had stood, he would have fallen back into the seat, as the biggest man he had even seen in his life entered the room.
This was, inevitably, the master of the house. Sir.
Having had to stoop to get through the door, the house's behemoth master straightened to a height that must have been over 7 foot tall. 8 foot, surely? His shoulders were as broad as Aden was tall, and everything else, even under a full suit, seemed to be in exact proportion. He had tightly cropped hair, emphasising a square face, high cheekbones, and dense, black beard, carefully squared off, which gave him a Herculean look. Full lips complemented the full beard, unusually pouty, almost feminine, on such a harshly masculine face.
He approached Aden with the pace of a jaguar: powerful, fluid steps, crossing the room in 3 or 4 giant strides. The actual floor shook from the weight of those steps. He must have been over 400lbs. Aden could feel his hole clench down on the hard metal of the butt plug in a mix of lust and fear.
When he was standing before him, Kane emerged from behind, fully naked. Next to his master, he looked tiny, his bodybuilder frame dwarfed by the suited monster next to him.
Aden felt the first drop of precum dribble from his dick.
Kane spoke first: "Aden. Sir, whose invitation you are here on, has quite particular vices, and a limited amount of time to enjoy them. You are here to obey. If you cannot obey, then you will be dressed and driven home, and you will not hear from anyone in this house again. If you do obey, and perform your duty well, you may stay the night, and you may be called upon again. Do you consent?"
Aden, still completely transfixed by the sheer size of the man before him, nodded, eventually adding a dry-throated "yes." The whole time, the behemoth had simply watched him, his arms crossed in front of him.
"Good," Kane prompted, "you may begin to undress Sir then. Slowly, please, taking care of his garments."
Aden found himself standing, propelled forward by the command. He eased out of his coat and, at a nod from Kane, also removed his boots, losing a few inches in height as he did. He approached the suited giant, feeling small and insignificant, comforted, only, by the jiggle of his ass as he got off the seat, and the presence of the butt plug, still tight, which made him feel chosen.
He raised slim hands to Sir's shoulders, who stooped slightly to allow Aden to pull the jacket down. Aden's hand brushed slightly off the coarse, black beard.
The suit material was heavy. It was so big that Aden could have slept in it. Freed from its master, the fabric pooled in his hands, and he quickly half-folded it and placed it on the couch.
Underneath the suit, a pristine white shirt clung like lycra to a body inflated by muscle. Every inch of the giant's torso was marked by the heavy curves of strength: his trap were high peaks, guarding a thickly powerful neck. His shoulders roared outwards, bulging with muscle. His pecs were the size of basketballs, no.... larger... and his nipples, visible through the fabric, were thick and erect. The shirt, well tailored as it was, strained at the buttons, trying to hold that chest in. His arms were gorilla-like: thicker than Kane's thighs, bigger than Aden's torso. His biceps were flexed slightly in his cross-armed position, and pressed rudely against the white fabric, forming mountains of muscle that Aden would have begged to feel wrapped around him.
Aden had to reach above his head to unpick the first button. When it was released, the second button popped of its own accord, as did the third, both tired of fighting almanbahis (https://almanbahisbonus.com/) the weight of the behemoth's heavy, muscle-swollen pecs. Aden's delicate fingers found the fourth, five and sixth button.
Under the fabric, Sir's torso was accentuated by a thick trail of dark hair, which trailed along the bulging lines of muscles, and broadened into light covering on his pecs.
Aden's fingers found the last buttons, and the master of the house obliged him by easing the shirt off his massive shoulders, where it dropped to the ground.
Kane, standing to the side, made a slight coughing sound. Aden rushed to the shirt, picked up and laid it neatly on a side table, though not before burying his face in it, and inhaling the mixture of sweat and cologne deeply.
He scurried back to the waiting master, now topless, statuesque, a sight which stopped Aden in his tracks.
Clothed, Sir was magnificent: a towering, edifice of hirsute, hard-jawed masculinity. His shirt emphasised his physique, its bursting-at-the-seams constraint of heavy, bulging muscle was almost more erotic than simple nudity. Topless, however, he punctured this 'almost'. Unleashed to the world, he dwarfed the room around him, making the couch that had swallowed Aden seem a plaything. He was so tall and broad that the room itself seemed out of proportion, like a hall of mirrors. Every curve of muscle writhed with veins, and even small movements caused swellings and bulges as they flexed and unflexed.
A flash of something disrupted his otherwise expressionless face. Aden took it be impatience, and hurried back to the task at hand.
"Wait," Sir said, shocking Aden more than a single syllable should have.
"Take those off," he added, nodding to Aden's black lace panties.
Aden pulled the flimsy garment down the round of his buttocks, feeling his perky ass bounce up when they were removed. He stepped out of them delicately, feeling behind to make sure the butt plug was still secured.
"Turn around."
Aden did so, feeling the weight of the giant's stare on his ass.
Something was communicated non-verbally between Kane and his Sir, and Aden heard the bodyguard move behind him. Then he felt his hand, which he once thought immensely large, on one cheek, then the other. After a brief squeeze, Kane hefted each fat cheek, then let them drop, standing aside to let his master enjoy the spectacle.
With the butt plug still inside him, as well as Kane's cum, the movement cause the plug to press against his prostate. Aden had to clench to keep it in, causing it to press even harder against his P-spot, racking his small body with deep waves of pleasure.
Kane repeated the movement, adding a light slap for good measure. Aden could imagine how Kane's hand print would show up, red, on his pale ass cheek. Immediately, however, his thoughts turned away from the smaller man, and he imagined his master's bear-like hands taking ownership of him, and how tiny Kane's hands were next to them.
A groan came from behind him, from Kane. From the corner of his eye, Aden could see Kane's cock pointing upwards in an angry looking erection: veins pulsing, cock-head red and swollen with lust. Again, one of the biggest cocks that Aden had ever seen in his life suddenly seemed small, like it would get lost inside Sir's massive hands. He waited, impatiently, to be turned back around to him, unable to comprehend the size of the monster that he would remove from those finely tailored pants.
Another slap, harder this time, and more clenching to keep the plug in place.
"Back to me, both of you," the command came.
When Aden turned, the scene had changed. The front of Sir's pants were now marked by a colossal bulge that snaked from his crotch half-way down his tree-trunk sized leg. Aden gulped, completely unable to think about how that was going to fit inside him.
Obedient, he allowed that thought to continue in the background, as he grappled with the challenge at hand. Concentrating to stop his hands from shaking, he slowly undid Sir's belt, pulling it free of the fabric loops in one swift motion. Before he put the long piece of leather down, he doubled it up and whipped himself across both ass cheeks, not allowing the pain to show on his face. Sir's pouting lips, surrounded by dense, black beard, shifted slightly. A good move, Aden thought.
He returned to the pants, and whatever awaited for him in there. Moving quickly, lust taking over, he undid the button, navigated the zipper and dropped the pants. They didn't drop. Aden looked up, and Sir's smile had filled in. His bulge was holding the pants up. Hands now unavoidable shaking, Aden peeled the fine fabric down his master's thick thighs, slowly revealing tight underwear which had long since given up on holding Sir's manhood at bay, and then, emerging from the fabric, inch after inch of thick, veiny cock. As Aden pulled the pants down over the final inch of his cock, his foreskin-helmed cock-head bounced forward, slick with precum.
Aden almanbahis giriş (https://almancasino.com/) took a step back, and watched as the giant kicked off his massive shoes, and stepped out of the pants. Socks followed, revealing huge, hairy feet. His shoes must be specially made for him, Aden thought, fascinated by their size. He reckoned that they must be about two foot in length each, twice the size of a big man's feet.
"The underwear too."
Aden rushed forward, peeling off the sweaty underwear, which held Sir's cock about as well as his shirt had held his muscle-swollen chest. When the underwear was off, Sir's balls were released, bouncing heavily downward and releasing a scent of pure, sweaty testosterone. A single ball would have filled Aden's slim palm. He doubted he could actually have held one in one hand.
The larger man stepped out of the underwear too, then bent, plucked them from the floor and threw them to Aden. Aden snatched them from the air and buried his head in them, pressing the sweat-soaked fabric into his face. The smell was intoxicating. Eyes closed, nose stuffed with them, Aden could imagine himself as Sir: his size, his smell, his heaving pecs, arms gorilla thick, cock flopping obscenely with every step. He quivered, thankful that he had cum earlier in the car.
When he pulled them from his face, Sir had lowered himself into the couch, and Kane was handing him what looked to be a whiskey, in a glass that he held like a thimble. His monster cock lay atop the massive balls, not quite hard, but growing steadily, impossibly, bigger.
"Begin," he said.
Aden fell to his knees and shuffled forward grabbing the python-sized cock in both hands with a desperation that lust would not allow to embarrass him. It was so thick that his hands didn't wrap around, the veins so pronounced that he could fell the blood pumping into it. It was heavy, hard-to-hold heavy. It was thicker than a can of beans, and growing thicker every second.
A soft noise next to him. He looked up to find Kane, his face unreadably, holding a silver platter. On the platter a single object. Not a drink, but a measuring tape.
"Sir would like you to measure his manhood and report the figure," Kane announced. A drop of the bodyguard's precum fell to the floor, punctuating the message.
Aden took the tape and sat on his haunches to unwind it. Doing so pressed the butt plug further into him, causing a brief convulsion of pleasure. His hands now permanently shaking, he rose, then sat again hurriedly, feeling the plug move. His ass, anticipating what was to come, was loosening itself.
"Kane," he heard himself saying, "please keep the butt plug secured while I measure the master's cock."
Sir barked a laugh and Aden felt like he had cracked the code.
Kane complied swiftly, adding his calloused hand to hilt of the butt plug, locking his own cum tightly inside Aden's sweet, young hole.
Secured, Aden rose to his feet and, trailing Kane behind him, sat between Sir's splayed thighs. The thighs themselves were obscene, each the size of a small pig, and tightly defined with shelves of muscle. Aden placed his free hand on one of them, felt the strength there and was glad of Kane's hand securing the butt plug.
Remembering his duty, he took the end of the measuring tape and pressed it into the nest of black pubes that crowned Sir's monstrous cock. With his other hand he rolled the tape slowly, with great exaggeration, down each fat inch of the master's cock. The cock responded to this show, and Aden had to shut his eyes when he felt it inching closer to him. It hadn't even been fully erect. Inch after inch of the tape unfurled, until suddenly it didn't. The length of tape was too small, stopping just at Sir's engorged cock-head.
"What's wrong Aden?"
It was the first time he had heard the master say his name. He felt himself release a short jet of what he hoped was just precum.
"It's not long enough Sir."
"Could you repeat that, Kane?"
Kane, dutifully behind him, repeated it.
"What's not long enough, Kane?"
"The tape measure, Sir."
"And its not long enough for what, Kane?"
"To measure your cock Sir. Your cock is too big."
"Where does the measure stop, Aden?"
Aden was nearly blinded by animal lust. Every muscle in his body was vibrating, would only stop when he had taken Sir into himself. He squinted through his lust-blindness to inspect the tape.
"It stops at 12 inches, Sir. That's 30 centimetres from base to cock-head Sir."
The tape started to shrink. No, fuck. Fuck, Aden thought. "Fuck," he groaned. It still wasn't finished growing. Where would it stop? 15, 16 inches? More?
A whimpering behind him was followed by a splatter on his back. Aden looked behind him to see that Kane, one hand still cupping Aden's ass, had cum. Had exploded in cum, and painted Aden's back with thick, white seed.
"Kane, you may help Aden onto my cock and then you can leave and tidy yourself up."
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Then, Aden found himself plucked into the air by the bodyguard again, this time with just one, muscled arm. Sir's cock, now straining upwards, a lance of flesh, waited for its sheath. Aden's feet connected with the couch, and Kane balanced him over his master's manhood.
"Now, Kane."
Kane pulled the buttplug from Aden with an audible pop, to which Aden added a loud groan and then, the sound of splashing, wetness as Kane's cum was released from Aden's hole. Aden turned to see himself in the mirror being held over the impossibly large man. Sir's gargantuanly fat cock, the size of Aden's arm, was coated in in his inferior's sticky cum, warmed for him by Aden's now thoroughly gapped hole.
"Are you ready, Aden."
His answer, immediate: "Yes Sir. Please."
Kane lowered him into his master's cock, and, amazingly, Aden felt that disgustingly thick cock-head enter him. He moaned, then roared, in pleasure. Never had Aden felt a stretch like this in his entire life. His own cock, aching for lack of attention, dribbled a stream of cum. In that moment, he knew that his hole would not recover. Fetish, he realised, is not the making of a size queen, but biology. What could possibly do this to him again?
Kane's strong arms helped him down another inch and another, until he had to drop his feet to the couch and wrap his arms around Sir's broad shoulders.
"Leave," Sir instructed Kane, who did so immediately.
Aden's slim hands were splayed in ecstasy on the giant's shoulders, lost in the peaks and valleys of muscle. Kane's hands were replaced by his master's, which completely encompassed him. Sir's hands were the size of shovels, and his thick fingers easily wrapped around Aden's tiny waist. His thumb, calloused by a lifetime of moving heavy things, teased a path through Aden's abs, pausing at the small amount of fur that trailed just slightly upwards from Aden's tightly cropped pubes.
"Nipple," Sir said, and Aden leaned forward, taking its lust-bloated fatness into his mouth greedily. As his tongue lapped loops around the sweat-scented nipple, another inch of cock was eased into him.
"They're fat from worship," Sir informed him. "Many mouths, hands and clamps from little worshipers like you and Kane, desperate to please me."
Aden unlatched. "I'm desperate to please you, Sir."
"Show me, then." Another inch of cock was pressed into him, and another. Aden could feel his pink ass-lips gag around the thick, veiny cock. He whimpered in blissful agony, then gathered himself and returned to worship.
In his mouth, one nipple, and then the other, back and forth, teasing, licking and sucking their fat, erectness. His hands explored every bulging muscle, lingering on the heaving pecs, admiring Sir as he flexed them, causing them to rise and fall. With Sir's nipples reddened and heavily swollen, Aden, his ass swallowing more cock all the time, turned his attention to Sir's pits. Each was darkened by a coarse explosion of dark hair, heaving in the stench of gym sweat. His head buried in there, Sir brought his arm down, over his neck, drowning him in muscle, hair and sweat. Aden's hand flailed and found the peak of a bicep, and Sir obliged by flexing that, too, bloating it to the size of a large watermelon.
At that feeling, Aden came for the first time, his tiny cock spurting a jet of cum into the valley of Sir's abs. He didn't stop to acknowledge it, continuing his tongue-led tour of the master's body, lapping every inch of sweat soaked skin.
"Have you ever seen a body like this, Aden," he boomed, flexing both arms and causing the muscles to inflate into heaving globes of strength.
"No Sir,' Aden panted, now attempting to force more of the python-thick cock into him. "Sir you are the biggest man I will ever see, in my life. Thank you," he managed, between breaths, "for letting me taste your sweat. Your cock. For letting me put my puny body on your godlike one."
"More."
Aden was nearly breathless with the exertion of being fucked. Sir's hands were now splayed over his heaving ass, and he was bouncing Aden in long, slow, twelve-inch strokes up and down his monster-sized cock. Aden's own cock and balls flopped uselessly as he did so, building back up to another orgasm. The slight exertion of lifting Aden caused Sir's chest to tighten, then flex, then tighten, the heavy muscle bouncing like tits, his chafed, bloated nipples jiggling with them.
Aden succumbed to the sight, his words leaving his mouth with no thought, no ability to even think.
"You are the strongest man on this planet, Sir, I know it. Your chest is so... fucking big, so heavy, so thick with muscle. Sir I could feel it as I sucked on your nipples, under my lips, every bench press, every dip, every weight you lifted is in there Sir. Sir thank you for letting me suck on them."
His thrusts increased in pace, and at one point he put his head back, into the deep leather of the couch, displaying his thick neck and perfectly squared, beard-coated jaw.
To his right, Aden saw the mirror, in which his only real sighting of the house's master had been. Aden's memory of the mirror, as Sir, in his video, had slowly approached it, was that it was small, the man's head having been cut off by its gilded frame. In reality, however, it was gargantuan. It filled an entire wall. He looked at himself in its reflection, feeling tiny on the massive couch.
Of the master of the house, he had since only seen his silhouette at the car door.
The second glass of wine he sipped, legs crossed, enjoying the tightness of the cum-encrusted lingerie, and the reassuring metal of the buttplug. Of the river of cum that Kane had deposited in him, he fancied that he could feel it straining against the silver dam, a thought which had his cock, again, begging for attention. He was half way through the second glass of wine when a small bell rang, announcing something. Aden felt, foolishly, like standing.
If he had stood, he would have fallen back into the seat, as the biggest man he had even seen in his life entered the room.
This was, inevitably, the master of the house. Sir.
Having had to stoop to get through the door, the house's behemoth master straightened to a height that must have been over 7 foot tall. 8 foot, surely? His shoulders were as broad as Aden was tall, and everything else, even under a full suit, seemed to be in exact proportion. He had tightly cropped hair, emphasising a square face, high cheekbones, and dense, black beard, carefully squared off, which gave him a Herculean look. Full lips complemented the full beard, unusually pouty, almost feminine, on such a harshly masculine face.
He approached Aden with the pace of a jaguar: powerful, fluid steps, crossing the room in 3 or 4 giant strides. The actual floor shook from the weight of those steps. He must have been over 400lbs. Aden could feel his hole clench down on the hard metal of the butt plug in a mix of lust and fear.
When he was standing before him, Kane emerged from behind, fully naked. Next to his master, he looked tiny, his bodybuilder frame dwarfed by the suited monster next to him.
Aden felt the first drop of precum dribble from his dick.
Kane spoke first: "Aden. Sir, whose invitation you are here on, has quite particular vices, and a limited amount of time to enjoy them. You are here to obey. If you cannot obey, then you will be dressed and driven home, and you will not hear from anyone in this house again. If you do obey, and perform your duty well, you may stay the night, and you may be called upon again. Do you consent?"
Aden, still completely transfixed by the sheer size of the man before him, nodded, eventually adding a dry-throated "yes." The whole time, the behemoth had simply watched him, his arms crossed in front of him.
"Good," Kane prompted, "you may begin to undress Sir then. Slowly, please, taking care of his garments."
Aden found himself standing, propelled forward by the command. He eased out of his coat and, at a nod from Kane, also removed his boots, losing a few inches in height as he did. He approached the suited giant, feeling small and insignificant, comforted, only, by the jiggle of his ass as he got off the seat, and the presence of the butt plug, still tight, which made him feel chosen.
He raised slim hands to Sir's shoulders, who stooped slightly to allow Aden to pull the jacket down. Aden's hand brushed slightly off the coarse, black beard.
The suit material was heavy. It was so big that Aden could have slept in it. Freed from its master, the fabric pooled in his hands, and he quickly half-folded it and placed it on the couch.
Underneath the suit, a pristine white shirt clung like lycra to a body inflated by muscle. Every inch of the giant's torso was marked by the heavy curves of strength: his trap were high peaks, guarding a thickly powerful neck. His shoulders roared outwards, bulging with muscle. His pecs were the size of basketballs, no.... larger... and his nipples, visible through the fabric, were thick and erect. The shirt, well tailored as it was, strained at the buttons, trying to hold that chest in. His arms were gorilla-like: thicker than Kane's thighs, bigger than Aden's torso. His biceps were flexed slightly in his cross-armed position, and pressed rudely against the white fabric, forming mountains of muscle that Aden would have begged to feel wrapped around him.
Aden had to reach above his head to unpick the first button. When it was released, the second button popped of its own accord, as did the third, both tired of fighting almanbahis (https://almanbahisbonus.com/) the weight of the behemoth's heavy, muscle-swollen pecs. Aden's delicate fingers found the fourth, five and sixth button.
Under the fabric, Sir's torso was accentuated by a thick trail of dark hair, which trailed along the bulging lines of muscles, and broadened into light covering on his pecs.
Aden's fingers found the last buttons, and the master of the house obliged him by easing the shirt off his massive shoulders, where it dropped to the ground.
Kane, standing to the side, made a slight coughing sound. Aden rushed to the shirt, picked up and laid it neatly on a side table, though not before burying his face in it, and inhaling the mixture of sweat and cologne deeply.
He scurried back to the waiting master, now topless, statuesque, a sight which stopped Aden in his tracks.
Clothed, Sir was magnificent: a towering, edifice of hirsute, hard-jawed masculinity. His shirt emphasised his physique, its bursting-at-the-seams constraint of heavy, bulging muscle was almost more erotic than simple nudity. Topless, however, he punctured this 'almost'. Unleashed to the world, he dwarfed the room around him, making the couch that had swallowed Aden seem a plaything. He was so tall and broad that the room itself seemed out of proportion, like a hall of mirrors. Every curve of muscle writhed with veins, and even small movements caused swellings and bulges as they flexed and unflexed.
A flash of something disrupted his otherwise expressionless face. Aden took it be impatience, and hurried back to the task at hand.
"Wait," Sir said, shocking Aden more than a single syllable should have.
"Take those off," he added, nodding to Aden's black lace panties.
Aden pulled the flimsy garment down the round of his buttocks, feeling his perky ass bounce up when they were removed. He stepped out of them delicately, feeling behind to make sure the butt plug was still secured.
"Turn around."
Aden did so, feeling the weight of the giant's stare on his ass.
Something was communicated non-verbally between Kane and his Sir, and Aden heard the bodyguard move behind him. Then he felt his hand, which he once thought immensely large, on one cheek, then the other. After a brief squeeze, Kane hefted each fat cheek, then let them drop, standing aside to let his master enjoy the spectacle.
With the butt plug still inside him, as well as Kane's cum, the movement cause the plug to press against his prostate. Aden had to clench to keep it in, causing it to press even harder against his P-spot, racking his small body with deep waves of pleasure.
Kane repeated the movement, adding a light slap for good measure. Aden could imagine how Kane's hand print would show up, red, on his pale ass cheek. Immediately, however, his thoughts turned away from the smaller man, and he imagined his master's bear-like hands taking ownership of him, and how tiny Kane's hands were next to them.
A groan came from behind him, from Kane. From the corner of his eye, Aden could see Kane's cock pointing upwards in an angry looking erection: veins pulsing, cock-head red and swollen with lust. Again, one of the biggest cocks that Aden had ever seen in his life suddenly seemed small, like it would get lost inside Sir's massive hands. He waited, impatiently, to be turned back around to him, unable to comprehend the size of the monster that he would remove from those finely tailored pants.
Another slap, harder this time, and more clenching to keep the plug in place.
"Back to me, both of you," the command came.
When Aden turned, the scene had changed. The front of Sir's pants were now marked by a colossal bulge that snaked from his crotch half-way down his tree-trunk sized leg. Aden gulped, completely unable to think about how that was going to fit inside him.
Obedient, he allowed that thought to continue in the background, as he grappled with the challenge at hand. Concentrating to stop his hands from shaking, he slowly undid Sir's belt, pulling it free of the fabric loops in one swift motion. Before he put the long piece of leather down, he doubled it up and whipped himself across both ass cheeks, not allowing the pain to show on his face. Sir's pouting lips, surrounded by dense, black beard, shifted slightly. A good move, Aden thought.
He returned to the pants, and whatever awaited for him in there. Moving quickly, lust taking over, he undid the button, navigated the zipper and dropped the pants. They didn't drop. Aden looked up, and Sir's smile had filled in. His bulge was holding the pants up. Hands now unavoidable shaking, Aden peeled the fine fabric down his master's thick thighs, slowly revealing tight underwear which had long since given up on holding Sir's manhood at bay, and then, emerging from the fabric, inch after inch of thick, veiny cock. As Aden pulled the pants down over the final inch of his cock, his foreskin-helmed cock-head bounced forward, slick with precum.
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"The underwear too."
Aden rushed forward, peeling off the sweaty underwear, which held Sir's cock about as well as his shirt had held his muscle-swollen chest. When the underwear was off, Sir's balls were released, bouncing heavily downward and releasing a scent of pure, sweaty testosterone. A single ball would have filled Aden's slim palm. He doubted he could actually have held one in one hand.
The larger man stepped out of the underwear too, then bent, plucked them from the floor and threw them to Aden. Aden snatched them from the air and buried his head in them, pressing the sweat-soaked fabric into his face. The smell was intoxicating. Eyes closed, nose stuffed with them, Aden could imagine himself as Sir: his size, his smell, his heaving pecs, arms gorilla thick, cock flopping obscenely with every step. He quivered, thankful that he had cum earlier in the car.
When he pulled them from his face, Sir had lowered himself into the couch, and Kane was handing him what looked to be a whiskey, in a glass that he held like a thimble. His monster cock lay atop the massive balls, not quite hard, but growing steadily, impossibly, bigger.
"Begin," he said.
Aden fell to his knees and shuffled forward grabbing the python-sized cock in both hands with a desperation that lust would not allow to embarrass him. It was so thick that his hands didn't wrap around, the veins so pronounced that he could fell the blood pumping into it. It was heavy, hard-to-hold heavy. It was thicker than a can of beans, and growing thicker every second.
A soft noise next to him. He looked up to find Kane, his face unreadably, holding a silver platter. On the platter a single object. Not a drink, but a measuring tape.
"Sir would like you to measure his manhood and report the figure," Kane announced. A drop of the bodyguard's precum fell to the floor, punctuating the message.
Aden took the tape and sat on his haunches to unwind it. Doing so pressed the butt plug further into him, causing a brief convulsion of pleasure. His hands now permanently shaking, he rose, then sat again hurriedly, feeling the plug move. His ass, anticipating what was to come, was loosening itself.
"Kane," he heard himself saying, "please keep the butt plug secured while I measure the master's cock."
Sir barked a laugh and Aden felt like he had cracked the code.
Kane complied swiftly, adding his calloused hand to hilt of the butt plug, locking his own cum tightly inside Aden's sweet, young hole.
Secured, Aden rose to his feet and, trailing Kane behind him, sat between Sir's splayed thighs. The thighs themselves were obscene, each the size of a small pig, and tightly defined with shelves of muscle. Aden placed his free hand on one of them, felt the strength there and was glad of Kane's hand securing the butt plug.
Remembering his duty, he took the end of the measuring tape and pressed it into the nest of black pubes that crowned Sir's monstrous cock. With his other hand he rolled the tape slowly, with great exaggeration, down each fat inch of the master's cock. The cock responded to this show, and Aden had to shut his eyes when he felt it inching closer to him. It hadn't even been fully erect. Inch after inch of the tape unfurled, until suddenly it didn't. The length of tape was too small, stopping just at Sir's engorged cock-head.
"What's wrong Aden?"
It was the first time he had heard the master say his name. He felt himself release a short jet of what he hoped was just precum.
"It's not long enough Sir."
"Could you repeat that, Kane?"
Kane, dutifully behind him, repeated it.
"What's not long enough, Kane?"
"The tape measure, Sir."
"And its not long enough for what, Kane?"
"To measure your cock Sir. Your cock is too big."
"Where does the measure stop, Aden?"
Aden was nearly blinded by animal lust. Every muscle in his body was vibrating, would only stop when he had taken Sir into himself. He squinted through his lust-blindness to inspect the tape.
"It stops at 12 inches, Sir. That's 30 centimetres from base to cock-head Sir."
The tape started to shrink. No, fuck. Fuck, Aden thought. "Fuck," he groaned. It still wasn't finished growing. Where would it stop? 15, 16 inches? More?
A whimpering behind him was followed by a splatter on his back. Aden looked behind him to see that Kane, one hand still cupping Aden's ass, had cum. Had exploded in cum, and painted Aden's back with thick, white seed.
"Kane, you may help Aden onto my cock and then you can leave and tidy yourself up."
Sir's cock, hopefully almanbahis yeni giriş (https://almanbahis.live/) finished growing, had far outstripped the tape, which sat pathetically on his cock. Aden rolled it back up, and threw it, dramatically, away from him.
Then, Aden found himself plucked into the air by the bodyguard again, this time with just one, muscled arm. Sir's cock, now straining upwards, a lance of flesh, waited for its sheath. Aden's feet connected with the couch, and Kane balanced him over his master's manhood.
"Now, Kane."
Kane pulled the buttplug from Aden with an audible pop, to which Aden added a loud groan and then, the sound of splashing, wetness as Kane's cum was released from Aden's hole. Aden turned to see himself in the mirror being held over the impossibly large man. Sir's gargantuanly fat cock, the size of Aden's arm, was coated in in his inferior's sticky cum, warmed for him by Aden's now thoroughly gapped hole.
"Are you ready, Aden."
His answer, immediate: "Yes Sir. Please."
Kane lowered him into his master's cock, and, amazingly, Aden felt that disgustingly thick cock-head enter him. He moaned, then roared, in pleasure. Never had Aden felt a stretch like this in his entire life. His own cock, aching for lack of attention, dribbled a stream of cum. In that moment, he knew that his hole would not recover. Fetish, he realised, is not the making of a size queen, but biology. What could possibly do this to him again?
Kane's strong arms helped him down another inch and another, until he had to drop his feet to the couch and wrap his arms around Sir's broad shoulders.
"Leave," Sir instructed Kane, who did so immediately.
Aden's slim hands were splayed in ecstasy on the giant's shoulders, lost in the peaks and valleys of muscle. Kane's hands were replaced by his master's, which completely encompassed him. Sir's hands were the size of shovels, and his thick fingers easily wrapped around Aden's tiny waist. His thumb, calloused by a lifetime of moving heavy things, teased a path through Aden's abs, pausing at the small amount of fur that trailed just slightly upwards from Aden's tightly cropped pubes.
"Nipple," Sir said, and Aden leaned forward, taking its lust-bloated fatness into his mouth greedily. As his tongue lapped loops around the sweat-scented nipple, another inch of cock was eased into him.
"They're fat from worship," Sir informed him. "Many mouths, hands and clamps from little worshipers like you and Kane, desperate to please me."
Aden unlatched. "I'm desperate to please you, Sir."
"Show me, then." Another inch of cock was pressed into him, and another. Aden could feel his pink ass-lips gag around the thick, veiny cock. He whimpered in blissful agony, then gathered himself and returned to worship.
In his mouth, one nipple, and then the other, back and forth, teasing, licking and sucking their fat, erectness. His hands explored every bulging muscle, lingering on the heaving pecs, admiring Sir as he flexed them, causing them to rise and fall. With Sir's nipples reddened and heavily swollen, Aden, his ass swallowing more cock all the time, turned his attention to Sir's pits. Each was darkened by a coarse explosion of dark hair, heaving in the stench of gym sweat. His head buried in there, Sir brought his arm down, over his neck, drowning him in muscle, hair and sweat. Aden's hand flailed and found the peak of a bicep, and Sir obliged by flexing that, too, bloating it to the size of a large watermelon.
At that feeling, Aden came for the first time, his tiny cock spurting a jet of cum into the valley of Sir's abs. He didn't stop to acknowledge it, continuing his tongue-led tour of the master's body, lapping every inch of sweat soaked skin.
"Have you ever seen a body like this, Aden," he boomed, flexing both arms and causing the muscles to inflate into heaving globes of strength.
"No Sir,' Aden panted, now attempting to force more of the python-thick cock into him. "Sir you are the biggest man I will ever see, in my life. Thank you," he managed, between breaths, "for letting me taste your sweat. Your cock. For letting me put my puny body on your godlike one."
"More."
Aden was nearly breathless with the exertion of being fucked. Sir's hands were now splayed over his heaving ass, and he was bouncing Aden in long, slow, twelve-inch strokes up and down his monster-sized cock. Aden's own cock and balls flopped uselessly as he did so, building back up to another orgasm. The slight exertion of lifting Aden caused Sir's chest to tighten, then flex, then tighten, the heavy muscle bouncing like tits, his chafed, bloated nipples jiggling with them.
Aden succumbed to the sight, his words leaving his mouth with no thought, no ability to even think.
"You are the strongest man on this planet, Sir, I know it. Your chest is so... fucking big, so heavy, so thick with muscle. Sir I could feel it as I sucked on your nipples, under my lips, every bench press, every dip, every weight you lifted is in there Sir. Sir thank you for letting me suck on them."
His thrusts increased in pace, and at one point he put his head back, into the deep leather of the couch, displaying his thick neck and perfectly squared, beard-coated jaw.