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Corey Jade meets Daddy at his club ring

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Corey J

Daddy

Corey_J: been seeing this hot muscleDADDY working boys in this underground club.. line up a match with him and gear up in the locker room... slide on my baby blue posers and glossy white pro boots.. 5 10 200lbs of smooth gym muscle..

Corey_J: hear the announcer call me out.. "at 5 10 200lbs.. COREY theXTEMEDREAM Jade"... rush down to the ring feeling hands grope me.. slap my ass.. leap up nto the ring and flex my 17's..... horny as my 8c cock twitches in my baby blues...

Daddy: The crowd roars as I, Daddy, lumber down the aisle, my 339 pounds of raw, sweat-slicked muscle straining against my black trunks that barely contain my thick, veiny 9-inch beast already throbbing at the sight of you, Corey J—the next fresh meat for my harem. At 6 feet tall, I tower over the ring, my eyes locked on your smooth gym bod flexing those 17-inch guns, your baby blue posers tenting with that eager 8-incher. I slide under the ropes, the mat groaning under my weight, and circle you like a predator, my massive paws itching to claim you.

Daddy: "Look at this pretty boy," I growl, voice booming through the haze of lust-filled cheers, stepping close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off my hairy chest. My hand shoots out, gripping your jaw roughly, forcing your gaze to mine. "You're mine tonight, slave. Gonna break you in front of everyone—pin you, pound you, make you beg for Daddy's cock." The ref signals start, but I don't wait; I lunge, slamming my bulk into you, grinding my hardening bulge against your thigh as we tangle, my fingers already yanking at your posers to expose that twitching prize. The crowd chants 'Breed him! Breed him!' as I hoist you up in a bearhug, squeezing your ribs while my free hand slaps your ass hard, marking my territory. Feel that vein pulsing against you? That's just the beginning of your submission.

Corey_J: hear the crowd cheering and I SPIN around to see you coming down to the ring.. my 8c cock swelling in my baby blues at the sight of you.. "Look at this pretty boy," taunted at me and then that hand grips my jaw line rough forcing me to look up at that taller muscle.. told will be made to beg for "Daddy's cock"... see the ref's signal and try n raise my arms for a lock up but you slam into me grinding that thick bulge on me... uggggggggggggggggggg my glossy white pro boots digging into the canvas to resist.. then lifted into the Hug... UGGgggggg ugggggggggg.. feeling my 31w CRUSHED..

Corey_J: my glossy white pro boots slide up your thighs.... trying to ease the pain... my muscled ass SLAPPED... "FUCCCK" cry out.. my hands press up under your jaw.. trying to force your head back..... pain etched over my face as my core crushes in the HUG..

Daddy: The bell hasn't even clanged yet, but I'm already owning you, pretty boy. Your glossy white boots scrape the mat as I charge, slamming my 339-pound bulk into your ripped 200-pound frame, my veiny 9-incher grinding hard against that swelling 8-inch tent in your baby blues. 'Look at this eager slut,' I taunt, my meaty paw clamping your chiseled jaw, yanking your gaze up to my smirking face. 'You'll be on your knees, begging for Daddy's fat cock before I break you.' Ref signals, you lift those arms for a lock-up—cute try. I bull forward, crushing you back against the turnbuckle, my bulge throbbing as it spears your abs. You dig in with those boots, resisting, but I hoist you effortless into the bearhug, arms like steel bands vise-gripping your 31-inch waist. UGGHH, hear you groan, ribs compressing, that smooth gym muscle yielding under my power. Your boots slide up my thick thighs, desperate to pry loose, but I just laugh low, slapping that firm ass cheek hard—CRACK!—watching it jiggle in those posers. 'FUCK yeah, cry for me, pup.'

Daddy: Your hands shove at my jaw, fingers digging to tilt my head back, pain twisting your pretty face as your core caves in my squeeze. I toy with you slow, loosening just a hair to let you gasp, then cinch tighter, my hot breath on your neck: 'Feel that? Your body's mine now—gonna milk those groans till you're leaking pre in those baby blues.' I grind my hips, letting my cock nudge your trapped bulge, teasing the friction while your boots hook higher, thighs quivering against me. One hand dips, fingers tracing your crack through the fabric, probing that hole. 'Submit yet, boy? Or do I gotta crush till you hump Daddy's gut?'

Corey_J: pushing that jaw back as my 8c cock grinds into your body from the CRUSHING hold.. my balls churning my thick hot load... "OHH FUCKFUCKFUCKkkkkkkkk" more SLAPS on my poser'd ass making it heat up... every CRUSH on my core forcing more air from my lungs... 'Feel that? Your body's mine now—gonna milk those groans till you're leaking pre in those baby blues.' taunted me deep as I shudder and groan in pain... every BOUNCE in the HUG makes my bulge grind up n down on your abs..

Corey_J: 8c cock leaking n soaking up my baby blues... "ohhhhhhhhhffuck".. wince.. that big finger tracing my ass crack thru my posers.. teasing my smooth pink hole.. "OHH SHIIT "..

Corey_J: spurting pre cum into my posers even more as you do...... sweat running down my face from the crush and pain... you feeling my 8c cock getting harder grinding on your rock abs...

Daddy: Sweat beads on your brow, trickling down that strained face as I echo my taunt low in your ear: 'Yeah, leak for Daddy—your body's betraying you already.' I loosen the hug a fraction, just enough for you to suck in air, then slam it tight again, watching your smooth chest heave, pecs flexing uselessly against my unyielding barrel. Your glossy boots hook higher on my thighs, toes curling as pain shoots through your core, but that only presses your soaked baby blues firmer into me—pre-cum seeping through, warm and sticky on my skin. My thick finger circles that teasing path along your crack again, pressing deeper through the thin material, nudging your smooth pink pucker till it twitches. 'OHH SHIIT,' you yelp, body shuddering in my arms, and I chuckle dark, feeling your cock stiffen even more, pulsing against my rock-hard abs like it's begging. I grind back deliberate now, rolling my hips to drag my own veiny monster over your trapped length, the friction pulling another spurt from you. 'That's it, boy—drench those posers. Gonna make you hump till you pop, then flip you over and claim that hole raw.' One more bounce, crushing deeper, my free hand kneading your slapped ass cheek, spreading it just to probe that finger insistent at your rim.

Corey_J: letting out deep grunts struggling for breaths being taunted to leak more for Daddy... crowd cheering when they hear your "Yeah, leak for Daddy—your body's betraying you already" ... my baby blue pouch soaking wetter and darker as I hump into your core .. my smooth pecs bouncing as you work me in the hug... my big arms dropping as my loose a grip on your jaw.. flopping down at my sides weakened... that finger circles around my hole presses the lycra in even more making my smooth pink hole TWITCH every jab and my cock spurt more pre cum each jab of the lycra into my pucker... Daddy's chuckle filling my head

Corey_J: your bod grinds into my leaking wet cock outline edging me more n more as my cum loaded balls churn.. 'That's it, boy—drench those posers. Gonna make you hump till you pop, then flip you over and claim that hole raw.' taunts me with one big hand working my lycra clad muscled ass cheek.. the other keeps teasing my hole.... drooling n moaning with my lungs on FIRE.. craving breaths...

Corey_J: my head rolling over my thick trap muscles getting weaker n weaker with your crushes.... my glossy white boots slide down your legs some as I struggle to keep them hooked...

Daddy: Those deep grunts rumble from your chest like thunder trapped in a cage, each one shorter, sharper as I dial up the pressure in this bearhug, ribs creaking under my unyielding squeeze. The crowd erupts when my words hit the air—'Yeah, leak for Daddy—your body's betraying you already'—their roars fueling the heat in the ring, chants of 'Break him! Milk him!' echoing off the walls. Your baby blue pouch darkens to a sodden navy, fabric clinging translucent to that throbbing outline, every involuntary hump of your hips dragging your slick length along my carved midsection, chasing friction that edges you mercilessly. Your smooth pecs jiggle with each punishing bounce I give you, nipples hardening into peaks that scrape against my hairy barrel chest, sending sparks through your weakening frame. Those big arms of yours finally give out, fingers uncurling from my jaw to flop limp at your sides like defeated flags, no fight left in them as exhaustion claims you. I lean in close, breath hot on your sweat-slick neck, chuckling low and gravelly—that sound vibrating through your skull, burrowing deep as my finger keeps circling your twitching pucker, jabbing the lycra inward with precise, teasing thrusts. Each prod makes that smooth pink ring flutter wildly, clenching around the intrusion, and your cock answers with fresh spurts, pre-cum oozing in sticky ropes that pool hot between us.

Daddy: I grind my hips forward deliberate, my veiny beast pressing firm against your churning sack, rolling over the swollen head of your 8-incher to wring out more of those edged moans. 'That's it, boy—drench those posers. Gonna make you hump till you pop, then flip you over and claim that hole raw,' I growl again, voice thick with promise, one massive paw kneading your lycra-sheathed glute, fingers digging into the firm muscle to spread you wider for my probing digit. The other hand stays locked at your lower back, maintaining the crush that sets your lungs ablaze—drool spilling from your parted lips as you moan broken, body arching in desperate need for air, every gasp a plea laced with craving. Your head lolls heavy across those thick traps, neck muscles straining then slackening under the onslaught, eyes glazing as weakness spreads like fire through your limbs. Those glossy white boots slip lower down my thighs, soles scraping leather on skin as you fight to hook them back up, toes flexing in futile resistance—but I feel the slide, the surrender in it, and it only makes me tighten the hold, bouncing you once more to drive home the lesson. 'Gonna own every inch, pup—starting with that greedy hole begging through the fabric.' My free arm shifts, hoisting your sagging weight higher, positioning you perfect for the next phase of this domination.

Corey_J: the horny crowd already primed from the earlier matches.. filling with more lust for another jockboy suffering for them... my 8c cock soo rock hard and spurting waves of pre cum soaking my baby blues darker and darker with my jock nips rock hard now being made to scrape over your hairy big Daddy pecs... my head slumps into your left shoulder gasping for breaths with me rockng back into that circling big finger and forward to edge my cock mindlessly onto your muscle... crowd watching me fill with pain n lust as I do..

Corey_J: my lyrca wrapped mounds flexing more n more with your finger jabbing the material into my twitching smooth pucker.. "ohhfuckfuck yess" let out a deep gutteral groan.. that big poser'd cock grinds on my churning trapped balls.. 'That's it, boy—drench those posers. Gonna make you hump till you pop, then flip you over and claim that hole raw,' taunting me as I am unable to stop rockng into your core and humping my muscled ass back pushing my poser'd ass on that finger.. that finger PROBING DEEPER.. my glazed over eyes fluttering and drooling now as you hold me tight and show me off to the horny underground club crowd.. my smooth thighs flexing with me struggling to keep my glossy white pro boots hooked on that muscle of yours..

Corey_J: 'Gonna own every inch, pup—starting with that greedy hole begging through the fabric.' drifting into my spinning pain/lust filled jockboy mind.. slump down even more but then.. feel you readjust.. my 5 10 200lbs lifted up like a feather positioning me into your body for more domination....

Corey_J: my hot moans n breaths flood over your left shoulder as my head slumps in more on it... big 17's dangling weak down my sides and flopping around like wet noodles every big CRUSH n LIFT n SQUEEZE you work over my body.... crowd cheering as my V back arches backward to meet that circling probing finger teasing my posers up into my smooth pucker..

Corey_J: "aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww fuck" grunt into your shoulder..... that "RAW" fuck taunt from Daddy making me moan and the crowd CHEER OUT louder"...

Daddy: Those perky jock nips, stiff as bullets, rake across my dense, fur-matted pecs with every heave of your chest, the coarse hairs snagging and tugging, blending agony with electric jolts that make your body shudder deeper into submission. Your head sinks heavy into my left shoulder, hot pants and whimpers flooding my skin, lips brushing the salt of my traps as you gasp ragged, each inhale a battle against the vise of my arms coiling your torso. You rock wild now, hips bucking forward to grind that leaking shaft mindless along my ridged core, chasing the edge that dangles just out of reach—then snapping back, muscled cheeks clenching to impale yourself on my circling digit, the lycra barrier yielding to deeper jabs that prod your smooth, fluttering entrance. Your lycra-wrapped glutes tense and release in frantic rhythm, mounds bulging under my palm as I jab the material firmer into that quivering pucker, feeling it wink and spasm around the intrusion, drawing out guttural groans that vibrate through me—'ohhfuckfuck yess' tearing from your throat like a confession. My thick, poser-bulging length rolls heavy over your trapped, churning nuts, the weight of it compressing them just enough to spike that building pressure, balls drawing tight as I taunt low and filthy, 'That's it, boy—drench those posers. Gonna make you hump till you pop, then flip you over and claim that hole raw.' You can't help it, body betraying every instinct, humping forward into my steel midsection while shoving that pert ass rearward, fabric stretching taut as my finger delves bolder, probing past the resistance to tease the sensitive rim beneath.

Daddy: Glazed eyes flutter half-shut, drool trailing from your slack jaw as I parade you like a trophy, arms locked in the crush that showcases your unraveling to the baying throng—your smooth thighs quivering, cords of muscle flexing desperate to anchor those glossy white pro boots higher on my legs, but they slip inch by inch, soles dragging down the sweat-slick expanse. 'Gonna own every inch, pup—starting with that greedy hole begging through the fabric,' I murmur into your spinning haze, the words sinking like hooks into your lust-fogged brain. You slump heavier, but I counter effortless, hoisting your 200 pounds skyward like it’s nothing, repositioning your frame flush against mine—core to core, ass presented for the taking—as the bearhug reignites with a savage twist. Hot moans cascade over my shoulder, your face burying deeper into the crook, breaths scorching as those 17-inch pythons dangle useless, flopping limp like spent ropes with every brutal crush, lift, and squeeze I unleash—ribs protesting, abs caving under the onslaught. The crowd surges with approval as your V-back bows outward in arching surrender, spine curving to chase that probing finger, posers hiking up to feed more fabric into your spasming depths. 'Aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww fuck,' you grunt muffled into my delts, the raw edge of it igniting fresh howls from the spectators—then my promise of taking you bare hits again, and your moan cracks the air, body convulsing in the hold as the throng explodes louder, 'Raw him! Breed the boy!' fists pounding the barriers in ecstatic rhythm. I chuckle dark, shifting my grip to hoist one leg higher, boot dangling now, exposing more of you to their gaze while my free hand slaps your cheek hard, the sting blooming heat that makes your pucker clench tighter around my teasing thrust. 'Beg for it quieter, or louder—these wolves wanna hear how bad you need Daddy's claim.'

Corey_J: my jock nips, hard wired to my cock, keep scraping of those furry Daddy pec mounds making me grunt n moan low n deep with that fur grinding over my smooth muscle.. drooling over your left shoulder now every suck for air and inhaling in your sweat... tasting it adding to my lust filled cravings n whimpers.. more lycra pressing into my twitching smooth pink hole with your feeling it grip n twitch on that digit .. crowd seeing my muscled glutes straining n flexin under the baby blue lycra as your probing finger makes it stretch more n more as material slides inside me.. my balls getting worked more by Daddy's big poser encased cock forcing more pre cum spurts to soak into my now dark blue pouch.. hearing the slickness of my wet lycra grinding over you... UGGGGgggggg cry out with the next shove of that digit pushing my lycra inside me.. circling my pink hole..

Corey_J: you carrying me a slow 360 around the ring showing me off to the wild horny crowd with the 'Raw him! Breed the boy!' chants flooding my lust crazed mind.. every bounce n step you take just makes my noodled big arms flop around at my sides showing your total dominance of my younger muscle.. that big adjustment slide one glossy white boot higher and the slaps over my poser'd ass sending cheers thru the lust crazed crowd... my load building up more n more when I am taunted.. 'Beg for it quieter, or louder—these wolves wanna hear how bad you need Daddy's claim.' and the instant you hiss it you feel another wave of pre cum SPURTING and COATING my posers with my pre cum..

Corey_J: with my muscled ass flexing around that lycra wrapped probing digit even more.. "OHH FUCKFUCK yessssss fuck me fuck me Daddy" cry out as my lust overrides my jockmind... drooling puddle of muscle quivering in your crushing hold and finger probing domination.. my bod shudders... my boots slide up more on your legs as I wince .. then tense up and

Corey_J: CUMmmmmmmmmmm

Corey_J: CUmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Corey_J: cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Corey_J: my bod bucks n shudders in the crushing hold as I shoot waves of my cum into my baby blues... flooding them with my cum... every rope I shoot you feel my muscled ass flexing around that finger as it probes deeper.. shoves my posers into my twitching hole

Corey_J: "ugggggggggggggggggggggawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwg fuck" whimper out as my cum keeps roping and weakens me even more in the hold.. my head tucked into that left shoulder drooling over your hot muscle every rope....

Corey_J: hear the "WOLVES" cheering out as I lose my cum load to you ... buck n shudder over n over

Daddy: The club's underbelly pulses with feral energy, the wolves howling their approval as your body betrays you completely in my unyielding grip, that bearhug a relentless forge molding your 200 pounds of gym-honed meat into quivering putty. Your jock nips, those sensitive peaks wired straight to your throbbing 8-incher, scrape relentlessly over the rugged terrain of my hairy pec slabs, each drag of coarse fur against your smooth, sweat-slicked chest grinding out low, guttural grunts and moans that rumble deep from your core—vibrations I feel humming through our locked frames. Drool spills freely from your parted lips now, pooling hot and messy over my left shoulder with every desperate suck of air, your tongue flicking out instinctively to taste the salty tang of my skin, that musky essence fueling the firestorm of cravings twisting through your whimpers, pulling you deeper into the haze. My thick digit presses bolder, lycra yielding as it shoves more of that baby blue fabric into your twitching, pink entrance, feeling the hot, silken walls grip and flutter around the intrusion like a vice desperate for more—your muscled glutes straining visibly under the stretched material, cheeks clenching and releasing in frantic bids to accommodate the probing. The crowd devours the sight, eyes glued to how the lycra molds tighter, sliding inward with each circle I trace, outlining your vulnerability for their leering feast. Down below, my poser-sheathed bulge works your trapped sack mercilessly, the heavy roll of my 9-inch beast compressing those churning orbs, forcing fresh spurts of pre-cum to erupt from your tip—each pulse soaking deeper into the darkening pouch, the slick, obscene grind of wet lycra against my abs echoing wetly over the chants, a symphony of your unraveling.

Daddy: 'UGGGGgggggg,' you cry out raw as I shove that digit firmer, circling the sensitive rim to stoke the blaze, carrying you in a deliberate 360 spin around the ring's edge—parading your submission like a conquered prize to the wild, lust-mad throng. Every step, every bounce jolts through you, your noodled 17-inch arms flopping limp at your sides, biceps slapping useless against your ribs, a stark billboard of my total command over your younger, sculpted form. I hike one of your glossy white pro boots higher up my thigh with a casual shift, the leather creaking as it locks in place, then deliver sharp slaps to your lycra-clad ass—crack after crack ringing out, sending shockwaves of heat that make your cheeks jiggle and the crowd erupt in cheers, fists pumping the air like a ritual.

Daddy: Your load builds to the breaking point under my taunt, that hissed challenge—'Beg for it quieter, or louder—these wolves wanna hear how bad you need Daddy's claim'—igniting the fuse. Instantly, I feel it: another massive wave of pre-cum spurting hot and thick, coating your posers in a fresh glaze, your muscled ass flexing vise-like around my probing finger, drawing it deeper into the clenching heat. 'OHH FUCKFUCK yessssss fuck me fuck me Daddy,' you wail, lust shattering the last shreds of your jock resolve, voice cracking into a drooling, quivering mess of muscle shuddering in my crushing hold. Your body tenses, boots sliding higher on my legs as you wince, then lock rigid— And you shatter. 'CUMmmmmmmmmmm,' the plea rips from you in waves, body bucking and convulsing wildly in the vise of my arms as ropes of thick jock seed flood your baby blues, soaking the pouch to overflowing, cum seeping through the lycra in pearly rivulets that drip down your thighs. Every pulse milks my finger harder, your ass spasming around the lycra-wrapped probe as I shove it deeper, fabric bunching inside your twitching hole, stretching you open while you whimper 'ugggggggggggggggggggggawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwg fuck'—voice breaking into feeble gasps, the orgasm draining you further, limbs going boneless in my grasp. Your head tucks tighter into my left shoulder, drool cascading over my hot muscle with each rope, marking me with your surrender as the wolves cheer thunderous, 'WOLVES! Raw him! Breed the boy!' shaking the rafters, their frenzy peaking at your public milking.

Daddy: I hold you through it all, letting the aftershocks ripple, your spent frame sagging heavier against my 339-pound wall of power, cum-slick posers grinding sloppy now as I lower us both to the mat's edge. But I'm not done claiming—reaching into the shadows of my corner, I pull out the gleaming steel cock cage, its cold bars glinting under the spotlights, a tiny prison for what I've just wrung dry. 'Look at you, pup—flooded your gear like a bitch in heat. Time to lock up that little dick before it embarrasses you more.' I growl low, forcing your trembling hand to take it, guiding your fingers to snap the ring around your softening base, the metal biting cool against your cum-smeared skin. You fumble weakly, but I steady you, clicking the cage shut over your shrunken length—now just a pathetic nub trapped behind bars, balls dangling heavy below. 'Show 'em, boy,' I command, hauling you up by the pits to stand on wobbly legs, one boot still hooked high on my thigh for balance. I spin you slow toward the roaring crowd, slapping your caged bulge to make it jiggle, the steel clinking audible as pre-cum remnants drip from the tip. 'Snap to the world—tell these wolves your cock's mine now, locked and leaking for Daddy.' The chants swell louder, phones out capturing your humiliation, your smooth muscle glistening under the lights as you pose, arms limp, ass flexing around my lingering finger—total ownership etched in every quiver.

Corey_J: my head rolls back over my thick trap muscle with my eyes rolling in my head... my face soaked from Daddy's sweat and my drool dripping off my gaping jawline... every AFTERSHOCK shuddering through my body and my spent sensitive cock in my cum flooded pouch teased and tortured more n more as you keep it grinding over you... crowd cheering as my cum oozes from my flooded pouch and pearly rivulets flow down my smooth thighs.. dripping over my own glossy white jobber boots.. marking and scenting them in my own milked out muscleboy cum..

Corey_J: the slick noises from my own cum slicked n flooded posers filling my head as my smooth pucker still feels that digit deep inside ... workng my pink walls thru the shoved in poser lycra.. "ohh fuckfuck Daddddyyyyyyyyy" moan out with my jockmind in a lust filled submission... publicly milked and displayed as I now sway backwards in the hug.. my head bobbing around with my noodled arms still useless and dangling...

Corey_J: feeling lowered down to the canvas .. now marked up with my own dripping cum puddles on it.. I hear a wave of cheers go out and my blinking / fluttering eyes look up to see you holding the gleaming steel cock cage.. "Look at you, pup—flooded your gear like a bitch in heat. Time to lock up that little dick before it embarrasses you more.".. makes my cheeks burn as red as my SLAPPED over jock ass mounds.. your hands reach down and you "guide" me to work it into my cum filled pouch and lock up my cock with it.. my 8c cock spent and publicly milked into my posers... now **just a pathetic nub trapped behind bars**...

Corey_J: my smooth thick pecs n abs still heaving from the wicked crushing, probing of my lycra'd ass, and forced milking..

Corey_J: my posers hang low on my waist as I shudder being pulled up to my glossy white boots... displayed to the crowd with that big hand slapping my cage'd bulge.. 'Snap to the world—tell these wolves your cock's mine now, locked and leaking for Daddy.'

Corey_J: distant look in my eyes as I groan and drool drips off my jawline... that finger still working the posers inside my jockboy hole..my cock made a caged NUB as the WOLVES cheer and cams/phones take it all in.. knees buckle some with that finger pushing my posers inside my hole as I slump back into Daddy more..

Corey_J: gasp n try n speak.. shudder then grunt out low n gutteral.. "my COCK is NOW DADDdyyyyyyyy'ssssss.. locked n caged up.... leaking for DADDDDDyyyyyyy".... face burning red from humiliation as you own n control me in the underground club ring... chants of "BREED HIM RAW" going up from the WOLVES..... you feel my posers wrapped glutes still flexing around that probing digit deep inside me... my own posers worked in and you tease and work my jockboy ass more n more..

Daddy: But words are cheap; time to seal the claim. With a growl that rumbles through my chest, I withdraw my finger just enough to yank your cum-slick posers aside, exposing that twitching, lycra-rimmed entrance to the roaring masses—cameras flashing, phones capturing every inch of your vulnerability. 'These wolves paid to see a breeding, boy. You're gonna take Daddy's load in every way they can dream up—bent, spread, flipped—for all to witness.' I hoist you effortlessly, your 200 pounds nothing in my 339-pound grip, spinning you to face the crowd as I align my thick, veiny 9-incher—freed from my posers with a snap of elastic—at your slicked opening. The head presses in slow, deliberate, stretching you wide around the girth, the shoved-in fabric adding friction that makes you arch and yelp, boots scraping the mat as I sink halfway, holding you impaled for their applause. First position: standing tall, I bounce you on my shaft like a ragdoll, your glossy whites kicking air, caged nub flopping uselessly as the wolves chant 'Raw him! Pound the pup!' Each drop forces you deeper, my hips snapping up to bury to the hilt, prostate hammered relentlessly—your walls milking me instinctively, that locked nub starting to leak anew, clear drops beading at the bars without a single touch. You buck, moaning incoherently, drool flying as the breeding begins in earnest, my free hand slapping your ass to punctuate every thrust, the crowd's energy feeding the rhythm.

Daddy: I lower us without pulling out, flipping you onto all fours on the cum-marked canvas—doggy style for the front row's delight. Your arms give out immediately, face pressing into the mat as I mount you from behind, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other pinning your caged bulge to the ropes for leverage. 'Feel that, boy? Daddy's owning this hole now—gonna flood it till you leak like a faucet.' Thrusts turn savage, balls slapping your taint, the angle grinding my length over that sweet spot until your body seizes—hands-free climax ripping through you, your nub spurting weak ropes against the steel, soaking the mat as you howl 'Daddyyyyyy!' The wolves lose it, stomping in approval, your ass clenching in waves around me, pulling me closer to the edge but I hold back, savoring your second milking. Not done yet. I haul you up, back pressed to my sweat-drenched chest in a full nelson—arms wrenched high, exposing your heaving pecs and that dripping cage to the rafters. Legs spread wide, boots dangling, I re-enter from below in a standing carry, bouncing you vertically while the crowd circles the ring, eyes devouring the way your hole swallows me whole. 'Look at 'em stare, pup—your jockboy ass stretched for the world.' The position hits deep, my tip battering your core, and soon you're shuddering again, prostate overwhelmed—leaking steadily now, a faucet of pre-cum dribbling from the cage in endless rivulets, mixing with sweat down your thighs as you whimper and flex, another hands-free peak building without mercy.

Daddy: We shift to the corner: you perched on the turnbuckle, legs hooked over my shoulders in a piledriver tease, my face buried in your ass for a moment's taunt—tongue lapping the stretched rim before I stand and drive upward, folding you in half. The inversion makes blood rush to your head, intensifying every plunge, your caged nub pointed skyward, leaking profusely as the wolves snap pics of your upside-down ecstasy. 'Breed him! Fill the boy!' they roar, and you shatter once more—body convulsing, clear fluid pouring from the bars like a broken tap, soaking your abs as I growl and finally unleash, hot ropes painting your depths, claiming you utterly. But I keep going, pulling out to flip you missionary on the mat—legs pinned wide, boots framing my shoulders as I re-enter the sloppy, cum-leaking mess. Face to face, I watch your eyes roll, drool pooling between us, thrusts slow and grinding now to draw out your endless drips. One last hands-free surge hits you, weaker but insistent, your nub weeping steadily as the crowd's chants fade to a haze in your lust-fogged mind. Marked inside and out, you're mine—paraded, bred, broken for all to see.

Corey_J: I rock up feeling that lycra'd finger POP from my hole and then the posers worked in that big hand...'These wolves paid to see a breeding, boy. You're gonna take Daddy's load in every way they can dream up—bent, spread, flipped—for all to witness.' my glossy white boots kick up into the air as you lift me up and spin me facing the WOLVES.. UGGGGGGGggggggg my eyes POP WIDE as I CRY OUT and feel that big Daddy cock worked into my ass... my lean core shudders as I SUCK In for breath... you start to pound deep inside me as I bounce n thrash around like a drooling mindless RAGDOLL... my caged NUB bouncing around uselessly makn the crowd cheer more n more...

Corey_J: my caged NUB soon leaking like a faucet making the crowd get louder as I get railed on Daddy's cock... "he likes it" jeer from the crowd egging the men on more n more as you fuck me deep n hard.. droolng with each slam and then just put down on all fours on the cum soaked canvas... my hair yanked back and my caged bulge used like a handle.. DIG my boot toes into the canvas for leverage as your Daddy cock rams in and out of my jock hole.. uggggggggg ugggggg ugggggggg ugggggggggg my GUTTERAL moans louder and louder under I shoot another hands free load... humiliated as the crowd cheers seeing my NUB spurting weak ropes againts the steel cage... my muscled ass MILKING on Daddy cock every rope... eyes rolling n lost in my cum shots when you YANK ME back up roughly to my boots..

Corey_J: V back feeling your sweat soaked furry bod press on me and then UGGGGGGGGGG CRYOUT as your slam in over n over again.. that Daddy COCK in deep and stretching me out wider for the men.... 'Look at 'em stare, pup—your jockboy ass stretched for the world.' taunted at me ...... my caged NUB bouncing around helplessly as more jockboy cum churns in my balls from the intense fuck.... then dragged to the corner and my 5 10 200lbs easily lifted and PERCHED on display more... that face shoves on my aching hole with my stretched out ass worked... then lifted up as my big arms still FLOP AROUND HELPLESS... inverted.... hanging in a blood rush.. more pics taken of my total abuse /// use.../// fucking and domination by Daddy..

'Breed him! Fill the boy!'

Corey_J: chats fill my head as more cum ropes from my steel like a broken tap... flowing down my core as I sway there inverted coating down over my own face... my cage NUB drooling soo much

Corey_J: CRY OUT when you spin me once more and UGGGgggggggggggggggg slam down on the canvas and take Daddy's cock missionary my glossy white boots up high in the air.. my distant lust fucked up eyes staring up as you fuck me deep n hard... another wave of clear fluid spurting from my NUB cage.. hands free milked more n more as my cock kept nubbed n caged....

Corey_J: my brain soo fried in a lust filled haze.. fog.. barely aware of being in the ring and the crowd's chants as I am fucked n used by DADDY...

Corey_J: **MARKED inside and out... made Daddy's... PARADED... BRED.. BROKEN for all to see.. "Corey THEXTREMEDREAM Jade" caged up drooling NUB with my ass being DADDY SLAMMED rough n deep.. my glossy white pro boots twitching up in the air wide...

Daddy: That lycra-sheathed finger pops free from your greedy hole with a wet schlick, the bunched fabric dragging along your inner walls one last teasing drag before I ball it up in my fist, shoving it deeper into the waistband of your ruined posers like a trophy of your surrender. The wolves erupt as I hoist your 200-pound frame like it's featherweight, spinning you to face their hungry stares—your glossy white boots kicking wildly into the humid air of the underground ring, legs splaying instinctive as my thick, veiny 9-incher nudges your slick entrance. 'UGGGGGGGggggggg,' you cry out, eyes bulging wide in that perfect mix of shock and craving, your lean core rippling under the strain as you suck in a ragged breath, body tensing for the invasion. I work the bulbous head past your rim slow at first, savoring the way your muscles yield and flutter around the girth, stretching that jockboy hole inch by unrelenting inch until you're impaled halfway, dangling from my grip like a conquered prize. The crowd's roar shakes the ropes as I start the pounding—deep, piston-like slams that jolt your entire form, bouncing you up and down my shaft like a drooling, mindless ragdoll, sweat flying from your heaving pecs. Your caged nub flops pathetically with every drop, the steel bars clinking against my abs, drawing fresh cheers from the front row: 'Look at that locked-up loser bounce!' Pre-cum beads at the tip almost immediately, your body betraying you as the friction builds, that nub starting to weep clear strands that dangle and sway, splattering onto the mat below. 'He likes it!' one wolf jeers, the taunt rippling through the pack, egging me on to fuck you harder, deeper—my hips snapping up to bury to the root, balls slapping your taint with lewd smacks that echo over the chants.

Daddy: Your drool sprays with each brutal slam, jaw slack and eyes glazing as I lower us without mercy, dumping you onto all fours in the sticky puddles of your earlier loads—the canvas squelching under your palms and knees. I fist your hair, yanking your head back to arch that V-tapered back, exposing the flex of your lats to the roaring masses, while my other hand clamps onto your caged bulge like a handle, squeezing just enough to make the bars bite and your nub throb in futile protest. 'Dig in, boy—show 'em how you take it,' I growl, and your boot toes claw into the mat for leverage, glossy leather scraping as I ram forward, my cock spearing your depths with savage rhythm. Ugggggggg—your guttural moans build like thunder, raw and animal, growing louder with every withdrawal and plunge, the wolves pounding the barriers in sync: 'Pound the pup! Raw that hole!' It hits you like a freight train—your muscled ass clamping down in rhythmic spasms, milking my length greedily as another hands-free load rips free from that pathetic nub, weak ropes spurting against the unyielding steel, dribbling down the bars to mix with the sweat on your thighs. The humiliation burns in your flushed face, eyes rolling back into your skull as you lose yourself in the throes, body shuddering under the crowd's explosive cheers: 'Milked again! Break the bitch!' I don't let up, grinding through your climax to wring every drop, your walls fluttering in aftershocks that nearly pull me over the edge—but I hold, yanking you roughly back to your boots by the hair, your legs wobbling like a newborn foal.

Daddy: You slump into my sweat-soaked, furry bulk, the coarse hair of my chest scraping your smooth back as I wrap one arm around your waist, the other pinning your arms high in a mocking full nelson—your pecs thrust out, caged nub on full display for the circling wolves. 'UGGGGGGGGG CRYOUT,' you wail as I slam back in from behind, the angle forcing you wider, my girth reshaping your insides for the world to envy. Over and over, I drive deep, stretching that hole to its limits, the slick sounds of our joining drowned by the frenzy. 'Look at 'em stare, pup—your jockboy ass stretched for the world,' I taunt low in your ear, breath hot against your neck, feeling your glutes quiver around me, that caged nub bouncing helplessly against my thigh, churning fresh pressure in your balls from the relentless fuck—pre already welling again, threatening another leak.

Daddy: I drag you to the corner like meat on a hook, your 5'10" frame no match for my power, perching you up on the turnbuckle with legs splayed wide—your aching hole winking at the crowd before I bury my face in it, tongue lashing the stretched, lycra-fringed rim, tasting the musky tang of your submission mixed with my pre. You buck and whimper, big arms flopping limp as I rise, hoisting you inverted in a blood-rushing piledriver hold—head down, boots skyward, your core inverted and vulnerable as I align and thrust upward, folding you in half with gravity's cruel assist. Pics flash like lightning, capturing every angle of your total abuse: the drool cascading from your gaping mouth, the cage glinting under the lights, your hole devouring my cock in sloppy, vertical plunges. 'Breed him! Fill the boy!' the chants hammer into your skull, a relentless mantra as your body betrays you once more—ropes of clear jockboy essence erupting from the steel like a broken tap, flowing in heavy streams down your inverted core, over your heaving abs, to splatter across your own face in humiliating rivulets, coating your cheeks and lips as you sway and sob in ecstasy. One final spin, and I slam you down missionary on the cum-smeared canvas—your glossy white pro boots hooked high over my shoulders, toes twitching in the air as I pin your thighs wide and drive home, face to face now, watching those distant, lust-fucked eyes stare up in a fried haze. Deep and hard, I rut into you, the mat creaking under our weight, your brain lost in the fog of endless pounding—barely registering the wolves' blurred faces or their baying approval as another wave crashes over you, clear fluid spurting from the nub cage in weak, hands-free pulses, milking you dry while I grind against that ravaged prostate.

Daddy: Marked inside and out, you're Daddy's now—paraded through the fire, bred raw in every filthy position, broken for the wolves to devour with their eyes and flashes. 'Corey THEXTREMEDREAM Jade,' I rumble, slamming one last time as my own release surges, flooding your depths with thick, hot ropes that overflow and leak around my base, sealing the claim. Your boots jerk in the air, body arching in one final, shattered convulsion, the crowd's roar fading to a distant thunder in your wrecked mind as I hold you there, impaled and owned, the underground ring alive with the scent of your total surrender.

Corey_J: slammed down on the cum smeared canvas on my back seeing my cum marked up glossy white boots high in the air over your shoulders... that massive 239lbs of Daddy muscle power slamming your Daddycock deep into my fucked hole.. big hands pushing my thick smooth thighs back arching my ass even higher for your slams ... ** more ropes of clear jockboy essence erupting from the steel like a broken tap, flowing in heavy streams down my inverted core, over my heaving abs, to splatter across my face in humiliating rivulets, coating my cheeks and lips as .. sway and sob in mindless ecstasy** kept NUBBED n encased n cock steel ring.. my muscled 17 arms FLOPPED OUT Wide over my head ... twitching n jerking around uselee as you slam in and out of my jockboy ass... making it a jockpussy for that cock..

Corey_J: you see my eyes glassy and my moans deep n low n lust... jockboy mind.. FRIED.. bred raw in every FILTHY POSITION as the wild crowd cheers and jeers at me.. you feel me tense up and I send another wave of clear fluid from my NUB cage as you milk me out dry.. then I feel the waves of that HOT THICK DADDY CUM pumping deep inside me.. overflowing inside me and leaking out around that big Daddycock base... you keep me locked in that position... impaled/owned/bred raw n deep.... my total surrender sending the WOLVES into a wild roar of cheers ..

Corey_J: you feel the intenseness of that raw load making me shudder again as my muscled ass flexes around that shaft... a small spurt of the last of my jockboy juices ooze from my cage steel........ low whimpers escaping my mind fucked body..

Corey_J: my pretty boy face.. soaked n slicked up in my own cum.... dazed n droolng as my boots twitch in the air...

Corey_J: sucking in deep breaths.. inhaling my own cum as I do...

Daddy: The intensity of that raw load makes you shudder violently, your muscled ass flexing in greedy spasms around my throbbing shaft, squeezing out every drop while a small spurt of the last of your jockboy juices oozes from the cage steel, trickling down to join the mess on your skin. Low whimpers escape your mind-fucked body, that pretty boy face soaked and slicked in your own essence—dazed and drooling, lips parted as your boots twitch erratically in the air, calves straining against my grip. You suck in deep, ragged breaths, inhaling the salty tang of your own cum with each gasp, chest rising and falling in broken heaves, the scent mingling with our sweat and the ring's heavy musk. I lean in close, my furry chest pressing against your folded form, breath hot on your cum-streaked cheek as I grind slow now, stirring the load inside you—claiming every inch. 'That's it, pup—breathe it in, taste your defeat,' I murmur, voice gravelly over the dying echoes of the crowd's frenzy. Your body's limp, spent, a perfect vessel for my harem, the wolves still howling for more as I finally ease back, pulling out with a filthy pop that sends a fresh gush spilling from your gaping hole. But I don't let you collapse; one hand hooks under your knees, the other your neck, draping you over my shoulder like a ragdoll trophy—your caged nub dangling limp, boots kicking feebly as I parade you around the ring, letting the flashes capture the overflow trickling down your crack, the wolves reaching out to slap your ass in approval. 'Who's next in line for Daddy's pack?' I bellow, your whimpers the only answer needed, sealing your place among the broken boys.

Corey_J: lost in my own defeated lust filled mind barely feel that cock POP from my seeded fucked hole.. inhaling and tasting my own when 'That's it, pup—breathe it in, taste your defeat,' floats deep into my broken mind and you see me hungrily suck up more of my own cum swallowing it down... claimed as a vessel for Daddy's harem.....that filthy pop making me grunt low then feel lifted up and shown off more as you parade me around.. clueless who is slapping my ass.. so many WOLVES taking pics of my defeated and cum filled body... Daddy's hot cum leaking from my fucked hole... my caged nub dangling limp... my fate sealed among the broken boys..

Published: 2026-02-10, viewed 147 times.

Comments

Britboy Rob

2026-05-06 22:19

Mmmmmm this was a very hot match. Corey definitely needs that dick locking up!

Corey J

2026-05-07 10:30