Caesar sits at the card table studying the muscular younger ..
🕑 Added 2023-01-24 02:37:21 +0000 UTC
Caesar sits at the card table studying the muscular younger man. The handsome, yet tough, Darin smirked back at him as he looked at his cards and placed his wager. Darin was a resident here in vegas, and had a reputation of being a major player.
“I’m all in,” Darin pushed all of his chips to the center of the table.
“Too rich for me,” the only other reminding player folded, placing his cards face down, leaving only Caesar and Darin.
Caesar paused, observing the cocky younger man, “I call your bluff.”
Darin was confident,radiating arrogance. Caesar almost couldn’t tell if he was buffering or not. The hunger sits at the card table with a big breast woman on each side of him, helping him celebrate his luck. Luck was on his side so far. In fact luck always comes easy for the 6’3 muscular stud. He looked stylish and confident in his expensive black suit and dangerous with his tattooed muscular neck and hands. Beneath his stylish clothes fifty percent of his body was adorned with elaborate tattoos, making him look dangerous and rough. One of the girls ran her hand into his jacket, feeling up the silk shirt against his hard muscular body, while the other woman kissed his thick, tattooed neck. The shirt was half unbuttoned displaying his gold chains and men's pearl necklace against his dark tanned, tattooed chest. Darin displayed an air of superiority, an alpha male, high stakes player, with a dangerous, tough side. However, Caesar could tell it was all for show. Darin was definitely a player.
Up to this point Darin was winning. More he won the bolder he became and the more the two women encouraged and dotted over him. A large crowd gathered to witness the card game. He put down the hand he was holding with a smirk on his face. The girls shrill in celebration.
“Beat that,” Darin smiled and started to reach over to claim the pot.
“Impressive,” Caesar replied. “But not so fast.”
The older man displayed his cards and Darin turned pale. For the first in his life he lost. Not only lost but lost everything. The two women's faces turned to disappointment and they wasted no time in getting up. Darin’s facades quickly faded.
He continued to sit at the table staring at his cards in disbelief.
Caesar smiled at Darin, “another round. I will give you a chance to win back your money.”
“I have no money left,” Darin was desperate. The cool, collect, facade was fading.
“That watch and the jewelry around your neck look valuable,” Caesar replied.
Darin paused. He believed he would win, he just needed one more chance. He undid his gold chains and men necklace from around his muscular neck and the gold watch from his wrist, throwing them into the center of the table. As they played their hand, Caesar noticed that Darin was less cool and confident then he was previous was. The younger man was sweating. Caesar ordered drinks for both of them. Darin drank it in one gulp and Caesar ordered him another. It was slowly becoming harder for Darin to think. The cards in his hand became blurry. He had no idea that the casino’s bartender was working for Caesar and was lacing his drinks. He was betting more and more, his wallet, his car. Darin wasn’t thinking clearly.
“I don’t have anything else,” Darin’s speech was slurred.
“You can always bet yourself,” Caesar laughed. “A fine body like yours is worth a few grand.”
Darin didn’t even realize what he was wagering. The last thing he remembered was putting down his cards. Through glossy eyes, he saw Caesar’s cards, and heard the laughter of men around him. Then everything went dark as his head fell onto the table.
Darin woke in the casino’s penthouse suite, to the weight of another man on top of him and the pressure of a huge cock pushing into his virgin, straight ass.
“Shittt, What the Fffuck,” Darin yelled and tried to push the man off him. “Get off of me! I’m no faggot,” Darin’s deep voice was threatening.
Darin was yelling, threading. His huge, tough muscles were trying to lift his body off the bed and threw the older man off him.
“Relax, baby,” Caesar whispered into the tough, rough stud’s ear.
Caesar held Darin’s stronger, younger body tighters as he thrust all the way into the tight ass. As soon as Darin’s prostate was rammed, the pain faded. Darin’s eyes rolled back into his eyes and his mouth fell open. The pain of being penetrated for the first time was replaced by pure bliss.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Darin moaned and buried his head into the pillows.
All the fight faded with the pain as his own thick, 8” cock grew to full mast while trapped between the king size bed and his own chisel 8pack. His fists clenched the bedsheets.
“Just relax, baby. That's it. it feels so good,” Caesar kissed Darin’s neck.
Darin’s moans grew louder as the older man began to thrust in and out of him. The straight alpha stud found himself pushing his muscular, plump ass backwards. Deeper and harder Caesar fucked him, the more the drugs in Darin’s system was rewiring him.
Darin’s body was beautiful, with thick layers of shredded darkly tanned muscles. Prison and gang Tattoos covered his wide v-shaped back and the back of right leg. It was ironic that in prison he built his sculpted muscles and got his tattoos to ward off other prisoners from making him their bitch. However, now he was exactly that, another man’s bitch, to a middle aged card shark. Darin was no longer the dangerous ex-con, alpha male. Tears were running down his masculine face and he was whimpering. He was humiliated. Not from being fucked by another man, an older and smaller man, but because he was enjoying it. He was leaking pre-cum onto the bed and was pushing his back against each of Caesar’s thrusts. Darin’s fists pounded the mattress. His masculine, his manhood was being fucked out of him and he couldn’t hold out.
“Oh, Fffuck,” Darin cried out.
Without touching himself Darin came hard. He shot his load onto the sheets below him. As he came his muscular ass cheeks tighter around his new master’s cock and the anal muscles began to milk it. Darin eventually passed out when he felt Caesar’s load filling him.
Darin awakens again with a sore, abused ass. His prized bling around his neck and wrists were gone, having been claimed by Caesar as a trophy. In the replacement of the gold chains and pearl necklace was a gold slave collar. Not only did he lose his money, jewelry, but also his masculinity and freedom.
