Zaddy Issues - Part 3

 "Where's your dad, Cal?" Zach asked.

"At his cabin for the July 4th weekend," Cal replied.

"Oh. Why didn't you go?" he inquired.

"Because it's fucking boring. All he does is sit around, eat, fish, or walk around the fucking woods. I can't get any cell signal or wifi our there. I can't take that shit!" Cal answered, rolling his eyes in disgust as Zach chuckled.

"So, what are you going to do for the weekend, man?" Zach continued.

"I'm going to Taylor's. Her parents are gone and both of us have all weekend to..." Cal grinned slyly as he grabbed his crotch.

"What are your plans, man?" Cal asked as Zach laughed.

"I don't know yet... I'll find something to do, I'm sure. I don't wanna be a fucking third wheel for sure!" he answered as Cal threw a pillow at him.

Zach decided that he would surprise Mr. G at his cabin. He had been there with Cal when they were kids and it was pretty isolated. It was about an hour's hike from the parking lot. As he walked up to the cabin, he saw Mr. G through a gap in the curtains. Zach felt his cock throb as he spied on the older man's hulking 6'8", 400 pound frame on a sofa, his thick legs spread and clad in nothing more than a pair of bright yellow bikinis. His overgrown genitals bulged obscenely between his legs, barely contained by his skimpy underwear. The beefy bull was enjoying a beer without a care in the world.

Zach knocked at the door. Not expecting anyone, Mr. G was surprised and jumped towards the door, forgetting that he was practically naked. He opened the door and his jaw fell open when he saw the beaming college freshman.

"Uh, Zach, what... why are you here?" he stammered.

"Hey, Mr. G. I thought you could use some company this weekend!" Zach replied cheerily as his gaze wandered to the beefy male's ponderous package. Without any warning, Zach snapped his foot between Mr. G's gigantic thighs, smacking into the unsuspecting bodybuilder's fat bulging balls.

"Urkkk...." Mr. G groaned as nauseating pain blasted from his crotch. He immediately doubled over, clutching his aching balls. His handsome face now closer to his height, Zach kissed him sweetly on his lips then brushed past him and closed the door.

Zach grasped his wrists, moved them away from his hurting manhood and turned him around. 

"Come on, Mr. G, that was just a little tap. Don't exaggerate," Zach whispered in his ear.

"My balls are really sensitive, man," Mr. G whined in protest.

Zach slowly moved his muscular arms away from his body and coaxed him to stand against the wall. Mr. G was too distracted by the pain to realize what was about to happen. The sadistic teen sent his foot flying between the stricken giant's legs again, slamming into his delicate, overgrown gonads with sickening accuracy. The bigger man let out a strangled gasp of anguish but Zach yanked his wrists upwards to keep him upright and delivered another cruel kick to Mr. G's jumbo-sized, cum-laden testicles.

The humongous bodybuilder screeched in abject agony as he collapsed to the cabin floor and writhed about miserably trying to relieve the sickening pain exploding from his big battered balls. 

"Now, those were kicks. See the difference, Mr. G?" Zach laughed as Mr. G curled into the fetal position, making high-pitched mewling noises as he nursed his afflicted gonads.

"I really like this cabin. I used to love coming here when I was a kid!" Zach commented nostalgically, ignoring the bodybuilder's agonized groans and whimpers. Mr. G remained on the floor, completely incapacitated by the horrible pain from his traumatized testicles. After at least 15 minutes, the larger male finally managed to stagger to his feet, his muscular body still wracked by sickening pain.

"Come sit here!" Zach called out. Mr. G gingerly walked to the couch and sat down slowly, trying his utmost not to jostle his plump, tender gonads.

"You know how much I love playing with your big beautiful balls, Mr. G," Zach whispered into his ear as he ran his fingers over the ample but fragile orbs. Mr. G whimpered in fear and trepidation, terrified of the sadistic teen who was barely a quarter of his size.

Zach took off his shirt and jeans to reveal his taut, muscular, gymnast build, wearing a tight pair of red briefs. He knew what effect he had on the older male and noticed how Mr. G stared longingly at every inch of his body. Using his unbridled lust against him, Zach cheekily straddled his thighs with his bubble butt touching Mr. G's overstuffed pouch.

"Did you miss me, big guy?" he whispered seductively, nibbling on Mr. G's ear lobe.

"Uh... yes..." Mr. G stuttered, his brain scrambled by lust, fear, and pain.

"I certainly missed you, big guy. I especially missed those big balls and that fat ass," Zach cooed as he continued his ministrations. Soon, the bigger male forgot the blazing pain in his groin and began moaning with desire. Zach felt his cock getting harder and pressing against his ass.

"Let's play a game. Winner gets to fuck the loser," Zach grinned.

"Uh, sure... yeah," Mr. G replied, giddy with excitement and the prospect of fucking the handsome Adonis.

"Three round fight. Loser is the first to submit or cum. In the first round, we wear whatever we want. The winner of each round gets to choose what the loser wears the next round. Only one rule: no hitting the head or face. Don't wanna leave any visible marks," Zach explained with a cunning smile.

"Fuck yeah!" Mr. G agreed, confident that he would easily dominate and defeat someone barely a quarter of his huge size. He glanced at Zach and cockily compared his size against his own. Zach was 5'1" and probably 120 lbs. Mr. G was 6'8" and 400 lbs. His brawny arms were twice as big as Zach's head and each trunk-like leg was three times as big as Zach's torso. He was almost twice as tall and practically four times heavier than Zach. How could he lose?

Zach donned a tight black muscle shirt and shorts that showed off his taut physique. Mr. G put on a pair of white briefs that prominently displayed his ample genitals.

Both men squared off in the middle of the cabin. Mr. G was clearly aroused, his boner stuck upwards with the tip protruding above his brief's waistband. Zach eyed the big, bulbous meatballs bobbing below his straining cock. The enormous bodybuilder ambled forwards, trying to grab Zach who easily dodged his blundering attempts. Mr. G continued to clumsily try to use his bulk to envelope and overwhelm him. After a few minutes of dodging his oafish maneuvers, Zach went on the offensive. As Mr. G moved in with his beefy arms outstretched, Zach ducked and fired an uppercut that blasted into his left testicle. Shocked, the mammoth-sized male froze in response to the assault on his oversized gonad. Zach immediately followed with a punch to his right testicle. Mr. G let out a winded "oof" and folded like a pretzel as pain exploded from both his overgrown, sperm-filled organs.

Zach walked around the stricken, doubled-over male, admiring how much pain he inflicted on his best friend's stepfather, the sexy burly bodybuilder who filled his every teenage fantasy. Mr. G tried to suppress the throbbing pain in his groin and abdomen to continue the fight. He lumbered towards Zach, intent on winning so he could fuck Zach. He rushed at Zach, hoping to tackle him. Zach nimbly stepped out of the way and the colossal man's momentum caused him to crash into the wall. Mr. G was somewhat sunned by the impact and Zach pounced on his beefy prey.

He fired a few sharp punches into Mr. G's flabby gut, knocking his wind out. As the larger man started to bend over to protect his midsection, Zach quickly pushed his shoulders back against the wall to open him up. He pressed his forearm against Mr. G's throat to pin him against the wall. As the bodybuilder instinctively reached his hands to his neck, Zach grinned, balled up his fist and repeatedly swung it between his huge thighs as if he was hitting a volleyball. Mr. G screamed in anguish as a salvo of blows careened into his fat, vulnerable, cum-laden testicles. Zach must have struck the wailing giant's rapidly-swelling gonads at least eight times.

Consumed by crippling pain from his manhood, Mr. G slowly crumpled to his knees, his face on the floor, thick ass in the air, clutching desperately at his tenderized testicles.

"I submit!" he whispered as he rocked back and forth to soothe the ungodly pain radiating from his bruised balls into his gut.

"I guess I win Round 1," Zach exclaimed as he playfully sat on the older male's broad back.

"My balls... my fucking balls..." Mr. G whimpered, too preoccupied by the agony exploding from his tenderized testicles to react to Zach's antics.

Zach cheerily left Mr. G to wallow in his pain while he rummaged through his backpack. After almost 20 minutes, Mr. G slowly got up.

"That wasn't fair! You hit me in the balls!" he protested as he carefully sat on the edge of bed, tenderly holding his injured manhood in both hands.

"The rule was no hits to the head or face! We didn't agree about anything else. Besides, why would I not want to play with those big puppies?" Zach replied, pointing to Mr. G's sac, which looked considerably swollen.

Realizing his predicament, the older male seemed sullen. Zach stood behind him and started nibbling on the nape of his neck. In no time, Mr. G's libido stirred despite how badly his balls ached.

"Put this on," Zach ordered as he handed him a leopard print thong. Mr. G obediently peeled off his white briefs. Zach's cock grew hard as Mr. G's red, swollen, apple-sized testicles flopped into view. The thong was too small for the enormous man and could only cover his dick and part of his overgrown gonads. At least 50% of his oversized testicles protruded from the sides of the thong, exactly how Zach wanted it.

Zach peeled off his shirt to reveal his lean, muscular torso, including a very impressive six-pack. He planned to continue using Mr. G's raging libido against him.

"Ready for Round 2?" Zach asked cheekily.

"I guess so," Mr. G answered apprehensively, a nauseating ache still gnawing his bruised balls.

Mr. G kept one hand over his fragile manhood as he cautiously faced off against his pint-sized opponent, terrified of how vulnerable he was because of his oversized testicles.

Zach feigned several kicks towards the older man's groin which t him in retreat every time.

"Not so proud of your big balls are you now, Mr. G?" he giggled. The mammoth-sized bodybuilder was so afraid of Zach busting his ample but delicate balls that he was on the defensive the entire time. His once-proud manhood was now a huge liability. Zach grabbed Mr. G's outstretched arm and pulled him towards himself. As his hefty frame propelled forwards, Zach nimbly twisted his muscular arm behind him. Mr. G groaned in pain as Zach twisted his arm more and forced him to his knees.

Zach knelt behind him and began groping Mr. G's large, jiggly, pasty ass cheeks.

"Fucking sexy..." he commented, lustfully manhandling the older male's substantial cheeks. Mr. G struggled to free himself, motivated by the thought of fucking Zach, but to no avail. Zach kept Mr. G trapped in the arm lock as he continued groping his ass. Mr. G tried to stand up, using his sheer size and strength to overcome Zach's hold. Zach fired a quick jab between Mr. G's hamstrings, striking his sperm-laden testicles with an audible smack. The beefy male gasped and instinctively doubled over from the jolt of pain. Zach released his arm, quickly reached between his ass cheeks, and pulled Mr. G's jumbo-sized testicles out of his thong.

The sadistic college freshman grasped the whimpering male's pendulous scrotum firmly, trapped his bloated balls at the end of the long pink sac, and pulled it hard towards the floor. Mr. G yelped in shock and pain and wiggled his wide hips about to escape from Zach's grasp but the smaller male had him firmly by the balls. Zach pulled his loose, sagging scrotum downwards and behind him keeping the whining bodybuilder on his knees with his legs spread and face on the ground.

"Please don't hurt my balls..." Mr. G begged pitifully. He was in an extremely vulnerable position without any way to free himself.

Maintaining the tension on his dangling scrotum and balls, Zach began thrusting his tongue into Mr. G's pink, exposed asshole. The pleasure from the delicate movements of his tongue contrasted sharply with the sharp pain exploding from his tormented testicles. Mr. G emitted soft, high-pitched moans in response to the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. Every few minutes, Mr. G's moans were punctuated by yelps of pain every time Zach reminded the larger male of his vulnerable position by tugging and twisting his delicate, droopy balls and squashing them against the floor.

Switching gears, Zach yanked Mr. G's pendulous testicles directly backwards, drawing a hoarse cry from the tormented male. He stretched the sagging scrotum until it looked like a long pink rope, literally strangling the thin, taut ball sac with two grapefruit-sized testicles bulging at the end. Mr. G was forced to lift his sizable ass in the air. Zach freed his throbbingly erect 11-inch cock from his shorts and began slapping it against Mr. G's trapped, battered, bloated balls. Mr. G yelped every time Zach's big, hard cock struck the trapped, fragile organs. It was the ultimate display of Zach's superior masculinity over Mr. G's weak, pathetic manhood. 

After about 5 minutes, Mr. G was whimpering miserably, his humongous frame trembling as waves of pain radiated from his trapped and tormented testicles. Dialing up his torture, Zach drew his fist back and began punching his bloated and bruised balls. The larger, older man wailed miserably as a steady series of meaty thwacks announced every time Zach's knuckles connected with the red, swollen, sperm-filled organs. As Mr. G's tenderized testicles swelled further, the sounds of Zach's punches became squishier and his cries became more high-pitched and desperate. His muscular body slumped weakly to the ground when his teenaged tormentor finally released his abused, distended balls. 

"Fuck... my balls.... my fucking balls..." Mr. G whined as he lay on his side, curled up in the fetal position yet again, cradling his wounded, aching testicles in his hands. Zach stroked his hard cock slowly, resisting the urge the ejaculate as he felt his loins stir. It turned him on so much to see the older, heftier male entirely at his mercy.

Mr. G eventually managed to get off the floor. His low-hanging balls were bright red and very swollen and every step he took seemed to make his manhood hurt more. Zach handed him a pink jockstrap with a hole in the crotch.

"For your balls," Zach told Mr. G, gesturing to the hole. The hulking male struggled to pull his fragile, bloated testicles through the opening but eventually succeeded. Zach grinned as he eyed the enormous bodybuilder before him, clad in a pink jockstrap with his fat dangling balls swinging invitingly between his beefy thighs.

Zach himself changed into a pair of electric blue briefs. Mr. G hungrily stared at the college freshman as he peeled off his clothes, showing off his ridiculously huge and erect cock. On his small frame, Zach's cock was unbelievably massive - practically the length and girth of his forearm.

"Fuck... do you jack off with two hands?" Mr. G asked with both lust and fascination as he stared at Zach's horse-sized cock.

"Only when I think of your big ass and balls, Mr. G!" Zach smiled as he grabbed his dick with both hands.

Mr. G blushed as he looked down at his own dick, which was a respectable 8 inches but seemed tiny compared to Zach's gigantic schlong.

"Round 3. Are you... ooff!" Zach was cut off as Mr. G suddenly grabbed him. Using his immense strength, he lifted Zach off the ground and carried him to the bed. He threw Zach on the bed and climbed on top of him with only one thought on his mind. Somewhat surprised, Zach struggled to get back in control but Mr. G's big, bulky frame was too heavy. 

"Well, damn..." Zach laughed as he struggled with Mr. G's face less than a two inches away. He playfully kissed Mr. G on the lips as he planned his escape. The larger male kissed him in return and began grinding his hips against his, his hard cock rubbing against Zach's own boner. His massive torso pinned Zach against the bed and Mr. G had a firm grip on his arms.

Zach decided that struggling against the behemoth wouldn't work. He passionately kissed Mr. G on the lips and neck, driving the bigger male wild with desire. Mr. G's breathing grew heavier as his cock became harder.

"I want to fuck you so badly," Mr. G whispered.

"Uh, no..." Zach replied with a smile.

"Come on.... you know you've always wanted my big cock inside you," Mr. G grunted as he flipped Zach over and pulled his briefs down, exposing his smooth butt.

"Stop!" Zach insisted as he struggled to free himself.

Mr. G ignored his pleas and began rubbing his crotch over Zach's ass. Zach felt his hard member through the fabric of his jockstrap and his heavy, dangling balls flopping all over the back of his legs.

"That ass looks so tight!" Mr. G mumbled as he roughly handled Zach's butt with one hand.

"Stop!" Zach said again.

"I'm gonna fuck this ass hard," Mr. G grunted, ignoring Zach's protests, entirely consumed by lust.

Zach sensed his opportunity when Mr. G lifted his torso and struggled to free his cock his tight underwear. He  wiggled to turn to face the somewhat surprised bodybuilder and swiftly plunged his hands between the hefty male's legs. He grabbed both sperm-filled, overgrown testicles firmly in each hand. Mr. G's expression immediately turned from lust into panic.

"Please.... no.... not my balls again..." his plea was cut short as Zach dug his fingers into the squishy, sensitive, meaty orbs without an ounce of mercy.

Mr. G's face contorted into a mask of anguish and he dropped to his side. His massive, muscular body  spasmed uncontrollably as Zach mercilessly crushed and squeezed his fat, fragile testicles. Zach got on his knees on the bed while maintaining a vise-like grip on the now sobbing man's badly-aching, very swollen gonads.

"What were you trying to do, man?" Zach reprimanded as he yanked and twisted Mr. G's traumatized testicles, making the huge male squeal like a girl.

"I'm sorry! Please!" he begged pitifully. Zach was mad that Mr. G was actually trying to fuck him against his will. He squeezed the plump, distended, spongy orbs harder, digging each finger into the doughy, nerve-filled, meaty organs. Mr. G was completely hysterical with anguish, crying and whimpering incoherently as he weakly tried to pull Zach's hands away from his tormented manhood.

Zach alternated squeezing each distended, fleshy orb, applying sudden bursts of intense pressure to each testicle in turn. The enormous bodybuilder bawled in sheer anguish as his pain levels shot up. Zach was almost mesmerized by the whole experience - the shrill screams from Mr. G, feeling how squishy his fat gonads were, and seeing the satiny bubbles of testicular flesh protruding between his fingers.

Mr. G began coughing and retching as the sickening pain from his abused manhood twisted his insides. His cries became softer and hoarser as he turned pale from the awful agony.

"I'll do anything, man, please... I submit," he whimpered.

"Anything?" Zach asked, maintaining his unyielding grip on his bloated, battered balls.

"Anything! Please! Don't break my balls, please!" Mr. G begged.

"Be my sex slave this weekend. You must do everything I ask or I'll pop your big sorry balls!" Zach demanded, squeezing the wailing hulk's swollen testicles for good measure.

"Yes, yes, I agree!" Mr. G cried desperately, his handsome face red and covered in tears.

When Zach finally released his mangled manhood, Mr. G's ballsac was so grotesquely swollen it looked like a red and purple cantaloupe. Wracked by agony, Mr. G could barely move his massive muscular frame. He whimpered softly as one hand gingerly cradled his tenderized testicles and another massaged his aching abdomen.

"My balls hurt so fucking bad..." he whined miserably.

"Well, you shouldn't have tried to fuck me," Zach retorted as he feigned a punch at Mr. G's groin.

The beefy bodybuilder squealed in terror and immediately brought both hands to protect his fragile, feeble, swollen testicles.

"No more.... please, Zach... My balls can't take anymore," Mr. G begged.

"Well, slave, get to work then!" Zach ordered, pulling his beer bottle-sized cock out and placing it on Mr. G's trembling lips.

Obediently, the bull of man started sucking and slurping hungrily on Zach's massive dick. Zach leaned his head back and moaned in pleasure as Mr. G dutifully serviced him, trying his hardest to fit as much of his huge cock in his mouth.

Zach ordered Mr. G to sit on the floor against the bed. The burly man moved slowly, trying his best not to jostle or bump his dangling, swollen testicles. The cold floor offered some relief to his injured, inflamed gonads. Once Zach had the larger male in position, he grabbed his hair in both and shoved his cock into his gaping mouth, gagging him. Ignoring his gagging, Zach skull-fucked Mr. G, thrusting his huge dick as far down his throat as it would go.

As Zach finally pulled his cock out of his mouth, Mr. G gasped for air, his handsome face covered in tears, snot, and spit.

"Wow, you liked that, didn't you?" Zach smiled, pointing at Mr. G's boner.

"On the bed. Get on your back," Zach commanded.

The pint-sized college freshman lifted both Mr. G's legs with astonishing strength. Each hefty, muscular appendage was three times as thick as Zach's body but he had no problem holding them aloft. He slipped his hard, lubed cock against Mr. G's hole and slipped it in easily.

"Wow, you were ready for some cock, weren't you!" Zach commented as he slid his cock balls-deep into the moaning bodybuilder.

"Yes, sir!" Mr. G whimpered submissively as Zach began thrusting his rigid dick into his thick ass, staring deeply into his eyes. The larger, older male emitted high-pitched moans as he surrendered his masculinity to the dominant Zach.

He flipped Mr. G on his side, his bloated, pendulous balls hanging between his hamstrings as he continued pounding his fat, hungry ass. Mr. G's moans became more shrill as Zach's thrusts grew faster and harder, his hip bone frequently slamming into the older male's aching, oversized balls.

"Fuck.... I'm gonna blow..." Zach groaned as he emptied his warm load into Mr. G's ample ass. He pulled out and a stream of cum dripped from the bodybuilder's gaping hole.

Zach collapsed contentedly besides the burly man. He smiled at him and began kissing him passionately as his fingers gently caressed Mr. G's distended, plump balls. The big, burly man whimpered with fear initially but soon Mr. G returned his kisses and forgot about the blazing pain in his oversized genitals.

"I think we need another round," Zach grinned, his cock standing at full attention. The college freshman's libido was out of control and he was ready to pound the older man again.

"Face down, ass up!" Zach ordered. Mr. G obeyed meekly, getting on his belly and thrusting his fat, pasty butt in the air.

"Damn, your hole is so stretched out it looks like a pussy now. I want you to refer to it as your pussy from now on, understand?" Zach remarked.

Mr. G hesitated and the college freshman immediately grabbed his sagging scrotum with one hand, trapped his bloated balls at the base, and slapped them mercilessly with his other hand. The huge man howled in agony and tried to pull away but Zach's stranglehold on his fragile testicles kept him in his place.

"Yes, sir! That's my pussy, sir!" Mr. G squeaked in anguish by the fifth slap to his inflamed, bloated gonads.

"Good boy!" Zach replied, releasing the whining bodybuilder's bruised and beaten balls. His hulking frame slumped to the bed but his ample ass remained in the air. Zach, unable to restrain himself any longer, plunged his hard cock into Mr. G's hole. Slapping the older man's wide, doughy ass-cheeks until they were red, Zach pounded his fat ass relentlessly as Mr. G emitted high-pitched moans of pleasure and pain. As he was about to climax, Zach pulled out, flipped Mr. G on his back, spread his legs, grabbed his swollen balls and pulled upwards savagely. As Mr. G screamed in pain, Zach thrust his cock into his ass and continued fucking him while using his pendulous scrotum like some lever. Mr. G's expression of utter fear, agony, and pleasure turned Zach on so much that in no time, he groaned in ecstasy as he emptied another warm load inside the whimpering bodybuilder.

As Zach climaxed, he tugged Mr. G's pendulous scrotum hard, drawing a desperate scream from the husky man.

"Sorry, man. Got a bit carried away. You're just so fucking hot," Zach laughed as he released Mr. G's tormented testicles.

Spent, Zach flopped down besides Mr. G's massive frame. The afflicted giant gingerly turned to one side and curled into that all-too-familiar fetal position. His tenderized testicles were so swollen that the only comfortable position for him to tuck them between his bulky thighs. He placed one hand over them protectively, gently caressing the inflamed, puffy, cum-filled orbs to soothe the waves of sickening pain.

Zach gazed at Mr. G's muscular, beefy body heaving with each soft sob as he mumbled incoherently about his big boys. His eyes wandered to his broad, meaty butt cheeks and the greyish stream of cum leaking down his crack onto his heavy and extremely swollen testicles.

Zach felt a twinge of pity for the hulking giant but the temptation was too great. He snapped his knee into the unsuspecting bodybuilder's trapped, defenseless, overgrown balls. Mr. G's enormous, muscular body spasmed and he let out a hoarse scream. He started sobbing in wretched agony from the nauseating, awful pain exploding from his demolished genitals as he rocked back and forth in a futile attempt to relieve his agony. Zach felt slightly guilty for inflicting so much pain on Mr. G.

He lifted the whimpering giant's brawny arms from his abused gonads and climbed onto his huge body. His ballsac had swelled larger than a cantaloupe and looked bright purple; his decent-sized cock appeared like a small nub because his balls were so swollen and distended.

"Please... no more, man... my balls can't take anymore..."  Mr. G whined pathetically, tears streaming down his handsome face.

Zach grabbed his beefy soft pecs in both hands, pressed them together, and began sucking on his salami-sized nipples.

"Feels like real tits!" Zach mumbled as he hungrily sucked on Mr. G's nipples. The whimpering bodybuilder was soon in heaven, moaning ecstatically as he discovered how sensitive his nipples were. Mr. G's cock swelled to full mast despite the awful pain in his bruised and battered balls. Expertly, Zach maneuvered the helpless bodybuilder's legs apart as he continued his ministrations and slid his cock into Mr. G's hungry hole yet again.

The colossal bodybuilder surrendered whatever remained of his manhood to the pint-sized, younger Zach. He spread pressed his large pecs together and let Zach treat them like breasts as he sucked on his pink nipples while thrusting his huge cock in and out of Mr. G's ass.

"I'm fucking coming...." Mr. G groaned as his cock squirted glob after glob of creamy jizz all over his abdomen. Zach soon followed, biting down on Mr. G's squishy pecs as he emptied his third load into the older male's ruined hole.

"Damn, Mr. G.... All I want to do is fuck you every moment I can," Zach smiled as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm and wiped the last drops of his jizz on Mr. G's scrotum.

"My pussy is all yours, sir," Mr. G replied, gazing into Zach's eyes submissively.

"You'll let me fuck your fat pussy and play with your big balls any time I want to, slave?" Zach asked, playfully placing his knee on the bodybuilder's bruised, bloated balls.

"Yes, sir!" Mr. G answered timidly, acknowledging the complete subjugation of his manhood to the dominant college freshman.