Sinful Life, Dreamy Death (Complete) + Extra Chapter

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Prologue, Original Sin
Locke awoke with a start, his muscular body drenched in sweat, the sheets soaked through. His bright blue eyes widened, he gasped for breath; beneath his thick, muscular chest, his heart pounded, making his throat ache.
After a while, Locke finally became slightly more alert and slowly sat up. He turned his head and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table to his right.
Five in the morning, an hour earlier than usual.
Locke wiped the sweat from his handsome face with his right hand. After a while, he slowly moved his muscular body to the window and put on his slippers.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, the crisp, refreshing sound of water droplets hitting the floor. Locke closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the hot water flowing over his body, and inadvertently recalled his nightmare. It
had been going on for a week now. The dream felt incredibly real; every blade of grass and every tree was exceptionally clear. Of course, there were no flowers, no trees, only raging flames reaching the heavens and boundless darkness.
"What do you want? I can give you." Blood-red skin, scalding heat, a lewd scent. That sharply defined face was full of masculine charm, yet it appeared exceptionally evil and cruel. Two long, dark horns grew from his forehead, extending towards the black hole-like sky. His tall, muscular body was naked, with only a negligible black cloth covering his genitals.
To say it covered them was merely symbolic; his astonishingly deep red, enormous penis coiled like a dragon behind the cloth, appearing and disappearing. Every vein was clearly visible, its full, ferocious shape almost easily breaking through the cloth's barrier and bursting forth.
For a week, ever since Locke found and kept the black jade at the construction site, this nightmare had haunted his pillow every night. All night long, flames raged; all night long, darkness enveloped him; all night long, he faced that powerful, terrifying crimson body.
All night long, he heard that one sentence: "What do you want? I can give you." Locke had remained silent. Faced with this terrifying atmosphere, who could utter a word? Yet, just last night, before the seventh day ended, he spoke.
As if suddenly realizing the rarity of this opportunity from his terror, he spoke urgently: "What can you give me?" he asked, mustering his courage.
The crimson monster before him grinned grotesquely and said, "I can give you anything, whatever you want." "Then give me a stronger body," Locke heard himself plead urgently.
From childhood, his robust physique had ensured his carefree existence, allowing him to easily obtain anything he desired. When he needed homework, he would threaten the skinny, bookish students in his class to do it for him; when he wanted drinks, he would force the shopkeeper to bring him cases upon cases. Even now, on the construction site, the miners, far more experienced than him, avoided him; no one dared to mess with him. His bulging muscles and natural size gave him a significant advantage. He was well aware of this, which was why his pursuit of fitness and intensive training bordered on obsession—it was the source of his strength, his magnificent physique the only capital he needed to survive in this world.
However, he had another asset.
"Give me...give me an even bigger cock." He continued.
Strong and handsome, he had already half-seduced, half-forced several girls in his class into having sex when he was only 12. As he grew older, his enormous penis, after the trials of puberty, became even larger. Since entering high school, Locke had never personally pursued any women—the girls in puberty began to offer themselves to him. Word spread quickly, and gradually the whole school knew that this school bully not only possessed the physique of a fitness athlete but also a stallion-sized penis. By the day of his graduation, Locke almost... He had already slept with every girl in the school, and even satisfied several horny boys with his enormous penis.
After graduating from high school, Locke came to this mine to work as a coal miner. The coal mining team was all men, so the more senior miners often used the younger miners' anuses for sexual gratification. However, no one dared to touch Locke; this muscular young man could easily take down any man who dared to approach him. When Locke first arrived at the mine, a company commander tried to publicly abuse Locke's anus to declare his ownership of this strong young man. However, the result was completely different from what he expected; the strong Locke knocked him to the ground with one blow, ripped his jeans, and... Then, he was forced to ejaculate in front of everyone. That day, Locke's astonishing size was exposed to the miners, arousing the desires of the thirsty men in the mine. Afterwards, miners would approach Locke daily, offering their anuses for the robust brute to vent his lust.
A body of bulging, veiny muscles and an enormous, thick penis—these were the absolute symbols of his male dominance, Locke always believed. So last night, when he finally asked the crimson monster for a gift, these two things were the first things that came to mind—these two symbols of masculinity that had always allowed him to do as he pleased and earned him so much worship.
'More, more.' 'Not enough, more.' The crimson monster grinned, responding to Locke's request with an unusually cruel smile.
"As you wish," it said. As you wish.
Thinking this, Locke seemed to snap out of his daze and immediately began to examine his muscular body.
He was stunned.
His already bulging muscles had now doubled in size! His already exceptionally robust physique was now disproportionately straight and strong, radiating an intense and absolute masculine power! Locke stared at his body, dumbfounded.
Suddenly, he snapped back to reality and hurriedly looked down at his crotch.
Before him was an astonishingly large dragon, even in its limp state, it was as thick as a wrist! The massive penis dangled between Locke's thick, stake-like legs, its swaying shaft hanging down his thighs to knee height. Locke was ecstatic; his heart pounded with excitement. He imagined the stunned expressions on the faces of all the miners when he entered the mine, their increasingly hungry eyes, the adoration of men worldwide, and the madness of women around the world.
Thinking of this, a joyful and triumphant smile spread across Locke's handsome face.
Chapter 1, pride.
For an entire morning, Locke's entire mining area was practically paralyzed. All the miners rushed to see Locke's colossal, muscular physique. Some admired, some longed, some envied, some were jealous, but all were deeply shocked. The mine foreman, a burly man named Jet, had to use a whip to forcefully disperse the crowd and get the astonished miners back to work. However, when he reached Locke, even the foreman, Jet, was stunned. It took him a while to react and continue dispersing the onlookers.
Locke, surrounded by the crowd, wore a smug grin on his handsome face, smugly accepting their gazes. He knew that during lunch break, a whole platoon of hunks would be lined up in front of him for him to choose from.
"Locke, how did you train? What kind of shortcut made you this good overnight?"
"Hey buddy, don't be so selfish, share your secrets!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
"Locke, your dick seems to have gotten bigger too!"
"God! Look at the shape inside those jeans!"
"Oh my god, are you on drugs?"
"What drugs did you take, Locke? Do you have any more?"
"Hey baby, I'll give it to you tonight, no other agreements!"
Screw you, this cock is mine tonight! "
Locke! Locke!"
Locke closed his eyes, a smug and satisfied smile creeping onto his lips. Yes, call his name. Let that intoxicating name echo on everyone's lips.
I will be a hero. Easily join the ranks of heroes with muscles and a huge cock.
During lunch break, the door to the break room was locked. This sinful little space was crammed with a dozen naked, muscular men, their sweat raising the temperature and relentlessly baking these rough miners.
However, these dozen or so men didn't mind. In fact, they were the strongest men in the entire mining area; the weaker miners had long been pushed out the door and couldn't even get in. This room at noon was a hellish paradise.
Locke sat lazily on the sofa, legs spread wide, looking down at the dozen or so naked, muscular men with an arrogant expression. His well-developed muscles creaked under the weight of the sofa, making the already small room seem even smaller.
Locke's jeans were already zipped up, and the dozen or so men crowded around his thighs. They jostled each other, their eyes bloodshot, trying to squeeze in as close to Locke as possible. The three or four closest men were now frantically licking and kissing Locke's enormous penis, glistening with clear saliva, a lewd sight that drove the coal miners even more mad. Another man was squeezed under the sofa, but he didn't mind. Instead, he frantically stroked his swollen, engorged penis while his tongue was stretched out, licking Locke's two large, round testicles with ecstatic fervor.
Lewd and satisfied moans filled the break room. Locke reveled in the physical services his coworkers provided, watching the decadent scene unfold with smug satisfaction.
Most of the burly miners in the room couldn't reach Locke's massive penis; their nerves were taut with desire. In despair, the miners abandoned the proud behemoth and began to rub and experience Locke's muscular physique with their hands, mouths, faces, and bodies.
The two miners who could touch Locke's full pectoral muscles breathed heavily, pressing their hips against the sofa back and shaking their buttocks rapidly, shamelessly using the sofa to rub their penises. Only in this way could they free their hands to fully knead and enjoy the abundant, muscular chest muscles before them. Soon, the two strong miners were panting heavily, their hands grasping Locke's massive pectoral muscles trembling. Seconds later, they each howled and ejaculated over a dozen streams of semen onto the back of the sofa.
Several miners couldn't squeeze to Locke's thighs, so they could only surround his calves and feet, their mouths dry and saliva drenched in lust. Finally, one of the burly men couldn't bear the torment any longer. He grabbed Locke's inhumanly strong calves and slammed his swollen, aching penis against Locke's hamstring. Like a male in heat, this burly man tightly embraced Locke's calves, beginning to thrust his hips up and down, fully enjoying this male-like treatment! Soon, lewd moans came from deep within his throat, and his hips moved faster and faster, with increasing amplitude, like a motor. Finally, this burly man roared and fiercely hugged Locke's calves, spewing his white, viscous fluid all over Locke's calf muscles.
The other burly men, seeing this male-like man's lewd and satisfied state, were already itching to act. One of the miners, who could only possess Locke's right foot, lay down on the ground without hesitation, spreading his legs wide. He then grabbed Locke's large foot with both hands and slammed it hard against his groin. The naked, muscular man lay on the floor groaning wantonly, his large hands reaching down to his crotch, pressing Locke's massive foot against his penis. He swayed his hips lewdly, allowing Locke's foot to rub and squeeze his genitals to the maximum extent. After a few minutes, the man arched his back violently, his neck arching backward, supporting his entire body weight with his buttocks and head. His mouth was wide open, his eyes wide, and the veins on his neck and face were bulging and flushed red. He trembled all over, maintaining this position, but no sound came out of his throat, only a soft "gurgling" sound. Just as the miners beside him were wondering about his position, a large puddle of murky white semen appeared on the floor beneath his buttocks: the large foot pressing on his groin had compressed his urethra, causing a large amount of semen to slowly flow from his urethra, soaking his entire genitals, and finally piling up on the floor along his rounded buttocks. Unintentionally, this lewd miner experienced a two-minute orgasm for the first time in his life.
The young miner couldn't squeeze into the frenzied crowd, but just looking at Locke's muscles was enough to bring him to the brink of ejaculation. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer: with red eyes and gritted teeth, he forcefully pushed aside the muscular men in front of him, rushed to the armrest of the sofa, and slammed his left hand down on Locke's clearly defined and alluring abs. Upon touching those hard and sexy abs, the young miner seemed to suddenly feel an unusually intense surge of masculinity coursing through his entire body. This moment was incredibly stimulating for him. Before he could even massage those alluring abs, a warm current rushed between his legs. The young miner, shocked by the intense sensory stimulation the instant he touched Locke's skin, ejaculated.
Meanwhile, a different scene unfolded beside Locke's thighs. After nearly an hour of being continuously serviced by four lewd mouths, Locke's massive, horse-like penis was swollen and ready to erupt. The smooth, shiny, round glans was not only covered in sticky saliva but also oozing copious amounts of Locke's prostatic fluid. The continuous engorgement made the veins of his enormous penis bulge, and the glans was swollen a purplish-red. The large, cavernous urethral opening began to open and close, as if announcing that this muscular man was now at his limit.
Locke was now covered in sweat and panting heavily. His brow was furrowed, his eyes fixed on his opening and closing urethral opening. He could feel the moment of ejaculation was approaching; this was his first ejaculation since his body mutated, and he didn't want to miss the sight of himself spraying semen.
A moment later, a low growl came from Locke's throat. The muscular man tightly closed his eyes, then forced them open again to witness the spectacle of his stallion-like penis ejaculating.
Suddenly, Locke's full muscles trembled violently, and his two thick, muscular legs straightened abruptly. A large gush of white semen burst from his enormous, cavernous penis, like a faucet suddenly turned on. The force of this jet of semen was immense; it flew straight towards Locke's handsome face. With a splash, Locke's handsome face was covered in a sticky, milky-white spray of his first ejaculation. The dozen or so lewd miners were stunned by this sight, so when Locke's second ejaculation occurred, all the naked men stared, mouths agape. Locke's muscles contorted in agony as the second shot struck his chest, instantly turning his two massive pectoral muscles white.
Finally, the miners realized what was happening. Several miners surrounding Locke's thighs immediately frantically pressed their mouths against Locke's enormous glans, hungrily awaiting the next ejaculation to feast on. The two miners guarding Locke's muscular chest were even more frantically squeezing and kneading the muscular man's large pectoral muscles, rubbing the two massive fleshy mounds in the sticky, slippery fluid. The incredibly lewd sensation instantly made the two, who had already ejaculated, harden again. The young miner who couldn't control his orgasm after touching the abdominal muscles, after witnessing this unprecedentedly spectacular ejaculation, hadn't even had time to close his astonished mouth before he uncontrollably ejaculated again.
The most pitiful were the muscular man rubbing his groin against Locke's calves like a gu, and the muscular man pressing Locke's feet against his own groin. Because Locke abruptly straightened his legs before ejaculating, the burly man, who was tightly gripping Locke's calves with his hips, hadn't had time to release his hands before Locke's legs lifted him off the ground. Then, the astonishing speed of the leg straightening toss the man into the air. Tragically, the man's hips were the only point of support between him and Locke throughout the entire process! The force was as if the man's entire weight had been concentrated and slammed onto his own testicles and penis in a single second. The near-shattering pain in his testicles, combined with the intense pleasure from the immense pressure on his hips, caused the man to convulse and ejaculate thick semen in mid-air. Before he hit the ground, he had already passed out, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. If there had been a slow-motion replay, the other miners would have clearly seen his face contorted in agony in mid-air. He tried to cover his nearly bursting testicles with his hands, but there wasn't time. His muscular buttocks were thrown high into the air, looking like a slut waiting to be fucked in the air. His half-engorged penis hadn't even had time to harden when the immense pressure forced him to ejaculate. Waves of semen sprayed into the air with each thrust of his hips, his still-soft penis spraying warm, lustful fluid onto everyone in the room like a high-pressure water pipe.
The muscular man who had orgasmed for a full two minutes under Locke's foot was undoubtedly in agony. Just before his own orgasm, Locke abruptly straightened his leg, essentially kicking the man's penis and testicles hard. The man was sent flying, sliding nearly ten meters along the floor. He passed out before he could even scream; he hadn't even experienced the pleasure of orgasm. The extreme pressure on his testicles had rendered him unconscious before the orgasm, and after he lost consciousness, large amounts of semen gushed from his urethra, staining his abs and spreading across the floor.
An hour of lunch break passed, and the door to the break room opened. Locke was the first to emerge, impeccably dressed, his expression as smug and disdainful as ever, as if nothing had happened. A thick stench of sweat and semen wafted from the room, the dense male hormones almost suffocating.
Inside the break room, a dozen naked, muscular miners lay limply, their bodies and faces covered in thick, white semen. Some were panting heavily, others had already passed out; the intense ejaculation of the past hour had almost completely drained their strength.
Locke walked towards the mining area without looking back, feeling extremely satisfied.
It seemed the request had been worthwhile. No, more than worthwhile, it was like winning the lottery.
'This proves I'm always right,' Locke thought. 'With a strong physique and a large penis, what can defeat me?'
Chapter Two:
The night in the small town of Sloth was very quiet; with no entertainment, everyone had long since fallen asleep. The only sounds in the night sky of the mining area were the faint chirping of insects.
Locke was already lying in bed, his mind hazy with satisfaction as he stroked his massive, intoxicating muscles, a smug smile on his face. He imagined his life from now on, being served by a group of sex slaves every day, and silently told himself that the first man in the mine to touch this giant cock tomorrow would have the honor of being fucked until his ass was ripped open.
However, how could he possibly foresee what was about to happen?
A raging fire burned all around, and a hungry, greedy lust permeated the rhythm of the flames. Locke opened his blurry eyes and was immediately stunned by the scene before him.
He thought that after last night, he would never have to have this nightmare again.
Suddenly, the flames in front of Locke retreated to the left and right, making way for a passage. From the abyss of darkness, the tall, strong, red monster walked unhurriedly until he stood before the terrified, burly miner.
"Sinner, we meet again." A familiar, cruel smile appeared on the monster's rugged yet alluring face. Locke opened his mouth, seemingly desperately awaiting an explanation, but no sound came from his overwhelmed shock. "
Ignorant fool, it seems you don't even recognize a demon. You have made a pact with me; your soul will serve me eternally after death." A demon! Locke's mind went blank, his azure eyes widening in disbelief. He had made a pact with a demon! He had actually made a pact with a demon! This powerful physique, this thick, fat penis—the price was permanent exile!
The demon looked at Locke's terrified handsome face and smiled with satisfaction. He slowly bent down, pressing his fiery body close to the immobile Locke.
"Don't worry, you have several decades to enjoy your request." Locke seemed to suddenly awaken, immediately pleading frantically with the demon before him.
"No! No! Oh, spare me! I can make amends! Tell me how to make amends for this mistake!" The demon seemed to relish the burly man's humble pleas, the arrogant and timid man finally terrified. He smirked, staring into Locke's eyes, and after a long while, slowly uttered a proposal in a magnetic, seductive tone.
The demon's proposal:
"Seeing your sincerity, I'll give you a choice. For the next three nights, you will serve me. In return, I won't force you to come to Hell after death; you will have the freedom to choose. How about it?" Locke, already weeping, stared blankly at the crimson demon before him, seemingly unable to believe the demon would offer such a good choice.
Just three nights to avoid eternal torment?
The demon stared intently into Locke's eyes, uttering another sentence with a half-smile:
"Of course, you can also choose to begin a lifetime of repentance now, and perhaps Heaven will decide to accept you. Those whom Heaven is willing to accept, we disdain to accommodate." Locke was stunned; he hadn't expected there to be more than two choices. A lifetime of toil, or three nights of endurance? This massive bull, though never one for deep thought, could still discern such a comparison. "I've decided to serve you for three days," the demon said, a near-mad smugness flashing in its eyes.
The muscular man, as the demon had predicted, had fallen for the trap easily.
Suddenly, the demon pressed its enormous hands onto Locke's strong shoulders. The irresistible force instantly knocked Locke down, this one of the largest men in the world kneeling before the demon without warning. Before the astonished Locke could react, he was overwhelmed by a strong, lewd stench: before him lay a black cloth covering the demon's enormous penis!
"Lick it properly, you filthy gu!" A deafening roar filled Locke's ears; he couldn't believe his ears. He, Locke, a strong and muscular man who had spent his life being high above others, a young stallion who had fucked men and women everywhere he went, was now actually licking this devil's giant cock like a dog!
Before he could even resist, a magnetic, devilish whisper suddenly flooded his mind.
"What does it matter? Nobody sees. Who would doubt your masculine dignity? In their eyes, you're still a muscular, big-dicked bull. Would you rather spend your whole life holed up in your room praying to gods?" These words shattered Locke's will to resist. How could a strong, mindless bull possibly resist the devil's wickedness?
Locke gritted his teeth and slowly turned his face toward the astonishingly enormous thing. Trembling, he reached out his right hand and lifted the sinister black cloth covering his face.
His eyes widened as he stared at the crimson dragon thicker than his calf. Veins bulged on its massive shaft, the juicy glans as large as a ball—and this was in its flaccid state. God, he couldn't imagine how terrifying this inhuman penis would be when engorged!
"Use your mouth and tongue well." Thoughts raced through Locke's not-so-skilled mind. This was his last chance to back down. He imagined his escape route: a lifetime of atonement—what arduous labor that would be!
Who would choose a muddier path over a simpler one?
Locke closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue, diligently licking the demon's thick, engorged penis.
Instantly, a heavy groan escaped the demon's throat. Locke forced himself to stop thinking, embracing the fleshy pillar before him and beginning to lick it up and down.
'Work harder, you brat, you won't leave here until I've satisfied you.' The glans, full and bright red, began to secrete a clear, viscous fluid. The demon, panting heavily, looked smugly at the strong, muscular man kneeling before him. He knew that the man, who now only wanted to end his nightmare quickly, would soon shamelessly enjoy this heavenly hell.
Clear, lustful fluid slowly flowed down the thick, veiny penis, into Locke's mouth. Gradually, Locke's consciousness began to blur. He couldn't possibly know that the demon's lustful fluid had a powerful aphrodisiac effect, nor could he possibly know the perilous situation he was in: he was only one step away from eternal doom.
Time seemed to lose its meaning in the nightmare; Locke had long forgotten how long he had been licking the enormous penis before him. In fact, even if he tried to remember the time, he was already delirious after swallowing so much of the demon's lustful fluid.
More importantly, without realizing it, he began to enjoy serving this enormous penis, and gradually felt an insatiable thirst, his caresses of the demon's massive rod becoming exceptionally frenzied. He pressed his two incredibly strong, full pectoral muscles against the demon's massive rod, rubbing them up and down, actually allowing the demon to fuck his pectoral muscles! Even more deadly, he began to feel a strange pleasure, and low moans escaped his throat uncontrollably.
Was it the demon's semen that made him so lewd? Or perhaps, humans are just so base, learning to adapt through torture, and finding pleasure in that adaptation?
"Push harder, you lewd bull." Locke obediently pressed his entire chest and abdomen against the demon's massive pillar, his arms wrapped around the large glans. His full lips covered the demon's urethral opening, his tongue constantly teasing the tender flesh inside, using every trick in the book to satisfy both the demon's and his own desires. The demon let out a low growl.
"Oh, you slut, push harder!" Locke immediately began to twist his waist like a snake. A muscular man as strong as an ox was tightly embracing a huge fleshy pillar, his body undulating up and down, his round, firm buttocks constantly arching and swaying with the twisting of his waist, utterly lewd and devoid of dignity. A series of almost blissful groans escaped the muscular man's throat, his movements becoming increasingly exaggerated and shameless.
"Put your fingers into your slutty, horny asshole!" Locke obediently complied; in truth, he was now incapable of any thought other than lust.
He spread his muscular legs wide, exposing his pink anus to the scorching air between his round, firm buttocks. Locke's hands traced the bulging muscles of his body, sliding down to between his buttocks, and without hesitation, he inserted two middle fingers into his anus simultaneously!
Instantly, the pain and discomfort sent a shiver through the muscular man, but a strange pleasure quickly overwhelmed him, making him even more thirsty and frenzied. Shamelessly, he raised his buttocks, vigorously rubbing his massive pectoral muscles against the demon's thick shaft, his two middle fingers unconsciously thrusting in and out, shamelessly fucking his own anus.
A long time passed, and thick, clear vaginal fluid continued to gush from Locke's anus, which had become loose from being penetrated by his own fingers. The muscular miner's penis was now swollen and erect, his pre-ejaculate endlessly dripping from the glans.
"Put more fingers into your anus!" Locke complied again; he was now nothing more than a mass of lewd muscles. The strong bull effortlessly inserted the other four fingers of both hands into his already open anus, and a wanton groan immediately escaped his throat. Instantly, large gushes of vaginal fluid and fleshy juice gushed from Locke's horny anus, and the strong man's glans jerked upwards, spurting out a large amount of white semen.
The devil smiled triumphantly. "Yes, being made to ejaculate from your own fingers digging into your anus, this is the first step." "Continue to serve my cock, spread your ass wide open, let me satisfy you with my fingers." Locke obediently pulled his hands out of his anus once more, forcefully spreading his two strong buttocks apart. His anus, dripping with lewd fluids, could no longer close, opening and closing rhythmically as if awaiting the invasion of some colossal entity.
The demon extended its middle finger, a non-human finger as thick as Locke's penis. This evil finger could easily pierce Locke's intestines, even pulverize all his internal organs; it could permanently rupture Locke's sphincter, and stretch his entire intestines to the point of bursting.
However, this was a dream. This young, robust miner should have felt the pain he deserved, but in his irrational state, it only brought him greater pleasure. As for the physical cruelty and humiliation, it would all disappear when he woke up from the nightmare.
That enormous middle finger was now inside Locke's body. The robust bull roared desperately, his handsome face contorted with blissful pleasure. A large amount of fluid was squeezed out of the bull's body by the fingers, and the thick bull's penis erupted instantly, spraying out streams of murky, thick fluid without stopping. Locke's muscles trembled wildly, and he hugged the demonic pillar in front of him with all his might. His two large pectoral muscles began to rub against the sensitive flesh at the base of the demon's glans at a high frequency due to the trembling of his whole body. The demon's breathing became turbid with Locke's friction, and he also began to use his fingers to fuck Locke's poor anus! The miner's intestines were pulled out of his body again and again, and then pushed back in. This intense pleasure made Locke let out heart-wrenching lewd screams, and his large glans had no time to rest, continuously spraying out thick white semen again and again!
Finally, a roar erupted from the demon's throat. Its massive, swollen, fiery red glans tightened violently, spewing thick, white fluid like a volcanic eruption into the scorching sky, then raining down like a meteor shower, covering the cursed area. Simultaneously, the demon violently yanked its entire finger out of Locke's anus. Locke's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, reaching the most intense climax of his life amidst indescribable pleasure. Lustful vaginal fluid gushed forth like a torrent from his gaping anus, while semen sprayed incessantly like a jet of water, causing the robust bull to convulse as if electrocuted.
After what seemed like a long climax, Locke immediately lost consciousness. He could vaguely hear the demon's evil laughter, seemingly foreshadowing his eternal misfortune.
Chapter 3, Wrath.
At dawn, birdsong accompanied by rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the window. Locke slowly opened his eyes, unable to recall anything for a moment.
As consciousness slowly returned, the muscular miner began to fragmentarily recall the lewd nightmare of the previous night. He should have been terrified, even deeply anxious about the future, but the weakened consciousness of the morning diminished his sense of crisis, making the dream seem unbelievable, both real and unreal.
However, this notion was immediately shattered.
Locke abruptly opened his eyes, realizing he was lying face down on the bed. He never slept face down. Even more surprisingly, he was using his knees and chest as leverage, his large, round buttocks raised high – definitely not a normal morning posture.
Locke struggled to sit up, but the movement of his powerful body brought another strange sensation: a sudden, burning pain shot through his anus.
In fear and surprise, Locke's trembling hands slowly reached towards the center of his buttocks, trying to touch his anus and explore what was happening. His fingers slid along the muscles of his strong thighs, his entire thighs and buttocks covered in a thick, sticky fluid.
The moment they touched his anus, Locke almost cried out: his poor anus was gaping wide like a vent, the anal labia swollen and engorged with blood, the soft intestinal flesh protruding from within! Even worse, as his fingers pressed against this pitiful anus, his enormous penis involuntarily swelled.
Could it be that last night's dream was real?!
A flicker of fear rose in the still-sleepy, burly miner's mind, but the waves of pleasure emanating from his anus quickly overwhelmed his reason. Locke began to caress the exposed flesh of his rectum, humming softly. The
rising sun slanted into Locke's bedroom through the window, painting a picture brimming with masculine desire. A muscular, burly man lay naked on his bed, his handsome face buried in the pillow, his brow furrowed and lips slightly parted. His massive, bulging muscles seemed about to burst through his skin, the thick veins protruding beneath. His powerful chest was pressed against the sheets, yet his lean waist arched almost vertically towards the ceiling, an astonishingly flexible movement. Two round, full buttocks protruded from his narrow waist, his wide-spread thighs exposing his bulging anus to the light of day. The man let out soft, lewd moans, his muscular arms reaching behind him from under his body, his fingers caressing his tender, juicy vulva. The opening and closing of his anus, stimulated by his hands, continuously released viscous fluid, like a flower bud desperately needing soothing, pleading and blooming towards the sky.
Half-asleep, Locke relentlessly rubbed the tender flesh of his anus and rectum for an hour. Throughout this time, his proud, thick penis remained swollen and bulging with veins, the urethral opening continuously leaking clear, lustful fluid. Finally, Locke suddenly felt a spasmodic pleasure emanating from his anus. This pleasure made him open his eyes wide and roar, his legs instantly tensing, raising his throbbing anus even higher. Then, large gushes of milky-white semen erupted from his massive penis onto his sheets. Yes, this incredibly strong man had ejaculated in a vacuum state simply by rubbing his own anus.
After a spasm, a drenched in sweat, Locke collapsed onto his bed, panting heavily. At this moment, his mind was blank. The intense guilt following the satisfaction of his desire left him feeling utterly helpless.
He, a powerful and muscular man with a strong physique and a huge, thick penis, had actually stooped to the point of masturbating himself!
Locke closed his eyes, breathing heavily, his mind racing. Shame and despair finally coalesced into a powerful rage. Locke suddenly opened his eyes, roared, and punched the wooden bedside table by the window. With a loud bang, the bedside table shattered into several pieces.
For the entire morning, Locke's uncharacteristic behavior kept the lewd miners who lusted after his enormous penis from approaching him. Locke silently went about his work, his brow furrowed, his eyes almost spitting fire, effectively scaring away a group of muscular men who came to offer their anuses.
However, male desire always compels some strong men to take risks; they temporarily lose their rationality, disregarding the consequences in order to achieve satisfaction.
"Hey buddy, wanna have some fun later?"
Locke heard the voice and slowly turned around. A burly, bearded man stood behind him, grinning wickedly. His eyes were filled with lust, his thick eyebrows and large eyes exuding not only masculinity but also a uniquely male allure.
Locke was extremely irritable due to his morning and night's experiences. He might very well punch the man in the stomach, shattering his abdominal muscles and internal organs. If it were someone he normally disliked, he might deliver a powerful right hook to the groin, instantly crushing their testicles and rupturing their testicles, ensuring they would never bother him again. However,
this burly man still aroused Locke's lust. This guy was named Tom, and he was one of Locke's favorite men to fuck. Unlike other sluts who were eager to be fucked but afraid of pain, Tom was always as fierce as a lion when Locke fucked him, maintaining his masculine posture even when his anus was about to burst.
"Wait for me in the hut behind the fountain during lunch break."
Tom grinned lewdly at Locke before turning back to his work.
A large fountain stood in the mine, its purpose always puzzling. The mine's leaders seemed to believe it would allow the exhausted miners to relax, but its only real function was to let these sexually frustrated men strip naked and bathe in the water, rubbing their impressive bodies in full view of everyone. If they were lucky, other men would come along, and their sex life for the night would be secured.
Behind the fountain was a hut, originally intended for the fountain manager to rest. Now, its sole purpose was for the miners, who couldn't wait to go home after work, to indulge their lust, satisfying each other's anuses and penises.
When Locke entered the hut, the burly Tom was still standing naked inside, watching him. Tom was as strong as a lion, covered in soft, velvety fur that felt wonderful to the touch. One of Locke's favorite sexual experiences was to grab Tom's large, hairy, juicy pectoral muscles, force him to the ground, and then fuck his asshole. The immense impact caused Tom's body to sway violently, but Locke held his massive pectoral muscles firmly, leaving him only able to watch his asshole being penetrated until it oozed fluid, watching his semen being fucked out wave after wave, completely out of his control.
More importantly, this lewd, burly man was madly in love with this shameful feeling. He often fantasized that he was a cow, needing a thick, fat penis inserted into his hole to produce milk. He would feel uneasy if his milk wasn't completely squeezed from his testicles.
At that moment, the burly man didn't wait a second longer. He turned around, knelt down, and reached behind him, spreading his strong, hairy buttocks. Years of repeated penetration had given his anus a lustful brownish-red hue, writhing between his two massive buttocks, waiting to be forcefully stretched open by a huge cock.
Tom raised his voluptuous buttocks, turned his head, and growled at Locke, "What the hell are you waiting for? Fuck me until I cum!"
Locke's breathing became heavy; he felt his enormous cock stirring. The man's allure made him unable to restrain himself any longer.
Suddenly, Locke ripped off his belt, and a thick, long cock sprang out. Locke took two steps behind Tom, his right hand supporting his astonishingly large cock, his left hand grabbing Tom's buttocks, pressing the head of his penis against Tom's anus.
Only then did Tom, who had been fucked countless times, realize something was amiss. He felt Locke's glans was unusually large today, swollen like a ball against his anus. A sudden panic gripped Tom; for the first time in his life, he felt a pang of regret.
"Hey buddy, wait..."
But Locke was already poised to pounce. Tom's sudden hesitation ignited a nameless fire within him, fueling his already pent-up frustration. The experiences of last night and this morning had made Locke desperate to prove his virility, and this hesitation felt like a denial of his masculine charm. This inexplicable rage instantly consumed Locke. He gripped Tom's hairy, muscular buttocks tightly with both hands and, without hesitation, thrust his terrifyingly large penis all the way into Tom's anus!
For poor Tom, the consequences were dire. The hairy, muscular man's eyes widened, almost bursting at the corners, and before he could even scream, he was anally violated by the enraged Locke. The intense pain instantly numbed his nerves, his mind went blank, and he could only utter low gurgling sounds, too weak to even cry out.
Locke smoothly thrust his entire massive cock into Tom's anus, immediately feeling the pleasure of his penis being tightly enveloped by the intestinal flesh. He hadn't anticipated that his penis becoming even larger meant that the other man's intestines would wrap around him even tighter. This tight feeling made him involuntarily let out a soft moan of pleasure.
So, regardless of Tom's life or death, Locke forcefully pulled that huge thing out of Tom's anus by the hilt! A large clump of intestinal flesh was forcibly torn out of the strong man's battle-hardened anus as the large penis was withdrawn, and poor Tom didn't even have time to groan before passing out.
But Locke was far from finished. Seeing Tom so vulnerable, an inexplicable fire rose in Locke's heart once again. A dark thought surfaced in his mind: he would fuck this slut in front of him until he was crippled.
Driven by anger and lust, the burly miner swung his enormous cock and began thrusting it in and out of the horribly mangled anus before him! After only four or five thrusts, large gushes of vaginal fluid gushed from Tom's pitiful hole, and his massive cock, breaking records, ejaculated thick, white semen in the shortest amount of time, purely from the pleasure of being fucked. Unfortunately, Tom had already lost consciousness.
Locke's thrusts became increasingly brutal; his eyes were bloodshot as he watched the hole that had brought him so much satisfaction being distorted by the fucking. The lewd juices flowing from the anus further fueled Locke's lust. He roared and thrashed his hips, the poor, muscular man beneath him already climaxed multiple times, his once-pleasant hole now a mangled mess of flesh.
An hour later, Tom's milk had been completely drained, and his two once-full, round testicles were now shriveled. Ironically, this was exactly what the burly man had dreamed of. His anus, the very source of his greatest pleasure, had been turned into a bloody pulp by Locke.
After an hour of frenzied thrusting, Locke finally roared and plunged his massive cock deep into Tom's intestines, gushing out thick semen that filled the wretched man's insides. Exhausted, Locke pulled his monstrous cock from Tom's body. Gushes of blood, vaginal fluid, and semen gushed from Tom's anus, which could no longer close, pooling on the floor. Locke, gradually recovering from his lust and rage, was stunned by the horrific scene before him. Looking at the dying man, at his anus torn to shreds by his own cock, at his intestines spilling out easily and spreading across the floor, Locke suddenly realized things might have gotten out of hand.
A wave of fear washed over Locke. He grabbed his clothes, quickly changed, and fled.
If he was lucky, Tom might already be in a vegetative state or driven insane, then Tom wouldn't be able to accuse him, Locke thought. He should have just fucked that slut harder to death, so he wouldn't be so worried now. Unfortunately, it was too late to go back to the hut now; if he did it, he would definitely be discovered.
This had happened before on this construction site; in fact, several cases occurred every year. New, young, strong men were brutally violated by a group of lustful miners, their intestines ripped open or even their bellies ruptured. Two years ago, a company commander, while fucking a strong man's mouth, used so much force that he smashed the man's nasal bone with his glans, plunging his entire penis into the man's brain and forcing brain matter out of his nose. A man who ejaculated over twenty times, causing his testicles to burst; a man who inserted a police stun gun into his anus but accidentally burned himself alive; a man who used a vacuum cleaner to service his penis, only to rip it off completely; a man who even choked to death on his own semen while sucking on a penis: this construction site was teeming with dangerously lustful men. It wasn't uncommon for men to lose their lives due to intense lust, so the local police didn't seem to care.
Because of this, when Locke jogged back to his mine, he felt at ease.
On the contrary, after venting his anger, Locke felt his previously volatile mood had calmed down considerably. "Tom, Tom, blame yourself for being such a slut," Locke thought silently. It was a pity that such an alluring body had been ruined; it seemed he would have to find a new candidate.
Chapter Four, Envy.
It was another night, and Locke went to bed early. His mind was filled with the experience of having ripped the intestines out of a muscular man's body at noon that day, and the potential consequences this experience might bring him. Recalling the bloody and lewd scene, the robust miner felt a lingering fear, but even more so, a thrill of physical dominance.
Due to the daytime's stimulating experience, Locke had almost completely forgotten what had happened in his dream the previous night. But that didn't matter; he would remember soon.
"Boy, back to serve me again." Locke's eyes snapped open; the magnetic yet strangely wicked voice was unforgettable. The muscular miner's entire body tensed; the scene before him easily reminded him of what had happened the previous night, and fear consumed his consciousness.
"No, no, no..." A gigantic, crimson-red, and muscular demon stood before Locke, its terrifying outline emerging from beneath a black cloth stained with the stench of lewdness: "Enough talk, lick it." Locke quickly realized his predicament and, in despair, could only obey. He trembled and knelt on the ground, crawling like a muscular ram to the demon's feet, his hands tracing the demon's incredibly thick legs, lifting the black cloth. A ferocious dragon appeared before him. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and met the tempting, purplish-red glans, the size of a ball.
In despair, to survive, people must break some existing rules and then learn to accept new ones. Once the new rules are established, people learn to enjoy them, to enjoy those things they once hated or despised. This is how we adapt to the new environment; without it, humanity cannot survive. Not just humans, but all living beings cannot escape this rule: we can only exist and endure through adaptability. But adaptability itself fundamentally negates the possibility of eternity.
Locke diligently licked and sucked the demon's thick, red penis, and the demon let out a few pleasurable moans from its throat. This continued for an unknown amount of time; in the nightmare space where the concept of time was completely blurred, Locke's memory was gradually dominated by this act. He could only recall how to please a demon by sucking its penis; all other experiences vanished like smoke.
After an unknown amount of time, Locke's consciousness began to fragment, and the semen secreted from the demon's enormous penis further distorted his reason. The burly, muscular miner, panting heavily, rubbed his face against the demon's enormous penis with a dazed look, his expression extremely thirsty. Even more outrageous, this naked, muscular man was straining to raise his massive buttocks, and one of the demon's thick, long fingers was inserted into the man's exposed, tender anus. As the finger moved within the anus, large gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, each gushe accompanied by Locke's lewd moans.
"Looks like you're pretty used to having your ass fucked, kid." The demon chuckled wickedly, completely conquering the burly man before him, and he was smugly enjoying the scene.
An immeasurable amount of time passed, and Locke was writhing his powerful body almost frantically, obscene and filthy pleas constantly escaping his throat.
"Fuck...fuck me...fuck me with this big cock...please...fuck me..." Locke stared at the astonishing demonic pillar of flesh before him, his desire twisted and distorted. He craved such a huge, perverse penis, because he had associated it with absolute power. He worshipped the crimson cock before him, venerating it with his body, his desire raging uncontrollably within his body and mind. If he could, he would also desire this absolute violence, but the only way to obtain this fleshy pillar now was to forcefully penetrate it into his body, instantly making it a part of his intestines.
In Locke's shattered consciousness, he was willing to be pulverized to pieces as long as he could obtain this fleshy pillar.
A satisfied and cruel smile reappeared on the devil's angular face. He would mercilessly fuck this strong man's asshole raw. In this hellish nightmare, the torn flesh would slowly heal, which meant eternal torment for this slut, and also eternal enjoyment for himself.
At this moment, Locke, with glazed eyes and drooling, lay flat on the scorching ground, his two thick arms embracing his two muscular legs, lewdly opening and closing his alluring fleshy hole. It was exposed to the sky.
He was offering himself to the god before him, this crimson cock representing everything in the world. To be penetrated by it would be the greatest honor of his life.
The demon calmly pressed the enormous glans, the size of a basketball, between Locke's round buttocks, the sight even more exaggerated and astonishing. Locke stared at this enormous pillar of flesh, thicker than his waist, feeling the glans, almost as large as his hip bones, his mind filled only with endless desire. He didn't consider how such a terrifying pillar of flesh could possibly enter his body, nor did he worry that his entire body would be torn apart by this outrageous, thick cock. In fact, even if his limited mental capacity could foresee the scene of his intestines being ripped out, this muscular man would only accept such a fate without hesitation at this moment.
"Fuck me, fuck me until I burst...fuck my asshole until it bursts..." And so, the demon granted his request. The inhumanly gigantic penis slowly but irresistibly entered the strong man's body, easily tearing apart his soft sphincter muscles. The miner immediately began to scream in agony. Locke's muscles were taut, veins bulging on his skin, his eyes wide open to the corners of their sockets, but the pleasure in his screams outweighed the pain.
With a crisp, muffled thud, the strong man's hip bone was actually squeezed and shattered by that inhumanly cruel giant flesh pillar! Locke's eyes widened as his body convulsed, blood mingling with vaginal fluid gushing from his anus. At the same time, large amounts of thick, white semen sprayed from the tip of Locke's penis onto his own muscular body. In an instant, the hip bone, shattered by the giant demon's flesh pillar, healed itself, but with the demon's next thrust, it shattered again. The poor miner, subjected to this inhuman treatment, had not yet completed his first ejaculation. He reached another climax. He had to get used to the feeling of his pelvis cracking, because in the time to come, with the demon's thrusting, this muscular man's pelvis would continuously break and heal, continuously causing Locke to experience both ecstasy and excruciating pain.
As the demon's fleshy pillar penetrated further into Locke's intestines, Locke watched helplessly as his slender waist and abdomen swelled. The muscles on his face contorted and twitched with pleasure and pain, but he was unwilling to give up on this incredibly lewd scene before him: he could clearly see the enormous glans, the size of a basketball, slowly penetrating and advancing into his intestines. In fact, the demon's astonishingly large pillar was thicker than his waist, and this muscular man undoubtedly felt his intestines being... He was definitely going to burst, his muscular waist and abdomen swelling like balloons; no human intestine could stretch like that. An unprecedented feeling of fullness, accompanied by the excruciating pain of his pelvis cracking, caused the muscular man to groan hoarsely as he ejaculated repeatedly.
The demon continued to grip Locke's massive buttocks, pushing his enormous member even deeper.
The poor muscular man watched helplessly as his muscular body was completely destroyed in this nightmare, yet his lust relentlessly swelled. He felt the demon's glans now reaching his stomach; this strange pleasure, combined with the unbelievable mental blow, made him roar and continue ejaculating, his large testicles receiving no rest whatsoever.
"God... God! My... damn..." The demon, grinning wickedly, continued thrusting his hips, actually plunging that horrifying fleshy pillar into Locke's esophagus! At this moment, the entire gigantic cock was deeply buried inside the muscular man's body. Locke's azure eyes were already glazed over, tears, snot, and saliva flowing uncontrollably, his mouth muttering obscene words repeatedly. In his hazy consciousness, he felt that this enormous demonic penis had pierced his body, his intestines, stomach, and even his esophagus had been torn apart. This thought actually excited him immensely, milky fluid continuously flowing from his own proud, enormous cock.
Finally, the demon suddenly let out a low growl, firmly grasping the strong, filthy cock beneath him, a deep, evil roar filling the entire dream. Locke suddenly felt a tightness in his back, as if a large amount of liquid had suddenly surged up his throat. He choked with a "whoosh," and large gushes of hot, milky-white demonic semen immediately spurted from his mouth and nose!
The burly miner, in this lewd moment, could only tremble at the peak of desire, repeatedly accompanying the demon as it ejaculated thick semen. This painful yet intensely pleasurable dream seemed endless. In the midst of each climax, Locke's hazy consciousness flashed back to the scene of him penetrating Tom's anus during the day, and he imagined himself now even more slutty than Tom.
Was this irony, or the swift cycle of sin and punishment?
Chapter Five, Greed .
Locke slowly opened his eyes, lazily staring at the ceiling, motionless for a long time.
It was another morning, the sunlight still shining brightly on the naked body of this muscular man. His muscular body was covered in various viscous fluids—turbid, milky, and transparent—which slowly slid down onto the already soaked sheets with the rise and fall of Locke's chest.
After a while, Locke began to caress his body with his slightly trembling hands. He recalled the scene of his intestines being torn apart by the demon the previous night, a mixture of fear and anticipation washing over him, as if he wanted to verify it with his own hands. His hands slid over the two massive pectoral muscles, brushed against the eight strong, firm abdominal muscles, and Locke breathed a slight sigh of relief, yet at the same time, a faint sense of loss surfaced in his heart.
What was he losing?
The burly miner lay flat on his bed, his two thick legs spread wide apart, his tree-trunk-like arms and rough palms roaming over his body, now touching the exposed flesh between his legs. Locke froze.
Yes, the rest of his body was intact, only this anus, repeatedly thrust into by the incredibly thick penis all night, had finally succumbed. This anus, accustomed to being fucked and evolved into a wanton state, opened and closed, breathing in the air, even secreting a clear lubricant without any stimulation! The skin and muscles around the anus, after countless contractions and stretches, had developed remarkable resilience, fully prepared to accept the penetration of all sorts of objects. Most importantly, the tender flesh around the anus and the intestinal walls, stretched and deformed time and again, had adapted to being fucked, and the surrounding nerve structure had changed. Soon, Locke would be horrified to discover that, for him now, being fucked in the anus was more pleasurable than fucking someone else's.
The burly man lying on the bed gritted his teeth and shoved his entire fist into the loose anus that had been ravaged all night. Instantly, the immense pleasure made him scream in ecstasy. Today,
a sense of unease pervaded the construction site; the burly men who usually drooled over Locke's muscular physique were much more restrained today.
It was said that yesterday, in the small house behind the fountain, a burly man named Tom was discovered by the guards checking shifts at dusk. When they found him, the poor, burly man's entire intestines were spilling out of his anus, and between his two muscular buttocks was a gaping, bloody hole, his sphincter torn to shreds. The miners at the construction site whispered amongst themselves, as if the man had been lucky to escape with his life, but was now mentally broken. Upon waking, he was completely incontinent, his eyes wide and drooling, and even more ridiculously, he now wanted to stuff anything he saw into his anus.
"Hey, Locke, come to my office after lunch. You still owe me this month's rent."
The speaker was the foreman of the mining area, Jet. Jet was a stern man, always serious, so despite his ruggedly handsome face covered in stubble and his muscular, bronze-colored body, no miner dared to approach him despite his tempting appearance. This tall, powerfully built man exuded masculinity, and Locke had been lusting after him for a long time. However, not only the other miners, but even Locke dared not cross the line in front of Jet: Jet was a former black belt in karate, and moreover, as the foreman of this mining area, he controlled matters directly related to the daily lives of every miner. Miners who dared to ask him to take advantage of them were always ruthlessly docked their wages, and those foolish guys who tried to take advantage of him would not only have their wages docked, but also have an arm or rib broken on the spot.
So when Jet came up to tell Locke, Locke obediently nodded. In an environment filled with male creatures, the law of the jungle was a normal principle, and no one would lose their dignity by submitting to the strong, because that only showed that they were not strong enough.
After lunch, Locke went to Jet's office. It was called an office, but it was actually just a small hut next to the mine, but because the documents were all stored there, the hut was built very sturdily.
"Jett, you called me?"
"Oh, yeah. Sign this document, it's for this month's rent and utilities."
Locke took the document, about to sign it, when he suddenly stopped.
"Hey, Jett, something's not right? A thousand dollars?"
Jett shrugged.
"Don't ask me, I'm just a team leader. Everyone's rent went up this month, mine too."
Locke frowned, pursed his lips, and signed the document.
"Don't panic, there's more, here."
Locke took another piece of paper, this time he suddenly shouted.
"Are you kidding me, Jett?! What's this five thousand dollars for?"
"Kid, last month you messed with that new kid's rectal prolapse, what, you want the team to pay for his medical bills?"
Jett's face instantly darkened. He had long been dissatisfied with Locke's character; every time this guy got into trouble, as the team leader, he had covered it up to avoid further questioning from his superiors. Over the years, he had naturally accumulated a lot of nameless anger.
Locke froze, realizing he couldn't be too presumptuous in front of his team leader. He immediately forced a bright, boyish smile.
"No, Jett, I'm tight on expenses this month. I'll make it up next month."
Jett's face grew even more gloomy.
"Can you wait for medical expenses? You mean I have to take five thousand dollars from my own salary to pay off your debts?"
Locke panicked at Jett's expression and immediately smiled even more sweetly.
"Don't do that, Jett. The team still has some money, it's for emergencies..."
"Stop talking nonsense! The team's fund isn't for you to clean up your mess. You can't control your penis, do you think the team will take responsibility for you?!"
Locke looked at the increasingly angry Jett and couldn't help but feel a little scared. At this rate, he might break a bone.
"Jett, Jett, listen to me, it's my fault for causing trouble for the team, calm down..."
Jett glared at Locke's frightened handsome face and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Logically, given Locke's appalling behavior, he should have been fired long ago. However, every time the blond, blue-eyed young man begged for mercy, looking at his bright smile, Jett couldn't bring himself to punish him. Besides, keeping him on the construction site wasn't without its advantages. Managing nearly a hundred miners wasn't easy; they'd cause trouble the moment he turned his back. Having Locke, this little tyrant, distract the other miners helped Jett manage them, and with the guy's limited intelligence, he wouldn't really cause any major trouble.
At this moment, Locke was thinking about something completely different. He was racking his brains to avoid the five thousand dollar fine, desperately trying to find something useful in Jett's gloomy expression. Suddenly, he seemed to catch a glimpse of information in Jett's eyes.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? This team leader, to avoid work-related trouble, refuses to have any relations with his subordinates. He must be itching to get back to work. Why not try starting from there? Even a broken rib is better than five thousand dollars. "
Locke thought to himself, swallowed hard, and slowly approached the team leader who was staring at him.
"Please, Jet, I'm really broke right now. Do me a favor, whatever you ask, I'll agree to anything."
Jet was suddenly stunned. The fearful yet provocative expression on the face of the strong young man in front of him made his mind race. Yes, to be honest, he had been itching to get back to work for a long time. And this handsome and strong young man in front of him, ever since he came to the construction site, he had fantasized about violently fucking him and masturbated more than once. The reason he was still kept on the job despite all these mistakes was probably partly because of this.
At this moment, Locke took advantage of Jet's dazed state to squat down and put his hand on Jet's thigh. He could tell from Jet's stunned expression that his chances of winning were high, so he pressed his advantage!
"Hey buddy, don't want to fuck my mouth? I'll serve you well. Actually, I've wanted to eat your dick for a long time."
Jet was stunned again, not expecting Locke to say it so blatantly. Before he knew it, the young man's hand was on his thigh, the warmth from his palm exuding lust, and Jet felt his blood rushing uncontrollably to his groin. Suddenly, the team leader's surprised expression vanished, and a wild smile appeared on his lips.
"Okay, you win. Serve me well, and if I'm satisfied, I'll deduct the five thousand dollars from my salary."
The room was dimly lit, with no lights on. A few rays of sunlight seeped in through the curtains, illuminating the lewd figures of two muscular men.
The middle-aged man sitting in the chair was wearing work clothes on his upper body, but his lower body was naked except for a pair of socks. An unusually thick, enormous penis stood erect between his two muscular thighs, and two swollen, round...

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